#they wouldn't wake up until they actually do the deed

[doevademe]

An idea I've had for months with Percico that will never be real so I'm putting it out there.

Two AUs that are basically cheesy porn plots, but taken completely seriously and milked for all their dramatic potential.

Nico, the trophy husband who is being seduced by poolboy Percy (who is completely oblivious to the fact that he's seducing his boss's husband) as his husband takes longer and longer shifts at work.

Percy, the guy who's having study sessions with his girlfriend interrupted by shenanigans where he ends up in compromising poses where he basically dry humps nerdy goth Nico (While Annabeth remains so oblivious it breaks disbelief).

Both plots go on to examine their current relationships and why they are tempted to cheat with this random man, and both also examine attraction vs. love and lust, as well as commitment out of devotion vs commitment out of obligation.

And then the twist is that both scenarios are a set up by Phales (daimon associated with adultery and male sexuality) screwing with them to make them examine their current relationships and whether they are happy with them.

[elliespassagerprincess]

What about Ellie taking readers first kiss?!?🤭 very nervous reader?? anxious somewhat but also super excitedd

Frostbite - (ellie williams x reader)

Hi anon!! i did it a little differently from your request, i hope you don't mind. I could not stop writing this, i might make a part 2 to this... I hope you enjoy <333

Pairing: ellie x fem!reader

requests are open! send me your silly thoughts

Warning: none

Summary: in which you shared a special moment with her

authors note: did i mention Christmas in this because I'm excited for December? yes.

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Jackson was covered in thick layer of snow. Everyone was wearing puffer jackets, mittens and beanies hoping that the cold air wouldn't affect them. You walked down the street seeing how people were hanging Christmas lights, and how the children stared at everything in awe. The children made snowmen, and you knew that soon the town would be buzzing with people as they started to buy gifts for their families.

As beautiful as the holidays were, you hated it. Every year you'd end up alone in your house, listening to carols being sang. You're be filled with a emptiness that you can't explain.

You missed your family every year. You'd always imagine the type of life you'd be living if the outbreak never happened.

You sat in the local garden, shivering slightly when the cool breeze blew past you.

"There you are, i was looking for you"

you turned your head to that voice.

Her voice.

Ellie Williams.

You rolled your eyes "you need to stop looking for me"

"i missed you though" she pouted

You hated when she did this.

When she'd come after you with nice words, pretending like she cared.

Maybe she did and you didn't believe her. At this point you don't know how to feel.

When Ellie first arrived in Jackson the two of you were inseparable.

"We were bound to be friends" she'd always say.

Sleepovers, makeovers, baking, watching old movies, you did everything together.

But the older the two of you grew, things became different.

You both got new friends, new interests. You used to spend every waking second of the day together, now the two of you only awkwardly said hi when you saw each other in public.

You both had reasons for the sudden distance.

You thought Ellie had outgrown your friendship. One day she'd be smiling with you, the next day she'd barley look at you.

Ellie on the other hand, was in love with you.

She suddenly became self-aware of how she looked, how she smelled, how she spoke. She didn't want to embarrass herself. The best solution to her problem (or what she thought was right) was avoiding you.

Now that she's older she has realized that damage her avoiding you caused.

Years had gone by and the two of you lived separate lives, but Ellie's feelings for you never went away. She was stuck on you.

No matter how many girls she dated, kissed or hooked up with, she knew her heart belonged to you.

The older Ellie grew, the more attractive you found her and some days you're actually glad the friendship ended.

Imagine you were best friends with the girl you loved?

Both of you assumed your feelings were one sided. Until the rumors started.

It all started when a girl randomly slapped you across the face saying that Ellie moaned your name while they were doing the deed.

She's been avoiding you but she's moaning your name?

You weren't sure if you should feel flattened or disturbed.

You'd hear more stories as the years went on.

"She liked you" , "She misses you" You weren't sure if this was even true. Maybe it was all just a sick joke.

Even with all the drama you missed her. The friendship. The cheesy jokes, the stupid stories. You just missed her.

You were actually happy when Ellie slowly started coming back into your life. It went from just saying hi occasionally, to small life updates to full sleepovers.

It was just like old times.

Your heart ached for her even more, now you're getting close again. As much as you enjoyed the friendship, you couldn't help but want more.

You noticed her lingering touches, the small glances.

Maybe you were being delusional? Maybe you were reading into it?

You could feel a connection, but does she feel it too?

Maybe the rumors weren't true.

"You saw me earlier els, you cant miss me"

"I just love spending time with you"

fuck, how many girls has she said this to?

"i want to-" she went silent, not finishing her sentence.

She seemed nervous.

From the corner of your eye you see her moving closer to you, her arm wrapping around your shoulders.

You shiver at the close contact.

"Why are you so close?" You ask in a whisper

"I'm keeping you warm"

It was winter and its really fucking cold but suddenly you were hot. You were almost sweating because of the close proximity.

This is closest she's been in years.

Ellie leaned closer towards you, so close you could feel her breathe on your cheek. Your heart races, you felt comfortable in her presence, you palms felt clammy.

You were nervous.

Why does she make you nervous?

"Can i kiss you?" Ellie suddenly asked.

Without hesitation you said yes.

Before your lips crashed into hers, your body turned hot, your breathing came out in short breaths. You turned to her and and her hand gently touched your cheek, you leaned in first.

Since when are you bold? Were you really this desperate?

As soon as your lips made contact, you felt butterflies explode in your stomach. She pulled you closer by the waist and you grabbed her face bringing her closer than she already was.

Your heart was beating so fucking fast, you assumed she could probably feel it.

"Your lips are...cold" you softly chuckle as your fingers brushed against your lips.

Did this just happen?

You were suddenly hyperaware of your surroundings.

Did you breath smell ok? Did you kiss ok?

Fuck now you were really nervous.

Ellie didn't respond and there was a comfortable silence between the two of you.

Ellie spoke up eventually "I've always wanted to do that"

You stayed silent blushing at her words.

"Do you want to come back to... my place so we can talk about us.... and i know you hate being alone during the holidays so can we perhaps... i don't know... go?"

"Yeah... I'd like that"

<3

[multifandomimagin3s]

Sex with Konig (HC's)

Requested by Anon NSFW under the cut, minors do not interact.

"Petah, the horse is here."

Okay, so Konig is a big guy - definitely over 6ft, I reckon maybe 6'7 / 6'8.

And his body is...proportionate.

It's partially why he was a bit hesitant to actually have sex with you at first - he knows he's a big guy, in more ways than one, and he would feel so bad if he accidentally hurt you during the deed.

I hc him as having a bit of a size kink - well, maybe more than a bit.

Doesn't matter how tall you are, he's probably going to be bigger than you, and it just does something for him.

Loves to watch with hooded eyes as you struggle to take him all in your mouth, his hand carding through your hair to get a firm yet gentle grip at your scalp.

Will always ask where you want him to finish - loves to give you facials, painting your face with his cum.

He's pure muscle and secretly loves being able to show off his strength.

Fucks you against the wall, legs bent splayed over his elbows as he rails into you, hand splayed across your mouth to muffle your moans.

He has a cheek to quiet you down, when he's just as loud or even more so.

I see him as both as an ass and a boob man - loves to fuck you on your side, since he gets the best view of your ass, boobs and your beautiful moaning face.

Will slow down, eyes glued to where your bodies connect, watching his cock glide into you.

Breeding Kink - deep down, he just wants to be able to settle down, have a family and a normal life, even though he knows that with his job that it probably wouldn't pan out that way.

Plus, when he pulls out and sees his cum slowly drip out, he lets out a guttural groan; fingers pushing his seed back in.

Speaking of - his fingers...

Big boy has big hands, each finger is about the size of two of your own.

Will absolutely finger-fuck you until you're shaking from overstimulation.

He is the King of oral - could spend hours between your thighs.

He's a shy guy, not totally inexperienced - he's had a few flings here and there - but he's quick to learn how to please you.

Loves lazy morning sex - when he's on leave or back on base, he loves being able to wake up next to you, take his time getting you into the mood, fucking you with slow, deep thrusts while you moan into his mouth.

He's the best at aftercare - he's honestly so sweet, cleaning you both up, fetching you a snack and a drink, will gently massage any sore spots as you cuddle in post-orgasmic bliss.

Bonus: Horangi couldn't meet his eyes for about a week after the first time you came to visit Konig on base...mans heard so much he felt like he was participating.

[aratedfreyjablog]

Squishmallow HC Tartaros ver.

When they find you hugging a gigantic squishmallow in your sleep. Reader/MC gender neutral!

For Mammon, please see the Kings ver. here

Bimet

He's offended. Insulted. Incensed-

He really is trying to restrain himself but said self-restraint is already dwindling close to none

By that, he's holding himself back from shaking you by the collar or pull the pillow under your head and smack you to wake you up and demand answers

Like serious??? How dare you let a cheap toy that's not even worth a gold coin cuddle in your arms???

Do you not know much he is??? Do you even what his next worth even is???

He would've (not really) accepted (tolerate at best) the cheapst thing he owned (which cost more than 1 billion gold coins) to settle in your arms! But, no. Instead, you're looking perfectly content with some weird ass stuffed toy. What is it supposed to be anyways?

That's when it dawns to him- what if this actually a sign. A message that you're displeased with him?

Did he do something wrong? Did he forget to get you something?

And that is exactly how he ends up losing sleeping, pacing in circles, in your room while going back and forth in his head all night

As soon as you wake up, he gives you a refreshing smile as if he didn't stay up at all. He also ignores any suspicious questions in regards when he showed up in your room

Rather, he starts asking you if there was anything he did wrong the past few days. Were there any services you were unsatisfied with the past few days? Anything you think that he or anything in Tartaros need to improve on?

Once you figure out why he was asking and reveal it was simply because you enjoy sleeping with said squishmallow, he feels embarrassed and bitter how he stayed up for something trivial

He ends up sulking for the rest of the day and wouldn't let up until you beg for his help. This includes in bed with twice as much pettiness

Eligos

Starts the same way as Bimet, taking you sleeping with the squishmallow personally

He's hissing, quietly though cause you're asleep, at the squishmallow with claws out as if it's a threat that must be exterminated/an arch nemesis he must absolutely destroy

Instead of thinking if there was anything he did particularly wrong, he's more worried about getting replaced as your #1 cutie

After all, there can only be one #1 cutie for you and he's not about to let that thing take that spot from him

He's actually concerned about getting caught for making an ugly reaction since his quality and level of cuteness will drop in your eyes! He worked so hard to get to where he is in your heart, he can't bear seeing his work for to waste! Especially if that'll decrease the times he gets to be spoiled by you!

But the stuffed thing is in his way! It's trying to out compete him! And that can't do

That being said, what he does is to solve this problem is simple. Out the squishmallow goes, landing on to the floor, somewhere far, far away from your bed while he slowly crawls under you blankets and place your arms around him

Once you wake up, he clings to your side by placing his ribbons all over and either keeping his arms or those moveable ribbons that springs from the ground around your waist to keep you away from anyone or anything else

He also demands to be praised for his cuteness and head pats

All of this, he expects that you keep on and do for the whole day including when doing the deed cause only then will he fully "forgive" you. If not, he'll give you a hard time the whole day, in every way possible, while refusing to talk to you as he sulks

Valefor

He's normal and chill compared to the others where he finds it cute you hug a stuffed toy in your sleep

You looking at peace while snuggling into the squishmallow mostly warms his heart as he continues watch you

Mostly though because he does feel a slight sting of pettiness as a part of him thinks he got one-uped by it and he did not like the idea of it being true at all

He's aware that despite having well developed muscles from all his work-outs, he's, quoting you, "huggable material". Was he not squishy and comfortable enough to not make you react the same way to the pillow-like creature in your arms?

He'll end up face-palming at the fact even felt this way tomorrow but right now, it's bugging him to the point he's about to treat a toy as another unnecessary rival he needs to keep an eye out

Eventually, he does give in and, gently, pulls the squishmallow out of your arms and have it lean against the headboard of the bed. He can tell it's quite precious to you and that last thing he wanted to do was mistreat it only to break your heart

He, then, squeezes himself between your arms and hugs for you for the rest of the night. Though, he does wake up at some point to prop the squishmallow back up when it wakes him by falling over and land on his face

Of course good things are bestowed for those who performs good karma

Not only did he wake up early enough to catch you snuggling into him, you even let him indulge himself in all the ways he wants once you quickly put two-and-two together

[i984]

Not So Peachy of a Trick | Part 3

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader was under the impression of one thing, Wednesday never elaborates the misunderstanding until now, lame-ass guy trying to make moves, Jealous! Wednesday Addams.

|Summary|: Your whole entire relationship with Wednesday Addams is apparently a lie.

|Word count|: 1.1k words

|A/n|: This is a part 3 to "Sweet Words Make a Lovely Shade" (check link in reply for my masterlist)! Reblog and like if you enjoy!

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Dying.

That's what you feel like doing right now.

A lame-ass guy is sitting on what would usually be Wednesday's seat at Weathervane's sofa booth. And what makes it even worse? He's talking- no, flirting with you, you're pretty sure, and your apparently not-girlfriend is not here to save you. 

Your mind travels back to the implausible turn of events unfolding earlier that evening as you sip your coffee and nod your head, smiling politely at the man's poor attempt at a joke.

"What. The. Actual. Friggin. Sheet. IS HAPPENING HERE?" 

You quickly push yourself off Wednesday when the blonde's booming voice rings through the entire dormitory to hear. 

"I believe you have eyes to see what had happened, Enid." Wednesday's tone sounds calm and collected—like she hasn't just taken all the air out of your lungs from the intensity of her kiss—and you can practically hear her best friend who had witnessed everything squeal and jump in excitement; hardwood floor squeaking in her wake. 

"Oh my god, tell me everything!" Enid ran and sprawled her figure across your bed as she continued, "I know you guys have like a thing going on, but I didn't expect it to go so far as to flash me with a passionate make-out session," and you can hear the mix of curiosity and nausea etched in her voice.

You groan as you bury your head in your arms, face heating up because suddenly the room feels abnormally hot. 

"She humiliated me with compliments a few days ago," Wednesday answers the werewolf's request, "in front of everybody else unfortunate enough to be at an earshot distance from us—which wouldn't be too hard with the incessantly loud voice—so I had to make sure payback hurts."

"Like a bitch?" Enid wiggles her eyebrows, voice teasing.

"Sure," Wednesday replies flatly. 

You raise your head to look at the raven-haired girl, face grimacing in betrayal. "That's it? That's why you agreed to make-out with me? To get back at me?" your breathing quickens as you process Wednesday's words. 

"How far did you plan all this? Is that why you even proposed this whole study date thing?" 

"Precisely." 

You widen your eyes at Wednesday's reply, and at that moment, you want nothing more than to sink into the bottom of the ocean; that way, you at least wouldn't have to deal with the embarrassment of even being in the same room with her.

And Enid. Oh god, Enid knows. She'd seen the whole thing, and you're sure everyone else in this academy would know all the deeds by tomorrow morning. 

A meek "...why?" is all you can let out, heart beating wildly against your chest as you feel like you're about to explode. 

"Because I didn't come here to lose," came Wednesday's reply, and you were about to complain before she added the sentence that would be the bane of your existence, "and this isn't a date."

"What?" you snapped your head in Wednesday's direction, sitting straighter in your seat. 

"This isn't a date," Wednesday said impassively, "I simply executed my fool-proof strategy, and it was a resounding success."

"But you are dating, right?" Enid finally cuts in. There's a direness in her voice as you see one of her eyebrows raised in half-concern. 

You scoffed at the werewolf's silly question. "Of course, we are-"

"No. We aren't," Wednesday cuts in.

Your mouth gaped at the absurdity of her words.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what do you mean you're not dating each other?" Enid jumped off the bed and grabbed Wednesday by the shoulders, face contorting in shock.

"Yeah, what do you mean we're not dating?" Your voice raised as you spoke, "You just shoved your tongue down my throat like 5 minutes ago- Don't you dare say we're not dating-"

The aggression and frustration are evident in your voice, and even the densest person on the planet would recognize the scrunched-up, hurt look on your face. Is Wednesday gaslighting you?

"As I said. We're not dating. I just put my strategy-

"-into action? Yeah, is that what you wanted to say? Is that it? Am I just a pawn on your chessboard? Some amusing game you play when you get bored?"

You stood up as you choked out your next words, "What even is all this, Wens? Am I just a joke to you? I know that we never made it official or something like that, but I thought we had something going on. Something special, even."

You held back a tear as you waited for Wednesday's response. There came none. She only sits there with her jaw clenched, as if you're being childish and acting pathetic.

"But I guess we're nothing special, huh?" your inquiry fell on deaf ears, "Heck, there wasn't even a 'we' to begin with." 

You bitterly chuckled as you tore your eyes away, catching a glimpse of Enid's sorry face. Quickly grabbing your stuff from the desk, you turned your back away from the two best friends and walked to your door, only stopping briefly to mutter a quick "See you around, Addams," before slamming the door after you.

And just like that, you were alone once again.

"-your number?" You snap back into reality at the sudden raising in the voice of the man talking to you. You look down to hide your exasperated look and take a deep breath before asking him to repeat his question.

"Yeah, can I get your number? I think you're cute and I'd love to get to know you," the stranger says as he leans forward in your direction; eyes looking expectantly at you.

You sigh. You haven't even responded to a single thing the guy has said in the past 15 minutes; your mind is too busy sulking at the sour memory.

Is this what you look like all the time you've spent with Wednesday? Maybe this is what it feels like for her; uninterested and slightly annoyed that you haven't gotten the hint and back off. 

You take another sip of your coffee. 

It tastes bitter.

Grabbing a tissue paper and a pen from your coat, you write a string of random numbers to get him off your back. 

What you had missed was the ice-cold stare of a familiar figure watching your every movement intently the entire time. You also missed the doorbell brutishly chiming when you handed the tissue paper to the man.

Next thing you know, your hand is yanked until you're forced to stand up from the sofa booth, a possessive arm snaking around the side of your waist, pulling your bodies flush together.

You don't have to look over to see who the intruder is; the familiar cold fingers on your skin and the seething rage emitting from the person beside you give away the identity.

At that moment, you only had one thought in your mind;

Wednesday Friday Addams is a frickin' menace.

[where-dreams-dwell]

Daemon Targaryen's Potential (1/2)

I think I can see what they're trying to do with Daemons character of HOTD but there are such better vessels for self exploration and character development that have been squandered.

Season 1 Daemon is (in hindsight) trying to find himself; he's lashing out and fighting wars, he's trying to force Viserys and the world to give him what he wants, he's trying on being a husband and father while being half a world from the rest of his family, and he's finally basking in marrying the woman he loves and creating a family with her. He's a bit all over the place but we can trace the character growth through his actions and decisions.

But in the Season Finale we finally see the cracks in Daemon as a person, and in his relationship with Rhaenyra. These are areas where no pressure has been placed yet and so they didn't realize that when they were tested they would buckle slightly. Its great and engaging TV, and understandable with Daemon's character progression that these areas had not been explored or challenged until that time. And it adds further worries to Rhaenyra's faction as a ruler and a wife that one of her supposed strongest supporters and source of strength isn't actually as secure as previously thought.

Firstly, Daemons sense of self is challenged when he realizes his brother never viewed him as his heir or a legitimate successor to the Iron Throne. Daemon has stated time and again he doesn't want the throne and the narrative supports that, but its likely a small part of him cherished that for a time he was the heir and his brothers successor. To learn that Viserys never thought of him in that way was devastating, and we know this Daemons physically chokes his wife as he learns it. This is the first distance of violence we have seen towards Rhaenyra personally and towards a wife he cares about (he did kill his first wife Rhea but he made it clear he didn't respect or care for her at all, so in Daemons mind this wouldn't have been a shocking action). This reaction, of violence towards someone he has shown in word and deed that he values and loves, is actually quite out of character and emphasizes how shocked and distraught he is at learning of his brothers 'betrayal' of him.

Secondly his sense of self as a husband is challenged when Rhaenyra is laboring to deliver their daughter Visenya. The narrative implies that this is an unexpected and early birth, so no one is expecting it to end well even putting aside the baby's deformities, but Daemon chooses to prioritize the political and logistical aspects of his role as King-Consort and not the personal one. Even when his wife is crying out for him, when his step-son pleads with him to go to her, he still prioritizes the 'duty' of being a leader and husband of the Queen over that of a husband to a wife. We are shown Daemon as a devoted father to Baela and Rhaena, and as a husband to Leana he prioritized her choice and care over that of medical professionals. This change in behavior when a position of leadership or power was included in the mix is an intriguing development in Daemon's attitude as a father and husband.

And finally his self of self as a leader or ruler of men is challenged when it is made clear that while he is valued for his ideas and input, the final decision will rest with his wife as she is Queen. This is both a change of Daemon personally, as at least since their marriage he and Rhaenyra are shown to either be in agreement on all fronts or to make decisions jointly, and also the same situation he was in when Viserys was king; every decision had to be run through his brother. This is a stark wake up call for Daemon that he will not be able to make decisions independently and unilaterally on his own, and his power once again comes as an extension of someone else. Its likely that even if he knew this academically, it is another thing to be living it and especially at a time of crisis.

Daemon then encounters a crisis of faith in Season 2 Ep 1 in that his view of Rhaenyra is fundamentally challenged, both as a ruler and as a person. Rhaenyra's reaction to her sons death is fundamentally different to how Daemon would react if he were in her position, or so he believes, and he thinks less of her as a result of this. Daemon, as a father, would react more violently to his son being killed and when Rhaenyra doesn't he thinks less of her as a parent; in his view this is the wrong way to grieve the loss of a child. Daemon, as a ruler, would react more vindictively and in a retaliatory fashion against those who had taken his child from him and Rhaenyra isn't doing so; in his view this makes her look weak as a ruler, and undermines her ability to rule and so is again the wrong way to be acting. His faith in her as a Queen is crumbling every time she doesn't do as he would if he were in the chair, especially as he views them as so alike and as 'twin flames'; his frustration grows as he is not allowed to act and the one who is allowed isn't doing what he thinks they should.

This isn't to say that Daemon is right or that Rhaenyra is wrong in this; Daemon thinks the way he would react is just 'the right way' to do so and Rhaeny's is the one who councils him that not only is Rhaenyra's reaction to everything both understandable and acceptable (and that she grieved in the same way herself) but that at the end of the day it doesn't matter if Daemon feels he would act differently; he is not the King and never will be so it is pointless to speculate. Rhaenyra is the Queen and so their role is not to try and make her grieve or act differently but to support her actions in that grief.

Daemons actions with Blood and Cheese are a reaction to all of these criseis, of self and of faith, and is Daemon once again acting selfishly and lashing out; only this time the consequences of his actions will be direct and damaging. In reaction to not being able to act without his wife's oversight, in reaction to him feeling Rhaenyra is not acting violently and decisively enough as a ruler and as a mother, Daemon acts both independently and violently, and it immediately backfires. The Greens fumble the bag a bit with the PR opportunity he gives them but his actions could have cost Rhaenyra allies, support, and even eventually the war itself. His selfish actions hurt and undermine Rhaenyra as a ruler, and their relationships is shown to be weaker and more flawed than either of them had thought it to be.

And in that final scene of confrontation it shows that Daemons own actions have always been his downfall, and that again none of his struggles are new information; Rhaenyra was always going to be Queen, Daemon was always going to act as the support to her rule, and yet everything he is doing is eroding her trust and reliance upon him. Time away for him to realize his flaws and re-commit to the life and position that he knowingly chose will make their partnership strong enough to survive the imminent tragedies looming on the (metaphorical) horizon, and make their love feel doomed enough when The Dance reaches it conclusion. That final arc will not hit hard enough if half of the people watching don't truly believe Daemon supports his wife 100% so now is the time to put in the character work and exorcise those doubts.

[kokusfluffyhair]

Onmyoji (2023) NSFW Headcanons

Characters including: Hiromasa, Seimei, Atsumi, Yasunori, Suzaku Gate Demon

Written with f or afab reader in mind

Posting here because it's not just about my boy Hiromasa, but will be reblogged to my Hiro Pookie love account

banner below by @cafekitsune

Hiromasa

+ Bisexual, inexperienced golden retriever + You could very well be his first time + Needs to drink a little to loosen up + Would be concerned about hurting you + Uses a lot of lube (regardless of the entrance used) + Highly values foreplay, especially through snuggles to get used to the feeling and warmth of each other's bodies + As per his time period, he would not strip down completely naked + If you insisted that you stripped down naked, he would still do it with you because he's open-minded, but he would be visibly awkward and uncomfortable about it + He gets extra horny when you still wear a loose robe while being intimate + Is very vocal -- prepare for a lot of high-pitched moans + He won't last very long but is eager to do multiple rounds + On the dick size -- it's medium to large with a nice girth + He's shy about his dick, so don't comment on it too much + He's equally satisfied by traditional p-i-v sex or by receiving anal with a strap-on, but otherwise he's very vanilla + Falls asleep quickly after you two finish up + He'll literally yap himself to sleep telling you how good you made him feel until he's finally out + Praise him back -- even though he's new to this he tries his best to pleasure you and he values your intimacy more than you'll ever know + He'll get hurt if you leave him while he's sleeping, meanwhile he'd have the biggest smile and brightest eyes if you're laying next to him when he wakes up

Seimei

+ Gay, experienced, but won't deny you + Nothing you do can impress him + He has some interesting techniques that will catch you off guard + Has a long and skinny dick + He will use magic while having sex, which may or may not put you in bondage + Bites a lot + Ass lover + Is not vanilla at all and will suggest everything and anything to you + He thinks that he's done it all, so try to see if you can actually come up with something he's never tried out before. Then, perhaps, he might just remember that night with you + Isn't very vocal and will grunt more than moan + He's not thinking about you while having sex + You won't be able to walk after a night with him + Can last multiple rounds -- but can you? + Would give you medication to ease any aching in your muscles + Would let you sleep over at his residence and would have his shikis take care of you + Once he finished and you're resting he's back to studying/work as if nothing happened

Atsumi

+ On the asexual spectrum + Is not very experienced but has tried it before + It would take many instances of spending casual, friendly time together before he would be open to sex + Due to the norms of his time, his first instinct would be to remain clothed to some degree, but if you suggested going full-on nude, he would be surprised but would try + He'd get attached to the feeling of skin on skin + Would laugh a lot during sex + He might have some trouble in ... initiating his performance ... be kind to him + His dick is average + Probably wouldn't be up for more than one round + Aftercare king + He probably wouldn't sleep much at all after actually doing the deed with someone + Looking back on the experience would make him giddy

Yasunori

+ Straight and more experienced than anyone would expect + There's one place where this man gets crazy -- and it's the bed + Dominant type -- you have to play by his rules + Will keep his robe on and will send you out of his chambers if you strip yourself naked + He's got a small dick but puts a lot of power into it + You might suspect that he's using magic, but he isn't. This is all him + Gets a high out of making you beg + Doesn't really care if he hurts you (as long as it's not lethal) + If he does go too far, he takes full responsibility and will provide you treatment/care + Boobie kink + Ejaculation kink + He uses magic or other medications to prevent pregnancies (this man don't have time to be a baby daddy) + His cat shiki is watching from the window while you do everything. If it bothers you, he'll send you off + He doesn't show it, but the time with you does leave an impression on him + If he has sex with you, it means that he trusts you not to speak to anyone -- ever -- about your experiences together + He will curse you if you do talk about it + If you come to him a second time, he'll take the time to arrange treats and your favourite tea for you

Suzaku Gate Demon

+ Bisexual and very experienced + He will try everything and anything, so be prepared + You'll be doing it on the roof of the Suzaku Gate + Big on foreplay and starting it off slow + Sex is like a sweet game to him + He will only do it fully nude -- keeping on a robe is for prude humans like Hiromasa after all + Likes to bite and then suck the blood from the wounds + He's a moaner and a squealler + He's very responsible with preventing pregnancy so he'll use some form of protection and also pull out + After pulling out, he likes to pull off the "condom" and let it rain with his cum + Bonus points if he accidentally hits a clueless noble walking by + As a human, he had a larger dick and that only became bigger and girthier when he turned into a demon. But don't worry, he's packed with lube and will make sure you can take him + He doesn't have a favourite body part, what he likes is that you can amuse him and make him laugh

[d34dlysinner]

I wanted to write some short crack or fluff so-

Sleeping (yes sleeping) with the demon kings the four that are released atleast

Beel

Sleeping with Beel is surprisingly calming. For someone who just wanders around and does random things at random places, a peaceful night was the last thing you expected.

If you both felt needy the evening before you would do the deed. If one of you weren't feeling to be steamy you both would sleep.

He would occasionally hold you at night and just breathe in your scent to calm down. It was his way of confirming that you weren't ditching him like he would do to others. You were different, the difference being that he actually liked you. Ditching you at this point wasn't something he would do. And he hoped you wouldn't too.

You both sleep peacefully until you abruptly wake up the next morning due to his morning coughs.

Him: *Coughs*

You: You should stop smoking.

Him: Never.

You: 🤨

Him: ... okay, but not now.

Leviathan

Leviathan sleeps as if he's dead. He just doesn't move. Lays on his back and doesn't look like he breathes. If you didn't know better you'd think he actually, gracefully, passed away.

You learnt that he usually sleeps like this. The only difference being if he feels cuddly or not. If he's feeling cuddly he would curl up beside you. Holding you firmly, as if you'd disappear when he wakes up.

He sleeps peacefully with you near, which was pretty unusual for him since he didn't like crowds around him. He especially wouldn't have liked someone in the same bed as him. It would've made him uncomfortable, but you were somehow very calming to him. Whenever you around he feels as if he could trust someone with him being vulnerable. That's why he likes you.

This moment would be ruined in the morning if one of his noble demons barged in because of jealousy.

Noble demon: *barges in*

Levi: *wakes up*

You: "Dude can't you knock?"

Noble demon: "Can't you stop stealing his attention?"

Mammon

This man fears to crush you in his sleep. He loves you dearly, but you, a human, were so small/fragile that he feared him being in the same bed would've consequences. He doesn't sleep peacefully every night. Some nights he wakes up every hour to check if your fine.

Eventually he made sure that you'd sleep on top of him. He felt that feeling your weight on top of him would've been a way of confirming that you were alright. It doesn't work completely since he would feel you shifting in your sleep. Resulting in him waking up, but it was better than constantly fearing to see you squished under him. The moments he is awake at night, he would use to admire your sleeping state. He would stare at your nightgown/pyjamas and how nicely it fits on you. Giving your forehead a kiss before sleeping again.

The only way the night/morning could've been ruined is if one random demon dares to barge in. But that doesn't happen too much with Mammon.

Satan

Now this guy has sleeping problems. Or more like... the people who sleep with him have sleeping problems. It doesn't happen a lot, but he'll occasionally fight in his sleep. He also becomes very defensive in his sleep as a result to his nobles acting like children and intentionally annoying him.

Some mornings you would wake up feeling replenished and satisfied and other mornings or nights you would wake up after being pushed of the bed or feeling a kick against your leg.

If the latter happened he would occasionally wake up soon after. Just staring at you and mumbling an apology. Shifting in the bed to give you space to join him again.

He would also sometimes hug you in his sleep. This doesn't happen a lot, but it's very comfortable and warm if he does.

These nights can't get worse than this. Unless a noble decide to sneak in the room demanding for Satan to punch him.

Noble demon: *sneaks in*

Satan: *Defense on, wakes up, sees and punches demon*

Noble demon: "Thank you."😊

Satan: 🙂 "Get out."

You: *who saw this happen as if it didn't happen the first time* "What the fu-k??" 😅😭

[lloydfrontera]

oh yeah! lloyd never actually does contemplate suicide in any of the spoiler endings (he always die by something else) since he wants to live desperately because unlike his life in seoul there is hope in the 'novel' world he got placed in and a reason to live since he still has a family, friends, income here. and the only times he did contemplate though is when he woke up as kim suho and thought everything as a dream because he knows as kim suho there really isn't anything to live for

thing is,,, he does contemplate suicide nonnie. like. that's very much a thing that happens. he does think about killing himself and the only reason he dismisses the idea is because at that point him dying just,,, wouldn't really fix anything.

to be clear, lloyd never wants to die. a very important part of his character is his desire to live, heck, the latter half of the plot is him looking desperately for a way to avoid dying while not sacrificing javier's life for it. i'm not saying that he's ever actively suicidal or that wishes to die, that's not it.

i understand what you're saying! however,,, the point of the ending spoilers is that the lloyd of that particular timeline has no hope anymore. he's grasping at straws, the only thing he has left is to die in such a way his past self can have some clues or hints as how to avoid this particular fate. so while i agree that in our timeline, lloyd has no reason to be suicidal, in the ending spoilers i think it would've made sense for him to kill himself at least once.

heck, the fourth spoiler is basically assisted suicide! yes, it was javier's hand that killed lloyd, but he only did it because lloyd himself asked him to. in that timeline, lloyd has no hope left. he's done. he just wants his death to help his past self to avoid this fate.

i've talked about it before, but i think it would've fucked if lloyd's deaths had continued on the same pattern we'd gotten until the fourth spoiler and become increasingly self-inflicted to the point the last one is just. him doing the deed himself. no disaster, no plague, no accidental alcohol poisoning, no best friend being asked to do it. just lloyd and a hopeless future he wants to avoid at all cost.

it would've been fucked up! and i would've liked to see it!

also! i'm curious about that last bit you said about suho contemplating suicide when he wakes up back in his own body. a few of us have talked about how easily his thoughts could've turned that direction, but do you have a quote where it's confirmed??? oh that would also fuck tbh!

[quinloki]

Some Direction

Fem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd 18+ only

Chapter 1 - Table of Consent -

Chapter 21: Solid White Line

Things were a bit of a blur. You had injuries enough to warrant going to the hospital, and Zoro needed to have surgery for his gash on his face, along with a few other cuts he'd gotten during the fight. You yelled at him until he got on the gurney and then rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital. It was a little comical to see you practically growling at him until he obliged, and you apologized during the ride to the hospital for embarrassing him.

The EMTs in the ambulance with you had grins in their faces, but no one said anything. Zoro just squeezed your hand while the EMTs did their job.

The longest time you spent separated from him over the next three days was when he was in surgery.

Usopp survived - the shot that hit him didn't penetrate the mask he had been wearing, but the impact had knocked him out cold. He was still unconscious, and under police supervision and custody.

"Once he regains consciousness, he'll be processed and imprisoned pending trial." Smoker was explaining things to you and Zoro.

Zoro's surgery went as well as it could, but the bandages on his face - protecting his eye as it healed - weren't coming off yet. The hospital, with help from you and Mihawk, were keeping him on minimal activity and maximum bed rest until things healed enough. He was sitting up while Smoker and Tashigi were here, but he hadn't been arguing when you made him lay down otherwise. Though you imagined the lack of his complaining was because you'd often lay down with him, or at least stay nearby and hold his hand.

"You might be called to testify, but there's enough evidence that testimony might not be needed. His residence was filled with proof enough of his deeds." Smoker continues to explain.

"I... wouldn't be surprised if he confesses when he wakes up." You say, a troubled look on your face.

Zoro nods. "After he calms down."

Smoker grunts. "Given what he said to you in the warehouse, I wouldn't be surprised by any of that either. However things play out, I'll keep you as updated as I can. After all that you've both been through, it's the least I can do."

The officer looked like he had aged almost two years since you had first interacted with him over the break-in. You knew he had been stressed about how things had been handled, and you couldn't believe yours was the only case he had on his shoulders.

"We appreciate that. I'm glad everyone survived, and I hope Usopp gets the help he needs." You smile sadly and then squeeze Zoro's hand. "Preferably from quite the distance away from us, if I'm being honest."

"Understandable." Smoker admits.

"If there's anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to contact us." Tashigi offers, giving you a small card with her and Smoker's personal numbers on it.

"Thanks, and uh, I mean this as kindly as I can, but I hope I never have to see either of you after this is over." You admit sheepishly, gratefully accepting the card despite your words.

You hear Zoro grunt and after a second Smoker laughs. You're surprised, maybe even relieved, to hear actual joy in the man's laugh, given how serious and stressed he looked.

"May you never have need of us again," he agrees as he and Tashigi bow before leaving.

"How are you feeling today?" Zoro asks, running his hand gingerly over your midsection.

"Bruises hurt worse with time; I think." You admit, wincing a little as you let him shift you around so you're laying down beside him. The hospital bed is barely big enough for both of you, but ever since they disconnected most of the IVs from Zoro you had been spending a lot of time like this.

"Ready to leave tomorrow?"

"I'm ready to leave now." He grumbles.

You smile. "It's so awful being medically mandated to snuggle."

His ears flush red and his hand goes over your eyes, since he's not supposed to touch his. "You know that's not what I meant."

You giggle, tilting your head enough to kiss his palm. "I know." You snuggle into him a little, taking care not to press against the few stitches he had on his torso.

37 stitches in total. Twenty for the line on his face, and 17 others on his shoulder, arm, and torso. Nothing fatal. You had an assortment of bruises and rope burns, the worst of which were the ones on your stomach and the slap from Usopp that had split your lip and cut your cheek into your teeth. You were able to eat solid foods without too much pain, but two days of jello and applesauce had not put you in a pleasant mood.

Not that you had said much on it. You felt horribly guilty about the entire ordeal. You felt like you had gotten off light compared to what Zoro went through. You had dealt with Usopp for hours and had a few bruises and a busted mouth. He had dealt with him for a few minutes and might have lost his eye because you couldn't get away fast enough.

In that vein of thinking, you had several sessions of therapy to attend as well. It had been offered by the government, and Mihawk had recommended that you both accept the offer. Better to work through what had happened with a professional, than to lean on another alone and hope for the best. Since you were having a hard time even talking about what was on your chest, you couldn't disagree.

"I wanted to ask," you say after a moment's silence. "I love the ring, but why is there a star etched in it?"

Zoro's face was instantly red, and his hand was over your face as you felt his whole body tense. There was a long silence, and you could feel his heart beating faster in his chest.

"Later." He finally manages, a moment before you were going to tell him he didn't have to tell you right now. "After we get home."

You nod. "Okay."

. . . . .

You and Mihawk were in the room with Zoro as the attending doctor, a man named Hongo with dirty blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, was checking Zoro's eye wound. The doctor was tall and broad-shouldered, but not overly bulky. He looked bigger than Mihawk and Zoro only because the other two were leaner than you expected from a couple martial artists.

"It's healing up nicely. The blade was sharp and that has actually helped." He leans back. "I've cleaned off the glue we were using to keep it still, can you open it for me?"

"Yeah, I think so." Zoro answers.

You had a death grip on Mihawk. You were sure you were almost crushing his hand, but he made no noise and offered no complaints. His other hand was over yours, offering comfort while you both watched things unfold.

"Seems the initial prognosis was correct... what do you see?"

"It's blurry."

"Painful at all?"

"Not really. Things are bright."

"That's good. Give it a couple more days, keep it clean, feel free to cover it up so you don't strain it. You might come away with this only needing some glasses, Mr. Roronoa." Dr. Hongo says, straightening up and tucking a light back in his pocket. "Bit of a miracle, honestly."

"It's okay then? His eye's okay?" You question hopefully, worried you had been misunderstanding the exchange.

Zoro turns to you, and you can see for yourself. It's red and swollen a little still, but it's intact and you can see that he sees you with it, blurry or not. Your legs buckle and Mihawk lowers you gently to the ground as you start crying in relief.

"I thought... you were gonna lose your eye... b-because you had to p-protect me!" You manage to choke the words out for the first time, covering your face in embarrassment, already well aware he would be irritated knowing you had been thinking that way. "I was so worried, and I couldn't say anything..."

"That's my cue," Hongo offers quietly, excusing himself from the room with a nod.

Mihawk pats your head lightly and steps out of the room as well. Zoro stands up from the bed and comes over to you. He stands there quietly for a moment before sitting down beside you. He doesn't say anything, just sits beside you while you get the tears out of your system. Giving you time and space to calm down without pressure.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly, after you get your tears and breathing under control.

"For what?"

"... For... for feeling this guilty about it," you say after a moment. "I know it wasn't my fault, but it feels like it is and-."

His arms wrap around you, and he moves you into his lap easily. Sitting on the floor cradled against him calms you down. You want to admonish him for moving around so much even though he still has stitches, but you don't feel him flinch or twitch in pain, and the warmth of his embrace is comforting.

"It's okay." He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

"D-don't say something like you would've given both your eyes, or some other equally unacceptable outcome." You pout and feel him flinch. "Marimo."

Zoro clicks his tongue. "Don't you start."

"Marimos are cute."

"That's half my problem with that name."

"The other half?"

"... I like the way you say my name better."

Your face flushes as he hugs you.

"I can't promise I won't risk myself for you." He says, after a moment. His tone is a little apologetic, but it's more that his conviction is set.

"I know." You admit, a small pout in your vice.

You knew who he was. You knew his protective streak was only matched by his scowl. You knew he would've given an eye or more to see you come out of the ordeal unscathed and would've been almost inconsolable if you had suffered any loss yourself.

The double standard could be aggravating, but you understood it at least. You did what you did during your time with Usopp because you knew if you risked too much and died, he would never forgive himself. But you had to risk something in order to do all you could to protect him. Better to regret your actions than to lament your inactions after the fact.

Even if you weren't as strong, or as skilled, it didn't change the fact that you needed him to be okay. No matter what he risked and no matter what you faced.

"Hey, say it again." He prompts you, hugging you close.

You smile. "I love you."

[watermeloncholycucumbersome]

Day 70 of Writing Something Everyday

(365 Day Challenge)

True Story.

Why is everyone "too busy" when I need them,

But I have to be available and ready to go when others need me?

It's the truth I've suffered the repercussions..

I guess there's a big difference between mine and others' mentalities,

I know how it feels to be:

Not thought about,

Unacknowledged,

Last minute additive,

The odd one out...

Bullied...

Patronized..

Purposely made feel bad...

I don't do that to others because it's a terrible feeling but I guess most I've met have never had that problem,

The world at their beckon call...

It must be nice to have the world on speed dial and it just answers on the first ring, agreeing to do your bidding.

I haven't had that luxury unfortunately.

They just use me when they need me,

And guess what? I'm right there like an idiot doing whatever needs done.

I text someone they never respond all day,

Yet I'm the asshole if I don't respond in 2.7 seconds.

I need to find friends?

Oh okay, just let me go to the friend store..

You don't think I've tried?

NOBODY WANTS TO TALK TO ME.

I'm not lying they get what they want and I foolishly think I have someone to talk to because they've humoured me for a bit and they never come back.

Show me where these decent people are..

I've definitely not seen them or met them,

To have a friend you have to be a friend.

Friendship is a one way street now, all take and no give.

I try to share with others what I have but that's not good enough, the humans around me are too privileged I guess,

Then I'm expected to take what I'm given with a smile on my face and a thank you on my lips.

Everyone seems to have a choice but me..

When am I going to wake up and realize that people don't like me?

Heck, they don't even think about me..

When they do I'm looked up and down like the world is a fashion show and I didn't get the memo.

Sorry for not being fancy enough to hang out with you..

"Oh you cut your own bangs? Ha-ha-ha-ha"

Yes, yes it's hilarious to not have anyone help me so I have to do it myself..

"Oh she's so Canadian!"

Here we have exhibit A, the little uncultured swine called Jenni.

She only eats certain things she can handle because she might be a bit neuro like that..

Things out of her 'safe zone' might taste weird, make her vomit, and she's not partial to weird textures etc.

Watch her struggle learning to use chopsticks and laugh because it's sooooooo hilarious, then when she picks it up quickly because she's being bullied so bad ignore her.

Oh look she must've been allergic to something we tried to get her to eat! Isn't that cute?!

She's also fat so why is she so picky with her food? She wasn't to gain the weight!

*the crowd pisses themselves laughing*

I don't have to be like you and you don't have to be like me.. That is okay you know?

God didn't make us all to be carbon copies of each other, He's not boring He doesn't like making the same thing twice..

It bugs me that I didn't even get considered to help pick my deceased mother's birthday cake, both of us hated red velvet..

But I should be thankful right?

We should all just have a laugh at the poor girl who's now a legit orphan and feel better when we go to sleep tonight because we've done our good deed of the day.

Jesus would be proud..

God, I wish my mom were here..

But thankfully for you all she isn't or else you would've got an ear full.

Thankfully she isn't here to tell you all you're jerks and shouldn't treat anyone like this - not even an enemy.

This is gross behaviour from grown assed adults.

Be thankful I don't say anything, be thankful I forgive you.

But don't take advantage of my love for God, even He tells you not to be around people like that.

Be thankful my Mom's not here to get upset but it's sad that there's not even a fear of God from "Christian" people or they wouldn't have acted like that.

You think my mom was bad, wait until my Father gets home.

And that's actually terrifying to be honest.

I forgive you.

I forgive you.

I forgive you

Please God don't let them do this to someone else.

~Jenni

[mugiwara-no-toshokan]

Some Direction

CisFem Reader x Roronoa Zoro

CW: Language, stalking, violence, sexual themes and situations, ptsd -- surprisingly fluffy despite it all. 18+ only

Chapter 21: Solid White Line

Things were a bit of a blur. You had injuries enough to warrant going to the hospital, and Zoro needed to have surgery for his gash on his face, along with a few other cuts he'd gotten during the fight. You yelled at him until he got on the gurney and then rode in the ambulance with him to the hospital. It was a little comical to see you practically growling at him until he obliged, and you apologized during the ride to the hospital for embarrassing him.

The EMTs in the ambulance with you had grins in their faces, but no one said anything. Zoro just squeezed your hand while the EMTs did their job.

The longest time you spent separated from him over the next three days was when he was in surgery.

Usopp survived - the shot that hit him didn't penetrate the mask he had been wearing, but the impact had knocked him out cold. He was still unconscious, and under police supervision and custody.

"Once he regains consciousness, he'll be processed and imprisoned pending trial." Smoker was explaining things to you and Zoro.

Zoro's surgery went as well as it could, but the bandages on his face - protecting his eye as it healed - weren't coming off yet. The hospital, with help from you and Mihawk, were keeping him on minimal activity and maximum bed rest until things healed enough. He was sitting up while Smoker and Tashigi were here, but he hadn't been arguing when you made him lay down otherwise. Though you imagined the lack of his complaining was because you'd often lay down with him, or at least stay nearby and hold his hand.

"You might be called to testify, but there's enough evidence that testimony might not be needed. His residence was filled with proof enough of his deeds." Smoker continues to explain.

"I... wouldn't be surprised if he confesses when he wakes up." You say, a troubled look on your face.

Zoro nods. "After he calms down."

Smoker grunts. "Given what he said to you in the warehouse, I wouldn't be surprised by any of that either. However things play out, I'll keep you as updated as I can. After all that you've both been through, it's the least I can do."

The officer looked like he had aged almost two years since you had first interacted with him over the break-in. You knew he had been stressed about how things had been handled, and you couldn't believe yours was the only case he had on his shoulders.

"We appreciate that. I'm glad everyone survived, and I hope Usopp gets the help he needs." You smile sadly and then squeeze Zoro's hand. "Preferably from quite the distance away from us, if I'm being honest."

"Understandable." Smoker admits.

"If there's anything we can do for you, don't hesitate to contact us." Tashigi offers, giving you a small card with her and Smoker's personal numbers on it.

"Thanks, and uh, I mean this as kindly as I can, but I hope I never have to see either of you after this is over." You admit sheepishly, gratefully accepting the card despite your words.

You hear Zoro grunt and after a second Smoker laughs. You're surprised, maybe even relieved, to hear actual joy in the man's laugh, given how serious and stressed he looked.

"May you never have need of us again," he agrees as he and Tashigi bow before leaving.

"How are you feeling today?" Zoro asks, running his hand gingerly over your midsection.

"Bruises hurt worse with time; I think." You admit, wincing a little as you let him shift you around so you're laying down beside him. The hospital bed is barely big enough for both of you, but ever since they disconnected most of the IVs from Zoro you had been spending a lot of time like this.

"Ready to leave tomorrow?"

"I'm ready to leave now." He grumbles.

You smile. "It's so awful being medically mandated to snuggle."

His ears flush red and his hand goes over your eyes, since he's not supposed to touch his. "You know that's not what I meant."

You giggle, tilting your head enough to kiss his palm. "I know." You snuggle into him a little, taking care not to press against the few stitches he had on his torso.

37 stitches in total. Twenty for the line on his face, and 17 others on his shoulder, arm, and torso. Nothing fatal. You had an assortment of bruises and rope burns, the worst of which were the ones on your stomach and the slap from Usopp that had split your lip and cut your cheek into your teeth. You were able to eat solid foods without too much pain, but two days of jello and applesauce had not put you in a pleasant mood.

Not that you had said much on it. You felt horribly guilty about the entire ordeal. You felt like you had gotten off light compared to what Zoro went through. You had dealt with Usopp for hours and had a few bruises and a busted mouth. He had dealt with him for a few minutes and might have lost his eye because you couldn't get away fast enough.

In that vein of thinking, you had several sessions of therapy to attend as well. It had been offered by the government, and Mihawk had recommended that you both accept the offer. Better to work through what had happened with a professional, than to lean on another alone and hope for the best. Since you were having a hard time even talking about what was on your chest, you couldn't disagree.

"I wanted to ask," you say after a moment's silence. "I love the ring, but why is there a star etched in it?"

Zoro's face was instantly red, and his hand was over your face as you felt his whole body tense. There was a long silence, and you could feel his heart beating faster in his chest.

"Later." He finally manages, a moment before you were going to tell him he didn't have to tell you right now. "After we get home."

You nod. "Okay."

. . . . .

You and Mihawk were in the room with Zoro as the attending doctor, a man named Hongo with dirty blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, was checking Zoro's eye wound. The doctor was tall and broad-shouldered, but not overly bulky. He looked bigger than Mihawk and Zoro only because the other two were leaner than you expected from a couple martial artists.

"It's healing up nicely. The blade was sharp and that has actually helped." He leans back. "I've cleaned off the glue we were using to keep it still, can you open it for me?"

"Yeah, I think so." Zoro answers.

You had a death grip on Mihawk. You were sure you were almost crushing his hand, but he made no noise and offered no complaints. His other hand was over yours, offering comfort while you both watched things unfold.

"Seems the initial prognosis was correct... what do you see?"

"It's blurry."

"Painful at all?"

"Not really. Things are bright."

"That's good. Give it a couple more days, keep it clean, feel free to cover it up so you don't strain it. You might come away with this only needing some glasses, Mr. Roronoa." Dr. Hongo says, straightening up and tucking a light back in his pocket. "Bit of a miracle, honestly."

"It's okay then? His eye's okay?" You question hopefully, worried you had been misunderstanding the exchange.

Zoro turns to you, and you can see for yourself. It's red and swollen a little still, but it's intact and you can see that he sees you with it, blurry or not. Your legs buckle and Mihawk lowers you gently to the ground as you start crying in relief.

"I thought... you were gonna lose your eye... b-because you had to p-protect me!" You manage to choke the words out for the first time, covering your face in embarrassment, already well aware he would be irritated knowing you had been thinking that way. "I was so worried, and I couldn't say anything..."

"That's my cue," Hongo offers quietly, excusing himself from the room with a nod.

Mihawk pats your head lightly and steps out of the room as well. Zoro stands up from the bed and comes over to you. He stands there quietly for a moment before sitting down beside you. He doesn't say anything, just sits beside you while you get the tears out of your system. Giving you time and space to calm down without pressure.

"I'm sorry," you say quietly, after you get your tears and breathing under control.

"For what?"

"... For... for feeling this guilty about it," you say after a moment. "I know it wasn't my fault, but it feels like it is and-."

His arms wrap around you, and he moves you into his lap easily. Sitting on the floor cradled against him calms you down. You want to admonish him for moving around so much even though he still has stitches, but you don't feel him flinch or twitch in pain, and the warmth of his embrace is comforting.

"It's okay." He says softly, kissing the top of your head.

"D-don't say something like you would've given both your eyes, or some other equally unacceptable outcome." You pout and feel him flinch. "Marimo."

Zoro clicks his tongue. "Don't you start."

"Marimos are cute."

"That's half my problem with that name."

"The other half?"

"... I like the way you say my name better."

Your face flushes as he hugs you.

"I can't promise I won't risk myself for you." He says, after a moment. His tone is a little apologetic, but it's more that his conviction is set.

"I know." You admit, a small pout in your vice.

You knew who he was. You knew his protective streak was only matched by his scowl. You knew he would've given an eye or more to see you come out of the ordeal unscathed and would've been almost inconsolable if you had suffered any loss yourself.

The double standard could be aggravating, but you understood it at least. You did what you did during your time with Usopp because you knew if you risked too much and died, he would never forgive himself. But you had to risk something in order to do all you could to protect him. Better to regret your actions than to lament your inactions after the fact.

Even if you weren't as strong, or as skilled, it didn't change the fact that you needed him to be okay. No matter what he risked and no matter what you faced.

"Hey, say it again." He prompts you, hugging you close.

You smile. "I love you."

[sixpossumsinatrenchcoat]

game over

In the wake of the worst end, Aubrey & Kel confront their regrets.

When Aubrey gets home from work, she finds Basil stretched out across her bed.

“Aubrey, Aubrey, Aubrey!!!” he gasps, flitting to his feet. Like it’s some huge surprise, finding her in her own apartment. “I’ve been waiting!!!”

She doesn’t answer.

…What? It’s not mean. It’s not like he can actually hear her.

Aubrey isn’t crazy, okay? She knows he isn’t real. He's just some stupid memory that her stupid brain spat out after all the guilt and shame finally shoved her off the deep end. There’s no such thing as ghosts. If there was, she wouldn't have had to miss Mari so much, and none of this awful shit would even have happened.

He’s not even a very convincing daydream. Even if Basil wasn’t dead, it’s been years since he looked at her like that. His whole face shining with hope and adoration. Like she was—someplace safe.

“I’ve been soooo bored,” Basil burbles, trailing after her like a baby duck while she shrugs off her jacket and wings it at the couch. “I read all your books again but, Aubrey, you r-really don’t have very many books!! What do you do when you get lonely without any books to keep you company??”

Aubrey doesn’t have that problem, because Aubrey doesn’t get lonely. And she definitely doesn’t need company. Not anymore. Lesson learned, bridges burned, etcetera etcetera. The whole friendship game is a lot more trouble than it’s worth. Aubrey could take it or leave it.

It’s not like she didn’t try. She found a family once. Then they threw her away. Then she tried to make her own family, only she got the math wrong, and wound up with a mob of fucking murderers. A pack of bullies who would harass the world’s most pathetic little squirrel until he was ready to die just to be free of them.

(…Free of her.)

She’s not just talking a palmful of pills, either. Basil was so hungry to die, he was willing to do it in the dumbest, messiest, most painful way imaginable.

Can you even imagine driving a pair of pruning shears through your gut? Aubrey can. She tried it once. Not to kill herself, obviously—Aubrey’s not a quitter—but just to see how it would feel. Spoilers: it felt pretty fucking bad. She barely broke the skin before she lost her nerve.

And Basil was always reading those nerdy old paperbacks. Swords and magic and brave little nobodies who went on to accomplish great deeds. With all the bloody pre-industrial warfare he’d read about, he would’ve known that a gut wound is one of the worst ways to go. And somehow, that still sounded like a better time than living for another second with his own personal torturer asleep on his couch. 'Gee, I sure wish my old pal Aubrey would be a little nicer! Guess I’d better drive a pair of round-tip scissors through my fucking chest! Will I bleed out before I’ve finished digesting my organs? There’s only one way to find out!’

“A-Aubrey,” Basil sniffles. He’s still trying to smile, but she can see his eyes reddening. “Wh-Why are you ignoring me?? D-Did I… do something wrong?”

Fuck. Fuck her, she can’t fucking do this. She is so fucking pathetic.

“...Course not,” she says gruffly. “Sorry. I’ll… get some new books?”

His face lights up. It’s cute. Basil was always so cute, before she ruined him. “R-Really?? Oh, wow!! Oh, oh, can I make you a list? There’s this one series I want you to read, and—b-before you say anything, I know you don’t usually like fantasy, but—! I think you’ll really relate to the heroine!!”

You’re a splinter of a broken mind, you stupid nerd. What could you tell me that I don’t already know? “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah!!! She went through a lot, but she trained and trained so she could protect everyone, to make sure no one else would ever have to hurt like she did. She’s soooo cool and strong, and she always does what’s right. Just like you!!”

“Hah. Yeah. Sure.”

Read the rest here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46429294/chapters/117015964

[rosiesmuts]

Milk, It Does a Body Good

Male Reader x Minju & Twice Dahyun

Words: 3,000

"BREED ME DADDY!" Minju yelled out, riding you on the couch in her dressing room. The first time it happened, you weren't sure what to think.  However, you became a seasoned veteran in this sexual deed–this becoming a weekly ritual with Minju claiming that the feeling of being filled with cum helps to calm her nerves for her hosting duties.

There’s a sudden knock on the door and panic overwhelms your body thinking that after three months of this, today would finally be the day you got caught. This session went on longer than usual, and it was time for Minju to start rehearsals. The knock was loud enough for the both of you to hear and despite being the one with more to lose, her pace in bouncing up and down on your lap doesn’t miss a beat. A sly smirk grows on Minju’s lips before she screams out "I'm cumming!" This seems to satisfy the person on the other side of the door as you can hear their footsteps walking away. 

The excitement of almost getting caught sends you both into a frenzy and in perfect harmony, Minju rides you faster while you simultaneously thrust upwards into her tight walls–both tirelessly chasing after your own orgasms with the timer quickly running out. In an attempt to quiet down the increasingly loud beauty, you place your hand over her mouth. As her breathing intensifies and her skin grows flush, her mouth opens wide before biting down on your hand to silence herself. Her pulsating walls combined with the sudden burst of pain causes you to launch one of the most mind blowing orgasms directly into the mewling Minju.

As she catches her breath, she wraps both her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a gentle kiss. The moment her lips touch yours, the sound of the door lightly closing catches your attention. Believing your mind to be playing tricks on you, you give it no second thought.

Still trying to catch her breath, Minju leans against your chest–the feeling of her soft tits still present through her clothes. As she remembers she still has a show to attend to, she perks back up and gives you one final kiss. 

“Thank you Daddy, but I have to go!” Minju flashes you a bright smile and climbs off of you. One more check in the mirror, and a quick fix of her hair and outfit and she's off to her hosting duties. She turns the door handle before turning back around, flashing you a wink and blowing a kiss in your direction before disappearing into the hallway. 

Normally, you would sit in the waiting room or sometimes even join the crowd, but the burst of adrenaline from the excitement of getting caught has run its course and you’re on the way down. Your eyes start to weigh down until you find yourself fast asleep.

You were hoping to wake up before Minju finished her show, but that plan is ruined when you get awakened by a gentle peck on your lips.

"Daddy wake up." Hearing those words immediately gets you out of your tired state as she only calls you that during sexy times. As your vision adjusts to the light, you think you're still dreaming when there’s apparently two Minjus standing in front of you.

Minju giggles while introducing you to the other Minju. After rubbing your eyes, your full vision returns, and realize the other Minju is actually a Twice's Dahyun. You knew she was a special co-host today, but have no idea as to why she would be in Minju's dressing room.

"Um, nice to meet you Dahyun, but what are you doing here?"

Dahyun begins to answer, but Minju casually slaps her on the butt. "Daddy, she was the person who knocked on our door earlier and snooped on us. She said she wouldn't tell anyone but only on one condition."

"And what would that be?" You ask, already having an idea on what her terms would be.

Dahyun is about to speak up, but before the words can even leave her mouth, she turns beet red and tries to walk away. Minju grabs onto her arm before she is able to escape and answers the question for her. 

“She said she wanted to try out your cock Daddy.”

“I’m sorry! I made a mistake. I should go. I promise I won’t tell anyone what I saw earlier” Dahyun tries to pull her arm away, but Minju has a surprisingly strong grip.

“Why don’t you show her Daddy?”

 You didn’t expect to find yourself in this situation. Two beautiful women staring intently at you, waiting for you to remove your pants. Just the idea of having fun with Dahyun was enough to have you at the ready. Minju is smiling and Dahyun has a blank, glazed over look in her eyes as you raise your hips to lower your pants.

“Omo!” Dahyun yells out instinctively the moment your manhood is set free.With Dahyun frozen in place, Minju guides her to kneel down in the space between your legs. Minju helps guide her hand to your cock and Dahyun lightly takes grip. She glances towards Minju who only gives her a smile in return. Dahyun slowly strokes up and down, her eyes open wide, fixated on the rod in front of her. She scoots herself forward until her face is mere centimeters away and gasps in astonishment at your size in relation to her face. 

“Go ahead Dahyun, try it”

“Can I?” She finally breaks her attention and looks up at you for approval. Minju takes this time to join you on the couch, removing her sweater to bless you with the visual of her pale soft torso. Her hand finds her way under her tennis skirt the moment you reach your arm around her shoulder and fondle one of her delicate breasts under her bra.

A nod of your head is all Dahyun needed to see. In her excitement, she opens her mouth and immediately tries to stuff as much of your manhood into her mouth as she possibly could. Completely devoid of any kind of teasing or flirtation, she closes her eyes and sucks in as hard as she can and goes as fast as she can. It is fully apparent that while she was the older of the two girls, she was not quite as experienced in how to make this a pleasurable adventure.

“Slow down Dahyun, it’s not a race,” you tell her as you gently lift her head up. 

“What’s wrong? Does it not feel good?” She flashes her big quizzical eyes.

“It feels good, but there has to be some kind of build up.”

Minju hops off the couch, fully excited to take on the role of teacher. She kneels down next to Dahyun and gives her instructions.

“Start by licking at the base and moving up. When you get to the head, you can either wrap your lips around and swirl your tongue around, or lick at at the underside of his tip.”

Dahyun follows along every word without failure, but adds her own little twists. Her tongue slowly travels up your shaft, but she occasionally takes pauses to pepper it with kisses. When she gets to your tip, rather than immediately giving you the pleasure of her wet pink organ, she huffs hot breath before following the instructions. She repeats these little taunts until you inadvertently close your eyes and let out a groan. 

“Good job Dahyun, I think Daddy’s ready for more...” Minju seductively grazes her fingers against Dahyun’s back.

Before Minju can give out further instructions, Dahyun simultaneously works your cock with her hands and mouth–each covering half of your length. Her hands corkscrew with remarkable dexterity while her mouth and tongue completely lathers and massages your head. Learning at such a remarkably fast pace, you begin to have doubts if she was faking her inexperience earlier.

With your cock completely foamed by saliva, she jerks you off with fervor while drooling saliva all over your tip. A devilish smile appears, and she repeats her move from the beginning. She closes her eyes, sucks in as hard as she can, and bobs her head up and down rapidly. The sounds of slobbering and gagging leaving her mouth was a turn on on its own. Though this was the same technique that failed earlier, with the proper build up, you are now on the brink of eruption.

The way your body is tensing, Minju can tell that you’re close. She grabs Dahyun by the shoulders and pulls her away from you. You’re left breathless, halfway disappointed that you just got blue balled, and halfway appreciative that you didn’t already blow your load.

Dahyun looks angry at being stopped, but just as she starts to scold Minju, she gets interrupted.

“Calm down Dahyun, the blowjob is supposed to be foreplay. You don’t want him to cum without fucking you first right?”

“...No” The question quickly quells Dahyun’s annoyance and she becomes shy again just at the thought of that big thing inside of her. 

Watching your girlfriend strip Dahyun is hotter than you could have even imagined. It is also quite an easy task as there were only 7 easily removed buttons in the way. Her dress falls to the wayside and your jaw is left open at her physique. Strong, wide hips and a beautiful milky complexion. After stepping out of her underwear, Dahyun bends over the couch, biting her lower lip and glancing back in your direction with anticipation filling her lustful eyes.

Her plump, pale cheeks begging to be spanked sit on top of her soft creamy thighs begging to be groped–the only pair that paled in comparison were Minju’s. Taking up the spot behind her, you truly begin to understand why her nickname was Dubu. Not only was her skin bright as porcelain, her body, soft and malleable as tofu when you rub your hands all around her body–each touch of her pale complexion leaving a faint temporary red mark. Your fingers sink into her thighs as you give them a squeeze and a handprint appears on her cheeks after giving it a light slap. 

As enjoyable as it was to explore every inch of Dahyun’s body, there is a more pressing matter at hand. Feeling her slit completely soaked the moment you slip in a finger–releasing squelching noises loud enough to be audible across the room as you move in and out. You have brief concerns on how tight she is, unable to even fit in two fingers, but decide to power through. Lining up against her hot core, you can feel the heat radiating off, inviting you in. 

“Please fuck me Daddy…” Dahyun begs, but the moment is quickly interrupted by a loud slap across her luscious cheeks. 

“Only I get to call him Daddy, you can call him oppa.” Minju interjects, an anger in her eyes rarely seen. Dahyun reaches around to rub her cheek, but that harsh slap only seems to turn her on even more. Her slit now visibly leaking fluids down her smooth thighs, just waiting for you to enter. If that isn’t a clear enough sign, her two plump lips have become engorged in arousal. 

Light gasps leave her lips the moment you insert your throbbing tip into her dripping pink cunt. Even with her walls leaking fluids, it was a struggle to push in any deeper. Her gasps become louder and louder as you slowly push in deeper and deeper inch by inch. If you weren’t sure of her experience earlier, you were definitely sure she was less sexually experienced by how tightly her walls clinch around your cock.

“Fuck your cock is so big!” Dahyun cries out as you build up speed with every reentry. 

Slowly, but surely her walls begin to stretch out with each successive thrust. Looking down and seeing your shaft stained with her fluids becomes addicting as you pump away at the porcelain beauty. Your hands find themselves on her wide, pliable hips and you become so enthralled in her warmth and tightness that you briefly forget your girlfriend is in the room.

Minju, having taken the spot next to Dahyun, sits down with her legs completely spread out. She takes one of your hands off of Dahyun’s waist, and inserts your middle and index fingers into her mouth. After providing you a brief preview of what was in store, she guides your hand across her beautiful set of lips. The noises that come out of Minju are louder than usual as traces of your load from earlier still remain.

If there is a heaven on Earth, this is what you would imagine. Dahyun’s tight snatch completely enveloped around your cock, and Minju’s squeezing at your fingers. 

“Fuck me Daddy”

“Fuck me Oppa”

Two girls crying out in absolute bliss. The wet sounds of two pussies and moans of two beautiful women completely enchant you into giving full effort. As your thrusts become deeper and harsher, Dahyun’s moans start to drown out Minju’s. Her once porcelain skin, now flushed completely red and coated with a sheen of light perspiration.

“Make me cum! Make me cum!” 

Already giving maximum effort, you realize that she needed more stimulation. Remembering how her body reacted to getting spanked earlier, you remove your hand from Minju with slight regret. Each harsh slap across Dahyun’s ass sends a shockwave of ripples across her cheek. Handprints start to form on her once perfect complexion. The noises that escape her mouth transform from moaning to whimpering with each consecutive slap, but doesn’t seem to translate into orgasm. Minju, taking note of the situation, lends a hand(or two) and wraps them around Dahyun’s neck.

“What’s wrong sunbaenim? Can’t cum?” Minju asks with a mocking tone. Dahyun grits her teeth and shakes her head. Minju squeezes her hands, not enough to hurt her, but enough to turn her face completely red. Dahyun’s body finally convulses as she leaves wordless moans. Forceful thrusts, in combination with spanking and light choking finally send Dahyun over the edge. Feeling the pressure building up, you fully withdraw your cock, and a torrential of fluids flows out, staining the couch and floor. 

One down and one to go. As much as you loved to look at Minju’s flawless face while fucking, you got attached to seeing pale skin from behind. Placing your hands on her waist, you flip her over and marvel at the view. Though not as pale as Dahyun, her body is equally as impressive.

Your stamina is still not fully recovered from defiling Dahyun, so you take this as an opportunity to tease Minju. Her sinful body a complete meal, her mouth-watering legs just the appetizer. With her keeping on her knee high socks, you begin peppering kisses and licks across the back of her thighs, sending Minju into a tizzy. Traveling your way up, you get dangerously close to her core as you move on to her inner thighs. Using your hand to circle against her clit, you lick softly only against her outer labia.

“Tell me what you want, baby girl.”

“I want you to breed me again Daddy. Fill me up with your hot, thick cum just like you did earlier.”

Of all the words in the English language, there was nothing more beautiful. Having some time to regain your stamina, you stand behind Minju, lifting her waist to a perfect level. As exciting and tantalizing fucking Dahyun’s fresh snatch was, there’s something comforting in the familiarity of Minju’s soft fleshy walls gripping on to your cock. After quickly removing her bra, you reach your hands around to grope her soft pillowy tits–your fingers occasionally roaming to pinch her stiff nipples.

The way her body shaped from a slim torso to wide and breedable is always a sight to behold. After grabbing her wrists, and pulling her arms behind, you begin to fuck her with wreckless abandon. Her sizable tits start swaying with each aggressive push forward. Minju has become a blubbering mess, her drool leaking down and falling down onto the couch. Minju, having watched you give Dahyun the pounding of her life combined with your oral skills from just a moment ago, is more turned on than she originally led on. 

“Fuck - OH FUCK- I love your fucking cock Da…”

Her entire body stiffens up, and despite you having a head start, she is the first to succumb to pleasure. Before she can even finish her line, her body slumps over the couch. Taking a step back to assess the damage, there are two absolute gleaming bodies slumped over the sofa. Still cursed with a throbbing cock, you decide to play a dangerous game. Ten thrusts into Dahyun before moving on to Minju. Switching back and forth until you feel a knot growing in your core. Both girls are exhausted from explosive orgasms, but still able to find the strength to plead you on.

“Cum in me oppa…”

“Breed me Daddy…”

Both girls whimper out as you start getting dizzy, too lost in the pleasure of the different textures of the two women. As exciting as it would be to cum in Dahyun, there is only one destination that you know to be correct. The clapping sounds of your thighs crashing into Minju’s malleable backside is in full effect as you piston into her with fervor. At last, the sweet release of pleasure is deposited deep into Minju. Each consecutive thrust releases another spurt until she milks you completely dry. A smile grows on Minju’s lips, as she once again feels complete with your seed filling her up.

***********************

Later that night, you get a notification on your phone. Minju has tweeted out a photo as she does every week. To the normal fan, it looks like an innocent picture with the idol taking a picture backstage. But unbeknownst to the rest of the world, Minju is keeping a dirty diary of how many times you’ve breeded her backstage. Today’s post, skipping a number due to getting two loads.

A/N: Largely unedited. Wrote in two sittings.

[witcher-trash]

Geraskier fic recs

A Few Years Ago In A Galaxy About Three Lightyears Away From The Milky Way (geralt/jaskier, teen, complete, 10k, star wars au) Star Wars AU. Just. I don't know, it's a Star Wars AU.

All I Am Is Open for View (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 2k) There is a game they play every time they reunite. To be granted the privilege and reward of Jaskier’s body, Geralt must impress his bard with five heroic deeds he has done during their time apart.

all i want is you (my sweet honey bee) (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 3k) Waking up alone has been hard enough for Geralt, but it’s the lack of music and chatter that’s really taken its toll. The estate is lovely, of course, and it’s easy to find distractions, but Dandelion is what makes Corvo Bianco home.---Geralt reflects on his retirement while preparing for Dandelion's return to Corvo Bianco.

Always Lose-Lose (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 125k) For years Geralt and Jaskier travel together. What starts out as Geralt being annoyed by the bard who insists on follwing him turns into something more as the years go by. But in the midst of the war Nilfgaard's wages on the rest of the continent, Jaskier is captured to tell them where Geralt is. It's either betray Geralt or save himself. Will he be able to make the right choice? Or is it already too late for him to choose? And what exactly has lead to Jaskier getting caught in the first place?

appropriate ways to care for your local witcher - series (geralt/jaskier, geralt/eskel/jaskier, explicit, complete. 37k) Geralt makes a joking suggestion about how Jaskier might pay him back. Jaskier only too enthusiastically agrees.

ask me tomorrow (geralt/jaskier, mature, complete, 10k) "Why -" he gestures expansively towards Jaskier, his lute, the forest around them, his swords now strapped to Roach "- are you doing this?" A bard seeking fortune wouldn't watch Geralt across the fire with eyes half-full of tears that he didn't bother to blink away. An artist looking for a muse wouldn't press close, desperately close, against Geralt's side until he finally gave in and turned his head. A young man after a quick fuck wouldn't grip Geralt to him hard enough to bruise even a witcher. The way Jaskier looks at Geralt makes him think he should know the answer already, but he doesn't, he doesn't. "Because I know you," he says at last. "Because I have known you. Because I will know you. Isn't that enough?" (One day, Geralt will understand that it was the closest thing Jaskier will ever have to a goodbye, and it's enough, it's enough.)

a throat full of teeth (geralt/jaskier, jaskier/oc, yennefer/oc, mature, complete, 40k) It occurred to Jaskier, as he forced his own feet to move, one ahead of the other, that Geralt hadn’t once shifted from where he stood on the mountain, arms ridged by his side, staring out into the valley, ass clenched like there was no tomorrow. He really had just let Jaskier leave. Jaskier clenched his jaw. Guess this one is for real then. When he arrived back at camp he gathered his things and gave Roach a gentle pat. He’d told Geralt “see you around,” but he didn’t think it would happen. No, actually, he decided. He was planning on it. jaskier and geralt lose each other. it takes a long time to be found again.

Base Born Bard (geralt/jaskier, teen, complete, 2k) Baseborn. Adjective. Of low birth or origin. Illegitimate or bastard. Some times Dandelion’s heritage causes them trouble, sometimes it doesn't.

No Man Would Dare - series (geralt/jaskier, mature, 40k) Geralt and Dandelion take a contract from a young lord to find his only living relative, his older brother, whose run away following the deaths of the rest of their family. The Witcher and Bard cross the continent on the man's trail and learn there is much more to this man's story than his tragic family. There is a dark secret that is following him--and now it's following them. Or: A Witcher twist on a Familiar Gothic Tale.

not a goodbye, a thank you (geralt/jaskier, complete, mature, 3k) Somewhere further in the courtyard, Lambert yells out a colourful curse while Ciri cackles maniacally. Eskel is taunting the former through his laughter, and Vesemir’s voice joins in with barked commands and corrections once the clang of steel against steel continues. Somewhere above them, on one of the balconies overlooking the yard, Geralt can hear the scratch of quill against parchment as Yennefer works on her correspondence, interrupted every now and again by the tapping of nails against an inkpot. He realises what’s wrong an instant before everyone else grows suddenly, eerily still; Jaskier is quiet.

Own and Make Me Yours (geralt/eskel/jaskier, aiden/lambert, wip, explicit, 50k) Jaskier, a royal pleasure slave, isn't exactly happy with his lot in life—he's having sex with less than desirable nobles at a pace nobody would want—but he's learned to be content with it. Things could be a lot worse. On occasion, Radovid sends him away to bestow his services on nobles who aren't stationed at court. During one such trip Jaskier witnesses the murder of a noble he was supposed to be pleasing, and sees the faces of the assassins; to keep him from identifying them to the authorities, Jaskier is taken with them when they leave, and finds himself held in the royal palace of Rivia. Life in Rivia is anything but what Jaskier would have expected and both the king of Rivia and his right hand are unlike any nobles Jaskier has ever known; the more time he spends with them, the more he realizes that they might just be what they seem to be—good men.

Permeable Barriers (geralt/jaskier, teen, complete, 20k) Geralt and Jaskier are just searching for escape from the oppressive summer heat, when an old acquaintance asks for their help with the current crisis and reveals a past Jaskier had kept hidden. A plague is sweeping the continent, but Geralt would rather not get involved... until a nearby town falls victim to his sort of problem.

Ùine (Time) - series (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 23k) Jaskier's 35th birthday was supposed to be a night full of song and food, a grand banquet to remember. Nothing went as planned. The door creaked, and Geralt roused from a light slumber at the sound. The lingering scent of the snuffed candle by the bed suggested the passage of several hours. Not more than three, which was strange. Jaskier should have been awhile yet, if he was going to return to the tavern at all. And yet… an uneven step, and the door clicked shut. The unfamiliar tread brought Geralt’s drowsy senses to focus, and he picked up more. The copper of blood. Musk of seed. Pallor of salt.

warm you like the sunshine (geralt/jaskier, explicit, complete, 10k) "Why do you go with people who hurt you?" He looked at Jaskier, and kept looking at him after he looked away and the smile dropped off his face. After a long silence, Jaskier said, in a much more tired voice, "I don't exactly have a lot of options, Geralt." On the face of it it wasn't true--Jaskier could find a willing young woman or man in any half-crowded tavern without lifting a finger--but that wasn't what he meant, of course. He meant when he needed...that particular sort of person. That particular experience. Without the slightest forethought or intention, Geralt frowned and said, "You have me."

Witcher (A/B/O) - series (geralt/jaskier, explicit, 100k, abo) The tale of the strange Alpha Witcher and his untraditional Omega Bard.

[lightsaberupmybutt]

Three’s a Crowd - Reader/Ben Solo/Poe Damerson (Modern AU)

alright so Ben/Kylo is a big ego kid in this, because of course. Also, Rey is ACTUALLY Lukes daughter in this, making them cousins. Ive fiddled with the plot okay sue me. 

Summary: Poe, Finn and their roommate have been living in a harmonious tenancy, but when Finn decides to move out for a year of travelling, the two are left with no option but to look elsewhere for their third body. Rey Skywalker, a friend of the group, proposes her cousin for the role. He's in a band, wears all black and all in all is somewhat of a social reject - but he's also all theyve got.  

“I think that one was actually somehow worse than last weeks” You tell Poe, as he pours himself a juice and settles down next to you on the sofa. You'd just finished showing around another possible roommate and you felt exhausted in every sense of the word. 

“How can he be worse than the neo nazi?” Poe shot you an unbelieving look and rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table and knocking some of your papers in his wake. 

“Alex was a she, and they asked if they could hang their deer head in the front room” you grimaced even thinking about it, weren't all artsy college students supposed to be vegetarians anyway? why did you have to get saddled with the only blood thirsty one on campus. 

“Thats not so bad”

“Poe she showed me a picture of her taxidermied cat”

“Oh”

You had tried to find a polite way to stop her from passing you her phone, but you were too nice to make her feel uncomfortable, and now the image of the long dead tabby would remain behind your eyes for god knows how long. 

“was she hot?” You shook your head, causing Poe to sigh wistfully. 

“Not hot enough to cancel out her obsession with dead bodies anyway” you informed him, the hopeful look from his eyes gone. 

“Face it Poe, were doomed” You let your head fall into your hands, Poe letting out a laugh before wrapping his arm around your shoulder. 

“Hey we’ll get someone! who wouldn't want to live here?” You knew his question was rhetorical but when looking around the cleaner than usual flat, you had to admit it was missing something. Bare spaces on the walls from where Finn had taken down his pictures, the empty side of the kitchen counter that had once houses his overpriced coffees. You even missed picking up his empty cups after him, the room feeling like it had less character without them. It truly hadn't felt the same in the flat since Finn had left, and although Poe concealed it well, you could see it was getting to him too. Poe had, after all, known Finn first; Finn managing to get a very drunk and outspoken Poe out of a sticky situation he had found himself in when running across a local gang in a dive bar. The ‘first order’ as they so called themselves, had an infamous reputation around campus for being trouble makers and general doers of bad deeds. Ever since that night they had been an unstoppable duo, until they met you of course, and their duo became three. 

You loved Finn, and you knew told miss him like hell, but you also knew that Poe must be feeling that ten times over. 

“You wanna do something tonight?” You asked, changing the subject before his mind  drifted to where yours had. 

“what kind of something?” he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, 

“Gross” 

“hey I'm serious!”

“what about Razor Crest, they are open late, we could grab some drinks and meet up with some people” 

Razor crest was the only worth while bar in town; it was certainly nothing to write home about, but it played fairly decent music and it had a marginally less sticky floor than others. Additionally, your other friends lived just over from the humble saloon, making it the perfect watering hole for you guys. 

It didn't take much convincing before you had Poe out the door and ready to socialise. Upon arrival, he headed to the bar while you were waved over by Rey, who had already found a booth and was already at least a few drinks in. 

“Look, i think i have a solution to your roomie problemo” She told you, peeking over her straw, a gleam in her eye that made you feel not all too confident in her yet to be spoken plan. 

“Go on” you told her, cautiously. 

“My cousins back in town” She told you between gulps. 

“The weird one?” You asked, 

“Hes not weird, just ...eccentric” the last word was more of a question, but you could tell she was on a roll, 

“He's just joined one of the college bands and Auntie Leia says him and Uncle Han are butting heads” 

“ah cool, weve always wanted  live music in our own flat at 2 am” Poe injected, rejoining the table and placing a drink in front of you before taking a sip of his own. 

“hes not BAD at it, he just plays loud i think” She corrected him, “anyway, he's not a total twat, I'm sure he would be considerate of your sleep schedules” 

“didn't he try and stab you with a stick when you were five” you asked her, you'd heard stories of this cousin before and none of them were quite savoury, 

“that was ages ago! he's like way old now” she was starting to slur her words, but you had a feeling this was something Rey was quite set on. Rey was stubborn, and when she got something in mind she would move hell to make it happen; she was also your best friend, and someone you trusted the judgment off. Had she gotten you into some weird shit in the past? sure. 

Did you have any other options; nay on that. 

“Fine, get Han or Leia to bring him round at some point next week and one of us will give him a tour” You tell her, and she lets out a little happy shrill at her own personal win. Poe, not so much. 

“Speak for yourself, weirdo cousin can see himself around” he crosses his arms and pouts, you give him a little nudge. 

“Hey, maybe you'll be best mates” you offer, but when he shoots you a death stare you go back to your drink.

The family turmoil must have been more vicious than Rey had let in on; It was barely the next morning before you had a tall, intimidating male knocking on your door. 

“Hey!” you offered him, in as cheery a voice as your hung over self would allow.

He looked down at you from his towering height, but gave no verbal response. 

“You must be Ben?...”  He offered you the slightest nod you'd had ever seen in response. Okay so, not much of a talker, noted. 

You waved him in, shutting the door behind him. God, he looked even bigger inside? is that possible? Rey had failed to mention the sheer height on the boy. You'd seen pictures of her and her aunt and uncle, it seemed like Ben was a scientific and biological mystery. Like how did he get clothes to fit? did he have to shop somewhere special or

you were snapped out of your thoughts by a clearing of a throat. 

“So, how much is the rent” so he DID have a voice, 

You informed him automatically, still part dazed. 

“Ill be in by the weekend” he told you, and with a nod he moved past you, making his way back to the door.

“But wait .. y .. you haven't even seen your room yet?” You stumbled, dumbfound by the lack of foreplay. The previous people you had shown around were full of questions; they wanted to know the ins and outs of the place. Ben had seen all of the door way and the front room and he was already signing the lease. 

“See you then” he didn't stop, hand on the door knob as if you hadn't spoken.

“But i don't have your phone number” you don't know why that came to you first, but it was true. At no point had Rey offered you direct contact with Ben, probably assuming he would. It seemed reasonable, that you'd need his number before he moved in, didn't it? Poe was always texting you about random shit in the flat, arguably too much, but it seemed like the norm for people coexisting in such a small space. 

He turned back at you and gave you a confused look, 

“why would you need my number?”

“erm... to talk to you” your condescending tone not completely masked, 

“but ill be living here” he stated, which, he had you there. 

Before you could even think of a response  he was out the door.

True to his word, Ben had his things over by that very same weekend. Although it was unsurprising considering just how light he packed. In fact, other than his bass and musical equipment, you couldn't really think of anything he had actually brought with him to the flat. You got to meet his parents when they dropped him off, both of whom seemed leaps and bounds more conversational than their son. Ironically, you got Leia’s phone number before her sons; her telling you to message if you ever needed anything. It felt like an indirect jab at Ben, a ‘if he fucks up let me know’, but you digress. The tension between Ben and his dad was blatantly obvious, them sharing no words before he got back into the car and Ben into the house. He did give his mum a small hug goodbye though, and you thought you saw a small tear in her eye before she managed to wipe it away. 

Since his move in, Ben had kept painfully to himself. You barely saw him at all in those first days, just heard him through the walls the odd time he dropped something - or saw a plate or cup gone from their places in the kitchen. To be honest , it felt more like a paranormal haunting than a new roommate. Poe was vocal of his apprehension to the situation, sharing glances with you when you would both be in the living room and you'd see ben scurry by or passive aggressively texting you when his favourite cup had been used by someone who wasn't him. it was a relatively small issue, but Poe had blown it so out of proportion that you had ordered a new set of cups from Amazon and sent him the link, shutting him up for a while before he found something else to complain about.

it was the fifth day before you actually bumped into ben again. He was on the sofa with his base set up, twiddling with his amp. The sight surprised you so much you physically jumped back, causing him to look up. crap. act cool. act cool. 

“hey” you offered him

“hi” hi replied back, looking back down at his amp. 

right, yer. his space, give him his space. Just get your stuff and go back to your room. don't speak to him, leave him alone. he clearly wants to be left alone. 

“nice day isn't it” you wanted to cover your mouth, the words coming out against your will. Truthfully, you had no clue why you said it. You hadn't even looked at the weather this morning. Its just what people say right? 

“Erm” his eyes shot to the window and then back to yours,”no”

sure enough, it was pissing it down outside. The sky was actually comically grey and you'd have laughed if you werent so angry at yourself. You were unsure of what to do, and he was still looking at you, almost assessing you. His eyes were so serious and dark they felt like they were burning tiny holes into your skin. shit, you had to speak now right?

While regretting every single life decision that had brought you into this kitchen at this time, Poe sauntered into the room like your night in shining armour, ignoring Ben all together and coming straight over to you, placing a big arm around your shoulders. You saw Ben drop his head back down to this bass, and you used all your might to not let out a sigh of relief.

“Tonight, I'm taking you out” He offered, a cheeky gleam in his eye. 

“Are you now” 

“Razor crest, drinks and dancing, be there or be square” He lists off as if he's a paid promoter, causing you to let out a giggle. 

“Whos invited?” 

“just the gang” he said, causing you to shoot him an eye roll, knowing full well you ‘gang’ consisted of all of three people, yourself and Poe included in that number. 

but then you remembered, there was another person now, whether they liked it or not. Poe’s eyes followed yours to Ben and then back to meet yours again, you saw the realisation change to disgust, as he shook his head silently at you. 

you knew this look, the ‘don't you dare’ look, the ‘not in 1000 years’ look. But you couldn't help it, your lips were moving before you could stop them for the second time this morning. 

“Are you free tonight, Ben?’

The look of sheer betrayal on Poe's face made you wince, surely he'd understand right? he knew you well enough to know your verbal diarrhoea  problem. 

Ben didn't even look up, but he did let out a small laugh that felt quite antagonistic. 

“i dont go to Razor Crest” 

“i don't go to razor crest ugh” Poe mocked, causing Rey to let out a hysterical giggle, and you a sigh. 

You'd been out for all of three hours and you were all already feeling the effects of the alcohol. It was late and the bar was jam packed with students all raring to go. Poe had been making eyes at one particular red head  almost all night and you were half surprised he hadn't already made his move. Poe put out, it was a fact. You and Finn had at one time made a fridge chart for him, a gold star awarded every time he brought  girl home. Whether the goal was to make him feel proud of his conquests or embarrassed, you still weren't 100% sure, but after a month or so you had both lost count and given up. You told yourself it didn't bother you, that he was just a friend, and that he owed you nothing, but every time he left you at the bar for another girl something stung inside; something you pushed deep down but regrettably was still there none the less. 

Sure enough, as the night progressed, you and Rey ended up fending for it alone, and instead of feeling sorry for yourself you decided to do the responsible thing and drink more. 

After the third round of shots, Rey calls it in. 

“I think I'm gonna be sick” she tells you sheepishly, and you can't help but belly laugh in response. She starts to shuffle towards the door and you go to follow.

“Hey don't leave on my behalf” she tells you earnestly, but you wave her off. 

“Nah I've had my fill, I'm starting to forget which flat number i live at” you tell her, causing her to giggle this time. 

You both stumble out the bar, past the smokers and up the cobbled road towards her flat. She unlocks her door and lets herself in, not before giving you a drunken hug and a sloppy kiss on the cheek. 

As you ready yourself to make your way back to your own flat, you come back past the bar entrance; a particularly prominent cobble causes you to trip ever so slightly and gain a whoop from a group of boys who were passing round a box of marlboro straights. 

You suddenly realised just how dark it was and just how alone you were. Most nights you wouldn't stay out this late, and if you did, then you'd normally be walking back with finn. You let out a shiver, a mix of both the cold night air finally breaking through your drunken daze and a smidge of fear. The Razor Crests entrance lights were getting progressively further away, and although you know that you only had a maximum of a half mile walk back to your home, it felt like ample distance to get kidnapped or murdered in, most probably both. 

How many true crime stories started with a young drunk girl, scantily clad and out alone at night? You could hear the police reports now, which photo would they use? you prayed it would be a hot one, at the very least one after your thin brow phase. 

Being literally bumped back into reality, in almost a cruel humorous way, you felt yourself walk head first into a figure, their arms coming out to catch you as the sheer momentum bounced you back. 

Oh god, I'm dead. I'm literally going to die.  

“Hey, chill out” The voice made your heart beat both slow and race again, 

“Ben?!” you shrieked, voice hoarse through pure anticipation of your thought to be demise 

“Are you okay” he asked, and only then did you realise you were shaking like a leaf. 

“Im fine” you let out in a small voice, looking down at your shoes. You could feel the redness in your cheeks through pure embarrassment alone. This was not an ideal situation for him to see you in, and you kind of started to with that he had been a murderer, at least then you wouldn't have to deal with the second hand embarrassment in the morning. 

“What are you doing out here”

“why are you out alone” 

you both asked simultaneously,

“I was coming out for a smoke” He told you, flashing his tobacco pouch at you from inside his coat. His very warm looking coat, might you add. Another shiver ran down your body. 

“Im coming home from Razor Crest” you tell him, trying to be matter of fact but slurring your words just enough to spoil the show. 

“Yes obviously, but why are you alone” he shoots back in some what of a patronising tone, it wouldn't sit well with sober you and it definitely doesn't go down well with drunk you. 

“Im a big girl” 

“clearly” he makes, making extra sure to look you up and down from his towering distance above you, causing you to huff. 

“well i can take care of myself” 

“you shouldn't be out alone around here, its not safe” he ignores your response, looking you dead in the eye. 

You feel something inside you flutter, a warmth that you can't quite control. Okay, ben might be weird and a bit annoying it would seem, but he was handsome, thats for sure. The limited light danced off his strong features and dark shaggy mop of hair, making him look both dangerous and appealing. 

As if you were standing here mentally flirting with the idea of being with Res cousin; you made a mental note to punish yourself for the ludicrous thoughts in the morning. 

“Okay well I'm going home now” you tell him, attempting to push past him, but his large hand finds its way to your forearm and pulls you back,

“yes, you are, come on” If what he said before was patronising, he was now speaking to you like you were a dog he was walking. 

“go have your nicotine, ive got this one covered” you tell him with a mock salute, causing him to roll his eyes. He lets go of your arm and you take your win, trying to step confidently away without falling. You're proud of yourself for handling the situation when you realise he's following all  of 10 steps behind you, rolling a cigarette in his hands while holding a filter between his teeth. 

when he catches you looking, he nods down to his hands, 

“want one?” he mumbles between his lips, still holding the filter pride of place. 

“no thanks” you snap, picking up pace. 

Ben smirks at you, but you miss it, too focused on not embarrassing yourself and keeping your feet in line.