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[misspearly1]

Kinda loving 31 & 68 of the smut prompts for our baby Joel of course 🤤

Holy. Fucking. Shit. 🤤 I'm loving these! 😈

Alright, listen closely. I've been burnt out on smut because of kinktober - understandably, it was a whole month riding the smut train - but these prompts? ESPECIALLY NO. 68?? Omg. Chy, your first request has left me complete mess. Kinktober is to blame also, but these two prompts you've chosen for Joel pair so well and I've mentioned to you before about how much I love ✨performing ✨ so prompt no.68 was just perfectly bringing me out of feeling burnt out and feeding my kinks!

If you have anything that you'd like me to write for, don't hesitate to send them in, my love. My inbox is still open for more Requests with Supplied Prompts and they're still open for general requests too! I love you so much for sending this in. I needed this smut for Joel. 🥰❤️

Play With You

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!Reader 

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established Relationship. Joel playing the gee-tar. Fluff to start off with then Smut. Lots of detailing on Joel's manhood. Oral Sex (M receiving). Deep throating. Gagging. Choking. Dirty Talk. Praise Kink. Mentions of Sex. Hints of Dominant Joel. Reader being a big tease.

Prompts: “But baby, I want to play with you.” // “Kneel” 

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It’s just so beautiful to sit and watch Joel play the guitar; losing himself to the song as he moves his head or taps his foot to the beat. The sweet melodic riffs he creates are euphonious to your ears and his deep mellifluous singing voice is soothing. 

You never grow tired of watching him each and every time he reaches for his six string. It’s a similar feeling Joel gets when watching you get dressed for special occasions, starting with gazing at you in the shower, then applying body lotion all over your skin before sitting in front of the mirror to watch you doll up your face and hair a little. The man loves it. There’s just something so sexy about you getting dressed that turns him on. 

Sitting on the back porch this evening however, you’re the one who is left feeling horny as you watch him pick away at his guitar and forget about the world all around him when closing his eyes. He and you built some decking out here last year, creating a little comfortable out-door area for you to relax and unwind after a long day. Joel and his brother Tommy did most of the heavy lifting of course, but Maria helped you with the decorations, the painting and adding the little homey touches. 

With two half circle sofas placed around a fire pit that is built into the middle of the decking, you sit opposite Joel and bask in the harmonious sound of his voice humming with the tune of his guitar. It’s peaceful and transcendent, inducing a soporific effect as your eyes become heavy with the need to sleep. You lay back against the sofa, lifting your legs up off the floor and tucking them under a blanket to keep warm. A third glass of wine held in your hands that’s almost finished, you take one more drink and place it down to the small square table, crafted by Joel’s bare hands. 

Occasionally you have requests and ask him to play some oldies, songs that you miss from back in the day, but tonight he hums the words of a song from his own creation. Just one song that he’s written multiple of so far. This is a new one, though. You don’t recognise the tune, but you love it nonetheless. Watching him attentively through half-lidded eyes, you watch his face soften and the smile appear on his lips, resonating self-pride. 

Muscles flexing in his arms gradually relaxing as the song nears its end, you wait till he finally opens his eyes and re-joins this plane of existence before whispering compliments. “I love it, handsome,” You beam, the audible level of your voice matching the tranquillity hanging in the air. “You got another hit song in the works there, I see.” 

“I don’t know if it’ll reach the top ten charts,” Joel jokes, returning the playful remarks while also keeping his voice low, “But thank you, darlin’. It’s a work in progress and-” His cheeks blush as his smile grows bigger, “-And it’s actually a song I’ve written for you.” 

“It is?” You ask, surprised, and he nods seriously, still with a big smile on his face. “Wow. Thank you, babe. I’m honoured.” You hold a hand to your chest, just over your heart as you express a look of gratitude and appreciation. “Play it again for me?” You request, to which he sighs and clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth with a shake of his head. “Actually, I had something else in mind, darlin’,” He says. 

“Oh yeah. Like what?” You ask curiously, recognising that hint of seduction in his husky voice and when he lays his guitar down, you see the tent growing in his slacks. A pulse in your heat sets the mood instantly from the sight, flooding your bloodstream with desire and passion. 

“I could play your song again,” Joel rises from the sofa and the hardness inside his jeans becomes more visible from this angle, “But baby, I want to play with you.” He says with a little growl emanating from his throat before walking around the firepit to stand over you. “Can I play with you instead, sweetheart?” 

“Shit,” You gasp softly, arousal evident in your tone as you sit up straight, “Keep talking like that and you can have anything you want, sexy,” You bite your bottom lip while looking directly into his eyes, your neck craned backwards a little from this position. You love it, love when Joel looks down at you like this, and with your offer, you can already guess what he really wants. 

“Anything, babydoll?” He asks just to be sure and when you nod, darting your eyes to his crotch then back to his face, the man smirks. “Kneel,” He jerks his chin outwards with demand, “Kneel and keep your eyes on me, Y/N.” 

You do as the man says eagerly, slipping off the edge of the sofa and dropping to your knees in front of him while maintaining his line of sight exactly like he asked you to. He loosens up his belt just enough to pull down his jeans and let his hardened cock spring free, audibly slapping against his lower stomach that makes his mouth fall open slightly from the sensation. You love looking up at him from this position, love taking him inside of your mouth from this position, it gives you a clear view of his handsome face change with satisfaction. And that’s rewarding in itself. 

Though, a struggle that you always face in performing oral is not knowing where to look sometimes as his face is just as beautiful as his manhood. You want to look into his deep brown eyes, darkened with lust and desire, but you also want to look at his dick and admire the way it looks so utterly desperate for your warm mouth. The tip reddened and angry, leaking with pebbles of his seed, the vein along the underside of his cock was prominent, pulsing with sheer need to release a hot load down your throat. 

Being circumcised, the little slit in the tip of his cock is where you like to give the most attention to. The head of his dick is bulbous and sensitive, so sensitive that sometimes you don’t even have to take him all, just sucking the tip softly can make him fall apart. And his balls. Oh, his balls are your favourite. They’re so full and swollen, drooping slightly with the weight of his cum stored inside. 

You like the size, width and angle of his dick. It’s perfect in every aspect. The length, a comfortable six inches, the width, girthy from the tip to base and the angle of his cock points upwards, thus causing sex to be incredible as he manages to touch your g-spot every time without even trying to. Joel not only keeps a pleasant amount of hair down here, but he keeps it tidy and in control too. 

You like the way his trail of hair begins between his clavicles, leading down and spreading across his chest evenly with a little over his stomach before growing hairier on his abdomen. You like the way it tickles when you take him whole and bury your nose into his mound. Everything about his manhood is sexy, his body is muscular and buff, manly, and his thighs are your leverage. The meaty flesh you hang onto tightly when he sometimes decides to take over and fuck your mouth. You like when he does that. 

And that is the struggle you sometimes face, spending more time admiring him in his nude form than actually touching him. You can’t help but love the way he looks, especially when he just steps out of a warm shower and his skin glistens. You love adoring him with either your eyes, your hands or your mouth. Besides, he knows how much you like to look, and he loves that you do. The look in your eyes always strikes the man with confidence, making him feel irresistibly attractive. 

However, the equivalent of you feeling a pulse in your cunt is his cock twitching with a need to be caressed delicately by your tongue. And that’s exactly what snaps you out of your ogling. You tear your eyes away from his manhood and look up at his face again, your chest filling with warmth and love at his pretty eyes blown wide with carnal desire. You don’t waste any more time than what you already have and lean in to hold the base of him firmly, your sweet doe-like eyes remaining glued to his as you open your mouth immodestly. 

You smile at him when dragging your tongue from the base to tip, tracing along the prominent vein that draws out the softest gasp as his mouth opens with anticipation for more. Which you give, and then some. You take the head of him inside your mouth, swirling your wet tongue around so tenderly, just the way he likes it. The rewarding faces he pulls spurs you on to rotate your wrist while taking him inside halfway. Sucking as you move back and forth, you see the struggle that he goes through every time you get on your knees like this, and it’s to keep looking down at you when all the man wants is to throw his head back in bliss. 

You love it no matter what he does. Seeing him so satisfied is your pleasure and just because you love pleasuring him so much, you remove your hand from his cock and hold onto his thigh instead, burying your nose into the hairs on his mound with an audible gag. You hold yourself there for as long as you can before tearing your head back, leaving a trail of saliva leading from your mouth to his cock as you gasp for air. 

“Drives me crazy when you do that, doll,” He grunts, jaw clenching as he guides himself back inside your mouth. “Lemme hear it again,” He says before surging forward, relishing in the sounds of you choking around him as he hits the back of your throat. “That’s it, atta girl.” He praises before pulling back to set a comfortable pace where you can time your breaths between each thrust. 

Filling your mouth completely with his cock each and every time, all you could do was hum and moan around him as he holds your head with both hands, keeping you exactly where he wants you to be. You look up and see the muscles in his stomach tense, the expression on his face tightening as he fights to keep his eyes open. His eyes that were so lost in ecstasy as he rambled.  “Mouth is so warm, darlin’. So warm and wet, just like your pretty little pussy,” He gasps and groans needily, desperate to release, “gonna take my load like a good girl then I’ll fuck you over to the sofa, yeah?” He asks even though he already knows your answer is yes, but just to be sick and twisted, he yanks your head back to hear you say it. 

“Yes, Joel. Yes baby, yes. Give it to me,” You plead and whine, opening your mouth to take him back inside with a few more thrusts before he spills. Joel bunches your hair up into a ponytail, gripping tightly as he pulls you in and keeps you in place, listening to a mixture of sounds of you gulping and gagging. You take his plentiful load like a champ, ignoring the ache in your jaw and the discomfort of struggling to breathe. The tears sting your eyes as they roll your cheeks before it inevitably becomes too much and you tap out, slapping his thigh twice. 

“Shit,” He chokes out a broken moan, pulling back to look down at your pretty face, your eyes red and blotchy as you try to catch your breath, gasping and heaving. For a moment, the man worried he took it too far, but when you looked up and met eyes, a smile appeared on your lips, one that speaks of mockery and tease for even thinking that you couldn’t handle his rough actions. “Jesus Christ,” He shakes his head at you, as if he were angry or disappointed, but he smiles too, “Playing a dangerous game teasing me like that. Fuck! Want me to play rough, huh?” 

“I told you, Joel.” You laugh sadistically as he holds your jaw firmly, “You can have anything you want if ya keep talking to me like that. And I see what you want, baby. I see it in those eyes…” You moan pathetically, tempting those dominant desires of his. “...Fuck me like you really want to.” 

“Oh, I intend to, darlin’,” He growls with a wild expression, “Right after you choke on my cock one more time.”

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[misspearlssideblog]

Are you on AO3? Even though tumblr blogs are fun and interactive, sometimes in certain situations, AO3 is better to read? Just wondering. Perhaps I missed it. Thank you

Hey, love. 👋🏼

Yes, I am on Ao3, however Tumblr is the only platform I use to post my content. I’ve thought about uploading my work on Ao3, but I don’t really know my way around the website yet. Plus, it would mean running two accounts (three if we’re including this secondary blog) and I don’t have the time outside of work for that unfortunately.

You’ll never know unless you ask, so thank you for sending this in to me, darling. I hope all is well and you’re taking care of yourself. Much love to you! 🥰

[optiwashere]

Minthara/chef’s choice, E7

You would. Thanks for requesting this! 💜

You can send a prompt from this list + a ship or platonic pair, and I'll write a ficlet!

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E7. While relaxing at camp, Character A begins to suspect that Character B is Orin in disguise

"Aren't you a welcome sight." Shadowheart patted the stool next to where she knelt on her long-disused prayer rug in front of her tent. "Come, sit with me."

Minthara had hardly come out of her evening trance before Shadowheart called upon her. She sat there in her nightclothes, silver hair curiously still in its tight braid. She smiled at Minthara, a wide smile that showed her teeth.

"Why are you awake at this hour?" asked Minthara.

"Sleep's eluded me for a while. I figured a bit of prayer would do me good."

Minthara replied slowly, lingering on the syllables. "Of course. At least there's no dreadful sun burning us in the night."

"Afraid you'll be burnt to a crisp?"

"The sight of it nauseates me." Minthara approached slowly. "When did you resume your prayers?"

Shadowheart smiled again, tilting her head to one side. "I suppose it was recently. Easier to pray without that dreadful sun hiding the moon."

"Yes," Minthara agreed, though she stopped walking at once. She glanced to either side. Nobody else was awake. "And which goddess have you decided is owed your allegiance, after all?"

"The one that stops you from melting in that torturous sunlight, all of your skin sloughed clean off and left to rot."

Hairs stood up on the back of Minthara's neck. Her breaths burned as they accelerated in her chest, and she felt sweat begin to form on her forehead.

These words. So familiar.

That smile.

The creature that wore Shadowheart's form smiled again, flashing her pearly teeth. Slowly, the grin slid into a grimace.

"You look as if you've seen the living dead, my love," said the creature in Shadowheart's voice.

A familiar sensation washed over Minthara, one that had been suppressed the last time she stood before this woman. Fear. The need to turn and run. Pounding in her skull like a headache but twice as vicious screamed for her to get away. Now. But another thought fought against the overwhelming roar of self-preservation.

Where, then, is Shadowheart?

"Your camp's paltry defenses were almost difficult to puncture, at first." A snap of bone cracked through the air as Shadowheart's head suddenly crooked to one side. With a flourish of silver hair turning a dull, waxy yellow, Orin stood up and grinned. She brandished her curved, crimson knife. "But like any spine, the touch of a blade slices clean until only we remain. My darling web spinner, how I have missed the way your body drips with fear-scent."

[bloofinntoona]

Hii I hope you’re doing well!! I binged read all your Sebastian Sallow fics and they’re some of my favorites 😭💜 I was wondering if you could write something with a modern Sebastian x f!reader where Gildroy Lockhart is the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher and reader is swooning over him in class like everyone else and Sebastian is just ‘what does she see in this idiot’ >:( If that’s not enough to write something with, totally disregard this. Thank you!! 💖

so sorry for the super late reply! i had the story in mind for a while, but i just haven't had the chance to post it. enjoy a jealous sebastian sallow fic ;)

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"Let me introduce you to your new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher," the ginger-haired man clad in a golden cloak descended the stairs, flashing his pearly whites, "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Honorary member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five times winner of Witch Weekly Charming Smiles."

Sebastian Sallow swore if he rolled his eyes harder, they would most definitely pop off from his face. The sound of students swooning echoed across the room, while several students, including Sebastian, physically cringed at the pompous wizard. Defense Against the Dark Arts was his favorite subject, but this particular teacher had absolutely destroyed his will to study for the rest of the year already. The walls that were decorated with different moving photographs and paintings of dangerous creatures now adorned with Lockhart's faces, paintings of the man sitting, standing, and some questionable positions. As Lockhart kept on rambling about his sterling background, Sebastian leaned in to you, ready to whisper a funny insult about the new teacher. Yet to his horror, you saw your eyes locked into the man, mouth agape as you craddle your face in your hands. You let out a small giggle when Lockhart made a stupid joke about some dangerous group of dark wizard that he defeated a while back. Sebastian widened his eyes and retracted his body, letting out a low groan. Surely this is a dream, right? Sebastian thought, Y/N would never fall for this clown.

The Slytherin student lightly slapped his own cheek, prompting the whole class to stare at the boy. "Ah!" Lockhart exclaimed, brows furrowing as he scanned the scroll listing the names of sixth-year students, "Sebastian Swallow, is it?"

Sebastian felt his brows twitched, "It's Sallow, sir." he muttered in annoyance. He heard a chuckle from his side, red tint quickly spread across his freckled face. Being humiliated in front of the class, and the girl that he has been crushing were definitely not on Sebastian's to-do list that day.

"Mr. Sallow, would you like to show the class how to properly duel using the Depulso charm?"

"I don't mind that." Sebastian shrugged. At least he could salvage whatever dignity he had left, knowing well that he excelled in dueling.

As the students stood up to clear the classroom, Sebastian felt a gentle tug on his robe. You flashed the boy a huge smile and a thumb up, "Good luck, I know you can do it!"

Just with that, butterflies flew all over Sebastian's stomach, and he felt his heart was going to explode. He walked over to the long blue carpet, positioning himself in the opposite position from the teacher. With a swish of Lockhart's wand, the floor lifted up. Lockhart fired the first attack, red lights flew from his wand. "Protego!" Sebastian casted, creating a blue barrier that deflected the teacher's casts. "Depulso!" Sebastian replied, pushing Lockhart back. "Ah, I found a talent, but not as good as I!" Lockhart arrogantly claimed, "Shall we continue?"

At this point, you could see visible veins popping on Sebastian's temple. "Confringo!" Fire erupted from his wand, accidentally burning a small patch of Lockhart's blindingly golden cloak. The whole class erupted in a collective gasp as Lockhart frantically cast Glacius to extinguish the fire, leaving a smokey hole in the cloth. "Not too worry, class, a simple spell will fix this," The teacher grinned again, annoyance prevailing in his voice, "Mr. Sallow, that is a dangerous spell and should not be practiced in the school grounds. I'm reducing ten points from Slytherin and detention after classes today. Class dismissed!"

A bunch of students crowded Lockhart, questioning if the man was alright - a few students even shot Sebastian a disgusted look, which the brunette replied with a shrug. Gentle footsteps approached Sebastian, "Are you alright?" you asked, "That was eventful."

"Yes, and I think he deserved to be knocked down a peg or two."

"Well, I don't think he deserved to be burned, Sebastian," you sighed, "now we can't go to Hogsmead after classes..."

Sebastian mentally facepalmed, totally forgetting that he had promised to accompany you to get a book for Potions class, "Oh God, I'm so sorry, Y/N. I'll promise we'll go tomorrow?"

You tapped your chin, pretending to think about the offer before nodding, "Deal. But you owe me a pumpkin pasty."

"Deal."

Detention was as boring as it could be. Seated between four other students, one of them being Garreth Weasley, who apparently created a massive stink bomb in Snape's Potions class. The Gryffindor boy gestured the red mark on his nape, mouthing about how Professor Snape hit him with a book in the very spot. Sebastian snorted before diving back into his essay, a 1,500-word essay about the dangers of fire-based spells.

It took Sebastian about two hours to finish the task. He quickly handed the poorly-written essay to Lockhart, who took the parchment as the two exchanged forced smiles.

As Sebastian opened the door to the hallway, he was taken aback to see a familiar figure, "Y/N..." he called your name, face red as ever, "What are you doing here?"

You shuffled closer to him, offering him your sling bag. "I sneaked some sandwiches for you. 'Bet you're starving for missing dinner."

"I'm not-" A faint sound of rumbling could be heard from the boy's stomach, "thank you, I really appreciate it."

"Tell me why you almost murdered Lockhart earlier?"

Sebastian sighed, his voice low, almost inaudible, "He just annoys me! I don't get what people see in him, he's pompous, proud, and barely teaches any knowledge about the dark arts!" he looked away, "... and I don't like the way you look at him."

Your face turned bright red, matching Sebastian's. You erupted in laughter, "Sebastian, I just find him funny." your legs shifted as you looked away in embarrassment, "Plus, I'm here waiting for you anyway, not him."

You felt Sebastian's arms wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you in a tight hug, burying his face by the back of your neck. You both stayed still, enjoying each other's warmth. You tiptoed and whispered into his ear, "Jealous, much?"

Sebastian's warm breath tickled your cheek as he let out a breathy chuckle, "I'm sorry." His face was just inches away from yours, deep brown eyes gazed on your lips. As you both were slowly closing the gap in between, the classroom door abruptly opened, prompting the two students to break apart.

"For the sake of Merlin's saggy balls, you two better get a room!" Garreth Weasly grimaced as he walked past, shooting a meaningful wink at Sebastian.

[wibzenadarksiderwithasoftheart]

Stubbornness and unicorns

I did something, or rather this post made me do it.

I blame @prahacat 💜

I'm actually grateful, because it finally got my stubborn muse in gear to work on a story that has been haunting my brain for some time.

This is shameless fluff, mpreg, pregnant Obi-Wan (Anakin is the father), and Obi-Wan and Dooku having a moment in Serenno's castle garden.

And maybe there are unicorns. 🦄

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Obi-Wan walked slowly along one of the many well-landscaped paths in the sprawling park surrounding Castle Serenno mindful of his condition. His stately dressed companion graciously matched his speed to his slow pace, mercifully ignoring the small sighs of frustration that escaped him, kindly lending him an arm to lean on as they made their way.

Only when they stopped in the shade of a large tree did he speak while Obi-Wan rested a hand over his bulging midsection, rubbing reassuringly over the spot where one of his children was eagerly kicking at his taut skin.

"While I'm sure it would be hopeless to tell you once again that I don't think these long walks will benefit you when you are this far along, I'm sure my words will be ignored as always," his stern-looking companion declared with an undertone of resignation.

“You are correct in that assumption,” Obi-Wan replied, flashing him one of his most charming smiles.

"As I am sure you are fully aware of, it is a well-known truth that stubbornness is an inherited trait in your lineage, Count."

"It seems so," the older man admitted with a heavy sigh, "and please, Obi-Wan, how often may I ask you to call me Yan?"

"At least a few times more."

Count Dooku of Serenno let out a small frustrated sigh. His lineage was a constant headache that he was convinced would be the end of him one day soon.

Sensing that it would be fruitless to try to persuade his grand padawan to return to his comfortable chambers, determined as he was to wander, he chose not to argue further as they continued.

They walked in pleasant silence under the bright autumn sun who cast its glow over the wide expanse of the castle gardens that was laid out in the imposing shadow of Castle Serenno. The high, already snow-covered mountains rose in the background and in the pale blue sky above them, both moons were clearly visible, Mantero almost full where it stood low above the horizon.

The park was an oasis of green and lush life, where plants native to the planet and imported species were tastefully arranged in a well-organized style with clean lines that reflected the planet's ruler. Paths and small streams ran between tall trees and bushes, creating intricate patterns and a pleasant background sound with their muffled gurgling. In some places, large open lawns were replaced by small groves of trees, both evergreen and deciduous, in their golden, red and orange fall splendor. Beds of late flowering herbs gave off a pleasant spicy fragrance that mingled with the ripe scent of malum fruit.

Obi-Wan and Yan had just stepped into a small clearing surrounded by tall spruces when a group of slender and elegant creatures surrounded them, only slightly shy to get close to the bipedal creatures.

They were an extremely rare species, reminiscent of equus in their appearance, and thought to be extinct. But a small group still existed, their existence a well kept secret. The beautiful creatures with their gleaming pearly white skin and long elegantly twisted horns had long been sought after prey, not so much for their beauty or rarity, but because they were highly force sensitive and were believed capable of healing and granting eternal life.

Gently they nudged their soft muzzles against Obi-Wan's bulging belly, neighing low in greeting to the unborn children resting there, attracted by their innocent but already powerful signatures. Honored by their closeness and trust, Obi-Wan gently stroked his hands over their soft ears and smooth horns.

Yan also got his share of attention, though more hesitantly, as some darkness still lingered like shadows around him. But the largest stallion, his horns gleaming golden in the sun, allowed him to stroke his neck in a gesture of trust offered to the one who had originally prevented their final extinction.

Against the wishes of his former Sith Master, Dooku had chosen to save these magnificent creatures when he had tracked down the very last of their kind, starved and scared. Under the influence of his former padawan and his young apprentice, he had brought them to Serenno where they now thrived and multiplied.

Five slender foals romped playfully among the adults eagerly seeking Obi-Wan's attention.

TBC

[yanderebtsstorytime]

hi.... I don't know if you remember me but I had requested a yandere joker Jhope x Harley Quinn reader type thing on Wattpad before your oneshot book was taken down and I was wondering if you wanted to do it on here instead? Only if you want to of course and your not busy or anything

I would love to, I’m sorry I couldn’t get to it on Wattpad. But here you go, and I hope you enjoy. 💜

Our Twisted Little Game

What had become of my life? I was once a well recognized phycologist, I had a nice home, a well paying job, and what did I give it up for? A man that wants nothing to do with me no matter how hard I try, a man who uses me as an escape goat every chance he gets, and man how just pushed me off of a building to fall to my death, all for what? Because I told him his plan was reckless, because I call him crazy, or maybe it was because I said I loved him.

How stupid do I have to be to not understand that he wants nothing to do with. That I was just a toy for him to play with until he got tired of me. If only things could do back to what they used to be, like when we first met.

————FlashBack————

It was a cold November morning. I had just finished evaluating a new patient and was preparing my office for my next patient. Jung Hoseok, a schizophrenic, bipolar, adhd ridden criminal whom was recently caught by the local vigilante Batman. He has been seen by 6 other psychiatrist, all of which have fired him as a patient, and I am suppose to be his last hope at sanity.

“Doctor (L/n), your patient is ready may we enter?,” A guard say through the door, “Yes, please come in,” I reply and the door opens to reveal a tall, lean man being held by 2 guards, “Sit here, if you move, or if we see any signs of aggression you will be tased and escorted back to your cell,” a guard says before they force him to sit across from me on the red lounge chair securing his cuffs to the chain placed conveniently on the ground in front of said red chair. He smiles brightly, revealing a set of pearly white teeth, his facial structure was strong, and he seems to give off a charming air around him.

I would be wrong to say I didn’t find him attractive, but I wasn’t here to admire a killer, I was here to help him. “Hello Mr.Jung, my name is Doctor (L/n). How are you feeling today?,” I ask and he leans back into his chair breathing in deeply.

“Much better now that I have such a beautiful face to look at. You wouldn’t believe how horrible it is to stare at those guys faces all day until you have to,” He says with a laugh. I nod, “I see, can you tell me why you’ve been reassigned to me?,” I ask, “Because the last chick couldn’t keep her legs closed?,” He ask, and I flip to the page where notes were left by his previous physicians, and find the last young woman to see him had indeed slept with him and was terminated.

I raise an eyebrow, and then place his folder down. “Tell me about yourself Mr.Jung,” I say crossing my legs , “Please Doctor call me Hoseok,” He says, “And there’s not much to tell you that those papers don’t already,” He adds, “Well Hoseok, I find that hard to believe. Sure it tells that you find collecting figurines fun, or that you like savory food over others, it even tells me your favorite color is green. But no where in there does it tell me why you like all of things, for all I know you could like the color green because you saw a house painted that color, or that you like savory food because sweet or spicy gives you a headache,” I say giving a small pause, “So Hoseok, I’ll asked again, tell me about yourself,” I say and his face seems to light up at my response.

From there he begins to speak, and we spend hours sitting in that rooms simply talking.

————End of flash back————

Back then he seemed much more loving, his passion and drive for life was a roaring fire. But now when I think back on it that fire seemed to be slowly disappearing, as if I was trying to put it out and he was letting it happen.

I suppose I was wrong, that fact was becoming more abundantly clear as I near the ground beneath me faster. I look up and to my slight shock find Hoseok looking over the edge with a look of panic on his face. It was odd really, maybe he was trying to pull a reaction out of me. Trying to get that last laugh out of this act he’s been playing.

“I hate you!,” I scream as I close my eyes and wait for the impact. I can’t stop this, so I might as well accept it right? “I fucking hate you,” I whisper.

Before I can hit the ground however someone seemingly out of no where grabs me and I’m placed gently on the ground. Opening my eyes I come face to face with none other then Batman himself.

“Hold on, we’re gonna make a run for it,” He says as he quickly picks me up and runs towards the street. I hear Hoseok yell out but don’t pay him any mind and simple close my eyes relaxing into the vigilantes arms. I didn’t really care what he wanted with me, or where we were going. As long as I was away from that killer, I could care less.

To be continued….

MasterList

[hakutaichou]

[JP] Love and Producer: Localized Dictionary (Love Interests)

This post is about all of localized names in Anime and MLQC JP server itself, like Love Interest’s name, NPC’s name, etc.

If you want to know about JP nickname/terms that I haven't included in this post. Just ask me in reply section, and I’ll add it in here. :)

Side Characters: NPCs

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Title

恋与制作人 (Lian yu zhìzuo ren)

恋とプロデューサー〜EVOL×LOVE〜 (Koi to Producer ~Evol x Love~) / 恋プロ (Koipro)

Love and Producer

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice / MLQC

[CN] / [JP] / [EN]

戀語市 (Lianyu-Shi) / 恋花市 (Renka-shi) / Loveland City

「世界の秘密の触れた時、運命の恋が動き出すー」

"When you touch the world’s secret, the love of fate begins to move—"

❤️💜💛💙🤍

Main Character

悠然 (Youran) [Unofficial] / 主人公 (Protagonist) / MC

我 (Wǒ) / わたし (Watashi) / I [Anime only]

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[JP] Most-Used Nicknames

社長 (Shachou) (President) / Boss

プロデューサーさん / Miss Producer

❤️: バカ (Baka) / Dummy

💜: おばかさん (O-baka-san) / Silly Girl

💛: ポテチ姫 (Potechi-Hime) (Princess Potato Chips) / Miss Chips

💙: お嬢さん (Ojou-san) (Young Lady) / Miss, Girl [In-game Date only]

Terms

奇跡エンターテインメント (Kiseki Entertainment) / Miracle Entertainment [Anime only]

奇跡発見！(Kiseki Hakken!) / Miracle Finder!

赤の女王仮設 (Aka no Jyouou Kasetsu) / Red Queen Hypothesis

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The Boys Love Interests

李澤言 (Li Zeyan) / ゼン (Zen) / Victor

「示して見せろ、おまえの可能性を」

"Show me, your potential"

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[ 絶対王者 × エリートCEO / Absolute King x Elite CEO ]

Pronouns: 俺 (Ore) / I ❤️ おまえ (Omae) / You

Nickname/Terms

💘: バカ (Baka) / Dummy

CEO様 (CEO-sama) / Mr. CEO

マスター / Master

柴犬 / Shiba Inu

プリン (Purin) / Pudding

ファーレイグループ (Faarei Guruupu) (Huarui Group) / Loveland Financial Group (LFG)

無名島 (Mumyoujima) (Nameless Island) / No Man’s Island

土産物 (Miyagemono) (Souvenir Shop) / Le Souvenir

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許墨 (Xu Mo) / シモン (Simon) / Lucien

「あなたにはきっと、あなたにしかない特別な色があるはずです」

"I’m sure, you have a special color that is unique to you"

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[ 頭脳明晰 × 天才科学者 / Clarify x Genius Scientist ]

Pronouns: 僕 (Boku) / I 💜 きみ (Kimi) / You

Honorifics ver. : 私 (Watashi) / I 💜 あなた (Anata) / You

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Nickname/Terms

💘: おばかさん (O-baka-san) / Silly Girl / My little fool

💘: 〇〇くん (MC-kun) / Miss MC

シモン教授 (Simon Kyouju) / Professor Lucien

天才科学者 (Tensai Kagaku-sha) (Genius Scientist)

脳科学者 (Nou-kagaku-sha) / Neuroscientist

クチナシ (Kuchinashi) / Gardenia

クスノキ (Kusunoki) / Camphor Tree

キツネ (Kitsune) / Fox

生命科学研究所 (Seimei kagaku kenkyūjo) (Life Science Institute) / Ultima Bioresearch Center

Note: I only found “MC-kun” in Enchantment Script.

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周棋洛 (Zhuo Qiluo) / キラ (Kira) / Kiro

「オレが必ずキミを守るよ。キミから貰った、この力で」

“I will definitely protect you. With this power, that I got from you”

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[ 天真爛漫 × アイドル / Innocent x Idol ]

Pronouns: 

[Kiro] オレ (Ore) / I 💛 キミ (Kimi) / You

[Helios] 俺 (Ore) / I 💛 おまえ (Omae) / You

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Nickname/Terms

💘: ポテチ姫 (Potechi-Hime) (Princess Potato Chips) / Miss Chips

超人気アイドル (Chou Ninki Idol) (Ultra-Popular Idol) / Superstar

師匠 (Shishou) / Mentor

恋心シークレット (Koigokoro Secret) / The Secret of Awakening Love

クマ (Kuma) / Bear

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白起 (Bai Qi) / ハク (Haku) / Gavin

「おまえが風の中にいれば、 いつでも見つけだせる 」

“As long as you in the wind, I can always find you”

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[ 一匹狼 × 特殊警察官 / Lone Wolf x Special Police Officer ] 

Pronoun: 俺 (Ore) / I 💙 おまえ (Omae) / You

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Nickname/Terms

💘: お嬢さん (Ojou-san) (Young Lady) / Miss, Girl [In-game Date only]

💘: 姫 (Hime) / Princess [Amusement Park Date]

💘: 馬鹿 (Baka) / Silly / Pumpkin [Firework Date / City Stroll]

ハク先輩 (Haku-senpai) / Senior Gavin

ハク刑事 (Haku-keiji) / Officer Gavin

ハク隊長 (Haku-taichou) / Captain Gavin

ハク兄貴 (Haku-aniki) [Anime only] / Bro Gavin

特殊警察官 (Tokushu Keisatsu-kan) / Special Officer

特殊部隊 (Tokushu Butai) / Special Task Force (STF)

イチョウ (Ichou) / Ginkgo

ミドリ (Midori) / Greenie

トゲ (Toge) / Thorny

コハク (Kohaku) (Amber) / Pearly

フェイフェイ (Fei-fei) / Flyer

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Note #1: For Ojou-san, Gavin said it in “Perilous Date” and “Brilliant Date”

Note #2: Why I said “Haku-aniki” (Bro Gavin) is only applies in Anime. Because in Game version, Minor calls Gavin as “Haku-san” not “Haku-aniki”.

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凌肖 (Ling Xiao) / ショウ (Shō) / Shaw

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[ 傍若無人 × 考古学生 / Arrogant x Archaeological Student ]

Pronoun: 俺 (Ore) / I 🤍 アンタ (Anta) / You

Nickname/Terms

💘: 蒼井ウミ (Aoi Umi) (Blue Seas) / Dracona Fly [Floating Secrets]

💘: ピカピカ (Pika-pika) / Firecracker [2021 Valentine Phone Call Karma]

💘: 松竹ウメ (Shochiku Ume) / Mary Sue [Winter World]

稲妻雷鳴ピカピカ (Inazuma-raimei Pika-pika)/ Thunderstorm Firecracker [2021 Valentine Karma]

サメ (Same) / Shark

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Note #1: アンタ (Anta) is the informal version of アナタ (Anata)

Note #2: 松竹ウメ (Shochiku Ume) or 松竹梅 (Shochikubai) is the combination of Pine, Bamboo, and Plum, which based on “Three Friends of Winter”, Chinese’s art motif.

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[misspearly1]

For your anniversary asks (a huge gz on that again, by the way 💜), I knew I had to send one in when I saw Zach Wellison was an option 😍

So Zach Wellison with fluff prompt: sweat dripping down your faces, newly moved in furniture scattered around the half empty, small house and smut prompt: You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful...

Thank you ♥️

Lily! Thank you so much for sending this into my blog. I've really enjoyed the balance of smut and fluff in this request. Zach is such a sweetheart, and I've especially enjoyed writing something for him considering it's been such a while since I have. Thank you, my dearest and I hope you enjoy the read. ily ❤️🥰

My inbox is still open for the Requests with Supplied Prompts. Even if you've already sent one in, I don't oppose to more. I'm loving all the requests I'm received so far! 🥰

New Beginnings

Pairing: Zach Wellison x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI! Established Relationship. Helping Zach move into his first home. Mentions of PTSD. Brief mentions of an attack (in the show when he attacked in the park). Smut. Foreplay, both F and M receiving. Oral. (F receiving). Hair Grabbing. Nipple Play. Unprotected PIV Sex. Lots of Fluff.

AN: Also, please let me know if you're experiencing any difficult viewing this post with the colour of the text. I've tried all the temporary fixes I have found that solves the issues, but just in case they don't work, I apologise in advance.

Prompts: sweat dripping down your faces, newly moved in furniture scattered around the half empty, small house // "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..."

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It doesn’t matter when Zach Wellison was able to get his life back in order, it’s how he got his life back in order that matters most in your eyes. 

The man fought tooth and nail to reach this point in his life, which is moving house with his name on the lease, savings in the bank and a stable job. Unfortunately, the life that he faced when leaving the Marines Corps was a difficult one, and frankly, it’s a common problem that so many other decorated soldiers also endure. 

There was no home for Zach when he came back to the United States, he lived out of a duffle bag for a whole year, taking up residence in Vista Hermosa Park frequently just to grab a night's rest where it was reasonably safe, but even so, it still wasn’t completely safe, nor was it easy. He suffered from many restless nights living in fear or shivering with the cold. 

And one day, his reasons to be fearful became a reality when someone attacked him, leaving a wound on his head that needed stitches, however it was from there that his life began to change for the better. The kindness of a good Samaritan named Justin Walker that took pity on Zach and offered him a place to stay, a job working for his brother-in-law and most importantly, a friend that he could trust. 

Three and a half years later, Zach and Justin are still friends, and they spend their Saturday night's meeting up at a bar for a few social drinks and a chat. It’s been a tough journey, but Zach made it. He finally made it to where he feels safe and secure. The days of living out of his duffel bag are behind him and the life he’s building lies ahead of him. 

And that life includes you at his side. 

You met Zach exactly three years ago when he became the building manager of your apartment block. He moved down the hall from you and it was a love at first sight kind of feeling you had when you looked in the man's eyes. Ever since then, you’ve felt lucky and honoured to accompany such a hardworking man like himself along the way, bringing you both to this important milestone in your relationship. 

Although it has been a rocky road, it took a lot of time and patience on your behalf to reach this point with Zach. The nightmares, the anger problems, the darkness shrouding his mind with the memories of war and the symptoms of PTSD still remain, but they’re more manageable now. He manages them better. Having a structured life with routine and order helps him adjust, your attentive care and support helps ease some of the psychological pain he suffers with, and the achievement of moving into his own apartment empowers him to keep on living the life he deserves. 

Every day, little by little, Zach gets better in every aspect. You see him smiling more, see the twinkle of ambition returning to his eyes and the confidence restoring within. He has always been a good man with a good heart, but lately you have noticed that the good man inside isn’t buried deeply as much as it was three years ago. It’s as if he’s getting back to the way he used to be, but much better.

You look at him now with admiration, watching his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he gulps his bottle of water with exhaustion pouring out of his skin. Running up and down the stairs multiple times is the cause and the guy needed a quick break when joining you in the living room to replenish his energy. Though, you’re looking at him like he’s a piece of meat right now. 

It’s allowed considering you’re his girl and all, but it’s surprising how much you’re blushing from the way he looks. The beads of sweat roll down his face and body, creating a radiant sheen across his exposed skin that just highlights all of his handsome features. You watch the droplets dripping off the tip of his nose before he sighs in frustration and uses his shirt to wipe his face. 

Your lips turn upwards with a smile as your eyes drop instantly to admire the wide expanse of his chest and the little trail of hair leading into his sweatpants. The weight of belongings kept in the pockets of his pants weighed them down, thus displaying his sexy v-lines. Not only does Zach look so fucking good in a simple pair of sweatpants but wearing sweatpants while the sweat runs down his chest is something else entirely. 

It’s fuelling your sexual desire to tear the clothes from his body and make love to him right here on the living room floor. Even though the house is in disarray right now, the furniture is lying around where it shouldn’t be, you don’t care for the comfort of a bed or sofa to lay on, you only care for the sexy noises he makes for you when pleasuring him. The hunger in your eyes grows more feral the more you look at him. 

Meanwhile, Zach drenches his shirt and lifts the item of clothing over his head, leaving his top half completely nude for those hungry lustful eyes of yours to roam freely. Immersed with the filthy thoughts swimming around your head, you didn’t even notice the man looking at you and quite clearly seeing that you’re in a sexual daydream. He caught you red handed, and it was only the act of groping a firm handful of his bulge that tore you out of your daydreaming. 

You look up and see his flattered expression, the smile on his lips growing bigger as his cheeks burn red from the way you were just looking at him. Zach’s confidence isn’t nearly as high as it should be, but it’s growing, just like the tent in his sweatpants. “You're so beautiful,” You say with a shake of your head, as if you couldn’t believe just how lucky you are to be his girl. Moving towards him, you cup his cheeks and brush your thumb across his patchy beard. “...So, so beautiful…”  You whisper before leaning in to close the gap. 

The man kisses you delicately, his full, luscious pouty lips moving against yours with such grace that you moaned and tilted your head to the side with request to deepen the kiss. Which he responded by cupping your cheek too and slipping his tongue past your lips, twirling the muscle around with yours. Zach now groans as he wraps his arm around your back to pull you in, the heat of your core so dangerously close to the hardness in his pants. You can feel the firm prod of his length pressing into your lower stomach. 

“Baby,” He moans for you, so soft and sweet, a moan that carries a plea for more. You hear him loud and clear, and act on it immediately by gently pulling him backwards to the middle of the living room floor. As you both kneel down together, your shirt is the first to go, along with your bra, and the bare contact of your breasts pressed against him is sensational. Your nipples graze across his taut chest, hardening with sensitivity and a wish to be caressed by him. As soon as he feels the stiffness of your nipples pressing his skin, he breaks from the kiss and ducks his head swiftly, wrapping his lips around one of them. 

“Shit!...”  You cry. Throwing your head back and relishing in the sounds he makes, it was a mixture of satisfaction and neediness, the noise flooding your cunt with desire. It pools in your panties, dampening the fabric, you can feel it, and the subtle movements of his hips seeking your touch brings you back into focus. “Zach,” You call his name, your fingers threading through his hair with a careful tug. He releases your nipple with the softest audible pop and lifts his head to look at you, the drunken expression to his face perceivable. 

The man held your face with both hands, peppering your lips with kisses as you slipped your fingers inside the waistband of his sweatpants. The smallest amount of contact you’ve given thus far makes his stomach tense and jerk into you, desperately searching for more. You hold his eye contact while pulling his pants down, admiring the way his face tightens with exposure from the cool air hitting his cock. A ripple of goosebumps dashes up his spine, dimpling his skin with a shuddering exhale slipping past his lips. He breaks your eye contact to look down, his brows rising with surprise at the sight of himself. You look too, your eyebrows raising with surprise also. 

“Oh, Zachary,” You bite your bottom lip with a tease in your tone, “You’ve made a mess of yourself, baby.” You reach out to drag the pad of your thumb across the tip of him, smearing the remnants of his seed around, eliciting a few more beads to leak out onto your finger. He came. Somewhere between the first kiss to this point now, he came for you from such little contact, and you love it. You love the neediness he exudes, it’s noticeable in the way he breathes, and the way he leans into the palm of your hand, welcoming your touch eagerly. 

You multitask by kissing his lips and stroking his cock, drawing out the prettiest of sounds from his lips while he drops his hands to your jeans. The item of clothing was only pulled down halfway effortlessly by his nimble movements before feeling his deft fingers dragging across your lower stomach that makes you stutter and gasp. Zach takes the moment of your distraction and leans in to place his lips to your neck, sucking softly as he slides two fingers through your folds. Your slick coats his hand, granting him easier access to breach your walls with both fingers slipping inside. 

“Holy fuck,” You mewl and buck into him. His free hand drops to the base of your spine, keeping you close as he buries his fingers deeper and bends them to caress your g-spot. He now enjoys all the pretty little sounds you make, fingering your cunt with skill to draw them out of you. The reactions you give makes his confidence grow, therefore allowing him to take the lead without fear of letting you down. He never does let you down, not inside or outside the act of making love. 

Pulling his hand away, you moan from the loss, and he eases the ache in your core by urging you to lay down. Your pants were discarded quickly before he returned to pleasure you, this time using his tongue instead of his hands. It was as if he needed to taste you, the man was determined and spread your legs to delve into your cunt, his tongue sliding through your folds to capture your clit in his mouth. “Zach!” You gasp from the contact, feeling the hypersensitivity of his actions. He teased you a little by licking up and down, drinking your desire before taking your clit back inside his mouth with the dirtiest grunt he could produce. 

Zach loves to make you climax with only his tongue. It makes him feel proud of his own abilities, makes him feel like the best lover you’ve ever had. Your praising whimpers tell him as much as he brings you to the brink of an orgasm. “Yes. Just like that, keep going,” You say, brows knitting together with bliss. “Shit, I’m gonna cum already,” You whine, and he looks up to admire your face, to adore the way your cheeks are pink from his actions and the way your eyes are hazed over with lust, threatening to close any second now with ecstasy.

The vibrations of his voice humming into your pussy sends you over the edge with a cry of his name, your hands dropping down to his hair to hold on for leverage, holding onto him like he was your lifeline, stopping you from floating off to cloud nine. You rode out the waves of your pleasure, the peak of your orgasms prolonged even further as he continued to flick his tongue against your clit. The throaty mewls erupting from you tells the man your approaching over-stimulation and he pulls away, granting you mercy. 

“Love when you grab my hair like that, baby.” He growls when moving up your body, to which you feel humorous and retort, “It’s a wonder how you’re not missing any,” You laugh and shake your head. “I pull too hard sometimes.” Zach smiles, agreeing and disagreeing with that statement. “Yeah, maybe, you’re right, but I love when you pull hard, gorgeous. Don’t I sometimes leave little bruises on your hips?” He asks, and you nod with understanding, seeing his point. 

Laughing softly together, you pull him in and press your lips against his, humming with delight over the taste of your own cunt. It’s obvious why he likes giving oral so damn much when you taste sweet. Muffled whines could be heard as he slots himself between your legs, the direct contact of his cock slipping between your folds making you wrap your legs around his back and lock your ankles together. Zach grinds into you, using the action to lube himself up before notching at your entrance. 

You break from the kiss to press your forehead against his, gazing into his beautiful brown eyes and mirroring his loving expression as he gently eases inside. “Nghh,” He moans brokenly, choking out stuttered breaths of satisfaction until buried to the hilt deep inside. You squeeze and pulse around him, savouring the sensation of feeling so full of his cock. “I love you, Y/N.” He whispers, to which you reply. “I love you too, Zach.” 

Making love to each other on the living room floor of his home, furniture and boxes laying around in places where it shouldn’t be, you each were thankful for putting the blinds up on the windows this morning otherwise the neighbours would have seen everything, however they most definitely heard you crying joyous tears later in the evening when Zach handed you a key. 

The offer to move in with him.

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[misspearly1]

Hello my love 😍

Congrats on being on this crazy site a year and blessing us with your amazing work. So proud to call you a friend 💕😘

Ok so….I have a request 😜 I have been in my Ezra feels lately and would love a little something written for him, if you don’t mind. Please and thank you ☺️

I was hoping to have something soft and sweet with a good mixture of smut 😜 (been a lil down about my body lately, happens quite often since I had kids. It’s just not the same and although my husband says I’m beautiful and I’m forever grateful for it for giving me my babies, I’m human.) Anyway, if I could get these prompts please for my comfort character Ezra 🙏

23. I love your body,baby.Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.

50. You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful...

It’s also by bday this weekend so it would be a double whammy and I would be forever grateful to you 😍🙌

You can of course completely ignore it if you don’t vibe with it because I know how it is with requests, I won’t be offended.

Ok that’s it, love ya bitch 😍🤘

Char!! The number of times I've wanted to drop in your inbox and be like 'bitch, guess what?' I stop myself because I worry that the word bitch isn't coming across as affectionate as I intend it to be lmao 🤣.

Ohh, yes! All good vibes, all good vibes. I'm loving this request and I've really enjoyed typing something up for you! You are beautiful my dear and I understand sometimes that when someone tells you so, it just doesn't quite sink in the way you hope it does. You gotta feel beautiful and I think I've got something in mind to help with that. 🥰

Thank you for sending something in! Happy Birthday and love ya too bitch 😉.

A Man of My Word

Send Me Requests (supplied prompts)

Pairing: Ezra (propsect) x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Content. Minors DNI. Insecurities. Self-conscious reader. Ezra being a gentleman and a tease. Lots of compliments and lots of fluff. Hints to Sex. Fade to black oral sex.

Prompts: "I love your body, baby. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy." // "You're so beautiful...so,so beautiful..." (I changed baby, to moonbeam instead. Hope that's okay, my love).

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Stepping out of the shower as fresh as a daisy, the smile on your lips faded as soon as you looked in the mirror and you stepped forward to take a closer look.  

The image staring back at you felt wrong. It didn't look like you, didn’t feel like you and disgust quickly began to settle in the more you observed. It was only yesterday that you stepped out of the shower and adored the image of your body in the mirror. You looked as pretty as a picture and felt sexy, today however, you can’t say the same. 

It’s both scary and intriguing to see the differences in the span of twenty-four hours. You turn to look at your body from behind and the expression on your face worsens. You don’t like what you see. You don’t like the extra weight in areas where it shouldn’t be, don’t like the cellulite and the stretch marks. They didn’t stand out like this yesterday, or maybe you just didn’t notice them as easily as you do right now. 

Shaking your head while also attempting to shake off your sudden insecurities, the sound of Ezra cleaning his throat startles you and you turn swiftly to see the man sitting on the edge of the bed. You didn’t know he was there, but you should have known better because almost every time you run the shower, he rushes into the bedroom to watch you bathe. He loves to gaze at your physique, watching the water cascade like a waterfall down your body, rolling off the end of your breasts is especially his favourite part. You should have known he’d be watching you, it’s actually why you subconsciously leave the door open. 

“Do you require my assistance, little dove?” He asks, calling you out immediately for the way you just looked at yourself in the mirror. “Whatever it was that you think you saw, it’s not real. The cruel workings of the mind are just playing tricks on your eyes.”

“I don’t think it’s my mind playing tricks on me,” You shake your head with a small smile, “But I appreciate what you’re saying. Thank you, Ez.” You turn to face the sink, avoiding the mirror as you reach for the towel on the rack to cover yourself up. 

“Leave it,” Ezra calls out softly, “Leave it and come to me in your bare form, moonbeam. I wish to remind you of your beauty.” 

“Ez really, it’s okay. It’s nothing to wor-” You cut yourself when you turn to look at him again and see the expression on his face. It speaks of passion and desire, his eyes feral and dark as if he were starving and you were a delicious meal. It makes your cheeks burn a little before the memory of what you saw in the mirror pops back into your mind and snatches your blush to replace it with embarrassment instead. You felt embarrassed to be nude in front of him. 

“Come to me, Y/N,” He asks again, this time holding both his arms out persuasively, “I vow to exile what plagues your mind and restore your confident glow.” He promises, to which you scoff and use humour to deflect your sadness. “You vow to exile what plagues my mind? Oh, okay. Didn’t know you were a wizard, Ez.” 

“Yes, I do. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Ezra whispers as you walk towards him slowly, “My word is my honour, is it not, moonbeam?” He reaches out and holds your hips firmly, resting his chin against your stomach as he looks up into your eyes. “You're so beautiful…” He sighs breathily, his brows knitting together as he tugs his lip between his teeth. “So, so beautiful.” 

“You think I’m beautiful, Ez,” You reply, your lip pouting a little as his compliment was gratefully appreciated, but it just doesn’t seem to penetrate the thick cloud of insecurities hanging above your head as much as you hoped it would. There are days where you feel as beautiful as he claims you to be, and there are days where you don’t feel attractive enough to justify the way he looks at you; he looks at you like you’re the most magnificent lady he’s ever laid eyes on. 

Though, you still felt self-conscious, and the man heard you loud and clear. He could see that you needed something more to help make you see clearly, so in order to help, he asked: “What don’t you think looks beautiful in the mirror, moonbeam?” 

“Um…” You hesitate, not expecting him to ask you to point out and shine a light on what exactly makes you feel insecure, but you like the approach and answer honestly. “This, those and that,” You pointed everything out for him, and of course, Ezra had his spectacular way with words to reassure your doubts. “I love your body, moonbeam. Everything you hate about it is what drives me crazy.” He growls with a voice thick like sweet honey, “Your cellulite is as pretty as the dimples in your smile. Your stretch marks are the signs of a life lived and these-” He grabs the extra supple flesh on your hips with a smirk. “-These are my handles, my guidance system, my leverage that I cling onto for dear life.” 

“Ezra!” You bark out a giggle while shaking your head at him, as if you were disappointed but your blushing smile said otherwise. His different approach worked. It makes you laugh genuinely and forget about what bothers you for a moment, and to keep you in this positive mood, he offers. “I would be glad to demonstrate my point. More than glad as a matter of fact,” He emphasizes his words by groping your hips, grabbing handfuls of the flesh with that same hungry look in his dark brown eyes. Your falls open with a surprised sound slipping past your lips as he plants a kiss above your mound. “I’ve not yet fulfilled my vow and I have many more ways to restore that glow, moonbeam.” 

“Oh, you do?” You ask, to which he nods eagerly and plants another kiss, this time lowering to the hairs on your mound. “I do indeed, little dove-” He slips off the bed and falls to his knees, giving you a glimpse of the growing tent in his slacks as he drinks in the sight of your burning heat directly in his face. A shuddering exhale escapes him, his face softening with desire and sheer need before licking his lips. It’s as if he could already taste what he’s so desperately hungry for. He looks up and the irises of his eyes expand with love and adoration as he teases:

“I’m a man of my word, am I not?”

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[misspearly1]

Hey beautiful girl, just dropping a line to say I have been rereading your Joel Miller fiction/smut as what’s interesting (well I think it is) is whenever I’m reading I always picture game Joel. I love, love PP as tv Joel, it nothing beats pixelated Joel, what I gorgeous, handsome man!!!! How are you getting on and how are you enjoying the show? For some reason I don’t think we’ve mentioned it!!!! Sending love and cuddles your way 🥰🥰🥰🥰

Hiya, gorgeous! 🥰

Oh, you're not alone there, Kirsten. I imagine pixelated Joel while reading fanfictions too hehehe. I honestly can't help it lmao! And, I haven't been watching the show, my lovely. I stopped watching after the first episode because I'm too impatient!! I'm going to wait till the season is finished then binge watch the entire thing.

I've not particularly had a very good weekend to be honest. (Family problems & medical issues). But thank you for your love and cuddles. I love you so much, Kirsten and I'm blessed to call you my friend 💚

[misspearly1]

Oh my god this isnt a request or anything and im so sorry this is in YouTube short format of all thins but this i NEEDED to share this with u my mind is blank i cannot think https://youtube.com/shorts/wvl5a0_RBM4?feature=share

Holy. Fucking. Shitballs. The number of times I have watched this edit is unbelievable. 😭 The clothes on this man fit so well. The white t-shirt. The suit? THE TIE????? They just define his sexy-ass features even more. 🤤

DUDE! I'M HAVING A BREAKDOWN HERE! No cap. All I am thinking about rn is holding onto those shoulder straps for dear life while he just goes to town... If you know what I mean. 😏

However, as much as I like the look of Joel dressed in this attire, I gotta say that I just really find it sexy watching him sweep through that room like he did with the gun in his hand. I mean... wow.

Joel is just an absolutely unit of a man. And, you know what? Just seeing him with a weapon in hand is hot af. We have many images of him with a weapon and he looks so fucking fine! I grabbed a couple pics of Pinterest that I wanted to share with you Nonnie. (If you haven't already seen them before). The second pic is my personal favourite. 😊

Thank you so much for sending this into my blog, darling. I've withdrawn myself from Tumblr these last few days and I've been feeling really exhausted from work too, but I shall sleep soundly tonight thinking about Joel from this edit. 😉

[misspearly1]

Will you be continuing the witch a cairn lake series?? I love it ❤️❤️

Hey, Nonnie!

Oh yes. I absolutely will be continuing that series for Arthur, the only issue however, is that it's going to be a while before I can get round to finishing it off. (This is my fault for starting new stories without finishing my current ones lol).

All of my new content is on hold right now. The first order of business is going through my masterlist and finishing everything that isn't completed (including The Witch at Cairn Lake). Judging from the poll I started at the beginning of the week, it's going to be the Kinktober Part 2's that I'll be starting with.

Hang in there, my lovely. I know I'm a pain in the ass with taking forever to finish these stories of mine, but I promise there will be more TWACL for Arthur Morgan 🥰.

Thank you!

[misspearly1]

Happy Valentine’s Day💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

Oh, thank you so much! 😚

Happy Valentines day to you too, beautiful. I hope you had a lovely day and have a lovely week too. Love ya! 💚

[misspearly1]

I would love to talk. I mean it’s a new year and I hope everything changes. I don’t want to suffer. I have been going to therapy, it’s helpful. I feel so alone, I don’t have any friends that I can spend time with. I am all by myself. I only have my parents and they both are old. I wish I could go out more often to new places and have fun. I am young, of course I want to go out and have fun.

Hey, my love.

Thank you for sending me another ask. I'm glad that you took my offer and reached out to have a chat. I understand where you are coming from. I myself believed I was alone for so long, but please believe me when I say that you won't be alone forever.

There are people, places, hobbies, online forums, chat rooms and platforms that you could connect with and love so much that you won't feel alone anymore. For example, I joined the Tiktok, Youtube and Reddit community, but they weren't for me.

Tumblr however, is where found my connection. It opened a door for me that has introduced so many wonderful people into my life. People that I would absolutely love to meet irl someday. You will find your connection too, my love.

I know you don't want to suffer anymore, and neither do I. That's the last thing I want for you, or anyone else for that matter. While I can't physically take that away for you, I can offer my friendship so that you aren't suffering alone anymore. There can be comfort and ease with chatting with a friend. Even if it's just getting something off your chest.

Don't be discouraged if everything doesn't change. I would suggest starting with the small things, or the easiest, and work from there. Self achievement will empower you to keep at it and maybe even go for a bigger, harder goals to achieve. You can do it. I believe in you!

I've already said this, but I will say it a hundred more times if I have to. Don't hesitate to reach out. I'm here to talk. I may not offer life-changing advice, but I'm here to help however I am able to.

Thank you and much love ❤️

[misspearly1]

Best wishes on your journey. I am on medications for mental illness and hope to come off of them forever and never have any problems or worries ever again

Hello friend! ❤️

Thank you so much for the wishes. I have had a really good day and I believe it's because of you, my love 🥰.

I'm sending you nothing but the best wishes for the rest of this new year. Stay strong, stay positive, and I know we don't really know each other all that well, but please don't hesitate to drop into my ask box or PM me, if you're feeling down or if you'd just like to have a chat.

All the best! 💞

[misspearly1]

Your writing is soooo goooddd! It's a pleasure to see how much you are improving from time to time 🥰

Aghh! This is my happy dance up above. (I love Jonah hehe). Your compliment on my work truly means so much to me. I've been experiencing trouble with the writing as of late, but I'm about to indulge with some incredible stories from my mutuals. Thank you ever so much, my dear. 🥰

Also, I cannot take all the credit as Char stepped in and saved the day with Idiots in Love. I genuinely wouldn't have been able to finish it off without her help and I'm so happy to have her as my friend as well as my beta. @supernaturalgirl20 thank you, my love! ❤️