#and I'm feeling attracted to hug this anon's leg

[luveline]

hot bombshell bau!reader flirting and winking at spencer every chance she gets and poor spencer just gets hot and bothered very flustered and blushing😋😋

i love you jade i read ur blog like it's the daily newspaper<33

I love you anon, thank you for requesting ♡ fem!reader

"So," says a voice, low and syrupy as warmth spreads up Spencer's side, "how's my favourite agent?" 

Your perfume a subtle fragrance of jasmine and vanilla alike, sweetness that lingers —and Spencer knows, having thought of you every time he walks past the sugar ring donut stand by the Staples Mill Station for weeks— you put a hand on his shoulder and lean in for a one-armed hug. His skin erupts with goosebumps. 

"Y/N," he says, sounding much too much like a wimp for his own liking. He clears his throat. "When did you get back?" 

He's afraid to look at you. He doesn't have a choice. His heart skips a beat at the state of you, which is to say you look stunning in your dark clothes, a tight cut top that borders unprofessional and a pair of thigh hugging pants that pass the border completely. (He's kidding. Mostly. You're dressed fine. He's a loser, is all.) 

"This morning. They couldn't keep me from you if they tried, handsome. You look good." You disengage from his side. Spencer's relieved and regretful at once. "I love the haircut, they take a little more than you were expecting?" 

"Is it too short?" he asks unsurely. 

"It's perfect."

Spencer's taller than you but he never feels it until you're looking up at him, pretty eyes and quirked lips, permanent amusement in your gaze. "I missed you," you say.

"Y/N," Hotch says as he descends the steps to the bullpen. "We talked about this." 

"Pen and Morgan do it every day." Your eyebrows pinch together. 

Hotch doesn't say anything else, an empty coffee mug in hand as he passes. You don't baulk at his disapproving look, the opposite, sitting on the edge of Morgan's desk to kick your kitten heels gently, a slow back and forth that has Spencer's eyeline pulling down your legs. He shakes it off, but not before you've noticed. 

"You don't mind, do you, babe?" you ask. "My flirting?" 

It'll probably kill him sooner rather than later. "No. Don't mind." 

"'Cus I can stop, I promise. But you're the kind of boy that should be flirted with, you know? And the kind of smart that makes you crazy attractive, which is unfair. It's not like you needed help in that particular department." You lean back as you talk, scrounging around Morgan's things.

"Second shelf," Spencer says. 

You stop your searching to grin at him. Pleased, you reach down to the second drawer of Morgan's desk and find what you'd been looking for, a coveted, half-eaten pack of cherry twizzlers. 

"But we're not like Pen and Morgan," you say, bringing a twizzler to your mouth. 

"We're not?" Spencer asks, confused. He may not summon the necessary charisma to flirt back, but he likes what you have. 

"Nope." You take another bite, chew, leaving Spencer in anticipation. Finally, you swallow, lips curving into an even stickier smile. "'Cus Pen and Morgan are never gonna happen. They're better as friends…" 

You slip down off of Morgan's desk, leaving his twizzlers behind. Spencer has enough sense about him to anticipate your approach. He's proud of himself for the composure he maintains as your footsteps slow. He even takes a step back to follow you, to your abject delight. 

"But we're not just friends, are we?" you ask softly. You lift your chin. He can smell the cherry on you. 

"Y/N, enough," Hotch says from somewhere behind. You refuse to look away, and while Spencer fears his chief's tone, he manages to hold your gaze. "HR will mandate another presentation." 

"It's alright, Hotch," Spencer says. His cheeks are flushed and his palms are clammy, but his voice holds up. "I don't mind." 

"I'm sure you don't." 

"This could all be avoided if we took this somewhere a little more private," you murmur. 

"Enough. I won't tell you again, Y/N. Shouldn't you be helping Penelope with her ViCAP recalibration?" Hotch asks pointedly. 

Spencer takes it for what it is; an effort to separate you from each other before it goes too far. You know it too, rolling your eyes at Spencer like you've a shared secret —Can you believe this guy?— clasping his arm loosely in farewell.

"See you later, Spence." You call him handsome, babe, bub, even sweetheart, but Spence is the worst of all of them because of how you say it, your voice entrenched in pure honey. His heart pangs as you go.  

Hotch lingers by Spencer's side, coffee freshly filled and steaming in rings. "You know, you're getting better," he says sympathetically. 

Spencer rubs the bridge of his nose roughly. "Thanks." 

[rainydayathogwarts]

hello! can i request a smut with remus lupin x extrovert!reader? reader is very bubbly, extroverted, and popular and she's good friends with the other marauders. remus and her have been dating for a while and one time reader catches remus shirtless when she goes to visit him in his dorm and she starts having thots . . . she's actually been having thots for a while and they do it together (her first time? but not remus')

anyways, i understand if you can't get to this. have a good day and thanks from your fellow pan content creator <333

I've been DYING to write some Remus content and this is the perfect opportunity, so thank you anon :) I hope this covers everything you wanted in your request!

warnings: smut, mix of soft and rough Remus, oral (f!receiving),

wc: 2.5k

You're in the common room with Lily, occupying an armchair, your legs thrown over its edge while Lily takes up an entire couch, laying flat on her back. It was oddly silent in the common room, but you figured that it was due to the lack of marauders in the room. You let out a deep exhale and Lily giggles, turning onto her stomach before bringing up the topic of relationships.

You were both lucky enough to be in a long term relationship with the boys you'd been crushing on since the beginning of your time at Hogwarts. "So you and Remus... It's been almost a year." You blush, hands coming up to cover your face in embarrassment as you groan. "You guys still haven't done it... You'd tell me if you did right." You fish for one of the pillows under you to toss at Lily who shrieks, and sits up.

She shuffles closer to you, hugging the pillow to her chest and leaning towards you, her eyebrows raised suggestively. "Lily I want him so bad" You groan and the both of you break down laughing. "And what, he hasn't made a move?" You go impossibly more red, and hide your face in your hands once more, whining "No. He knows I'm a-" You cut yourself off, looking around, before continuing in a whisper, as though it was taboo. "A virgin. So he's waiting for me to make the move" Lily nods in understanding, a wide grin making its way onto her features.

She starts giggling again, and you jokingly shove her shoulder just as the portrait swings open, and the common room is welcomed with the booming laughter of your boyfriends and their two other companions. You both straighten up, trying to wipe the stupid smiles off your faces, and failing.

When Remus, James, Sirius and Peter approach you, you're still smiling, cheeks red from laughter, and trying to avoid eye contact with each other. "What's with you two?" Sirius asks as Remus dips his head down to kiss you, in synch with James' movements towards Lily. You try making space for Remus to sit beside you, but instead he just picks you up, taking your place and places you on his laps. Lily makes solid eye contact with you and clearly holds back a suggestive comment, cuddling into James' side, a hand rubbing her eyes, as if it would hide her smile.

James looks down at his girlfriend, eyebrows furrowed, and leans closer to whisper something to her. You shut your eyes, knowing exactly what she replies to him in a hushed tone, the rest of the marauders starting to get suspicious of her behaviour. James grins, and looks straight up at you. You shake your head in disappointment at your closest friend, but every thought flies out of the window when you feel Remus' fingers dip under your shirt to caress the soft skin of your waist. The movement is completely innocent and there are no other intentions behind it, but it gets you thinking about him again.

The fact that he hadn't changed his behaviour with you when he found out you were a virgin had taken you by surprise and somehow made Remus even more attractive in your eyes. His tendencies to pin you up against the door of his dorm and press his body impossibly close to yours as you made out hungrily only made you want him more, but he was just too respectful. You knew fully well how needy and horny he got before every full moon but he was just too respectful of your boundaries to do anything about it. You both loved and hated him for that same reason.

"You okay sweetheart?" Remus asks and you jump slightly at the feeling of his hot breath on your neck. You turn your head to face him and nod, smiling. He holds your gaze, the hand on your waist moving down to rest on your thigh, but your moment is broken by James, who jumps up, announcing "Well I'm off to get dressed for practice." Sirius nods, murmuring something incoherent and following James up. Peter gets up, leaving the common room to meet his girlfriend, and Remus sighs, saying something about changing out of his uniform. You nod, watching as your friends go up to their dorm, only to look back and meet Lily's gaze.

You avoid her relentless stare, bowing your head down to focus on your fiddling hands. It's only when James and Sirius come down from the stairwell leading up to their dorms that you look up again, and shooting one last quick look at Lily, who follows her boyfriend out of the common room, you get up. You knock twice on the boys' dorm room, waiting for Remus to call out "Come in!" And as soon as you do, your jaw drops.

You stare blatantly at your shirtless boyfriend who takes his time finding a jumper. At your silence, he turns to you, a silent chuckle leaving his lips. He proudly walks over to you and you have to will yourself to look up at his face instead of his shirtless figure. He raises a single eyebrow at you and you flush brightly, hands immediately going to his chest when he pushes you backwards against the closed door, hungrily kissing you, his tongue dipping into your mouth to claim control of the kiss. You moan, wrapping your arms around Remus' shoulders to deepen the kiss as his come down to tightly grip your ass. He breaks the kiss to start nibbling at the skin of your neck, and the little bits of your chest exposed by your shirt and he grinds into you, causing the both of you to moan.

He digs his head further into the crook of your neck, deeply inhaling your scent. His hands continue to roam your body and he groans, pressing his hips flush against yours for you to feel how hard he is. "Tell me when you want me to stop." He sighs, continuing to grind his hips against yours. You shook your head, causing him to look up and cried "No! Don't stop. Please don't stop."

At your comment, Remus completely separates himself from you, pulling a desperate whine from you. "What?" His palms are now flat against the door by your head and he looks at you straight in the eyes, as though looking for an answer in them. "Don't- I don't want you to stop." You breath out, a hand coming up to rub the back of your neck. "Y/n what are you- are you telling me what I think you're telling me?" He double checks, blinking a couple of times, and you nod.

"Please Remus, I want you to fuck me." And for the first time in your relationship, Remus' whole face goes red, and he licks his bottom lip before pulling you towards him by your wrist. You squeal, your arms wrapping around him when his own wrap around your waist, so he can pick you up and throw you onto his bed. He goes back to roughly kissing you, softly grunting as he rolls his hips into yours. Finally, he unzips his pants, looking at you with a silent question, and you grin, pulling your shirt over your head and throwing it somewhere. Remus blankly stares at your chest, his hands still on his trousers, and he shakes himself out of it, shimmying out of them before pouncing on you once more.

Remus gives attention to every inch of exposed skin on your body, pressing tiny kisses on your body and leaving a cold trail of saliva on you. His hands reach behind your back, and he fiddles with the clasp of your bra. You arch your back to make it easier for him, and when he finally undoes it, his hands go straight to cupping your tits and playing with them. He tugs at your nipples with you writhing under him, and puts one of them in his mouth, instantly beginning to suckle at it.

One of your hand trails down his back, digging your nails into his soft skin while the second grips his hair tightly. Remus groans when you tug at it, but continues his job of marking you as his. His hands start to wander again, this time finding themselves going lower and lower, until they trail under your skirt, fiddling with the hem of your underwear. His fingers hook themselves to the sides of your underwear and he slowly drags the fabric down your legs. His face dips under your skirt, and just as you move to prop yourself up on your elbows to see what happens, his biceps curl under your legs, pulling you towards him, and he buries his face in your cunt.

You cry out, Remus' tongue teasing your entrance as his nose bumps at your clit. You let your head fall back in pleasure, legs automatically trying to close shut when Remus switches to sucking and licking your clit, while his fingers start to dip inside you. His unoccupied hand is firmly pressed across your lower abdomen to keep your hips from bucking into his face. Slowly, he inserts one of his fingers inside your hole and you whimper, but Remus' hand on your stomach softly caresses your skin while he ensures your pleasure with his mouth. Another finger makes ints way inside you, and Remus begins to scissor them open inside you, stretching you out as you buck up into him.

Remus separates from your pussy to look up at you, and mutters a soft "You doing okay?" You nod, your eyes shut and you try adjusting yourself to his fingers. "No darling, I'm going to need a verbal response." You gasp the instant the discomfort from his fingers turn into pleasure and moan "Oh- I'm, I'm good." And Remus can't help but grin boyishly as the sight of you moaning on his fingers. He leans over, smashing his lips against yours, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue while he rotates his wrist in a way that keeps you desperate for him.

Finally, Remus completely pulls away from you, licking his fingers clean, while maintaining eye contact with you, and your eyes widen in shock. Remus sighs, running his eyes over your body and you self-consciously shut your legs, straightening up a little. He frowns, shaking his head. "No, come on, none of that." He places a hand on your knee, and your legs loosen up for him again. He smiles softly, both hands going back up to the waistband of his boxers. You gasp when his cock bounces up, slapping his stomach, and you're immediately thinking about how all of that's going to be inside of you.

Remus shuffles towards you and takes your last garment - your skirt - off. He starts rubbing your thighs with his big, veiny hands, and starts to reassure you. "Darling it'll be fine. It's going to be uncomfortable at the start, but I'm going to go easy on you, and if you want to stop, just say so." He looks at you, as though expecting a response, but you only shake your head at him. "Hey, remember what I said about needing words?" You nod quickly, then shake your head "Yeah I- sorry. No, it's okay."

Remus nods, lowering himself onto you and giving you a soft kiss on the lips. He's gentler now than he was before, slowly kissing you as he teases your entrance with the head of his cock. He only just realises how uncomfortably hard he's been this entire time and he groans, holding himself back from just sinking his whole cock into you. He pushes into you inch by inch, rocking back and forth to help you adjust to his size, while his hand tightly fists the rest of his dick. Your whimpers are swallowed by the kiss you share, and so are Remus' moans that come out every time you tug harshly on his hair, making him impossibly harder.

When he's completely inside you, he gives you a moment to get comfortable, and he bites his lip, his forehead falling against yours as his eyes tightly shut. It's his turn to whimper, the feeling of your tight pussy clamping on him practically begging him to start pounding into you. But he controls his urges, waiting for you to quietly give him the go ahead from under him. He exhales deeply and moans loudly when he starts to slowly roll his hips into yours, dragging his cock along your tight walls.

You let out a high pitched moan that has Remus drowning in pleasure, and his hand returns to your pussy, rubbing quick circles on your clit. "Shit." He whispers, when you beg him "Faster, please." And he does. He goes slightly faster, but it's enough to have you both nearing the edge. Remus connects your lips again, groaning into the kiss when your nails drag down his back, and the arm holding him up above you starts to shake. He focuses on your clit more, only slightly increasing his speed so you're both pushed over the edge at the same time.

"I'm so close. God sweetheart I can feel you squeezing me, are you gonna cum?" Whining at his words only encourages him to continue talking to you. "Be a good girl for me and cum on my cock. You're fucking making me crazy over here." And his words seem to have a positive effect on you by the way your leg twitches and your grip around him tightens. Remus holds back until your back is arching and you're screaming his name repeatedly for him to release inside you, his hips wildly rutting into you. He whimpers, leaning down to capture a nipple in his mouth and sucks hard.

He prolongs your orgasm by continuing to buck into you and rubbing your sensitive clit, until you're pushing him away from you. Remus pulls out, his hand coming up to fist his dick, cum dribbling down onto your stomach. You moan at the sight as you catch your breath, staring at your boyfriend, his eyes shut in pleasure and his untameable hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. When he rides out his orgasm, he collapses next to you on his stomach, catching his breath.

You giggle, turning around so you're laying on your stomach, and a hand comes up to rub Remus' back. "I think it's supposed to be the other way around" Remus chuckles, turning on his side and pulling you closer to him by the waist. You grin, returning the kiss he gives you, and humming in satisfaction. "How was that?" He asks quietly, suddenly shy as insecurity makes its way onto his face. "It was amazing." You reply, bringing him into another kiss, which he breaks too early. "How about you let me go run a bath for you?" He asks, without giving you time to answer before getting up from beside you.

Your eyes widen as you watch him walk away, angry red scratch marks on his back staring right back at you. Despite that, you let yourself fall back on his bed, a wide grin making its way on your face when you think back about what had just happened.

God, Lily is going to scream when you tell her.

[savannahsdeath]

hi Savannah!!! was thinking abt this idea for a while and thought that your amazing writing would so do it justice. maybe popular Ellie! x loser-ish s/o and they’re going to prom together. readers parents or Joel (whoever’s house they’re at) could be taking pictures and commenting on how cute they look together. after they end up going to prom and they’re so happy and cute with each other. maybe some angst where like someone’s makes fun of readers dress or something. they could be like jealous of reader since she’s kind of a loser and Ellie’s more on the popular side, idk. do whatever u want. bye!!!

POPULAR!ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

warnings: none i think ?? just reader having a mean fake friend;(((

writers note: omg anon i love u !! you and your idea !! i had to stand up and start pacing around my room writing it cus ohmygod .

your dress hugged your figure, the fabric stretching with every movement, clinging to your curves. it shimmered as you walked, catching the light as a slight glimmer. it draped down to just above your ankles, a slit on the side accentuating your legs. you stood in front of a full-body mirror, trying to decide if you should keep your hair down or...

"come on, babe!" ellie shouted from the hallway, quickly making her way to you. "you ready?" she gave you a hug from behind, loosely wrapping her arms around your waist. you stared at her reflection. she, obviously, wasn't wearing a dress but a white, formal shirt decorated by a messily tied tie, probably stolen from joel. and somehow, she still looked so attractive.

she spun you around, pressing her lips to yours with a light hum. "i hate these little school parties." she admitted, still standing suspiciously close to you. "but at least i get to see you in pretty dresses."

you smiled, fixing her tie before tugging on it and turning around to walk away. she followed you everywhere like a puppy, tangling your fingers together anytime she had the chance to.

"i'd rather stay home." you agreed with a slight shrug.

she filled her glass with water, not letting go of your hand as she drank. "and what would we do?"

as she finished, you took the glass out of her hand and put it in the dishwasher, knowing she wouldn't do it herself. "i'm sure we'd come up with something."

you heard someone clearing their throat, making you slightly jump. it was joel, standing in the doorway, scanning both of you with his firm gaze.

"what do you think?" ellie proudly wrapped her hand around your waist, bringing you as close as possible.

he nodded with a barely noticeable smile. "she looks like a millionaire's wife." he pointed at you with his chin.

you looked down, trying to hide your flushed face.

"well, of course." ellie huffed, her hand stroking your side. "and i'm the millionaire."

"hell no." he immediately shook his head. "you're just a random homeless man." you giggled and she immediately gave you a disappointed look, as if to judge you for finding joel's taunting funny.

"homeless men have good style." she rolled her eyes, before adding a; "sometimes", and slowly guiding you to the living room.

"hey, kiddo, you know i'm kidding." joel's smile widened. "you both look great."

she mumbled a quiet; "whatever", though you could tell it reassured her, so you turned to joel and mouthed a silent thanks to him, knowing ellie would be in a bad mood for the next few hours if he wouldn't take his silly insult back.

joel wouldn't let go so easily, trailing after you with his phone covered in the, typical dad's, flip case. he raised it, telling you to pose.

"joeel—" ellie whined. "we had a deal, no pics."

you laughed, playfully nudging her. joel frowned, still focusing his camera on you. "your girlfriend's parents would definitely want to see how you look." he insisted, but she persistently shook her head. he managed to stealthily take a few photos of you both, smirking as if he just did the most illegal cheat ever.

"how do you feel now, ellie?" he asked, shooting a video.

"what do you mean?" she frowned, though it wasn't visible on the camera, since she didn't bother to turn around.

"you know, you're growing up." he shrugged. "you probably want to move out."

she was propping herself against the countertop, suddenly stopping doodling something in her diary. "what did you just say?" she turned around, seeing joel catching her reaction on the camera.

he laughed and stopped recording, sharing a chuckle with you. "just kidding, just kidding, no need to stress. it's not like i'm kicking you out."

"yeah, i fucking hope so." she muttered, looking away with an annoyed expression.

joel huffed, though the amusement was still palpable in his tone. "language." he warned with a toothy smile.

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"i'm not into girls, but jesus-" a voice from one of the bathroom cabins sighed. even though you couldn't tell who said it, you felt the admiration in the girl's voice.

you and ellie sat on the windowsill, listening to their conversation. overhearing wasn't fair, but how could you miss out on something like that? they were talking about your girlfriend, after all.

"and her girl—" someone added, but the previous girl mockingly laughed. "c'mon now. she's all right, but out of ellie's league." another mocking laugh. "and somehow, they're still together." "i dunno, maybe she's rich." rich? so people think ellie's with you because you pay her for affection? "i just don't believe in the good personality bullshit. and it definitely aren't the looks either." the voice continued.

you heard the sound of glasses hitting one another, as if raising a toast, though it was probably an accident. hiding in the bathroom to drink and talk shit, how mature.

"she's just as fine as ellie!" someone's annoyed voice rang out. "you're tasteless as fuck if you really believe what you're saying. now," another bang of bottles, "drink up." the voices took a break to down their glasses, before the argument continued. "okay, i admit, no one's better than williams, but still—" "no fucking way. m' not hearing you out!" another pause, way shorter this time. "oh, hey, sorry for talking like that about her. i forgot— you two are friends, aren't you?"

a third voice, one that stayed silent before, spoke up; "no, we're not." you quickly recognised the tone of your best friend, or at least a girl you thought is your best friend - layla. you opened your mouth to shout at her, but ellie brought you closer to her, gently covering your lips to keep you quiet. meanwhile, layla continued; "i don't know what ellie sees in her, either."

your eyes immediately watered up and your puffy lips trembled against your lover's hand. she pulled you closer to her, stroking your hair and planting little kisses on your forehead or nose. you sniffled, but the hiding girls didn't seem to hear it.

suddenly, one of them - the meanest one - started excitedly squealing; "look who texted me!! look, look!" you could see the dim light of phone screen from the gap above the floor. they packed their things, slowly spilling out of the cabin. and, well, when they finally noticed you and ellie, she had her lips persistently pressed against yours, making them freeze. she pulled away and stood up, giving them a nonchalant look. "hi, girls." she winked, extending her hand for you. you dragged her out of the bathroom, and when you were finally out of the girls' sight, you burst out laughing.

ellie smiled, though your sudden joy seemed weird to her, and her eyebrows knitted together in confusion. "what?"

without answering, you continued tugging on her hand, letting go only when you were at the dance floor. you wrapped your hands around her neck as she placed hers on your waist, still surprised by your actions.

you rocked back and forth to whatever song was playing now, thinking of how to explain your reaction to ellie.

eventually, you just softly chuckled again. "i love you, els."

her frown disappeared, replaced by a look of pure affection she felt towards you. "i love you too."

she brought you closer to her by the grip she had on your hips, and your arms slowly withdraw, stopping when your hands reached her cheeks, cupping her face. you shared a long, slow, passionate, but most importantly - real kiss. you forgot about all the people surrounding you and focused on her tongue, which softly lapped against yours.

[cowyolks]

Can you please write relationship headcanons with könig 🙏🏿🙏🏿 I'm so desperate

RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS FOR KÖNIG (NSFW at the end)

A/n: sorry anon I got a bit carried away because he’s my lover.

Warning: Minors DNI after the NSFW border.

When I tell you this man is anxious, he’s ANXIOUS. König needs constant reassurance that he’s doing the right thing. He makes sure you are the top priority, going out of his way to make you happy and feel loved.

König is secretly an artist, he enjoys drawing and painting. If he could get away with it, he’d paint you for hours, his eyes soft while he studies your features.

Expect comfort when it comes to being with König, he’s 6’10, and the best damn snuggle partner ever. You had to buy an extra large blanket so he could keep his feet warm at night.

He’s only comfortable with you seeing him out of his hood. Because he was so bullied in his childhood he found it hard to believe that he was beautiful in your eyes. It means everything to him when you kiss his face, his cheeks, lips, forehead, anything. This man yearns to feel wanted.

König gets quite anxious in crowds, people are always tending to look at how absolutely giant he is, but it makes him feel better when you’ll hold his hand and bump against his shoulder.

König loves to give his S/O little presents, whenever it be small souvenirs from a time on tour to little chocolates and flowers he’d think you’d like.

When he breaks out of his bubble, he’s extremely intelligent and loves to spit out random facts. He spent most of his childhood readying fantasy books about knights and dragons, you jokingly call him your knight in shining armor.

König is a blusher, and gets super flustered when you show him PDA or sexual attraction.

He keeps a Polaroid of you in his breast pocket while he’s on missions, says it’s his best good luck charm. After he comes home he always greets you in a crushing hug, spinning you around in the air as your feet leave the ground.

König is super good with children, you don’t know why, but he’s very attuned to them. Maybe it’s because they have yet to see the horrors and bullying of the world. He usually always leaves them laughing, never wanting a child to go through what he did.

König tries to teach you little sayings in German/Austrian, sitting down with you and pronouncing the words slowly. He gives you a peck on the lips whenever you say it right.

NSFW (Leant more towards F!Readers)

König is a mountain, he’s big, really fucking big. He’s always very gentle with you, even when you tell him not to be. He cares too much to even think of hurting you.

What he refuses to do with his dick, he’ll do with his mouth. Like stated earlier, König is a people pleaser, and nothing makes him harder than hearing you moan as he’s eating you out.

The big guy is stupid strong, he can hold you up for hours, so it’s no surprise he likes to effortlessly pick you up with your legs wrapped around his hips and go to town.

He isn’t a talker, like at all. It’s embarrassing to him. However, he can’t help moaning and grunting. (Especially when you give him head)

He started off very timid when it came to sex, now he knows what pleases. He catches on quick and is a good listener. He was fast to learn where your clit was just based on your expressions and feedback.

König is a sweetheart, but we know he deals with a lot of trauma and anxiety. You couldn’t believe how many times he said sorry after having sex, even if it was for nothing. It took a long time to condition him to realize he had NO reason to apologize and it was a thing both of you wanted.

You’re usually the one that takes care of him afterwards. Rubbing his back after a hot shower. You wear his shirts afterwards and would kiss him until he was flushing red.

[jsluvtzu]

Hiaaaaaa, I love your first Sana fic, she asked me if you can make a sub!gip!mina and dom!reader fic.

Thank you for your time!

the party isn’t over

sub!g!p mina x dom!reader

summary: she’ll do whatever it takes to get what she wants

cw: smut, edging, thigh fucking, degradation, jealousy, men dni

wc: 1.3k

a/n: thank you for the request, anon! i’m glad you enjoyed it :) this was sorta rushed so i do apologize 😭

it was a busy night for you as you were responsible for getting the shareholders to agree to your boss's new business branding contract. the party was filled with six-figure company owners, investers, and tech developers. any rich person you can think of was there that night. 

the music was loud, and the warm, ambient lighting made your company building look more inviting than it did during work hours. you made your rounds around the room talking to each person, charismatically hypnotizing them into eventually signing the contract. of course your girlfriend, mina, was clinging to your arm the whole time. you had a glass of champagne in your right hand, sipping it every once in a while, with mina to your left side, desperate for a taste of your attention.

you had been so busy trying to make your boss happy, you paid no mind to the fact that you were wearing the perfume mina loved on you, and the tight, figure-fitting dress that mina loved, oh, and how could you forget about the black lace panties mina knew you were wearing when she saw you bend over to lace your heels earlier? 

everything about you was driving mina absolutely crazy that night, she couldn't help but feel the bulge under her skirt grow just from a simple look at you. just hearing you talk business and using big finance words that she knew nothing about was so attractive to her. she wanted nothing more than for you to just fuck her right there while you whisper in her ear with that same sultry voice of yours.

mina was growing restless by the minute. the uncomfortable throbbing between her legs growing increasingly unbearable the more she stayed by you. but of course, you were too wrapped up in your money making mindset to notice your girlfriend's neediness. 

"y/n.. i don't feel good, let's just go home please." mina whined in your ear and hugged your arm tighter. "i can't leave yet mina, i still have to talk to a couple more people. can you hang on for another hour?" you were slightly concerned about her, but even more exhausted from putting on a fake persona with those stuck up assholes. mina shook her head and gave you a small pout while she grabbed your hand and moved it down to her crotch, letting you feel exactly where she wasn't feeling good. "need you..", that was the moment you realized what you were doing to your poor needy girlfriend. you were the reason she was feeling so uncomfortable. "mina, i'm working. i'll make it up to you when we get home yeah?" you moved your hand out of her grip, kissing her on her forehead and leaving to go talk to yet another rich snob. 

mina watched as you walked away nonchalantly, basically seething with anger and sexual frustration. she smiled to herself when she thought of the perfect plan to get your guaranteed attention. she confidently walked over to a random girl in the corner across from where you were standing, making sure she was in your line of sight. 

you saw mina in your peripheral and shot quick glances at her while also maintaining eye contact with the ceo in front of you. you saw how she laughed loudly at that girl's jokes, grazing her arm with light touches. mina was way closer than she needed to be to her, and then it clicked. she was trying to make you jealous. you scoffed as you took a sip of your drink, staring daggers at mina blatantly eye fucking that girl in front of you. eventually you had enough of her antics, excusing yourself from the conversation and speed walking over to your girlfriend, grabbing her arm with force. "so sorry to bother your extremely interesting conversation, but can i just steal my girifriend away for a bit?" you asked with the biggest, fakest smile on your face, not really giving the girl a chance to answer. 

your grip on mina's arm was enough to cut off circulation, making her slightly whimper. you dragged mina all the way to an empty office a few doors down from the lounge, shoving her through the door and slamming it closed with her against it. "you're such a needy fucking slut that you couldn't even let me do my job for five minutes without having to take care of you first huh?" your breathing was heavy and you enunciated your words with a squeeze to mina's throat. mina whined at your degrading words, feeling like she could burst at any moment. 

you ran your hand over her groin, rubbing gently and observing how her eyes struggled to stay open. "y/n- please. need you to fuck me." you hummed at her pleas for your touch, enjoying how desperate she was for you. "you're gonna make me fuck you right here? in this very public office? i bet you're too fucking horny right now to even care if we got caught right baby?"

sliding your hand under mina's skirt, you pulled her cock out of her pink panties, moving your hand down her length and back up to the tip, teasing it with your thumb. "fuck y/n, f-feels good" she bit back her moans and dropped her head down. you spread her precum around her whole cock, feeling it twitch in your hands. "aw, is my poor baby gonna cum just like this? so needy and dumb." mina ground herself by gripping the hand you had on her hip, unable to contain the loud moan she let out. "you can't be too loud love, you don't wanna be seen like this do you? getting handfucked in public. how humiliating." you shushed her with a deep, hungry kiss, moving down her jaw to her neck, holding back the urge to mark her up just yet.

"should i mark you right where everyone can see? hmm? let everybody here see how much of a pathetic slut you are?" you whispered right in mina's ear and felt her knees get weak against you. she whined and shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut when she felt your pumps getting faster. mina gripped your exposed shoulders and dug her nails into them. she was practically only focused on cumming at this point, grinding herself on your hand, relying on your strength to hold her upright. "please, please, y/n, gonna cum, fuck- please" her frantic begs were like music to your ears, but they only encouraged you to give her the opposite of what she wanted. just when you felt her getting close, you stopped your movements and laughed at her confused moans.

"be patient, love. you wanted my attention so i'm giving you all of it now." you kissed her cheek and waited for her to calm down from her denied orgasm. after you decided it was long enough, you adjusted your dress up to expose your thighs and pressed them tightly together, grabbing mina's cock and sliding it between them. chants of your name immediately fell from mina's lips as you watched as her head fall back onto the door behind her. you slowly grinded yourself back and forth on her length, relishing in the intimate skin to skin contact. you could tell mina was close again, already sensitive from her previous stimulation, so you moved your hips faster, gripping mina's throat again, squeezing lightly. "i bet that bitch you were feeling on earlier can't fuck you like this." 

soon after you said that, you felt mina cling onto your hips, clawing at your flesh as she finished and moved you along her cock herself to ride out her high. her moans were stuttered and she could barely form a single word other than your name. you kissed her and laughed at how she was unable to kiss you back. "let's go home." you said smiling, carefully tucking mina's cock back into her panties for her. you slid your dress back down and kissed her one more time on the lips before grabbing her hand and opening the door. you both took the back way out of the building, sneaking into your car. the contract wasn't even that important anyways.

[uollop]

hello Ana, how are you doing?:) I love your writing style and I've been lurking in for a while now but haven't really interacted yet - today I feel like trying though! Since the Wolfwood's section on your masterlist is empty, may I ask how he would act around his crush and how would he confess to them (GN or Fem reader, whichever you feel like)?

sending you hugs!

Wolfwood's Got a Crush! (HCs + Fic)

Content: Pining, fluff, GN! Reader, touchy Wolfwood, lots of nicknames, Reader is a little slow, WW thinks there's something between you and Vash, alcohol consumption!

Pairing: Wolfwood x Reader

Word count: 1.5k

Notes: THIS IS A LITTLE LONG MY BAD- Thank you for asking how I am though YvY I'm doing alright! I hope you're doing well too, Anon! Also tysm for the compliment on my writing style! I'm still trying to get back into the groove of writing~ Enjoy :))

Wolfwood had always told himself he didn't have time for romance. Hell, he didn't even believe he had the ability to have feelings for someone like that. Sure, there were people he found attractive, but he had never thought about anyone as anything more.

That was until he met you and all of those ideas came crashing down. For a while, he thought you were just like the others. Another pretty face that he could flirt with until he got bored. Problem is that he never really got bored of you. He enjoyed making you blush, he was happy with the way his heart skipped a beat when you laughed, he liked you.

He didn't know what made you different. You didn't act different, you didn't treat him differently, and you didn't even look that different. You were just different. You made him feel different.

He had to keep telling himself he didn't have time for that kind of thing, though. He pushed his feelings for you down and tried to focus on his mission.

He still allowed himself to indulge in you occasionally, though. For a man that claimed he didn't have time for romance, he sure spent a lot of time worrying about you and what you thought about him.

This man would be touchy as hell. Whenever you questioned him about why he almost always had a hand on or near you, he shrugged it off.

"I'm just like that with everyone, sweetheart."

You couldn't help but feel like that was a straight up lie. You were almost positive he didn't place his hand on Vash's leg whenever the two of them sat next to each other. You were certain he never wraps his arms around Meryl's waist, leaning his head on her shoulder to get a peek at what she was doing. And there was no way he places his hands on Roberto's hips when he moves past him in a tight space.

So what made you different than them?

You couldn't help but wonder if he liked you. The idea made you so flustered that you had to immediately squash the concept. Wolfwood said that he was like that with everyone, so you had no choice but to believe him.

Then there were the nicknames though.

"Needle-noggin" for Vash was one thing, but the sugary sweet nicknames he would use for you were countless. Anything from "babe" to "sweetface". It never failed to make you blush. You had to keep telling yourself that they were just nicknames. He was like this with everyone.

Wolfwood knew that, at the start of this, he had told himself he didn't have time for romance.

But, God, after so many months of endlessly flirting with and teasing you, he was starting to become a little frustrated that you hadn't caught on yet.

Whenever the others would ask you about him, you would tell him what he had told you. That he was like that with everyone. The deadpan look that everyone gave you should have been enough for you to know that he wasn't really like that with everyone, but you chose to remain blissfully unaware of the man's feelings.

Right now, Wolfwood was sitting across a diner, watching as you giggled at one of Vash's jokes while the two of you sat at the bar. You placed your hand on his shoulder as you laughed, leaning on him for support.

It made Wolfwood's blood boil.

Vash knew that Wolfwood had a thing for you. Hell, by now, you should know that Wolfwood had a thing for you. But there you were, laughing and leaning against Vash. He felt his eye twitch a bit as the blond blushed, shaking his head at something you said with a chuckle and sitting you up straight.

You smiled, sipping your drink before you continued to chat with him, unaware of a certain brunette who was burning holes into the back of your head.

Wolfwood knows that, if Meryl and Roberto saw him like this, they would probably march up and tell you about the way he felt themselves. He knew how annoyed they were with how often he danced around a confession, narrowly avoiding being direct with you every time. It was almost painful. For everyone involved.

Suddenly, Vash glances back at Wolfwood. He looks back at you and leans in, whispering something in your ear. You perk up for a moment, turning as well and seeing Wolfwood sitting by himself. You gave him a smile and waved him over, gesturing towards the barstool on the other side of Vash.

His glare softened immediately, a light blush crossing his cheeks as he stood up, putting out the cigarette that he had been nursing before he moved towards the bar.

Once he was close, Vash suddenly stood from his stool, letting out a comically fake yawn as he stretched above his head, talking about how he was exhausted and that he was going to go to bed. He bids his goodbyes to you before he walks past Wolfwood, winking at him and giving him a thumbs up.

"You got this."

Wolfwood narrows his eyes at the set-up, grumbling something to himself before sitting next to you and ordering a drink. He was going to need to be plastered if he was going to do this. The two of you chat as you continue to sip from your own drink, your cheeks painted a pretty pink color, either from the alcohol or from the handsome man sitting next to you.

"So, you and Vash, huh?" He asks as he downs a drink before wiping his mouth with his sleeve, "You got a thing for him?"

Your eyes widen and you shake your head, the pink color of your cheeks turning darker as you stumble over your words, "No... No! No, not Vash. He's nice, but he's not really my type."

Wolfwood blinks for a moment, considering your words. The way you said that made it seem like there was someone else. He couldn't help but smirk at the idea of it being him.

"Really? What's your type then, darlin'?" He asks as he orders another drink, immediately downing it again. You watch him chug the drink, a small frown on your lips.

"If you keep drinking like that, you'll regret it in the morning-"

"Trying to change the subject, huh?" He teases as he finishes the drink, a grin tugging on his lips. You sigh and return to your drink, sipping it for a moment before you look back at him.

"Just worried about you," Your voice is filled with honesty as you place your hand on his arm, a playful smile crossing your face, "I like men who don't have alcohol poisoning."

He stares at you for a moment as you laugh, his grin widening as he leans closer to you.

"Oh yeah? Is that the only requirement to be a man you like, sweetheart?" He chuckles, reaching up and touching your cheek with his calloused hand. You look from his face to his hand on your cheek before looking at him again.

"Maybe. Who knows~" You shrug, placing your hand over his with a smile, "What about you, Wolfwood, what's your type?"

He watches your hand press against his, his cheeks turning a bit pink at your touch. His breath hitches for a moment as his eyes look up and down your face. God, he wanted to kiss you. He was going to do it. It was tonight or never.

"You."

His bluntness catches you by surprise, your hand dropping from his and your already pink cheeks turning a more red color.

"Do you-"

"I don't say that to everyone. I don't treat everyone like I treat you." He interrupts quickly, pulling your face a bit closer. Your eyes widen at the close proximity, but they never look away from his face.

"Now... I'm going to kiss you, ok? If you want me to stop, say so now."

You watch as he scans your face for any sign that you wanted him to stop, before you lean in a bit with a whisper, "You can kiss me-"

As soon as you've given the green light, his lips are on yours, hungrily kissing you as he wraps one arm around your waist, pulling you close, the other staying on your cheek. Your eyes are open for only a moment before they flutter shut, your hands moving to the collar of his shirt as you reciprocate the kiss. Months of pining for each other were finally paying off. The kiss lasts for as long as it can before you pull away for air, both of your faces flushed as the two of you catch your breath.

He looks at you for a beat, taking in this moment in time before he leans in for another kiss. He had months of pent up affection and he was going to give it all to you, right now.

Masterlist | Ao3

[lynxtheserval]

Hi im the anon that requested for scythe chasing the reader.

And yes,like thoese typical yandere pslsls im so down bad for this womwan🙏🙏🙏🙏

Fun to write wooo, I might do a part two if I remember about this lmao

Man sorry if it seems lazy at any point as well

Yan!Scythe x reader -

(TW: yandere shit, stalking, getting chased, a single curse word, possible ooc scythe)

All you heard was whistling and the heavy ba-dump of your blood through your ears. You tried to run as fast as you could through the dusty ghost town you managed to get lost in.

Your shoes pounded against the sand, and your legs were exhausted. You've been running for who knows how long at this point.

You turned around a corner and sat next to a wall to try to catch your breath. You hoped she wasnt following you anymore, but you still heard the whistling and humming of that… monster. The whistles sounded farther away now, but you still weren't fully safe. You don't know what she wanted from you, but what you do know is she's been chasing you for what feels like an hour, carries a terrifying looking gear, and she’s the most wanted in all the factions. You weren't that special of a person, you weren't a criminal, nor anybody important, you have no idea what a person like HER wanted from you.

You got snapped out of your train of thought when you realized you could hear footsteps now, oh god.. she was close. You were frozen with fear, you held your breath and stayed as still as you possibly could.

The footsteps got louder, and louder, and louder.

“Ya know, you can't run forever, sugar.”

Her voice was.. intimidating, to say the least. She had a very strong southern accent, if she wasn't chasing you down for who knows what reason, you might have found her voice attractive.

You said nothing and continued being as still as you possibly could.

“Listen, baby, I ain't gonna hurt ya! Just come out of your little hiding spot, so I can see your pretty little face.”

You seriously doubted that she wouldn't hurt you.

Scythe was getting annoyed now, where the hell were you?! She never loses her sights on a target, but you were much more than that. You were actually important to her. But of course you didn't know that, you just met her, after all.

Except she's known you for a while.

You were such a precious thing! Your adorable face, your laugh, your beautiful eyes, oh.. and your personality! She loves every bit about you.

That's why she isn't letting you leave.

You were still hiding, she knew you were around here, somewhere. You were terrified, you didn't know what to do.

So you stayed in your hiding spot, and waited.

And waited,

And waited.

It felt like forever, you couldn't hear her footsteps anymore, so you think you're in the clear to go.

So you carefully step outside your hiding spot, and look around.

It seemed cl-

“FUCK-”

You got kicked down on top of the sandy ground, and heard a menacing laugh behind you.

“Oh sugar.. I'm glad I was able to find you in the end! You hide well, I'll give ya that.”

You got the breath knocked out of you, gasping for air. The woman placed her foot on top of your back, not too hard as to hurt you, but enough to keep you from getting up and running.

“Now, you're probably wondering what I want from you.” She paused, trying to figure out what she wanted to say. You nodded, and tried to speak, but she interrupted you. “Well, darlin’, I want you.”

“Wh-what do you mean!?”

She took her foot off of you, but before you could do anything, she grabbed one of your arms, forcing you up. She then brought you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you.

“Ya see sugar, you don't know this, but I've been watching you for a while now.” She grinned at you, looking into your eyes. God, you were so much prettier up close.

“What did I do to anger you?!”

“You didn't do anything, darlin’. Except steal my heart!” She laughed, “And trust me, baby, I ain't angry. It's reasonable that ya would wanna run away from me.”

You looked at her with fear in your eyes and she took notice of this, and loosened her hold on you, instead of hugging you, she was now just holding your hands.

“Relax, I'm not gonna hurt ya! I just want you to stay with me for a little while, it won't be bad, baby, I promise.”

And then your vision went black.

[ravenwitch45]

How about Crimson with an Imp reader who is much bigger then Crimson?

Okay, I like this idea, not sure what you mean by bigger though, that means a lot of things, So I'm gonna take it as taller and thicker built cause that sounds like a fun way to go, but interpret the writing how you envision I suppose, grumpy Mob boss flustered at being so small compared to his partner, let's do this XP

Crimson with an Imp Reader who is much bigger then him

Ah... Okay then.

Most of Crimson's men are shark demons, which are just generally taller then him for the most part, so he's kinda used to being the physicaliy smallest in the room, but he still feels like he's the strongest since they listen to his every whim after all. You on the other hand were different, whenever your close to him or touch him, he ends up feeling very small and vulnerable, and he refuses to boss you around, Satan knows what happened when he did that with his last partner.

He of course usually keeps his cool, tough as nails demeanor even though he's pretty flustered internally just being around you, even if you've caught him just looking you up and down, for varying reason, awe, attraction, wanting to just nuzzle up to your large form. But you can bet he's not admitting any that. He is very grumpy if you ever pick him up, just pouting and crossing his arms till you set him down, glad his only scars are around his eyes making his blush hard to notice.

Short jokes or teasing him about his height make him even madder, you don't do them often cause of that, but it's cute to see the angry blush. Don't get me wrong tho, he can manage not to be a blushy mess, he eventually adjusts to be able to keep up the composure to turning the teasing back on you, also you can bet he likes to top you when he can :3 Some of the teasing is innocent tho, like laughing when you bump your head on a doorway without your height in mind, or a ceiling fan tassel (Tall struggles I can confirm XP) Which always makes you fire back with you easily reaching the thing he just can't, you love to tease eachother about the height difference essentially. You sometimes recruiting one of his more lighthearted men like Chaz to tag team tease him. He doesn't take teasing sitting down though, if you get a little too bold, he'll sweep your legs right out from under and catch you, kissing you while your too flustered to respond, making you a stammering blushing mess. Which then makes any partner you recruited tease you right back, so hard to find loyal help these days am I right XP And while he allows that, thinking you deserve it a bit for getting too bold with him. If anyone teases you about it out of the blue, or Satan forbid insult you about it for some dumb reason, he'll roast the shit out of them, and probably arrange for them to get shot later if they talk back, Only he's allowed to tease you, or someone can with his approval, otherwise Fuck around and find out suckers. But sometimes? Sometimes he melts, clinging onto you desperately as you hug him in an encompassing embrace, only admitting to himself that you make him feel safe from all the regrets he refuses to agknowledge. Just grateful he still has you.

(Also thanks to my boyfriend @aveismaschine for the "encompassing embrace" alliteration, true genious dear) Overall it's a pretty wholesome relationship, filled with teasing and one upping flustering the other, along with genuine sweet moments that come with any good relationship, or at least that's my spin on it, thanks for the idea Anon.

[candidapple]

I’m just at camp to get railed by Floyd in his mer form. On another note am I the only one who thinks it’s kinda hot when he pulls his scary face?

cw monsterfucking, adult content. minors dni 🔞

floyd leech x gn!reader

you are absolutely not alone, anon. his pupils shrink and his fist clenches and i get on all fours and bark. same goes for that one deranged smile of jade's whenever his genteel mask slips far enough to flash sharp teeth. scary eels hot.

now, floyd's well aware of just how attracted you are to his true form -- and this delights him to no end, because most humans find him frightening (well... more so than usual) when he's like that. even so, it's going to take some serious cajoling on his part to get you into that lake for a slippery good time, for several reasons.

for starters, it's broad daylight and you're in public, and while you might get an exhibitionistic little thrill out of the possibility of getting caught in the act, it's not something you actually want to happen. god knows you'd never be able to look any of your classmates in the eye again. your other concern is that the lake is... a natural lake. who the hell knows what's in it? and i'm not even talking giant catfish. it's just unsanitary.

so, yeah. floyd's got his work cut out for him convincing you to take part in some aquatic playtime, though he's got a bit of a (proverbial) leg up because, as i've already pointed out, he knows you're a total slut for him when he's like this. (alright, you're a total slut for him pretty much always, but especially when he's in his real body.) and because floyd can be terrifyingly adept at getting what he wants when he's actually motivated, you are at a serious disadvantage.

he's already gotten you as far as the lake's damp, loamy bank, smiling beatifically up at you with half-lidded, almost hypnotic eyes that make you understand all too well how the sailors in the stories were so easily coaxed to their fully embraced doom. his long tail skims lazily through the murky water as he wraps both arms around your legs and hugs you just short of bruisingly tight, his skin cool and viscous against yours because you rolled your pants up to your knees to dip your feet in the lake. he rests his cheek in your lap and whispers to you, claws skimming the backs of your calves, his voice soft and persuasive and punctuated by hungry, serpentine hisses.

why not come for a swim with him? just for a little bit. he's the biggest, scariest thing in this lake, and he won't let the small fry hurt you. he'd gut anything that tried and feed it to you after. c'mon, shrimpy. he wants to feel you sssqueezing him from the inside and he doesn't wanna wait till later.

and you... well, you are persuaded to forget all about scummy lake water and peeping toms, at least for the time it takes floyd to drag you gasping and flailing into the lake, laughing gleefully with every last one of his serrated teeth on gleaming display -- yes, even the second set of teeth in his pharyngeal jaw. his skin's so slippery you have to dig your nails in deep, deep as you clutch at his shoulders, and even then you might have fallen right off his dick if he hadn't wrapped his tail securely around your waist to keep you right where you are. right where you belong, getting your shrimpy little brains fucked out in the middle of his element.

and while we're talking dick, floyd's is always good -- proportional to the rest of him, which means big, with a slit that just waterfalls oddly opalescent precum and a curve that hits just right when he pushes your knees level with your shoulders and all but drills you through whatever flat surface he's laid you out on. but in this form? it's even better, flushed a pretty green and textured in a way human dicks just aren't, slippery as hell thanks to the slime that secretes from his skin, smoothing the way for the teeth-rattling thrust of him. the water's splashing so violently around the two of you that anything approaching floyd's size and strength that might've been living in this lake has probably been scared off.

when you dry off as best you can and stumble back to camp on noodly legs with a burning sort of ache in your hips, the quality of the thunderous silence that greets you -- you don't even hear any birds chirping -- banishes any remaining hope you might've had that you somehow weren't overheard. floyd is predictably unrepentant, but you make an immediate beeline for the tent in which you'll be hiding for the foreseeable future -- until floyd drags you back out of it, that is.

[hlficlibrary]

Hi, could you please help me with this fic I'm trying to find - harry is a professor and Louis is his student at a prestigious university. They're in a secret relationship . Harry lives off campus and Louis stays over frequently. I think one of them moves away or something and the other later joins them. It's set in Britain if I'm not wrong. And it has two parts I think. I don't remember the exact details of it unfortunately.

Thank you!!

Hi, anon! I'm not sure I've found something that really fits perfectly, but could it be one of these? If not let me know, and I'll keep looking. OR maybe someone else will see this one and know it!

Don't Think About The Consequences by selflovelouis

“Can you shut up, for once?” Styles asks, and Louis’ eyes widen in shock. He opens his mouth, and Styles can tell he’s going to start yelling again about something absurd that Styles really doesn’t want to listen to. Professor Styles keeps talking instead, not giving Louis the chance to yell. “How…. how do you go from flirting with me in the middle of class to these annoying outbursts of anger? Can’t you just, can’t you just…” Fuck it. He leans in, and molds his lips against Louis’ open mouth. The wind gets knocked out of him when their lips finally meet, and he can finally feel Louis’ softness against his own lips. His hands reach up to cup Louis’ face, as Louis leans closer to Styles and he finally relaxes into Styles’ embrace. Styles doesn’t deepen the kiss, instead he pulls away and ghosts his lips across Louis’ while he comprehends what he just did fully. Fuck.

I'm insatiable, it’s all your fault by CuckooTrooke

Harry has met many, many attractive people during his heats before, some of whom have been on the brink of their ruts, and he has never wanted to spread his legs open as much as he wants to do it right now.

All Louis has to do is sit right there on the chair, and Harry is ready to present.

Louis' scent wraps around him like a tender hug, intoxicating in the best possible way. It smells so much like a picnic in a forest; something sweet yet sophisticated like dark chocolate, sprinkled with a touch of pine and rain. It’s everything Harry is addicted to.

OR The last thing Harry expected when he started a new job was to meet his truebond. The only problem is, his truebond happens to be one of his students, and he's never been the man to dismiss his morals.

more than just a dream by spit_on_me_larry

Louis Tomlinson loves his life, he really does. It's just that he's constantly on the verge of everything completely going to shit. He's disorganized and clumsy and hotheaded and just a little bit ridiculous.

And then he meets Harry Styles. Harry is the type of person Louis hates. It seems like everything comes easily to him. He's rich and brilliant and everyone loves him and he has his life impossibly and perfectly together.

Louis detests Harry Styles. Except for the inconvenient fact that he can't seem to get Harry out of his head.

[melissa-kenobi]

Hiiiii I wanted to request an obi wan x reader short fic or drabble (whatever you want really) where the reader has some self esteem issues regarding her physical appearance and she confides in obi wan. He’s obviously so supportive and the whole thing is very fluffy

If you’re not comfortable with writing about this in particular I totally get it!! Any sort of hurt/comfort dynamic would be great :)

Hi Anon 💕

Omg, I'm sorry this is so late :( but yasass I'm totally happy to write anything about my boo Obi 🥺 it's been a while since I wrote but here ya go x

Also idek if this goes under what you requested. I'm sorry if it doesn't :'( x

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Confide [Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader]

Obi-Wan is probably one of the most lenient Masters ever and you were so lucky to have him as yours. You cherished each moment with him and always looked up to him. He was so easy to talk to if you ever struggled with anything, he was understanding and gentle with you. Something you deeply appreciated, something many other padawans struggled with their masters.

But this time you weren't sure how he would react.

---

Rushing out of the training room, lightsaber held tightly in your grip as you left the other padawans: you attempted to make you way subtly out the temple. But the tears running down your cheeks, and the bright training clothes were a major attraction for your master to spot you. You'd barely made it 10 steps down the very long stairs before you heard him.

"Padawan. Padawan!" His voice rang out behind you but you kept your pace urging your legs to go faster- so he wouldn't talk to you. "Y/N!"

Fuck. He rarely calls you your name in public. Only when you're alone or on a mission together. Taking a deep breath you quickly swiped the tears away and turn to face your Master- who wore a face of confusion.

"Master. Can I help you?" You forced a smile out as he came to a stop in front of you. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he took in your appearance. Eyes reddened as he noticed the tears which looked as if they had been hastily wiped away. Robes out of place as your arms were crossed over your body awkwardly. Your eyes blinked rapidly as they looked everywhere but him. "Master?"

Master Kenobi didn't say a word but gently took you by the arm and had you walk with him to your shared room. You bit your lip as you let him take you back, eyes holding back tears as he took you through a short cut- almost as if he knew.

You felt like a child again. Back when the other padawans would make fun of you, you'd rush to your Master and cry into his arms all night. He'd hold you and make sure you were okay before gently talking to you and making you feel better. Master Kenobi would make you a cup of hot coco with marshmallows and whipped cream, knowing it was your favourite comfort drink.

The two of you walked into the room, your Master instantly throwing off his cloak and walked to the mini kitchen in the room. You sniffed a bit before making your way over to him, watching as he swiftly wandered from cabinet to drawer. You stood still as you watched Obi-Wan for a few minutes, wondering how he wasnt angry with you before looking down to your feet.

"I'm sorry Master." You sniffled and blurted out, blinking back tears.

Obi-Wan instantly stopped what he was doing and walked to where you stood, his hand lifting your chin up and looking into your eyes. "No little one. Don't ever apologise to me. You have no reason to."

"But I-i-

"No."

"Master- they were making fun of me for being different."

Obi-Wan blinked as he took in your words.

"Lacey said I'd never get anywhere with the way I look. That I'd never be a Jedi Knight- that you would leave me and I'd b-

You couldn't even finish your sentence as you felt the words get stuck in your throat. You let out a loud sob which had Obi-Wan pulling you into a tight hug. "Y/N, listen to me. You are a wonderful and amazingly strong Jedi, one that I am so very proud to have as my padawan. You are extremely talented in ways I will never understand and nor will the other Padawans, but what I do know is that you will go on to be a Jedi Knight. That you will succeed because you are different, because you proved them wrong today- in so many ways."

"But Obi-Wan I almost-

"But you'd didn't. And that's what makes you special." Obi-Wan pulled away as he held your cheeks in his hands.

"You did nothing wrong. You didn't let your anger get the better of you. That is the true sign of a Jedi Knight." You smiled a little as he wiped away your tears.

"As for the the Padawan's- they should have known better. I shall be having words with them tomorrow. He spoke gently before holding your shoulders and walking you to the worktop. "Now come. I want you to sit here and wait."

He made you sit on the worktop as he grabbed a few things and set them next to you. He blinked a for a few moments before actually taking you in. "You're getting too old for me to lift you up there."

"Hey!" You laughed before throwing a marshmellow at his face. "Am not! You're just old."

"Well I've had you and Anakin as padawan, what do you expect?" He retorts before you could even say anything he hands over a large mug. "I'll let you do the honors today."

You held back tears as you looked up at your Master in adoration. You jumped off and rushed him into a hug, arms holding him tightly. "Thank you Obi-Wan."

Those words held much more meaning than just hot coco and Obi-Wan felt it- he returned the hug, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. "You're welcome little one. Anytime you need me, I'll be there."

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[orangekingfisher]

Hello! Sorry for sending an anonymous ask, but i'm figuring myself out still and i don't want my followers to know i might be aromantic. I see you post about your boyfriend every once in a while and i thought i should ask... what does it mean to be in love? Have a happy hallowe'en!

hello hello! and don't worry about the anon it's fine!!

what is not fine is this ask (/hj). do you have any idea of how difficult it is to understand something you have never experienced? it's hell. (i would know - i still have zero clue about what gender is all about. like people feel that shit? incredible)

I'll try my best to explain, anon, but i don't promise anything.

first of all, love is a feeling/emotion. it's always different, i might feel one way but someone else might say "THAT'S SOME BULLSHIT". it's fine. it's also different in regards of who's directed at. (it's worth nothing that im the kind of person who believes that love - like art - is everywhere and in everything. some people disagree. it's okay). the love i feel for my best friend is different to the one i feel for rpbg. how? idk. it's different though, and i don't mean that in terms of intensity - the way i feel (in my head in my body etc) is different. try and think about happiness and how knowing you've done a good job st school/uni/work is different from the happiness you feel when you're, idk, petting a cat or listening to your favourite song. you kinda get it?

love itself does make you feel a bit sick, yes. you feel like you're having a cold and your stomach shrinks and your legs shake and when the other person is away your heart ACHES. when he kissed me the first time i thought i was going to pass out. love is painful and it's beautiful because the amount of happiness i feel when im in love it's unparalleled. and being loved back it's the cure to the sickness above. it's all chemicals in your brain and it is a fucking drug

regarding the love i feel for rpbg, it is a mix. it's affection for sure, but there's also a romantic factor to it. like there's something else that's added to the affection. the word attraction is correct - i feel attracted to, towards, him. i wanna be close to him, touch him, hug him, cuddle him, etc. there is also this hopefulness of dreaming a life together - now in most of my thoughts he's there, he's present. it's a really nice thing. i also find myself thinking stuff along the lines of "oh we didn't do [thing]! ah, well, we have so much time in our life to do that", which, for someone who was highly suicidal up until not long ago it's just. AH. it makes me go crazy

also i trust him and he's funny as shit and when he starts talking i just!! want to listen!!! to him!!! he has Stuff To Say. also he's so fucking pretty (<- not really relevant but he's like a blorbo to me at this point and im rotating him in my mind and He.)

hopefully you figure yourself out anon! maybe you'll find love maybe not. either way it's fine, live your life and have fun!!! have a nice night!

[djsadbean]

...this is embarrassing so I'm keeping anon on...

But you have no idea what a force for body positivity and self-love you are, Bean.

I have a weird nose. My family had been pointing out my freckles a bunch (trying to compliment me lol) but I was feeling kinda ugly because of the freckles they kept pointing out. I have stretch marks on my legs for literally no reason. Got a soft tummy from snacking while concentrating on research. Boring brown eyes; curly/messy brown hair.

I think to myself, "Gosh, maybe I really am ugly."

And then I see your drawings of Steven - you draw him as the most adorable creature on the planet.

And I realize he has a nose kinda like mine. He has freckles - freckles that are just SO FRICKING CUTE. He has stretch marks and cellulite. A cute, soft stomach that makes me wanna hug him lol. Cute tossled brown hair; sweet brown eyes that are anything but boring.

And that does something to the way I think about myself and about attractiveness in general.

With your art and headcannons, you are helping us - everyone in this fandom - in ways you can't even imagine, Sarah. Thank you from the bottom of my heart and on behalf of the WG gang for bringing this positivity and compassion through your art.

oh my gosh im so happy to hear that!! sometimes i forget ppl read my ramblings xD i hope you know youre perfect the way you are and i think subconsciously i added qualities to steven that i want to like more about myself too.

the stuff i listed are so common in a lot of us and idk i wanted to "romanticize" these things bc life is short and we should see ourselves in the characters we love. and we dont always have to feel "positive" about these things all the time but it's nice to feel content or indifferent too. like it's just there and that's not a problem. i hope this makes sense ^^ its def great when we LOVE these things about ourselves tho! but of course no pressure to if youre having a meh day. i think im gonna do something similar with cherie and rever-sel too ehehe i also want girlies to identify with.

thank u so much for this kind message!! this means so much ily anon i hope u have a wonderful day and im gonna remember this forever <3 <3 <3 thank u sm!!!

[thetaekookcloset]

As you keep getting asks from people worried about the difference in demonstrative affection between Tae and Jungkook, I just thought I'd throw my two cents in. One of the reasons I love taekook is because their dynamic really reminds me of the dynamic my partner and I have. We've been together for thirteen years and I'd consider our relationship to be very strong. I'm extroverted and very handsy. He's introverted and far more reserved, especially when we are around others.

People don't always seek out the same thing they are giving their partner. I prefer to initiate touch. I love throwing my arm across the back of my partner's chair, grabbing his hand, or rubbing his shoulder in public. While, he's receptive to my touch, he's subtle in his responses, especially if we aren't alone, and that works for us. Part of the reason I was attracted to him in the first place was because of that subtlety. I'm confident he wants me and enjoys my affection, even when he isn't initiating or responding with the same outward displays.

He shows his love in other ways. I can always feel his gaze on me when I'm telling a story or laughing. He's a real acts of service guy, and is extremely thoughtful in how he takes care of the people he loves.

I think it's natural to seek out people who are complimentary to you instead of exactly the same. I don't really see any indications that either Jungkook or Tae are concerned by the ways the other initiates or receives affection, and at the end of the day all that really matters is what works for them.

Thank you so much for sharing your perspective!  It sounds like you have a lovely relationship, and I love the way you’ve related it to TK here.

I’m actually really glad that I had to respond to this so late, because I spent part of the weekend at a party with my own partner and some of our friends.  For the first time, I really paid attention to my own ways of displaying affection and found that I’m very similar to you (and to Taehyung, I guess).

During the party, I frequently found myself reaching out to my partner, putting my arm around their shoulders, hugging them, taking their hand, leaning into them, putting my hand on their leg when we were sitting next to each other.  And I paid attention to their responses too.  They usually gave no real outward sign of my little displays unless the display itself demanded it, like holding their hand.

For their part, they were much more subtle.  Less likely to reach out to me out of nowhere, and much more likely to simply put a hand on my leg if we were already sitting close to each other and things like that.

And like you, I’m extremely confident in their love and affection for me.  It’s not something I could possibly doubt, because of all the other ways they show it to me.  In fact, it’s something I feel so confident and secure in that if it weren’t for this whole conversation, I probably never would even have noticed that their responses to me in public settings like that are so subtle and subdued in comparison to mine.

It’s just not something I think about in the moment because in real life, it isn’t about that.  It’s not about comparing how much love one person has for another, or how much outward affection they show.  In a real relationship, you just relate to each other the way that you relate to each other.  There are so many ways to communicate love.  There are so many ways to feel adored.

As you said, people tend to seek out complementary traits in one another -- complementary, but compatible.  My partner and I are big physical touch people, but clearly in public settings, I tend to be the one who wants to lean into that touch as a form of comfort and familiarity, whereas my partner is just naturally more subdued in that kind of setting.  At home, however, in private, my partner is just as likely to initiate touch or want to linger in bed in the mornings to cuddle.

I agree with you, anon: there doesn’t seem to be any indication that either of them are unhappy with the ways that they give and receive affection, and in the end, all that matters is what works for them.

I did receive several more asks on this topic, after making this post about the recent Chuseok live, with people sharing their thoughts.  Rather than trying to respond to them all individually, I’m going to include them below the cut.  Thank you, everyone, for reaching out to contribute to the conversation!  Sorry again for responding so late -- I had a super busy weekend!

Anon 2:

To that live question about JK seeming disinterested in Tae. I’ve seen this ask pop up on a few other blogs too.

Didn’t the members say JK was extremely tired during the live? Not saying that the anon is wrong necessarily bc that’s their own interpretation of JK’s actions during the live, but I can also say that when someone is extremely tired, they might not be the most demonstrative person. When I’m tired I sometimes look like I’m disinterested in what’s going on around me, but it’s more just me spacing out which is kind of what it looked like was happening with JK 🤷🏻‍♀️ even so, the looks JK was giving Tae didn’t look like someone who was disinterested or annoyed with how Tae was acting.

Anon 3:

Oh God why do people get so insecure.

I wonder did nobody noticed Jungkook looking at camera when Tae held him by neck. He smiled, looked at camera his smile dropped. Or another time when Tae asked Jingkook-ssi what do you think and Jungkook looks at him asking Yes? looks at the camera and they both straighten. It's simple. Not the first time he is conscious of the camera.

When Tae leaned towards him to see something Jungkook kept leaning back. What was he supposed to do? Let Tae climb over his lap? Well aop Yoongi also leaned back which made Jungkook shift with blank expression. Is he also uncomfortable with Yoongi now.

What about when Jungkook peeped at his tummy and they both smiled. Or when he was leaning back and smiled at Tae.

I am tired of people expecting taekook to be handsy all the time. You need a time and place for that. If Tae doesn't have any problem, what's yours people? ( Not for you admin)

Anon 4:

I’m 99% sure people don’t actually watch the vlives fully… Tae was also playing with Hobi’s cap repeatedly + rubbing his shoulder, and Hobi wasn’t reacting in any way, but I don’t see anyone saying that he was uncomfortable or annoyed.

Tae has been showing the same type of physical affection towards Jungkook, chin flicks, petting his hair, rubbing his neck, for literal years, it’s become second nature to them, so why would there be any sort of outward reaction? Jungkook is so used to it that there’s nothing to react to imho. How is he meant to react tho? I’m asking honestly, what do people expect from him just because Tae behaves towards him the way he has done for ages… Also in the past few group vlives, Jungkook has behaved the same regardless of who he’s sitting next to, he’s quiet, contained and self-soothes a lot, rarely if ever does he initiate physical contact.

Also also people are conveniently forgetting that the most “awake” Jungkook looked in that whole vlive was when Tae accidentally flashed his stomach 🤭 like the boy jumped 🫠

I mean this honestly to all the people sending these asks on tk blogs, regardless of who you ship, these men are friends first and foremost, please stop creating these weird narratives where according to you they’re incapable of verbalising their boundaries. I’ve been an Army for seven years and in the past two years shippers have been absolutely despicable in this regard.

Anon 5:

You know in the world of clusters and sound I think people forget not everything is/should on your face. Relationships and relationship behaviour is always subtlety-coded. A person who loves you doesn't need to always look at you, smile at you and react in overt manner. What matters even if they aren't looking at you, their attention is on you subconsciously. I am very old army, in my 60s and feel a little disappointed to see young generation forgetting subtilities in relations.

By the way, you are doing a good job, opening up a space for people to join and engage. It's rare to see such taekook spaces.

I recently watched a tweet video and wanted to share how relationship works. It's self explanatory.

Thank you again, everyone!  I’m sorry I can’t respond to each of you individually, but I think everyone brought up some interesting points and wanted to make sure that the conversation included everything people had to say.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Hi, dear moonracoon ! May I ask for your advice ? How do you think an artist can get noticed in the ffxv fandom ? I really wanted to ask you since you're so kind and amazing ! ( >^

HELLO, MY DEAREST BEAUTIFUL ANON!!!! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ♡♡♡

First of all, I’m sorry that I took longer to this than expected, at least for a personal ask. I didn’t mean to make you wait. (｡•́︿•̀｡)

Okay, let’s check your question!!

Hm! 

First off, I want to tell you that I’m not an artist. So the advice I’m giving you is the best I can think about, but thinking about what I write/post, and what I’ve heard other artists say, but it’s not entirely from experience. So know that if none of what I tell you works, it’s not on you, I may have missed an important advice that didn’t cross my head!

If you’d like, you could ask someone from the drawing/painting world. Yuu-senpai, Hana-senpai, even Solaris-senpai, or many others are very friendly and open and they could give you advice from experience if what I tell you doesn’t convince you. c:

1. The first 5 tags

The first 5 tags under your artwork are the most vital and important, because they’re the ones that actually show up in the Tumblr search section!

You want to use the first five tags under your artwork as the best. Final Fantasy XV and FFXV would be the first two I used, and then something more specific (if your artwork is an Ignis one, then next comes the Ignis and/or Ignis Scientia tag, etc.).

If you want to/like to talk in the tags (like yours truly!), use the last tags or, at least, start from the 6th tag and ahead. The rest of the tags won’t show up in the search section when peopel browse the tag; the rest of the tag space are there for personal use (so you browse the tags in YOUR blog, not in the Tumblr site). 

WARNING: I HIGHLY advice you to NOT use the first 5 tags to fish for attention! If your artwork is a Gladio solo artwork, you have NO REASON to use the Ignis tag or a Noctis tag or even something like a Lunafreya tag!! DO. NOT. USE. UNRELATED TAGS. 

It may work to catch the attention, sure. Someone that follows the Ignis tag may see your Gladio artwork because you used the tag. You’ll catch their attention, but it will be NEGATIVE ATTENTION.

This IS from experience. You do make your artwork reach more people, but all you get is for people to go “Ugh” and scroll past your stuff because you’re spamming artworks unrelated to the tag in the tag. So do NOT!

2. Reblogs

Reblogs are possibly the most vital, most important part to be noticed.

While tagging is GREAT and the first step to make your art go somewhere, I’d dare say the majority of people don’t necessarily follow a tag. I don’t; all that I reblog, all were reblogged from another blog. I only follow the Corqi tag because of how scarce material there is for it, so I don’t want to miss anything. But, for example, I don’t follow any Ignis or FFXV tag (mostly because I want to keep my dash as short as possible lmao, but also) because I follow enough blogs that reblog enough artworks, so why follow a tag if the rest of the people are doing it for me?

Reblogging is a very, very vital part to get noticed because your art is reaching those blogs that don’t follow the tags.

This is, however, not on you. You need another blog to reblog your artwork; one reblog opens many chances so someone else reblogs, and so on and on. The more reblogs, the more chances for more reblogs, and hence, the more people will see it. 

You know what I just thought and I have no idea why it never occurred to me before?

Let’s say you have your art blog. Do you have another one where you reblog stuff? Do you already have followers? Reblog your own artwork; post in your art blog, reblog in the fandom one. That way, you’re your first reblog, and because your reblog/fandom blog will probably have more followers than the art one (at least in a beginning), it has more chances of reaching more people. 

So it’s very important that someone else reblogs your work. This is not on you, as I said, but rather in people giving you a hand at it. Except we don’t always reblog everything we see. 

So why not try to get a friend that starts doing it? 

You’re on anon for a reason, but if you want, you can tag me in your art, or tag me in it pretending to be someone else who happened to see the artwork and thought about me, so I won’t know it’s you (and don’t worry, I won’t get suspicious; I have no way to know it’s you, and I often get tagged in other artworks by people even if we don’t talk often, so I won’t look at the tag and say “Ah! It’s that anon from the other day!” I’ll just think it’s cool someone tagged me in something. Your identity is safe with  me, whether you keep it anon or not

To be honest I don’t reblog EVERYTHING that I see, but there’s big chances I will do it. I really like all the art in this fandom, it’s crazy how skilled you people are! But yeah, showing me can lead to me reblogging it, and there you could find that beginning of the reblogging chain.

Or if you’re too shy to show me, show someone else!!

Any of your friends, or someone you feel confident with, or comfortable with. The point is getting one first reblog that can lead to a few more, and the artwork will start eventually travelling across the FFXV fandom.

Speaking of reblogs, don’t be afraid of reblogging your own work in your own blog itself!

A lot, a lot, a lot of artists do it. A lot of writers too; I do it often!!

What I mean is, think about the world. It’s not the same hour everywhere. I can post something during my evening because everyone is online on evenings, right? So it wil reach everyone.

Nope. To some, it’s night; to some, it’s bedtime; to some, it’s morning. It won’t reach everyone simply because of timezones.

So what I do is, I post something, and then I queue a reblog of the same post but it’s my “12 hour reblog”. If I posted at 6 pm, I’ll queue it for 6 am. I like to do the 12 hr one because I think it’s more chances of reaching many people, with the not-so-literal thought of “if it’s day time here, it’s posting on nighttime in the other side of the world, so in 12 hours it will be this hour tomorrow for them”. I hope it makes sense.

And sometimes I even make a 3rd reblog. Sometimes I do feel shy about it because I fear to be annoying, but 99% of the times it works and it reaches people it hadn’t reached before. 

It’s a way of sending your own work back to the top of the dashboard, and sometimes a way to give a 2nd chance for people to see it; sometimes we scroll past something without noticing, so a reblog will give us a 2nd chance to see it.

3. Posting silly stuff sometimes

It’s not a secret that sometimes a silly stickman comic you drew in 5 minutes gets more attention than the profound artwork you worked in for 10 hours. It can be annoying, disappointing, even discouraging at times. But it is, nonetheless, a good way to get attention. 

I’m not saying you force yourself to think about jokes; most times forced jokes don’t work. But if you ever get a silly idea, don’t be afraid to draw it!

People won’t think about the art and judge it. They’re just looking at the joke. And if they find it funny, they may check your blog for more, and maybe you won’t have more silly comics, but maybe, from 10 people that look in your blog for more comics, 3 will think your other work is AMAZING and will fave and maybe even reblog some of that too. It can even get you a couple new followers.

Again, this is not NECESSARY. I follow artists that have never once in their lives (of this fandom) posted any joke or silly thing, and I still follow and ADORE their work to bits. The only thing I needed was to find them once. 

4. Asks and requests

If you’re up for it and have no troubles, you could also be open for quick requests in your ask box.

Have you seen some of those memes/charts, with many facial expressions/prompts, and people request something? “Could you please draw (X character) in A3, please? Thank you!” That sort of prompts. That can be very useful!

People really like free art. Some of us don’t have money for big commissions, so sometimes, when an artist can make a 15 minutes sketch or doodle of something we like, that’s amazing, and it can lead to earning followers and/or reblogs here and there. 

NOTE: Remember, however, that you’re not WORKING FOR US. You’re not getting paid. Do it for fun, when you can, and don’t stress or overwork or take 100+ requests and try to answer them all in 2 days. It’s only for fun. Alrighty? 

But yeah; sometimes, requests can lead some people to your ask, and hence tto your blog. And it’s fun! A lot of people in this fandom have some damn amazing creativity for prompts (and boy, do I know this!!)

5. Collabs /Drawing for a fic

This works better for writers; people look at artworks way, way, way more than they read fanfics, simply because it’s less time consuming and immediate. 

However, collabs can be an amazing way to get both artist and writer to be known.

There are some that follow the artist; some that follow the writer. So when a writer posts a fic linked to an artwork, people will find out about the artist’s blog that way. And when an artists posts an artwork with a fic linked, people will find the writing blog. It’s a good way that gives and receives equally. 

There are people that are REALLY passionate about a fanfic, so you can be sure as heck that they will check out any artwork about it. That they like it or not, that’s on them, but they will at least check it out. 

So you can also draw for a fic you like, no collab needed.

This works just fine, maybe even better. With this, you not only get to be known, but you also make a writer HYPED AND ECSTATIC. There ain’t a feeling in the world like getting art drawn for your fic. So you can be sure that 99% of chances are the writer will reblog even if it’s not a collab (unless the writer is some FREAK, I can’t imagine why someone wouldn’t reblog an art of their fic???). And so, the people that follow the writer will see it too. 

This can work very well because it’s a way to get at least one reblog for sure, which is a beginning. :)

6. Join fandom weeks/weekends

This is a good way to have fun and get yourself to get known.

That is because this is a way so you will for SURE have at least one reblog. And what’s best is that that reblog won’t be from a blog who has 1 follower, it will be reblogged by a fandom blog who has dozens of followers.

If someone is a lot into Gladnis, chances are they will follow the Gladnisweek blog. Maybe they won’t participate, but they follow it to see the entries of other people, and they have it for sure that the content will be exactly what they’re looking for. 

There is no way your artwork goes unseen in a fandom week! 

7. Be true to yourself; have fun

I know, I know. The most cliché of the clichéd advices. But it’s very important that you remember that.

Don’t draw for the attention; draw for yourself.

This IS another one from personal experience. I honestly never thought I’d write for this fandom, even less have this many followers or this many requests! And you know how I got here? Because I only had fun, shared my ideas, shared my passion for the game with others, I was honest and literally, literally only had fun.

Indeed, what pushed me to fame was literally just joking around. It was the Gladio’s pick up lines series. Which I did not because I wanted followers, I just wanted to make people laugh, and I wanted to share my jokes. 

All that I did was have a lot of fun and do what I wanted, not what I thought other people wanted, and eventually ended up here.

Drawing for attention is like drawing for money; it’s empty art.

You don’t dance, sing, paint, or write thinking about how much money and fame you’ll make. You dance, sing, paint, or write thinking about what your story will say, what you want to transmit, how you want it to look. You’re thinking about creating and sharing, not about the fame.

It’s as I said about making silly things or comics sometimes; it’s only if you want to and if you’re having fun, you don’t have (and must NOT) force it!! (Think about a gas; if you force a gas out, it’ll come out as poop. It must come out naturally. Same with everything else, art included!)

So stay true to yourself. Draw what you want to draw, as you want to draw it. True, you’re not drawing just for yourself; if that was the case, you wouldn’t post it online. You’re posting it because you want to share with others. But do so like that; draw for you and share with others, don’t draw what you THINK the others want or what you THINK the others will like. Draw what you want and what you like, and show us; you’ll find someone that likes it too.

Don’t stress about what people will like or not. Think about what YOU like, and that’s it. 

I understand the concern about getting your art to be known, but that comes later. 

And that’s all that I can think of right now! Gee, I sure hope I’m not forgetting/not thinking about something more or else. But I’m sure maybe some raccoobo can have advice too, so, while I can’t tell you for sure it will happen, maybe someone will drop a comment under this, so make sure to check the notes if you see any. My raccoobos are smarter and have more experience than me, so they may know something else! ヽ(・ω・)ﾉ

Of just draw the boys in lingerie, for some reason most fandom seem to like that? Lol. I honestly rarely like that and prefer them in fancy, but maybe I’m just old fashioned or a NERD. But really, draw what you like, this sentence was a joke c:

Anyway, buddy, that’s that!!

[I’m gonna add a read more; it’s not more, just my personal thanks, but as this is already lengthy, I’m gonna add this under a cut. Hope that’s okay, buddy :)]

Thank you so, so, so immensely much for asking me. I feel flattered that you decided to put this bit of trust in me. I don’t know what I did so you felt comfortable and asked me, but I’m happy about it!! 

Thank you for coming to this raccoonie for advice. I’m not the best at it, but I try. I hope any of this can be useful, buddy. Thank you again for the trust, it’s really valuable to me and I feel very honored that you asked me. :’)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWW, and thank you SO MUCH for saying such kind and nice and sweet things about me!!! YOU’RE SO NICE, AH, YOU STOP THAT! Now I’m a blushing and giggling MESS, I’m too weak at handling praise aklsdj dfskljf klsdjf d (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)♡♡♡ 

The raccoonie is here for any question or struggle that you have, buddy! I may not always have advice, but I can always share thoughts and ideas, or just read you and give you warmy and fluffy raccoonie snuggles, alrighty? c:

Thank you so much again for asking me and for the bit of trust, and for being so sweet with me

Whether you decide to show me or not, I’ll anyway be sending you some of my most powerful, strongest MAGICAL RACCOON VIBES so you get success and the fame and followers you deserve!! And I don’t know if you’ve followed my blog for a while or if you’ve read my other personal asks, but my magical racc vibes... ALWAYS WORK!! So now you ust gotta work hard, have fun, share, and that’s it. :3

So. *grabs pompoms* This raccoon will be HYSTERICALLY CHEERING ON YOU, OKAY. Greatest of lucks, buddy, I know you can do this!! GO, GO, A-NON, GO GO, A-NON!! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!!! o(≧▽≦)o

Thanks again for everything, buddy! I wish you the absolute BEST and I give you lots, and lots, and LOTS of magical raccoon vibes so it works phenomenally!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

Greatest of lucks!

I hope you’re having a MOST FANTASTIC day or night!! Hugs!  \(^ヮ^)/

[mosesmultifandommadness]

Can I request a GN or Male reader X Monty angsty fluff but turns into lemon/smut Where the reader has a good relationship with monty and always knew how to calm him down but an emergency causes them to be away for a while week and when they come back Monty is angry then sad then makes up with the reader , then Monty punishes the reader. Also is it okay to add daddy kink 😳?

(Hi anon! I'm willing to do powerplay in this but I couldn't quite work in the daddy kink, I'm sorry. I hope I got the rest right!)

Notes: Reader will be referred to with neutral pronouns and neutral genitalia, although at some point Monty WILL be fucking you. There will also be masculine pet names, i.e. "dirty boy" "handsome pet" etc. General degrading involved. If this will make you uncomfortable, don't worry, I'll put a cut before the actual sex part.

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You came in, drenched, the only worker willing to come in for the security shift (considering that there was practically a hurricane raging outside). You have already missed three shifts since your power has been out, but you needed to come in eventually. You walked past Freddy's room, waving politely. He seemed very tired. You made sure Roxy was in her room, though you knew she didn't quite want to talk.

Then there was Monty's room.

You were somewhat nervous, but also excited - the sort of butterflies that start in your chest and flutter all the way down to the depths of your stomach. The last time you saw him was when you finally confessed your attraction. Then you were bent over the sofa, legs spread, his cold hands pressing your back down-

You caught your mouth watering. You knew it would probably not be so sexual this time. He was, more than likely, upset and worried about you.

You knocked at the door before opening it with the button to the right.

"Hey, Monty!" You cheerfully pretended that you didn't have heat in all different places. His scanners scanned you from his seated position on the couch before you could even object.

"You've been ignoring me." He almost growled. "Four days, (y/n). Where the fuck have you been, huh?" He stood, almost towering over you. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"There's an awful storm out. My power went out, and, I, uh-"

"Then you could've come and stayed here. With me. Where I know you would've been safe. Instead you fucked off, no call, nothing." He leaned against the wall, feeling rejected, but playing it off as anger. You knew, though. You stepped forward.

"Monty... Can I give you a hug, please...? I missed you." You quietly asked. After a moment, he huffed, nodded, and let you hug him tightly.

"I missed you too. I was scared for you. The wind got pretty loud, and I thought about you out in that..." He mumbled into the crook of your neck. You nodded and kissed his cheek.

"It was scary. I'm glad I made my way here." You could hear the usually quiet fans in his body pick up slightly, a sign of slight overheating. He pulled away, scanning your body again.

NSFW UNDER CUT!!! NSFW UNDER CUT!!! NSFW UNDER CUT!!!

"You're warm... I bet you want me, huh?" He smirked a little, trying to break the silence. You almost flinched.

"I... Uh..." You nodded quickly. Two rough hands scooped under your thighs, picking you up and pinning you to the wall as rough as he could, but still not enough to hurt you too badly. He dragged his teeth against your neck, and you whimpered, your hips grinding against his, causing him to gently bite down to prevent a moan. His waist, where his cock would be if the plate was removed, was warm, and gently vibrating, causing you to seek any sort of friction. His claws and fingers kneaded your thighs, seeking a reaction which he knew he'd get.

"Dirty fucking boy... Bet you've been toying with yourself waiting for when you could see me next..." He scooped you up again and moved over to the couch, the same couch you were fucked senseless on a week before. "Bet you want me to pound you just like I did last week, huh? Right like this?" He mocked the way you were positioned just last week, your hips arched up so he could fuck you as much as he wanted. You nodded, breathless, not wanting to admit how much you needed it - the itch you couldn't reach, and couldn't scratch like he could. He ran his hands down the arch of your back and palmed your ass with both hands. One hand stayed there, and the other dipped between your thighs, two claws toying with you. You felt like you could combust right then and there, just grind against his palm until you cum. He would love it too. He needed you, though.

"Come help me get this stupid fucking panel off so I can rail you, little slut." He yanked you up by the back of the shirt and faced you towards him. You tucked two fingers inside the panel, flicking the small car-hood-esque switches to get them off.

You had made some... modifications to Monty.

What once was a normal flat plate was now a Bad Dragon brand Orochi dildo, hooked up to his internal sensors to make it so he could truly feel every sensation. You untucked it from where it was hidden, and stroked it slowly, causing a slow groan to come from above you. You couldn't help yourself as your mouth slowly wrapped around it, drool dribbling down your chin as you went as far as you could.

"Enough. Get back down. I need you." He pushed you down again, crawling on top of you. You wriggled out of your uniform pants, and he rubbed against you through your underwear, just thin enough to show just how needy you were.

"God, you feel good..." He grumbled. He slipped your underwear aside, rubbing against you, cock slick with your spit. You desperately needed him inside you - flashbacks of the week before giving you a warning of what pleasure (and some pain) was to come. He slowly pushed in, so slowly, knowing if he went in too hard it would hurt. He turned on the vibrate function, knocking stars into your brain.

Soon, he was pounding into you, panting into your neck, claws digging into your waist as he held your hips down. He needed you so bad - needed to own you.

"You're mine." He growled before thinking. You nodded quickly.

"You own me, Monty, you own me, I'm all yours..." you whined out, so close to cumming. One hand held down your chest, the other grabbed a thigh and railing you as fast as he could. The vibrations reverberated through your body.

Soon, you both came. He clung close to you, and you tried your hardest to not scratch his paint as your nails dug into his back. You both sat, panting, completely wiped. He pulled out and rubbed small circles into your thigh, gentle, a complete 180 from what he was just doing.

"You did good, (y/n). You make me feel so good." He almost smiled. You nuzzled into him. You felt so warm, almost high, and overall safe.