#you deserve a treat for all of your amazing work that you bless your readers with!!

[maeselc]

trick or treat!!

For this Halloween ask game

Hi, thank you for the ask! I think I have just the thing!!

So if you recall this post, after I read your tags on it I started actually writing a fic based on the concept. It's still mostly just notes, but I've drafted this bit so...Happy Halloween, I hope this is a treat! :)

Untitled Siskarak (one-sided) WIP, 281 words, rating for this excerpt is M. Slightly reimagining what actually happens in the wardroom scene of Way of the Warrior…with a bit of scent kink

Everyone was dutifully avoiding looking at Garak – except Worf, who couldn’t resist making his displeasure known, but he glanced away swiftly.

‘According to our estimates,’ Worf said, ‘the task force will enter Cardassian space within the hour.’

Garak froze as the words, their meaning, and the intention of Sisko’s invitation all clicked into place. Just as he was about to take his leave, Sisko spoke.

‘Don’t forget the waist. I think I’ve lost a little weight.’

Alright, so they were maintaining this pretence. Garak was eager to leave, to get this message out, but he could do with a moment to collect himself. He ran the device around Sisko’s midsection, then absentmindedly slipped to his knees to measure the inseam.

His mind reeled with the weight of this knowledge – the information itself, the meaning of this mode of delivery, and the possible ramifications of his involvement in relaying such important information back to the Council.

His senses heightened by the moment’s urgency, he became suddenly, keenly aware of just where he was, and just what he was doing.

With a glance up at Sisko’s impassive face, Garak allowed himself one ludicrous indulgence, and opened his mouth a sliver to scent the air. He could sense the warmth of Sisko’s body in the air sliding over his tongue. He mostly smelled of that solid, pale soap many Humans favoured, but the chemical signals of the man himself were there too, warm and beckoning underneath. Garak shut his mouth softly and gulped as a muscle group inside his vent clenched involuntarily.

He glanced up again. This time, Sisko met his eyes.

Garak stood. ‘Thank you, Captain,’ he said. ‘I think I have everything I need.’

[sadprose-auroras]

On Top – Hazel Callahan x reader

Hi! I have been able to think of literally nothing else but this character, so I simply had to. Shoutout to all the incredible writers who have been doing the lord’s work writing for Hazel already, you’re all amazing <3 I just had to add my little contribution.

Content: mild violence, sexual themes and making out, cursing, out of practise writing, no use of y/n.

Summary: Cheerleader!reader and Hazel have the hots for each other. Other stuff contextualises that, but it’s not as interesting. That’s about it. Please let me know if you enjoy! Word count: 4.4k

You first heard about the club when PJ and Josie approached you in the hallway as you were searching desperately for a book in your locker.

“Where is it?” you mumbled to yourself, when the pair came up behind you suddenly.

“Hey!”

You yelped in surprise, whipping around.

“Oh, hi. PJ. Josie.” You smiled. You weren’t particularly close with the two best friends, but you were friendly. Josie, more so. It wasn’t hard to be a little annoyed when you saw PJ treat Hazel the way she did. Okay, so maybe it infuriated you. Sure, your immense crush on Hazel might have had something to do with it, but nobody deserved to be tossed aside carelessly like that.

“What’s up? Um, we have a proposition for you,” Josie said. You frowned.

“Okay, what is it?” You were suddenly a little nervous.

“We think there is a serious lack of female solidarity at this school,” said PJ.

“Agreed,” you nodded. And you really did.

“So we’ve started this women’s, uh, like, um, solidarity club, to help us, y’know, come together, beat the patriarchy, learn to defend ourselves, it’s in the gym after school if you feel like coming along?” PJ asked.

“That actually sounds great.” You were excited. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t slightly terrified of everything that was going on.

“Really? Great! And we were thinking that maybe you could bring along, y’know, some of your friends? Like- oh gosh, for example, Brittany and Isabel? Or-or- any of your, y’know fellow cheerleaders.”

You suppressed a smile. They were so not obvious. But you were down. Although you were considered fairly popular being a cheerleader, you were keen to hang out with some other girls. It felt like nobody truly understood you.

“I make no promises about Brittany and Isabel but I’ll ask! I’ll see you guys then,” you smiled, closing your locker. The bell rang, and you said your goodbyes as you headed off to class. You gave up on finding your book. Classes were weirdly short at your school, anyway.

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It didn’t take much convincing to get your friends to join you. Isabel was immediately excited about the club, and Brittany, bless her soul, followed Isabel anywhere she went. Your shoes awkwardly squeaked on the gym floor as the three of you walked in and approached the group. All eyes turned to the three of you, some sitting, some standing, and a silence fell among everyone. You cleared your throat, speaking up first.

“Hey, this is the women’s solidarity club, right? We want to join.”

To your surprise, Hazel was the first to bound over and smile. Your heartbeat rapidly increased and your cheeks warmed, so you quickly looked down, avoiding eye contact.

“Hey you guys, come on in! We were just about to start-“

“Trust exercises.” Josie interrupted.

“Wrestling- wrestling each other.” PJ said at the same time, her eyes locked on Brittany. “It’s a fight club, actually.” You frowned. Surely if you were going to start a club, you’d have a clear picture of what it was going to be first? They seemed to have no idea what they were doing.

Your friend seemed completely ignorant, or at the least unphased by PJ’s crush on her. Hazel cleared her throat, and you felt a surge of sympathy for the girl. Not that you would ever tell her that. You could barely look at her without melting into a puddle. Her big, dreamy eyes that you could pretty much drown in. Her smooth-as-honey voice. Her radiant smile. The way she was so sweet to everyone, even if they didn’t deserve it. How she was simultaneously so sure of herself, seemingly so confident. Her floppy hair that was always getting in her eyes, and just looked so soft that you always wanted to just reach out and-

Oh shit. You were definitely staring now. You looked away quickly, heart racing.

“We’re not supposed to talk about th-“ Josie mumbled to PJ. “It’s a self defence club,” she explained to the group. “Come on,” she gestured, and you all gathered in a circle, sitting down. Hazel sat next to you, and you had never been so aware of somebody’s physical presence before. All you needed to do was move your leg over a few inches and hers would be touching yours. You were vaguely aware of PJ explaining that you were going to practise defending yourselves against each other, but you were only half listening. You were too busy staring at Hazel’s knee. It was so close to yours. You were snapped out of your thoughts by her knee nudging yours. You looked up at Hazel, mortified that you were caught out.

“That’s you,” Hazel said.

“Huh? What? Oh,” you laughed nervously, putting two-and-two together. Josie had said your name. You gulped. You really didn’t want to go first. Surely fighting each other was counterintuitive for solidarity? You sat up, moving to the middle of the circle.

“And um… Hazel.” Josie said. Your eyes widened. You particularly didn’t want to fight her. What if you hurt her?

“Right, okay,” Hazel chuckled awkwardly, standing up to move into the middle as well. You smiled at each other nervously and began circling each other.

“C’mon!” someone shouted.

“Hit each other!” somebody else yelled even louder. Your heart racing, you took a step forward, swinging your fist, nowhere near as hard as you could have, cringing as you did so. Hazel, thankfully, ducked, and you missed. Continuing to circle each other, you both laughed nervously.

The group shouted encouragements, egging you both on. Hazel swung this time as you attempted to dodge. You didn’t quite move fast enough though, and her fist made contact with your cheekbone. You bit back a smile. It was not okay how much you enjoyed it.

“Get her, Hazel! Slay queen!” Sylvie shouted, as she swung again, and this time you ducked quickly. Using the opportunity, you thought you’d better try again, and attempted a right hook, cringing internally when your fist made contact. Hazel smiled. She actually smiled.

“Nice one,” she said, hitting you again, knocking you down onto your back. Amidst the shock, you were vaguely aware of your lip bleeding from where Hazel’s ring made contact. Before you could move to get up, she was on top of you, hips straddling yours, pinning down your wrists. The way her body was pressed against yours made your head spin and your breath quicken. Not to mention the throbbing between your thighs. Your cheer skirt had ridden up in the process, and it was difficult not to notice the only thing covering you were the thin bike shorts underneath.

“Ready to give up yet?” she asked, smirking. You smiled, using all of your strength to push her off you, the two of you rolling over so now you were on top of her. There was something about this particular situation that was making you so much more brave then usual.

“Definitely not,” you replied. There was a bit of back and forth as you rolled around, eventually ending up on your back, Hazel on top of you. Not that you were complaining. The soft noises she made, grunting and groaning as you fought, were possibly the hottest sounds you had ever heard in your entire life. It made you wonder what she sounded if they were noises of pleasure, instead of pain, if she might moan in delight if you were to kiss her neck, if you were to be between her legs, how she would gasp-

“Hazel wins!”

Oh fuck. Your train of thought had absolutely distracted you. You literally had forgotten to keep fighting back, too busy enjoying yourself. Hazel stood up, the loss of the feeling of her against you a large disappointment. You picked yourself up as well, wincing at the pain. Hazel was looking pretty worse for wear as well, blood dripping from her nose, hair mused. You vaguely wondered if it was normal to find it incredibly sexy.

“Well done,” you said, as she reached out to shake your hand. God, she was so endearing. You tried to ignore how much sweat had pooled on your palms.

“You too,” she said, “you were amazing.”

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The next few weeks in the club were truly amazing. Despite the fighting being the thing to bring all of you together, you really felt like you had bonded with every single one of the girls more than you could have imagined. There was a beauty in the trust you put in each other’s hands to be that violent with each other.

More than anything, you felt closer to Hazel. You could actually speak to her without feeling like you were going to explode with anxiety, instead wanting to explode with affection. The pair of you had developed a habit of sitting next to one another, and after every meeting you would hang around after everyone else had left, caught up in conversation. Those small moments were such a safe space, they felt electric; you felt like you could tell her anything and she would listen. And vice versa.

Well. Almost anything.

The two of you were sitting cross-legged in the middle of the gym floor, facing each other. You couldn’t even remember how long ago everyone else had left.

“I dunno, I just feel like this is the first time I’ve had actual, real, friends in school, you know?” Hazel said. The sadness in her eyes and twitch in her brow made you want to scream, to grab the shoulders of anyone who didn’t want to be her friend and ask what the fuck was fundamentally wrong with them.

You nodded sympathetically.

“Me too. I mean, I love Brittany and Isabel, but we didn’t even talk about anything that wasn’t cheer or schoolwork or petty relationship drama until we joined the club. Now we talk about real things.”

“That’s so great,” Hazel said softly, turning your insides to mush.

“You’re so great,” you breathed out quickly, gently placing your hand on her leg before you could think. You cleared your throat, drawing your hand back and placing it back in your lap, clasping your hands together.

“Thank you,” she said your name, and you fought the urge to melt into the floor at the way your name passed through her lips.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and you both whipped your heads to see who it was. PJ wandered in, and you stiffened.

“Hey, I left my backpack.” She jogged up, grabbing it off the ground and swinging it onto her shoulder. “What are you guys doing?”

“Nothing,” you said, possibly a little too defensively.

“Yeah, just talking,” Hazel said, standing up. You basically deflated with disappointment.

“We still on for tonight? I really need some help,” PJ said to Hazel expectedly, and she nodded in response.

“Yeah, for sure. See you later,” she smiled at you, and you tried to hide your disappointment.

“Bye guys,” you waved, waiting until they left to lay down on the floor and groan.

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“PJ, you’re a liar!”

“Yeah, well, you have no friends and a skank as a mom, so…”

The pain on Hazel’s face was evident. She looked like a kicked puppy. Your blood boiled. How dare PJ say that, after everything Hazel had done for her? Enough was enough. You shot up, stalking over to PJ, rage burning inside of you. With one swift movement, you swung your fist right to the centre of her face, knocking her clean onto the floor.

It suddenly dawned on you what you had done. All of your friends watched in shock, mouths hanging open. Nervously, you turned around, Hazel gazing at you in shock.

“I-uh-“ you stuttered, utterly humiliated. Before you could apologise to PJ for taking it too far, before anyone could say anything, Hazel darted off, the doors shutting loudly behind her.

“PJ, I’m sorry, I-“ you stuttered out to the girl still laying on the floor, before taking off after Hazel.

“Haze, wait!” You followed her figure out the gym, down the hallway, around a corner, and into the toilets.

You entered, taking a deep breath. Hazel was leaning against the sink, chewing on her fingernails.

“Are you okay? I’m so sorry, that was uncalled for. I know you don’t need me to stand up for you, and I know you like PJ, and that was so not my place, and-“ you said quickly. “I’m just really sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologise to me,” Hazel sighed. “You were incredible. I should be thanking you, really.”

“Oh.” You took a small step forward, hands clasped behind your back.

“I don’t like PJ, by the way,” she shook her head, chuckling. Your stomach rolled and dipped.

“Oh?”

“Yeah,” she smiled softly.

“I just hear the way she speaks to you, and I don’t know, I think you deserve better than that,” you shrugged.

“I know I do,” she said, shuffling back and forth nervously. “I just always want to see the best in people, I guess.”

“I love that about you,” you said quickly, without thinking. Blood rushed to your cheeks. You were getting dangerously close to confessing the entirety of your feelings for her. She was the one who made you feel brave. Hazel looked away shyly at this, grinning. God, she was beautiful. You took a moment to admire her.

“That doesn’t mean that you can’t be self-assured and brave at the same time,” you continued. “Really, I’ve always thought that you seem so confident.”

“I’m not as brave as I could be,” she said quietly, scanning your face. “As you.” She inched ever so closer to you. Her eyes were burning into yours, making you feel positively dizzy. “There’s so many things I wish I could do, but I just… don’t have the confidence.” Her voice got quieter and quieter as she spoke.

“Like what?” you asked, nibbling at your bottom lip. You didn’t even remember when you got this close to each other, all you had to do was lean forward just a bit and you would be-

“Oh my god, Hazel are you okay?” the door swung open, and you both jumped back.

“Y-yeah, thanks Josie,” Hazel replied, her adorable face reddening. “It was a wake-up call, if I’m honest.”

“Between you and me, PJ had it coming,” Josie said, placing her hand on your shoulder. You smiled at her gratefully. “Someone had to do it. I really think she’ll come to her senses and realise that she needs to treat you better, Hazel.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I don’t even care that much anymore,” she shrugged, stealing a glance at you. Your breath quickened.

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It took a few weeks, but everything pretty much went back to normal. PJ was genuinely showing Hazel how sorry she was, appreciating all of the work she did for the club. You and PJ were fine, as well. You forgave each other. Meetings went back to normal, and you found yourself constantly grateful for the group of strong, brave, kind-hearted, supportive girls.

You were currently sitting on your bed, books sprawled out in front of you, ‘studying.’ Okay, so maybe you weren’t entirely concentrating on science homework. Maybe, just maybe, you couldn’t get a certain brunette out of the forefront of your mind. Particularly a certain near-kiss incident. You always presumed there was no way she liked you, that she liked PJ, but now you weren’t sure. Would she have kissed you if you hadn’t been interrupted? Your doorbell rang, and you sighed in relief at the distraction from your rumination. Being home alone, you went down your stairs, heading towards the door and opening it before checking who it was. Nothing could have prepared you to see Hazel standing there, looking incredibly nervous and incredibly adorable. She was wearing a back and white shirt paired with a black vest that should have been illegal to look that good in.

“Hey!” you said, perhaps a little too cheerfully. “What are you doing here? Do you wanna come in?”

She grinned that smile of hers that you swear could cure any disease.

“Yeah, thanks. Just came to see you, if that’s okay? I know it’s a bit weird, I hope I’m not interrupting anything?” You shook your head as she wiped her feet before entering, and you shut the door behind her.

“Just studying. So boring. I’m grateful for the distraction,” you chuckled. And you truly were grateful. It’s as if all your worries and anxieties about Hazel disappeared as soon as she was in front of you. Because it was just Hazel. Your Hazel. Your friend. And no matter what, you loved her. And you knew she cared for you, romantic or not. And that wasn’t going to change.

“Look, I-“ she started, taking a deep breath, and then beginning again. “I’m trying to be brave like you are. To say what I feel when I feel it.” Her voice was steady and even. You wanted to correct her, tell her that you don’t say what you feel, but she continued.

“And what I feel, is that I might just die if I don’t kiss you right now.”

Holy shit.

Instead of responding, you placed your hand behind her neck, both of your bodies moving in sync towards each other. The moment your lips met, you exhaled through your noses in sync. As if you were both saying, finally. Her hands found your waist as your lips softly grazed one another’s, testing the water. You parted your lips slightly, deepening the kiss. Kissing somebody new usually felt daunting as you learned to navigate it, but you had never felt safer. Hazel’s hands moved back and forth on your waist, as her tongue darted out ever so slightly. You moaned softly into the kiss, hands gently threading through the hair at the bottom of her neck. It was just as soft as you imagined.

You pulled apart for a moment, faces close to one another. Neither of you could contain your smiles. You vaguely wondered if it was possible to faint from feeling so many butterflies. Not being able to help yourself, you reached up and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Wow,” you exhaled.

Hazel was the first one to move this time, crashing your lips together with more urgency this time. The kiss grew more passionate as you wrapped your arms around each other, yours draped around her neck, hers engulfing your entire back. It was as if you couldn’t get any closer, as if you were drowning and kissing each other was oxygen. Pulling apart ever so slightly, you gave her one last kiss, then another, because you simply couldn’t help it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You giggled, arms still draped around her neck.

“Me too,” she whispered, before kissing your forehead. God, could she get any cuter?

“Really?” you raised an eyebrow, as you both began to move to get more comfortable on the couch, sitting beside one another.

“Yeah, are you kidding!?” she said dramatically. “But you’re like this hot, popular cheerleader, I never thought I’d have a chance with you!”

“I’m hot? Have you seen you?” you asked in disbelief.

She blushes a deep shade of red, mouth opening slightly as if she was going to say something, then closing it again.

“I didn’t even know if you were gay,” she eventually says.

You laughed.

“Don’t you remember the first time we fought? That was like, a sexual spiritual awakening. That was the gayest shit ever.” Hazel threw her head back and laughed, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“I can’t ever forget.”

“Oh! Also…” you said, grinning from ear to ear, absolutely giddy with disbelief that this was actually happening. You pulled your top up slightly to reveal your ribs, where a small tattoo of a pair of interlocked scissors resided. You both laughed. Hazel’s cheeks reddened, and she stuttered.

“Well, I- I mean… maybe you want to be a hairdresser?” she laughed, eyes glued to the tattoo.

“God, that’s so hot,” she mumbled under her breath. “Can I?” she asked reaching out, and you nodded, heart lurching at her care for asking. She gently traced the tattoo, and you let out a shaky breath. She was barely touching you, and yet her effect on you was all-encompassing. Goosebumps prickled your skin everywhere, not just where she was touching you.

“Hazel,” you whispered, barely loud enough for her to hear. “You can take it off if you want.” Your voice came out shakier than you anticipated. Hazel gulped, nodded, then pulled your top off, your arms stretching up to help her. She tossed it on the floor, eyes scanning all of you as if she couldn’t quite take it all in. You were in a plain cotton bra, still wearing your cheer skirt, but Hazel made you feel like you were wearing the most expensive, fancy lingerie ever. You cupped her face, thumbing her cheek, before pulling her in for a kiss. You kissed her with less urgency this time, taking the time to explore each other’s mouths slowly and passionately. She pulled you onto her lap, so you were straddling her, her hands resting on your hips. You slowly began to move against her in rhythm, moaning into the kiss.

Hazel murmured your name against your lips, breathing shakily.

“I want- I- you’re so-“ she tried. “Jesus fucking christ,” she said as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Tell me what you want,” you whispered, running your fingers through her hair. Hazel began to kiss your neck, leaving a trail of kisses up to your ear. Shivers ran down your spine, and you sighed in pleasure.

“Whatever you want. Do whatever you want with me,” she whispered into your ear, and you quite literally nearly came right there and then.

“No, what do you want?” you asked, thumbing at her lip. She opened her mouth, sucking on your thumb before releasing it with a pop. You swore, she was going to actually put you into cardiac arrest. Despite this action, you could tell nobody had really asked her that before, and she was at a loss for words.

“I want to make you feel good. Is that okay?” you asked, instead of letting her answer.

“God yes,” she basically moaned, kissing you. Meanwhile, you pushed her vest off, making quick work of undoing the buttons of her shirt. You tossed the items on the floor, barely breaking your lips apart for a moment.

“Lay down for me,” you moved off her lap, letting her get comfortable. This gave you the perfect opportunity to run your eyes over her body. She was left in a soft black crop top and jeans. Looking down at her, her chest rising and falling, soft skin to die for, eyes wide with desire, lips plump from making out, it crossed your mind that you had never, ever, ever, seen a more heavenly sight.

“You’re so beautiful,” you breathed out, moving to straddle her again, intertwining your fingers together above her head.

“You’re the most beautiful,” she retaliated, nudging your noses together. You both giggled, and you kissed her softly.

“Take the compliment, baby. I mean it,” you said, kissing her again, before she could respond again. Still holding one of her hands, you moved the other down her tummy, lightly tracing patterns on her skin. Her eyes fluttered as she bit her lip.

“Touch me,” she said. You smirked.

“Now we’re getting somewhere,” you chuckled, glad she was asking for what she wanted.

“Can I take these off?” you blinked at her, fiddling with a belt loop on her jeans.

“Please,” she said breathily, arching her back slightly. You undid the button, the zipper, then stood up so she could shimmy out of them, you yanked them off her legs a little too hard, your feet giving out beneath you as you stumbled backwards, landing on your ass on the floor in shock. You looked at each other for a second, before both bursting out laughing.

“Smooth,” Hazel said between loud laughs. “Really smooth. How did you even manage that?” she teased, getting off the couch, instead onto the floor with you, crawling towards you. Your eyes drifted down to her cleavage, then back to her eyes. You inhaled sharply.

“Shut up,” you teased back, as she moved on top of you, pinning you down.

“I feel like we’ve been here before,” Hazel mused, holding your wrists down.

“I’m definitely getting flashbacks,” you laughed. “Except this time, I can just…” you kissed her, a little sloppily, but neither of you cared because it was so hot.

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The very next day, you and Hazel walked hand in hand into a club meeting, giggling and whispering to each other. You were the last ones to arrive, having gotten a little distracted in the janitor’s closet.

Everyone turned to look at the pair of you, all seemingly realising what was happening at the exact same moment.

“Oh my god, FINALLY!”

“You fucked! Finally!”

“You were so obvious!”

“Slay queens!”

A chorus of excitement engulfed you, as everyone crowded around you, hugging the pair of you. PJ included.

“I’m really happy for you guys. This-“ she pointed back and forth between you, then made some inappropriate gestures, “makes a lot of sense.”

“Thanks, dude.” Hazel smiled at her.

“Okay, let’s start!” Josie chimed, and you all sat down in a circle. You didn’t let go of Hazel’s hand for a moment. “As per our new protocol, we’re drawing names for pairings.” She held up a hat full of slips with all of your names on it, shaking it around. She stuck her hand in, swirled it around a little too long for dramatic effect. She drew a paper out, reading it aloud.

“Hazel!” You internally groaned. You didn’t want anyone else to get that close to your girl.

“And….” She picked another piece, reading your name out. You grinned.

“Are you game?” Hazel asked, and you nodded enthusiastically.

“Only if you are.”

“Are you kidding?” She leaned into your ear to whisper. “Any excuse to get you on top of me.”

[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Hi! Finally able to request. I really enjoy your work!

Can you try a creator who use their power through music (like singing or playing instrument) in an Imposter-AU with the Archons? (The voice of the Creator is heard as the sound of nature like wind or water, though. No one knows their true voice)

Thank you so much.

🎄Merry Christmas🎄

Welcome @peaceindreams ! I'll see what I can do with Your Request :D

Also VERY LATE Merry Christmas—I'm writing this a few days after Christmas.

Archons Realize Reader is a MUSICIAN WOAHHH

To be honest, you were kinda just minding your business when the Archons found you and your ever-singing glory.

They SHOOKETH so good job! Let's nitpick at their reactions! >:)

(Warning: Might be OOC!)

Venti

Wisp boi HELLA SHOOKETH. But he also happi boi so good job!

Wants to hear your voice sing and not the wind just continues to gently smack his face. Don't get him wrong, he's probably the only one who can actually listen and understand and compute with what you're singing, but like he really wants to hear your actual voice. He thinks it'll be such a treat!

"Your Graceee...Is there a way to let these humble gods hear your voice? Pleaseee? This bard will make a ballad about it and the world shall start spewing about it right after!~ Hehe, it'll be a big hit, one as grand as your visage!"

He really wants to hear you sing now. Good luck explaining that you got no control over dis :)

Zhongli

GRANDPA ABSOLUTELY SHOOKETH. But he finds it pleasant to see that you're having fun and enjoying your time in Teyvat.

Unlike the airhead beside him, he cannot understand what you are singing, and he feels kinda disappointed that he can't enjoy it too. He would share the memory—

Ahem, anyways. Loves it, 100%. Bro's a huge supporter even though he legit has, like, zero comprehension of the situation. He's also giving Venti some bombasic side-eyes.

"Your Grace, please do not be pressured by this wind god. While it would be a stunning blessing, do NOT feel like you owe us anything." You know those memes where like, one person is forcing someone's head to bow while they bow to apologize to whoever got offended? Yeah, it's that one meme except it's Zhongli making Venti bow for his idiocy.

Grandpa wants to hear your voice fr this time, but bro's not gonna force it upon you. Grandpa will, nevertheless, share the memory over osmanthus wine, because "Osmanthus wine tastes the same as I—"

Ei

Raiden Ei, Raiden Ei...I honestly think she feels like she doesn't DESERVE to hear you sing. Like, she feels like she just intruded on your personal space and she crossed some sort of line.

But the wind's pleasant and all of the surrounding area is practically glowing as you sing. Your voice practically carries throughout the place, becoming the nature, the water, the wind, everything.

"Your Grace, you need not heed to the request at all. We are more blessed to be in your presence enough." As much as she's getting more and more used to the present times of Teyvat, she's still kinda stuck in her ways a little. She still thinks of you highly and does not let her beliefs falter.

She really doesn't think she deserves to hear your voice, but she is also very curious. Never wants to push though because she's old-school.

Puppet Shogun looking at this and going "This will be forever engraved in eternity" as Ei is shaking the Puppet Shogun by the shoulders like "NO, WE SHOULD NOT BE HEARING THIS WHAT KIND OF PROGRAM ARE YOU ON I DID NOT PROGRAM YOU LIKE THIS—"

All in all? Mental crisis! :D

Nahida

Cute god loves you! She loves how the flowers bloom, how the wind flows, how the water speaks—not even analogies can describe the amazingness of it all!

She's grinning so wide with such wholesome-wide eyes, like an actual child discovering music for the first time or smth ykwim? IT'S ADORABLE IS WHAT I'M TRYING TO SAY.

"Your Grace...is it possible if we could see this more? You don't have to, of course, but this is really amazing!" She's practically GLOWING with excitement and nervousness. While Nahida wants to hear you sing and see you enjoying your time, she doesn't want to push boundaries!

Safe to say, she'll support whatever your answer will be!

Furina

Girl's flabbergasted. She thinks she might have been sent to both celestia and hell because it was hard to compute whether she was trespassing or if she was being blessed.

Furina is utterly speechless to how your voice alone commands presence and power without even needing to try so hard. Anyone, absolutely anyone, can tell you are truly the Almighty Creator.

Though she's retired from being the Hydro Archon, she still has the slight dramatic flare she has had for 500 years. And she's got to say, she absolutely loved your performance!

"Your Grace, if I could humbly suggest a request on the behest of the follow archons beside me." Furina dramatically bows a little. "May we be humbled by your presence, and continue to gaze upon our unfathomed eyes of what a real god can truly do in the likes of the world? I'm sure this will bring many beautiful pieces of art—be it music, visual arts, dramatic arts, and so on!" Girlie doesn't realize she made a beautiful monologue about your singing on the spot, but one thing's for sure—she loves you and you singing, even if her ears can't understand it. It was still a beautiful piece.

After all, she was the All-Powerful Hydro Archon before she retired. She knows power and art when she sees it, and you bypass all forms of mortal concepts. You're practically her favorite musician!

Please grace her—I mean them—with your singing! It's too beautiful to miss!

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A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part nine.

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mclaren As we get closer and closer to the start of the 2024 season, we thought we’d take the time to introduce new fans to the team that works behind the scenes! Starting us off, we have Y/N L/N, our personal paddock photographer! Y/N has been here with us at McLaren since 2019, and is the genius mind behind many of the photos we’ve posted throughout the years. She’s an important part of our community and helps tremendously in not only capturing our drivers in action, but also in getting the other behind the scenes members of our team the recognition they deserve. We’re glad to have her back here with us in Bahrain, and we can’t wait to see what beautiful concoctions she comes up with this year! 🧡

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user if there is 100 y/n fans, i am one of them. if there is one y/n fan, it is me. if there are no y/n fans, i have died.

user love love LOVE that mclaren takes the time to recognize the hard work of everyone who supports the drivers

↳ user i feel like f1 promotes the racers, team principals, and pit crew so much and forgets about everyone else that makes sure these teams are able to function so seamlessly

user CAN WE GET A MEET THE ADMIN POST TOO??? 👀👀👀

user i bumped into y/n back in silverstone 2021, like literally bumped into her, and she was so sweet!!

user she’s my photography inspo 🤩

user her dedication to the mclaren team is so apparent when you think about the fact that she DOESN’T get the same recognition as the drivers, but she has chosen to work for them for what will be 6 years as of this season. she could have easily move to a different formula 1 team or even another sport entirely, but she still comes back and that’s a dedicated artist

↳ user the fact that she did a little stint over at manchester city fc and STILL chose to come back to mclaren even tho i imagine f1 has a much harsher and stricter schedule with the intercontinental travel than football does

user this is who we have to thank for all those beautiful shots of lando??? cuz if so, bless her omg 🙏🙏🙏

user in this household we appreciate the crew that works tirelessly to keep us entertained

user so tired of seeing ppl disregard her skill as a photographer just bc of who she’s dating

↳ user OMG SAME

yourusername glad to be here, can’t wait to travel the world with these amazing people 🧡

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oscarpiastri so glad you’ve gotten over your temporary obsession with blue 😁

↳ yourusername so glad you haven’t lost your ability to get on my last nerve 😁

↳ oscarpiastri so glad you’re still insufferable even on your best days 😁

↳ yourusername now that’s a comeback i can be proud of 🥹

user MISSED THESE LADS OH MY DAYS

user ONE DAY UNTIL TESTING GUYS

user oscar looking fine asf these days 😩 that winter break treated him well

mclaren The boys are back in town!

↳ yourusername dare i say my milkshake brought them to the yard?

↳ mclaren It certainly called us 😍

↳ yourusername you flatter me mclaren admin 😌

↳ mclaren Only the best for our best 😘

user that’s some pretty intense eye contact from lando in the last image…

↳ user he ain’t even looking at the camera

↳ user nah bruv is def looking at y/n 👀👀

↳ user I NEED THEM TO GET OVER WHATEVER HAPPENED AND GO BACK TO BEING FRIENDS CUZ I MISS THE BANTER IN THE COMMENTS

↳ user i think we should probably respect their privacy and understand that something happened (presumably in the off season) that we weren’t privy to. so long as they can both maintain professionalism around one another, they don’t have to do or “get over” anything. does it suck to see two very close friends no longer get along in the way they used to? absolutely. but we don’t know what happened or if anything even did happen. in the event that something did, we don’t know who’s involved or who, if anyone, is at fault. they’re both justified in choosing to end a friendship due to a falling out, or even if they just grew distant. but even as i say all of this, it’s still speculation.

↳ user we don’t actually know if they aren’t friends any longer or if they’ve just moved their friendship off of online platforms. it should be noted that y/n is very publicly dating someone, and idk about you, but i know firsthand how delusional fans can be. her bf’s fans could easily attack her over banter with another man, and lando’s fans could just as easily start reading into that same banter which runs the very real possibility of putting all three of them in an awkward situation where y/n is being shipped with a man that ISN’T her bf.

↳ user what about the banter she has with the mclaren admin? 🤔

↳ user context is super important here. the flirting between y/n and the mclaren admin is very obviously fake. it has been from the beginning, and when ppl “ship” the two of them together it’s for the bit and to play along with their fake bromance. lando and y/n have both been legitimately shipped together since they both started working with mclaren, which changes the undertone of the shipping comments bc ppl often genuinely misconstrue their banter as REAL flirting.

user why do comment sections related to y/n always turn into debate sessions

↳ user REAL like ain’t no way i’m reading all that

user oscar’s hair sticking up in every picture is my roman empire

user I’VE BEEN MISSING THE ORANGE I’M SO GLAD IT’S BACK 🧡🧡🧡

user wait i didn’t even realize until now that this is the first post in like a month that’s actually had public comments turned on

↳ user probably bc her bf’s loser fans have finally stopped harassing her

jackgrealish must be nice having all that sun 😒

↳ yourusername it really is, bet you’re jealous

Testing goes fine, until it doesn’t.

“A drain cover?” Lando’s voice echoes across the garage. “Another fucking drain cover?”

You purse your lips.

Yesterday, he’d been upset on Oscar’s behalf when they’d cancelled the remainder of the morning session after only a couple hours to solve the problem of the track’s dislodged pieces. He’d complained and cussed out the incompetence, and then reassured Oscar that things would be better for the third day.

But the third day is here now, and he’s even more upset now being told to pit after a measly thirty minutes for the same issue.

“This is the second fucking time━” he cuts himself off with an angry huff and runs his hands roughly through the curls of his hair, letting his fingers catch on the tangles and yanking through them in his frustration. Sweat glistens on his furrowed brow. His cheeks are still flushed from the heat of the car.

It’s the most emotion you’ve seen from him since you’ve come back.

The time you’ve already spent in Bahrain has been stilted at best. Lando continues to stick with his attempts at avoiding you, but it’s harder to do so here when your hotel rooms are on the same floor and you’re limited to the confines of the garage for most of the day. Even when he isn’t in the car, there’s not a lot to do wandering around the paddock and even if there was they’ve encouraged him to stay where he can easily be reached.

You’re trying not to be smug about it, but every time you glance over your shoulder and catch him watching you━ catch him quickly looking away when your eyes meet and he realizes he’s been caught━ you feel pleased.

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about Lando, it’s that he’s always got a limit.

If you wait long enough, stand your ground and prove that you really have no intentions whatsoever of giving in and breaking the ice between the two of you, eventually he’ll cave. When he realizes he won’t get what he wants, that he’ll have to actually put in the effort to repair what he’s broken rather than having it magically fix itself, he’ll have no other choice but to do so.

“They might not cancel the session,” Oscar chimes in, attempting to placate his aggravated teammate. “Since they already had to yesterday, I doubt they’ll do it again today.”

Unfortunately, that doesn’t actually calm Lando down at all. If anything, it just reminds him again of the fact that this is the second time this same complication has happened which has him huffing angrily again and running his hands through his tangled curls even rougher.

You wince at that.

Andrea, McLaren’s team principal, steps forward. “Take a breath,” he orders, resting a heavy hand on Lando’s shoulder. “Go walk a lap around the garage or something, whatever, but I need you to calm down.”

You’re prepared for that to be the end of it, but then Andrea looks over and catches your eye. “Y/N,” he says, nodding his head towards Lando. “You go with him. Keep him out of trouble.”

Well.

You like to think you do a much better job at keeping your emotions off of your face than Lando, which isn’t hard when his features scrunch up into a pained scowl at Andrea’s words, but you can feel the pinch of your own eyebrows furrowing and the smile you send towards the team principal probably looks more like a grimace if Oscar pursed lips in your peripherals is anything to go by.

Lando storms out and you follow reluctantly after him.

He can’t really go very far, not if he wants to be within a reasonable distance when━ if━ they call him back to continue the morning testing session. So he paces back and forth and back and forth just outside the garage’s exit out into the paddock.

Your phone tells you that ten minutes pass like this. It’s the longest you’ve been alone with him in a while and his distraction lets you focus on the finer details that you’ve missed when he’s going out of his way to avoid you.

There are deep, dark, bruise-like circles that hang heavily beneath his eyes. His skin is sun-kissed and tanned from his time out catching rays during his travels, but there’s a pale pallor beneath the added color that makes him look sick. Despite his current anger and the tension coiled in his muscles just waiting to lash out and strike, his shoulders seem to droop beneath the invisible weight of whatever he’s carrying with him.

He looks small.

Lando’s always been on the shorter side, but he’s never before looked small. Not like this. Never like this.

The longer you watch, the more the back and forth pacing starts to transform into the anxious stride of a cornered animal.

You aren’t arrogant enough to assume he’s like this because of you entirely, but it does occur to you that maybe he’s having just as rough of a time as you are with the newfound distance between yourselves.

You watch him silently, for a little while longer, observing the way his stride hitches every few steps and he just barely manages to stop himself from stumbling over his own feet. He’s still running his hands through his hair. By the seventh time he practically claws his fingers through his curls you heave a sigh.

“Quit that,” you snap.

“Quit what?” He fires back with just as much bite.

You roll your eyes. “You’re gonna rip your hair out if you keep pulling on it like that.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” he stops in his tracks and turns on his heel to face you with a sneer. His words drip with sarcasm. “I forgot you must be used to Grealish now, right? And I bet he’s got at least a ten-step hair care routine. I wonder, does he use unicorn sweat and essence of rainbow to keep it that smooth and bright? There’s no other possible way!”

“You’re being an asshole, Lando.”

“My sincerest apologies,” he says. “How could I ever think Grealish would use unicorn sweat of all things? He uses pixies tears, my mistake.”

You’re not sure how a few words managed to turn into this━ you’d just wanted him to stop pulling at his hair. It looked painful and he’s always been a bit tender headed. Now, instead, you can feel the anger bubbling up inside you and it seems like Lando’s frustrations about the testing delay, and your friendship with Jack apparently, have made things worse.

Like throwing gasoline onto a flame.

You scowl, “Seriously. You’re being a fucking prick.”

He throws his arms up into the air, “Why not just run off to Grealish then? Since he seems to be your new best friend and you tell him everything.”

If your life were a movie, this is the moment in time when the stars would align and fate would force everything to position itself perfect in place. Like the pieces of a puzzle, it would all work out and you’d calmly explain to Lando what happened back in January with Garrett and Manchester City, and he’d understand immediately and apologize, and you’d hug it out and then both return to the garage just in time for them to announce the testing session would re-commence.

But your life isn’t a movie, and reality feels significantly different to the scripted perfection of fiction.

The precarious security of the perch you’ve settled yourself upon comes crashing down, and the tentative balance you’ve managed to maintain since the start of February when you were back in papaya again shatters with it. Something inside you snaps. The dam has burst and everything held back comes rushing to the front like a torrential wave.

“At least he was there for me when some prick blackmailed me into a relationship at the threat of my livelihood,” you snarl.

Lando pauses for a moment. He makes a couple different faces before settling on a mix between pissed off and confused, and his arms cross over his chest. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“I didn’t want to be in a relationship with Garrett Ward, Lando!” You exclaim. “He threatened that if I didn’t pretend to be his girlfriend, he’d fake some misconduct rumor and ruin my career and I was too afraid to say no because this is all I have!”

This isn’t how you’d wanted it all to go down. You’d always imagined you’d get the satisfaction of an apology, and that Lando would get drunk on cheap wine with you like old times, and you’d explain what all happened with the confidence of being a little tipsy and you wouldn’t feel ashamed because Lando’s your best friend and he’d reassure you that you did what you had to, and then you’d listen to him shit talk Garrett for the rest of the night. In the morning, he’d have some idea of how to fix it all without ruining your career, and then you’d be able to put it all behind you and go back to how things were before the winter off-season ever started.

This is far from that, but there’s a sense of relief that comes nonetheless from getting it all off your chest to Lando━ to the person you’ve wanted to talk to from the very beginning

You feel tears burning your eyes, blurring your vision. “I can barely pay my rent as is, and I’m only actually living there for a few dumb months out of the year anyway. Do you know how much worse it would be if I got kicked from McLaren too? Nobody else in the country would hire me if he followed through with what he was threatening.”

“Well,” Lando shrugs his shoulders, looking properly chastised. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I fucking tried, you muppet!” You throw your arms up in exasperation and then wipe at your eyes in frustration when the tears start to roll down your cheeks. “I called you every day for a week and you ignored me! I sent you text after text after fucking text━” your voice breaks, “━and you didn’t even read them! Did you know I locked myself in the bathroom and cried every single day I had to work there?”

You glare at him.

“The only thing that made it better was Jack fucking Grealish coming into my office and telling me I could at least go to him if I ever needed anything,” you snap. “So fuck off with this whole holier than thou bullshit. You left me, and Jack took your place because I was drowning!”

“Y/N…”

Crying hadn’t been a part of your plan, but the tears won’t stop now that they’re going. It’s embarrassing. You’re already worried about just how many people heard you shouting, and now you’re even more worried about someone coming back to look for you both and finding you sobbing your eyes out.

“I’m sorry━”

Lando’s arms wrap around you, warm and strong and sure.

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━━ a/n: and there we have it folks. lando is finally back in the picture! this part was a lot of fun to write, because i've been waiting for this moment since the initial fallout in the beginning. on that note, i finished getting it all whipped up this morning while watching the qualis, so if there are any mistakes that i haven't caught that's why. i was a bit distracted, so please pretend they aren't there haha!

[tadpolesonalgae]

Dark!Poly!BatBoys x sex-worker!reader: Pleasure over Morals[***]

A/N: you’re going to want to settle down for this one. Grab a mug of tea, or some hot chocolate, or whatever your chosen comfort drink is, sit down, and get comfortable <3

Warnings: dubcon, reader having a CNC kink, dark content, implied use of force, implied disregard for safe-words, slight non-con in places, bondage, oral (everyone recieving), smut, degradation, masturbation, slight predator play, rough sex, 22.6k words

-Chapter 2-

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“It’s great, Az. It’s just—…” you cut yourself off, reconsidering your words.

He raises a brow in question and you wince. “I’m not sure how much is appropriate for you to hear… I don’t want to be too T.M.I., you know?” He gives you a mildly incredulous look, as if to say he really doesn’t care about any of that. You narrow your brows at him, returning the look of disbelief, “just checking… Better safe than sorry, Az.”

He just rolls his eyes, but continues listening from the opposite sofa in the House of Wind’s library.

He’s stretched out just as you are, the arm of the furniture supporting his lower back while his wings curve over it comfortably. His long legs are crossed at the ankle, resting at the far end of the sofa.

You nestle further into the cushions, surrounding yourself in that familiar coziness. “It’s just, it sometimes gets a bit…tedious.” He gives you a look that encourages you to go on. You sigh, giving out. “I don’t know…It’s just, I’ve been doing this for, what? A couple of centuries now? And at first, it was really fun. Great, even. I got to make a living off using my body, and it felt amazing. I know inner beauty and all that, but to actually experience people willing to hand their money over to touch me, it was incredible. And then when I started getting a steady flow of customers, who continuously came back? Choosing me? Trusting me with their pleasure?” You sigh again, while Azriel listens intently.

“Obviously there were a few scary moments, but nothing I couldn’t handle, and it was always taken care of, thanks to the strict laws here to protect people like me. That Rhys implemented—bless him.” Your eyes shut for a moment as you steady your breathing, trying not to get too frustrated.

“It’s just that after a while…I need more. I have a fair few customers I enjoy seeing. We work well together and they know the business, they don’t try to take advantage of me, or anyone else they see—to my knowledge. But recently…” you rub your temples, considering the merits of venting, getting caught up in a rant when you know you should be grateful you’re getting to live your life how you want without any particular repercussions.

“It’s fine,” Azriel speaks gently from the sofa, “you can tell me. I won’t think you’re being arrogant or unthankful or any of that nonsense.” You give him a look of appreciation. He shrugs it off, nonchalant as always, as if he doesn’t realise how much he helps. How wonderful he is to you.

“Fine,” you laugh, “if you promise not to think I’m an ungrateful bitch.” He shoots you a disapproving look. You wave him off, finally letting all that past irritation bubble up to the surface.

“It’s just, there’ve been more and more males coming in, who just don’t get it. Thinking they’re entitled to treat me and the girls wrong because they’ve paid for us, as if we don’t deserve the usual bedroom etiquette, like we’re below that basic decency, or something,” you snap. “Do you know how many males I’ve had come in, saying that they’re edgy, or hard, or they give out warnings, boasting about how un-vanilla they are but refuse to do anything else aside from choking or missionary?”

You could swear the edges of Azriel’s mouth kick upward as amusement dances in his hazel gaze. You huff in annoyance. “It’s not even bad if you are vanilla! Do what you want as long as it’s safe, but bragging and boasting about something like that can lead to some serious problems down the line,” you fume. “A male came in a couple of weeks ago who said he was pretty traditional and didn’t want anything too intense, so he got assigned to one of the sweeter girls, and then slapped her straight across the face—without once mentioning any tastes for impact play!”

You grit your teeth in annoyance, “how dense do you have to be to do something like that? The poor girl was so stunned it took a her a moment or two to use her safe-word, and the male had the audacity to yell at her for it.” The words come out as a growl. “Seriously, there’s a reason we ask for a list of preferences and kinks along with experience and fetishes. So nobody ends up getting wrongly assigned and so shit like that doesn’t happen.”

You inhale a calming breath, soothing yourself. The girl had been alright, in the end, though she’d been shaky and had been given paid leave for a couple of days to recover. Azriel’s eyes had shifted to a colder shade at the story. “Anything like that happened to you recently?”

“Aside from some small hiccups here and there, no. I’ve been fine…” you trail off, mind wandering elsewhere.

He shifts on the sofa, “what is it?”

You open your mouth, then hesitate. His attention narrows on you—it’s not often you shy from telling him things. “I’ve actually… I’ve been considering quitting.”

His brow knits together, “why? I thought you said you enjoy your work?”

“I do…” you admit, tension draining from your body. “It’s just been becoming a bit monotonous. Same old same old. If not quitting, then a vacation of some kind. Go out and find someone for myself, who’ll make me feel alive again. Someone who’ll…take an interest.”

Azriel opens his mouth to speak when a figure pushes the door open.

You smile, setting your mug down on the small table, swinging your legs off the chaise to make room for Rhys as he nods to Az. He settles beside you, an arm over the back—behind your shoulders—as he presses a quick kiss to your neck in greeting.

“You look exhausted,” you comment.

Indeed, he’s lounging on the other end of the chaise, slumping into the pillows, head tipped back as he groans, legs parted. He rights his position, “long day. Lot of work.” You offer him a sympathetic look, holding out your mug of tea that you’ve been drinking from. He takes it gratefully, finishing it off, before vanishing it into the air.

“Is it a lot of work, or are you refusing to let anyone help you again?” You ask pointedly, knowing his habits. He shoots you a lazy grin, one that’s designed to charm, and seduce, “I’d gladly accept your kind of help.” You roll your eyes, but can’t help the wave of relief that eases through you at the casual flirtation. It’s soothing.

“Anytime you fancy a roll in the sheets, High Lord, you know where to find me,” you drawl back, making him laugh, low and deep. Azriel watches intently, noting that gleam in your eyes as you trace the roll of Rhys’ throat. “I might have to take you up on that offer one of these days,” he chuckles.

“What scheming were you two up to?” Rhys inquires, eyes jumping between you and Azriel. You shrug, casually, “just catching up on life, in general. What’s going on and such.”

“Oh?” His violet gaze dances to yours in question.

You sigh, “I’m considering a vacation, is all.” Rhysand’s brow raises, opening his mouth to speak, no doubt to offer some suggestions, but Azriel beats him to it.

“More than a vacation.” He eyes you from across the room. “You were considering leaving permanently.” You shoot him a look, but sigh. “I love my work, but it’s becoming monotonous,” you explain to Rhys, summarising your conversation.

“How so?” He asks, already giving you his attention.

“Stop it, Rhys,” you chastise, lips quirking up. “I can see you scheming from here. It’s not a problem with my workplace, nothing like that. It’s just…I don’t know…” Your eyes trail back to Azriel’s unsurely.

You sigh heavily, “it’s getting boring. It’s not as exciting as it used to be. I’m not getting that…that spark. It’s the same thing over and over again, and I’m just…needing more.” You grunt, allowing your head to rest against Rhys’s arm.

“Needing more what?”

You perk up when you hear Cassian’s voice from the entrance as he pushes through the doorway. A grin blossoms across your lips as you take the male in.

He walks into the room, but instead of going to Az’s sofa, he stops by you, reaching down to pick you up as he sometimes does. Not that you mind. You’ve always enjoyed physical comfort, just like him. It’s a mutual understanding between the two of you. Which is why when he takes your seat, and sets you sideways on his lap, you settle into him comfortably.

One arm loops around your waist, keeping you still, while the other rests over your thigh. Your own arm snakes over his shoulder as you lean back against the chaise. You stretch out, legs crossing in Rhys’ lap, where one of his large hands wraps over your ankle, fingers grazing the bare skin.

“Thinking of quitting my job,” you summarise, knowing there’s no avoiding this conversation. Cassian looks like he’s about to ask more though, so you divert, “more importantly,” you emphasise, levelling a glare at the High Lord, “Rhys is overworking himself again.” Cassian joins you in your glaring, the Shadowsinger just watching with amusement.

“We’ve established that I’m fine. Especially granted access to your services,” he replies, giving you that easy grin. It switches into a look of contemplation. “Would you be halting all work, or do you think you’ll continue seeing some clients here and there?”

“I hadn’t thought that far ahead,” you answer honestly. “But hold on, how have you all been? I want to know what you’re all up to.”

A tense silence fills the air, and you cringe. “That bad?”

As usual, Rhys fills the gap with and easy smile, “I think all three of us will be requesting your attention by the week’s end.” You roll your eyes, but smile with him, vaguely thankful for the reprieve from that tension. Cassian—bless him—joins in. “Is that what you meant about needing more, huh?” He squeezes your waist and you jolt, a startled laugh coming from your from the sensitive press. “Want all three of us?”

You don’t have time to properly think through his question—offer?—before the Azriel diverts, “do you take multiple clients as once?” You peer over at him, settling back against the solid warmth of Cassian’s chest as you shrug, “sometimes.” You swear the two males on the chaise stiffen a little.

“It’s fun, though,” you reassure, trying to lessen the abrupt tension. “Haven’t had a bad experience so far. I think people seem to be more careful about how they act when there’s someone else in the room to remind them of the outside world. But that’s besides the point.” Azriel nods, satisfied with your answer.

“Have you three…?” You venture, carefully. Cassian’s grip tightens over your thigh, causing you to glance at him curiously. He’s watching you intently, pupils a little dilated. But it’s Rhys who replies, his grin feline, “are you asking whether we’ve ever shared a female, or whether we’ve bedded multiple in a night?” You don’t falter, dragging your eyes away from Cassian’s, “both, I suppose.”

The break in eye contact seems to reawaken the Warlord as he shifts beneath you, huffing with quiet laughter. “When we were young, and arrogant, we’d fuck any female that would spare us the attention,” he grins, “often in the same room as one another, with multiple partners.”

You send him a look, “good to know you’ve always been a shameless flirt.” He just laughs, a deep sound from his chest that makes your own lips kick up at the delightful noise.

“As for if we’ve ever shared…”

There’s that tension again.

Cassian’s mouth forms a cocky grin, “look at us, sweetheart. I’m not sure that sort of devastation should be wrought on one female.” Your own mouth quirks into a tauntingly sultry curve, “I think you’re severely underestimating me, General.” A muscle feathers in his jaw as his eyes flash at the title, but you go on. “I could take all three of you in my sleep.”

His grin turns vulpine at the challenge, hand squeezing tighter at your waist, tugging you against him, but something’s different about this contact. His eyes are molten as he drawls huskily, “is that another one of those nasty little kinks of yours, hm? Is this what you meant by ‘more’? Having someone who matches you for your depravity?”

The other two seem to be watching your exchange very closely… Whether that’s to make sure to keep Cass in line, or because they’re marking your reaction, you can’t tell.

You laugh, still under the impression of it being a friendly game between you two. “I think I have more kinks than all of you combined,” you taunt, and his eyes flash.

“Oh yeah?” He drawls, the pads of his fingers pressing into your thigh. “Maybe you should fuck Az. See who comes out on top.”

“Cassian.”

You’re both drawn out of your verbal sparring match to find Rhysand’s eyes narrowed on his General, in what appears to be warning.

You shift in Cassian’s lap, easing away from him a little as you laugh, “it’s fine, Rhys. We were just playing.” You wave you hand dismissively as you grin, “no harm done.” You’re vaguely aware of Azriel’s gaze on you, so you throw him a little smirk—a teasing quirk of your lips, to show that you’re fine.

The deep hunger in his eyes is like a kick to the stomach, but it’s gone in an instant, replaced by a gentle smile.

A clock chimes seven somewhere in the house, making you snap to. You sigh, easing out of Cassian’s grip as you hop to your feet. “Well, I’ve got one more shift for tonight then I’m off for a bit, so I’ll do some thinking and report back,” you offer an easy smile to the three of them, so grateful for their presence in your life.

Azriel stands from the sofa—as the one who flew you up here, he’s the one who’ll fly you back. You get the vague sense he has an ulterior motive for jumping on the escape but you silence your mind. You’re probably reading into it too much.

“How long are you working tonight?” The High Lord asks, gaze raising from Cass’ to your own. “I’m starting at eight and will be on the clock until seven.”

“That’s eleven hours,” Rhys frowns.

“I get paid by the hour, anyway.” You send a conspiratorial look to Cassian, “most of them don’t manage to last that long, so I get plenty of breaks.” He snickers in response, and you feel the slight weight lifting from the room.

You turn to leave, giving a reassuring smile to Rhys before you turn for the door.

“You know where to find us if you get tired of five-minute failures!”

You snort as you walk down the corridor to where Az will be able to take off. A smile lifts you lips and you fight back a laugh when a soft snarl echoes after the joke.

Azriel’s fingers graze the small of your back as he guides you through the house, despite you having been here so many times before. You appreciate those small touches, they’re grounding somehow; comforting.

You sense he wants to say something, but is holding back until he’s out of earshot.

It’s not until he’s flown you down from the house, and set you on the cobbles by the rainbow—a little way from your work house—that he speaks his mind.

“Before they came in,” he starts gently, in that peaceful quiet of his. “You said you were looking for someone.” Your heart warms at his attention to detail—he hadn’t forgotten that conversation. He’s always listening out.

You nod your confirmation, not looking at him as you set off into a stroll, the male keeping pace, close to your side. The sun’s setting, casting a warm glow across the streets of Velaris, the air feeling dry and warm—a storm’s going to be hitting in a few days. You can’t help anticipating it, that unrestrained hunger and fury that ripples across the sky, hailing down hot rain that would soak you to your bones.

“I think I’d like someone to give me attention, for a change. In…” Your eyes flick to his, hesitantly. He rolls his eyes, smiling slightly as he gestures for you to continue. “In bed.”

Azriel is careful to keep his gaze ahead, even as he feels yours piercing into him, searching for any sign of reaction—the tiniest show of discomfort—that will clue you to stop. He supposes that’s just how you’re accustomed to operating, always watching out for those emotional guides when you’re working. He doesn’t want you to feel like you have to be on guard around him, though.

“Understandable.” He nods, pretending to peer at some of the stores you pass to put you at ease. He swallows when you shift a little closer to him, lowering your voice. “I…sometimes feel a bit…worthless. Or tired. After a shift, I mean.” You take in a deep breath, allowing the air to circulate, loosening the tension from your body. “It’s draining, sometimes, to always be paying attention to my customers. I know it’s part of my job—I have to be the one who’s aware, make sure nothing gets out of hand, that they’re having a good time, and I’m performing to the expected level…” You go quiet, eyes trailing down to the cobbles as you continue on the path to your work.

When you don’t speak again for a while, he glances at you sidelong. Your brow is scrunched, seemingly in thought. He waits quietly for you to open up to him.

Then you raise your gaze, eyes certain, as you declare, “one day, I just want to be fucked. I don’t want to have to think. In fact, I want to be fucked so hard, I’m knocked out of my own head.” When your eyes look to his, a hint of vulnerability there, he has to force a comforting smile to his mouth. Ward off the jealousy, the envy that you aren’t considering them. Maybe this is their chance.

He’s about to attempt to persuade you, but you’re speaking now, pouring out all the words you’d sealed away.

“I’m tired of being the one who has to be attentive. I’m tired of not receiving my own pleasure. Doing this as a job is taking the fun away from it, and I feel drained, Az. I want to enjoy sex again. I don’t want to be stuck in the same two positions for the rest of my life. I want some adventure. I want someone who’ll come along and match me. I don’t want to keep suppressing my own desires, I want someone who’ll bring me new things to try. I want—…”

Again you cut off, eyes widening as they slide to his, in case you’ve said too much.

He fights the urge to grind his teeth.

“I’m just as depraved as you are. Stop worrying you’re going to scare me off.” His wings flare a little, shadows gently wrapping around you as you both turn down a street. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You take him in steadily, then your lips quirk at the edges. “Cassian mentioned that.”

He rolls his eyes, “please, ignore Cassian.” He gestures to you, “continue.” He doesn’t miss the twitch of your lips at the command, and for a second he swears he can see that hunger in your own eyes.

Your work place is in sight now, and when you reach the door, you allow him to follow you inside to your room. To carry on the conversation while you’re preparing yourself.

The room is lit with faelight that’s been spelled to take on a slightly red-ish colour. But with a flick of your wrist, it’s a normal cream. When you’ve finished changing, you return to the side room you’d led him to—so his scent wouldn’t linger in the room.

You’re clad in a silky robe, egg-shell white, the neckline plunging to your navel, where the fabric is held together with the matching silky belt, the gown pooling at your feet as you sit opposite him at what you call the recharging station—stacked with tea, biscuits, snack and fruit. As well as other, work-related objects.

“It’s rare that a customer comes in with…darker tastes. And even when they do, it’s difficult to feel it with them.” Your voice has dropped to a softer tone, as if you’re unused to voicing those thoughts. “Do you…” you hesitate, faltering. “What Cassian said, about…”

A smirk lifts his sensuous mouth, and you could hug him for the relief it brings you, to be on familiar territory. His dark eyes gleam in the low light, but with a devastating hunger you’ve never seen before. That makes you question your chosen relationship with him…because that grin…it promises something you’ve been craving for a long while now.

He shifts in his chair slightly, body relaxing, allowing you a clear view of his broad chest, powerful arms resting atop the edges of the seat, one leg tucked beneath the chair, the other stretching out, and you have to wonder how far it is from your own. His wings loom at his back, shadows wreathing them, curling around their tips.

“What Cassian said about…” he echoes, amusement dancing alongside that starving hunger, features remarkably neutral. Your eyes narrow at him as you observe his behaviour keenly, attempting to figure him out.

“I know what I like, Azriel.” You murmur, gaze never leaving his, like a lifeline of sorts.

“And what is it you like?” He drawls, watching you like a predator would. You blink, but shake off the tingling feeling in your chest. You can trust him. He’s been around for a while, he knows a thing or two about his own sexuality, how deep the fae mind can plummet.

“Sometimes, I want a little more than what I’m given,” you begin quietly, never breaking that connection. “I want more that a light pat on my cheek, or a slight buck of their hips. I want more than their hand keeping mine in place, more than a few measly rounds that don’t even satisfy me…”

Is it you or have his shadows thickened?

“What do you want, pretty thing?” The rough drag of his words has you examining him in a different way, looking at him not as your friend, but as a potential partner.

“Promise you won’t be disgusted?” You ask softly, and he picks up on the hint of vulnerability that he’s ready to pounce on.

He offers a smooth grin—the barest quirk of his lips—as he leans forward on the table, outstretching his hand as if to arm wrestle you, but extends his pinky finger. “I promise.”

The gesture is casual enough that you reach forward, twining your little finger with his own, tightening, but not releasing him. You lean closer across the small, circular table—really only large enough for one person. “Sometimes, if I have a smaller shift—one that ends around three or four—and I have to walk home alone, in the dark… Sometimes I wish someone would just drag me into an alley and take me there.”

Azriel’s mouth goes dry as you spill your secrets, those private fantasies, what you think about after a long night of dissatisfaction and you need relief that will knock you to your knees. He doesn’t show any signs of disgust, nor does he tell you to stop, so you take it a step further.

“Sometimes…I think about what it would be like to have someone lock me up. Strip me down, put me in a collar, and make me obey.”

He’s never seen you flush before, not from shame, not from embarrassment, nor humiliation. But there’s a flush of pleasure warming your skin now, and it’s taking most of his concentration to keep from launching across the table. The rest of his concentration is spearing for Rhys, letting the male into his head to witness this with him—inevitably dragging Cassian in, too.

He hears them curse in sync, catching up on the private conversation.

He tightens his hold on you, pushing closer, “what else?”

Your throat bobs, and he knows all three of them are sharing the same thought.

“Sometimes, I think I’d like to have choice stripped out of my hands. I think I’d like for someone else to be in control of me. To become something to be used…” Your eyes don’t shy away from his as you stare at one another, “…and shared.”

Cassian swears, low and nasty. Rhysand groans with dark pleasure. Azriel doesn’t have to guess at what each is doing.

We can’t let her go.

He can’t even tell who the thought comes from.

Teeth flash as you bite your lower lip. “What about you?”

Azriel’s head goes quiet, and he can feel the others’ stillness. “Sometimes…” he doesn’t even recognise his own voice, so warped with starving hunger. “I think it would be fun to set my shadows on someone. They know everything about how to torture…I think they should learn how to bring pleasure too.”

His eyes nearly roll as he scents your arousal, but he keeps his eyes trained on yours. He notes how still you are, as if sensing that one tiny move will set the predator in him hunting.

“Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to let go, too. To just indulge, in everything I want, and not care about anything else. I think I’ve been searching for a long time to find someone who could match me, and I think I’m catching a trail.” He can see your breasts peaking through the thin silk, and it takes everything in him to hold his shadows—and himself—back from wrapping around you.

It’s like you’re enraptured, never once moving, hardly even breathing as he leans just a little bit closer—almost imperceptibly so. “Sometimes, I think it would be nice to keep someone. Not love them, or care for them, but keep them.” Keep you. “I think it would be a free-for-all, without rules or restraint, without any limitations. And I think I know a few other people who would also like to indulge in that.”

You hear that offer clear as day, heat rushing your body as you suddenly become aware that the only place he’s touching you is the joining point of your fingers.

A bell chimes in the hallway—the five minute signal—but it barely registers in your mind. Not when you’re staring so deep into his eyes, swallowed in that depthless swirl of arousal and hunger. Hunger for you.

Azriel releases his hold on you, and it takes a moment for that cool space on your little finger to register. “I should leave you.” You nod, almost vacantly, and he takes a damn long time committing your scent to memory.

He stands, and he can see the awareness return to your eyes. He watches as you steadily shut down your arousal in preparation for the night, but you’re unable to banish the heat in your eyes.

He heads to the door, satisfied when you follow behind him silently, padding on cat-soft feet through the room. The barest seed of an idea forms in his mind, and he can’t help himself, firmly raising those mental shields as he kicks Rhys and Cass out for the moment. He wants this between the two of you—he can report back later.

When he reaches the threshold, he stops, turning to you, and he knows he doesn’t mistake the excitement dancing in your irises, as if hoping he’ll change his mind and force you to bed. He has to grit his teeth against his instincts, roaring at him to take you.

“What safe-word do you use?” He asks, gently.

“Huh?” You blink your eyes, coming back from wherever you just went. “You said earlier one of the other girls used her safe-word. What’s yours?”

“Well, to make it easier for customers to remember, Red,” you answer. You wonder why he’s asking.

The slight lift of the edges of his mouth are more arousing than any smirk he’s given you. “But for yourself. What would you choose if you didn’t have to do it for someone else?”

You level him with an assessing look that he weathers, allowing you to make your evaluation.

“Vanilla,” you reply. “I’d choose vanilla.”

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Mile High Club

Pairing ⇒ Boyfriend!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Avenger!Fem!Reader

Word count ⇒ 2.5K

Summary ⇒ You and Tony have been in a secret relationship for the past seven months, and you're being sent on the first mission for just the two of you since you've become an Avenger. Seeing how the two of you will have nothing but time during the long flight to the other side of the world, he wants nothing more than to make you a part of the Mile High Club.

Rating ⇒ Explicit (E)

Warnings/Tags ⇒ Established relationship, age gap (~ 10 years), secret relationship, use of nicknames (Gorgeous, Babygirl)

Smut ⇒ Dirty talk, daddy kink, hair pulling, nipple play, fingering, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), belly bulge, spanking, squirting, creampie, cockwarming

A/n ⇒ This fic is a little gift from the heart for my bestie @ccbsrmsf1. I'm very proud of you for everything you're going through, and you deserve a delicious treat with our man! I love you so much and want to thank you for everything you do for me. You're the most fantastic person I know, and I'm blessed to know someone like you! 💙

A/n 2.0 ⇒ This isn't proofread. Any and all mistakes are my own. My requests are open again! Please feel free to send them for each person or character I write for, and I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you'll all come up with! 💙

Events Masterlist ⇒ @flufftober Flufftober '23 ⇒ Love of my life Masterlist ⇒ @buckys-wintersoldier ⇒ ''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?" Masterlist ⇒ @anyfandomkinkbingo ⇒ Secret relationship

Banners: Yours truly ⇒ Divider: @firefly-graphics ⇒ GIF: Source

Main Masterlist ⇒ Tony Stark Masterlist

Ever since moving to New York, you've dreamt of becoming an Avenger and worked hard to reach that goal. Now, almost three years later, you're also in a relationship with the man you've been crushing on since you became aware of his existence, Tony Stark. The two of you have been together for over seven months, but you have kept it a secret.

''Are you ready to go, Gorgeous?" Tony practically purrs in your ear as you strap the last knife to your tactical suit, ready for everything that could come your way. A broad smile spreads across your features, and Tony can't help but smile right along with you. The way your eyes sparkle when you look back at him doesn't go unnoticed by him, and he leans in for a kiss when the door suddenly swings open. You both pull away quickly and act nonchalant, hoping whoever opened the door didn't see the two of you almost lock lips.

You're relieved when you see it's just Steve, and you sigh before saying hi to Steve and leaving the weapons room to get the Quinjet ready for your mission. He wishes you good luck during the mission, and with that, you're off to do your job, shortly followed by Tony. While waiting for the elevator, he catches up with you, slightly out of breath.

"Really? Are you already out of breath? You need to work on that, old man!" you joke teasingly, though it only earns you a glare that has you laughing loudly. When Tony hears it, he can't help but smile, his heart skipping a beat as he lets the thought go through his mind that you're his. He feels like the luckiest man on earth, and he can't wait to put a beautiful ring on your finger and call you his wife.

The elevator dings before the doors slide open smoothly, allowing you both to enter. As soon as the doors close, Tony gently pushes you against the wall before capturing your lips with his, his tongue sliding over your bottom lip to ask for entrance. You gladly open your mouth, letting your tongues fight for dominance, which he ultimately wins.

When he finally pulls away, you're left breathless, and he can't help but make a teasing remark on it.

"Really? Are you already out of breath?" he asks, and you give him a smack against his upper arm, though you don't mind it when he teases you.

"You're lucky you're cute, Stark," is all you say before getting off the elevator when you reach your destination. The butterflies in both your stomachs are going crazy. You and Tony are also in great moods more often, which hasn't gone unnoticed by your teammates. They all secretly have a bet about how long it will take for the two of you to come out with your secret, but despite that, they're all happy for you two, even if they can't show it. Yet.

Not even twenty minutes later, the Quinjet is in the air, and you're quietly sitting in your chair next to Tony as he controls the enormous aircraft with expert skills. While he's focused on what's happening outside, you're buried with your nose in the book you brought while holding Tony's hand. Now that it's just the two of you, a comfortable silence has fallen on the jet, and you're happy to be in each other's company, not having to worry about anything or anyone seeing you.

That is until Tony suddenly breaks the silence, accidentally scaring you just when the story of your book gets interesting.

''Shall we make this flight more interesting?" he asks, and you jump at the interruption, making him laugh loudly. It wasn't his intention to scare you, but now that it happened, he can't help but laugh.

"Sorry, Gorgeous, I didn't mean to scare you,'' he tells you as he brings your hand to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles that has you blushing deeply within seconds and your panties flooding with arousal all at the same time. He always has this effect on you, though you're never one to complain.

"You were saying something about making this flight more interesting?" a brow quirked as you looked at him curiously.

"Have you ever heard of the Mile High Club?" Tony asks with a serious expression as he looks at you. Even though you've heard of it, you never even thought about actually doing it - until now. The thought of having sex with Tony in the flying Quinjet is highly appealing, and you nod in response. Before you know it, the plane is on autopilot, and Tony is turning his chair, inviting you onto his lap.

''C'mere Gorgeous," he says, and you happily get up to straddle his thighs. The chair is wide enough to fit both of you, and his hands are lying on your hips as you put your arms over his shoulders, your fingers gently running through the hair on the nape of his neck. As you look into his deep, dark brown eyes, you can't help but smile, thinking how fortunate you are to be here with the man you love and who you can't wait to grow old with.

You lean forward to press your lips against his, and the kiss turns heated and passionate soon, leaving you both breathless when you pull away. Your eyes are half-lidded when you look at him, the arousal you're feeling now making you feel like you're not even in your own body anymore. You give yourself entirely to Tony and his intoxicating touches and taste, never getting enough of them.

Tony's cock is straining painfully against the zipper of his pants right now, and all he wants is to be freed from the confinements of the denim, ready to be worshipped by you. Whether it is with your mouth or pussy is something he isn't picky about; all he knows is that he wants to be enveloped by the warmth he loves so much.

"Let's get out of these clothes, Gorgeous; it'll be a lot more comfortable that way," he tells you, and you get up, ready to strip off every last piece of tactical gear you're wearing. When you're left in just your sports bra and panties, Tony stops you, wanting to help you take the last two pieces of fabric off your body.

His hands glide up from your waist to the back of your bra, unhooking it before letting it fall to the floor and exposing your breasts. Your nipples instantly pebble at the chilliness as they're met with the cool air, but Tony's lips wrap around one of them, sucking and biting ever so gently, his other hand tugging and rolling the other as slight moans escape your lips.

Your mouth goes slack with pleasure as he switches between your two sensitive buds, and you gasp when you feel two of his thick, strong fingers rubbing your clit over your soaked panties, spreading your legs on instinct to give him more room.

"D-Daddy!" you exclaim, and Tony looks up at you as a wicked grin spreads over his features, knowing he has you exactly where he wants you. A moan slips out as he puts slight pressure on your clit, a gush of arousal ruining your panties even further.

''Such a good girl for Daddy right now, but you want more, don't you? You want Daddy's fingers inside your delicious, tight, warm pussy, isn't that right?" he asks you, and all you can do is nod and whine when you feel his fingers leave your clit, and you're clenching around nothing. It doesn't take long for Tony to rip off the fabric of your underwear and shove it into his back pocket.

You look up at him with curiosity about his next move, but he doesn't say a single word as he turns the two of you around and pushes you into the chair he sat in not too long ago.

''Spread those beautiful legs for me, Gorgeous; let Daddy have his feast," he orders, and you do as Tony gets onto his knees, his hands resting on your inner thighs as he moves closer to your dripping pussy. You clench around nothing as he lets out a deep breath, the warmth having you arch your back as it makes contact with your sensitive heat.

''Look at that, Gorgeous, such a beautiful, delicious pussy for me," he says as he hooks both your legs over his shoulders, creating the perfect space for him to be buried between your thighs. He eyes your pussy hungrily as your hands glide into his hair, pulling him towards your needy, dripping pussy. When his tongue makes contact with your flesh, you let out an almost obscene moan as you pull his hair hard.

He groans against your pussy as he starts eating you out vigorously, your combined moans and groans filling up the room at the jet, which is still flying without a single problem. Tony alternates between fucking your entrance with his tongue and sucking on your clit, building up your high, until he suddenly plunges two fingers into your pussy at a fast pace.

''Oh fuck, Daddy! 'M cumming!" you let him know, pulling him even closer with a loud moan as he works you up to your orgasm, which washes over you not long after, your legs trembling and your back arching as he works you through it until you're nearing overstimulation, but he stops right on time.

''I can't believe you're such a good girl for me today, though I don't think I'll ever want to get used to you being such a submissive girl for me,'' he says with a wink, referencing the fact that he is more than happy to have you take the lead in the bedroom too.

'''s your turn, Daddy!" you tell him with a soft, whiny voice as you look at how hard he's straining against his jeans, wanting to taste him.

''Another time, Babygirl, right now Daddy wants to be buried deep inside this pussy of yours,'' he tells you before quickly undressing and helping you up to have you sit on his lap again, his cock trapped between your stomachs. He's so long that he reaches a good few inches above your belly button, and you love how deep he goes when he fucks you, though you rarely take him like this as it has been a challenge in the past.

"I want to stretch your pussy so badly, Gorgeous; I want you to be wrapped around my cock as I split you open, filling you up with cum until it drips out of you before fucking it all right back in with my fingers. How does that sound?" he asks in a low, rumbling voice, and you instantly nod yes, wanting all that and more.

You lift yourself as you brace yourself on his shoulders, allowing him to line himself up with your pussy before lowering your body onto him. A deep, long moan escapes you when you feel the stretch of his long, thick, and veiny cock you love so much. His hands on your hips carefully glide you down as you sink, and before you know it, you're taking him completely.

''Fuck! Look at that, Gorgeous; I'm so fucking deep inside this pussy that we can see me in your belly," he says with a wicked smile on his lips before taking his hand and pushing slightly on your belly, making you moan loudly at the pleasure coursing through your body.

The hands that were previously on your hips have slid back to your ass, which is exposed perfectly now that you're straddling his lap, and he lands a spank on both cheeks simultaneously, only adding to your arousal. You jerk forward, making a rolling move with your hips that has both you and Tony moaning as you sink again.

His hands help guide you as you slowly start to move up and down, the slight burn quickly subsiding as your hips meet his thighs before going up again, repeating the motion over and over again. The pleasure is building up fast, and the fact that you know you're miles high in the air together only adds to your enjoyment.

"We should go on missions together more often, don't you think? God, I would love to rail my pussy all over the world and high in the sky. Can never get enough of you, Gorgeous; I love you and your pussy so much," he purrs into your ear, your head leaning against his shoulder.

Suddenly, he picks up the pace, your pleasure intensifying immensely. Moans, groans, and the sounds of skin slapping against the skin are all that can be heard as you lift your head to kiss Tony, but it's nothing more than a sloppy kiss as you're nearing your orgasm that's building up at a rapid pace.

''Daddy, want to cum! Please, may I cum?" you ask, bordering on begging at this point. He groans out his permission as he fucks up into you, his cock completely slick from all your juices, making a squelching sound that has you grinning widely. The pleasure only Tony knows how to give you is intoxicating, and you want more of it until it comes to a high, and you squeeze his cock when you cum.

With a scream of his name, you cum on his cock, your juices squirting out during a prolonged orgasm while Tony keeps fucking into you. Not long after, Tony cums, too, with a groan of your name, spilling every last drop of his cum inside your pussy, until his balls are empty.

You're both coming down from your highs as you're panting, catching your breaths after the exercise you've just gotten. Sex with Tony always feels nothing short of amazing, but when you're this high in the air with the man you love, your pleasure is multiplied tenfold, and you want to do it again.

You lean forward to capture his lips in a soft, gentle kiss, your nails scratching his facial hair. When a few more pecks have been exchanged, you pull back to look at him through half-lidded eyes. You always knew you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, but this moment made it official. The look of love on Tony's face is one you will never get enough of, and just when you want to tell him that, a yawn escapes.

''Is it okay if I fall asleep here?" you ask sheepishly, his cock still buried deep inside you after you've both cum down from your shared orgasms. With a soft hum, he lets you know it's okay, and he turns his chair, taking the jet off autopilot and back to steering it himself. There are still over seven hours of the flight left, and he's more than happy to spend a big part of him with you cockwarming him.

''I love you, Gorgeous," he whispers against your hair when you're almost asleep, and all you do is smile in response before letting the sleep take over. Sleeping in his arms is one of your favorite things to do, as you know you'll be safe in the arms of the love of your life.

[kuni-is-daddy]

Hear me out- fluffy comfort sex with scara bc y/n's severe daddy issues are acting up and it gets rougher... idk ive just been fantasizing about this 🤭

"For me~"

Tw: daddy issues, Signals of depression.

Scaramouche x GN reader PUREE comfort! :)

1.3K Words

scara masterlistt wanderer comfort

Fluff+smut

MINORS DNI---

Please make sure your taking care of yourself! I might not know you but your a beautiful person inside out who deserves the best and an amazing life no matter your age. Either young or old, things will get better. Have faith in yourself ❤️ I hope scara helps you feel better here💜

Art credit!

Even though scaramouche has a interesting personality. I feel like he truly can relate to MANY people regarding their problems and that's why he's one of my, if not favorite genshin character.

He's on break from his most recent mission in inazuma and treats you out and catch up as another date. He brings you a couple of gifts and some dango he kept cold just for you. "I thought you weren't a fan of dango scara?" "I'm not but.. figured I might as well bring something sweet for you besides myself" you giggled but that soon turned into a sad expression while you played with the box of dango he handed to you. "What's wrong y/n?"

Unfortunately, hearing about what's going on with your father was the last thing he wished to hear. Your his everything and you getting treated or viewed as nothing is something that makes his skin boil.

"tsk, how about I teach that old man a lesson? Humans are all the same. Taking it out on others because they can't handle the fucking truth or their own shit life. Where is he?" Scaramouche stood up from the table and looked at his surroundings.

"S-scara baby please it's fine its fine.." he sits back down. "Being with you already makes my day a blessing." You cup his cheek and he sinks into your warm touch. Looking at your beautiful eyes. He sighs, "you don't deserve this y/n. And..I'm not going to be here all the time for you. Fuck...this is already pissing me off"

"I don't even fucking have a father, but if I did I sure as hell wouldn't let myself get pushed around like this." You frowned. "Hey. Look at me. Your not a push over okay? I-im just saying this isn't right. Your beautiful and deserve the world y/n. I'd give you all of teyvat in a heartbeat" which you assumed he could after seeing the 'Shouki no kami' he and 'the doctor' have been working on. "Is he always home and like this?" "Yeah.. it's just like this when I'm around... So I'd just find something to do to try and take my mind off if it but..it still hurts." He held your hand. "Its going to hurt my love, it hurt when my mom abandoned me as well. Leaving me alone, but you have to find hope. Be it something small or anything. The fatui was.. a revenge thing you can say but. I found hope within you to be different..even if I am still in it. For now." You blushed "wow kuni~ I never knew you could be so nice." And there went his ego, "I just tell it like it is. And like I said, you are beautiful my love. And you certainly are worth it. Every hour, every second and every breath I take by your side."

It grew silent for a couple of minutes. Scara got up and paced back and forth thinking of a way to help you, to make you understand he loves you. He knew that deep in your thoughts we're tragedy and pain, that you we're alone. And he didn't want you to feel how he felt when his life crumbled due to the stoned face of a god.

He wanted to hurt that man, make him regret it. But he knew that wasn't the right way. Sometimes violence isn't always the answer and he learned that from you. You we're the yin to his yang, the beat in his heart. He loved you more than anything and you guided him into the 'happy' man he is today more then anyone could ever hope to become.

He didn't take you home, rather to his own home. It was dark, black painted walls and only 1 or 2 pictures he took with his 'buddy, Childe' and the rest we're all pictures of you. Even in his room he had taped up letters you'd write to him during his abroad trips. "Look. Come here." He was a little stern but you can tell it was because he was angry at how you we're being treated. "You see all of this here? I read these everyday. When I wake up, to be reminded that I'll always have you y/n." He held your hands and sat on the bed while taking his hat off. "I want you too feel the same way, even with that piece of shi- 'annoying parent' around. You don't have to read my letters my love, but please. Stay strong. For me. And for the future we will have together, side by side. Always."

SMUT🤪

Scaramouche laid you onto the bed and let out a groan "god look at this beautiful body of yours. How dare you look at yourself like this.. your fucking beautiful" he rubbed his hands along your body and took licks around your neck "I'm gonna treat you well t'night baby. And tomorrow I'm going to ask that brat Childe to take the rest of my missions for a bit(months) love." "B-but scara then your going to be so busy after-" he kissed you to keep you quiet. "Mmm mmm.. don't worry about that, trust me you'd be surprised to see the things he'd do after I put on a show for him(scara means killing a buncha people. Childe loves that shit😩)

Scara moved down to your private part, licking and kissing it "Scara~ stopp..your tongue~"

"Want me to stop baby? I know you like it." "N-no" you said while rubbing through his hair "you feel so good~" he smirked. "Good you like it. How about my fingers, you want that to?" "Y-yes daddy..wanna feel your fingers." Scara licked at his fingers and put two inside. "Mmm your so tight around my fingers baby..." He took his other hand and held your leg up while biting at your thighs. "Scara~ please~ ah...hah...." biting and sucking on your thighs until you got a hicky "Yes? What does love want." "I- I want you inside." He stopped biting at you and laughed. "Mmm and here I thought you wanted me to be gentle. And cherish your body." "I-i do but... I want more of you scara" "then take what you want of me, my love"

"Oh fuck baby..L-look at you, bouncing on daddys cock so well." Scara's praises made your body heat up. You two interlocked hands as you chased your orgasm "Yes y/n..Fuck yes. i love you. I love you so fucking much, Please cum for me. Let me hear those beautiful moans." "S-SCARA~ OH sHIT~" You cum oozed onto scara as he kept praising you, "Mm..fuck baby you did so well..So fucking well.. lay down f' me." Your body grew weak as your high started to fade and he guided you to the otherside of the bed. Scara licked off some of your cum while cleaning you up. "Shit.. and you taste good too baby." You threw a pillow at him "You pervet-"

You awoke to your boyfriend soundly asleep next to you. Already in his fatui attire. "S-scara...Your still here" He ruffly opened his eyes. "Of course id be here dumass.. But i do have to leave in a bit.. Otherwise how else am i gonna get that ginger idiot to take my work for a bit." You we're shocked that he still committed to what he said earlier, You thought he was just speaking to boost you up but scara was serious about it. You gave him a hug. "Im so glad to have you in my life Kuni. I love you."

"My god, my mother, humans. They've all abandoned me. Because I was 'weak. Not good enough.' But now I understand my love, I don't need them. Or what they say... All I need and want is you. I want to wake up to your beautiful smile. I want while I'm away for you to be happy. So please keep trying, not for those that dismiss you like they've done me. But for yourself and me. I believe in and love you. Just the way you are and the person you strive to be. I love your kindness, the way you smiled even when you we're sad on our dango date and wake up everyday even if it's the bare minimum. Dont hide those emotions anymore my love, When your hurt, Fall in my arms. Please stay, don't listen to that old bastard or the pain in your heart. I love you and I will stay with you until the bitter end to pick you up. Just like you always did for me"

Ps: I will be home Early, Tomorow evening most likely. Apparently, childe sees me as his 'best friend' and is willing to help regardless. What a looser. Anyway, I have to prep up for the fatui's grand dinner. I hope you ate today my love, Farewell until then.

-Kunikuzushi.

[a-little-bit-of-ravioli]

20 questions for fic writers

Tagged by @the-real-azalea-scroggs! Had to wait until I was of my phone because doing these is a nightmare on mobile lmao

1. How many works do you have on A03?

18 as of a few days ago!

2. What's your total A03 word count?

157,937! Which is. Only a fraction of the word count in my Docs folder. Be prepared.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for The Legend of Zelda; specifically Linked Universe! In fact, that's all that's posted on my Ao3 currently, since my fall into that fandom began with me uploading there! Pre-Ao3 I wrote for Black Cat (Anime/Manga), Megaman NT Warrior, various Pokémon things, Assassin's Creed, Yugioh, Final Fantasy XIV and Octopath Traveler! Some of these I still write privately, but I haven't gotten around to re-posting any.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Whistling on Deaf Ears - My longest fic on Ao3, focusing on Wild and Twilight's friendship and how good intentions can lead to disaster.

Iconoclasm - Warriors deals with the room full of portraits in Cia's palace. The Chain also deals with it, but with a bit more fire.

Deserving - Twilight finally tells Rusl that he was the wolf in the village during TP, but that also means dealing with some heavier topics. Colin half overhears them and forms his own conclusions.

Something Greater - The start of the "Hyrule can see magical auras" series! In this one we deal with Legend and his many rings.

Ocean Magic - Mermaid Legend and Zora Time have a race and then fight one of the Big Octos from WW! Fun times.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one!! I love comments, they give me an excuse to ramble about my fic more!! I am always down to ramble about every single insignificant detail of any line and/or section. If you ever want more background info about one of my fics, look to the comments!

So please, I adore comments, I treat them like treasures, not responding to them would be a CRIME.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

There's no contest; Inevitable, my (so far) only MCD fic.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm, that's hard to quantify. I usually try to end fics on a hopeful note regardless. I'd say possibly either Deserving, where Twilight reconnects with his family, or Shimmering Blue, Striking White, where Time meets the Fierce Deity settled down on Satori Mountain and they both get closure.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, no! I've been blessed with mostly amazing and patient readers, even when my upload schedule isn't the best.

9. Do you write smut?

No, not really. I've attempted it, but I'm too asexual for it lol

10. Do you write crossovers?

Very, very rarely. Mostly privately, and only very specific ones. Only a single one has had an actual plot, so far (more on that one in question 15!).

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also a nope! I tend to write for smaller fandoms, where these things don't tend to happen a lot!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I have! But it's been a while. Over a decade, in fact! I tried to find the fic to link it here, but it was on the German fanfic website fanfiktion.de, and my friend who posted it back then must have deactivated her account, because it's nowhere to be seen (I still have the Word file though!). It was a Multi-Crossover that started as an RP in a forum, and we took turns turning the RP into prose one chapter each. "If a Hero Turns to Dark" was its title. We were edgy teenagers.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Hissssss. Bad question. Shoo. They are all equally important!!

But it's probably TenRose from Doctor Who.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

One of the very few crossovers I've ever worked on; a crossover fic between Assassin's Creed and Doctor Who, that I have mapped out in both chronological and timeline order, and yes, those are different. I only ever wrote about a quarter of it, since my primary audience of it disappeared when we graduated. I doubt I'll ever pick it back up properly, and if I do it'll probably go through heavy rewrites first since it's so old. Finishing it is a nice thought, but realistically, after 9 years it'll never be high priority enough for it to actually happen.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue, especially arguments, and emotional impact. I've been told I do really well making characters feel alive and believable! Also I like to believe I'm decent at setting a scene and giving it the vibe I want it to have!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I struggle with dialogue tags when nothing much is happening besides the talking. I always feel it's too bland, and fall back on the same phrases. My scene transitions could use some work too.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I've done this with Japanese phrases, because I was a massive weeb. Usually I followed them up with their own translations, though; I'm not the biggest fan of footnote translations, unless they are properly linked to. Simple dialogue tags are my favourite way of indicating a language switch.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Black Cat the Manga/Anime! It's a series about an assassin turned bounty hunter trying to live a life separate from his murdery past, but getting dragged back into things by still wanting to avenge his best friend's death. The series has a special place in my heart and my bookshelf, it left an imprint on 13-year-old me that will never leave.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably Jailbreak, uncharacteristically enough! It's one of the only fics I never got stuck in once. Writing it was a great feeling from start to finish. I love writing all of my fics, but that was a special few days.

Tagging @ahrva @nowhere-to-go-but-down @silvercaptain24 and @aeghina! And anyone who wants to do it, really, go wild

[daddy-suguru]

CONGRATS ON 9K

i recently found your blog (ive seen it occasionally before. but now ive noticed it a lot more) and i love your writing ! i’ve yet to rb but i plan to later on when i get more free time def 😭

but you reached 9k for a reason so once again congrats to you and i wish you all the blessings in life bb !

i’d like to join the event pls with either tengen or sakuna and body worshipping 👀

That’s sweet of you :3 I’m happy that you’ve been enjoying my works! And I’m so excited to be writing to so many people, nervous bit excited for the support.

I wish you well blessings too dearie :3 and I hope you are drinking plenty of water. Along with treating yourself with the kindness you deserve :3

✑ tags: fem-dom, with sukuna struggling for power, hints of bratty sub!sukuna, ceo!reader, bodyguard!sukuna, established relationship, thirsty sukuna, praise, body worship, sweet yet rough, biting, jealous!sukuna, wine drunk, biting

Your long flowy dress is over Sukuna's head while he kisses the inside of your thigh. Dragging his teeth, aching to bite down the moment you let him. He roughly confesses,

“Hated how they kept looking at you, sexy mama. When you’re mine.” Pressing your heel into his back. Dragging it up his shoulder blade. The visible shiver of Sukuna's body makes your pussy quiver.

"Re-phase that lack bit and I'll let you fuck me how you want to. For being a good boy and not starting a fight." He groans. Praise is something he never knew he craves so much. But when he acted right and you him how amazing he feels.

It gets him off more than anything else. As he takes pride in fucking you, stupid. The strict instructions you give dwindle to plead for more after the third orgasm. He had spoiled you more than the sugar baby he replaced.

Remind Sukuna, "You handled that other drunken son of whatever ceo very well and I'm proud of you Suka." His jaw clenches at the nickname. Sinking his teeth till you cry. Tensing your thighs around his head. While he digs his nails into your other thigh.

Roughly squeezing as he moves your other leg over your shoulder. The sharp, tingly pain shoots up to your pussy. Which Sukuna kisses soon after. Sucking on your pussy through your panties. Licking your clit, before lightly dragging his teeth.

Whimper at the thought of Sukuna biting down on your pussy. Pressing your legs forward, your heels resting on top of his shoulders. He slips out from underneath your dress.

Folding you in two on the sofa, while bunching your dress around your hips. Sukuna does his best to make you feel smaller. Using his bulky height, as he buries his face in your neck, mumbling,

"I'm yours, I'm your..." His voice drops lower, "good boy." His cheeks are burning while it rolls off his tongue. He bites down on your neck to hear your cries. Trailing soft kisses along your neck towards your collarbone.

Grabbing the low neckline of your off-shoulder gown he rips it. Yanking it down to show your breasts. Pulling away to stare at your breasts in admiration. To have you bent up, flustered, tipsy and needy beneath him is something he had been thinking about all night.

Ever since Sukuna watched you get ready he has been wanting to ruin you. Dipping his head, sucking your nipple into your mouth. While ripping your panties off, sinking two fingers past your lips roughly.

Smirking as you gasp, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling. The pain of you tugging on his hair and your heels pressing into his back is making his cock throb. His own nakedness in the face of your clothes makes him too vulnerable.

Early you made him strip the moment you stepped. Through the door. Then decided on another glass. After you had teased him the entire ride by having him jerk off. But refusing to let him cum. While your moans filled the care, encouraging him to cum. Despite the command, you've given him.

You took your sweet time drinking another glass of wine. While he undressed you with his eyes. All too eager for you to finish his glass and give him the attention he has been craving all night.

He sinks his teeth into your tit. Pumping his fingers faster, massaging your sweet spot, the louder you whine. While he flicks his tongue on your nipple. Slowly he pulls away, scraping his teeth along your soft skin.

Till your tit slips out with a soft pop. He kisses your nipple before telling you, "I want to bite you all over, fondle your soft body ma. Mark your neck, and let everyone know you're taken care of. Before I have you squirt on my cock. I'm the only one who knows how to make your pussy squirt." Dipping his head down biting down on the back of your thigh.

Tensing, squirming, then becoming tense again. Sukuna lets go and moans, "Your squishy thighs are so biteable, I can't help it. Hmmm sexy mama you're dripping. Are you going to cum already?" You're embarrassingly close to cumming. After months of getting to know each other physically, Sukuna knows you too well.

Smirking and remind him, "You still can't cum until I tell you to do. Make me squirt first, then you can stuff me full. Your sensitive, fat cock can hold on till then right?" Creaming on his fingers as Sukuna says,

"How is that a challenge when you're already cumming so quickly from just my fingers, sexy mama."

✑ m.list

[elvisabutler]

1K fluff prompt 7 based on your Selkie AU since they are big on smelling like home/the sea/each other

sea dog

fandom: elvis presley | elvis ( 2022 ) rating: t pairing: elvis presley x female reader wordcount: 1393 warnings: mentions of seal skin. me playing fast and loose with selkie myth. jerry is a werewolf. mention of gambling. this is actually tame so i don't have too many warnings. author’s note: thank you for this anon! i don't know if you're the same anon who sent the angst prompt as well for the selkie au but know i'm working on that as well. just taking a bit longer because a certain @prompted-wordsmith helped me brainstorm/get out of my head a little with it so it might be a bit longer than the rest. it should be worth it. but anyway, super enjoyed this and loved writing it so i hope you enjoy it too! this is done for my 1k gala, based on fluff line “mmmh, you always smell amazing!” this is based on/in the same universe as the selkie au i wrote. not required to read it but it makes things make a lot more sense. y'all know the drill, real elvis or austin elvis works fine for this despite the moodboard.

The funny thing about being friends with a werewolf is that they have one of the best senses of smell out of all supernatural creatures and yet- and yet they're also the most easily fooled. Elvis likes to think that's why he never picked up on you smelling like his skin, smelling like the ocean breeze when you were in Las Vegas of all places. If you were gonna smell like anything it should have been Lake Mead. Jerry's excuse, bless him, was that he thought you were another selkie because your scent had been just different enough from Elvis's own still faintly there scent that he wasn't sure. Besides with how you two had danced around and slowly fallen for each other he- he didn't want to ruin that. He hadn't wanted to ruin the relationship he felt that you and Elvis had started to cultivate.

Call him a sucker for epic little romances. Still, nowadays he can tell the difference, tell how without Elvis's skin you don't smell like the sea. You don't smell like an Ocean breeze or anything like that. You smell like a normal human to him. A fact that Elvis disagrees with every time he wants Jerry to make sure things are normal with you when the two of you have to be seperated.

"Whatdya mean ya can't fuckin', Schilling, you got one damn job-" Elvis growls over the phone only to be cut off by Jerry answering with a growl of his own.

"I'm saying it's faint, Elvis. She's still here, but she's probably spending time in her old room, not the penthouse suite. I know you're made she couldn't come-"

"Damn right I am. We get outta Vegas, ain't trapped on dry land and she tells me she'll meet me in Paris? Like I'm supposed t' enjoy London all by myself. Next thing I know I'll be in Venice all alone too. Want t'enjoy Europe wit' her, not alone." Elvis's growl only gets stronger the more he speaks and by the end he's practically barking over the phone. Jerry shoots you a look as he holds the phone away from his ear and rolls his eyes.

"You know she's busy. You love her-" Jerry starts with a sigh before Elvis cuts him off again.

"She doesn't need to still be doin' it and she knows it! She knows I can- I wanna- I gotta treat my seal wife the way she deserves." You frown listening to the way Elvis talks, how it feels like the winds are leaving his sails. "Jus'- jus' feelin' lonely, Jer."

It's then that you almost spill the beans. It's then that you almost spill the beans and take the phone from Jerry and tell Elvis you're going to be in London tomorrow night but that would ruin the surprise so you bite your tongue and watch as Jerry shakes his head.

"I know, EP. She'll be with you in a few days, just- enjoy London, man. It's your first time there performing and for fun. Live a little." He spares a glance at you, noting how you make a face at live a little as he looks at the time. "Shit- I made plans. Listen, I catch her scent again I'll call ya."

Elvis's only response before he hangs up the phone is a subtle yeah yeah. Jerry looks at you once he hangs up and rubs at his temples. "You two are such a pain in my ass."

You shrug, grabbing the last of your stuff to shove into your bag. "At this point Jerry, I think the feeling is mutual with all three of us." You take a moment to sit on the suitcase and motion for Jerry to zip it up. "Help me out, sooner this gets done the sooner I'm out of your fluffy fur and into his fluffy hair."

The flight is exhausting and the next time you reserve the right to ask Elvis to just send the Lisa Marie to pick you up, damn the surprise entirely. It has already been arranged for you to be allowed access to Elvis's room at the hotel he's in purely because you knew you'd likely arrive during a show. From the moment you walk inside the building your own human nose catches a whiff of the sea that's unique to Elvis and a tension you didn't know was inside of you lessens its grip.

The scent only gets stronger until you reach his room and open it to smell what you've come to define as heaven. If you shut your eyes you can pretend you're on the beaches in Hawai‘i with his arms wrapped around you as you watch the sunset. It's a romantic image and one you find yourself pining for as if he's not your boyfriend. As if to him you're already a wife he just has to convince you to say yes to him, to legally bind yourself to him. Still, you miss him and the jet lag combined with that pining sort of feeling inside your chest has to flopping on the bed and passing out before you know it.

You wake up to warmth against you. Warmth and Elvis practically nuzzling your neck, ignoring how sweaty he is and how gross you probably are from your flight. It takes a moment for your senses to return to you but when they do you're struck by how he smells, how it makes you feel like wherever you are is home. Elvis's voice is a mumble against your skin as you turn over to face him, watching as he goes back to kissing and nuzzling your neck. "Smell so good- Missed this- Smell so amazin'. Always fuckin'-"

A giggle leaves your lips before you pull him up for a kiss, ignoring the sweat and the disgust of the grime you feel between you two. "Could say the same for you. Always smell so amazing. Clothes don't compare to-"

There's a glint in his eyes when he pulls away just slightly. "Ya been smellin' my clothes. Been gone for less than a week and ya smellin' my clothes." He teases before nuzzling at your neck again. "Nice surprise ya givin' me here, comin' early. Coulda told me."

"And miss waking up to this? To you acting like a happy wittle seal?" Your own tone is teasing but you mean no malice in it as your hand moves to run through his hair. "I finished early, missed my seal. Figured you deserved to see all this with me."

"Ya stayin' the whole tour?" His eyes widen, because at best you were supposed to stay for three cities, maybe a week at best not- not the whole tour. "Ya ain't- Ya ain't lyin'?"

"Wouldn't dream of it." Your answer is simple enough but has Elvis barking out a laugh that you only hear him let out as a seal as you grin when he pulls you up out of the bed and picks you up into a hug.

"I get to travel the world wit' ya. Get t'go swimmin' ev'ywhere with ya. Fuckin'-" His hands travel to the sides of your face as he pulls you in for a kiss. "Ain't gonna be able to tell our scents apart. Gonna feel at home every second."

You bite your lip a little. "That's kind of the point, Elvis. Can't have you getting another seal wife when you've got me."

For a moment he looks hurt until he realizes how your eyes are still smiling. You're joking and he swears in that moment more than any other one he's felt with you he realizes he's in love with you. Not because of any supernatural bullshit, but because you're you, the woman who managed to charm him with matching dresses to his jumpsuits and who got him back his life. He tilts his head slightly before pulling away, grabbing your hand as he does. He hums as he pulls you to the bathroom. "The European girls ain't got nothin' on ya. 'Sides, they ain't as much fun in the shower. Gonna join me?"

Your free hand moves to start undressing yourself as you allow yourself to be pulled. "As long as you don't try and shift. You're a bit of a handful as a seal."

"That was one goddamn time!"

[phantasmaw]

🌼🌸 anon here to make your day a bit sweeter !! you're an amazing person and i hope you've had an amazing start of the week. now, onto some nosy questions: where do you get your inspiration for your character(s) from? are there specific types of medias that have influenced the way you write or maybe even specific writers (maybe even from the rpc)? anyways, i hope your week continues to be sweet and amazing because the best of the best is what you deserve, dear friend !!

Hello sweet anon! Thank you so much for including me in your rounds, it really made my day when I saw this in my inbox! So sorry it took me a while to get around to answering it ;w;

Man I have SO many sources of inspiration where do I even begin!!! A major recent source of inspiration has been The Locked Tomb series-- I could gush about it for hours and hours and hours. I'm so enthralled with and encouraged by Tamsyn Muir's style of worldbuilding and the strong, unmistakable voices each of her characters has and how out there the whole plot is, yet it's still so adored by so many readers. It motivates me to keep working on my own canons and writing commissions despite them perhaps not being the most 'maintstream' ideas! I also always get into the writing mood when I listen to anything by World's End Girlfriend. He has absolute astounding musical talent and skill, I feel like I'm falling into an entirely new world every time I listen to any of his songs, no matter how often I may have already heard said song. I haven't been getting much inspiration from things I've been watching, but Guillermo del Toro's movies never fail to reignite my passion for crafting odd, eerie little things that can still be comforting and homey for the right audience.

In terms of influence on my writing, I'd say for sure authors such as the aforementioned Tamsyn Muir have helped me better grasp how to put readers into a world where the world building happens naturally through characters that don't just exposition dump via conversation or thoughts. I've been reading Heaven Official's Blessing as well, and MXTX's style of episodic character-focused plot and action has also really influenced how I've started to approach writing non-linearly for linear stories and treating my writing commissions as though I'm writing episodes; that way I don't get bogged down feeling like I need to write everything in order. I also adore how MXTX writes pining-- I'm such a sucker for it already but the depth she gives it makes me want to dig even deeper with my own muses' vulnerabilities and wants.

As for people, lord alive I could rattle off a shopping list! There are so many mutuals I have that I either talk to every day and have super in-depth character relationships written out, or I'm just starting to write with them, or we chat every often and admire each other's threads and asks while working on starting our own-- and all of them make me SO excited to write! I'll go ahead and tag some to let them know how loved and appreciated they and their writing are to me (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

@tenkoseiensei / @deathmcth / @victeux / @sangdelune | @theircurse / @jardinae / @hxroccmplex / @chaoscrawls / @nvrcmplt / @suender | @saviata / @nulltune / @azurescaled / @zorkaya / @s-talking / @natterghast / @laplacemail / @precognitor / @mcnstros / @illholy / @aaternum | @emvry / @lunaetis / honestly if we're mutuals know I've been reading your stuff and I'm so AAAAA over it!

[inknopewetrust]

i read ur post. im so sorry that life hasn’t been treating u as well as u deserve and im sorry that tumblr isnt as kind of a place as one would imagine. as a reader myself, i think i found it very hard to understand why a lot of writers were complaining about not getting enough reblogs? and hear me out, i really dont want to offend anyone. but i didnt get it. ive had a tumblr for +10 years now, and ive only just now found myself on the “fan fic side” of it. and idk, i think i was very naïve to think that “oh well but getting 5 reblogs must be as good as anything?? like 5 people liking it enough to reblog it is insane??” but then i put up my own fic about a week ago i think?? and i got like 60 notes?? which i still think is a good amount, but it also very much put be in a place of “oh well maybe im just not a good writer or creative enough” so much so that im not sure ill ever release something again??

i didnt mean for this to get this long, but yeah idk what im trying to say with this?? im sorry for being naïve and not getting others feelings and idk i kind of hope that it will give u the tiniest bit of consolence as to why people seem a bit lazy sometimes?? that it is more out of not understanding rather than that they do not appreciate ur work?? and also this was not to say that i didnt understand why u have to reblog to support, but more of a “readers may not always understand that 5 reblogs for something u used 1 month on writing isnt always enough”

im not sure if my message is clear?? nonetheless i just wanted to say that im very much in love with everything u write and still reread all ur work from time to time. im so happy i stumbled upon ur tumblr bc its helped me greatly on days where i needed it. take a break as long as u want, and even if u dont want to come back - just know that u have blessed us with so amazing stories that will be my faves till the end of time. i can very much see ur dreams of screenwriting coming true!! take care of urself and im so sorry that this turned so long??

- e 💖

Don’t apologize! I’ve been on here for about 8 years and didn’t get it at first either. It’s a learning experience for sure. I think a lot about the notes on fics also depend on the fandom.

Im very lucky and grateful for all the love and I don’t mean that to come off snotty or bitchy in anyway—it’s just very easy to compare yourself to other writers and see their success as perfect and yours as less than.

And I don’t think it’s necessarily a reader problem, but a content problem. We consume so much and don’t realize there are people on the other side. People looking for support and validation that isn’t always given. And I’ve been a silent reader before and regret it so much. But I’ve been trying to remedy that with fic recs and my own reblogs.

Thank you so much. I am certain something will spark interest in the future—heck, maybe it will be a show coming out soon or a movie in the next month. You never know, right?

[onwriting-hrarby]

Hi hope you’ve been doing well !

I still can’t get over this last chapter I love this story so much , I cried over it

I don’t know what to say definitely gonna reread this story again sometime it’s literally been a whole journey and it was worth it that ending and the fact that u had it in mind since the beginning is just amazing, I wanna know ur thinking and writing process during that last scene , the protest and the birth scene playing simultaneously and the way u wrote it was just perfect , how u captured all that chaos , I was literally on the edge of my seat reading it ur writing making me feel many emotions all at once I don’t know how u do that

I started reading this story mainly for EM not really thinking much since it was the first work of urs that I stumbled upon but I was wrong , the way u treat various subjects , how u did every single character justice and wrote about their struggles , if I could write an essay about this masterpiece of a story and how it deserves all the recognition i totally would but this is when I curse my limited English vocabulary, also the fact that u have such dedication and how every time u deliver a 20 pages chapter for each update with the outmost of perfection is worth talking about , no wonder this process must have been stressful , yet u still outdid ur self every time and wrote the best ending for this story can’t imagine it any other way .

I’m so glad that I stumbled upon RJ it’s been a long time and I can’t believe that it’s over ,this story left me with a book hangover and a void I don’t know how to fill , nonetheless I’m glad I found it and even though we won’t get new updates anymore who knows it might be ur novel that I read next in which I wish you the best of luck with and for ur original writing as well , I know it will be outstanding and I will definitely read it if u choose to share it with us , u deserve all the recognition , success and happiness in the world , I can’t thank you enough for your contribution and for choosing EM out of all the fandoms in the world to bless with ur mesmerizing writing and presence, thank you so much dear , and take care of yourself 💜

:')))))) Thank you SO MUCH for commenting and coming to my inbox!

About the ending, I'm actually thinking of doing a post about how I conceived it! Because I had it thought in the beginning and the last sentence changed over time, I think it would be interesting to talk about it, but at the same time I don't want to give a lot away because I really like the idea of how I did it hehehe I'll just talk, in the post, about how I came to the ending and decided to change the sentence, but for you: everything in the ending was pointed out to make you breathless as a reader, so it was important to maintain the rhythm, hence I relied a lot on the different chunks and sizes of the paragraphs. The last chapter has four parts: the Eren/Mikasa resolution, Levi/Erwin breakfast, Friends gathering/Deciding what to do, Protest/Birth. In those four parts, only the first two are "traditional" narrative. The third relies on the bodies and the plurals, and the fourth relies on the difference of rhythm... (Well, maybe I'll do a post, yes!).

...I am almost tearful about what you say in delivering pages and following the story through. It's been stressful sometimes, but god, I absolutely love writing. And there was also a sense of reward every time I got a comment. So I didn't write for the reader, but I definitely knew that even if I got one comment or one kudo more I would be happy. If I didn't, I would have been happy anyways—some chapters more than others, because I'm prouder of some of them—but I think the beautiful thing about fanfiction is interaction, so whenever I felt strained, I decided to keep on pushing.

BOOK HANGOVER??????? that's... amaziinngggg! if you want to read a very good book, give "Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow" by Gabrielle Zevin a try. I have not felt that compelled by a book in a LONG time!

Thank you for the great well-wishes :') I am floored by your comment. I love it. Thank you, and you take care of yourself too!

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

For the Stephen Strange x Female Reader prompt: how about a cute fluffy little thingie where the question comes up whether Cloakie ever needs to get into the washing machine?

I hope you find this cute & fluffy, Nonny. Thank you for the prompt, it feels good to stretch my writing muscles, and I'm hoping it helps get me in the writing groove again!

pairing: Stephen Strange x Female Reader, established relationship

characters: Stephen Strange, Reader/Y/N (also a practitioner of the Mystic Arts), Cloak of Levitation

rating: general audience, fluff with undertones of mutual longing

word count: 1.5K

You had left Stephen to sleep in this morning. As happy as you were to have him safely home at last (and having proved both your relief and delight to him three times in all, throughout the very delicious, velvet dark of night) you had awakened to watch him sleeping peacefully (his battle wounds already on the mend from the healing spells you’d cast when he finally stumbled through the portal from Crete), and had resolved to make him take some much deserved downtime for at least a day or two.

And so, you had silently slipped from his bed, loathe to leave his warmth behind, but fully intent upon spoiling him rotten in even the most mundane ways. Sorcerer Supreme he may be and a heroic, selfless servant to humanity, but he was still a flesh and blood man, and he deserved every ounce of the love and attention you planned to lavish upon him. You soon had his favorite, non-magical, breakfast foods prepared and left warming in the oven for once he was awake.

Next, you had gathered his discarded, slightly bloodied but heavily battle-singed tunic and leggings from the bathroom floor (where they’d fallen when you’d peeled them off of him the night before) for a thorough laundering, and once they were clean and dry, you worked the restoration spell yourself, instilling each magical stitch with protective charms and all the love that bloomed anew within your heart each day you were blessed enough to call yourself his woman. Though Cloak was in obvious need of a good washing too, it had flitted off the very moment that Stephen had let himself sag into your arms, and you hadn’t seen a flash of it since. You decided to track it down later, determined to relieve its Master of that chore as well.

Tiptoeing into his bed chamber, you found that Stephen had flipped onto his stomach, his arms tucked beneath his pillow and the sheet nestled around his waist—so that you went all soft inside, biting your lip against a longing sigh at the sight of his warm, inviting flesh. His broad shoulders that carried so many thankless responsibilities. His perfectly toned expanse of back, marked here and there with battle scars, which ever drew your loving attention, as though you would give him the sweetest, most gentle gratitude, which an unknowing world owed him for the protection he provided it. Aye me, you thought; the lover’s sigh of Juliet often came to mind when you looked upon his beautiful form, amazed in knowing that his heart belonged to you as much as yours did to him.

“I can feel you watching me,” he mumbled into his pillow, his sleepy voice so rich and deep that a thrill ran through you and settled in your solar plexus. You had to tighten your grip on the laundry basket, defying the sudden urge to jump his bones.

“I wasn’t sure if you were awake yet,” you tried to reason, blushing as much from the fib as from the spark of desire he had conjured without even trying. “I didn’t want to disturb you, darling…”

Stephen gave a sinful sounding groan, and with some effort and a wince or two, turned onto his back. Obviously, he was still feeling the effects of his struggle to cast a trio of immature Lamias back into the Shadow dimension from whence they had escaped; likely he needed another rubdown with the charmed salve you had treated his muscles with last night. “I was hoping you had every intention of disturbing me, honey,” he replied, smirking wickedly and patting the mattress beside him.

“Stephen,” you tutted, setting the basket with his clean robes on the foot of the bed. “You needed your rest, and…well…” you shrugged, looking away from the warmth of his gaze, trying to maintain a semblance of decorum, “…so I decided to…putter…”

His smirk grew into his trademark, shit-eating grin. “Putter?” he chuckled, “Pray tell, my saucy sorceress, how exactly did you putter?”

When he looked at you this way, it got harder and harder to concentrate on whatever task was at hand, let alone expressing yourself cogently. You knew for a fact that Stephen enjoyed how flustered you got when he turned on the charm, and how easily you turned to putty in his hands. You squared your shoulders, trying your best to keep your cool. “I’ve got breakfast keeping warm in the oven, and…I took care of your laundry…”

“You didn’t need to do that, honey,” he replied softly, sitting up and patting the bed again, looking touched by that modest tender of your affection. “I don’t expect you to take care of me that way, sweetheart.” Stephen reached his hand out to you, the heat of the moment quietly banking, as a sort of wonder filled his gentle blue eyes.

Of course, that was enough for you to take a seat and slip your hand into his. “I know you don’t, but…but I like taking care of you, darling. It makes me happy. And since I can’t be with you when you go into those…dangerous situations…” Tears prickled your eyes, but you blinked them back, remaining as resolute as ever to keep him from seeing how much you worried about him when you couldn’t be there to protect him even a little. “Since I can’t help you fight your battles, the least I can do is make your life…comfortable, and…well, worry free.”

He raised your hand to kiss your knuckles. “You already make coming home the best part of any day, honey. Which is the surest motivation for me to give whatever enemy I’ve gotta face, a swift and mighty kick in the ass.”

Though you rolled your eyes, you allowed yourself to take his loving assertion to heart, then leaned in to brush your lips to his, lingering as you asked, “So, um…you ready for some brunch?”

“Not until you’ve given me a proper good morning kiss,” he husked, and cupped your jawline in his free hand. At his prompting, you parted your lips, allowing Stephen to deepen your connection, well beyond what anyone would consider ‘proper’. You hummed contently when he finally released you, and then opened your eyes to catch him grinning as he teased you, “Yup- I’m definitely…famished…now.”

You gave a little shiver at the innuendo, considering it a promise of later satisfactions, and stood up to hang his sorcerer’s kit in the closet and put away the rest of his clean clothing. Stephen slid out of bed, clad in his comfiest pajama bottoms, and pulled a well-worn, gray cotton tee over his head. You caught a flash of red out of the corner of your eye, as Cloak ducked its collar just inside the doorway. Noting your attention, it zipped away, leaving only a swirl of air in it’s wake, while you called after it, “Hey! I was looking for you this morning. You’re due for a good wash up before you leave the Sanctum again.”

Stephen came up behind you and planted a kiss just beneath your ear, while sliding both arms around you. “Yeah, not a good idea, sweetheart,” rocking you gently, “Unless you’ve got a degree in cat-herding I don’t know about…”

“I’m sorry- what?”

His breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck as he chuckled, and you felt his amusement in the soothing vibrations of his chest against your back. “I discovered early on that Cloak prefers to see to its own…maintenance. Except when it’s experienced some kind of physical damage that requires magic—or a tailor—to repair…”

“Seriously?” You wondered for a moment if your boyfriend was teasing you again.

“Absolutely,” he assured you, “For some reason I haven’t been able to decipher—since it’s an open book about everything else—Cloak is a creature of privacy when it comes to…bathing.”

You had to giggle at that. “And I suppose it prefers to shower when you’re not around?”

“God, no,” he laughed, urging you into the hallway and on the way to the third-floor kitchen, where brunch awaited, “Once we’re out of the way, Cloak is gonna indulge in a good, long soak in my bathtub. So, we need to steer clear of my chambers for, um…about an hour…”

You smacked his shoulder lightly, “Now you are teasing me!”

“I most certainly am not.” Stephen crossed in front of you, backpedaling on his bare feet, “You didn’t really think those lavender and sage bath salts were mine, did you?” His eyes glittered with good humor. “Now c’mon—I’ll race you to the kitchen. Loser does the dishes.” With that he was off, his long legs taking two stairs down at a time, while you didn’t even try to catch up—your mind pleasantly occupied with wondering what cozy nook the two of you might find to while away the time in, until Cloak’s ablutions were through.

My Doctor Strange Master List

Thank you to @englishable, who suggested that trying to wash the Cloak of Levitation might be very like trying to give a cat a bath.

[just-dreaming-marvel]

My Queen

MAIN MASTERLIST

Tony Stark x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,240ish

Summary: heyy, could I request a fem reader x tony stark very fluff, he loves her a lot and is a softie with her and treats her as a queen, please? / Can I made a request a maybe relaxing time with Tony?Maybe sitting in the sofa, watching tv and cuddle time. Something like that.

Warnings: mentions of making love and bathing each other

Notes: I hope that this is good and fluffy for you. (AND YES, I’M STILL ON BREAK. I HAD SOME INSPIRATION AND DECIDED TO BE KIND AND POST THIS FOR Y’ALL.)

TAGLIST INFORMATION

“Tony,” you whined, trying not to make it annoying. You stood in the doorway of his lab, wrapped up in a blanket. “Tony.”

“What is it, honey?” He responded, still fully focused on his project in front of him.

“I want cuddles.”

He couldn’t help but laugh lightly as he put his stuff down and faced you. “You want cuddles?” His arms crossed over his chest.

“Yes,” you pouted. “Please?” There was nothing really calling for cuddles. Nothing went wrong, you were feeling okay. You just wanted to be close to your boyfriend.

Tony laughed as his arms spread and he beckoned you to him. “Come here, babe.”

“Yay!” 

You rushed over and practically jumped into Tony’s lap. Your arms snaked around his waist as your face buried into his neck. An almost involuntary sigh passed your lips as he held you close.

“Better?” He wondered.

“Much.”

He kissed the side of your head. “Good. Would you like to go up and do this more in the bedroom?” You answered with a nod. “Okay.” Tony easily maneuvered you so that he was carrying you bridal style.

“I can walk, Tony,” you giggled.

“Oh no,” he shook his head. “If you want cuddles today, then you will get cuddles and be treated like the queen you are.”

All you could do was smile at his words. You relaxed in his hold and allowed him to carrying you up to your shared bedroom. He laid you down on the bed. As you went to pull him next to you, he pulled away, causing you to pout.

“Oh please don’t look at me like that,” Tony said. “I’m just going to run and get a few things. I promise I won’t be long.”

You pursed your lips and nodded, willingly letting him go. You didn’t know what he needed to get. But you knew that he would be quick if he knew what was good for him. You cuddled into the blanket around you and brought Tony’s pillow up to you. You had slightly drifted off when Tony finally came back.

“Okay, okay,” he announced his presence. “I grabbed all your favorite treats and snacks.” He began to set things out on the top of your dresser. “I grabbed water and your favorite drinks. FRIDAY has loaded up your favorite movie and tv shows up on the tv. Oh, and I have the menu’s to our favorite restaurants so that we don’t have to leave the bed all day.”

“I love you,” you smiled at him.

“I know,” he shrugged it off playfully. “But I’m not done.” Tony rushed into the bathroom. You could hear him digging through somethings before coming back out. “Your favorite lotions so that I can give your feet and hands a massage.”

You moaned. “That sounds great. Can you, uh… can you massage my feet right now, actually?”

“Yes.” He came over and sat down beside your feet.

“FRIDAY, turn on my favorite movie.”

“Of course, Miss,” the AI responded as Tony put lotion on one of your feet and began to massage.

You let out a sultry moan, closing your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“You’re going to have to watch those sounds of yours, Y/N,” Tony scolded, teasingly. “Or I’m going to have to treat you like a Queen in a different way.”

“We can do that later,” you smirked, peeking one eye open to look at him. “Especially if you keep doing this.”

Tony massaged both your feet, taking his time and being gentle, before moving onto your hands. While he did your hands, he would pepper kisses on them and up your arms. He fed you the snacks he had brought in and kept you hydrated. You felt so blessed. All you wanted was cuddles and Tony had decided to completely throw his scheduled day out and treat you like a queen. How he kept making you fall more in love with him, you’ll never quite understand it. You fell asleep while Tony was washing his hands from the lotion. He smiled as he crawled in beside you and pulled you on top of him. He kissed your cheek as his held you there.

When you had come asking for cuddles, there was no way that Tony was going to say no. You were so cute and he had realized that he hadn’t had a lazy day with you in a long time. He also realized that you deserved to be pampered after constantly having to put up with him. As he held you close, he made a mental note to do this more often.

Tony briefly fell asleep, still waking up before you. He told FRIDAY what food to order as he still held a sleeping you on top of him. Happy was the one to bring the food up and quickly left before you even noticed.

“Y/N,” Tony called gently. “Sweetheart, food’s here.” You groaned. “Again, you got to stop making sounds like that. Cause you’re just asking for trouble.”

“Yeah?” You mumbled. “Maybe I want some trouble.” Barely moving from your spot you began kissing Tony’s neck. He squirmed from underneath you. “You okay there, honey?”

“Oh you little minx.” Tony quickly flipped you under him. 

“I thought that I was a queen?”

“You can’t be both?”

~~~

After a good, long, love making session, Tony started a bath for the two of you. He lit some candles and dimmed the lights to create a romantic atmosphere. Then he carried you over to the tub, setting both of you down in it. Tony helped you get comfortable against him, allowing you to fully relax. Especially since you let him have his way with you.

“Your so beautiful,” he whispered against your wet skin. “How did I get so lucky?”

“I should be asking you that,” you replied. “You’ve been so good to me all day.”

“You deserve it. You have to put up with me and my antics all the time.”

Tony and you worked together to carefully wash each other. Each pressing tender kisses over the others skin. Tony left the bath first, drying himself off and wrapping the towel around his waist before helping you. He dried you off and helped you into a silky night gown, before taking care of himself. You two sat on your bed and ate the food Happy had brought while watching some crappy reality tv.

“How come the Avengers don’t have a reality tv show?” You wondered.

“It’s come up in meetings a few times, but I keep saying no,” Tony responded.

“Why?”

“Because those people are so fake and the paparazzi just tears their whole lives to shreds.”

“Don’t they already do that do you all?”

“Yes. But right now it’s on my terms. If we did a reality tv show, then it wouldn’t and I wouldn’t be able to protect you as well as I wish to. I hate it when the press says awful things about you, I wouldn’t be able to stop it all if it was all out there like that.”

You cupped his cheek. “You’re so sweet. I love you so much.”

“Not as much as I love you, my queen.” He eagerly kissed you.

“My queen?” You repeated softly as you parted for a brief second. “I think I like the sound of that.”

“Good. Because I’ve already had FRIDAY change your contact name. It’s staying.”

[willowedwisteria]

i know that i should be saying this to pink but after what shes been through i ought to give her some space since shes got a busy life but like-

so i decided to uh look for her source of inspo which is you-

can we talk about the many achievements she did during her time in tumblr like how she singlehandedly manage to revive the cookie run fandom with her SACRK AU

how she manage to get popular writers look at her genshin works on her previous account

how she made fanart and submitted them to you despite her artstyle not being on the anime side which the hate anons like to shit on

how her quotev story breaks the norms of the genshin quotev cliche stories by getting your villain darling au to quotev cause she wasnt comfortable writing a long story on tumblr

and dont forget her latest work of having her only pokemon post at the top of the pokemon x reader page that one time

and of course her biggest achievement...

her sending you the ask that birthed the villain au when she was an anon.

like i said, i know i should be saying this to pink, but given her posts about how she was not going to write anymore HERE due to feeling like a 9-5 worker and the hate anons shes been having months and even on her previous blogs, i was surprised that despite all that, she still hadnt given up on writing completely. and i thought, wow, wisteria mustve have motivated pink that much despite being younger than her.

but this also should be a lesson to everyone else >:(((

you shouldnt treat writers like they're just workers in a retail shop! they're writers that have a passion on making imaginations come true! not only that, they have lives outside of tumblr.

if they say they're going to delay/go on a hiatus/etc, be understanding! dont demand for more content when they got 100+ asks in their inbox! dont rush them when some of them have school and college to deal with!

thank you for coming to my ted talk and im sorry for clogging your inbox

-long time lurker anon am sorry

Oh my gosh, I genuinely cried reading this.

@byulla-ponk <3

I have a few things I wanted to say about each paragraph.

1. I'm glad you're thinking about her space and probably the ridiculous amounts of asks that are in her inbox. I'm grateful to people like you and I'm sure there are many out there who feel the same way.

2. I'm very happy and even proud of Byu-byu's (Pink's) achievements. She was very aware of what she was writing, she knew when to stop the moment CRK started getting involved with NFTs. Reviving the CRK fandom in Tumblr isn't an easy task and I'm so happy about her getting the attention she deserves.

3. Normally, as a writer myself, I don't actually read much. The fact that other writers actually read Pink's works is an amazing feat on its own, not to mention that I wouldn't be surprised if someone mentioned that they were inspired by Pink.

4. I was always happy to receive fanart and I personally have no right to judge someone's art style because I don't draw myself and I have no idea how to. Plus, every artist has their own style. Even if it isn't too appealing to the eye, everyone can still appreciate art.

5. I was definitely surprised to find out that someone went all the way to quotev and STILL CREDITED AND MENTIONED THAT THEY WERE INSPIRED BY ME. It wouldn't a shocker to me if anyone just took my ideas without crediting me at all, especially on another website.

6. Having your works at the top of a page is certainly remarkable. I know this might sound weird coming from someone who is younger than Pink, but I knew she had potential and, with practice, she could be an amazing writer.

7. Her biggest achievement, her sending me the ask that lead to the creation of what's now the most, if not, one of the most popular AUs in the SAGAU genshin plot hole. It might have been ultimately a misinterpretation on my side, but it was a blessing in disguise.

8. I understand and I'm extremely grateful for Pink's sake that there are anons and fans out there caring for her wellbeing. According to Pink, she's currently focusing on real-life things. I was surprised about her not giving up, but I would totally understand if she decided to go on a hiatus due to the unreasonable hate being thrown at her.

As a fellow writer and Pink's inspiration, I feel like I should look out for her and understand the pressure she might be going through. My encouragement can't compare to how resilient she has been facing against hate anons.

MASSIVE NOTE: If I give you motivation, that doesn't sum up to a reason why you shouldn't quit doing a specific action if you genuinely are tired of it or you just don't like it. Just because I might be your main source of joy and inspiration, that does not mean you shouldn't quit writing when I offer you encouragement IF WRITING IS TAKING A TOLL ON YOUR MENTAL HEALTH, WELL BEING, AND ENERGY.

In my humble opinion, treat writers as human. Some writers will always have this feeling that they should always write out whatever someone had requested to them. Please be considerate about what kind of updates they've been giving, their rules and regulations, your attitude towards the writers, and their mental health.

Thank you anon for sending this ask to me.

-Wisteria