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forgeofthenine · 5 months

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Here's the awaited post about some tieflings in rut, please enjoy my brainrot about getting dicked down by tieflings :)

Full NSFW under the cut

Poly Dammon and Rolan NSFW rut headcanons

Pre-rut

So while in pre-rut they guys are protective, irritable, and just on the cusp of being unbearably horny

The entire time you find yourself pulled between the two hormone filled tieflings, either into Dammons bed or onto Rolans lap

Sometimes both of those things at the same time

They originally didn't have their ruts at the same time, you'd have about a month or so generally between to recover

But as the three of you spent more time dating, and as the two helped each other more often during their ruts, soon you'd find them slipping into rut as soon as the other did

Now, you also have to deal with two pre-rut tieflings for three or so days, at the same time

Dammon is a bit more apologetic about his behaviour, but it's just barely, and it doesn't stop him from growling at the mere sight of any man other than him or Rolan looking at you

Rolan has no apologies, he's more than happy to pull you against him at any opportunity, snapping at anyone who tries to interrupt and that includes Dammon

It's not even worth it to try and leave the house at this point, with one tiefling hanging off you and the other acting as your own personal guard dog

It doesn't stop when you sleep either, they both need to be touching someone, and if they can't have you snuggled between them then you bet the two of them are snuggling each other

A common occurrence is waking up to the feeling of one or both kissing the bare skin on your neck, shoulders, and collarbones

They really can't get enough

By time you've gotten through a couple days of this, Dammon is already dragging you both to his bed finally

He's been watching Rolan grinding against you for the past two days, and the both of you just look so good right now

It's this impatience that sends them both into full rut right then, so I hope you're prepared

You might want to prep some water and snacks to put beside your bed

In rut

These two are surprisingly good at sharing you while in rut, and they definitely have a bit of a routine going so that everyone leaves satisfied

After what was essentially multiple days of foreplay, it's no surprise when both of them want to get straight to the point

Rolan will have you straddling him as you're sat in his lap, hard cock resting against your thigh as he captures your lips in a kiss

Dammon will be behind you, grinding against your ass as he litters kisses down your neck and shoulders

All three of you are breathless when Rolan lays back against the headboard, easing you down onto his cock with Dammons hands helping steady you by your hips

It takes all his will to not buck his hips up into yours immediately, Dammon being the one that leads the pace even during rut

The way Dammon grinds against you guides you to roll your own hips against the tiefling under you

The two of you revel in Rolans whines and moans as he tries to grab at your hips and Dammons hands that cover them

The entire time Dammon is praising the both of you, soon his breeding kink slips in as it turns to him teasing you both about how you're going to leave this room carrying one of their kids

The tieflings talk about knocking you up only spurs on Rolan, and soon you're dripping with his cum and pulled away so Dammon can have you

It's only then that Rolan finds his voice for something other than whining, caressing your face and making barbed remarks about you being a 'good little thing' for them both

His hands and tail easily soothe you as Dammon has his way with you, so overcone after waiting for so long to have you, worked up into a frenzy

Dammon himself is pulling your hips back against him with every thrust, ribbed cock stretching you out further despite having already taken Rolan

The two continue this dizzying treatment until Dammon finally stills within you, leaving you feeling filled and exhausted beyond belief

There's no need to worry though, after giving you water and making you comfortable, the two men are happy to give you a rest and take care of each other for a round

It's quite the sight watching as Dammon tops Rolan, easily bending the wizards body to his will as he takes him roughly

The two love it if you reach a hand over to wrap around Rolans ridged cock, you and Dammon pleasuring him until his cum litters his chest and stomach

It's only after they've both had their fill, rounds after rounds of you all switching positions, that they're finally ready to attempt to clean up before falling asleep

And every time they're in rut you know you're in for days of the undivided attention of your two favourite tieflings

And none of you would have it any other way

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thefrogdalorian · 19 days

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Nowhere Else To Run

Din Djarin x GN!Reader

Summary: Despite the fact that sharing a cabin with you and Grogu on Nevarro has given him the peaceful life he was searching for, Din cannot escape the nightmares of his past which haunt him most nights.

Although he feels unworthy of your love, the only time things make sense is when you take him in your arms and dutifully put his pieces back together. Even on nights when he feels he does not deserve it.

Word Count: 3.4k ✯ Rating: Teen ✯ Content Warnings: ✯ PTSD, nightmares, descriptions of canon-typical violence, survivor's guilt, Din feeling unworthy of love, Din's violent past, reader's hands described as being smaller than Din's. Author's Note: I created my blog six months ago, so here is a little Din drabble to celebrate. Title is taken from 'All These Things That I've Done' by The Killers (which is so Din coded) and I also listened to 2 Rocking Chairs by Jon Bellion a lot recently, so that might have inspired some of this too! Really hope you enjoyed it and here's to many more months of Din Djarin brainrot ☺︎

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On the nights he startles awake, haunted by the nightmarish, twisted visions of the worst things he has done, he is certain that he does not deserve you. With all his evil deeds laid bare as his mind plays cruel tricks on him, Din Djarin remains convinced that he could live a thousand lifetimes and never be worthy of your love.

His eyelids fly open as his bare, muscular chest heaves. His golden skin is covered with a sheen of sweat. Din raises a trembling hand to wipe the moisture from his furrowed brow. Disorientated and afraid in the darkness.

His sharpened senses, honed thanks to his previous life as a bounty hunter, begin to function with all the effectiveness which once led to him being deemed the best in the parsec. He cringes as he remembers his narcissism, disgusted by how dishonourable it was to take pride in such an epithet.

First, Din feels your presence at his side. A warm mass of flesh in the dark, coldness of the night. So close that he could reach out and touch you if only he were not petrified that doing so would shatter your beauty. He yearns to draw comfort from you. Yet, he is too afraid to bring you down to his level, to defile your splendour.

Then, Din hears your soft snores. Truthfully, the sweet sounds you make are not quite snores at all. Merely the even, shallow sounds which indicate that you are peacefully resting. He relaxes slightly, relieved that his unwanted awakening has not disturbed you.

Emboldened by your continued slumber, Din sits up and gazes at you. Your stunning features are barely illuminated by the faint moonlight which streams in through an ill-fitting blind, yet even such a simple glimpse leaves him overwhelmed by your beauty.

As he quietly watches you, Din wonders what he could have done to deserve you in a past life. He certainly is not worthy of you in this one.

How could someone as wicked and treacherous as he ever be worthy of the love you envelop him in each day of your lives?

The guilt creeps in, then. It snakes its horrifying tendrils around Din's entire being and suffocates him under the weight of his regret and his pain.

He feels guilty that he has even found himself in a position to receive love like this in the first place. Especially after everything he has done, all the pain he has caused and contributed to.

Din wonders whether it is cruel to keep you around. To have intertwined his life with yours in the way he has. Surely you deserve someone better than him.

Inviting you to move in with him changed so much for Din. It deepened and strengthened his relationship with you while opening him up to experiences he had missed for much of his life. How to share space with someone else, to show affection and receive it in return.

Sharing a bunk with someone for the first time meant Din could not continue outrunning his past. It was a race that had begun decades prior on the day he lost everything on Aq Vetina, a marathon which continued well into adulthood.

The race was almost won when Din took the job that changed his life and led him to Arvala-7 in the hunt for the bounty who eventually became his son.

Yet it wasn’t until Din found you that he had finally crossed the finish line.

He still remembered the horrified look in your eyes when he awoke for the first time in your presence, thrashing and screaming as the night terrors plagued him. Terrified by the haunting visions that made his past as vivid as though it was happening right before him.

The nightmares are indiscriminate when they strike. Extensive in their scope.

In slumber, Din is confronted with the shameful jobs he took from the most reprehensible individuals in the galaxy, reminded of the ego he once possessed.

He relives how readily he hunted people for his gain, collecting bounties without a care for who he hurt. Who was he to be the law? To be judge, jury and, on occasion, executioner? Din is pained at the memory of the life of sin he led.

Din sees the job on Alzoc III in harrowing detail. The unspeakable acts of violence he had a hand in. As much as he tries to downplay his role and blame the atrocities on the disgusting band of crooks he ran with at the time, deep down, Din knows that he was a willing participant in the barbarity.

He replays the moment when, in a cruel, unforgiving tone, the gold-helmeted woman he had always idolised coldly informed him that he was a Mandalorian no more. Din is tormented time and again by the knowledge that he rendered himself an apostate in the eyes of the people who saved him; who taught him how to live. Being a Mandalorian and swearing the Creed were the only things aside from violence Din had truly ever been successful at. Walking The Way of the Mandalore was the only thing which had brought him anywhere close to achieving inner peace.

But most chillingly of all, Din is reminded of the gravest transgression of his life. An act of cruelty he knows that he will never truly forgive himself for committing, for as long as he lives.

Night after night, Din is haunted by how he had given up the child you both adore beyond comparison, who sleeps peacefully next door, to the Empire for the measly sum of a camtono of Beskar.

Was that truly all Grogu’s life was worth?

Of course, Din knows that there is no sum in the entire galaxy which would prove comparable to how Grogu has enriched his life.

Even though Din has seen the error of his ways, as he thinks back across the decades and counts his mistakes, Din Djarin knows that he is not a good man.

Yet, somehow, he has found you.

You are the greatest blessing to happen to him, matched only by his son.

He thinks of the way you still look at him with such love in your eyes, even after knowing the atrocities he committed in a past life; it almost embarrasses him to be loved in such a manner.

Somehow, Din has secured your unconditional love. A fact which proves every now and then, both suns shine on a womp rat’s tail. That even the most undeserving of rodents can occasionally have the greatest of fortunes.

Even when the terrors overcome him, you have never contemplated deserting him. No matter how dark and disgraceful the visions he divulges to you are.

When he wakes up yelling for his parents or screaming for Grogu, whom he is momentarily convinced the Empire have recaptured, you are always there to reassure him and to hold him while he sobs; to kiss his pain away with a touch of your soft lips against his tear-streaked cheeks.

Even knowing all he has done, you still look at him as though he is responsible for hanging all the stars which twinkle in the sky above your cabin on Nevarro.

Din recalls evenings spent on the porch with you outside the unassuming cabin you share by the lava flats of Nevarro. Watching the sun set beneath the horizon as he holds your smaller hand in his, while he admires how your hands fit together as they rest on his lap. He thinks about how smooth your skin is there, how it is so unlike the calloused roughness of his own.

You are softness and humanity in the face of his wickedness.

A wave of nausea overcomes him. Din is stricken by an overwhelming urge to get away from you. To put some distance between himself and you before he corrupts you with his immorality once more.

He ponders that perhaps he will find some relief on the porch in the dead of night. A solitary figure, save for his thoughts and the ghosts that haunt him. Sitting in total silence, apart from the bugs which chirp in the distance, is an appealing prospect.

So Din slowly swings his legs off the edge of the bunk, careful not to disturb you. He cringes at the way the sheets rustle. It is a minor offence compared to the many sins Din has already committed. Still, he does not want to add disturbing your peace to that list.

He sighs in the darkness as he perches on the edge of the bunk, a forceful exhale which causes his shoulders to droop when he realises you are still sleeping soundly. Din is relieved that you are unaware of his distress.

He is tantalisingly close to the door when the moment of solace is cruelly snatched away. His careful steps across the wooden floor were evidently not soft enough.

The gentle sound of your voice cutting through the darkness stops him in his tracks. Din turns to face you.

“Din?” you whisper, voice thick and husky with sleep.

The wave of guilt that washes over him is immediate. It threatens to wash him away, to drown him.

“Go back to sleep, cyare,” Din shakily responds, hoping he sounds convincing to someone so attuned to his every mannerism.

“Did you have another nightmare?” you ask, clearly unconvinced by his display.

Din Djarin may be many things, but he is not a liar.

Even under the merciful cover of darkness, when he would not have to look you in the eye as he skirted around the truth, he cannot bring himself to lie to you.

“Yes,” Din finally responds. His voice cracks as he struggles under the pressure of admitting his weakness.

The light is on before he can protest, and you rise from the bed before he can insist that there is no need. Din blinks rapidly for a few seconds as his retinas adjust to the rude intrusion into the darkness.

When his eyes finally focus, you are standing right before him, already moving to gather him into your arms.

It is strange to him, this notion that he ever needed someone to pick him up and dutifully put his shattered pieces back together. A human needing repairs is an alien concept to Din Djarin. While he has always been adept at finding and fixing faults in his impressive arsenal and starships, he was never able to identify his weaknesses and repair himself. Until he found his Clan.

It wasn't until Din saved the kid that he realised he had been running from something for his entire life. Since that terrible day, when he watched over his father's shoulder as the bodies of his neighbours hit the dusty floor. Crumpled heaps, which used to be people until moments ago, were clad in the same distinctive red robes as him. The terror he felt as his parents ran through the streets, determined to save him, their only son.

On his worst days, Din wonders if their sacrifice was worthwhile. He frets over what they would think if they could see what became of their precious boy. Whether they would be disappointed to see the life he followed. A life of such violence, such mercilessness.

Your warm presence against him, as you take him into your arms, snaps him back to the present. Din willingly melts into your embrace, relishing the human contact.

“Talk to me, Din,” you whisper as you hold him to your chest.

When you run your fingers through his hair, he loses all composure and breaks down into small sobs. Din shudders in your arms as you trail soothing fingers through his hair with one hand and rub your hand in circles on his back with the other.

“I don’t deserve you,” he eventually murmurs, voice quivering.

Din feels the way you shake your head. You gently place your hand underneath his chin and tilt his face up. Din's eyes meet your gaze and he notices how your eyes are full of concern for him. He can hardly look at you, feeling mortified at being studied like this.

Allowing himself to be vulnerable like this is still so fresh to him. To have his soul laid bare like this is uncomfortable and unnatural.

“You are not the worst things you have ever done, Din,” you whisper as you gently wipe the tears he was unable to prevent trailing a hot path down his cheek with your fingertips, “You cannot change the past. I know that you are a good man, Din, and I love you. All of you. You would not be the man that I adore without those parts of you. For better or worse, they shaped you into the man you are today.”

Din trembles under your gaze, under the weight of your words. Unsure whether he can allow himself to accept the unconditional love you offer so readily to him, time and again.

The tears stream steadily down his cheeks, as you continue to soothe his soul:

“In you, I see a caring father. A considerate man who will do anything to protect his Clan. A fearless Mandalorian warrior who has turned his fighting prowess towards a more noble endeavour. To rid the galaxy of any threats, to build a better life for your son. That is an honourable undertaking, Din.”

“I am not an honourable man,” he scoffs, instantly rebutting such a compliment. He is far too undeserving of such praise.

“You are,” you sigh, gently stroking his cheek with your thumb. There is such tenderness in your gaze and in how you touch him that he struggles to keep his emotions at bay. His bottom lip trembles at your next words, “Your life is not defined by your most evil deeds. I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I adore you, Din. There is so much of you that is loveable.”

Din sighs. In his current mental state, he is unable to believe your words. Unable to let them sink in, to find solace in your reassurances. He looks away from you, shaking his head in a silent response.

When he finally feels able to find your gaze again, he watches as something shifts in your eyes. A tether of patience snaps.

There is a firmness in your tone the next time you address him.

“Do you know how empty our lives would be without you? How much the little boy in the other room adores you?" you plead in an exasperated tone. "He’s asleep right now, surrounded by a mountain of plushies that his father bought for him because even though you intimidate most you come into contact with thanks to your appearance, I have seen firsthand that, beneath your armour, you have a pure heart. And you are wrapped around each one of his little green talons.”

At the mention of his son, Din cannot help the way his lips curve upwards, the ghost of a smile crossing against his features. A welcome respite from the tortured look he has worn since he awoke from his nightmare.

“Grogu adores you, Din. He idolises you. You would do anything to secure his happiness,” you nod, “And mine. How lucky am I to know a love like that?”

“I do love you," Din nods, "And I’m going to spend the rest of my life taking care of both of you,” Din vows, the cracks in his voice replaced with steely determination.

Din notices the way you seem to loosen at his words, knowing that the man you know and love is gradually returning to you. His insecurities and devastation have been replaced by his determination to protect you from anything in the galaxy which could harm you.

“Then, let’s get some more rest, honey,” you whisper as you press a soft kiss onto Din’s stubbly cheek.

Din nods and laces his fingers with yours, allowing you to lead him the few steps back to the bunk you share. He slides underneath the covers, watching you as you round the bunk to join him. Once you have slid beneath the sheets, you turn the light off and plunge the room back into darkness.

Yet, the darkness which permeated every atom of Din Djarin’s being has vanished. He can only see the light now. The way your love illuminates every part of his life. How unrelenting, yet not overbearing, the way you adore him is.

Especially when you gently encourage him to roll over on his side so you can wrap your arms around his tight waist and nuzzle into the centre of his back. Your nose and mouth nestled between his broad shoulders.

Din lets out a sigh of contentment.

In your arms, there is tranquillity. The necessary remedy which soothes his anguished spirit.

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Later, when Grogu is finally sleeping soundly after another long day of being doted on by his parents, Din finally makes it to his intended destination. Although he tried to reach the porch in the middle of the night, he would rather be here now. Especially since you are by his side, sitting next to him. It is a moment of rest after a hectic day spent entertaining a hyperactive Force-sensitive toddler with a voracious appetite.

With your presence in his life, Grogu has only continued to flourish. Din’s chest swells with pride as he thinks of his son's progress and all the milestones he has reached. Din knows that being a good father to Grogu is the most important role he will ever fulfil. He treats it with as much seriousness as such a responsibility warrants.

But Grogu is asleep.

Now, it is just Din and you. He smiles as he looks at your hands together, and appreciates how your fingers are intertwined. Din relishes the comfort he draws from your physical presence. He feels soothed by the knowledge that he has hidden nothing from you, that you can still love him regardless of his past transgressions.

Din looks out across the landscape towards the rolling volcanic hills of Nevarro, dusted a pale pink and orange colour in the fading light of dusk. He thinks about how he will grow old with you here in this little cabin. If fate grants him such an honour.

He cannot help but smile as he thinks about how you will sit out here on this very porch, holding hands with each other. When his patchy facial hair is flecked with grey and even when it is entirely white. When the wrinkles on his face are as lined and drawn as the crevices which scar the surface of Nevarro. Perhaps Grogu will be old enough to run around by then. Maybe he will have gained the gift of speech.

Regardless, even many rotations from now, Din knows with absolute certainty that he will still think you are the most beautiful sight in the galaxy. Even after years of adoring each other, he will still wonder how he was ever so lucky to be worthy of your love.

Din is excited to spend the rest of his life proving to you that he is the good man you repeatedly inform him you still see, even amongst all his flaws. It is a heavy task, yet one he relishes. Love had terrified him for so much of his life. When he discovered its beauty, he was determined to make up for lost time.

It is a heavy thought that he may never exhaust his capacity and reach the depths of all the love he has realised he possesses.

For now, though, Din turns his head to look at you, a soft smile lighting up his face as the sunset illuminates his features. The colour has returned to his cheeks. You return the gesture, gently sweeping your thumb across the back of his hand.

In the fading light, your face glows golden, only accentuating your beauty. Din wonders again how he was ever so lucky to know a love like this.

Except now, he does not doubt that he deserves it.

Now, Din Djarin allows his chest to be flooded with the warmth he feels when he embraces your love.

He accepts it, even after all the things that he’s done.

#din djarin fic #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #mando x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fluff #din djarin angst #pedro pascal characters #my fics #cannot believe it has already been 6 months where does time go eh!

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beloved-blaiddyd · 25 days

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I LOVEEEE DOG GALLIGAR I NEED MORE

please read the rules and regulations next time anon cuz I'll ignore asks that don't follow format. Anyways I'm a big gallagher simp so I can't ignore a humble request. here's a quick sketch of farmer!reader and (yandere utc) dog!gallagher + extra brainrots cooked up 1 AM cuz I just finished a school output

Domestic Fluff/Crack:

You rarely buy chocolate after taking Gallagher in. Not because you're worried that the canine might randomly eat some and get a "lethal" dose— but because he simply looks disgruntled whenever you take a bite. He went on quite a long tangent about how it doesn't taste that great and you would much rather not hear it a second time.

In your first week together, you might've gone overboard and bought every dog care product you could think off. Gallagher heartily laughed when he saw you bought one of every shampoo— and then his heart dropped when you pulled out a pet razor next in the shopping bag. Needless to say, his silence saved his skin. Or well, in this case, fur.

You often pondered over the ethics of having a half-human in your home. It's not that you treat him poorly or bar him from opportunities elsewhere, but you remind him from time to time that he can leave the farm if he wants to. In which, he would either a) put a hand on your shoulder and earnestly decline or b) joke about how he's going to bite you if you ask again.

Speaking of jokes, he never tells you about his past— which was a decision you respected. However, it's become an inside joke for the two of you to make up his backstory and how you met. When your traveler friend Boothill once came to visit, you both told him that Gallagher was actually an ex-police dog who decided he's tired of snitching where the drugs were when "it's always hidden in cushions anyways". When the local innkeeper Siobhan asked where did he come from, he said he was once a bartender— and you made a convincing follow-up that it was the reason behind his distaste for SoulGlad. He even shocked everyone when he had the skills to back that lie up. You swear that every time, the story and people's reactions become more and more priceless.

Yandere:

But not everyone is elusive of his true nature.

That's why he hates whenever your neighbor "Sunday" visits.

Gallagher doesn't want it to happen, but that man seems to always discern the facade he's putting on. He doesn't like it at all. He always had to hold back a sharp stare and a growl whenever he's around. But that man. That hawk...

Why does he always cling to you like a pest?

He knows- he knows you're friends with him and that Robin girl since childhood- but shouldn't those numerous interactions suffice? Why does HE keep stealing your time together? That Sunday is a hybrid himself— he should know that someone has already marked this household territory.

Still, that bird perches on your porch, greeting you with a smile that you'll reciprocate. But the cunning glimpses he sends Gallagher indicates that they equally find the other person bothersome.

"What're you doing here?" Gallagher scoffed. "Don't you have a Family to go back to?"

Sunday smiled politely, though with how his hands are always hidden from the dog's view, he can only guess that it's clenched in a tight fist.

"And you don't?"

"(Y/n) is my Family."

"Before they were yours, they were mine."

That caught Gallagher's attention.

... Isn't that technically the truth? Even without papers, isn't the bond you, Robin, and that fiend share essentially a strong familial bond? He had only heard snippets in town and from yourself, but you three had known each other almost since birth.

So... What does that make him?

A pet?

A hound?

A friend?

A partner?

Or a mere passing memory?

Despite these thoughts, he steeled his resolve and shook his head, subconsciously holding his neck. There's no collar. Nothing that physically binds him to you. And, for reasons he didn't quite placed at the time, he hated the sensation of freedom.

He hated being free.

He hated being detached from you.

"With what to prove, huh?" Gallagher snarled. "Leave. They're asleep. Don't bother them today— or ever again."

He volunteered to patrol for the next nights to hide his insomnia. Gallagher did not understand where most these emotions stemmed from. Why would he wish to be shackled when he just got himself out or a cage? You were kind enough to supply him with basic necessities and allow him to do whatever he wants after work is done— so why this emptiness?

But when he came back home at dawn after unlocking the door with the spare key you gave him— he got his answer.

He felt his feet drag him to your door. Before he could even process what was happening, Gallagher was seated at a nearby chair, tenderly caressing your face.

This was the answer he was looking for. The raison d'etre. All resolved under three words:

"You... I want you."

And for a while, that was enough.

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normal-thoughts-official · 7 days

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so i just got to the scene where gale says that he'd like to introduce his LI to tara with a homecooked meal and the bladeweave brainrot is bad rn because i just know Wyll Fucking Ravengard would take that shit so seriously. he shows up to gale's tower armed with 5 different types of tressym-friendly wine (if ranger he knows what qualifies because he's a ranger, if warlock he knows what qualifies because he kept pestering mizora for the knowledge and wouldn't take no for an answer). each of them has a different flavor profile so he can maximize his chances of getting something tara would like. he's wearing his best suit, i'm talking wedding levels of fancy here, and gale is in his dumb little robes with his dumb little apron fully intending for this to be a homey low profile event but no such thing when Wyll Fucking Ravengard is on a mission to impress his beloved and his loved ones and his pet. that 17 rizz has never been put to use harder than it was when he introduced himself to "gale's best friend, the one who made sure he was still cherished and beloved before I had the honor to meet him. from the bottom of my heart, thank you. and might i say you look lovely this evening". he's at his absolute smoothest while talking with this fucking winged cat and no one will convince me otherwise. inside he's sweating and tara can literally smell his fear but that only makes her like him more because she knows it means wyll 1- loves gale, and 2- understands the depth of the bond the two of them share. this post started out funny but genuinely wyll canonically loves animals and you know whatever's important to you is automatically important to him and gale's... unconventional attachment to tara probably got him raised eyebrows more than once but wyll doesn't even consider not seeing this cat as a fully fledged individual who's extremely important to both of them. him thanking her for taking care of gale is wholeheartedly genuine. he is probably the first non-gale human she's liked since elminster and he is exactly as proud of that achievement as gale had hoped

#all of that is to say. i like them a normal amount #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 #wyll ravengard #gale dekarios #bladeweave #tara the tressym #tara bg3 #overflowing trashcan

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haespoir · 11 months

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dive into you: mkl.

cave me in, part two!

⨯ pairing: plug!mark x reader

⨯ word count: 1.7k

⨯ summary: mark makes it clear that he wants more than being just your plug. he won't stop until you're his.

⨯ warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), more suggestive content... uh that is it i believe

⨯ playlist: better, khalid / snooze, sza / mmmh, kai

⨯ extra content: part one

⨯ a/n: okay... i tried to work on my writing a bit here, but i'm not sure how i feel about it? i said i would work on describing the setting more but it slipped my mind... so next thing i post.. I SWEAR I WILL WORK ON IT!! anyways, ty @markonthemoon for dealing with my brainrot surrounding plug!mark :3 any feedback is very appreciated ♡

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The next morning you wake up on a bare chest. For a moment, you feel the panic begin to bubble in your chest. Now, you weren’t a prude or anything, but one-night stands were just not something that you were into. Before you can fully panic, you feel the person below you stir awake.

“Good morning.” Mark’s raspy voice goes straight to your heart. It was something that you wouldn’t mind hearing every morning. It was so different from his regular speaking voice; you can feel yourself falling into him more and more. It doesn’t help that the morning sun is looking down on the two of you; it feels so intimate.

“Morning,” you mumble, opting to bury your face in his neck. You might just explode on the spot if you made eye contact with him. However, this causes Mark to let out a groan, and it’s one that you can feel in his chest. Unknown to you, the male had been awake far longer than you had. Now, Mark was no hopeless romantic, but he swore that night with you had changed him. Maybe it was just the weed in his system. He wasn’t sure.

It was like you were a sweet, comforting rain that he had accumulated over time. You drenched him wave after wave until he felt like he was drowning until he felt that he couldn’t handle it anymore. But oddly enough, he doesn’t fight it. He doesn’t want to fight it. Without hesitation, he willingly dives into you.

His peaceful morning was enough proof that it wasn’t just a one-time thing–– not to him. With you in his arms, all his worries felt far away. There was nothing that felt better than waking up like this. Though there was one thing that seemed to gnaw at his mind… Did you share this sentiment?

After weeks of knowing you, Mark realized that you weren’t much of a smoker at all. It was almost confusing. The small containers of weed on your desk were enough proof; they were all things you had bought from him, and while he found the way you wrote each strain and the date it was purchased endearing, he couldn’t understand why you hadn’t smoked it. You definitely smoked; the number of times he tasted you on the shared blunt the night before was proof of that. You would rather die than admit that many of the times you bought from Mark were purely due to attraction, not because you actually needed anything.

“I actually don’t smoke a lot,” you had said the night before. “I prefer edibles. I just keep that for special occasions with friends.” Is that what the hook-up was? A special occasion with a friend? That thought tormented Mark. There was no way that he was going to let you slip through his fingers now that he had you. You weren’t going to be able to escape him.

Even after the awkward breakfast the two of you shared in your quiet apartment, Mark wasn’t scared. In fact, he was more bold. There were so many nights where you found yourself sitting in his passenger seat, his hand on your thigh as he drove around aimlessly. So many nights where he just held you in the dark, the smell of weed permeating your clothes when he dropped you off in the morning.

It wasn’t just the weed that seemed to linger on your clothes either. Mark’s cologne was always stuck on you. So much so, that when Haechan had seen you one day for lunch, he had scrunched his nose at the sight of you.

“You smell like Mark,” he had said, raising an eyebrow in suspicion. “Making moves on the weed man, are you?”

You had pretended to be wounded at his words, a cheeky grin on your lips. “This is what you wanted, no?” As much as Haechan wanted to wipe that annoying grin off your face, he knew you were right. He couldn’t count how many times Mark had asked him about you. The poor man was obsessed with you, and Haechan just couldn’t stand the way you both seemed set on ignoring your feelings. So he made sure to plant small ideas in Mark’s mind.

“Didn’t they say they liked marshmallows?”

So that’s where those extra marshmallow treats came from.

“I hear they’re stressed, maybe you should go check on them.”

Mark was texting you instantly, asking if you wanted to try a new strain with him. It also seemed that someone was lowering the price of your edibles without you knowing.

Now, the gummy bear idea was one entirely of his own. And he felt proud of that. Though he would never admit to you that he also enjoyed the clear gummy bears. But he would never eat a clear gummy bear if it meant he could see that adorable smile on your face.

And it seemed Haechan’s hints and pushing seemed to work because almost a month later you show up to a party, Mark following closely behind. It was like a moth to a flame; wherever you went, Mark was not far behind. Haechan wasn’t prepared to see the way he hovered around you; it made him want to barf. A pair of lovesick fools, that’s what he had called the two of you.

He wasn’t wrong. While the two of you weren’t necessarily private with the relationship you had going on, it didn’t mean you were actively showing each other off. This is why it comes as a shock to many people to see Mark basically wrapped around your finger.

“Is this what you meant by hard launch?” His question has you rolling your eyes. The male had spent at least 30 minutes before you had walked into the house marking up your neck in his car. The way you had proudly displayed the love bites on your neck made him swell with pride. You were his, even without the labels.

“That’s for social media,” you say, a small laugh slipping past your lips when he pouts. “Should I post a picture of you sucking on my neck like a leech on Instagram? Since you want a hard launch?”

This only makes him pout even more, his arms wrapping around your waist. Without warning, he’s nipping at the previous marks he made on your throat. “If it means more PDA, I’m not complaining.”

“You’re a dork,” you say, pulling away to cup his cheeks. “There’s never been a limit on the PDA.” To prove your point, you press your lips to his, ignoring the way the few people around you cheer the two of you on. Almost instantly, Mark reacts to your kiss. He’s pulling you closer; it was like close wasn’t close enough for him. It never was, and you’d have to agree.

When you finally separate, it’s like he’s taken all the air out of your lungs. You’re trying to catch your breath when he presses his forehead against yours, his whisper ghosting over your lips. “God, I am so into you. It’s driving me crazy.”

“Sorry,” you mumble. But you weren’t sorry at all, you both knew this.

He chuckles at your words, stealing a quick kiss. “Can we get out of here? Please, puppy?”

You hated that the nickname had stuck; it was a nickname that sent butterflies straight to your stomach, especially when he looked as delicious as he did now. “We can do whatever you want, my love.”

Mark swears he’s dizzy with how much he wants you, and he’s someone who doesn’t need to be told anything twice. The two of you quickly disappear from the party, throwing half-hearted goodbyes at your friends before you guys slip away into the night.

You find yourself in the back of Mark’s car, smoke filling the spaces between the two of you. Even if the space was a bit cramped, nothing could stop Mark from pulling you into his lap. He loved holding you there. His fingers would drift, tickling your waist every now and then. He was such an affectionate person. If anything, you were the one going crazy.

But even with the affection, you found yourself scared. Riding the high, you decide there’s no better time to get answers out of Mark. Anything to settle your racing heart.

“Is there anyone else you’re with?” Your question is barely audible, the fear of his answer weighing heavily on you. It felt ridiculous to ask, knowing that there was realistically no time for Mark to be seeing anyone else. But you had to be sure, just to get rid of those small voices.

“I’m just with you right now,” he says, reassuringly squeezing your waist. “It’s always just been you.”

This makes your heart flutter, and you can feel the warmth decorating your cheeks. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Mark.

“God, you look so good right now,” he groans. “I could devour you.”

“Oh yeah?” You raise a brow at his statement, taking the chance to tease him. “I think I would look even better under you.”

Mark swears you can’t be real. There’s no way that you’re real. Surely you are just some figment of his imagination. No one was this perfect. But even Mark has to show a bit of self-restraint every now and then.

“Unfortunately, there’s no room for that back here,” he replies. And while you were teasing, you know that Mark is serious with the way he’s looking at you.

“We can always go back to my place.” You’re teasing him again. It’s going to be the end of him, especially with the way that you twirl his hair around your finger. And when you tug on his hair? Mark swears any rational thought he has is gone.

Removing you from his lap hurts, and the drive back to your place is even more painful. For once, your hand is on his thigh. You’re pinching and squeezing him; it’s nearly impossible for him to stay focused. When you guys get to your place, there are nearly no words spoken as you two blindly navigate your apartment. You were too caught up in each other; you could worry about the clothes you leave littering the floor later.

And when you wake up in the morning, your ear pressed against Mark’s bare chest once again, you swear there’s nothing better than this.

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the-writer-arrived · 6 months

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At Your Service, Master

Synopsis: you stand in front of your lover in a rather... unexpected outfit. how does he react?

Character: diluc ragnvindr.

Warnings: afab!fem!reader; not full on smut, but borderlining it LMAO; established relationship (marriage).

A/N: another diluc brainrot provided by a certain friend of mine. i might make another version of this for wriothesley, but idk.

<<This work has adult themes and is not suitable for minors. If you click on read more, I am not responsable for any discomfort you may feel reading this. You have been warned.>>

You have no idea how long you've been staring at the door of Diluc's office, but it's probably been quite a lot time already.

You're torn between grasping at the earlier boldness that made you wear this skimpy outfit or letting the embarrasment consume you and give up on this whole 'seducing my husband to make him pay attention to me' plan.

Honestly, you've never once imagined yourself wearing something so revealing like this: the top hugs your figure perfectly, but it barely covers your chest with such a low cut; the skirt? The tiniest piece of cloth you've ever seen! In what world would that be considered a 'maid' outfit?!

You try not to think too much about the knowing wink Adelinde sent you when she gave you the package, and then basically banned everyone from being around Master Diluc's office for the rest of the day.

...

'Screw it, I already got this far.'

You knock on the door, gathering as much courage as possible, before you step inside the room.

Inside, you see your beloved husband, who you haven't seen in a good while despite living under the same roof and sharing the same bed. His complexion bears clear signs of fatigue and stress, which you fear he may been neglecting his well-being.

"Leave the documents at the pile over there, Elzer. I shall take a look at them in a minute."

The tiredness is also present in his voice and the way his eyes don't leave the papers before him.

"I didn't come here to deliver documents, though."

If you weren't so nervous, you would have laughed at the myriad of emotions your lover expressed in less than a second. The deep frown faded the moment he recognized your melodic voice, empty gaze lighting up like the stars and the warm smile growing on his lips freeze in place when he finally looks at you.

Knowing how shy the man can be, especially regarding his beatiful wife, you were certain Diluc would be red as a tomato when you show up in front of him, in an outfit far more revealing than anything you've wore before. Much to your surprise, however, he isn't. In fact, he's staring so intensely at you that you begin to second guess if that was a good idea.

Before you could say anything, your husband gets up from his seat, taking slow steps towards your form. His red eyes roam your body from head to toe, taking in every single detail (including the way your breathing seems quicker than normal and that delightful blush on your cheeks).

He stops behind you, his hands itching to touch the most valuable treasure in his life, but not before asking for your permission. He leans close, so very close to your ear that you can't help but shiver at the feeling of his breath and the sound of his voice (which is slightly shaky, as if he's trying desperately to hold himself back from pouncing on his beloved).

"May I touch you, my love?"

You swallow your nervousness, licking your dry lips before you quietly speak the words that you're sure will flip his switch.

"You may do whatever you want with me, Master."

With a curse word under his breath, Diluc's lips latch on your neck, strong arms pulling your body against his.

Did you change your perfume or has it been that long that he doesn't even recall your scent? Regardless of which is the truth, right here, right now, his focus is solely on you, you, you.

Your scent, your warmth, your softness, by the archons, he has missed you so much.

You're glad to be in your husband's hold, otherwise your shaky legs wouldn't be able to keep you upright for long.

His lips leaving hickeys that won't be easily covered, his right hand massaging your breast while his left one travels to between your thighs, a finger rubbing your pussy through your damp panties...

It's too much, far too much. But also not nearly enough.

Diluc groans, hiding his face further into your neck, when he feels your rear rubbing on his clothed erection, which only causes you to moan more.

"...Tell me you're free for the rest of the day."

He holds your chin to make you look at him and his state leaves you even wetter: pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed, lips parted, hair messed up from your hand playing with it... Fuck, you need this man right now.

"Yes... I'm at your service for the whole day, Master Diluc..."

Your words barely leave your mouth and you're suddenly being carried to the office's couch, your kind master ready to reward his new maid.

(Despite the door not being locked, no one at the Dawn Winery dares to interrupt the very important and much needed private time of their Mr. & Mrs. Ragnvindr...)

(Although some servants create bets if they will soon hear news of their lady having an heir after today).

thanks for reading <3 likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated <3

heart divider made by @/cafekitsune

red diluc banner (smut) made by @/the-writer-arrived aka yours truly ;)

#blue.writes: genshin impact #blue.writes: smut #blue.writes: diluc ragnvindr #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #diluc x reader #diluc ragnvindr x reader #diluc smut #not suitable for minors #minors dni

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kittievampire · 1 year

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Hello! Found your page recently and kicked myself to send in due to mammon and beel brainrot .-.

Anon because the filth req makes me shy lmao

Some ideas for ya (f!mc)

- 69 with Beel, but he's gagged with cloth, poor baby can only use his hands and whatever bit of tongue he can get out

- Exhibitionism and teasing from Mams (Cockwarming at the casino? Fingering on The Fall dance floor? These sound like bad porn titles oops)

- Beel wants a subtle spread leg MC dessert under the table at dinnertime (big hungry demon can't stay quiet and the other brothers def notice)

Also - folks HC that Mams would be too posessive to share MC but imo he'd prioritize MC's pleasure above anything soOoo..

- Sub mammon tied up and only getting kisses/ hj from MC while Beel hits it from the back

- DP with greedyboi and hungryboi (who prefers pussy/ ass? Writer's choice!)

- Beel gets a meal *cough pussy*, while Mams gets a beej

- Overstim feat. both of them, greed and gluttony means orgasms til they're satisfied. Get wrecked mc.

I feel both of them have a praise kink? Both giving and receiving. But this might just be me wanting to give the good boys a treat

*This turned into a long brain dump sorry lol feel free to take or leave any prompts :') My brain is now free and I pass the rot to you

Hoooollllyyyyy

Damn

I just

Damn

Yes

YES

Lemme see what I have in my bag, my dear~

Click here if you wanna request!

Warnings: Smut, Switch!Fem!MC x Switch!Beelzebub x Switch!Mammon, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Overstim, Oral (f. receiving), Gagging, Concealed!Public Sex

Enjoy, you horny fucks.

"How you holding up, Beel?"

You gently stroked his large, hard cock with your small, soft hand, placing little kitten licks against the tip that was drooling with precum. His length was coated in your saliva as a result of you happily gagging and drooling all over it when it was in your mouth, as well as the stimulation you were getting from the Avatar of Gluttony's fingers.

You were so cruel.

When he tried to muffle a response through the red cloth that you'd shoved into his mouth, you couldn't help but giggle. You didn't even need to look at him, you could just tell that he was obscenely drooling at the sight of your cunt. You moaned, not only at the feeling of his thumb circling your clit while his fingers thrusted knuckles-deep into you, but also at the thought of how he looked right now.

Were his eyes blown out?

Did he look ready to pounce?

How was he still keeping himself together?

"D-Don't worry, baby, just a little while longer, I promise." You'd said that many times over, and yet, you still haven't given him the privilege of ravaging your pussy like the starving glutton he was. You felt him inch close to your opening and pressed your tongue and lips against his cock, sloppily kissing and drooling all over it once more. "The m-more you struggle, the more time it will take for you to taste me, Beel," You cooed, pushing yourself down against his fingers, earning a lewd squelch sound and for some of your juices to land on his face.

He groaned, and you could hear a low rumble in his stomach.

"Almost done, Beel, promise."

To be quite honest, talking to his opponents, playing poker, and trying to keep you quiet was a lot of work. You were planted on his lap, cock pushed past your folds and the tip snuggled against your cervix.

"Royal Flush, baby! Looks like ya better cough up!" Mammon exclaimed with a snarky grin on his face, bouncing his leg, which caused you to move up and down on his cock. You blushed, biting down on your bottom lip to hold back your noises.

Thankfully, his opponents were too drunk to notice your reaction to his movements. "G'dammit. Double or nothin'!" One of the demons said, to which Mammon threw his head back and cackled.

You almost let out a whine, knowing that one more game means more time that you'd have to sit there and warm his cock, nothing else. Mammon leaned forward, lips close to your ear so he could whisper ever so quietly, "Ya heard that, Treasure?" He gripped your thighs tightly, making sure you wouldn't move. "One more game, yeah? You can last for a while longer, can't ya?"

You shuddered.

Your pussy was aching to be thoroughly fucked, and at this point, you wouldn't care if he bent you over the table. But you didn't want to disobey him.

Your walls clenched around his cock and he grunted. He pecked your cheek. "Good girl," He cooed before turning back to face his opponents.

Beel completely caught you off-guard.

You honestly didn't expect him to grab your thighs from under the table and push them apart, nor did you expect for him to be under the table in the first place. You looked down, eyes wide in shock as he pulled down your panties. He looked up at you and smiled sweetly before attaching his lips to your cunt.

It was all happening way too fast, and you were at the table having dinner! With his brothers, no less!

You nearly choked as you felt him drag his tongue lazily over your folds, a shudder running down your spine as a dark blush formed on your face. You clenched your teeth to suppress a gasp, covering your mouth as your eyes darted over toward the brothers.

Thankfully, Mammon was causing a bit of a ruckus at the dinner table, so none of their eyes were on you at the moment.

Beel's grip on your thighs only tightened as you squirmed, shoving his tongue into your cunt, groaning softly as he got a taste of your walls. You muffled a whimper into your hand as you closed your eyes, his thumb rubbing circles over your clit to further stimulate you. He wanted the sweetness of your release, and he wanted it as soon as possible. The lewd slurping against your cunt, as well as your soft whimpers, only made it through your fuzzy head when you looked up to see six pairs of eyes staring you down.

I'm gonna go ahead and make the three-ways in a seperate part. I'll link it once it's posted, but I hope you liked it, anon!

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me smut #obey me beelzebub #obey me beelzebub smut #obey me mammon #obey me mammon smut #mammon obey me smut #beelzebub obey me smut #mammon smut #beelzebub smut #omswd smut

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milksuu · 5 months

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I’ve been on the Ezreal brainrot ever since I discovered Heartsteel. And my little brain has been scheming

How would a relationship with him work out if his partner is an idol too and they have to sneak out to have fun together??👀

(Btw, unrelated, but I love how you write, it’s super fun and easy to read)

Dirty Little Secret | (O1)

❥ prompt: Let's face it. You and Ezreal hardly have time for anything with your busy idol lives. Unfortunately, things get a bit messy after you first meet. Luckily, both of you share a secret hobby nobody knows about. And boy, does it come in handy. ❥ content/warnings: ecchi, drama bomb, forbidden romance ❥ characters/pairings: Heartsteel!ezreal x idol!f!reader , Heartsteel gang an: omggg tysvm anon! honestly, im so sorry but looks like your ask is getting a part two lmfao! guess i went overboard with my idea, and so, your actual req. will be fulfilled in the next part. i also blame all american rejects for my non-original title. thanks for understanding.

No one knew about Ezreal's secret hobby. When anyone asked where he was going with a black gym duffle bag, he gave everyone the same answer. "J-Just heading to the main studio to warm-up before you guys get there. Nothing else." Little did they know, that's not where he was going. Instead, he was heading to a photoshoot. A very specific kind: a cosplay photoshoot.

I mean, who wouldn't want to dress up as their favorite anime/manga character, superhero, or original fantasy creation? Even better, who wouldn't want to be photographed while doing it? Ezreal felt he could be anyone and anything. Adored with attention in more ways than one. Best part was, with so many cosplays to shift through, no one ever knew it was him. Except you did.

And that all happened because you went to that same photoshoot. It was a group event held in a public park, surrounded by retail shops. It was perfect for both slice of slice or nature-esque shots. It was by coincidence your character and Ezreal's character were canon together in the anime lore you were cosplaying. Which sparked you two being asked to pose romantically with one another, and pretend to be going in for a kiss.

You gave your consent and Ezreal tipped your chin up, his face mere inches away from yours. You squinted your eyes against his features and whispered. "You look kind of familiar." As if you had seen him walking around your workplace just the other day. Maybe somewhere else you frequented? You couldn't quite place a finger on it. Ezreal couldn't shake off the feeling either. He tilted your face another way for a different angle. He laughed nervously, whispering back. "That's funny. I'm pretty sure this is the first time we've met. Maybe we're at the same cosplay shoots a lot. And now we've just noticed each other."

You accepted the rational. Either way, you didn't want to press it, in case he flipped the coin around and started asking you personal questions. Cosplay and anonymity were one in the same for certain individuals—especially in your case.

After a couple more pictures, you parted ways. Ezreal felt his phone buzz. He checked his messages:

[Yone:] Where are you? You're late. I believe you said earlier you would be here before us to 'get in some extra practice'. [Yone:] Care to explain?

OH CRAP! Ezreal didn't realize how late the hour was. He'd been so distracted, he forgot to set his reminder. And now he was officially going to be late— or, well, late-er. Sweating bullets, Ezreal quickly let his fingers type:

[Ezreal:] i'm there! just in the bathroom. might be a while. lunch is kicking my butt. 😳🚽💩💩💩

[Yone:] Thank you for the TMI. Hurry up then.

Ezreal wiped at his brow. He was running on borrowed time. Yone was sure to find out if he wasn't back within the next fifteen minutes. Snatching his bag from the public lockers, he ran to the public restroom. To his utter surprise, there was a line for the men's restroom. Seriously!? That never happened. And it's not like he could waltz into the women's restroom (which, not surprisingly, also had a line). He went around, and found a private unisex bathroom.

VACANT

He flung himself inside, locked it, and striped away his cosplay. Something shifted in the corner of his eyes—it was you. And there you both were, standing in awkward positions down to your undergarments. You pointed at each other accusingly, and shouted at the same time; "I do know you!" You both recognized each other as idols; him being with Heartsteel, and you as a solo-artist. Even though brief, you two bumped into each other more than once at the company building.

"G-get out! I was here first." You blushed, taking your moon-wand and smacking him with it. "Ouch—it said vacant!" He cried out, trying to block your magical melee attacks. "It was your fault for not locking it. How was I supposed to know?"

"I really don't have time for this. Do whatever you want." You tossed your wand into your bag, fetching your skirt. You shot a narrowed look. "Just don't look over here, or else."

"Fine." Ezreal huffed, rubbing at his sore collar bone. "Don't look over here either."

With grumbles and protests, the two of you changed back to back. All the while, still bickering. He heard you struggling, turned over his shoulder, and found you trying to reach your back zipper. He sighed, helping you raise it to the back of your neck. You turned sharply. "I told you not to look but...thank you." You peeked down and noticed his pants weren't zipped up. You reached and returned the favor. He blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. He gulped. "Don't sweat it. Thanks for catching that for me."

A silent truce settled between the two of you as you finished dressing, and shared the mirror to freshen up. Ezreal realized you were also in a rush to get ot the studio as well. He called an Uber for the both of you. His phone buzzed and buzzed, blowing up with messages. He opened his group chat:

[Aphelios:] yone is pissed btw. rip ez. ☠️

[Kayn:] YEAAAA YONE'S GONNA GROUND YOU. 😈😈😈

[Sett:] Sorry, Ez. We tried to cover for ya'h. Hope you're alright. 😓

[K'Sante:] I'm sure he's fine. For now. Once Yone finds him, we may not see him again in one piece. hehe.

[Kayn:] HAHAHA HE'S SO SCREWED HAHAHAAAAA

[Sett:] Watch it, Kayn. Else im tellin' Yone you snuck out on the motorcycle last night.

[Apehlios:] i have footage from the house cam. 😏

[Kayn:] YOU GUYS BETTER NOT ISTFG 🤬🤬🤬

Ezreal sank down into the back seat. Kayn was right—he was so screwed. You watched his whirlwind of expressions from the side of your lashes. You couldn't help but feel bad for him. You were right on time for your schedule. And it was all too apparent he wasn't. You stared out the car window. It really was tough to balance certain things as an idol, and some were better at it than others.

When you both arrived at the Riot building, and walked passed the double swinging doors, there was definitely Hell to be paid. A bead of sweat ran Ezreal's temple. Finding Yone standing with his arms crossed, and looking down with a razor-sharp gaze.

"Is this why you were late?" Yone directed the comment towards you. Ezreal bit his bottom lip. Yone tapped his foot against the ground. "You have exactly five seconds, or I'm addressing your conduct with Alune. And if that happens, I promise, you won't like the result of our conversation."

He stumbled to get the proper words out. "No—I—it has nothing to do with her—I was just—"

"Ezreal did nothing wrong. I'm the one responsible for making him late." You stepped forward, garnering Yone's interrogative attention. "You see. I'm absolutely crazy in love with him." The whole lobby fell to dumbstruck silence. "I blackmailed him into going out with me today. I even went as far as to give him this hickey," you pulled down the top his shirt, revealing the bluish bruise against his clavicle from when you smacked him. "I took a picture of it. And told him if he didn't finish our date, I would tell all his precious fans he was taken. So...." you trailed off, unsure of what else to say. Ezreal's eyes were as wide as saucers from the blatant forgery of your lie.

Yone narrowed his gaze against you, as if trying to siphon the real truth. You only stared harder in return, solidifying your stance. Yone breathed out a tensive puff of air. "I'll be speaking to your manager then. Whoever it is, they'll be responsible for reprimanding you. In any case, don't you ever come near him again. Or else you won't have a career in this business—I'll make sure of that. Do you understand?" You paused, then gave a veiled smile. "Of course."

Before Ezreal could speak up again, Yone snapped a finger, pointing for Ezreal to head in the direction of the recording studio. He took a breath, as if wanting to say something—anything to you. But Yone spoke with a silent bite. "Don't make the rest of your team wait for you any longer." Ezreal nodded, bit the inside of his cheek, and walked away. About to turn into a hallway, he gave one last glance over his shoulder. Catching his stare, you placed a finger against your lips, before disappearing with Yone into an elevator.

And all Ezreal could think was: he really needed to see you again.

to be continued...

#heartsteel #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel x reader #ezreal x reader #league of legends #reader insert #x reader #request #reqs open #heartsteel yone #Heartsteel gang #yone going full karen mode #part 2 coming soon

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mrsketchydude · 6 months

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I HAVE RETURNED WITH ANOTHER TRISTAMP POST because this show haunts me when I am alive and even as I sleep

So everyone knows about that one really cool sequence in the last episode with Vash shooting at Knives when he just pulls out a single bullet Out of seemingly nowhere I remember someone mentioning that they always wondered if Vash pulls a bullet from the gate cube thing in this one scene, and it reminded me of how I thought the same so I did a playback and

I could prob go on an entire rant about this whole episode but I want to focus on this specific moment because I know a lot of people were wondering just where he pulled the bullet from Well-

Did you see it? Here's a closer zoom and an ever slower version just in case you didn't!

He pulls it from the gate cube! That's it !! I just wanted to share this since I know some people were wondering about it, and I like sharing info about this anime! It also helps get some of the brainrot out of my brain so I'm not constantly hyperfocused on one specific detail about it. I might add more to this post later with some further analysis but honestly, that will involve me checking the manga. I'm already planning on doing a re-read so I'll prob update this when I get to the parts I need

#sketchy says #trigun stampede spoilers #trigun #trigun vash #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #vash saverem

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prompt from @creativepromptsforwriting - "I love you. That's why I have to leave." "Well, I love you too and that's why you have to stay."

Thranduil brainrot is GETTING ME its GETTING ME

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This was getting unbearable, I thought to myself. Climbing the stairs leading to the gardens was not what I was referring to, though they were rather tiring.

The unbearable part was having to live like my heart wasn't beating.

Let me explain.

I moved into Mirkwood years ago, under the request of Lord Elrond of Rivendell. Assumedly, he'd thought that my experience with growing plants might be helpful in a place actively combating giant spiders.

He was right, as he normally is, but not for the reason he thought.

Instead, I'd found myself the right-hand of the Elven King himself. For no apparent reason at all - no background in diplomacy or in royal affairs helped rationalize just how I got here.

But that is not why you're here, is it?

Over the years by the King's side, I'd grown close to him. We shared hopes and heartbreaks, dreams and despairs. It felt healing, I suppose.

That closeness breached professionalism at times. It scared me.

Once that line was breached, there was no going back.

I had not even earned my position here. I was not a native to Mirkwood. How in Middle-Earth would Mirkwood's elves ever agree to such a union?

They would not, I decided. It made what I was about to do much easier.

I could not stop my heart from beating for long. I had to leave, quickly, before the traitorous thing choose to turn against logic yet again.

Surely Lord Elrond would welcome me back to Rivendell if I explained my situation, right?

The thought of leaving Mirkwood, the place I call home, as well as the king who rules it, forces my heart to skip a beat.

I must learn to live without a heart, I think. If only to curb the pain to come.

Rushing to the stables, I see my horse at the far end. My heart begins contracting in my chest. That is my cue to hurry the hell up, as the humans say.

One step after another. All to take me further away from here.

I clutch at my horse's hair. She dips her head down in recognition, letting me freely hug her close. My closest companion, now that I'm leaving.

It feels a little bit like burning at stake. Not that I know how that feels, but it's the most similar thing, I suppose.

My heart is being cooked in the flames of love.

I close my eyes to center myself for a minute. And like a good pie, I savor the moment.

Sighing, I open my eyes. "Let's get going, starlight."

"Go where?"

The sudden intrusion is startling, and I turn to look behind me.

Thranduil.

He looks stunning as always, like a star that's descended from the heavens. His eyes, the color of a clear sky, zeroed in on me.

"Well?" He tilts his head slightly. Every day I forget how speechless he makes me.

"I... I was just planning on taking a short ride around, my King."

To this he lifts an eyebrow. And smirks, damn him.

"Oh? May I accompany you, then?" He knows I can't deny him.

Not wanting him to know my true intent, I nod at him, "Certainly."

The slight smile gracing his face made everything else disappear. For a single moment, all I could see was him.

It took a minute to prepare, then we were off. Into the beautiful forest we call home.

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I was busy admiring the tall grey-brown bark of the trees we were riding past when he broke the silence.

"Do you like it here?"

The question surprises me. Both in its suddenness and in its intimacy.

"Of course, my King. Why do you ask?"

I can feel his eyes on me, studying the map of my face. I can feel the blood pumping in my veins.

"If that's so, why does Elanor speak of your mentioning departure from Mirkwood?"

To this I advert my gaze. Caught.

He continues. "You seem to be more and more distant than usual. I can't help but wonder why."'

"Because I'm in love with you" My heart screams. I stay silent.

Thranduil notices this, and both his eyes and voice turn sharp.

"What are you hiding?"

I sigh softly. "My king, I must return to Rivendell."

He studies me, not believing a word.

"And I must leave soon. I did not want to cause any more burden to your shoulders, my King. That is why I did not tell you."

"You were never a burden. And did you not think of the panic your disappearance would cause in the palace? The panic you would cause me? You cannot just leave like that. Not without a proper reason." He gets more and more animated as he speaks, and I feel my temper rising to match his.

"I need to leave-"

"No you don't!"

"And go to Rivendell and-"

"Not without a reason! You can't just leave! I forbid it!"

His voice echoes in the forest. Mine follows suit.

"I love you! That's why I have to go!"

Ruined. That's what this friendship is.

He, for once, falls silent. His hair shifts as he turns to look at me, truly look at me. His eyes, once cold, are now softer.

"I love you too. And that's why you have to stay."

...What.

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Brainrot is real because its happening to me

#lotr #x reader #lotr x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit x reader #thranduil x reader #thranduil #thranduil oropherion #tolkien

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Omg hi! We need more venture! And im having major brainrot of Venture and how they might be with kids! What if Reader and Sloane went to one of those itty bitty play dig sight activities and just see little kids brushing sand away from (fake) fossils! Like how will they react seeing a little kid learning about dinosaurs from Venture?

OR!

Reader having to babysit their niece or nephew and Venture is there along the way. And the just their niece/nephew just absolutely love listening to Sloane’s stories!

Im sorry if this is too much! You dont have to do this! Or you can just do whatever! I love your work and finally we can get more Venture love!

Venture with readers Niece!

It's not to much at all! I really like the idea of Venture being a parent personally- decided to do a one-shot for this one, hope u like it anon! -Frisk

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"Heeey, Sloane-? Sooooo quick question, how do you feel about 5 year olds-?" You grin sheepishly, standing behind Venture who was at their desk, studying a rock from an ancient Roman burial sight they found.

"Oh I love kids! They're always so cute, even though they can be brats sometimes- why you askin?" They put down the rock as they talk, turning to look at you curiously.

"Well, my sibling asked me if I could babysit today, and I may have said yes without thinking of the fact that you'd have to deal with my niece too." You laugh nervously, really hoping they won't be upset. You knew they loved kids so you weren't too worried about it, but you also weren't sure if they'd planned to do something today.

"Aw really!? I've haven't gotten to meet your family before! That's so cool! Does your niece like history?! I really hope she does- I love telling people about my discoveries! Do you think she likes eating rocks too-?" Venture, just as enthusiastic as ever, bombards you with questions about your family. You let out a sigh of relief as you try your best to answer all of their many, many, many questions, trying your best to keep them contained as you wait for your sister to drop off your niece, "Venture you are not feeding my niece rocks."

"Aww, but these ones are so cool!"

"I will chip another one of your teeth if you convince her to eat a rock."

"GASP! Betrayal!"

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"Of course, see you later! Love you too!" You gently usher your niece inside as you part ways with your sibling, now stuck babysitting for the next five hours.

Venture stands just behind the door, a nervous feeling in the back of their head. Despite being slightly worried your niece wouldn't like them, they were still super excited! They really hoped she would like them so she would tell your sibling good things about them and your sibling would finally want to meet them! And, of course, they were also hoping your niece would like to hear the story's Venture had to share.

As soon as you're niece is five steps in the door, Venture makes themselves known, jumping in front of her with their hands on their hips, in a sort of superhero pose.

"Hey there, little miss! How'd you get in here, huh?" They kneel down, a light tone in their voice as they tease her. "Mi amor! I think we've got an intruder on our hands!"

You shut the front door as you laugh to yourself, moving to stand next to Venture and rest one hand on their shoulder, slightly leaning against them. "Yeah, I think we do! We've gotta send 'em to the interrogation room!"

You scoop up your niece, laughing as she squirm around in your arms, cleary enjoying all the attention.

You both bring her to Venture's work space, setting her down in their chair and trying your hardest to look serious as you "interrogate" her.

"Who might you be, hm? And why are you here?!" Venture starts, poking your niece's cheek as they question her.

Your niece, while giggling, manages to answer their questions pretty well in your opinion. "I'm Charlotte! I'm here 'cuz my momma wants me to be!" She huffs, hands on her hips with the most adorable, smug face you've ever seen.

Venture nods along as she answers, clearly taking this so, so very seriously. "Well then, I suppose you can stick around, as long as you like to learn about history!" They laugh, picking her up and tucking her under their arm, bringing them to a spare room where they keep a few of their favorite artifacts they've they've found to show off.

"This one is from Greece! I got to go there for a week last year! And this one if from a remote area in northern Canada! Found that during my first year with the Wayfinders!" They point out different rocks and other things you can't quite identify, easily answering any questions your niece throws their way.

You stand in the doorway, smiling to yourself and admiring just how sweet Venture can be, wondering how in the world you got lucky enough to be dating them.

Your mind wanders, wondering what Venture would be like if the two of you had a kid. It wasn't something you thought about too often, but seeing how sweet they were with your niece, you couldn't help but wonder if they'd ever want kids of their own.

Obviously it wouldn't be anytime soon, you were both far too busy for that, but one day, maybe.

"Amor! Come here! You gotta listen to this story too! This cool little coin is from the Renaissance Era!" Venture snaps you out of your thoughts, holding a little golden coin up for you to see.

You move to stand next to them, taking your niece out of their arms and holding her yourself, both of you listening intently to Ventures story. Clearly, you're niece and you had one thing in common, you both absolutely adored the wonderful nerd you were dating.

#venture #overwatch x reader #overwatch #venture overwatch #venture x reader #sloane cameron #Xornk

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