#have I proofread this? yes. Will I find errors in it later? also yes

[bloodyhoon]

omg I've been waiting to send skz request 🙇🏻‍♀️ I'm an engene but CHRISTOPHER BANG is so hot so how about chris being your long time bff who you didn't have a relationship with but he is secretly in love with you for a long time and your boyfriend who was an ass cheats on you and breaks your heart and you go to stay with Chris for sometime to have his comfort and the loving gentleman he is he makes you feel so much better with little gifts and cuddles which ends up in you starting to want him sexually and who is he to say no to fucking you .. that's all ^_^ thanks

i'm an engene, but i'm also a stay so yes, this man is one of the hottest but kind and gentleman i could have ever seen, and he makes me feel so delulu like i want him to be my boyfriend🫠

pairing: bestfriend! bang chan x female! reader.

genre: angst, smut.

warnings: infidelity, breakup, mention of crying, protected sex, and idk. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors. I wrote this without editing or proofreading, I hope it's not that bad.

words: 1.8K

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all your friends had warned you; your boyfriend was a womanizer. but of course, you would never have imagined it while he continued to manipulate and deceive you with the nice words and romantic outings that you had, until he broke your heart by cheating on you with your cousin. so typical. years of relationship thrown away and you couldn't even kick him out of the apartment you shared because the bastard had made you abandon everything about yourself and move in with him, who was the owner of the place. so with a broken heart and your suitcase, you moved to your best friend who welcomed you with open arms. it really wasn't that easy, at first you just wanted to stay for a while until things "sorted out" but chan had told you that he would let you live with him as long as you wanted as long as you left your useless boyfriend. you weren't angry with him for that condition, in fact, you were grateful for it because you knew that the moment you decided to accept "taking some time" with your boyfriend, he would find a way to manipulate you into getting back with him at some point. so now there you were, single, depressed and with a broken heart, but in good company living with your best friend of a lifetime.

"how do you feel?"

that question made you come out of your own thoughts as you watched the leaves from the trees slowly fall through the window. you had been there for a couple of days, in your pajamas and with your mind distracted from everything, and chan couldn't do anything but accompany you so that you don't feel alone, so every time he had the opportunity to get close to you and be with you, took advantage of it to bring you gifts like candy or flowers, which he knew weren't much but your eyes recovered a little of that shine that he liked so much in you.

"i'm not okay, but I don't feel like I'm dying either. that's good, right?" you grimaced, trying to force a smile. he nodded and approached you, stroking your hair slowly.

"you'll see that soon it will stop hurting" were simple words but you felt quite comforted because he always had the right way of saying things to make you feel a little better. "And soon you will find someone who knows how to value you as you deserve." and he was talking about himself, because yes, your best friend was completely in love with you even before you started dating the damn guy who had dared to break your heart.

a few weeks later, you and chan were together on the couch watching a stupid romantic movie that had brought back many memories of your relationship and you had ended up crying uncontrollably in chan's embrace while he stroked your hair waiting for you to calm down. you were feeling stupid for crying after so much time, but you couldn't help it, you thought you were fine but it still hurt knowing that you had lost so much time and so much of yourself for an idiot who hurt you.

"i'm sorry" you just said between sobs and you felt him squeeze you tighter in his arms.

"why are you apologizing silly? It's okay to cry, you have to let it all out. anyway, I love having you in my arms" as he held you in his arms, you could feel how fast his heartbeat was and for some reason that made your heart match as a shiver ran down your spine after feeling his warm hands caressing your arms.

you tried with everything in you not to faint when chan came out of the bathroom with only a pair of sweatpants and no shirt and entered his room, where you were lying on his bed killing some time. it wasn't the first time you saw your friend without shirt, but for some reason lately it made you feel shy and intimidated and also, it awakened something that you thought was forbidden within you. he was your best friend, it didn't feel right to feel that he turned you on like that, but you couldn't blame yourself either, the guy was fucking hot, attractive and gentlemanly, everything a woman needed. he put the wet towel aside and fell on the bed next to you and only looked for the TV control when he noticed that you were focused on something else.

"y/n, pass me the controller that's on the nightstand next to you" you were so focused on your own thoughts looking at the screen of your phone, trying not to look at him and completely ignore his arm lightly brushing your body that was trying to surreptitiously get away from him, so you didn't listen to what he told you. chan rolled his eyes at you when you ignored him and leaned over you to reach for what he wanted himself.

"w-what are you doing?" your question came out with a gasp. that action took you by surprise, his heavy body positioning itself over yours and his face just a few centimeters from yours as he leaned further to reach the control.

"just taking what I asked for and you didn't give me" he moved the device in front of your face, but still staying in that position leaning over you. he looked at your blushing face and raised an eyebrow slightly. "what are you thinking? If you want something from me, you just have to ask" he winked at you playfully and let out a laugh. your heart beat rapidly and your thighs clenched involuntarily. he was so hot and attractive that every little action he did left you speechless. you couldn't waste that moment.

“i want you to-” you stopped when he stopped laughing and looked at you seriously, not expecting you to say anything.

“what do you want, y/n?” he asked. deep inside of him, desire began to grow when he was almost one hundred percent sure of what you were about to say just by seeing your eyes, but he needed to hear it come from your lips. “say it, y/n.”

"i want to fuck" those words came out of you almost rushed and chan wanted to jump for joy at finally hearing you say it, but he restrained himself and looked at you intently.

"want me to fuck you?" you nodded quickly. "are you sure?" he insisted.

"damn chan, I'm more than sure" you lifted your body and your face moved closer to his, almost touching his lips. "i have never been so sure in my life."

"great, because I've been waiting this for years" then he just crushed his lips against yours and kissed you with all the desire that he had been building up inside for so long.

he pushed your body against the bed and quickly removed your shirt revealing your body that was naked and covered by just your skimpy underwear. he looked at your body with lustful eyes, engraving your image in his mind for life and you blushed a little as you felt exposed, but not ashamed because you knew you could trust him and that he would never judge you.

"holy shit, you're so hot" his lips attacked yours again and you hugged his broad shoulders almost hanging on to him. he rested his hand on your abdomen for a few moments and then slowly went down until he slipped inside your underwear. you moaned into his mouth when his fingers touched your pussy and he noticed how wet you were. "you want this?"

"more than you can imagine, so please fuck me now" you asked desperately, removing your own underwear before he gave you an answer. chan let out a low laugh, lightly biting his lower lip and removed the clothes he was wearing.

"how could i say no if you're asking me like that?" after opening the drawer of the nightstand next to you, he took a condom and when he opened it and slid it on his cock calmly, you felt your nerves and the wetness between your legs increase.

"chan, please stop taking your time" you whined, pulling his body against yours as he positioned himself between your legs. he looked at you for a moment and laughing, kissed your forehead, then holding your body he pressed it to the headboard.

“it's okay, baby, don't exasperate” his cock lined up at your entrance and slid into you causing you both to moan at the same time, him holding you by the waist and you holding on to his shoulders as your knees bent upwards.

"come on chan, move" you asked, you were desperate for him to do something more than just be inside you. he nodded, removing your body from the headboard and pressed it to the mattress, he moved his hips taking a tortuous rhythm. you felt a little dizzy and your head fell against the pillow as your eyes closed. "damn, it feels good" you couldn't believe that this was happening, that your best friend of so many years was fucking you and you were enjoying it so much. that would never have crossed your mind.

"you like it?" his lips wrapped around your neck, sucking on that spot that made you moan and he continued penetrating you, this time harder and deeper making your head spin while you moved your hips against him matching his pace. you felt in agony as his lips were on you and his cock moved in and out of your pussy at an increasingly faster pace that at some point shook your body violently, your nails digging into his shoulders causing chan to moan and your lips desperately searching for his.

"chan, I'm going to cum- ah-" you moaned against his lips and he nodded quickly. everything was happening so fast but you didn't care because you knew it wouldn't be the only time.

"i was dying to fuck you" he moaned as he continued pushing against you and bringing his hand between both of your bodies, applying pressure to your clit to accelerate your orgasm. "but i was also dying to tell you that i like you and that i want you to stop crying over that damn idiot and be mine, that i will make you the happiest woman in the world."

"chan!" you whimpered as his fingers on your sensitive clit sped up to the point where you were about to cum hard. "i'm cumming!"

"do it, cum with me" his thrusts were harder and you reached orgasm at the same time, feeling your bodies relax and fall exhausted on the bed with your breathing accelerated. a small pause formed between you while you could only hear your breathing and feel the soft caresses of your hands on each other's bodies. "i really like you a lot, y/n, i always liked you and i'm sorry for telling you this and now, but I'm really glad that you broke up with that bastard and are living here with me" his chest went up and down as he recovered from his orgasm. your head was still in the clouds, you knew that his words had a strong weight that you would later have to process, but for now you just let out a laugh that he found reassuring and he hugged you around the waist, getting up from the bed and taking you to the bathroom to take a shower again but this time with you.

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[un-local]

"Heretical Practitioners"

Also of note, there's another hat outside of Rogier and Alberich's that mentions heresy in its decription.

Ranni's.

Snow Witch Hat Witch's pointed hat, frigid and frozen through. Of a style associated with practitioners of heretical sorcery. Strengthens cold sorcery. Once worn by the snowy crone who the young Ranni encountered deep in the woods. She was a witch, and well versed in cold sorceries. It is said that the doll that houses Ranni's soul was modeled after her. That old witch was Ranni's secret mentor.

Now, I do think "cold and heretical" can be pretty easily tied to the Mountaintops of the Giants. The Bloodthorn family comes to mind, but I'm not entirely sure that's what's being referenced.

Of possible interest here is the Sword of Night and Flame. From it, it sounds likely that other kinds of magic predate Bloodthorn/Abberant magic on the mountaintops:

Sword of Night and Flame: Storied sword and treasure of Caria Manor. One of the legendary armaments. Astrologers, who preceded the sorcerers, established themselves in mountaintops that nearly touched the sky, and considered the Fire Giants their neighbors.

Sorcerers of some kind have long-held ties there, and I'd presume that Ranni's mentor was one of these sorcerers who lived near the Fire Giants. (Or was otherwise a descendant of those sorcerers, since all we know is that Ranni found her in an unspecified forest.)

(Although... the sword mentions those who precede the Astrologers. Alberich's staff, which improves thorn sorcery, mentions those blinded by thorns finding the "blood star...")

(I don't know. Maybe this thorn sorcery mentor theory has something to stand on. Unsure. Anyway.)

Idk what my point here is, other than that I like that Rogier is linked to both Alberich and Ranni implictly via descriptions of their respective hats.

Alberich's Pointed Hat Mad Tongue Alberich's pointed hat, a sign of a heretical practitioner. Set with red glintstones said to be formed by the blood of sacrifices. Strengthens thorn sorcery.  Alberiches was an aloof yet disturbed heretical sorcerer said to have been driven mad by jeering tongues during his service to the Roundtable Hold long ago. 

Spellblade's Pointed Hat Glintstone sorcerer Rogier's traveling attire, graced with an intricate, aristocratic decoration. Strengthens glintstone sorcery skills. Rogier spent his entire life behaving with utter detachment. No one noticed the anger, grief, regret, or fear that existed along with it.

Alberich and Rogier had a lot of obvious similarities, which I've haphazardly outlined in the past, but Rogier and Ranni...

Godwyn's killer, and the one who would seek to save him. Both seek to better the world, in different ways. Consider Rogier's lines about Glintstone sorcery:

They were conceived at the great Academy of Raya Lucaria, to the north of this castle. In the past, they obeyed laws which contravened the Golden Order, or so I'm told. Fascinating, isn't it? That the Golden Order was pliable enough to absorb practices that contradicted itself in the past. With the Order broken, twisted, and in need of repair, such adaptability is more important now than ever.

His sounds more partial to the idea of salvaging the current order. Trying to “fix” the flaw in the Order created by Ranni’s plot.

I don't know. it's all fascinating to me. How The Lands Between treats people, how they seek to change it in turn.

Alberich served the Hold in some capacity, was ridiculed by its members, and so he turned on them.

Rogier lost the guidance of grace, but still seemed to be more favorable to the idea of sustaining the Order—of changing its form and using it's power to fix things.

Ranni was set to become a god, but she sought to rid the world of the whole thing in pursuit of something better.

Individual Revenge/Retribution (Alberich) vs. Structural Change (Rogier) vs Complete Redefinement (Ranni).

Anyway. No big closer on this one. Just a little thing I thought was cool.

[sister-lucifer]

The Demon Brothers + Punishment (Part 1)

PART TWO HERE

Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan x Gender Neutral Reader (separately)

Genre: NSFW Headcanons

Summary: How and why the older brothers would go about punishing you 

Content/Warnings: dom/sub dynamic with sub reader, spanking, toys, degradation, fingering, overstim, y’know the usual punishment stuff 

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Not fully proofread! Let me know if you see any errors

Lucifer 

He low key takes it too seriously 

Very stern but gentle 

(Unless he’s particularly angry of course) 

“You know why I’m punishing you, yes? I need you to learn from your mistakes, my love, that’s what good little pets do.” 

The severity of the punishment depends on the offense you committed 

Something small will likely result in him making you cum on his fingers after you’ve apologized profusely 

Then he’ll treat you to his cock 

But when you mess up big time 

Ooooh boooy 

That sadism really comes out 

Collars, leashes, handcuffs, you name it he’ll use it 

He needs to be in a particular mood for his sadism to come out, but when it does it’s all or nothing 

He’ll either be kissing your forehead gently or pushing you down with a foot on your chest while he toys with the remote of a vibrator 

No in between 

He’s actually not super into spanking. Although he’s not opposed to it, it’s not his go-to 

He finds there are plenty of other, more humiliating ways to teach you a lesson 

And he intends to show you all of them 

“Now, now, no whining. You did this to yourself, my dear. Take your punishment now, or else you’ll only make your situation even more dire.”

Mammon 

As much as Mammon likes to play rough with you, rarely ever will he actually punish you 

He prefers to be playful, if a bit mean spirited at times 

You’ll often have a couple of bruises or bites, but that’s to be expected; usually nothing more 

So, what exactly merits a punishment from Mammon? 

Well, the first option is to ask for it

He’ll happily oblige, but he’ll start slow in the beginning and ask you if you’re okay at least four times before he actually gets going 

The other option is to make him jealous 

If he sees you getting a little too friendly with another demon he’s sure to lose it 

Drag it out for as long as you can 

That’ll make him even angrier 

Double points if you act oblivious about it later 

The second you’re home alone he’s bending you over his lap and spanking you until itll hurt to sit down for the next two days 

And he’ll make you apologize after each one 

When he decides he’s had enough with that he’ll move on to roughly shoving his fingers in you 

He’s going much too fast, but he doesn’t care 

You deserve it for pissing him off like that 

And he’ll talk down to you the entire time, making sure you’ve been thoroughly humiliated 

“This is what little sluts like you get for acting out! Maybe next time you think of pulling a stunt like that you’ll remember how this feels.”

Leviathan 

Oh this sweet baby loves you far too much to hurt you! 

Punishments are so incredibly rare with Levi 

You could ask, yes, but he’ll be so nervous there’s only a half chance he’ll actually go through with it 

“O-Oh my stars, are you ok?! I-I know, I know I haven’t actually done anything yet, but…gah! I’m just so worried about you!” 

Sweet boy 

That means your only option is to earn your punishment 

The best way to do that is to get him on a day when he’s already mad about something 

Maybe Mammon stole one of his figurines to sell, or maybe he’s frustrated about a certain level of a game 

That’s the best time to misbehave 

Leviathan is rather possessive, even more so that Mammon, so the same tactics would work on him tenfold 

Leviathan usually isn’t very active in his punishments 

Instead he’ll tie you up on his bed and leave you squirming with at least three vibrators assaulting your sex 

He’ll have the remotes with him at all times, but after a while of playing with them he’ll just leave them on the maximum speed while he ignores you to game 

And he can get very, very invested in his games 

You might be there for thirty minutes, maybe three hours 

Depends on how he feels and how invested he gets 

One things for sure, he’s not done with you until you’re practically thrashing against your restraints as you desperately try to quell the overstimulation 

“You sound pathetic, whining like that…this is what happens when you underestimate me, human! This is all your fault…”

[circle-with-me]

You're Shooting Stars From The Barrel Of Your Eyes

A/N: Surprise! She wrote something. I literally word-vomited this out so quickly it's insane SO that means it's not proofread at all. If it sucks or if it's got a lot of errors then I apologize feel free to yell at me in my asks. I've wanted to write something for Will for a HOT second but haven't yet. So yeah.. here's.. this fucking thing :)

Pairing: Will Ramos x Female Reader

Content Warning: Handjob, accidental voyeurism, Will Ramos in sweatpants gets its own warning, if I missed anything please let me know.

Will Taglist: @concretenoah, @deathblacksmoke, @ovhellfire, (if anyone is interested in Will Ramos stuff please let me know. I plan to write more in the future)

“I swear to god if you don’t hurry up and pick a movie I’m going to slap the fuck out of you.” 

“Why do I have to do it?!” Austin pouts as he plops down into the large bean bag chair. 

“Because,” Moke starts. “I chose last time. Adam chose the time before that. We have a system. It’s your turn motherfucker now PICK!”

Adam and Andrew snicker as Moke and Austin argue over movie choices. Will rolls his eyes and walks into the kitchen to check on you. 

“Everything alright in there?” You ask amused. Will snorts. “Yeah, they’re just being dramatic again about the movie we’re going to watch.” He wraps his arms around your waist and rests his chin on your shoulder as you empty the popcorn bags into separate bowls. You laugh loudly and turn to look at him. His brown eyes look at you confused. “What’s funny?”

This time you snort. “Like you weren’t practically throwing a tantrum when they didn’t want to watch The Goonies when it was your turn last time.” Will lets go of you and takes a few steps back. “Y/n, you know the Goonies is my favorite movie.”

“Yes, darling. You also make us watch it every movie night without fail. You’ve got to pick something else.” 

“I can’t help it, baby. It’s a classic.” Will grins at you and pecks your cheek. You laugh and roll your eyes, shoving a couple of bowls in his hands “Make yourself useful for once.” He kisses your cheek again and walks into the living room. Your gaze drops to admire his ass in his sweatpants. Your cheeks begin to heat up but you ignore it since you have guests over.

Walking into the living room everyone is settling into their seats as you pass out the two remaining popcorn bowls. Austin finally makes his selection and turns on the movie.

“The Parent Trap, Austin. Seriously?” Will asks, laughing. 

“Fuck off, dude. You’re just pissed because Lindsey Lohan is cooler than you.”

You sit down and lean into Will. He pulls the blanket from the couch to drape around the two of you. He wraps his arms around you, gives you a tight squeeze and kisses your forehead. You snuggle into each other as the movie starts.

About halfway through you become bored. You’ve seen this movie a million times and you’ve become restless. Everyone else seems to be enjoying it but all you’ve been able to think about is Will in those damn sweatpants all night. You normally wouldn’t take the risk with all of his friends being in the room but you’re feeling especially bold this evening. 

You place your hand on his thigh and feel him tense immediately. “Baby.” He whispers in your ear, a warning. He knows where this is headed. You smile to yourself and lean into him further, moving your head to place soft kisses on his neck. His grip on your waist tightens and he kisses the top of your head to stifle a groan. You slowly move your hand up his thigh and his free hand grabs your wrist as his eyes scan the room. Satisfied that everyone’s attention is thoroughly fixed on the screen he releases your wrist and relaxes. 

Your hand finds his cock already half-hard and he hisses quietly as you palm him through his sweats. He keeps his face buried in your hair to hide the soft moans and curses leaving his mouth. You nibble at a sensitive spot on his neck and he squeezes your hip so hard you know it’ll bruise later. He slowly rocks his hips into your touch, careful not to gain too much attention. His shuddered breaths and quiet “oh fucks” are telling you he’s doing everything he can to hold back. You move your lips to his jaw and slow your movements on his cock. He lets out a sharp breath and pushes into your hand. 

“Baby..” he pants. “Baby, please.”

The moment you hear those words you give in. Your plan was just to tease him. Get him drunk off your touch and make him drag you down the hall and fuck you until you were screaming and spasming around his cock regardless of who was in the next room. He’s usually the one making you beg for him but the desperation in his voice was too delicious to ignore. You dip your fingers in the waistband of his shorts and he whines. “Gotta be quiet baby” you whisper and bite the shell of his ear. He nods but his grip on you becomes brutal. You pull his cock out and his breath hitches as you spread the pre-cum leaking from his tip. 

“You’ve made a mess baby. Is this all for me?” 

He writhes and bucks his hips into your hand. He tries to lay his head back against the couch but you use your free hand to pull his face back to you. 

“They’re going to notice if you do that. Eyes on me baby.”

He nods, doing as he’s told. You stroke him slowly and his eyes flutter closed as he places his forehead against yours. You watch him as you continue pumping him. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him if you tried. His eyebrows furrowed together and his mouth slightly agape. He was beginning to sweat and the smell of his cologne and musk mixed together with the rush of getting caught was making you dizzy. You mentally curse yourself for starting this with your friends in the room. The pants and noises coming from Will had you completely soaked. You squeeze your thighs together hoping for relief that never came. It took all of your strength not to throw the damned blanket off of the two of you and ride him on the couch in front of everyone. 

“No. Be patient. We have all night to do that.” You think to yourself. 

Will’s hips stutter in your hand. His breaths become more erratic and you know he’s close. You pump his cock faster and his eyes fly open and stare into yours. You’re always surprised just how much darker his brown eyes get when he’s desperate for you like this.  

“Gonna-fuck… gonna come baby” he whispers as he attaches his mouth to yours. The kiss is open mouthed, both of you panting into each other. He wraps his other arm around you and holds you like you’re the only thing that’s keeping him from falling through the earth. “Fuck, I… y/n please” 

“Come on baby, cum for me.” 

He groans into your mouth and you feel hot ropes of cum shoot up and run over down your hand. You stroke him through his orgasm until he’s grabbing at your wrist to stop. He smiles against your lips and kisses you. He takes the underside of his shirt and wipes your hand off and tucks himself back into his sweatpants. You wrap your arms around his waist and he pulls you closer.  

“Thank you baby” He whispers and you giggle.

The room is quiet for a moment with the exception of the movie. Suddenly you hear a snicker from across the room.

“Baby please!” Moke moans mockingly.

“Oh my god, y/n! I’m gonna cum!” Adam joins.

“Jesus fucking christ you guys. Go do that in your room next time. That was disgusting.” Andrew pipes in. 

“Oh my god.” Your face turns bright red and you bury your face in Will’s chest. Suddenly, Will whisks you up in his arms and stands up in front of the guys.

“That sounds like a great idea, actually.” He walks out of the living room.  

“You assholes should probably leave. I’m gonna go take care of my girl.” He calls out, making his way down the hallway. You giggling in his arms the whole way.

[yanderes-galore]

Hey, man. What's up. I have a question. Can you do a Yandere Alphabet for Rainbow Dash?

As always, I can try, sure! Sorry for the long wait :) Not fully proofread, may have errors. I wasn't sure how to make her an intense yandere. Most MLP characters have that issue for obvious reasons.

Yandere! Rainbow Dash Concept

Yandere Alphabet - Rainbow Dash

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Isolation, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Clingy behavior, Minor violence, Tame yandere, Forced companionship/relationship.

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

I feel Rainbow Dash can be intense at times since she's demanding. She's clingy and seems very needy with her obsession. She's a big one for attention.

She'd be very affectionate with you just to keep your attention on her.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

She's isn't really the type to get too messy. She can be intimidating and maybe even threatening... but she tries to limit harm against ponies.

Unless she has to.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

Rainbow Dash would not abduct her darling. Socially isolate them? Sure, but not abduction. She wouldn't mock you. Either way, she'd try to take good care of you.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

She tries not to unless you ignore her.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

Rainbow Dash can probably be vulnerable and mostly easy to read. She tries to be (mostly) honest with you and tells you how she's feeling.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Upset for the most part. Yet I feel Rainbow may also respond to it in a playful manner at times.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

No and she doesn't entirely enjoy it... although with her speed she shouldn't be worried.

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Rainbow Dash is primarily demanding, needy, and clingy. There isn't any big bad experiences with her. So maybe I'd say seeing her threaten others or actually get in a fight with other ponies over you.

She doesn't dream of hurting you.

I'd imagine it would be her impressing you and keeping you to herself. Any future where you're hers is the future she wants.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

Yes she does, easily too. Rainbow may try to cope at first... but she can get impatient. Sooner or later she'll start snapping at other ponies.

... or maybe something worse will happen.

Obsessive, Competitive, Jealous, Cold, Manipulative, Clingy, Possessive, Loyal.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Rainbow Dash no doubt met you through the Mane Six. That or maybe you're a friend of hers from Cloudsdale. Either way, Rainbow starts off as just friends with you.

Soon she begins to notice she's jealous of the other Mane Six around you. She isn't quite sure why... but she becomes overly dedicated to you. Being the Element of Loyalty makes her quite the persistent yandere.

As her obsession goes on the more she hangs out with you... the more she craves her attention.

You're all that's on her mind... she wants to be the same for you.

Not entirely... for the most part she's the same, just overly clingy and cold towards those around you.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

I don't think I can see her punishing you... she doesn't want to hurt you. Even if you try to leave her she may just... never leave your side or isolate you in your home for a bit. Again, that's rare for her if it even happens.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

She tries not to take any if she can.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Rainbow Dash is impatient most of the time.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

She wouldn't, I imagine Rainbow Dash would never be able to let you out of her heart. She'd no doubt cry about it, actually. She'd be devastated.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

If she even did it, yes. As for if she let you go, most likely yes.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Curiosity and maybe her overly jealous/competitive nature.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

She'd feel incredibly guilty and try to comfort you. As said before, she doesn't want to hurt you. Even when her desires take hold... she doesn't like putting you through pain.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

SKIPPED

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Reciprocating just enough to try and get her help since her obsession is subtle and not too intense compared to others.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

No.

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

I imagine she has some worship tendencies if she sees her darling as some sort of idol. She'd go to great lengths to have your attention.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

I want to guess maybe months to a year or longer?

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

No.

[ughgoaway]

How do you think the parent-teacher conference would go?

okay yes I have been thinking about this since i originally thought of this au

(Also, quick psa- these are never proofread, so if they are incoherent/ littered with spelling errors...shhh)

I can see matty getting the email through about parents evening and just PRAYING it's with you. Annie has two teachers (bc fuck having a class of 30 kids on your own are you mad) and he thought it might be with the other one. who is fine, she's an older woman and is very lovely... she's just not you

little does he know behind the scenes you had to kind of fudge things to get him for parents evening, your deputy head teacher comes up one day and tells you the plan for parents evening this year, he explains youre only getting half the class. so rather than doing it with your co-teacher, you'd do half and she'd do half. of course, you immediately ask, "Oh... okay, can I see my list?"

you read it and feel your heart drop, Annie wasn't on there. and you swear it's not just because you want an excuse to sit across from matty for 20 mins... you also genuinely love Annie and would love to talk about her and her progress.

you catch the other teacher in the staff room and have a quick chat, "Mrs Richards, do you think we could go over the parent's evening lists? I was just wondering if there's any students that you don't have that you might like?"

"Oh yes dear, let's have a look," she says, grabbing your list, "Ah yes, if it's okay with you, I'd quite like to see Jason's mum and dad. After the paper aeroplane incident last week, I think I need to have a proper discussion with them"

you scream internally, thankful you won't have to have that conversation, and that you might be able to snag Annie, "Oh yes, that's fine with me! why don't we swap for say... Annie Healy?" You say trying to play it off and act like you didn't already have a child in mind when you started this conversation.

luckily, Mrs Richards is completely oblivious to your crush (that you insist is not a crush) and says, "Of course dear, consider it done. I'll send all the emails tonight"

////

cut to actual parents evening and you are wearing your favourite dress. well, favourite appropriate dress. it's nothing much, floral and flowy, but it just works, and you love it.

and you totally did not try on every combination of dresses and shoes that you own to find the perfect one. at 3am.

you definitely did not do that because that would be insane...

anyway, you just finished your appointment with Lucy's parents, and it all went well. You did have to have a discussion about her habit of punching her male peers in... certain places, but it went down surprisingly well.

you completely forget who your next appointment is until you stick your head out of the door and see matty standing with a cig in the corner. for a good few seconds, you just stand and stare, enamoured by the glow of the cigarette lighting up his features. and the way his cheeks hollow as he takes a drag.

matty finally spots you and waves, dropping his cig and crushing it before rushing to meet you. you take a deep breath and straighten up, trying not to die from nerves before this meeting.

"matty! hi! come in, come in, " you say, waving him in. Neither of you notice the receptionist raising her eyebrows at you, calling him matty. she makes a mental note to talk (tease) to you about it later.

he comes in and sits down, and for the first 10 mins, it's a completely normal meeting. You discuss how Annie is doing, how she's interacting with her peers, and what progress she is making.

obviously, googly eyes are being thrown both ways, but you are both beautifully oblivious.

but soon somehow, you both get completely off topic.

"you've never seen true romance! oh love, that wounds me, " matty says, holding a hand to his chest in faux hurt.

you giggle lightly at his reaction, brushing over the pet name so you don't have a mental breakdown over it in front of him.

"I know! I know! it's been on my list for years but I've never got around to it, is it one of your favourites?"

matty then of course goes on a 5 minute rant about how amazing the film is and what it means to him, "I mean I wrote one of our most popular songs about it, as soon as I wrote it at 18 I knew it would be such an important song. to me. to the band. even to our non-existent fans at the time. well, our one fan, my dad"

you smile at him just in awe of his passion for that band, "Oh yeah, robbers, right?" You say shyly, trying not to show the intensity of the stalking you did.

matty just stops and looks at you, his face a mix of cockiness and pure adoration, "Yeah yeah, you been listening to my band?" he teases and pokes at your arm. Soon, his hand slips down and lightly rests on yours as you speak.

you just nod dumbly because how can you focus on what he just said whilst he's practically holding your hand?? thankfully, you catch yourself reasonably quickly and realise just nodding is not the appropriate reaction to what he just said.

you don't know what comes over you, maybe it's his hand on yours, the soft look in his eyes or the gentle smile on his face but you decide to just be honest.

"Honestly?" You say, and matty nods softly, eyes flittering around your face (perhaps even down to your lips) , "I didn't know who you were before, but now? I am a little bit obsessed. I listened to you on the drive-in this morning, " you say whilst avoiding eye contact.

"No way," he says, laughing to himself. He squeezes your hand to encourage your eyes up, and you give in and make eye contact, "what's your favourite song? you've got to tell me that"

"well i-" Of course, before you can finish, there's a harsh knock on the door. you both jump and separate hastily as you spring up and get it.

before you can say anything, the person behind the door starts talking, "Hi, we're Jackson's parents, are you miss y/n? I thought our appointment was at 6. it's 10 past, and I'm kind of in a rush"

you start stuttering out apologies, and matty is already behind you preparing to leave. He quickly grabs your hand and squeezes it as he brushes past.

you squeeze his to grab his attention, "paris. my favourite song is paris", you let go and usher the other parents in. they squeeze past a frozen matty, just standing and gazing at you.

soon you are closing the door to mattys shocked face, giving him one last grin before clicking it shut.

(paris is not my fav song, but it's matty's, so we gotta have a bit of romance)

blurb masterlist here!!

[scaratastic]

My love.

in which how male genshin characters shows their love to you. ( might contain some grammatical error or even spelling mistakes idk i don't proofread cus we die like real men /j )

fluff

Kaeya

many people said that he's most likely to cheat on his s/o when in fact, it is quite impossible for him to do that.

man certainly has abandonment issues after losing both of his dads and his brother. sorry

i personally view him as the type to show you how much he loves you both by actions and words but slightly more to words (?) .

like he'd tease you about how beautiful you look, how gorgeous you truly are etc during times when he just feels like it but there's also time where he just wants to feel your body against his own, arms securing your body while inhaling your scent as you both cuddled before heading off to dreamland.

he'd certainly tease you during random times which will make you get all flustered. this man is full of surprises.

even if he's the type to always joke around and tease you nonstop, he'll always make sure that you know just how much he loves and cherish your existence in his life!

Diluc

he's the type of guy who'd buy you random gifts or give you some flowers that has special meanings behind it.

dinner dates or any type of dates that you prefer. yes, he loves to spoil you.

list all the things that you want, he'll get them for you. even if it is impossible, he'll find a way.

"if you're happy, then i am happy."

he gives everything to you. his love, his trust, himself, literally everything.

he might be a man of a few words and very awkward during the early stage of your relationship but he'll warm up later.

waking up in the morning with him cuddling you hehe

i can actually see him being a bit clingy here, specially when he overworked himself for the past few days. he'll definitely not let you go even if you squirmed and whined, reminding him that he has to wake up or he'll be late for work.

overall a very caring, kind, polite and a bit clingy type of lover. so take care of him please 🙏

Bennett

he would collect any pretty items on his adventures and give them to you as a suprise.

definitely brags about how you are literally so amazing and the best human to ever exist in teyvat to everyone.

"[Name] is just so amazing ! They can fight, they can cook, they can clean—" and so, the list of him praising you goes on.

adventures with him as a date. although he swore that the route that he chose for the both of you to walk through was literally clear a few hours ago, why there's so many monster there now ?

poor boy thinks that it's because of his bad luck. but hey, atleast he got the chance to admire your fighting skills while getting ready to brag about this cool moment of you to katheryne and his friends.

he's just smitten over you okay

Razor

he's clingy.

you can't blame him though, sometimes you just get so busy that you don't have time to visit him in Wolvendom.

he knows your scent and probably recognised the sound of your footsteps so whenever you came to visit, he's already waiting for you on the entrance of Wolvendom.

would escort you to a safe place before asking you to sit as he lays down with his head on top of your leg and buried his face to your stomach.

silently asks you to play with his hair because it's comforting.

okay but just imagine you both in that position beneath a tree, and then you read or tell him a story.

he would grow curious about it and asks questions from time to time. oh, and his reactions are priceless.

like he'd gasp, gets excited when the character from the story that you told him was about to have a good ending and probably huffs and groan when the story did not go well.

picnincs with him mhm. feed him and he's all red. would probably return the favor to you.

Albedo

he probably doesn't allow you to visit him when he's in dragonspine too much because he's worried about you.

but when you do visit him though, he'd ask you to sit down on the chair he provided while lending youb a hot drink to warm yourself up.

this little visit would often turn into study dates. when he sees you curiously observed his movements, he would ask you to come to him as he lends you his notes and explains to you what is his goal and so on.

yes, he won't just leave his job for you. but he'll talk and try to start a conversation with you just so you won't feel lonely and such. what do you expect from a workaholic anyw

would make some things that he thinks you'd like from alchemy and gives it to you.

"it reminds me of you.. so please, take it."

Venti

a date in the tavern.

him flirting like crazy with you as you turned red and shamelessly flirt back. Diluc often kicks your drunk ass and your boyfriend out of the tavern because of this though.

if your're not the type to enjoy alcohol or doesn't like the idea of getting drunk with your boyfriend in the tavern as a date though, then don't worry ! this lil boyfriend of yours got it covered.

would probably try and convince you to sneak out and join him stargaze.

while you're both stargazing, he'd summon his lyre and plays with it while humming a soft tune that'll make the night much more comfortable and enjoyable.

you both would play around like kids afterwards, making some of the monsters notice your presence but venti would take care of them though ;)

during random times, he would just stare and admire you silently.

"have anyone told you that you look absolutely gorgeous ?"

throws random compliments during the most random time. like he'd literally say "you're very pretty you know." after you clear out a hilichurl camp and ofc you'd go like "what"

he's unpredictable. much like kaeya, he is full of surprises. so be prepared of whatever plan that he has in his mind.

njdndjdndjd i still have no scara and no primos i'm about to cry, but anyw should i do this for other characters as well ?

[rinbowaman]

His and Her Perspectives - Chapter 3 (18+ Only)

So sorry for the delay. I wanted to get this to you guys before I head out to run some errands, been pretty busy the last few days. This was edited and somewhat partially drafted into completion, however, it is not at all proofread or checked over for errors so please excuse all of that. When i get time tonight, i'll look it over and fix any errors that exist. but for now, enjoy the read!

Pairing: Ooohohohohoho you know who. ;)

Warnings: Yes, this is like pure smut, the whole chapter. Not at all for anyone under the age of 18, so minors please ignore this post. As per usual, the smut is very descriptive, and some curse words. Just the standard stuff. But still a good read if you're trying to get in the mood or an idea of what car sex is like with MGR/MRE/HHP Heeseung ;)

Next chapter is also going to be fully smut-ish so for those of you that live for smut, stay tuned.

The surprise i have in store for you guys will be posted later, i just wanted to get this chapter out because ive been on and off working it for the last few days and I am just ready to get it out so i can work on the next one.

Summary:

Summer was swinging by faster than you could enjoy it. Emily and the girls thought of ways on how to dedicate the remainder of the break to make the most out of the last couple of months and enjoy the season to its fullest. That was when they thought of a nice trip into the valley with the boys, a mass get-together where we could all enjoy each other’s company and have game night at a rental.

It didn’t take long for the girls to find a large home at a decent daily rate, located near one of the famous vineyards in the country. The boys all thought the trip was a good idea and even offered to take charge of the barbeque, much to Emily and the girl’s delight.

You could tell Heeseung liked the idea of the trip, even though he maintained his usual habit of remaining calm, quiet, and sitting with his arms crossed, merely giving a simple nod and half a smirk when Jake turned to ask him if he was excited about the trip.

After a few days, you all had prepared and packed up for an early departure. The drive was long, nearly four and a half hours into the valley, everyone agreed to leave early in the morning while it was still dark out, hoping to mitigate the risk of getting stuck in traffic. Much to the boy’s dismay, the girls dictated that the carpool-maintained gender integrity, mainly so that they could enjoy each other’s company and catch up on daily gossip while they boys spend some quality time themselves.

Witnessing the dictation of transportation assignment, you noted Heeseung’s lowering tilt of the chin as his hat hovered and casted a shadow to cover more than just his eyes. He didn’t like the idea of making a long drive without you being beside him, not because he was the clingy type, it was more so because he had planned on taking the opportunity to rest you on his lap and tightly embracing you.

Though the feeling was mutual, you felt deep down that traveling separately was for the better. Based off the last time you sat on his lap, you both found that it was a prime position for one of your many sexual episodes.

It was on a Friday evening, you and Heeseung decided to go the movie theater. Arriving fairly early, he parked his car near the back end of the lot where it was secluded and sparse, just so you both could have some privacy to talk and freely display your affection without having to worry about exposing yourselves to people passing by.  The windshield overlooked the wide shopping center across the street, with the glittering lights that decorated the shops, and the pleasant view of shoppers mingling from afar, the view produced a wholesome charm of simplistic night life.

Admiring the view, you felt a piece of your hair being tucked away as Heeseung continued to admire your profile. You shyly chucked towards his lovely notion, which only invigorated him more.

Once you both had walked in, found your seating, and watched as the movie began, the moment the beginning credits displayed the main roles was when you lost all interest in the original event. The feeling in your gut proved to be too distracting after the moment in the car. You became stimulated by the act of him moving your hair aside as he peeked at you with one visible eye from underneath his cap.

Making sure to hide it within the hair that framed your face, you glanced over to see that even though Heeseung was facing the screen, you could tell that the sexual tension was building up by the way he kept bouncing his leg. His hat that traditionally covered his eyes, gave his face more shadow from the dimmed lighting inside the theater, it made it hard to tell if he was looking at the screen or possibly gazing at something else while facing it.

His elbow propped up on the arm of the seat, as his face slightly resting against his hand, you took visual notice of the way he had his index delicately placed on his lips, brushing it back and forth gently, occasionally dragging the skin with it as he revealed a subtle display of teeth. Moving your eyes back forward, the tingling sensation grew stronger and even though you tried hiding it by crossing your arms over your chest, the depths of each breath you took was too steep, the inclining rise of your breast was too noticeable. Unsure of how to remedy the situation at a public setting, you both sat there in silence as the movie continued playing. When suddenly you heard Heeseung stand out of his chair.

Two steps in, your view of the screen is blocked by Heeseung, casually standing in front of your crossed legs and extending a hand to you. He doesn’t say a word.

You look up to see that the bill of his cap, along with the effects of the lack of lighting, aggrandized the shadow over his face, leaving only his lips to remain visible, along with the hazy side smirk it formulated. Grabbing his hand, you realized how much the tension was affecting him when you felt the weight of his pull nearly levitated you off your seat. It was so sudden, the way your body lost contact with the cushion as your legs caught up with the movement to keep you from falling over. His grip on your hand was welded.

After straightening your posture, his free hand moves up, and you stood admiring the mask of shadow that his face wore, as he gently fixes your hair with the tips of his fingers. Beginning at your hairline, you felt the light touch of his skin as his fingers pinched a small amount of hair as he delicately relocates it to the side and tucks it behind your ear. The tips gently wrap’s the piece around and behind your helix, where they remained for a second before dragging along the skin behind your ear until they encountered your earring.

He rests the dangle on his index, admiring the butterfly trinket attached. Afterwards, he continues the trailing movement of said finger, letting the earring fall from its rest as he traces your partially exposed jawline inwards towards your chin, where he used his thumb and inner knuckle to nourish a faint hold. Committing to another favorite habit of his, you felt his thumb extend its reach and brush over your lips, from center moving outwards as he rests it on the outer corner, composing small light strokes.

Heeseung synthesized many habits that reciprocated his sentiment towards you, one being his usual and most displayed act in moving, playing, or fixing your hair to amplify the exposure of your face, mainly your eyes, as evident from his showering verbiage expressing his fondness when admiring them. The second habit was the stroking and brushing of your lips.

Of all his habits, there was one that he frequently committed, at least once a day. It was his penchant for facial contact, with or without kissing permitted. Every day when you were on your way to your next class, Heeseung would do the same and walk in your direction. Regardless, it had only been a couple of hours that he hadn’t seen you, it was obvious that you were indefinitely on his mind.

Once you found yourself breaching his presence close enough to ask him how his morning classes were going, he carried his usual trait of withholding a verbal response. Instead, he’d raise a hand to push the bill of his cap up, revealing a raised eyebrow that gave him a confident expression. The tilting of his bill is followed by him placing the same hand on the back of your head, administering a slight grab of hair as he would pull your face in to meet his, nose to nose. The groove of your lips is met with his, but not in the form of a kiss, just touch. He would angle his forehead inward and flutter his lashes against your own, initiating butterfly kisses as he formed his tenacious smirk against your lips, leading to a dual chuckle that you give to each other.

In the theater, you continue to be the canvas of his thumb strokes as he savored every precise detail of your face. Using the grip he had on you, he turns and walks you out of the building, across the wide lot, and back to his car, not a word is spoken from him. With only the view of his broad shoulders, you catch yourself admiring his lethal frame from the back, watching his tall stature as he moves closer to the car with his arm extending backwards as he maintains the grip of your hand, trailing you behind. The wispy length of his hair barely extends pass the nape, faintly touching the back of his collar. No matter the angle you viewed him in, you couldn’t help but find him irresistible.

His pace slows as he reaches the back seat door, opening it, he pulls you by his grip and swings you around to face him. While maintaining the grip, he swings his hand around your backside, bending your arm by the elbow as it is pinned to your lower back, fingers intertwined with each other’s. He pulls you in and kisses you, just a small kiss, but ever so tender like the others. He nods you to get inside the backseat.

Once you slid in, you shift down to the window seat next opposite of the one you had just entered through. He follows in after you, positioning himself on the center seat with his legs widespread, each foot placed behind the two front seats. He faces in your direction, slightly leans over to kiss you once more. You feel his hands roaming from your breasts down to the smallest part of your waist and with utter ease, you’re surprised at his strength as he lifts you, only releasing a single deep moan and breath into your mouth as he picks you up, shifting your backside during movement so that it was facing him as he positioned you on his lap.

The feeling of sitting on Heeseung’s lap became one of your favorite sensations in the world. The moment he rests you on his lap, his hands drag from your waist, and down to your hips as he presses you down against his crotch, enforcing you to feel an overwhelming and pleasurable pressure from the back. As your back arches, your head tilts back against his, you feel him pressing his nose and lips against the soft skin at your nape, burrowing his soft kisses.

His hands that rests on your hips begin to set the pace for your hips to move along with. Pushing and pulling you to a rocking motion, the arch in your back simulates oceanic waves as the back of your head remains resting against his forehead. The soft kisses on your nape transition into a passionate massage as you feel his tongue becomes involved and traces small circles with each wet, and suckling kiss he leaves. You feel him inhaling the scent of your perfume that you applied on the base of your neck, with his face attached to your nape, he enjoys each whiff he takes in. Just as you relish feeling the air he pulls in with his nostrils against your skin, your body slight jolts out of shock at the feeling of his teeth gently nibbling, following by the caressing of his tongue. Concentrating at the center, his oral performance migrates over to the side of your throat as he pulls you in closer, your back fully meets his chest and your head rests on his shoulder as he burrows his face in the nook of your neck.

The motion of your body does not stop, in fact, it continues with a stronger pace as you begin to feel his hips thrusting upwards against your derriere, syncing with the moment your hips roll down on him. His eagerness is evident by his desire to increase the pace, but you use the weight of your hips to suppress each thrust to tease him a little. Not being able to take it, he reaches down and lifts the flare of your skirt up, pinning it to your pelvis with his other hand as he maintains a grip on you. He pulls down your panties, they nearly rip off from his eager ardor had it not been you lifting one leg to feed through it, salvaging the lace material as it drapes and falls on the other leg, collecting in a ring around your ankle.

Accomplishing the goal of getting your sensitive bud exposed, you feel the cold air greeting the skin in between the two folds. The sensation is followed by the pressure of his fingers as he reaches over your thigh and rubs his tips in circular motion against your clit, afflicting gentle taps with his rubbing motion. The moans that rush out your mouth are both soft and harsh as each gasp takes your breath away. The beat of your heart speeds up, pounding against your chest plate, feeling as if it will explode.

Commencing the last rub, he cups you as his middle finger is injected into your opening. Your moves speed up as you feel your mouth drying up from the consistent moaning and gasping, you’re committed to. Once he felt that he has acquired the first phase of your desire, he sticks his index in to join his middle, feeling the fluid of your arousal gushing out, coating each finger.

The arm around your waist tightens, and you feel him pulling you even closer as he thrusts his fingers in and out of you. Each moment they thrust in, you feel him lifting you upwards as the base of his palm pushes against your base, shifting your weight upwards. Your head surpasses his shoulders, and your chest extends higher, nearly reaching his face as you feel his lips softly pecking below your collarbone.

The sound of skin-to-skin contact is promoted by the heavy moisture flowing in and out as his fingers manipulate the pace and your movements. Just when you feel as though you can’t take enough, his fingers thrust in deep, and remain still. You feel them waving inside you as he massages the interior flesh of your cavity, effectuating unanticipated moans to burst out from your lips as your body wallops upwards from the overwhelming sensation.

Slowly, he slides his fingers out. The sound of his zipper and button coming undone, along with your exhausting pants fills the hollowness of the stagnant car. Feeding through the opening of his briefs, you feel the warmth of his shaft and the tip graze in between your thighs. It is soft, dry, and smooth, it feels gentle and similar to baby skin as it rubs against your skin.

Your head rests on his shoulder. Nose, eyes, and lips facing the window as the side of your cheek and neck is decorated by the hair sticking on to the faint bit of sweat that glazed your skin. From the corner of your eye, you watch as his strong, and large hand grabs the base of his shaft. His long fingers wrapped around the thickness of his diameter, which was so thick that in fact, compared to it his notoriously large hand almost appeared smaller in size.

With his firm grab at the base, he extends the length perpendicularly, the tip eyeballing the roof of the car. A shiver travels from your toes, along your spine, and to the back of your neck as the size of his penis intimidates you. It didn’t get much better as you kept gazing at it, the more you had looked, the larger it seemed to appear. You kept your face off to the side and squint them shut as you prepare yourself for penetration, knowing it’s about to come as you feel the skin of his tip inching closer to your folds.

He guides the tip to rub in between the skin, up and down. He coats the muscle with the wetness that escaped you during his earlier performance, and before you know it, the sound swirling sound of wet skin swooshing against one another returns. The sound takes over your gasps as they die down from the break.

The sudden feeling of his face burrowing into the nook of your neck went unappreciated as you didn’t get the chance to apprize the feeling due to his entry that followed immediately after. The combination of his open lips against your neck, breathing out semi-harshly and the tip of his nose pressing into you right below your ear, enshrined the severity of his penetration. You felt the hot air from his breathing coating your neck, it condensates your skin as you feel drips of moisture trinkling down to your collarbone. The sharpness of his entry can’t be ignored, but the feeling of his face on your skin helped in distracting you from the pain, even though it was only slightly.

The sound and feeling of the vibration in his voice as he gasps and grunts into your neck takes you over the edge as he simultaneously thrusts in and out. He starts of deep but slow, going in, pulling out, just as the tip is edging its exit, only for him to thrust back in deeper than before. The feeling of pressure and being filled shrills you, it’s a feeling you’ve never experienced before he came into your life. It was overpowering, both enjoyable and painful.

The movement of your body shifting upwards became more prominent than before when he used his fingers. His hips bucking up into you dramatized the elevation of your weight. The moans were replaced with cries of immense stimulation as each thrust incites your muscles, causing them to contract and shake, ridding more moisture than before as it gushes out, only to be thrusted back in.

The feeling of his chest permanently attached to your back provided a feeling of comfort and safety. He felt so broad and hard, the width of your shoulders was not even half of his. Your hands rest on the sides of his seated hips, desperately trying to find something to latch on to from the excitement of the sting and ecstasy convulsing in your body. All you could feel was the smoothness of the faux leather seat, the flat surface giving you nothing. The feature of the newly modeled car allotted for the seat belt latches to remain hidden and tucked in between seats, to maintain a slick aesthetic appeal, which had ultimately work against you as you couldn’t dig them out with just your fingertips.

Desperate as the quivering sensation takes over your body, you reach up and grab on to his arm that remained steadfast and wrapped around your waist. You felt the muscles of his forearm as he slightly pushed you down each time he thrusted, then lift you when he partially exited. Upon feeling you reaching up and grabbing onto his arm, it propelled him to increase the pace, he burrows his face in deeper to the nook of your neck, causing his cap to fall completely off his head.

His soft hair cushions against the straight edge of your jawline. His heated gasps are now accompanied with soft kisses, the sensitivity of the skin on your neck shivers upon receiving them. The arm around your waist remains steady, even tightened as the pace grew, while his other hand rests on your inner thigh, gently applying pressure to maintain the spread of your legs. His fingertips tapping your skin every so often when your cries became harsh and out of breath.

“Uh! Baby. Fuck!” He states in between his gasps.

“You’re so damn beautiful, I’m so fucking lucky I get to be the one to do this to you.” The more he spoke in his low and calm tone, the more you felt yourself gushing out the natural essence of your body, which only promoted him to thrust in and out with ease.

“Fuck baby, keep getting wet for me, makes it easier to fuck you. You’re so fucking tight.”

He was right, it did make it easier for him to ravish you, the pace of each thrust came in faster, and faster. He was rough, but nowhere near as ferocious as his Ethan. There was still a soft side to Heeseung’s performance that allowed you to maintain some aspect of the setting, whereas his Ethan persona would normally induce you to a state of unawareness and peaked exhaustion.

The pace continued to go faster, unsure of how it was possible, yet all you could do was to take it. It didn’t matter how loud your cries and pleasuring moans were, the car was parked away and at a distance where no one could see, hear, or save you. You were at his mercy, for the pleasure was too great at times, you almost felt the desire to escape his grasp. Whenever you shifted, attempting to close your legs or extend your hips away from his groin, the hand that laid firmly on your inner thigh would hold you down and spread, reminding you that there was no escape, not even from the gentle Heeseung. His vigor remained ever present no matter what side he was taking, himself or Ethan. For both entities, the difference on the achievement didn’t matter, there was one goal that they shared to obtain, and that was to get the both of you to cum.

Suddenly, your body couldn’t take anymore. You felt your muscles violently contracting, the shaking of your body terminates the smooth sail of your body’s movements that had, up until that moment, followed in sync with his thrusts. Your hips jolt, up and down, left to right, only to be suppressed by his grab on you as he forces you to remain steady while he continues thrusting. The feeling was beyond overwhelming, it was too good that it was almost painful. Your body tries to fight it by shifting fiercely, trying to break free, yet the slap of his hand against your thigh as he pushes you down with his arm and strengthens his grab overpowers you, causing you to scream.

“Oh yeah, that’s it baby. Cum for me.” The feeling of his lips moving as he spoke, grazing against the sensitive area of your neck did not help the matter, your mind went into the state of confusion as to trying to configure if the sensation you were forced to succumb to was good or bad, or both.  All of which became null and void when your orgasm kicked in and put you on cloud nine.

His thrusts became heavier, deeper, and dowdy as the speed increased, all the while you became limp and barely out of breath as each weakened moan escaped you. The tingling high you felt in our gut shuddered your muscles as your body began to gradually release a fluid that is different from the natural lubricant it produced before. It felt sour, almost stingy but not at all painful, just overly euphoric. You couldn’t control it as you screamed and dug your fingertips into the arm around your waist, feeling him pushing you down as he felt the flow of your orgasm drowning his tip and trickling down his length.

Three deep thrusts in as you were cumming, you felt the fierceness of his gasps coughed against your neck as he releases into you. His hand that had rested gently on your inner thigh suddenly grabbed hold and just like you, the fingertips dug into your skin, pushing your thigh outwards more in the process while bruising the skin. A series of hard but slow thrusts followed suit, as if he was making sure every drip went deep inside.

What followed suit were everlasting moments of peaceful rest as you both regained your breaths, mainly you. Your raging pants were gently persuaded to calmness as you felt his hand rub and massage your chest, while his relentless kisses on your neck continued.

“Breathe for me. Breathe for me, baby.”

He calmly tells you, all the while his shaft remains in your body, surrounded by your warmth and softness.

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Hiii! If you're accepting requests for prince Friedrich (bridgerton), could I get a Friedrich and reader fic where theyre royalty too and frenemies? And they end up at the same ball and have to dance tgt (obv)? The next day lady whistledown and the ton out there shipping the two so they have to keep up appearances and promenade together all the time? Eventually fall in love!! (+ points if they childishly argue through the whole dance) thanksss💕

Is It Love Or Hate?

Summary: Read request above!

Prince Friederich x gn!reader

Genre: Fluffiest of fluff, (It's also the only thing I can write about but moving on)

Warnings: Romantic themes, strong language(not really just good old british slang that I love very much), and It is a gender neutral reader, y/n(aka you or just plain old y/n) is a princess and wears a dress in this one-shot!!

A/N: Omg omg omg this is my first request, this is so exciting! This request is so cute, I hope you like it! Also I'm sorry for some of the writing is in third person, I just don't really like first person. And I'm sorry this took too long, I'm quite busy with stuff(school) atm. And now because of this request, I wanna make a prince Friederich fanfic lol but I hope you guys enjoy this one-shot!!(Also this isn't proofread so if there are any errors do tell me!)

Y/n groaned at the thought, they were going to yet again another ball, y/n loved being a royal and all but that meant they had the possibility of seeing him, Prince Friederich, Y/n had mixed feelings about him, they would love him and then the next minute, they hate him. As I finally laid down on the couch, my mother busted in, causing them to jump up.

"Mother, what is it? Why must you rush in here as if I did something wrong?!?" I asked.

"Oh no dear, it's just your dress is finally done! You just have to wear it for tonight's ball." Y/m/n explained as she gave you the dress. "Doesn't the color look nice?"

I had to agreed, the colors on the dress were absolutely stunning, y/f/c always looked good on them, always.

"Well I must agree, the dress does look nice." I agreed.

"Perhaps you might even find the one," Y/m/n teased.

"You said that as the last fifty balls," I exaggerated. "It seems people only see me for my looks Mother, nothing more, I told you many times that I wanted to marry for love."

"Then find someone you love, my dear. You know I will always support you." Y/m/n smiled at you and left moments after.

Y/n changed into the dress and was suprised on how the dress complimented her very well.

"Are you ready to go-?" Y/m/n asked as she busted in the room but stopped once she saw y/n. "My dear, you look beautiful."

"Yes mother I am ready to go," I placed the tiara on her head. "Thank you but we must not make haste," I reminded.

"Oh yes yes!" Y/m/n exclaimed. "We shall go to the carriage at once." Y/m/n announced.

Y/m/n linked her arm with Y/n and they left and headed to the ball, moments later, they had arrived.

"I'll be on the lookout for potential suitors, and you Y/n shall be the princess you are and dance with two men tonight." Y/m/n said.

"One," I corrected.

Y/m/n sighed knowing that Y/n wouldn't listen to her. "Fine, you must dance with one man tonight."

"Good, Ah I think I see the Duchess of Hastings right there. I'll leave you be mother!" I called out.

Before Y/n could make her way to Daphne, she was stopped by the one of the many men she didn't want to see tonight.

"You highness, Princess Y/n," Lord Gray bowed down infront of her. "May I have your first dance?" He asked, holding out his hand.

Y/n was about to tell him off when someone did it for her and she didn't have to turn around to know who it was.

"Actually, the Princess had already offered her first dance on her dance card with me." Prince Friederich explained.

"Oh, I see," Lord Gray seemed to buy the lie and walked away.

"Shall we?" Friederich held his hand out.

Y/n only glared at him before taking his hand, the two royals made their way to the dance floor.

"Now look at what you did," I whispered. "I only wanted to dance with one man tonight and now you're fulfilling my mother's wishes and I'm going to dance with two."

Prince Friederich only snickered in response.

"Well I apologize for doing that but it seemed like you didn't want to dance with him." Friederich stated the obvious.

"Yeah well I didn't want to dance with you either and here we are." I smiled sarcastically.

"You can blame my aunt on that, she actually insisted I'd dance with you first tonight." He replied.

Prince Friederich dipped you and pulled you close, making you gasp, he noticed this and backed away. "I'm sorry."

"For what?" I asked confused.

"For making you uncomfortable," He answered rather quickly.

"If anything, you actually made me feel more safe from the viscount, I can see him glaring at us" I laughed and smiled at him, causing him to smiled back as he pulled you in close again.

...

"Y/n, Oh Miss Y/n! Wake up! Your highness, it is urgent!" Evelyn, one of the lovely servants shook you awake.

"I'm up," I mumbled, not fully awake.

"Lady Whistledown wrote about you and the Prince from the dance, you must read!" Evelyn exclaimed.

"Can I atleast get out of my bed first?" I asked, Evelyn nodded excitingly before leaving.

Y/n got up and ready and finally headed down the stairs where they was greeted by not only Evelyn but their mother as well.

"So Lady Whistledown wrote about me in her paper?" I asked.

Y/m/n nodded happily and gave you the paper. When you were shocked, Lady Whistledown wrote about the two of you dancing and how you two would make quite a lovely couple but before you could read anymore, you got called upon by Prince Friederich, he seemed to have read the latest issue quickly this morning.

"Your highness," Evelyn bowed down at him before he stopped her.

"Oh please, just call me Friederich, is Y/n awake yet? I hope I didn't wake her, I just wanted to have a little chat." Friederich smiled.

"And does your little chat include those lovely y/f/fs?" I asked.

I made my way to him and Evelyn, who now exited the room once she took notice of my appearance.

"Oh these," Friederich looked at them as well. "I didn't send them, maybe Lord Gray no Gary sent them." He teased.

Due to his teasing, I snorted and I quickly covered my mouth in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry," I apologized. "I normally never do that."

"It's fine, it was quite adorable if I were to be honest." Friederich smiled.

I blushed at his words and smiled softly but quickly changed my expression as I still had no idea what he was doing here so I asked. "Well if you will allow me to Prince-"

"Friederich," He cut you off.

"...Friederich, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"I was just going to ask if well considering what Whistledown wrote about us, maybe she should write about us even more if you give me the opportunity to court you and take to on a promenade?" He asked.

My eyes widened at his words, he wanted to court me out of all people but I realized that maybe this was just his aunt's doing.

"Are you sure that you want to court me and this isn't your aunt's doing because if it is then I'm gonna have to-" I was cut off again.

"No!" He exclaimed before clearing his throat. "My apologies, I did this on my own. My aunt has no idea I am even here." He chuckled.

"Oh, then yes, I would be delighted to be courted by the only prince I seem to know." I laughed.

...

Y/n and Friederich have been courting for quite awhile now, making this their fifth time going on a promenade, Y/n had developed feelings for him and was wondering just as everyone else was thinking once they saw the latest issue "When will he propose?"

"This is the fifth time we're out to promenade, can we please go somewhere else Friederich?" I asked in a hushed whisper. "The sun is practically setting!"

"Please Y/n, just called me Freddie and to answer your question, we can't go somewhere alone, you know that but perhaps a boat ride would be nice."

"Or hunting or we can pretend to get lost in a flower field?" I suggested.

"A flower field would be nice, hm there is one there," He held up his arm. "Shall we go?"

"We shall," I smiled. "Mother, we'll be right back. We're going to pick some flowers from the field!"

"Okay, stay safe!" Y/m/n exclaimed.

But Y/m/n was distracted with Lady Danbury that she didn't even notice that the two royals weren't going to the flower field but instead the woods.

"Ah the woods, why did you take us here Freddie," I asked.

Friederich blushed at the nickname even though he suggested it but brushed it off.

"I wanted to look at the nature, nature is quite interesting. I mean just look at that bird!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper.

"That bird does look quite fascinating." I comments, making him smile wide.

"I never saw those in Prussia so they are new to me," Friederich revealed.

"Well maybe if you stay here a little longer then maybe you'll see more," I smiled at him.

"Yeah maybe," Friederich smiled.

I took my eyes off him and laid down to look at the sunset, He laid down beside me.

"It's quite beautiful isn't it?" I asked, referring to the setting sun.

"Yeah, it's breathtaking." He whispered, still staring at me.

I looked back at him when he was indeed already staring, he didn't take one look at the sunset and kept his eyes on me. I blushed and tried to look away when his hand caressed my face and leaned in, he kissed me and I kissed back. When we broke apart, he sat up, I repeated the action and we kissed again, he mumbled something in the kiss that I couldn't decipher..

"Freddie, what did you say?" I asked, my hand resting softly on his cheek.

"I wish to marry you Y/n, I'm in love with you." He confessed.

"The night of the ball when we danced, I lied to you, my aunt didn't say anything about you at all, I chose to dance with you that night because not only are you breath taking, you are the only person that I love competing with and poking fun at with, you're the only person who knows the real me and I love for that, I love that you let me in and that you trust me and you share all your conspiracies about who Whistledown is, you're the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, kids or no kids, in London or in Prussia. I want you just the way you are because I'm smitten and I love you oh so much. And I completely understand if you don't desire me the same but I couldn't keep it in any longer and I-" Friederich was cut off by you kissing him again, more passionate this time.

When you pulled away, you spoke. "I love you too, I would say that I want you but that's a lie, I need you and I just can't possibly see my life without you in it. Without you, I could probably be married to Lord Gray and I know we are both happy that isn't the reality," We both chuckled before I continued. "Freddie, just know this. No matter where we are or who we're with, I will always be looking at him and with you because you are now my husband to be, and I wish to be your wife forever." I confessed.

I rested my head on his chest and I heard his heartbeat making me calm, I closed my eyes and hugged him, he hugged me back.

"Your wish has been granted, my love." Prince Friederich kissed the top of my head.

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slides in (fashionably)

hiii how are you? hopefully good :]

can i request general mateo relationship hcs, if you write for him? specifically a s/o who's also in the shadow decree and an esper

i enjoy him a normal amount. thank u!!

I had two requests for Mateo (the other asking for non-esper wanderer) sooooo I'm just going to combine both of you don't mind! Here we go!

(I may soon make a self aware and players fav w/ Mateo as well)

I'm on a roll finally 💪

Gender neutral reader

Warnings: not proofread, probably some grammatical errors

Mateo Relationship Headcannons

SHADOW DECREE (ESPER)

Missions together 100%

Doesn't matter if you weren't assigned together-he will be working with you.

He knows you can defend yourself-he's seen how you fight, but he's still protective of you.

His past general instincts kick in whenever he's in the middle of a fight with you- even if it's just the two of you.

He laughs a little, when he tells you the story of why he joined the Shadow Decree. You were so livid, and pissed, cursing him out with some very unique words it made him smile in the sense that you both shared the same anger.

He actually had to break the news to you that Nickolas was already dead because you had gotten up and about ran to find him.

Yeah you were still upset.

Xuan Pin would've probably been there, playing against Mateo in a game of chess, and the story would kind of just flow and get told during that time.

One of the things you said was: "How dare he frame my daughter!" "[name] I'm not related to you-" "I don't care I already signed the adoption papers." "The what-?"

So yes, you and him are like- practically parental/older sibling figures to Xuan Pin. (Even though she's an adult.)

WANDERER (NON-ESPER)

Stargazing dates. Often caused by you because you pay attention to the small things. As someone who is "powerless", a human, you focus on the smaller things.

The stars, the moon, the sun in a cloudless day, a flower blooming in the cracks of stone. It's just a thing you two have where you point out something so simple and marvel at at while he looks at it with you and at you.

He will purposely choose missions that will correspond where you are going.

You aren't an esper, and respectfully, not as physically strong as someone who is one.

So he will protect and defend you with his life because even though you can fight decently, you don't have much resistance.

You don't have god-like powers running through your veins. You're just human.

It's enough for him, but it won't stop him from worrying about your well-being.

You also worry about him with how much he worries about you.

When he's working inside his office, you bring him food and stuff. Making sure he is taking care of himself as well.

When he told you about Nickolas did, you you quiet. Then you rummaged in your bag and pulled out a lighter. "[name] why..?" "To burn the rest of his corpse." "[name] no-" "[name] yes."

He makes sure you don't have a lighter in your bag from then on.

GENERAL

He doesn't talk much, but he listens.

If you are a talkative person he'll listening to you rant about whatever and he'll remember it all.

If you don't talk very much, he'll take note of your actions and pay close attention to the words you speak so he can recall it later for future reference.

Strong but silent type.

He's intimidating but a softie for those close to him. He's the big spoon, sometimes, sometimes, he will be the small. But when you wake the roles have already switched.

There was a point where you attempted to cook food over his eye/hand fire. You were able to make some s'mores-barley.

He loves quality time. Just being in your presence is enough.

Thanks for reading! Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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3 CS Fic Outlines/Concepts

Ideas for some fics for angsty august if I had the time to do them justice, all on the milder side. (Since I probably won’t be finishing them, if anyone wants to use them however they see fit, feel free)

1: “Obsolescence”

Setup: Killian texts Emma/leaves her a note as he goes off to do something while she’s busy/asleep. She brings it up later, amused by his old-fashioned spelling and grammar.

Angst: As time goes by, she sees how much he’s been left behind in this world. He’s not helpless, and there’s plenty he’s figured out all on his own—but there are times where it seems like he’s having a hard time keeping his head above water. There are skills he has (that he’s worked hard to both master and remaster) that have been not only replaced by technology, but done better. He uses words that have been lost to time entirely in the centuries that have past, no one able to quite understand him for a moment. The music he finds nostalgic—that reminds him of Liam and the high-society events they attended (and discreetly rolled their eyes at) while serving—is dismissed, seen as boring by most. The world that his has been replaced with is entirely alien to him, and there are days where everyone else seems to find it funny.

Resolution: Emma redoubles her efforts to explain everything she can about this world. (Pick a partner who knows what she’s doing, Killian) Henry is all too excited to help as well. (Operation Crash Course or something lol) Eventually, he's nearly as fluent in the ways of this realm as he was with the last one. Just as importantly, he does this without relinquishing his identity—he just adapts, as he always does. He wears jeans with his kohl and long leather coat, the lock screen on his phone is a Montague Dawson painting he found on the internet. He tells Emma about the realm and era he’s from—the foods, the customs, the stories, the music—anything, whenever he’s reminded. She makes sure to always give him her full attention. His time may be long gone, but she’s made plenty of space for him in hers.

2: “Lost Future”

Setup: Something reminds her of the nursery she saw in the Enchanted Forest. A home decoration magazine on a side table, a TV advertisement, etc.

Angst: It’s an old wound, just as painful as it always was. Some bitter, mumbled comment she makes in relation to her parents tips Killian off. Once the dam breaks, the words come tumbling out. She spent a long damn time fending for herself. She had to get here the hard way. But apparently, it didn’t have to be that way, and if--

Killian shakes his head.

“That’s a good way to drive yourself mad, Swan.”

Resolution: All they have are the moments now, he goes on to say. What did she always want when she was younger, the little things? The everyday? Emma puts her hands on her hips, shrugging. The little things? “I dunno,” She takes in a breath and finds herself answering the question, as best she can in the face of the knot in her chest. Someone to...give a shit about her, and ask real questions about her day like they care. To make chicken-noodle soup or whatever the hell when she’s sick. Someone to teach her how to make (insert recipe), to sit with her and watch movies older than she is (and act surprised when she says she hasn’t seen them), someone to tell her all the little wisdoms of the world they’ve learned and hold her when it all seems ready to fall apart. Killian frowns. Who’s to say she can’t have all that with her family now? There’s a lot she may have missed, but she hasn’t missed all of it—sometimes, focusing on the the little things makes it easier. After a few months, he finds himself invited to a movie night at the loft. (This time, it’s a Disney movie marathon, and there’s howling laughter and indignant shouting at the screen all the through the night. At least three new inside jokes are born from this.)

3: “Public Opinion”

Setup: Nebulously Post 3A, possibly no curse...¯\_(ツ)_/¯. While discussing how to deal with the villain-of-the-week, a townsperson sarcastically asks if Killian thinks that just because he helped once, everyone will just forget the kind of guy he was before.

Angst: This isn’t the first time, it won’t be the last. And it’s not entirely unjustified, he supposes. But the opinions of the masses are starting to get to him.

He’s done irreparable harm under the philosophy that the end would justify his means. It’s a stain that can never be washed out, he’s mostly come to terms with that. And this idea everyone seems to have that his redemption would absolve him of his past—that he’d somehow be “getting away with it,” (and they can’t let him do that) bothers him. By no means has that ever been the goal. But feels like he’s never going to be anything more than a monster to the world some days.

In a brief, very human moment of frustration, his temper gets the best of him, somewhere in private. Emma finds him during this and her questions spark a bit of a rant:

“—A monster, forevermore, am I?” He scoffs, but there’s no hiding the bitterness underneath the scorn. “I’ll give them unforgivable, I’ll—” He breaks off. He sighs. His shoulders fall, and he closes his eyes. No, he won’t. He and Emma both know that. He has changed, and isn’t that proof right there that he can’t even finish the thought? Resolution: Emma tells him that, or something like it. But words only do so much in situations like these. After a moment of thought, she offers some kind of opportunity to help the community, one where he’s doing tangible good, but probably isn’t the public’s punching bag. 

Bonus: His pirate tricks are what save lives in a confrontation with a bad guy, or end up being a game-changer in a “how do we stop the villain” strategy meeting. Just because he’s reformed doesn’t mean he’s been de-fanged >:)

(some of these were originally in the comments of the original announcement for this event (by @cosette141), but the character limit had other plans lol. seemed easier just to drop these in a post all their own)

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I want to know you. Pt. 2

Simon Riley x gender neutral reader

Warnings: none

(Your code name is fennec, like the fox :))

Summery: well you definitely got to know Simon better.

Would have written some more I think just didn’t know what to add, also didn’t wanna make it too long. But yeah I hope you like pt. 2 let me know your thoughts. (Respectfully please <3) (also I kinda proofread so plz ignore any errors)

Over the last few days he’s warmed up to me more. Following me closely wherever I go. Recently I’ve noticed this book he’s been reading in his spare time. “Ghost.” He cut me off. “I said you can call me Simon.” He said in a stern voice. “I’m sorry but I only know Ghost. Not Simon, remember?” “Right.” He groaned. “So Ghost, what are you reading?” “Oh umm East of Eden.” He stated in a low tone. I came closer to him and sat myself on the floor next to his chair. He looked nervous but pleased. “Read me something.” He looked down at me and I could see a small smile form under his mask, which made me smile. “Okay.” He opened the book up and seemed to search for a page he favored. He started. “A man, after he has brushed off the dust and chips of his life, will only have left only the hard, clean questions: was it good or was it evil? Have I done well-or ill?” I took it in for a moment, that And his deep, sultry voice. I don’t know him well but I will admit he is very attractive, at least what I have seen of him. “That’s beautiful Ghost. I suppose that is the question people need to ask themselves at the end of the day, especially people like us.” He looked down at me with his full undivided attention. “Yes, I wonder that sometimes, i'd like to think I’m doing the right thing, but who knows.”

Clearly this is something he thinks about. I can see it in his eyes that this question puzzles him and makes him think. For someone who wears a mask all the time, he still doesn’t seem to know that the eyes are the window to the soul.

During our days we spent countless hours tracking this ‘super important’ target, which he was but the way ghost talked about it while we were working made me laugh a little sometimes. He gets really hyper focused.

“Why are you giggling fennec? You need to be paying attention.” Ghost scolded.

“I’m sorry I am, it’s just funny watching you work sometimes it’s kinda cute.” I smiled.

“What?” The absolutely dumbfounded look he had on his face made me giggle.

“Will you please knock it off.” He said sternly.

“Yes I will, I’m sorry.” I smiled again trying to be serious. He turned his face away from me and started looking at the map on his little tablet, but I could see a small grin forming under his mask. It was pretty cute.

We did eventually find what we were looking for, this targets house. It took longer than we anticipated to find but we did. At this point we were ready to leave. I was hungry and tired, and ghost well he was being grumpy. That’s usually how he gets when he’s frustrated or tired. Something I had to get used to.

Later that night after dinner we had an actual conversation. Something I was NOT used to yet with him. At least when we weren’t working that is.

I sat down on the somewhat dusty old couch that was there, Simon sat across from me while he was working, trying to find some things out on our target. “Anything interesting?” I asked. He looked over at me. “No, not really.” “Damn.” I sighed. “Well why don’t you take a break then, there’s old movies down here and a tv. I was gonna watch one, do you want to?” He thought for a second. “Okay.” Is all he said. “You wanna pick one?” I asked. “No, you pick one.” He said, eyes never leaving me. Did I not notice this before? Has he always looked at me this much? “Okay.” I said standing and approaching the tv stand. I sat myself on my knees to look through the movies. As I sorted through them I could feel his gaze on me. Then I stopped at one movie. I held it up to him. “Ghostbusters?” I asked, smiling. He looked at the movie then at me. “Any reason in particular you picked this one?” He asked. “Uh no? I just like this movie.” I smiled again. “Fine.” Is all he said. I put the movie into the dvd player and sat myself down on the couch. Then I looked over at him still in the chair. “Why don’t you sit on the couch with me, so you can see the tv better.” He looked at me for a moment, and stood up. “Okay.” Is he nervous? I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nervous for anything. I watched as he approached the couch and sat down as far away as possible from me. So bold to confess, but too scared to sit next to me. He’s clueless. I just decided to start the movie and leave it be. After a while I scooted closer to him very slowly. I don’t wanna spook him, like a stray cat. Thankfully he didn’t really seem to notice or care. But eventually I was getting pretty tired. Sleep hit me hard. Id imagine I’ve been sleeping for awhile because when I opened my eyes again the credits were playing. I was laying on something, and that something was definitely ghost. I looked up and he was just staring at me, he quickly looked away and was still. “Oh shit I’m sorry Simon…” I caught myself preparing for him to scold me. But he didn't, he just sat still, saying nothing. I looked up at him, and smiled. “Oh that’s right I can call you that now.” He just nodded, still avoiding eye contact. I think was embarrassed that he got caught. I decided not to sit up. I just watched him for a moment and he finally looked down at me. He relaxed a bit when he did. I just looked into his eyes for a moment reading him so clearly. I could see just a hint of blush on his face that wasn’t covered by his mask. “ I wonder what’s hiding under there sometimes.” I touched his mask. He jerked back slightly. I pulled my hand away. His eyes softened. “Maybe one day you’ll know.” He said softly. I smiled. “I hope so.” I sat up slowly. “I really do wonder what you look like.” “Why?” He asked. “We’ll who wouldn’t Simon. There could be so many things hidden under that mask, and only you really know.” “Yes, I do. It’s nothing impressive.” “I might think it is. You could be the best looking man I’ve ever seen.” “Or the ugliest.” He said in a low tone. “I highly doubt that treasures are hidden for a reason.” “What do you think that reason is?” He asked. “People often take for granted what they didn’t have to work hard for to find.” “And you think that applies to me?” “I mean I guess so. You're like a locked box with an unknown key, so tangible but hard to get to. I think if I ever get to see who you really are in full that’s something I won’t take for granted.” He sat silently for a moment, his eyes softly looking at me. “I hope that’s how you really feel if you do ever find out.” “I think I will Simon.” We sat there quietly for a few minutes. Just taking in each other’s company. Before my drowsy mind started to hit me again. “ I think I need to go to bed Simon.” I said while stretching. “Yes, get good rest.” He stood up and held out his hand to me. I grabbed it and he pulled me up so I was standing right in front of him. He just stood there for a second looking at me, before letting my hand go. “Goodnight.” I smiled. “Goodnight Y/N.”

Over the rest of our stay he opened up a lot. He’s kind, and gentle when he wants to be. He tries but I think opening up still makes him nervous.

“So Simon, how do you like your tea?” He walked up behind me, his head peeking over my shoulder. “Lemon and honey, please.” He turned to walk away from me but I grabbed his hand to pull him back. “Show me how much so I don’t fuck it up in the future.” ‘In the future?’ He thought. “Alright.” I sat myself up on the counter next to the cups while I watched. “Only a little bit of honey, too much will ruin the flavor, same goes for the lemon,alright?” “Mhm, got it.” I hummed. I watched as he mixed in the slightest bit of honey, and just a tad of lemon juice.

When he was done he went to walk over to his chair to continue reading his book. “Wait Simon.” He stopped and turned back in my direction. “Yes?” I could see his brow rise from under his mask. “ I think I’ve made a decision.” He loomed a little closer and set his mug back down on the counter. “I’ve gotten to know you a lot better over the past few weeks, and we’re returning back to base tomorrow.” “Yes we are.” He came even closer. “And there’s a few more things I want to know about you before we go.” I said in a soft voice “Mhmmm.” “So I’m giving myself to you.” I say reaching my hand out to him. He grabbed my hand and moved so he was standing right between my legs. I came closer to his face and slowly lifted the bottom of his mask to reveal his lips. I pulled him in for a kiss and he practically melted into me. He placed his hands on my thighs and squeezed them. I pulled away slowly before the kiss could progress. I could see the desire and need in his eyes, I could see it since he confessed but it was very prominent now. “There’s one more thing I want to know before we continue.” He nodded slowly. I placed a finger under his mask. He grabbed my wrist like he was going to pull away but he didn’t. “This, I want to know. I want to see. I won’t tell anyone, I promise you.” I could see his thoughts rolling around in his head before his attention returned to me. “Okay.” He looked afraid, but he was trusting me to do this. I took my time removing the mask. My excitement was building, I let him see my face long ago before he even confessed, but I had yet to see his. When I removed the mask I was in awe, he was so beautiful. He looked worried, maybe he thought I was disappointed. I traced my hands over the scars on his face, his eyes fell shut. “You are so handsome Simon.” He opened his eyes again looking so surprised. He hastily lifted me off the counter, slung me over his shoulder. “Hey where are you taking me?” I squealed. “My bed.” He said firmly. “What?” “There’s some more things I wanna know about you too.” He teased. It made me blush. “Oh, okay…” I trailed off. I didn’t even know how to answer that.

[albenyx]

Hello im not sure if u are accepting request but huhu i hope there's thoma and ayato ver of that "love made me crazy"❤❤ i loveeee ur work!!!!! Tyyyyy

Love made me crazy

characters — ayato, thoma x fatui!reader

warnings: not proofread, grammatical errors, slight angst if u squint, also probably sucks and ayato is probs ooc

note: yes hello!! thank you for loving my work i try<33 thank you for the request as well bc omg i was just thinking about these two and i hope this meets your expectations sob

part one (diluc & kaeya)

stupid. that's what they felt, something was off about you that they knew, but they thought you'd be different

that you'd be gentle with their heart, making sure to take care of it. But you were here, in front of them, with a sword that's probably going to be used to assassinate them.

betrayal was something they weren't new to, they were aware it's possible to happen, how foolish of them to think that someone would love them for them— wait..

are you pointing your weapon in front of your own allies..?

— AYATO

ayato knew the moment you approached him there was a catch, amused by your confidence to approach the yashiro commissioner himself, he thought it wouldn't hurt to humor you HAH HE THOUGHT

getting side tracked with his goal, he in fact fell in love with you during the process of gaining your trust in exchange for his. it wasn't his intention, he just couldn't help it, you were incredible in his eyes, and so he fell for you.

that was a mistake, a huge mistake in his part, because here you stand in front of him with fatui agents behind you. betrayed, you betrayed him he thinks, noticing how you had a strong grip on your weapon

funny.. and here i thought i could trust you.

"[name] How could you-!" one of the guards that accompanied the commissioner speaks before pausing hesitantly "not to worry, i'll handle it." ayato murmurs to them, pulling out his sword

"what you did is certainly unforgivable, and i will not tolerate such dirty behavior even if you are— were my lover."

"i'm afraid you're gonna have to forgive me on this one, ayato."

just as ayato put his emotions to the side and prepared himself for a battle between the two of you, he finds himself dumbfounded at the scene of you pointing your weapon towards your allies with a dark look on your face

an agent attempts to strike you, and you barely managed to dodge the attack as you were pointing your weapon on another agent, and that's when a fight had began in front of the commissioner who looked like he was still processing the situation

he instantly snaps out of it at the sound of two weapons clashing, ayato sees you holding your weapon with both hands as an agent attempts to choke you with their own weapon that had ayato commanding the guards with him to assist you, before he himself comes to your rescue.

"thank you"

"i'd like an explanation later"

— THOMA

thoma never saw this coming, you looked so innocent, and so open that he never expected you to be one of the fatui never judge a book by its cover, sorry

but you stood there in front of him with a look on your face that he had never seen before was it all a lie? am I that stupid?

he wanted, he begged the archons that this was just a misunderstanding and that you weren't preparing your weapon to attack him, he hoped that there was a reason, a good one or that you were blackmailed into doing this

though as much as thoma would like to lie to himself about the situation, you were there, this is real, everything that's happening right now is real.

"[name]?" thoma could only stare at you disappointingly, scanning your face for any signs of fear, or explanation but you seemed unreadable as you turned to look away

he notices your grip on your weapon, tense, you're tense he realises and he couldn't feel any more relieved when you swing your sword to an agent attempting a surprise attack that almost backfired as a shield appears

looking towards Thoma you see him look at you in relief, before he runs towards you while signaling to the guards (that had been standing the whole time thoma processed the situation) to assist you both

"thank archons! you're—"

"yes I know, i'm sorry sunshine. but I'll explain myself after this okay?"

[voidthewanderer]

Do you have any writing tips? I feel so stupid. I've only written couple of one shots, and I'm planning on writing chapters, too. I just... Can't seem to write more than 2k at a time.

I am not articulate as I'd like to be and I just feel so stupid. 😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm probably not the best person to ask this, as I just... write. I don't worry about if someone's going to shit on me for having "too many descriptors" or "telling and not showing" or anything like that.

I also want you to bear in mind that I was reading Stephen King books by the time I was like six. I was on a higher reading and writing comprehension level than my classmates at a very early age, which probably did help me when I actually got into creative writing. (Please also note that I am not saying this to say that I’m smarter than other people, just that I read higher reading levels at a very early age)

If found that the things that help me best, outside of just write and read a lot:

Plot: Plotting doesn’t have to be big fancy brainstorm trees or essentially writing the entire story without actually writing it. It could even just be a simple flow of start -> rise -> climax -> fall -> end. And then you do small flesh outing from there. I personally do these I notebooks rather than on the computer.

Draft: I only do an editing draft; essentially just a first draft that I work on in Google Docs when I’m on the go. I ignore vocal quirks for when characters are talking, spelling and grammatical errors, don’t worry about the word count. I just write until I feel like it’s at a good point to stop. There’s no need to worry about over or under writing details because you’ll edit that stuff later.

Edit: I probably do editing a bit differently than everybody else does, because I have dedicated word documents for my stories rather than solely using Google Docs. I open the browser window side by side with the document that has the final write up, this way I also have easy access to go to old writings for character vocal quirks, websites to help with descriptors and actions, and overall just getting to reread over the work and make the changes I want. Add and remove content.

Proofread: REREAD YOUR WORK. Do this MANY times. Yes, you will get sick of it. But, if you’re anything like me, you will kick yourself if you find spelling and grammar mistakes that slipped through the cracks.

I wouldn’t worry about the word count or anything of that sort. Sometimes, you can get exactly what you want or need to get out in 1k words, and sometimes you need 5k. Length is hand in hand with the flow of a piece. If you read my story, Mnemonic Impressions, you can see that it’s stagnant after a certain point rather than flow. Whereas if you read Addicted, it has a flow. It’s all about how long you want to take to get to the ultimate climax of the story.

Something else that may help is when you see writing prompts? Even if you don’t actively take requests, just grab one that interests you and write! It’s a good exercise to get into the flow of writing.

You’re not stupid for not feeling like you know what to say or not being able to write over a certain amount of words. Writing is hard! Writing is very hard. I can tell you that I haven’t actually updated Mnemonic Impressions in nearly two years now because I’m stuck and don’t really know where to go next.

I know it sounds bullshit, but you sometimes just gotta keep your nose to the grindstone and keep pushing. If you gotta take a break every 2k words and then come back, do that! It’s all a matter of finding what works the best for you!

[strscrossed]

What are your Top Three Do's and Don'ts when it comes to Writing and generally what are some helpful tips you would give to new writers

ah! I always hesitate with this because there’s really no right way and everyone has their own style. I guess here are some that are more about the process! and because most of the advice I see I don’t necessarily agree with.

1) Do not: edit while you write. now this is really tempting to do but sometimes, it actually hinders the creative flow. because you’re going back and forth, doubting yourself instead of just writing it all down. there’s a whole editing process to follow but first, just write it down. rewrite later.

2) Do: read a lot! I think the biggest thing that helps as a writer is reading others. of course you’ll have your own style but different books and different genre’s can offer so much. like maybe fantasy can help with world-building. drama can help with tension and conflict. I’d say find books that you like and really take note of the things you liked and didn’t like.

3) Do not: force yourself to write! I know there’s a lot of advice that says “make yourself write even if it’s just a few paragraphs!” and while that might help with the skill, it doesn’t really help with creativity. honestly forcing yourself to write while in writer’s block is actually more detrimental. sometimes it’s good to take a break.

4) Do: write down your ideas! I know we may not end up writing every idea that we have but sometimes leaving small notes here and there can go a long way. personally I get a lot of good ideas in the middle of the night and if I don’t write them down, I’ll forget them the next morning. so even if it’s one or two words, write it down somewhere!

5) Do not: rush yourself! this sort of goes hand in hand with don’t force yourself to write when you’re not feeling it. a lot of the time you’ll make errors, you’ll stress yourself out, and it won’t be as fun if you rush. so take a deep breath and write at a comfortable pace. even if it takes you weeks just to write something,

6) Do: proofread and edit after you’ve finished the first draft. also yes, draft! go through one time, make notes of what you liked about what you wrote, what could be better, and what can be rewritten or changed. recently a friend told me that they color code their drafts and I thought that was seriously so helpful so I’ve started doing that.

I kept it more to the writing process because within writing itself, it really depends on what you do and don’t like. it’s individual preference. for example: my brain completely tunes out of there are paragraphs upon paragraphs of description about something. personally I like one to two paragraphs giving me just enough but leaving the rest up to my own imagination.

my biggest advice: JUST WRITE! don’t doubt yourself, just write your idea down if you have one. follow your muse! 😊

hope this is somewhat helpful.

[a-small-startup]

Bon Appétit

I haven't tumbled here in a while. I haven't written a story in a while. Not only that, but I look at old poems and think of storing them somewhere. I look at the ways in which I have narrated stories and I save them to watch later. I look at the scribblings at the back of my notebook, but before I could finish reading them, the to-do list from the front pages start haunting me. Furthermore, I open my laptop to look for some inspiration to write, you see I haven't written in a while. But then I lose the confidence to write. The “Tha ka dhi mi, tha ka ju nu” notes my roommate sings for the kids of her classical dance class rings in my head as I try to find a subject to write about. The tabs open in my laptop reminds me of the work I have to finish before the dawn of tomorrow, because Human Resources has asked me to finish tasks and have a new reporting format. But then I want to write. I want to write the same way Julia cooks in the film Julie and Julia; or is it Julia and Julie. It's my favourite film, and yet I keep forgetting the name.

I try to play a film in the background, some music that plays through my phone, Excel sheets and presentation decks, phone calls and emails. I'm multitasking, I tell myself. I've been multitasking for so many years, that somewhere I forgot how to perform just one task at a time.

I'm making tea and there's an episode of some random show playing in the background. I'm doing the laundry and there is music playing from my room. I'm bathing and in-between shampoo getting into my eyes and trying to balance on one foot I hear Sheldon Cooper explaining the theory of asymmetry.

I'm also a mental health professional, while I keep telling my clients to not google their symptoms, I struggle to restrain myself from self diagnosing.

The phone chimes and I know it's my best friend from miles away telling me her day went equally bad and at the end of the day we'll video call each other just to say “Life sucks (Exclamation point)”

I know I'm deviating from what I started writing about, I have no idea what I'm writing about. I think of sending the link to my partner once I finish posting this, but then there is a voice in the corner of my head that says I'll not post this, that I'll do Ctrl+A and click delete.

I know I shouldn't. It's after ages I decide to write, why shouldn't the world see it. At this point, you would be wondering why did I break into a new paragraph, do I have something to say? Am I changing the subject? Maybe yes. Because as I write this, I think of the first post I made somewhere in October 2017, and I can see the spelling and grammatical errors on that post. Not saying there aren't any now. By this time, all the above paragraphs have 5+ errors. The multiple grammar tools on my windows have come up, shooting red lines on the error. I ignore it for now. I can proofread much later.

So, what am I writing? I'm writing about not writing. I'm writing about having hated the urge to get my writing validated from strangers online, who have now become acquaintances. I'm writing about how my Instagram page is now non-existent and my Tumblr page had long died. But I will still shout to the world and tell them that I have gone back to writing, that I will write on a random day after a random period of time.

Adiós reader!