#dont look at me dont touch me dont acknowledge me in any way

[redrobin-detective]

There’s something about the inevitability of Bruce Wayne becoming a father that gets me, of him finding love, balance and family in the faces of children who need him. Because Bruce never expected it. At eight, he probably wasn’t thinking of having a family but even that faraway notion was destroyed the night his parents died. He never seriously thought about dating while training and children even less so. That wasn’t the kind of man he was, not anymore.

That said, he was good with children, had deep empathy for the things they went through. In many ways, a young Batman was like a child himself. He saved lives, saved families night after night and he told himself it was enough. Until the circus, until the fall, until he met tear stained blue eyes across the tent and realized that only he could really help Richard Grayson.

It was a split second decision, one with all heart and emotion and not one lick of logic. In the days that follow, he’ll curse his soft nature. In the years that follows, he whispers thanks for the best decision of his life. It takes him a long, long time to consider himself Dick’s parent. First he was just a traumatized child, then a vaguely homicidal hindrance, then a confidant and partner. And pretty soon he’s fussing over his ward’s scraped knees and engaging studiously at parent-teacher conferences and teaching then shamelessly beatiing him at chess.

Friends and coworkers called him a father long before the title felt right on him, like a too large sweater he had to grow into. Because he had to grow up in order to care for Dick. He had to address something of his own traumas to help Dick with his. He had to learn and make mistakes and try again over and over. He had to admit he was wrong in so many words, he did need a partner as batman, he did need to be more involved as wayne, he did need love. One day, he looked at himself in the mirror, still a young man but one who has seen and done many ridiculous and incredible things. And one of those was being Dick’s father.

And every time, he thinks it’s the last! He thinks he has enough kids, enough of parenting reckless and amazing young children. And yet every time he’ll be confronted with a new child and he’ll open his heart and door once more. It boggles me that people think they can excise Robin and Bruce’s title as a mentor/father from him but it arguably the most quintessential part of his character. Bruce was dying before Dick, both in story and in his early comic sales. He was just a man in a suit beating other people up. Dick and the others gave him light to his life, light he didn’t think he deserved. It prevented him from going down a darker path.

Bruce is a dad, he will always be a dad. No matter how amazing and cool and important his children are, he still straightens their coats and tells them not to slouch. He tells bad jokes just to hear them groan and listens with genuine interest to their hobbies. From the moment Dick came home with him, Bruce Wayne found his own home. I’ve wandered off topic, shocking, but just. Bruce was always going to end up with a houseful of crazy children driving him mad and yet young 20 something Bruce never could have imagined it. But who he is as a person, what he does, he would never turn his back on a child in need and that is why the character endures.

[catcze]

⠀「 Giving them random kisses (part 2) 」 

Reblogs are greatly appreciated !!

「 FEAT : 」 Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Lyney, Kaveh, Alhaitham (separate) x GN! reader

「 ### : 」 fluff n romance ! Some heavy kissing, but tbh nothing that warrants much more of a warning. Kaveh's is... a little sad, but it ends well ♡

A long-overdue part two !! Listen guys pls pls pls dont let this flop i actually efforted on this one haksdj 💔

⠀「 WRIOTHESLEY 」

He's initially pretty surprised, but he recovers quickly and smoothly.

He hasn't had many people showering him with affection, so it's a bit of a learning curve with you being so sweet to him.

Does his best to reciprocate though! He doesn't want you feeling like he loves you any less.

He ends up liking the surprise kisses more than he could have ever thought ♡

"Hey Wrio," you murmur from where you sit on his lap. Your boyfriend is engrossed with the documents in his hand, though one arm is still wrapped around your waist, holding you against him.

Wriothesley doesn't look up when you call his name. His eyes are still trained on the fine print, though he does acknowledge you with the tilt of his head and a, "Hm?"

You take his momentary distraction to reach up and pull his face down so you can reach it and plant a small, sweet kiss on his cheek. It's delicate and chaste, just the press of your lips to his skin, as light as the landing of a butterfly, but from the corner of your eye you see the way his eyes widen and the telltale flush of his cheeks.

He gulps, his entire body turning warm under your touch.

"It's nothing," you say, one hand still cradling his cheek. The documents crinkle in his grip, and you smile. "Just wanted to remind you that I love you, is all."

Before you can even realize, Wriothesley is craning his neck and turning your head so that he can press a full kiss against your lips, heart racing as he steals your breath. The way he kisses you is frantic, rough. Like he can't get enough of you in the moment. Like his heart is about to burst out of his chest, and the only thing he can do about it is kiss you harder.

When you finally separate, you're both heaving for air, foreheads pressed together and breath mingling. Every one of his exhales tickles your lips, and under your palm, you can feel how his heart thumps in his chest.

Wriothesley's breath is ragged when he speaks; breathless like he's just ran a marathon. "Just wanted to remind you that I love you too," he whispers.

⠀「 NEUVILLETTE 」

He's been around humans for a long time. It's to be expected that he's had enough time to observe what humans in love do.

Specifically with kisses, Neuvillette has always been a little intrigued.

What is it that makes the meeting of lips so enjoyable for humans? Is it different from the act of holding hands? From the act of linking arms as you walk down a street together?

It's with you that he finally finds his answers.

"Neuvi!" you call, walking into his office. There's a beaming grin as you close the door behind you, bags of takeout food in your hands. "I've brought lunch!"

Neuvillette raises his head the moment he hears your voice, his lips curving in a soft smile. By the time you've approached, rounding his desk and giving him a kiss on the forehead in greeting, the Iudex has already put away his case files and has cleared a place for you on his desk.

You perch on it with ease, one of Neuvillette's hands coming up to push you up, and place the takeout bags beside you. "Hey," you tell him with a smile, looking down at him from where you sit.

"Hello." Neuvillette's eyes glitter from this angle, and the way he smiles so fondly at you makes him look nothing like the scary Iudex that some people think he is. If anything, with the way he looks at you, he just looks like any other man in love. One of his hands find yours, gently weaving his fingers between yours and caressing the back of your hand with his thumb. "Thank you for bringing me lunch," he says. "You didn't have to."

"Mm, it's not for free, though!" You tell him with a grin, and one of his brows rise.

"Oh?"

"Mhm," you nod sagely, leaning forward so that your lips hover just above his. There's a smile on your face, and one of your hands goes to his shoulder to steady yourself. "I want a kiss for all my hard work."

"is that so," he muses, expression becoming just the slightest bit teasing. "Does the one you took upon arrival not meet your requirements, my dear?"

"That was nice, but I want a kiss kiss, Neuvi," you tell him, pouting just a bit.

Neuvillette chuckles under his breath, one hand coming up to cradle the back of your neck and pull you in closer. "That can be arranged," he murmurs, just before his lips meet yours.

⠀「 LYNEY 」

A relationship with him consists of so! many! kisses!

My guy acts like he's gonna fall ill if he doesn't have a kiss from you every so often.

Literally, he takes any excuse to kiss you that he can get!

And if you're the one initiating a little smooch? He'll be over the moon!

"If you're trying playing a magic trick on me, you're already cheating," Lyney laughs. He's seated on a chair in the the Hotel Bouffes d'ete, a silk handkerchief covering his eyes. One of his eyebrows are raised, and there's a joking quirk to his lips. Although he can't see it, you roll your eyes and tighten the blindfold.

"You're sure you can't see anything?" You ask when you think you've got it tight enough. You wave a hand in front of his face, and he doesn't even flinch.

"All I'm seeing now is my life if you were not in it, mon amour. Nothing but endless darkness." He's grinning while he says it, but you know he means every word, cheesy little shit that he is. You grumble the thought aloud, and he has the audacity to laugh.

You pull away, keeping one hand on his shoulder so he still knows you're there. "Alright smooth talker," you say. "Give me a number from one to ten."

"Ooh, a very intriguing question," Lyney hums. "I'll take the safe route... and go with five."

"Okay. Final answer?"

"Have I ever been one to take back my words, mon amour?"

You grumble again, and his grin widens. Your hands rise to cup his face, tilting it up for easier access. Lyney is lost for a second, lost on what you could have up your sleeve— then you press kisses to his face in rapid succession. One of his forehead, another two on each of his cheeks, one on his nose, and a last one on his lips. That one you drag out a little longer, feel his lips against yours with a familiarity that only you have ever known, before it ends too quickly. Five kisses, just as he's asked.

When you remove the blindfold, he stares at you, light flush high on his cheeks, lips tingling with the urge to kiss you more.

You grin. "Good enough of a magic trick for you?"

⠀「 KAVEH 」

For Kaveh, your kisses are nothing short of an oasis in the middle of the desert.

When he feels at his lowest, debt and impending deadlines creeping in on him, there's nothing that pulls him out of his headspace like affection from you.

If he feels like he's about to drown, you pull him out of the water.

For that reason, he welcomes every ounce of affection you can spare.

"Kaveh, it's late," you beckon him from under the sheets, a yawn crawling up your throat. "Come sleep. You can continue your work in the morning."

"Go first," he says, leaning over another set of schematics, hand pushed into his hair in frustration, a deep frown marring his face. "I'll join you once I finish this." His voice is distant, distracted, as if he's just spitting out preset lines in his head.

You've been saying that for hours now, you want to tell him. It's hard not to feel a little neglected when your boyfriend refuses to look at you for hours at a time— when he continues to run himself ragged despite all your best efforts at trying to make sure he doesn't break himself in his pursuit of perfection.

When Kaveh sighs once more, slamming his hands on his desk in frustration and groaning so loudly you're sure Alhaitham is cursing him out from his room, you slip out from under the sheets and walk over to him.

"Kaveh," you say again, a hand on his shoulder.

"What," he snaps at you before he can help it, teeth bared. When he sees how you flinch, hand threatening to pull away, he quickly looks down, staring at the sheets of paper with shame and regret. "I'm sorry," he says in a quiet voice, head hung and hands trembling. The fight and frustration drains out of his body, leaving him tired. Tired and feeling terrible.

You sigh— you don't blame him for the outburst. Archons knows he's been on the receiving side for a few of your own bad moods. That's just how some days can be, being graduates of the akademia. Gently you take hold of his cheek and guide him to look up at you, and when his eyes hesitantly meet yours, you smile a little sleepily.

"I forgive you," you say, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead, moving down to his nose, and then ending on his lips. You can feel just the slightest curve of his smile as you kiss softly, feel the way his shoulders relax just a bit under your care.

"Come on. You need rest," you tell him, gently tugging him to his feet and leading him to the soft, warm bed. This time, he does not protest.

⠀「 ALHAITHAM 」

With him, it's a little difficult to randomly kiss him, because he's very rarely caught off guard.

He intercepts a lot of your attempts!

Whether it be side-stepping you to make you gasp in affront, or stealing your thunder and kissing you before you can kiss him— needless to say it's a challenge.

Good thing you always rise to challenges.

From the moment you enter the living room and perch yourself on the couch beside him, Alhaitham is squinting at you in suspicion. You just grin, not dissuaded by the sharp look in his eye.

"You're planning something," he say, snapping his book close.

You gasp, pressing a hand to your chest. "Who, me? Bold statement, mister grand sage."

"Acting grand sage. Non-permanent."

"Same thing," you dismiss with a wave of your hand. His stare only narrows further. "Now! I need to you do something for me, dearest love of mine. Give me your hands, would you?"

And although his nose wrinkles at the cheesy nickname, he complies, albeit a little hesitantly. One of the perks of him being your boyfriend, you suppose— lessened questions about any shenanigans you might pull.

When you're securely gripping his hands, weaving your fingers together and ensuring that he can't pull away (his brow furrows when he tries. He's getting more suspicious about what you're about to pull) you grin.

"Okay. Now close your eyes."

"I'd rather not," Alhaitham shuts you down immediately, and you frown.

"Please?"

"Tell me why, first."

"Just—! I pinky promise you'll like it. I super swear that you'll like it!"

And eventually he relents, eyes falling shut. You cheer internally, and before he can change his mind, you swoop forward to give him a kiss. The surprise of it catches him off-guard for once, and his hands clench yours, but just as you'd expected he doesn't try to pull away— if anything, he pushes back into the press of your lips, kissing you even harder than you kissed him.

When you separate, your face feels warm and your palms are undoubtedly sweaty, but he hasn't let you go for a second. Alhaitham swallows down a gulp of air, chest heaving just a little, and you feel the bubble of victory in your chest. "See? I told you you'd like it."

[etherealkissed88]

how i manifest when i feel anxious •°. *࿐

i decide i have what i want…

when i feel anxiety -> i let it pass while knowing its only a human reaction

◦ since i am beyond just a human (i am limitless imagination/self), i know any anxiety is below me and it has nothing to do with my limitless self. i have exactly what i decided i have, regardless of any anxiety.

know anxiety usually comes from a fear of failure

◦ so, i cannot limit myself based on what i see or what i negatively assume my future will look like bc i am always beyond the 3d, no matter what feelings/anxiety my human self experiences.

◦ i become indifferent/i dont care about what i see or what i assume i will see because i know everything comes together in the 3d once i change self/know its done. fact: everything always comes together and works out in the end. being indifferent to the 3d = being indifferent to emotions, anxiety and everything that doesnt serve you.

dont fight it, dont avoid it, tackle it head on

◦ acknowledge you are experiencing anxiety bc you are. yes it can feel like shit but it doesnt have to affect who you are being (whatever version of self you are embodying). again, i can choose to be indifferent to this anxiety. you dont have to be scared of the anxiety. it is a natural human response. cry if you need to, let it all out. dont try to suppress it bc that will only come to bite you back in the ass, believe me.

◦ take care of your mental health in whatever ways necessary. when i used to experience anxiety, i used to take walks in the park, clear my head, meditate, express myself and my emotions through art and journaling, etc. remember nothing you do (or feel) in the 3d has to affect who you are being/your state.

"how can i still have anxiety yet still be a desired version of me?"

anxiety has no affect on anything unless you allow it to change your identity. you are the one with power, the anxiety is only an experience, similar to breathing in oxygen and using our sense of touch; its all neutral. when you start surrendering to the anxiety, you are creating and accepting negative stories that you create based on the feeling of anxiety. allowing that anxious feeling to change your state/identity is surrendering to something you view as more "powerful" than you. stop transforming that anxiety into a state that you embody based on the false, negative stories u imagine.

remember a 3d experience or anxious feelings doesnt have to influence who you are being. an example: a model who knows (fulfilled) that she is graceful and beautiful can have anxiety about doing her catwalk. the anxiety is normal, she can experience the symptoms of anxiety (shortness of breath, dry mouth, shaking) but her core identity/state is still a graceful model. the anxiety is only a temporary feeling. usually when we experience these feelings, they occupy all of our attention in that moment which is why it seems so scary but in reality, its not that big a deal. know that anxiety is just a feeling. you are safe. you can still experience shitty feelings while knowing you are a bad bitch!

you dont always identify with everything you experience. for example, a lot of people experience good things and still identify as people who are unworthy of good things. so its really up to you to choose what to identify with.

i know my only job is knowing its done

◦ if i just decided its done, as the operant power, as i say goes, therefore its done. so my job is done. anxiety is part of the 3d, not my limitless self, imagination. so i can be indifferent and experience it without identifying with it, the same way people manifest what they desire while experiencing their shitty circumstances daily (because they do not identify with those shitty experiences).

◦ ive heard/experienced situations were we know its done yet we cried and felt like shit, and what we wanted still manifested into the 3d. bc anxiety is only a feeling. do not allow your feelings to take hold of your state, but if it does, its never the end of the world... just get back in the state. 3d shit/anxiety doesnt have to intervene with who you are being/what you identify with.

kisses, jani ☆

[kenntolog]

sukuna realizing your sad because a classmate was flirting with him and ur just all upset because you thought he dont want u anymore. IM SORR I NEED SOME FLUFF

𝝑𝝔 an: hope u enjoy thisssss!!! read more ab cool bf sukuna x loser reader here!!

you’ve been avoiding sukuna and he knows it.

it’s not that hard to see when you’re walking around with a sad face, getting to the lecture hall later than him so he doesn’t find a way to sit by your side, not answering his messages properly, not going to his practice games with lame excuses. and honestly, sukuna is kind of hurt because you refuse to acknowledge that he cares and tell him what is bothering you.

but sukuna isn’t dumb. and it was fairly easy to realise that you were upset with him because you were jealous of yorozu from his group literally throwing herself at him at every chance she got. it wasn’t anything new since she has been bothering him from the first year of university, when they were introduced as classmates.

it seemed like yorozu’s sense of obsession with him got stronger with upcoming spring. she was not leaving his side in the hallways, trying to tag along with whatever he was doing even while he didn’t spare her a glance, she was calling him the nickname he only allowed you to use which pissed him off further and she clung to him like a vice, her grip not wavering even when her dumb friends called out to her.

and in these moments, while sukuna’s mind was filled with questions like ‘how to get away with murder’, your insecurities got the best of you, seeing how sukuna, though visibly annoyed, didn’t seem to push her away completely. so you stopped walking up to him in the hallways after classes to plant his favourite types of kisses on his cheeks and you avoided catching his eyes because it hurt.

yorozu is beautiful, her beauty is carnal and almost every guy in the university drools over her so it shouldn’t come off as a surprise that maybe… maybe you aren’t the best choice for sukuna?

it goes on like this for a couple of excruciating days; jin and yuuji don’t risk asking about why sukuna seemingly only busies himself with practice and why he dons a deep scowl. they suspect that it’s something related to you, but don’t interfere and sukuna is happy they don’t. his mind is constantly focused on trying to get to you and as much as he wants to go to your place and talk things out… he’s scared. and he gives you space, thinking that the situation won’t escalate further.

but it does, when he catches you in the empty hallway, trying to get to your class with the saddest expression he’s ever seen you have. sukuna calls out to you, speeding up his steps and you stop, something hopeful burning in your eyes as you wait for him patiently.

yet, of course, yorozu appears out of nowhere with her wide smile and catches up to him quickly. sukuna sees the hope in your eyes quickly switch to betrayal, your bottom lip trembling and eyes glistening with tears as you turn away and run towards the bathroom. something cracks inside of him. but this time he’s not going to let damned yorozu stop him.

he rips his arm away from her grip, stepping back instantly while she looks up at him as if nothing is happening, “piss off or i will get violent.”

“‘kunaa~ why you gotta be so rude?” she leans her head against his shoulder insistently, batting her eyelashes at him. his eyes only see red when he hears the nickname again and he decides that he’s gonna use a different method this time.

he slowly guides his hand up her arm, feeling her relax under his touch, and weaves his fingers through her hair gently before his grip tightens and he tugs her head back roughly.

finally her face displays something other than satisfaction and that ugly smirk, and he shakes her in his hold while his other hand covers her mouth to stop her from making any sounds.

“don’t ever fuckin’ call me that,” he leans closer to her face. “and if you come up to me anytime again i won’t stop at this.”

she whimpers and nods shakily, trying to pull away before he harshly lets go of her hair, causing her to fall down.

he runs to the bathroom quickly, entering without any care and looks under the cabins to see where you are, but you seem to have found another place to hide while he was busy with yorozu. sukuna runs around looking through empty classes until he finally finds you in the art class, sitting in the corner farthest from the door and sniffling quietly.

“baby?” you jolt in your spot and cover your face with your hands, hurriedly wiping away your tears. he approaches you slowly, his hands itching to touch you, but he understands that you might not want that. “you cryin’?”

“no?” you croak out, sobbing a little more and sukuna feels like getting punched in the face repeatedly. you finally look at him, and sukuna steps closer to stand between your legs.

“‘m sorry.”

“you don’t have to apologise, y’know? ‘s okay if you like her.”

now, that’s crazy. “the fuck? i hate that bitch.”

you give him an unsure look and he sinks onto his knees before you, tugging your hands down from your face before he cups your jaw like he loves to do. you pout at him, still sniffling and trying to avoid his gaze, but he doesn’t let you, gently shaking your head to make you focus on him.

“look at me, baby.”

“‘m looking, ‘kuna.”

“no, do it properly.”

you take a few deep breaths, wiping your nose with your sleeve messily. and lock gazes with him. sukuna leans down, slotting his lips against yours, his free hand resting on top of your head. the weight of it is familiar to you, making you relax into him, your hands wrapping around his arm.

he pulls away, stroking your hair as he looks down at you with a gentle look in his eyes.

“i don’t want her. i only want you and i want you to engrave it into your thick skull or i will do it myself.”

you give him an unsure smile, eyes a little bit brighter now.

“i’m sorry for makin’ you feel like this.”

“i’m sorry for not talking to you about it.”

sukuna nods at you, hugging you close to his chest and kissing the top of your head lovingly, before he tightens his hold on you so much you start punching his back.

“but if you ever decide to run from me again i will kill you.”

“‘kuna, can’t breathe—”

[runaeveena]

Your dashboard if you were in a d&d fantasy world still involved in fictional erotica discourse part 2

⛰️ berenicesblade Follow

now that the new Mountain Angel volume has come out can we please tag spoilers, some of us are still waiting for our pigeon mail

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

you can access the volume in full on TomePlane!

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until TomePlane acknowledges that its interplanar storage is made possible by binding aboleths to the plane and killing them then we are going to continue not using that platform, thanks

🦚 faeynadaughter Follow

aboleths killed my cousin who was a royal cleric. ill never understand why theres a whole movement to protect abyssal creatures when theyve caused so much damage to our kingdoms. and disliking a pocket dimension which provides thousands of people access to books? your attitude reeks of anti literaturism and mal-aligned virtue signaling and im not sure which is worse

🫒 tenthday237 Follow

Aliizya gets pregnant on page 62

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okay but the way that faelor finch writes every song that perfectly fits pennbiel liiike its giving closet fangirl

🧭 waywardwarlock

seriouslyy!! like what else is "give me your unmarked hand / in the shadowfell we won't be a secret" supposed to be about if not pennipher and corabiel

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yall please dont fill up the unseen servant tag with your super fucking weird smut posts im just looking for tips on how to find my unseen servant

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the search function on tomeblr does need to be updated but we dont have to kinkshame :)

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the site is being overrun by virgin degenerates

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sounds like you need Wilam the Wizard with Wandering Hands to help you summon the unseen stick in your ass

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so whose going to be the first to commission a painting of that scene with Aliizya and the beholder 👀

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i already asked my local artisan he said he's gotten two other commissions for the same scene lmao

🐁 softbarbarian

girl i commissioned a tapestry

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friendly reminder that devil deals are a real thing that a lot of people fall victim too and that demons are malicious and do destroy peoples lives if theyre not careful so please be careful when consuming works like Hellionfinity which romanticizes devil deals and fiendish soul contracts

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imo any work of fiction that involves a romance between any type of fiend is not just problematic but harmful

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i used to be indifferent to books that had devil romance interests because like thats their whole thing theyre seducing people to get their souls and the mc overcomes it, but reading through the replies i see that Hellionfinity actually ends with the devil character as the main romantic lead which is super problematic in terms of power imbalance and the fact that he has a redemption arc is so out of touch especially since our military is finally recovering from the azgurian assault

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helliofinity also has a scene where the main character uses a soul coin that an imprisoned mortal gave him and he uses it to bring the devil out of avernus so he doesnt fully die and no one in the book mentions it or talks about how messed up it is to use soul coins and we never see the now bound to hell prisoner ever again

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hellionfinity officially cancelled on my end!

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moment of silence for all the customers waiting on drink orders while the tavern wench gets her back blown out by a new guy every night ✊😔

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the gods work hard but Girthy Gladys gets worked harder

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🎲 beholdersbeholdingme

paladin and warlock romances are OUT! cleric and necromancer romances are IN!

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the only thing a cleric should do to a necromancer is beat him to death so she can revive him and kill him again

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i think we need to analyze why we're so quick to place women in categories of devious seductress or healer in romance novels as if that hasnt been the pervasive trope that holds magic-touched women back in our actual society

🍯 treebarkhookhandwagondoor

why do you assume these fictional tropes are mf couples only? can a gay cleric not beat his gay necromancer boyfriend to death?

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and off! beat him off cmon guys

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yall ever be talking or whatnot and feel like no one understands you

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🌠 crownofstars

remember when that person made a call out post for the author of ilairepeler for using a ghost writer and it turned out the author was an actual ghost. writing. like a literal ghost writer. like.

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arent you the dwarf that fucked a slaad

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how would you like to become a ghost so you can write more witty comments like this for eternity

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[emphistic]

"Buttface"

Things Reader Should Acknowledge: I THINK IVE FINALLY GOTTEN THE HANG OF TUMBLR (hip hip hooray!), i plan on having yuuji being sukuna's baby brother, however, yuuji hasnt been born yet

Prologue: Ever since Sukuna moved in next door, you two have grown closer. Like, impossibly close. One might even call you two "friends;" albeit Sukuna would always shut that idea down. But one thing Sukuna wouldn't shut down? — is that he loves to see you smile. And he would do anything to hear your laugh, over and over again.

A/N: this is in the same universe as "I'm Lactose Intolerant", and while the ages of sukuna and reader dont really matter here, i wrote this with the idea of sukuna being 14 years old and reader is 13 years old (feel free to change that to whatever you desire), brownie points to whoever recognizes the movie that sukuna and reader are watching

Please REFRAIN from REPOSTING MY WORK (REBLOGS ARE EXEMPTED FROM THIS RULE)

"This movie is stupid."

"You think everything is stupid, Stupid." You quip back, flicking Sukuna's forehead.

"Touché." He scoffs, and crosses his arms over his chest before leaning further back into the couch. You put your legs on his lap.

You grin to yourself, wondering if he really didn't notice that you called him by the name "Stupid". Then you think, he's probably just in a good mood, and go back to watching the comedy playing on the screen.

"I mean, how can it take you so long to figure out that someone who looks exactly like you is actually your long lost twin sister?" Sukuna moves his hand around to somehow make his point seem more valid.

"Besides, isn't this supposed to be a comedy? Where's the humor in this? This isn't funny, at all," Sukuna drones on — until you decide that you've finally had enough.

"This isn't funny? Well . . . it's not like you're funny, either." You stick your tongue out at Sukuna, in a teasing manner — to which he does the same.

"That's just what you think. I bet you didn't even know that all your friends come to me during break just to listen to me talk. In fact, most of the time, I'm not even trying to joke around, I'm just that naturally funny," Sukuna wore a smug look on his face.

"Sure, 'Kuna. They're just laughing because you have such a funny face. Sometimes I even get you mixed up with a chihuahua, you know."

"Oh really?" Sukuna glares at you, and gets closer to your face.

You copy him, "Yes — really."

At this point, the tips of your guys' noses were just centimeters away from touching. You could practically feel his warm breath on your face.

Woah.

Now you could hear your own breathing quicken.

Since when were Sukuna's eyes so red?

Your cheeks felt warm.

Why are his eyes so, so—?

"Buttface." Sukuna interrupts the silence.

You get pulled back to reality. "What did you just call me!?"

"What, you deaf now? I called you 'buttface,' Dumbass."

"Seriously, someone needs to control your vocabulary."

"Pft, I don't need any controlling."

You laughed, "Sure, Sukuna. Sure."

The movie ended, and the credits rolled. Sukuna grabbed the remote and turned the TV off, before getting off the couch.

"Want something to drink?" He peered over his shoulder at you, raising a brow.

"Ah, sure. Lemonade."

"Too bad, I ain't getting it for you," Sukuna stuffed his hands into the pockets of his sweats and walked off — to the kitchen, you assumed.

You grumbled, and threw a pillow at his back. It just bounced off, though, and you sighed.

He returned minutes later, with a glass of lemonade in his hand. Which was a clear sign he was trying to aggravate you, because he's expressed multiple times his strong detesting of the refreshing drink. (You completely disagree with him, by the way.)

"Dude, seriously?" You frowned.

"Totally serious. I mean, I couldn't resist. This glass of lemonade was just calling my name." He took a sip.

"It is so good."

Another sip.

"Shame you don't have a glass yourself."

And another sip.

You were practically ripping out your hair at this point. "C'mon, 'Kuna. If you won't get me a glass, can I just have a tiny sip of yours?" You entreated him with all your might.

Sukuna rubbed his chin with his thumb and index finger, pretending to think about his decision. Finally, he said, "What's with that name you keep calling me? And — what's the magic word?"

You huffed, "Please?"

He gestured for you to go on.

You clasped your hands together in a desperate, beggar-like manner. "Pretty please, Sukuna? Just a teensy weensy sip? For poor ol' me."

"Hmm, let me think. How about . . . no."

You gawked at the pink haired boy.

"WHAT."

"You heard me."

"Aghhh!" You jumped on Sukuna, trying to grab the glass of lemonade yourself. If he wasn't going to share, you just had to take matters into your own hands — literally.

Your attempts were fruitless, however; Sukuna just kept on raising the glass higher and higher above his head, to the point you couldn't even reach his wrist. Damn him and his stupid growth spurt.

His hand starts to shake as you try to climb him like a tree. Next thing you know, your wish is answered. You got your lemonade. Except, not in the way you had hoped. The lemonade was everywhere. On your clothes, Sukuna's clothes, the couch, everywhere.

"Oh shit." This time, you didn't correct Sukuna's obscene language.

The room became so silent that you would be able to hear a pin drop.

"Sukuna!" You whisper-shout. (You had no idea why you were whispering.)

"Don't look at me, this was your fault!" His hand still held the now empty glass.

"Me? This was all you," you retorted, jabbing a finger into the older boy's chest.

"Sureee, Y/N. Let's just forget about the fact that you were practically climbing my body."

You blushed.

"You could've just gotten your own cup of lemonade, but no, you just had to spill mine."

You scoffed, "Well, you could've shared, but you didn't — because your shellfish."

Sukuna looked at you funny, "Do you mean 'selfish'?"

"Same thing, you know I make mistakes with pronunciation."

He shrugged. Then, a great idea popped into your head.

"Your mess," you exclaim, before pushing off of Sukuna and darting away, only to be pulled back by your hood.

"Hey!" You shout, falling back onto Sukuna's chest.

"This is your mess. You caused this, remember?"

You groaned, turned around, and tackled Sukuna. You guys ended up rolling off the couch altogether. Pillows were thrown, and the lemonade spread onto the carpet.

"Let go of my foot, you big oaf!" You yelled, shoving at Sukuna's face.

"Not until you admit this was all your fault." He continued to wrestle with you on the ground.

"In. your. dreams."

You guys continued to fight, which made the mess even bigger. It felt like hours had passed. Hours where you still didn't get even a sip of lemonade. Then, you heard the sound of keys, and next thing you know; your parents walked in.

Your heartbeat hammered in your chest.

Your mom and dad took one good look at the two of you on the floor, and your mom said, "Knock it off, you two. And clean up the couch. I don't want my living room smelling like lemonade for the rest of the year." They walked into the kitchen.

You turned back to look at Sukuna, just to find him already staring at you. You guys continued to stare at each other before bursting out into laughter. Tears were basically streaming down the both of your guys' faces at this point.

Your mom yelled from the kitchen, "Ah, young love these days. So different from us — right, honey?" Your dad responded with a loud chuckle.

Looking down, you realized the position you were in. Sukuna lying on his back beneath you, while you were sitting on top of him. The expression on your face immediately soured.

You and Sukuna pulled away from each other in record timing, both of your expressions clearly, visibly flustered.

[cmoundiamante]

SOMETHING THAT I WANT ✦ S.JY

pairing flynn rider!jake x fem!reader

genre hc, high school!au, fluff.

warnings reader has really long hair, mommy issues, n i think that’s it lol.

a/n hello everyoneee. as i wanna post at least once a week, heres a little gift (; the release of miniskirt is being delayed because ive been studying lately, but dont forget that the taglist is still open to anyone who wants to be notified the day i post it.

wc +1,0k

Flynn-Rider!Jake who knows you from school, a classmate of yours who never came near you, but you felt his slanted eyes fixed like daggers in every class.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who tells his best friends about you, slowly acknowledging that he was attracted to you. Highlighting your eyes, your lovely lips and especially your immense long hair.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who comes to you for a school activity, that's your first interaction.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who as the days go by continues to keep in touch with you, greeting you when he saw you, talking to you from time to time and even changing his desk place, forcing his friend Sunghoon to sit with him behind your desk.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who notices your passion for art. Little by little you became friends, but he wanted to be more than that, so the way he thought he could get your heart by buying you things you liked. One day like any other, he showed up in front of you with a gift bag. "What’s this?" you asked, the bag he was holding in his hands moving closer to you. "Open it by yourself."

You grabbed the bag, discreetly touching Flynn-Rider!Jake's cold fingers, and pulled out what was inside. Without much surprise, it was square and wrapped in gift wrap. You raised an eyebrow and without much force tore the paper with your fingers, discovering what lay beneath what covered it. "Jake what the-?" "Do you like it?" Your eyes widened like saucers, causing Flynn-Rider!Jake’s eyes to sparkle. "It's Faber Castell, they are very expensive." You tried to refuse his gift, but he insisted anyway. You were so full of happiness, so full of joy, that you jumped out of your seat to hug him and kiss him on the cheek.

Rapunzel!Reader who comes home wishing her mother hadn't come home from work. You swap your school clothes for a more comfortable one and tie your long hair in a bun, lock yourself in your room and seek inspiration from your thoughts, while delicately opening the temperas that Jake had given you.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who the next day receives a very nice drawing made by you. It was a forest, decorated by a very tall tower and a large mountain with a waterfall behind it. The sky was decorated with clouds and night lanterns, all done in a contrast of purples and yellows. "I made it with the temperas you gave me."

Flynn-Rider!Jake who put the canvas on his bedside table, hoping one day to hang it on the walls of his room.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who invites you to the park to spend the day together. "What do you mean?" you asked, walking down the halls, barely brushing your hand against his. "A picnic, I saw on tiktok trend that people get together to draw, would you like to go?" you couldn't say no to that. "Of course."

Rapunzel!Reader who, as she prepares to leave, is questioned by her mother in every aspect of her life. You wished she were at work today. "Where are you going dressed like that?" asked your mother, looking at you with some disgust, "I'm going out with some friends." You knew the mess you could make if you told her you were dating a guy. She just rolled her eyes and didn't respond to you again, completely ignoring your presence. You weren't with her half the day, and when she showed up she despised you.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who could get you out of your bad thoughts, who could finally make you feel the way you should. You both painted all afternoon, talking about your lives, including your mother's relationship. At the end of the day, both of you kept each other's drawing.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who took you to collect flowers in the park, with a basket and holding hands.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who was becoming the guy you were falling in love with.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who watched tutorials on youtube to know how to make a braid. When you finally came back together, he used the same flowers you both had collected to embed in your braid.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who decides to move to your place in class, deciding to accompany you. Sunghoon was jealous but quite happy for his friend. "You look very happy, and so does she." he said, metaphorically congratulating him on the good work he was doing.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who was aware that you were falling in love with him, started to be more flirtatious and compliment you to make you nervous.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who invites you to take a boat ride. He begged his father to rent him a boat so you could both go see what you wanted most in this life, the night lights. Your eyes lit up as you watched the little fabric marshmallows go by, and even though Jake had come to see them, he could only keep his gaze on you.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who after so long, in a place as romantic as a night on a boat, gives you your first kiss.

Rapunzel!Reader who when she gets home, is terribly scolded by her mother. Wondering why you were coming home at this hour, telling you that you were a terrible daughter, that you were good for nothing, and that as long as you lived under her roof you would do whatever she told you. You understood her concern, but there was no need for verbal violence.

Rapunzel!Reader who finally decides to move on. One early morning, exhausted by your mother's attitudes, you cut your hair above your shoulders, having no problem leaving it uneven.

Rapunzel!Reader who calls her best friend… boyfriend… for help. Jake gave you a space in his house, also that same night you were given the opportunity to meet his parents, who gave you a warm welcome to their home.

Flynn-Rider!Jake who even though he saw your hair darkening from the haircut, there was something that shone brighter than that, and that was your gaze.

[raainberry]

Chill(y)

« silly series - 4 »

Sana x gn!reader

Fluff

synopsis - just a case of those insanely cold winter mornings except you have a cute gf to warm up with

wordcount - 801

T/W - one singular soft cuss word, also suggestive

A/N - IDK ABOUT YALL BUT ITS COLD AS BALLS OUTSIDE MY GOSH. every winter i’m appalled at the temperature drops in the morning, the only good thing this year is that i got inspired. i actually dont use Sana’s name btw so if you wanna imagine someone else, you’re free to do so it’s none of my business, ENJOY

Getting woken up by the mattress bouncing a couple times underneath you wasn’t something you expected the night before.

Confusion levels were high, and the sheets ruffling together behind you weren’t any help. You had to open your eyes and look over your shoulder to find answers.

You still didn’t really know what to expect, but seeing your girlfriend shivering as she adjusted the blanket around her own body nearly got it off yours.

“What are you doing?” You mumbled still half asleep.

“It’s so cold.” She complained as she continued to wrap her body in whatever way she could. “Like, actually freezing it’s insane.”

You chuckled, rubbing your eyes before turning on your back. “Did you turn the heater on?”

“No, do you want me to die?”

You rolled your eyes at her drama and began to sit up in order to do it yourself. Sure, there was a possibility she wasn’t exaggerating, but that’s one more reason to do it. The love of your life will not freeze to death on your watch.

“Where are you going?” She asked with her head peeking out of the covers.

“Going to turn the heater on.” You answered, throwing the covers off yourself before leaving a kiss on her forehead.

“Okay, well hurry. I don’t want to go retrieve your frozen body in the hallway… I’m not in the mood.”

You only laughed, promising her that it would only take a couple minutes—and it did take a couple minutes, but that was two minutes too long.

She was not exaggerating at all, even the wooden floors beneath your feet felt cold to the touch. You ended up having to sprint back to your bed the way she had done a moment ago.

The sight seemed to amuse her according to the giggles that left her lips and bounced off your bedroom walls. You couldn’t ignore them, nor how they warmed you up on their own on this cold morning.

The way she opened her arms up to invite you into her blanket cocoon made you sway. You gladly jumped into it with the biggest smile, letting her coddle you as you focused on actually warming yourself up.

“Don’t laugh, that was you five minutes ago.” You said, snuggling into her side.

“So what? You should have laughed then too.” She shrugged.

You ignored her words as an idea popped in your mind. It was a little mean, and you felt a little bad about it, but the eventual reward of hearing her laugh was enough to make you proceed.

So instead of answering her, you snuck your cold hand beneath her shirt. Your fingers only grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her shriek at the temperature shock.

“Y/n!” She whined, slapping your hand away as the annoyance in her voice turned into the melodious giggles you loved so much.

“What? You can do the same.”

“It’s not fair, my hands are warm now.”

“And I need to warm up. Sounds ideal to me.” You shrugged innocently. “Although, I would like it either way…”

“This behavior will only get you on the naughty list.” She warned, reminding you of how close the year-end festivities were.

“I wouldn’t mind not getting presents.” You shrugged again before adding, “That means you’re all I need by the way.”

“Am I weak or was that good?” She wondered, making you laugh.

“That was easily my worst work, I’m sorry baby, but you’re weak.”

“Your worst work, huh?” She repeated, and you nodded. “Well your fingers have been doing a great job…”

She finally acknowledged the random shapes you gently caressed all over her side, and your heart started racing as the near future she let on allowed various ideas to bloom in your mind.

“Maybe I’ll give you a chance to redeem yourself.” She whispered, making the moment that much more intimate.

You only smiled at her suggestion. As much as the ideas were enough for your blood to rise in temperature, it was just too damn cold.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t right now. There’s no way I’m getting out of this blanket.”

“You tease. Who said you’d have to get out of it?” She pointed out, leaving soft kisses along your jawline only for you to try and get away from them.

“Come on, Y/n, can you think of a better way to warm up?”

“Yes, by cuddling you like this and going back to sleep so I can ignore it” You argued, nuzzling your face further into her neck, where she couldn’t access any of your weaknesses.

You felt her breathe in before letting it out in a heavy sigh. “You’re lucky I like you.”

“I know, that’s what I tell myself everyday.”

[stwrkeys]

request : maybe rafe is y/n bodyguard and reader gets hurt or something maybe he has to save her ... but ends with him confessing his feelings toward y/n and soft smut 😵‍💫😛

i luv dis idea so bad

bodyguard!rafe x reader au

tw : sexual assault

not long after rafe had turned over a new leaf and moved out of the obx and into the city, he found himself in need of a job. with his luck, he’d been hired by a company CEO as his daughter’s personal bodyguard. at first he didn’t understand why a businessman’s daughter would need that much protection. but he soon learned that your father was a hugely successful and wealthy man, and you were a gorgeous, young woman. your father was a very well known man, making you an easy target to just about anyone who wanted to get their hands on you. after your apartment was broken into, your father thought it would be best to get you your own personal form of permanent protection.

rafe had been your bodyguard for almost a year and the two of you had become increasingly close with each other. he was the person you spent most of your time with, and he was more of a friend than a bodyguard. you two were close in age and had similar personalities. plus, he was always protecting you. plus, plus, he was very attractive. how could you not get close with him? previously, you hadn’t agreed with your dad about getting a bodyguard, acknowledging that some people are creeps but arguing that that’s just how the world is. but as you and rafe grew closer, you found yourself becoming grateful for the man and his services.

normally, a young, single woman as attractive as yourself would be the perfect person for creepy men to prey on. it didn’t help that you liked to go out often. but with rafe by your side at all times, none of them dared to even look your way. rafe towered over you, his tall and muscular figure threatening most of the men who thought about coming up to you. not that a fair share of them haven’t tried, only to freeze and walk away upon seeing the glower rafe was sending their way.

rafe had recommended a place to you and you decided to let him take you there for your usual saturday night out. you’re dancing with him in the nightclub, fifth drink of the night in your hand. you’re pretty sure rafe is sipping on a soda. he never drinks when he has to take you home. you on the other hand, are pretty drunk, and you don’t plan on stopping. you’re sweating from the close proximity of everyone. you’re enjoying yourself, swaying to the music without a care in the world when you feel a pair of large hands wrap around your waist. believing rafe’s still behind you, you dance onto the figure belonging to the hands. but when they move their way up your body to palm your breast, your head shoots back only to see the unknown man fall to the floor as rafe’s fist collides with his face. heads turn all around you at him hovering over the man’s body. he kneels down, grabs him by the collar, and lays another punch to his face. he looks at him with disgust, “did you never learn any respect, man?! you’re fucking disgusting.” shortly after, the security came and escorted the man out.

once you got in the car with rafe, you had sobered up enough to sense the tension between you two. he didn’t seem upset with you, but he seemed tense about the situation. you stay silent for most of the ride, contemplating whether or not you should talk to him. nearing your house, you decide to speak “thank you, rafe. you didn’t have to do that.” you speak softly. he taps his fingers on the wheel anxiously, "when i saw him touching you, something just took over me. i swear, i wanted to kill him." you dont know if you should feel scared or comforted by those words. "that's a little intense, don't you think?" you half-joke with him. he lets out a low chuckle and shakes his head. "no guy should be doing that to any girl, especially you," his eyes stay trained on the road. "especially me?" you cock your head, not quite understanding what he means. the tone in his voice displays his feelings slightly, but you need to hear it from him. "yeah, you're special, you know?" he answers with an obvious expression on his face, keeping his gaze forward. neither of you mentions it, but the demeanor of both of you changes. "special how?" he finally takes his eyes off of the road, turning and giving you a sly smirk, "come on, don't act clueless." you stare at him intensely, making sense of his words. he turns on your street and pulls into your driveway, stopping the car as he does so. he turns to you, the dome light making his features visible. making eye contact, he reaches over and places his hand on your knee. his tone is low and soft, "tell me you don't feel it too, and i'll stop right now." he slowly moves his hand higher up your leg, reaching your thigh. "rafe-" you mumble, not necessarily in protest. his hand inches higher. "just say the word and i'll stop." you pause, allowing his hand to move itself to your inner thigh, and your body gives into him. you all but jumped out of your seat, grabbing his face with both hands and pressing your lips against his in a heated, long-awaited kiss. he wastes no time in kissing you back, but you quickly pull away. "let's go inside," you suggest, catching your breath.

the two of you make your way inside and up the stairs of your house, hands and mouths never leaving each other. once you reach your bedroom, rafe sets you on the bed. you lay on your back as he straddles you, his knees on either side of you. he pulls his shirt over the back of his head and tosses it across the room. he helps you do the same with yours, discarding your bra with it and leaving you in only your skirt and panties. he leans down and kisses you again, then moves to press warm, sloppy kisses against your jaw and neck. he throws his head back with a groan as if you're the one touching him, and not the other way around. "fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted this. gonna treat you so good, just like you deserve." you turn your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck area. he moves his mouth down your body, leaving a trail of wet, dark love bites from your neck to your tummy, paying extra attention to your boobs. when he reaches your skirt, he slows his movements, purposefully taunting you. he knows he's only making you want him more. "rafe- quit being a tease," you plead needily, earning a haughty laugh from him. he sticks his finger in the waistband and drags it from left to right, teasing you further. before you can scold him for fucking with you, he pulls your skirt down, getting rid of it as well. you're absolutely soaked through your panties and rafe notices right away. "all this for me, huh? guess you really did want it as much as me." you can see his ego grow about ten sizes in that very moment, and while normally it would piss you off, it only turned you on more. he drags a finger up your clothed slit, eliciting a gasp from you. not wanting to wait any longer, he pulls your panties down, sending them to the pile of clothes in the corner of the room. he sticks his index finger inside of you and begins pumping slowly, adding another finger when he starts to pick up the pace. as if you're not already writhing under his touch, he presses his mouth to your clit. he french kisses it, making you squirm as his tongue goes to work on your pussy. instinctively, your hand moves to the back of his head, grabbing onto his overgrown buzzcut and pushing his head down and causing his nose to push up against your clit. with the intensified pleasure of him eating you out while his nose continuously brushes up against your nerve, you start to feel that familiar wave of pleasure coursing through your veins and moving along your body. a few more flicks of his tongue and you're done with. you moan out his name along with a string of curse words as you cum. rafe comes up for air with his face glistening, "i wish i could take a picture of this moment and keep it forever. you look so pretty falling apart for me." still catching your breath, you don't notice him pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking himself until he's hovering over you and you feel him lining up with your entrance. he slides it in between your folds like a credit card before pushing it inside of you. snapping back into reality, you grab his shoulders for support as he moves back and forth. the room is filled with the sounds of the bed creaking and skin against skin, mixed with the sweet sounds rafe brings out of you and his own grunts and soft moans. your body parts fit together like puzzle pieces, as if they were made for each other. he hits you in all the right spots like he's explored your body in every past life. "this pussy is even better than i imagined, and my standards weren't low at all." he shakes his head with a small laugh as he praises you, bringing two fingers to your clit to rub circles on it. you reach up to grab his head and smash his face against yours in another heated kiss. your bodies move in sync and soon you feel your second climax approaching. he gets you through it, still plunging into you as you ride out your high. once his thrusts start to get sloppy and his body jerks, he pulls out of you and holds his cock over you, allowing his cum to spill all over your naked body.

"im gonna paint you like a canvas, make you all mine."

[whumpshaped]

Has/will Helle gift Beck anything? How would beck respond? (Ideally other then pain or vampirism lmao)

masterlist

tw vampire whumper, invasion of privacy, dont worry tho its all silly

"Is this... for me?" Beck asked, unsure how to feel about the little box with a nice-looking bow on top. There was no fucking way Helle remembered his birthday– there was no way they even knew when it was.

"It is your birthday, is it not?" Their smile didn't waver, nor did their hand holding... his present, apparently. "You can just take it, you know. You do not have to make it awkward."

They were right. The sooner this odd situation was over, the better. "Thank you," he forced out as he took the box, careful not to touch Helle's hand along with it. "I'll... take a look later."

Helle hummed in acknowledgement, plopping down onto the sofa as if this really was all perfectly normal. "It is yours, do whatever you wish with it."

Beck placed the gift on top of the dresser, still puzzled as to why Helle didn't push for it to be opened right away. Was it really not a trap? Was it really just some ordinary trinket? "Okay, I know– I know you said I don't have to make it awkward–"

"But you cannot help yourself, can you?" He could hear the smile in their voice as they said it. "No, it is not a trick. No, it is not a bomb. No, it is not poison. Anything else you might worry your pretty little head about?"

"Well, um... n-no, that's, that's a pretty good list." He stayed standing, wringing his hands nervously. "Can't you tell me what it is? I'd feel a lot better if, if you just told me."

"No."

"But–"

"Be a good boy and stop trying to ruin your own surprise."

Beck bit his lip, trying to ignore the way it made him feel whenever Helle called him a good boy. Like some dog. He glanced at the present one last time, then went to sit down on the sofa as well. If they weren't telling, then they wouldn't get to see his reaction to whatever nefarious thing they'd managed to fit in a box so small. "Fine," he muttered, unbearably annoyed that Helle didn't even seem to care.

-

As soon as Beck left his bedroom the next morning, his eyes fell upon Helle's mystery box on the dresser. They weren't in the apartment anymore... and admittedly, he was deathly curious, just like the cat.

He picked it up cautiously, still expecting something murderous despite the vampire's reassurances. The ribbon wasn't coated in any suspicious powder or liquid, and the top of the box slid off without detonating anything, revealing a smaller, flatter box inside.

He took that one out as well, taking a deep breath before undoing the small clip on the side of it. Nothing dangerous happened; the only thing inside was a piece of paper, neatly folded in half. He was just about to get frustrated with Helle's stupid prank when he noticed the thing underneath.

"Holy shit," he whispered, staring at the gold coin in disbelief. It was the exact one he'd been looking at for ages, the one he'd been saving up for, the one he'd never told anyone about because it was so silly and expensive. He'd wanted it since the year it'd come out — some halloween special for the rich, with his favourite mariana fruit bats on either side of it.

Was this actually the real thing? Did Helle pay half a grand so he could have a little bat coin for his birthday?

He unfolded the note, still in a bit of a daze.

'I suppose we both got our little gifts — your browsing history was positively delightful.

Love,

Helle'

~

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[crystlizabeth]

Showers

Summary: When starting to settle down in Alexandria houses where given out also meaning hot water.

Parings: Daryl Dixon x Blackfem!reader

Warnings: fluff,suggestive(nothing to graphic)slight angst(barely), swearing. Short!

“You need to get that man of yours to bathe.” The sound of Carols voice making you look up.

You laughed lightly, it had been almost 4 days since you arrived at Alexandria everyone was starting settle into there own homes. Rick, Michonne, Carl, judith and Carol in one home, Abraham, Rosita, Eugene, Tara and Gabriel in another. While you, Daryl, Maggie and Glenn got two separate condos.

Everyone was cleaned up by now besides your boyfriend. To be honest you don’t think he had gotten any sleep while here maybe nap but never came to bed with you.

“Well if my boyfriend acted like he wanted me around him I would but he’s barely spoken a word to me.” You said, you weren’t mad but it bothered you how he seem to not want to talk to you.

Carol raised her eyebrow, “So he not even talking to you?”

You simply shook your head, “I’ll try talking to him though.” You said.

She nodded exiting the end condo you shared. You pushed yourself off the counter walking towards the door aswell. Daryl was hidding out in Aarons garage working on a bike. You knocked on the mans door his boyfriend opening it for you.

“Hi Y/n, here for Daryl I take it?” Eric asked letting you in.

“Yeah..” you spoke, he gave you a smile pointing at the door that led out to the garage. You quickly thanked him walking towards it taking a deep breath before going out.

When you did he didn’t look up just continued working picking at the parts. “Hey Dar’..” you said he looked up acknowledging you but didn’t say anything, he stoped waiting for you to say something.

“I haven’t really seen you, you-” before you could say anything he cut you off.

“I know, m’ sorry just been busy..” he spoke looking down at the bike.

You inhaled, busy? Right..

“Have you slept at all? Eaten?” You asked walking over next to him. His body still facing forward at the table with scattered parts.

He nodded, “Baby please look at me..” your words came out as a whisper. Your hand making its way up to his face covered with dirt and grim. His hair covered his face.

His eyes slowly meeting yours “Lets go home.. just you and me. Let me help you, because I promise you you’re not alone.”

His face leaned into your touch, he knew he was avoiding everyone, you. He hated avoiding you, he missed your touch how you held him, comforted him. But this wasn’t his home.

“Cant.” He spoke his hand touching yours.

“Daryl you cant hide out in this garage forever, even though I know Aaron and Eric enjoy your company.” You joked slightly.

“I need you right now D’, just as much as you need me.” You said your head falling on his shoulder. You missed his smell as bad as it was you where used to it, it was him. You had spent almost every moment with him, besides when you could stand him when first meeting at the farm. As soon and you both got to the prison something just kinda flipped.

All the runs you both went on together, the stupid arguing. The protectiveness both of you had for one another. You both were strong, equals even, yet in moments like these you both were weak. You’ve seen him cry just as mush as he’s seen you. You were separated from eachother for a while after the prison, but found each other in the end. You both always found a way back to one another.

He let out a sigh “fine..” his tone low and shaky.

You looked up at him. With that you both left, your hand in his. Entering the home you felt him tug on your arm pull your body to his. His strong arms wrapping around you holding you tight he didn’t say anything just held you. The two of you leaned against the door with him just holding you.

“Why dont you join me for a shower..” you spoke earning a groan from him.

You laughed looking up at him, “I know, I know but i think it would be nice then we get to sleep in no worries just us. Alone.” You voice whispered.

You meet his eyes through his hair, you felt his body push off the door you going with him. A laugh escaped your mouth as you ran up the stairs to the bathroom. You could hear him taking off his belt and shoes as he walked through the hallway entering the door way in just his pants, he sat his cloths on the outside of the bathroom. Looking up he watched you start to undress.

His eyes scanned over your body the scars you gained over the year the subtle bruises from your clumsiness. He walked up behind you unclipping your bra. His lips brushed against you bare shoulder pressing soft kisses.

The warm water ran on him the dirt sliding of his body, getting some soap in your hand you started running you hands through his hair. You nails scrubbed his scalp lightly pulling up the build up.

He let out a soft moan as you worked on the spot behind his ears, “That feel good baby?” You hummed amusingly.

He nodded lightly his eyes closed letting you wash his hair soon rinsing it out. You grabbed a rag that hung over the glass door of the shower. Putting soap on it handing it to the man, Daryl rolled his eye but start washing himself. The rag going over his body cleaning every part and crevices on him the water taking the dirt and soap off of him.

“Look at you all clean handsome.” You smiled running you hand through his hair pushing it out of his face.

“Mmhm, just for ya remember that.” He spoke.

“Mm just for me..”

He looked over you your wet curls lose from the water, your long eyelashes stuck together by the water. He was so in love with you every single part.

As you both got out he couldn’t keep his hand off you. “Dixon you gotta let me get dressed.”

“Why would i do that..?” He mumbled his face in you shoulder his hands creeping up to you cupping your boobs.

You let out a soft groan feeling his fingers mess with your nipples. “I hate keeping my hands to myself when your around, have you seen yourself.” His words muffled as he kissed your shoulders. Your body leaning back into his touch.

You both stood in front of the mirror as he touched you, you watch him as his hand slipped into the front of your underwear teasing you pulling it out quickly detaching himself slapping your ass as he walked out the bathroom door butt ass naked.

You grounded in irritation but found yourself quickly following him out into the bedroom connecting to it.

“Now your following me women.” He teased, pulling a clean pair of boxers on. A smirk on his face as he looked up at you.

“Im not, my clothes are in here to you know.” You spoke pulling on your panties grabbing a shirt pulling it over your head. Looking up you saw him watching you that amused grin still plastered on his face.

“Fuck off Dixon.” You sassed.

“Mon’ ? Tell me what you want..” his words quite teasing you just to piss you off a little.

You rolled your eyes a smile on your face, you only turned away from him. You could feel his presence behind you his bare back pressing against you, your ass resting against his groin.

“What I want… hmm, ya know im pretty tired actually.” You fake yawned turning around looking up at him.

He simply picked you up falling on the bed. His arms wrapped around you as you got comfortable on the bed.

You had him in your arms again no worries, for now at lest you cloud sleep peacefully with him in your arms. His head on your chest you nails scratching his back lightly, you felt him mess with your fingers his movements became slow as sleep came over him. His soft breaths signaling he was finally asleep. Now it was your turn.

This was short but i hope yall like it! Go ahead and request more if you want i have some ideas but would like to hear some of your ideas.

[kataraslove]

katara isn't sutble at all in her interest in aang i think zutaras have their blinders on if they can't see how much she was into him. its why i find that fandom so frusterating i've never seen a pairing that was so obvious and yet they act like it was one sided.. when katara was all into him since ep 1 to wanting to run off with him when he got banished. if that dont scream girl is gonna fall in love with main character i dont know what does.

in order to understand katara’s feelings for aang, you need to understand katara’s character at a fundamental level. unfortunately, many, many people in the fandom do not and refuse to understand. for an example, a common misconception is that katara crushed on jet because he was the tall, good-looking “bad boy” archetype. while she did have an instant infatuation for jet because he was tall and good-looking, he was also brave, charming, and heroic and a natural leader to her - all components that katara’s described about aang throughout the series.

“You’ve been training for this since the day we met. I've seen your progress. You're smart, brave, and strong enough.” Katara in Nightmares and Daydreams.

the depths of katara’s love for aang can be seen in the ways that she speaks about him:

“Aang is the bravest person I know!” (The Storm)

“Please don’t go, Aang. The world can’t afford to lose you to the Fire Nation. Neither can I.” (The Winter Solstice Part 2)

in the ways that she’s fiercely protective over him:

in the ways that she’s physically affectionate with him:

in the ways that she gets immensely happy when he acknowledges her power or calls her heroic:

in the ways that she cries when they’re apart:

and in the ways that she cries when they’re reunited:

or when he tells her how much she means to him:

I mean, after they get through a really emotionally charged moment, or overcome danger or death, just look at the way she looks at him. look at the way she hugs him.

only in the atla fandom will someone look you straight in the eye and say that character A kissing character B (after the characters literally had an implied cave kiss) on the cheek before they’re separated isn’t meant to be romantic, but rather maternal.

and okay, I’ll give them the benefit of the doubt: it’s true that katara’s feelings were intended to be “ambiguous” up until the climax so that we don’t get any canon verbal confirmation that she was in love with aang. i am critical of that. but nothing in the narrative suggests that katara ever viewed aang as a brother or worse, as a son. katara herself does not admit to that when aang brings it up in the ember island players episode, even when she had time to state that she did view him as a brother or, at the very least, did not see him as a love interest.

if you believe that the ambiguity of katara’s feelings for aang is far too much for you to ship them, that’s fine by me. but at the same time I’ve seen people say that katara had feelings for haru just from one blush. or feelings for zuko from their conversation wherein they bonded over their mother’s deaths in crossroads of destiny. if the hug at the end of the southern raiders can be read as romantic by these same people, why not the many hugs, cheek kisses, face touches, and emotional reactions katara feels towards aang? i do have to believe that the reason why it’s so hard to view these as romantic for people is because aang does not look the part of the stereotypical romantic lead, ie he’s bald, younger than katara, and shorter than her.

[fcknstar]

hi babe! yup i do actually! i just havent really thought of any ideas, so itd be a pleasure for me to work on your imagine request! but yes, if youd like, i can think of some soon! /// I'm glad you write dark stuff... could you write about harry being a stalker, obsessive, needy, possessive and jealous of the reader? (female reader)

hihi!! thank you for the request, the ending has mentions of bj and if you dont like it you can skip that! im not entirely sure if youll like this but here you go! i might do a redo to this, not entirely sure tho.

,, our own needs "

harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : when i got the request, i was quite excited. its abit challenging but it was fun to work on nonetheless! this is my very very first time writing smut btw!

warnings : possession/obsession/stalker-like-behaviour/needy/jealous harry osborn (thats a mouthful, literally) , MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! , oral sex (m receiving) , masturbation , slight peter parker x reader , lmk if i missed some.

**lowercase intended**

harry seemed like a normal ceo, one that looks strict with a constant expression on which was hardly ever readable. you, being his assistant hardly ever got to know harry. you were just carrying out your job and wanted to get it over quick. harry has 'thrown' himself onto you multiple times, but you were quick to dismiss it thinking that he was probably joking around wanting to keep things professional with him. 

what you didnt know was that harry liked you, a lot. probably too much that he knows every detail in your life, what you liked, what you hated, who dated you and so on. what didnt help was the his penthouse was opposite your apartment. he basically saw everything that happened as your apartment was a level lower from his.

" f-fuck, (y/n) " harrys hips buckled into his fist. he tried his hardest to contain his moans, but the images of you changing clouded his mind edged further into his climax. it wasnt his first time masturbating at the thought of you naked, on top of him and tearing him apart or pictures of you that he took without your acknowledgement. he knew hed be damned if you were to find out about his dirty little secrets. as much as he wants to destroy you, he cant help but find himself crumble under your touch. 

he didnt know whether it was his hormones changing or the way you knew how to get him weak on his knees. what really did it for him was when you came to work in those filthy black dress that hugged your figure perfectly. the way he had to hold himself back and learn self control before he could even rip your dress apart to fuck you deep and slow, show you who you belong to. but again, it was only his imagination of you that kept him going. as much as he wanted to keep things professional between you both, he couldnt help but imagine the drama and mess that could happen if you found him moaning your name while touching his needy self or worse, someone walking into the whimpering mess you are while harrys in you. 

while harry felt a knot deep in his stomach, he saw a cctv camera from his desk, you and someone walking towards the entrance of his office. cursing under his breathe, he had to quickly clean and zip himself up knowing how embarrassed he would be if you and someone foreign were to see him fucking his fist. he felt deeply uncomfortable not being able to release such pain and pleasure he was currently feeling. and there you walked in, with peter parker. right, he was deep in thought of you that he had forgotten his appointment with peter. 

" sir, peter parker. " you had missed the way his gaze faltered when you addressed him so highly. the way your voice intoxicated him that he knew he was about to cum on the spot. swallowing harshly and walking towards you and peter not realizing how wobbly he was, knocked down a vase of his desk. 

" m sorry, just abit clumsy right now " harry let out a breathy laugh when he saw you walking towards him with such concern in your eyes. 

" you okay? " again, it wasnt like he didnt get enough attention from everyone, but the way you showed such sweet concern towards him made him want more. when he saw you kneeling down to help clean the shattered glass, he felt his heart beat faster and vision beginning to blur out. 'so this is how she looks like..' he thought. 

but once you picked up a piece of glass, harry stopped you. insisting that he was able to call a cleaner up to clear the mess. nodding, you left the two boys alone. 

" bye peter " you gave a little wave towards peter. peters gaze softened, seemingly pleased that you acknowledged him. harry didnt like the way peters gaze followed you out of the door. for a man who got everything in his life, he seemed very jealous of peter. you had never seen peter in your life, and now you are all over peter? waving goodbye to him?

turning around to face harry, peter was quick to notice harrys hard look. 

" my assistant, shes very.. " as harry was about to compliment every part of you, wanting to make it clear that you are his and his only, peter cuts him off. 

" very beautiful. " harry merely let out a nod, feeling abit too tense. harry and peter had a long conversation about harrys new military body armor that he was going to work on. 

when peter walked out of the door after talking to harry, he bumped into you. 

" hi. " peter breathed out. he didnt know your name, remembering that you were only referred to as harrys assistant. the only reason why harry didnt want to mention your name was because he felt the need to protect such an angelic name, and wanted to be the only one to moan it while thinking about you. 

" hi peter. " you greeted back. it felt as if peter was in a trance when he didnt say anything. laughing quietly, you went around peter to get into harrys office. but before you could even get to it, peter stopped you. you felt your whole body tense up when you felt peters hand touch your stomach. you knew how attractive peter was upon meeting him, how slim and built he was. how gentle his hand touched you. looking up at him, you quirked an eyebrow. 

" your name? " 

" oh, (y/n). " peter voiced your name out repeatedly in his mind. when peter placed his hand down, you were about to walk past him when he stopped you again. 

" heres my number, i want to get to know you more. " it sounded more like a question than an actual statement. when he placed the crumpled paper with his number in your palm, he smiled when you didnt reject it. 

" will do. " you whispered, waving him goodbye.

walking into harrys office, you notice him drinking down a shot of alcohol. it was barely five and hes already drinking. 

when harry felt a presence behind him, he turned. 

" oh, its you " he didnt mean to come off as rude but the images of you and peter interacting outside his office infuriated him. he was always watching you. 

" uhm, yea its me? anyways, i was about to inform you that you have nothing else planned for the day. " you looked up from your tablet, making sure you got it right. harry caught on to your first sentence, he heard how hurt you were but it was probably just his imagination. 

nodding in acknowledgment he walked towards you. when he was close enough, he cant help but smell the cherry scent you had on. grabbing the tablet off your hand and placing it on the nearby desk, he let his hand fondle with your arms, rubbing it slowly. harrys love eyes for you had turned to something more than that and was jealousy-drunk despite drinking. harry needed a few shots to make the alcohol take effect, so he was moderately sober. 

he let his mind wild free and began holding you close to him and began swaying from side to side to the nonexistent music. being confused, you pulled away, your action angering harry. 

" sir, i don't think itd be- " 

" shh. all i need is you, so please " harry had barely rasped out. he didnt care about anything as his only focus was on you. 

" you can tell me to stop if you dont want it, okay? " harry began to hold you, resting his right arm on your head, playing with your hair, with his other hand on your waist, thumb gently rubbing circles.

and there you were, letting your guard down. you didn't realize how much you liked harry, to blinded in the duties of work. when he felt you lean into his touch, he couldnt help but smile, planting kisses on the crown of your head. 

harrys lips then moved towards your cheek, planting a peck. you didnt know what you wanted at the moment, too unsure about the consequences if you let this continue, but you were also dazed to care as the man you wanted dearly was finally giving you what you wanted. 

harry then held your face with his hands. your expression was unreadable. you could tell that harry was very hesitant to kiss you. i mean, harry did say that you could ask him to stop if you didn't want any of it, but he was still unsure. helping harry understand you better, your arms snacked around his neck making his arms move to your waist, smashing your lips onto his. the moment felt so unreal, it wasnt like his imagination, it was better. as much as he wanted to fight for dominance, he moaned into your mouth when you bit his bottom lip. allowing entrance quickly he leaned you against the desk, trying to stabilize you better. he let you take control quickly and it was so out of his character because one would think that he is very dominant, but with a single touch he was soon crumbling under your touch. he tried to deepen the kiss, as if you are the last thing on earth that can make him survive. as if you are the oxygen he needs. when he heard you moan when he placed his knee in between your legs, he swore he felt his whole body heat up. 

pulling away to catch your breath, harry leaned towards your neck, hands gripping your hair to grant him more excess to your neck. it was as if he was a vampire and dearly needed blood. the way he sucked your neck, leaving tender kisses and bruises on it, marking you immediately. you have slept with a few people, but they didn't feel like this. you felt like you were in heaven with the way harry touched you. you have neglected your feelings way too well to not realize the way your heart yearned for harry. pushing harry of off you confused him. why did you want to stop now? noticing an office chair near you, you pushed harry down. climbing onto his lap, you began attacking his neck.

" f-fuck (y/n) " placing his hand onto your waist to try and pull your body closer to his. he cant help remind himself of his own whereabouts, his office. part of him is slightly eager to find out what were to happen if you both gets found out, but part of him wants this moment to be uninterrupted. but he couldnt contain himself when you knew how to push him over the edge. he felt you grind against his growing erection, you played with him like you knew how to please him. climbing off his lap and kneeling down in front of him, harry tried to keep eye contact. your expression questioning him for consent and without a doubt he whimpered a 'please'

without wasting time, you unzip his pants which showed you off a better outline of his dick. pulling his pants down enough, you take his erection in your hand. 

" oh god, fuck " it felt even better than he imagined. his body shivered when your thumb glide over his tip, thats already sticky with precum. 

" please (y/n), fucking please " harry begged to be destroyed. 

" just one gentle touch and youre already a whimpering mess.. " you whispered to no one at all, but harry heard it and replied with another strangled moan. " i wonder howd you react if i put you in my mouth " you continued, he loved the way you teased him. pumping him slowly, you began placing soft kisses onto his tip. 

" fuck, better than i have imagined " he saw how dark you gaze became. 

" imagined? why imagine when you have the real thing in front of you? " harry felt his body go limp and the immense amount of pleasure was throwing him off the boat. with every hard and fast pump, he felt a familiar knot in his stomach that he felt earlier in the day. that was when you finally put his whole into your mouth. you couldnt lie to yourself, you were enjoying it. the guys that ever slept with you only wanted to dominate you and not vice versa. although you did enjoy it, this experience was new to you. hollowing your cheeks out and began sucking harshly, harry tried to contain himself and stop himself from cumming, which from his end was tough considering the way you toyed around with him. due to his loud moans, you stopped. pulling away, you saw needy harry was. harry felt lonely and empty without any contact with you. 

" shh, if you want me to continue, you have to be a good boy and shut it " 

" please i want you " untying his tie that he had on, you rolled it small enough to put into harry mouth. 

going back to your previous actions, you began sucking hard and pumping what your mouth couldn't take. that was when you felt harry grip onto your hair. you enjoyed it, the hair pulling. it did turn you on, making you moan against his dick. harry, feeling the vibrations of your moan on his dick, moaned loudly into his tie. feeling his dick twitch multiple times, you released. 

" cum for me sir. " was what did it for him. webs of cum began painting your mouth, and you didnt waste anytime tasting it. the sight of you on your knees, with his cum all over you made harry feel different. it was all real, he reminded himself. he finally had you, after seeing you go out on dates with multiple guys. 

[galaxyshine24-7]

I hope you dont me asking but what do you think the overblot crew think of MC in the Silver Bullet AU? Like what was their opinion of MC before they overblot and what are their opinions now after they overblot since i imagine MC still had a huge part on defeating their overblot self.

(Also after seeing a post about MC fighthing like Kafka, i feel like they would also wear something similar to Kafka’s outfit, the white shirt and coat galore)

Thank you for such a lovely ask.💖💖💖💖

I was super excited to write this. I hope this answers your question.

Overblot crew opinion of Silver Bullet MC

Riddle Rosehearts🌹

Before: Riddle at first didn't really notice the MC as anyone special. When he tried their homemade drinks he saw them as someone who did their job well. That is something Riddle can respect. He also is thankful that they patched up Ace when he hurt him. It's not something Riddle is proud of, but he doesn't voice it until later. He sees that MC takes care of Ace and Deuce so he tolerates them.

After: Riddle goes through many emotions after his overblot. He hurt many people including MC. He sees them as brave and strong, and he completely understands why his young members flock to MC whenever they need comfort. He invites MC to Heartslaybul parties and even asks them to join his gang. Even though MC turns the offer down he feels indebted to them and makes sure they have what they need.

Leona Kingscholar🦁

Before: Leona only saw MC as someone who made good drinks. Other than that he didn't pay them any mind. He knew Jack liked them, and that MC told off some of his members for being rude. He found it amusing, but nothing else.

After: His impression of MC takes a 180. MC isn't afraid of him and is able to hold their own in NRC. He looks at them in respect. MC holds him accountable for his actions but still understands his feelings. They want to see the best in him, and that touches the lion's heart a little. Not that he would ever admit it of course. He would be a frequent visitor to the bar liking to take his naps in the back, or in MC's apartment. He knows MC holds more secrets than they let on. He at least wants to be around to see them unfold.

Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Before: Once he learned MC makes great drinks. He asks them repeatedly to work for him. He acknowledges their talents and of course in classic Azul fashion wants to profit of it. He gets annoyed with the constant rejections, so he tries to dig up information about them. Only to come up with no leads. When he gets Ace and Deuce in his clutches he finds MC's weakness for those they care about. He thinks tricking them will be a walk in the park, in the end he believes it will be an arrangement that will benefit both parties.

After: He is flabbergasted, how can a magicless bartender out smart him at every turn?! They even uncovered his worst secret when he doesn't know a thing about them. MC even said that he looked adorable in his childhood photo, and encouraged them in his time of need. How is he supposed to take that? They even had the talents to convince Leona of all people to help them out. Its safe to say MC is on Azul's radar after that. He needs to know more about them, and tries to get them to join Octavinelle. He visits MC often to have a drink, but also learn their secrets.

Jamil Viper🐍

Before: He sees MC as someone insignificant only a useful tool for his plans. He respects their work ethic, but that is all. Another person that easily falls to Kalim's charms.

After: MC had the guts not only to tell him off but also to give him a good punch to the face. (He deserved a punch at the end of his overblot.) MC tells him upfront about how he was wrong in targeting Kalim in his act of revenge, but also tells him ways to break out of this cycle of servant and master. MC sees how great Jamil is and encourages him to do the best he can no matter what. In a way he is thankful MC was there to help, and MC even tries to help mend him and Kalim's relationship.

Vil Schoenheit👑

Before: Vil saw MC has another dirty potato and a bad influence on Epel. Vil scolds MC's appearance often, and much to his annoyance MC scolds him right back. It takes them awhile to try their drinks, and he nitpicks their process the whole time on the other side of the counter. The end result pleases Vil greatly, but he wouldn't tell MC that. MC holds their stances when it comes to beauty and actually gives Vil a intelligent conversation, that he hasn't had in a while.

After: MC tells Vil that he is truly beautiful after his overblot. Only when Vil learns his lesson and doesn't treat his passion as an obsession. It is then when Vil realizes how grateful he is to MC for always sharing their opinion with him, and protecting Epel along the way. MC never held Vil to some impossible standard and didn't see him as a villain. From there he learns him and MC have a a lot in common with their love for the arts and seeing others talents. He lessens his nitpicks and even asks MC to model with him from time to time. After a hard day at work he goes to the bar to relax and share a nice chat.

Idia Shroud🎮

Before: Idia didn't see the appeal of MC and why everyone was freaking out about them. He hated crowded places so bars where out of the question. He then tried to get some information on MC, but much like Azul came up blank. He hears a lot about them from Ortho and catches that MC likes games. It peaks his interest, but not enough to approach them. Its only when he finds something about MC's cat that causes him to act.

After: MC risks their life for someone they love, and he starts to understand why everyone hangs around them. They are kind and gentle with him even after he did so much damage. Once MC learns about his past Yuu opens up to him letting Idia know he is not alone, that his life doesn't need to be lonely. He comes to MC's bar whenever he's out, and sits in a private booth to play with Grim and tell MC about the latest games and anime.

Malleus Draconia🐉

Before: Malleus is amused by Yuu, he basically broke into the bar one stormy night and all MC did was tell them to clean up after himself. MC had no idea who they ordered around, and MC didn't care. Malleus becomes MC's best friend after that, even though MC is not fully aware of that. MC treats them like everyone else, and he finds their presence relaxing. He visits the bar only after closing until it becomes a pattern. MC makes sure to make him a drink as they talk the night away. Malleus also takes walks with MC through the abandoned Night Raven college to admire the gargoyles still in tact.

After: Malleus learns about MC's story and their care for those around them. MC knows of Malleus's shortcomings, but still views him as a friend. Malleus will forever be thankful to have someone like MC in his life and would be in their debt. He would want MC to be at his side, and would ask them to be apart of Diasomnia. MC refuses, and Malleus understands. MC helps him change his outlook on life and seeks to be true with his feelings with those around him.

(Thank you for reading. I hoped this answers your question.)

(Also MC would totally wear clothes like Kafka, but only when they have high end catering jobs. MC usually dresses on the more comfortable side in everyday life.)

[tatakaetime07]

Hey! Could you please do an Eddie Munson X reader where Jason tries to hit on the reader and ask her on a date. She doesn’t want to and keeps saying that she has a boyfriend (Eddie) but he says “he’s not here now.” Maybe he gets annoyed and grabs your wrist or something but Eddie turns up and protects you from him. I love your writing sm btw!!! <3

༘✶｡˚ ੈ♡my girl e.m.

A/n:Ahh thank u sm reader its mean a lot!!😭♡

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Summary:When going into town the only person you expected to see was your boyfriend,but things didn't go to plan as a certain blonde wouldn't back off,just how would you be able to get out of this awkward situation?With the help of our dear metalhead

Warnings:Cursing,violence(?)

Word count-777

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“Have a nice day!”The ice cream employee chimed as she smiled sweetly towards you.You returned the gesture as you grabbed the cone she held out for you.

“You too.”

It had been a hot day for being not even halfway through the year.Your mother suggested that you should go out,of course that eventually turned into a demand as she forced you out of the house,however to have some fun you invited your boyfriend of two years,Eddie Munson,too join you.He said yes and that he would meet you at the ice cream stand,so that was why you were currently standing around.

Since it was super hot it wasn't suprising when you saw the captain of the basketball team,Jason Carver,sitting around with a few of his friends near the ice cream stand.However it was suprising when,instead of ignoring you like he usually did,he started to walk towards you.

You knew how much trouble he was,so like in any normal social interaction of yours,you started to walk the opposite way from Jason,trying your best not to make eye contact.

But when you felt a hand on your shoulder you immediately turned around,and was met with the sinister light eyes you had tried to avoid.

“(Y/n),right?”Jason asked innocently with a smug smile.’Did he really think you would just stop and chat like old friends?’

“Um,yea,yes that's me.”You looked down at your shoes and kept you gaze there,rubbing your neck with your free hand.

“Mm,”He hummed,maybe it was some sort of acknowledgment instead of an actual answer. “So when I just happened to see you,I thought maybe we should,I don't know maybe go out for a bite?”

The question in itself was harmless,but due to having a boyfriend and him geting too close for comfort you felt the need to thoroughly explain why that could never happen.

“Ah..thanks but no thanks.”You started,missing the way that stupid grin fell of his face as he started to clench his jaw.”I know this sounds cliche or something but my boyfriends coming soon,so..”

You took a few steps away from him unconsciously,not liking the way the tension grew immediately.At first he just stared at you,which to no ends freaked you out but you knew you needed to get out of there when he let out a crazed laugh.

“Well I dont see him anywhere,do you?”He said almost condescendingly,as he closed the gap you had created.

Knowing that he couldn't even be reasoned with you did a 180° and began walking away,keeping your head down as if it would make you smaller.

“Hey!You can't just walk away from me!”You were forced to stop as you felt a hand clasp onto your wrist.You glared up at Jason as you tried your best to get out of his metal grip.

“Let.Me.Go.”You stated slowly but it was ignored as Jason continued to try and make advances towards you.

“Now you listen here-,”Jason began,but stopped when you audibly gasped.Your freaking savior and boyfriend Eddie Munson stood between you and Jason,and you didn't even see the way Eddie was glaring daggers at the boy.

“Now why don't you listen?Your going to get the fuck off my girlfriend,and your never going to look,touch,or even think about her.Do you understand?"

It was obvious Jason hadn't thought you were telling the truth about waiting for someone,but of course he just threw away his pride away as he continued to be an idiot.

"Pfft-whatever she wasn't even that cute anyway."Jason laughed as he rolled his eyes,walking back to his little goons.

Although his words didn't effect you they certainly twisted Eddie the wrong way.You had to quite literally hold him back at Jason retreated with whatever he had left of his dignity.

When Eddie turned to you he was fuming.He also started to apologize about how he wished he had gotten there sooner.Although it was sad the only way Jason left you alone was because of another dude,you were grateful nonetheless.And that's what you told him.He had no reason to be sorry in fact he was the reason you hadn't snapped and punched the asshat in the face.

Later that day while cuddling with Eddie in his bed,you brought up how adorable it was that he had gotten so defensive.

He propped himself up on his elbow as he stared at you lovingly,peppering little kisses across your face as you teased him."Well how couldn't I be?He was messing with my girl."

You laughed at that moment but it didn't stop you from also feeling such an admiration for the boy in front of you.

"I love you Eds."

He kissed you on the forehead,"I love you too...also do you wanna make some chicken nuggets with me?"

"Hell yea."

[wolf-knights]

When Everything Changed

Pairing: Spencer Reid x m!reader (ftm)

A/N: Well this is the Spencer fic, this is quite short as I wrote this on my way to the doctors office (scary trip) and I hope you all enjoy it :)

mentions: strong language(?), gay pining (?), slight hinting at soulmate au. DO NOT READ IF UNCOMFORTABLE. FEM ALIGNED AND AGELESS BLOGS DONT INTERACT. If theres any warning i left out please let me know

-> do not repost, copy or translate my works nor post them anywhere else. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated.

You woke up today feeling weird but you pushed those feelings away wanting to enjoy your last couple of days before going back to work, you had taken a break from working for the BAU and had spent time working in your books, you had taken a break because of some unfortunate events in your life but you push those thoughts away and get out of bed to get ready for your day.

You get in your car and head to your local coffee shop to have some breakfast as you looked at your phone for the books you wanted to get at the library, after having breakfast you head to the library with a soft smile on your face, it had been a while since you were there. Saying hi to the librarian before heading to the section of books you wanted, you grabbed the two books you needed but the third one wasto high fo you to reach making you sigh and curse your genes. You put the books in your hand down before moving the stool that was at the end of the section and pulls it to where you wanted it and move to grab the book only for someone else's hand to touch yours.

You looks at the person and you feel a little sting on your forearm but you don't put much mind to it, you smile as both of you pull your hands away "The Persian Boy, do you have interest in such books" you ask trying to diffuse the tension as the both of you stared at each other. "I usually don't go for books like these but a colleague of mine recommended it, what about you?" you look at him "I'm quite a fan of such books, I recently finished a similar book to it" he hands you the book "here you can read it first" you bite your lip "um I was thinking of buying it" he realizes what you meant but you continue "I don't usually lend people books but, I can buy it and then I can lend it to you to read" he smiles and nods "that would be nice um-if you want y-you can give me your phone number and I can message you when I get done with it" he says as he hands his phone to you, dialing in your number you hand him the phone "y/n, that's a nice name" he says before letting you know his name "Spencer"...

[timeskip]

The day was finally here, the day you go back to work, were you nervous? Definitely. You had called hotch to let him know that you were ready to be back, it was a surprise to him. He agreed to let you come back and here you were parking your car, you get out of the car and head in going directly to hotch's office as you feel eyes on you. You knock on his door and here the come in "y/n how are you?" he gets up and shakes your hand "I'm good, um how have you been?" you ask to which is reply was the usual 'I'm good'.

Leading you to the round table room where everyone was, at once you caught the eye of someone-Spencer, you both hold eye contact for what felt like a hot minute "you both know each other" you hear derek say as he let's a small smirk slip "w-we met at the library" Spencer says to which Derek and Emily (who had previously introduced herself) let out a sound of acknowledgement "oh he is the library boy huh" Spencer's turns red before hotch stops the other two.

After the introduction as you set up your desk that was infront of derek, Spencer walks up to you with a book in his hand "um y-y/n I just wanted to apologize for earlier and also wanted to give you this" he hands you the book "it's okay and, thank you. ah I hope you liked the book" "I did it was quite interesting not the genre I usually go for but now I will" you flip through the book to see he had written on some pages which brings a small smile on your face "I'm sorry-" you cut him off "it's okay I think I would quite enjoy reading your views on somethings" he smiles at you before nodding "um i-i don't know if you would be willing to or not but I was thinking we could go for some coffee later on the weekend if you would like to that is" "we definitely can"

{your pov}

I was in my room reading the book he had given back to me, smiling like a teenager every time i saw his messy but heart-warming handwritten notes. The day was spent with Spencer showing me around the new places that were installed after I had left, I felt at peace with him being near me, I didn't know why I smiled every time he would be close to me, or why my eyes searched for his every time I entered a room. Could it be...no no I can't go through such pain not again, I shake my head as I put the book aside and lay down trying to keep my mind off a certain someone...

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I hope you all enjoy it and I hope you all are having a great day/night ❤️