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hwaitham · 5 months

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𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𓈒 ˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚

al haitham x f!reader . nsfw — mdni . established relationship ﾉ dry humping ﾉ foreplay heavy ﾉ praise ﾉ finger sucking ,, :3c ﾉ cervix fucking + creampies ﾉ petnames [ darling + baby + sweet girl + princess ] ﾉ clit kissies ﾉ haithie is only a teensie bit teasing n' supa dupa sweet ᰔᩚ disclaimer tht this is a rewrite + repost frm m old blog ! !

“you’ll never hear the end of it if kaveh catches you with that.”

you paw at the thick book al haitham has laid over the thigh that you aren’t occupying, shying into his neck at the image painted on the cardstock page he’s flipped to— one of a man and woman adorned in fine jewelry, gold silks tumbling off their limbs as they embrace each other in what appears to be a rather compromising position.

you’re not exactly sure what's led your haitham— someone who has rarely ever indulged in the pleasure-oriented faculties of life— to pick up such a text about sex and eroticism as the kama sutra.

regardless, you can't seem to deny that the mere thought of him analyzing the images on each page, fantasizing about you and he bound together in such positions, limbs draped and damp and hot, is enough to coil your insides with anticipation.

“there’s far more to the kama sutra than just… fornication. it’s more so a guide to living well and the nature of love. a whole section is dedicated to finding a life partner—”

“awh, does that mean you’re gonna…?” you giggle, playfully wagging your ring finger in front of his face.

al haitham’s ears tinge red at your insinuation, but he carries on with the faintest of smirks on his lips that he’s trained to remain invisible. at least, invisible to you, “— and there’s another chapter solely demonstrating when and how to commit adultery.”

and just like that— your toothy smile turns to a frown, nose twitching as you anxiously toss your hair. “you'd better not be reading that chapter,” you mutter into the warm skin of his neck, lips curving into a weak, half-hearted kiss that you lay over his pulse.

it’s almost amusing to him, the prettiest pout on your lips and brows knitted taut as you try to hide your disappointment from him, turn your head away from his when he attempts to face you. “sweetheart, look at me.”

“no.”

“you child,” he huffs out a sigh, endeared to your petulance. shaking his head, he gently grasps your chin to hold you in place and lays an apologetic kiss atop the apple of your cheek. “i never said i’d be paying that part any mind, did i?”

"still..." bashfully, you pick at the jade of his breastbone, soft voice crackling with nerves that you forcefully keep lodged in your throat.

and al haitham can't deny that it's cute; it's very, very cute when you get like this.

he can't deny his heart leaping and stopping and leaping again until he feels the sweet burn of it at the back of his tongue, the strong pulse jumping into his head and the tips of his fingers and southbound of the waist of his pants.

it beats quickly, quickly, grows untamed.

such intense feelings are perhaps thought by most to be unnatural for someone like himself, but fitting, for someone madly in love.

so, al haitham does what his heart tells him to do— he sets the heavy leather-bound tome aside and leans over you, holding you down against the couch by the handles of your waist. hikes your thigh over his shoulder before lowering his face to the crotch of your panties, skirt pooling flimsily at your hips. “when a woman reproaches a man, but at the same time acts affectionately towards him, she should be made love to in every way,” he quotes from the kama sutra.

the warmth of his breath reaches through the thin cotton and your cunt begins to weep, clenching and oozing out slick in a silent plea for his fingers, his tongue— anything to relieve the weight of desperation that settles heavily on your stomach. and before your hips can involuntarily wiggle against his face in search of respite, al haitham is already tugging your panties to the side to place a sweet, lingering kiss on your clit.

you tremble at the sudden warmth, soft features overcome with a dazed expression as if that alone is enough to knock all the thought out of your pretty little head. “‘h-haitham, what’re you doing…”

“putting theory into practice.”

and then he’s licking up the length of your slit, collecting your sugary slick in the dip of his tongue before letting it dribble past his lips in a mix of saliva onto your swollen clit— giving it another kiss, and another, and then some— until your chest begins to heave with pitchy whispers of his name, candied with a burning behind your eyes from how badly you need more, all of him.

“patience, darling,” lips are replaced with a growing bulge as his face levels to meet your own, sapphire-tinged emerald dancing across your features, from the delicate pinch of your brows to the flex of your neck. al haitham presses into you deeper, your bare and puffy folds moulding to the shape of his cock through his slacks, drenching the fabric with your milky cream. "all in due time, now..."

his crotch catches onto your clit and in an instant, you’re curling your fingers woefully into the linen of his shirt, puffing out hot air against his jaw as you keen sweetly— haithieee, f-feels nice, feels... o-ohh...

oh, what a pretty, tender, needy thing you are— clinging onto his bicep and painting his ivory skin with crescents of red, every slow grind of his clothed cock against your achy cunt drawing another eager, desperate whine from your throat. and you only fall more lightheaded as he nuzzles into your ankle dangling off his shoulder, kissing the bone before making quick work to remove the noisy anklet adorning it, because all he wants, needs to hear are the sounds he coaxes out of you; all the pitchy moans and cute little hums are the most dulcet sounds to grace the earth, he’s absolutely sure of it.

“w-wanna… kiss…”

“what’s that?” he whispers against the inside of your knee, the swell of your breast, the hollow of your clavicle as he travels lipwards— covering every inch except the place you need to feel him most.

“i wanna kiss, haitham! lots 'nd lots 'nd lots...” you throw a tiny fit, and it’s nothing short of adorable when your tongue does a poor job of biting back your impatience. the uneven pout of your lips and the twitch of your nose have his veins aching with such a strong need to dote on you, tend to you until he rids you of the pain of your burning desire and all you’re able to voice is fifty different whimpers of his name. "i want a kiss on my lips, please?"

“oh, but if i kiss you here,” your haitham teases as he runs a thumb over the dainty curve of your mouth, stopping it at the swell of your bottom lip before releasing a strained laugh, chest knotted up with half-pleasure and half-pain, for all he wants to do is kiss and suck and lick and nibble the soft flesh— feed on it, even— and with a generosity wherein you’re ready to offer anything, everything, he’s almost positive you’d let him. “i’m afraid i won’t be able to stop.”

“don’t want you to stop… never ever,” your eyes are hazy with the light of the stars and you’re looking up at him with so much ardour, busying your lips with soft suckles on his thumb while he hastily frees his cock from the confines of his slacks. his gaze stays on you all the while because you look so pretty like this and your words settle in the deepest depths of his soul and he thinks he could just devour you whole.

patience be damned.

“never ever, hm?” he muses, eyes swimming with a shimmery pool of silver mirth. you shiver and twitch under his gentle hold, where he kisses the corner of your parted lips, nosing along your cheek to place another on your brow, a final one against the hot lobe of your ear. his breath fans over your neck as he teases your little cunt open with his leaking tip, and you feel him smirk against your skin when you obediently spread your legs wider to accommodate his size. “you wouldn’t be able to eat or drink anything ever again.”

it’s nearly tragic— the soft, dreamy lulls of your head, the cute whimpers of his name, the saliva that pools and spills around the thumb he pops out of your mouth— he’s barely gotten the flushed head of his cock past your tight ring of muscle and you’re already so complacent, pliable, perfect for him.

“don’t care… s’long as i have you,” you sniffle, fingers grappling weakly at the tufts of platinum and sage that curl around his neck, trying to lean up and bump your nose against his. “please, kiss me?”

and it’s in the way you ask him: with dew clinging to your lashes and a timid quiver to your breath that makes him submit all at once, because what kind of a person would he be to deny his lover when she asks so sweetly?

and just as al haitham’s lips meet yours, he’s reprimanding himself for not giving you a kiss sooner. because on your tongue he tastes the spice carried through the sumeru wind and zaytun peaches and all the fluttering pieces of romantic prose you eat and gosh— al haitham is the furthest thing from a poet— but surely, he doesn’t need any kama sutra to teach him about the love he holds for you in his heart.

he kisses you and kisses you and kisses you some more— smirking against your lips when you sigh happily and melt into the palms that smooth up your waist, moulding and shaping you into the perfect princess of his that you are. “pretty little thing, aren’t you?"

“uh huhhh, wanna be everything for you,” you respond wetly through the spit bubbling at your mouth and the blood that flows straight to your brain as he begins to fuck you languidly with his tip, watching your slick drip and ooze around the red, bulbous head.

he shushes your sobs sweetly, the pads of his thumbs dipping just at the edges of your eyes to collect any tears before they have a chance to be shed. “shhh— f-fuck— s’okay, you’re doin’ so well— doing so well for me. oh you sweet girl.”

you begin to pant against the hollow of his neck as he eases his full length into you, all the ridges and veins decorating his cock that you’ve come to memorize over the past months perfectly snug against the warmth of your delicate walls. his head falls forwards and his forehead bumps against yours, a harsh, erotic groan escaping him when your little cunt begins to squeeze and clench around his cock, sucking him in further, further, all the way until he’s knocking at the sponge of your cervix and his pubic bone is flush against your clit.

your hips jerk at the sharp pulses of pain and pleasure that build in your abdomen as he grinds into your womb— the sweetest, breathiest whines of h-haithie, ‘haitham, s’biiiig flood his brain because he’s deeper than he’s ever been, with the backs of your knees sticky against the bridge of his shoulders and your body quivering under him from how full you feel.

he does all he can to wash away the aching pinpricks in your tummy— slipping a palm between the couch and the back of your head to cradle it, pressing hot kisses to your forehead as he continues drawing his hips back and forth, back and forth, maintaining a steady rhythm with his cockhead as it slides against the sponge of your most sensitive parts.

and he continues fucking into your womb like this, thumb sliding in the thin space between his crotch and your clit to rub sloppy stars on the puffy nub, and— oh, it feels like heaven.

“feels like heaven?” he’s asking, charmed by your guileless wonder as you wrap your arms around his neck and meekly tug his face closer to yours, rubbing your nose against his cheek like a pet endeared to her owner.

"mhmmm, feel you here, haithie… in my tummy,” you giggle in ecstasy, at the thought of his cock twitching wildly in you and his cum filling you up there, hot and sticky and oozing like sweet milk down your thighs— you want it so bad; you want it everywhere— in your womb, dousing your skin and in every crevice, in your brain. to have him mark you with his seed as a physical manifestation of his love makes you think you might cry.

and you do, because you want him— all of him so, so bad.

you sniffle when you feel the tears rush down your face and al haitham can only groan at how overwhelming everything is: the wild pounding of his heart against his ribs and the starry night reflected in your eyes and your walls hugging his cock so tight like it loves it. “h-hey now, ‘m gonna cum if you keep sucking me in like that— o-oh, fuckkk.”

he’s worked you up to that soft, dreamy headspace— where you’re hiccupping on shallow breaths and your bambi eyes are glazed over with honey and the words come tumbling out of your pretty lips before you have a chance to think them through. “cum in me— pretty please, wan’ your cum in my tummy, wan’ it everywhereee—!"

it’s all so much, and it’s all too fast, because it’s only been a short while but your words send a glow of mind-numbing pleasure through his head, down his chest to his cock— and then he’s cumming— thrusts jerky before he plunges into you completely, spurt after spurt of thick white ribbon filling your womb, flushing your limbs full of warmth.

you’re right there with him as the head of his cock twitches and drags over that one spot nestled deep in your cunt and his thumb continues its assault on your clit, gravelly voice spewing sweet nothings into your hair while you mewl for him sweetly.

and it’s so pretty— you’re so pretty when you cry, so pretty when you cum— he tells you as he clears your face of any stray hairs before thumbing your tears away. the next few moments are silent and he takes them to admire you, the heave of your chest as your breath steadies, the almost doll-like pout of your lips, the precious way you suck your cheek in between your molars to defy the flustered grin that forms under the curious gaze of your lover.

“don’t hide from me,” he speaks to your lips as he gently tugs the skin free from between your teeth, the most tender smile gracing his face when you begin to giggle shyly, eyes beaming with starlight and mouth curved up like the most daintiest of petals. “so long as lips shall kiss, and eyes shall see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

another passage from the kama sutra, you presume. the delivery of the line, words thick and dripping affection like ginger molasses would’ve made you swoon if it weren’t for the mere fact that it was al haitham saying them. in a failed attempt to suppress the onslaught of laughter, you suck your bottom lip into your mouth, only for your lover to tut you with a playful roll of his eyes and a shake of his head.

“i... suppose such poetry is unbefitting for me, huh?”

your legs slot under his arms to wrap around his waist more comfortably, heels resting against his back dimples and fingers tracing hearts over the dips and grooves of his biceps. he’s picked it up as one of your habits— something you do when you feel particularly endeared to him. “you should leave the lovey-dovey stuff to me, haithie.”

perhaps you’re right, he tells you through bated breath— perhaps he’s the furthest thing from a poet, a romantic, but there’s no denying how you make him feel like he could compose the greatest love story in all the universe— and it’s silly, he thinks, how madly in love with you he is, how that love defies all sense of logic in his mind.

perhaps al haitham is the furthest thing from a poet, but if you were to tell him he was your world, he would tell you that you’re everything that makes the world good and beautiful and pure. tell him you’d die without him, and he’d tell you that he could still exist without you, but that’s all he’d ever manage to do.

but al haitham is a scholar, not a romantic, and such poetry is unbefitting for him.

right?

my early birthday gift frm me 2 u ^__^ i apologize for it only being a repost ,, i will try my vry best to post a new fic for our haithie over the winter break 🍪🥛 so please cheer me on & look forward to it ! ! !

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yestrday · 3 months

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: ̗̀➛ DRUNK ON ECSTASY ! ft. yan! venti, kaeya, diluc, albedo

In a last-ditch effort to subdue your fiery spirit and finally claim you as his, your dear yandere mixes a little something with your food. different emotions arise, but one thing is clear— you’re soooo much cuter when you’re pawing at his sleeves and crying for him.

+ whew finally got this one out of the drafts!! did this instead of the reflection paper lololol

( yandere behavior, drúgging, aphrodisíacs )

venti does it in a last-effort ditch to break down your walls. don’t blame him, okay! he’s been trying sooo hard these past few months to even put a dent in that thick wall you’ve put up between the two of you. he’s confident in his looks and his charm, and has been exploiting the utmost out of them just to seduce you! but you’re sooo hard-headed, and he’s growing really desperate!

he adores your modesty, really! but the shy and reserved smile you put on when he makes a move on you pains him both physically and mentally. he wants to see all of you, the good ones and the bad ones, and he wants to assure you that he’ll love you no matter what! he wants to see you needy and desperate just like he is, but it looks like you’re trying to control yourself. but no worry though, because venti will make it his mission to set you free of such bothersome restraints.

and well~ ♡ venti giggles as he swirls the pink liquid around its heart-shaped vial, brazenly playing with it with your back to your wine. he knows juuust the thing to get you to open up. don’t worry, don’t worry ♡ venti can’t seem to repress the wide grin as he drops just a teensy bit of the potion. this is what friends do, don’t they? help each other out?

and he’s helping you out alright. not like he has much of a choice when you cling and grasp at him so needily. he’s laughing all the time, even when you’re begging for some sort of release. his laughter, bordering on maniacal and full of lust, is muffled by the blood rushing to your head. he loves it— those desperate eyes, the whiny pleas… you’re everything he’s dreamed of and more. isn’t this wayyy better? to be true to yourself instead of hiding what you’re really like?

“venti venti ventiventiventi pleaseee~!” your whines sound absolutely delightful to his ears, and even more so when he watches you cling to him with hearts in your eyes. your hair’s a mess, your cheeks are bright red, and you smile at him like you’re drunk on the attention he’s giving you. “hmm, i don’t know…” venti feigns hesitance, even though he’s kicking his legs in delight. “it’s getting late now… don’t you need to go home at this time already?” you shake your head fervently, clutching even tighter onto him. you stare up at him so desperately and pleadingly that it’s hard to connect you to the straight-laced person you were before. “i– i don’t need to! i’ll stay here for you, venti! just pleasepleaseplease!” you nigh sob, embracing his side as try to indulge in every warmth and touch his body can offer. “please touch me already!” the giggle he lets out is almost maniacal, one that would scare you if you weren’t high on aphrodisiac. he takes a large swig from the wine bottle (more pink than the usual red) and brings your face closer to his. your breaths intermingle, smelling of sweet wine and laced with lust, as venti takes in the prize he’s been coveting for so long. “you’re so precious, my darling,” he whispers, and when he swoops in to kiss you, tongue wrapped around yours, you swear you’ve never been more contented in your entire life.

kaeya believes that he’s not the sort of person to resort to such… disgusting tactics. he tells himself that he can win you over by his charm and hard efforts alone, but the way you smile politely at him or when you take every opportunity to avoid him… it only digs deeper into his insecurities. every witty remark he has is met with an awkward laugh, every time he tries to close the distance, you shy away. it hurts him more than he wants it to. he knows he should be giving up but when he stares at the vial of aphrodisiac he’d unthinkingly buy, he knows he’s far too gone to give up.

he tries to forget about it, tries his best not to think about what horrible thoughts he’s been having of you. but every time you show him even the slightest affection, a genuine smile here or a comforting touch there, he starts caving. how happy he would be if you showed that to him every day! he’d return every affection you gave tenfold, you’d never be starved of it. he wants you so, so bad it’s maddening, and every night he sleeps in his bed alone, his mind becomes a little bit crazier.

but tonight, you were with another. he knows he’s just a friend, that you see them nothing more than a brother, but that’s not how the other party looks at you. yet you lean into their touch so willingly, laugh with them without any restraints, and smile at them so blindingly it stuns kaeya even from across the room. he grasps tightly the bulge in his pocket, heart-shaped and taunting, and bites his lip.

he wants you so, so badly. so when you approach him with your wine glass lifted, greeting him with a drunken smile, he tries to pretend that he is the subject of your affection. tonight, it can be all pretend, but when he refills your cup and watches the pink wisps drown in the red wine, he tells himself that it’ll all be real after this.

“i’ve got you, i’ve got you.” kaeya acts like he’s not the one who made you like this, swaying tipsily from the wine and the drug and clinging onto him for support. well, maybe more than support, because of the way you nuzzle into his side and breathe a sigh of relief, kaeya thinks that maybe you’re longing for something more. “hehe, have i ever told you how handsome you are, mister kaeya~?” you ask him, smiling wobbly up at him as you gaze into his one eye. he gasps in shock when he realizes that your noses are barely touching, and he leans away quickly to save his rapidly beating heart. he wasn’t like this with others, he swears, but something about you makes him so vulnerable and flustered that he doesn’t know what to do. your rented room is barely lit, the candlelights on the side of the wall somehow adding a sensual atmosphere as he guides you to your bed. the feeling of your skin against his is like fire to ice, and the little whimpers you give as the heat tortures you from within sets his head spinning. he can barely handle it, and with the way you’ve been eyeing him… surely it wouldn’t hurt to hope for more. he tries to set you on the bed, but you’re quick to push him down first and straddle him with a triumphant grin. he knows he’s the suspect behind your behavior, yet you’re the one pinning him down and he’s the one blushing and gasping like he’s been caught in your trap. “kaaaeeeyyaaaaa~ ♡” you drawl, nipping lovebites and staring at him with heart eyes and a flirty pout. “keep me company for the night?” his breath hitches in his throat as he takes in your draping clothes and feels the warmth of your body on top of him. mustering up enough bravado, he summons his confident grin to his smile as he wraps his arms around your neck. his heart is beating in his chest, and his eagerness drowns out whatever guilt he may have felt. “anything for you, love.”

when desperate, diluc might not make the most rational of decisions. he had bought the love potion off the black market in a fit of mania after you had once again run off and hurt yourself. his illogical logic reasoned that if you weren’t willing to be under his care, safe, and protected, he might as well force you to want it.

the morning after, diluc’s face contorted with disgust as he looked into the reflection of a man willing to force the person he’d been pining for into something they didn’t want. he locked the crystal bottle under lock and key, swearing that not once would he ever use it. he loved you too much, and admittedly too prideful to resort to such cheap tactics. he needed you to love him of your own volition.

but tonight was another one of those nights, news of another dangerous stunt of yours in dragonspine reaching his ears. you were driving him insane. what archon would care if he kept you under his protection, shackling you to his side even if it meant depriving you of your freedom to explore the world as you wished? hell, he might even get rewarded for it, because you were going to kill yourself at this rate!

there must have been a reason why he didn’t throw away that potion like he had ought to do, a malicious subconscious telling him that he would need it in the future. and it was right, the side of diluc that he had despised so much was right. as he swirls the ominous glowing pink in its bottle, he watches it drop into your wine with a face devoid of any emotion– too sick with love and paranoia to even feel anything for the crime that he was about to do.

the way you’re shivering and reaching for his touch is making him go crazy. he had never expected the potion to be this strong (though he did drop a few too much just to ensure the… effectiveness), so he received your weak embrace with both surprise and a dark delight. your current image was one he thought he despised— babbling incoherently, swaying tipsily, airy giggles, just like the drunks he tended to— but on you, it was nothing short of endearing. especially with the way you whimper at his every caress, shaking in flush pleasure as you lean in for more. you’re pliant on his bed with hazy eyes anticipating his every move, and he gently lifts parts of your clothes to observe the collection of scars you’ve collected. “d– diluc…” you whimper, weakly grabbing at his wrist as he traces another once more. you’re so… small, hands barely wrapping around the width of his wrist. “wha… what are you doing…?” “observing my mistakes,” he replies, pressing a chaste kiss on your temple that has you whining. he sees this with dark eyes but refuses to let go of the leash he’s put upon himself. “all these scars that litter you’re body, it was my mistake for even letting you go out there when you can’t even take care of yourself.” he thumbs another scar and you bite your lip. “now you won’t have to worry anymore. i’ll be the one taking care of you.” “take care of me…?” you’re silent for a few seconds as if the reality of the situation has finally dawned on you. diluc sits in silence too, waiting for you to start screaming and kicking and demanding before a wobbly grin spreads on your face. “take care of me? ♡ then…” wrapping your legs around his neck, you pull him in closer till his chin rests on your tummy, and you smile so lovingly at him that he could almost fool himself. “then take care of me lo~ots tonight, ‘kay? ♡”

albedo doesn’t even bother reserving a love potion for a last resort. he might be a patient man with most things, but he sometimes likes to indulge in his sadistic desires. and there’s no other person than you who seems to rile up those desires more than ever. to have you shivering and weak on his table, moaning weakly as you beg with a bright flush on your cheeks… albedo could not have made the potion any faster.

he’s always been… scientific? when it came to matters of the heart. he’s not the type to chalk the unexplainable thumping of his chest to a mere clash of chemical reactions in his brain. rather, he looks for the fastest and most efficient way to get him results. he could try and be content watching you from afar, dressed in your cute waitress getup as you tended to customers, but archons knew how much he was itching to have his hands on you.

every time you smiled at him from across the street, bounding from good hunter to the little alchemy stall with food that albedo had ordered with ill intentions… it festered something dark within him. albedo’s no idiot, he’s fully aware of what dangerous ideas his mind has been cooking up this entire time. you chat with him with wide and trusting eyes, unaware of how his gaze lingers on your lips and how he purposely brushes your hair back to let his touch linger.

it drives him insane how naive you are, but it is an alchemist’s duty to break down things and build them up again to truly understand the way they are. and albedo is nothing but curious about you.

albedo is delighted at how much the potion seems to have an effect on you. you could barely think, head empty except for the constant need of albedo’s touch, and you beg for it so~o prettily too. he tucks a messy strand behind your ear, just as he always did, but instead of warm smiles and thank yous he’s met with whines and hazy eyes. “‘bedo, ‘bedo, pleeasseee~” you sob into his palm, hugging his arm in an attempt to keep more of his warmth to yourself. “wh- what’s going onnn? i’m sca-ared…” he shushes you, soft caresses tickling your neck as he presses a kiss on your temple. it’s exhilarating how much you shuddered from a mere peck and wondered that should he have made the effects stronger, it certainly would have sent you right over the edge. “sh sh shhh, it’s okay, darling. you’re fine. your body’s just reacting… accepting… let me indulge in this moment for a little bit longer, ‘kay? then i’ll relieve you of your pain.” you don’t process any of his words, just looking up at him with fearful yet trusting eyes. he chuckles when he sees this stupidly cute expression on you and helps himself to nip on your earlobe. “ngh, nha ♡ n- no! not the ear…! ‘bedo, ‘s too sensitive!” your toes curl at the onslaught of pleasure, and you can’t help but kick your legs as you’re overwhelmed. “y- you can’t…!” “oh dear,” he chuckles, pulling away from your lobe and watching as you lay on his lap, panting and twitching at the sensation of it all. “it’s just the ear, darling. surely, you can’t be that sensitive yet?” he eyes the cup of tea that he had brewed, suspiciously tinged with pink. “you haven’t finished your cup yet, you know.” “c… cup?” you slur, tongue feeling leaden. through half-lidded eyes, you can barely make out the sly smile on albedo’s lips. “wh… whaddya mean…?” huffing a fond laugh, albedo shakes his head and reaches out for the teacup, before tilting it into his mouth. his lips descend on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to be permitted entry. you part them, and the distinct taste of tea enters your mouth as he kisses you even deeper. “that’s what i mean,” he smiles, pulling away with naught but a string of saliva attached. now his cheeks glow pink, as he watches you with lustful eyes as pleasure and unbearable heat shake your body once again. “it’s time to fall even deeper, my love.”

#yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere venti #yandere kaeya alberich #yandere diluc ragnvindr #yandere albedo #yester.writes

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kakujis · 8 months

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synopsis: suguru's words are always so sweet, but his actions are not.

warnings: afab!fem reader, dacryphilia, subby reader, implied multiple rounds, pet names, choking, a teensy bit of manhandling, suguru is a lil mean. not proofread since i wrote this in like 2 hours lol

ft+ wc: geto suguru, around 700.

network: @enchantedforest-network!

an: i woke up today, then immediately took a nap, and then had my 4th dream about him within the past cpl of weeks and figured i'd finally just write for him T_T. be kind to me pls it's my first time writing for him! honestly this was self indulgent and i apparently can't stop writing mean charas. anywho, i hope u enjoy :>.

geto suguru has always loved seeing you cream around his cock, from the way your mouth hangs open to the twitching of your body. but the first time he pushed you a little further off the edge, where pinpricks of tears fell from your eyes, he became obsessed. but geto is always “nice”, coaxing you into another orgasm with his sweet words that drip honey into your veins.

“suguru..” you sniffle, pawing against him, “no more.” you’re weaker than him though, your pushes against him not doing much.

“hm?” he hums, tilting his head before swiping away at a tear trailing down your cheek. he gives you an easy-going smile that makes the butterflies in your stomach flutter. “we’re gonna keep going, okay? you can do it, baby.”

you’re propped up on your elbows, legs looped around his waist as he stares down at you. maybe it’s the fogginess in your brain, but you always submit to him easily. or maybe, it’s the fact that you can’t escape anyway, pinned down to the bed underneath you.

you nod and he leans in, grabbing the back of your head to bring you in for a kiss. his lips are soft, just like his voice, smooth and easy. geto is sweet, he’s nice, he’s kind. but the hand that shifts from your hair, fingers trailing across your jawline before settling around your neck is not.

you whimper and gasp when he squeezes, mouth falling open just enough for him to slip his tongue in. you struggle to keep your balance, falling back onto the bed but he follows you, tongue still intertwined with yours. he also readjusts, cock deep inside your pussy.

he pulls away only to litter wet kisses onto your teary face. “sugu-!” you try, some drool trailing from your lips, but he squeezes again, cutting you off as your hands fly up to pull at his.

“shh,” he reassures, “it’s okay, you’re okay.” his hips start to move and you whimper again, your walls already squeezing around his cock. “you like that huh?” he smiles and you nod, unable to speak.

he starts to thrust harder, heavy balls slapping against your skin and the grip you have on his wrist tightens. your swollen, wet lips hang open as you moan and gasp. suguru is big, so big that you always ask him to wait when he first slips in to give you time to adjust. but after multiple orgasms, you think he fits perfectly, slipping in and out of your pussy.

“you’re so cute, y’know that?” he says, smiling down at you. “and so pretty when you’re crying and screaming on my cock.” you’re almost too hazy to notice the “screaming” part, but your eyes widen as you look up at him. he smiles brighter, before he angles himself, slamming in and making sure to go as deep as possible. you squeal and thrash, toes curling.“yep! just like that.”

you claw at his arm, the one that’s currently trapping your throat. but he’s strong, not even budging as your nails dig into him. it’s too fucking much, you think, as your eyes roll back. but suguru simply brings one of your knees further up, spreading you even more and your thighs tremble.

“go on,” he coos, eyes narrow, “cum for me.” he squeezes one last time before you’re coming undone, flailing and seeing white. your pussy twitches around him as he fucks you through it, before he slowly comes to stop.

he releases the grip on your neck, his hand once again soft as it trails up to caress your cheek. you hiccup and pant, as you come down from your high.

“good girl,” he praises, pulling out, and you press your cheek further into his hand, opting to suckle on his thumb. he chuckles, “was that so bad?”

you shake your head, the tears finally starting to stop. you don’t realize that he still hasn’t cum yet and close your eyes anyway, thinking it’s over. it’s not till he removes his thumb and flips you over onto your belly that you realize it’s not.

“that’s good,” he says as he pulls your hips up, flush with his, slipping inside. you sob out, trying to crawl away, but he places a palm between your shoulders, locking you in. “cause we’re not finished yet.”

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto x reader #geto smut #geto suguru smut #geto suguru #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #pibby writing #im so nervous to post this bye

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ashintheairlikesnow · 11 months

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Ghost Story

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CW: Traumatized whumpee/PTSD, references to past murder and torture, some dehumanization references, chronic pain, grief, a wee teensy bit of choking at the end

He fell asleep on the couch with a movie playing, Vincent Shield and Nat settled into armchairs on either side. Shield holds his water bottles like they'll vanish if his knuckles aren't white from the effort, and Jameson had watched him off and on, catching the way one hand shakes a little, the bouncing of his knee. The nearly visible craving for a drink that he tries to drown in juice and water and coffee.

They were there, when the movie started. When he wakes, they're both gone and there's a heavy blanket laid over him. That'd be Nat, always taking a second to do a good thing when she could just ignore it and no one would mind. His crutches are still leaning against the wall, waiting for when he gets up.

He can, vaguely, hear Trash Cat trying to break into a the cabinet in the pantry where her food is kept. The sound of her little paw trying to force it open despite the baby-proofing cabinet lock Nat bought is a constant soft thunk. thunk. thunk. thunk.

"Fuckin' quit it," He groans. The thunking sound briefly pauses.

Rrrrrow? Her little chirp is barely audible, curious and surprised. She must've forgotten he was down here. He hears her tap-tap-tap her way into the doorway, look at him, and then tap-tap-tap her way back to the pantry again.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.

His eyes barely blink, working hard to squint and see the time on the clock.

2:45 am.

"Jesus fuck." His voice is a mumble, heavy with his exhaustion, as he rubs a hand over his face. There's stubble around the spaces where scars stay smooth and hairless, the cockeyed lift of one side of his mouth pulled always where a knife had been dragged like cutting cold butter.

Even goddamn better: his legs won't unbend. They stay curled, bent at the knees, throbbing agony down to his toes and up into his hips when he tries to straighten them. He can damn near feel the buckles from the braces he hasn't worn since he stabbed Brute to death. He can damn near hear Robert's echoing, rasping laughter.

He can't walk. He could hardly crawl.

He doesn't want to crawl around like a fucking dog anymore.

Maybe he'll just stay here til dawn. Why the fuck not?

The house is silent around him, with that particular empty weight of a home waiting for its people to bring it back to life come morning. A place between something and nothing, and Jameson isn't enough on his own to fill it.

He's barely a drop in the bucket of what you need to feel alive, at a time like this. Absolutely alone in the darkness, staring up at an old popcorn-style ceiling where a fan spins lazily, barely moving air.

Hey.

His head whips to the side at the voice, wide-eyed, pushing himself up on his elbows, heart pounding. There's someone in the doorway between the entryway and the living room, where Trash Cat had been before, watching him in shadow.

You passed out on the couch again. Gonna go to bed any time soon, or am I going to have to tiptoe around your dumb ass in the morning?

His head hurts. Maybe from having woken up from dreaming at the wrong time, it pulses pain with the same rhythm as his heartbeat, at the throb in his knees. They pull up even tighter, and he has to bite back a whimper he absolutely will not let out.

"... who the fuck-"

Call Mom, by the way. You haven't called her in like a week. She says you have 48 hours or she's calling the cops.

He collapses back against the arm of the couch, breathing slowly. His headache is taking over, wiping everything away but itself. Jameson closes his eyes.

Is he still goddamn asleep?

He counts to ten, breathing more slowly and evenly with each number. Then, on the final, torturously slow exhale, he cracks his eyes open again.

The shadow is still there. It hasn't turned into a person, only sort of smudged outline of one. There's a hint of blue jean seams down the legs, the suggestion of hair very much like his own. Even the glimmer of dim moonlight and streetlight from outside against a pair of hazel eyes.

Not that he can see what color they are from here.

He just... knows.

Just like he knows the taste of that voice, even though he can't remember having ever heard it in his life. It's a taste he's known his entire life.

Did you hear me, dumbass? I said call Mom.

"... who the fuck are you?"

Hey, so, while you're here. It's like he didn't say anything, or like the shadow is acting out the words of a script, not actually present or hearing anything he says. It moves, and Jameson flinches violently backwards only to see a beam of moonlight pass right through it as it goes past him, to the window. One grayish-nothing arm lifts, like peering through the blinds. I wanted to say... fuck. I guess just... sorry. About the other night.

"Wh-what-"

It was stupid. I knew you liked her and I still asked her out. That was really shit of me to do, Johnny, I'm sorry about that. You're just way better than me at getting girls to, like, see you...

"I d-don't know what the fuck you're talking-... who's-"

His head.

The pain is like a flash of lightning, bright white and chilled ice behind his eyes. He can't hold this sound back and whines like a goddamn animal as he curls up, hands up over his head, pressing his palms against his eyelids like somehow he can force the pain out of him if he only tries hard enough. The flashes keep sparking, again and again.

"Oh, God-... oh fuck, jesus-"

I broke up with her anyway. So, like. Sorry. Again. Can we not fight about shit like girls, anyway? I hate it. Who am I supposed to talk to if I can't talk to my brother, you know?

Tears run hot like tracks of sun-soaked water through desert down his cheeks. He's sure they'll leave rising blisters in their wake, as he chokes back one sob, and then another. His heart is twisted up in his throat and his legs are bent and useless, his hands hurt where his fingers are twisted into his hair, yanking at it ineffectually, unconsciously. "Please, it h-hurts, fucking stop-"

It's not your fault, Johnny. I was the idiot, you know? We had a fight, fights happen. I didn't have to leave it like that. I shouldn't have left it like that. Still. You didn't have to leave it like that, either. Takes two to fix a fight, right? You could have apologized, too.

There's a long beat of silence.

His headache starts, finally, to slide somewhere further back in his mind. It's still there, still a throbbing immovable force, but he can just barely manage to open his eyes.

The shadow is an inch away, staring at him.

Why didn't you apologize first?

He flinches backwards again, and the sharp spike feels like ice picks right through his eyes as his back arches, a tense bow of pain everywhere. An electric shock, discipline for the wrong thoughts, false memories clawing their way to the surface.

He hasn't worn a shock collar since training, but his body knows what happens when he remembers the life he left behind.

It punishes him anyway.

Why did you let me walk off by myself in the dark, Johnny?

"No-... no-... I s-signed up, I don't want you, I didn't want you anymore, it was t-too much, fuck, fuck off, fuck you, I didn't want to hurt anymore they promised I wouldn't miss you anymore, go away go away go away they took you out of my fucking head go the fuck away this hurts-"

Everything would be okay if you had stopped me. But you just let me walk away, like an asshole.

The shadow of his dead brother watches him with unsettlingly calm eyes, the thatch of his dark hair, the glint of teeth straightened by years of braces.

You let me walk away angry at you. You let me walk right up to him, didn't you? You never even tried to stop me from leaving. Who would I be if you hadn't let me die?

"Please... please, Hank-"

I was still alive when he threw me in that ditch near the woods, remember? Do you think I was awake? For that last hour or so? Do you think I was conscious? Do you think I was thinking about you?

The shadow of his brother might be smiling.

Do you think that I was still angry when he slit my throat?

Jameson pulls the blanket over his head. He can't think of anything else to do but hide.

The shadow can't find him here. The reality of everything he did, everything that's his fault, can't follow him this far into the warm darkness. The murder he could have stopped by being a better brother just one night out of a thousand belongs to the cold and the light.

It can't find him here.

It's ridiculous and childish and yet the voice goes silent, then, and his tongue goes numb. Seconds tick by, tracked by a clock Nat has on the wall. The quiet is heavy and Jameson fills it with every single thing WRU ever taught him.

His lips move mindlessly. He's never forgotten a single sentence. Every chant, every mantra, every constant repetition of his own lost humanity pushes the reality of what led him to it further and further away.

He keeps his eyes closed tightly, shivers in the chill of a cold white room entirely in his own mind, and whispers I signed up for it for a reason, I signed up for this, I was a slut with no future, I didn't want to be a person anymore, I ruined lives, it's all my fault, I'm better off this way, I don't have to hurt anymore, no one else will die because of me, I was made for this I was made for this I was made for this again and again.

The sense of the shadow watching him doesn't fully fade until he closes his own hands around his throat and tightens just enough to feel like a collar, just enough that he has to fight a little for air.

How long he stays like that, he doesn't know.

But eventually he realizes he can hear Trash Cat again, still trying inexorably to find a way into the cabinet where her food has been maliciously kept away from her need to constantly eat at all hours of the day.

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk. Rrrrrow? Rrrrow. Thunk. Thunk.

He had a nightmare, he thinks.

Thunk.

Some kind of weird-ass dream. Something that tasted like a voice, frightening enough to have his heart beating and his body feeling wrung out and aching, like he was throwing punches in his sleep. Fighting something. Or fleeing from something.

What did he dream about?

There was a shadow, and hazel eyes, and a voice...

Thunk. Thunk.

Trash Cat apparently gives up. He hears her little paws tap-tapping along the floor as she tries her luck at shredding the toilet paper in the bathroom.

The nightmare's gone. He can't remember what was bothering him any longer. Still, his heart races and fear is a cold stone in his stomach. Fear and the sense that he has done something terrible. Something he can never make up for or take back.

He doesn't go back to sleep.

He waits, watching the ceiling fan spin, for the safety of dawn.

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nightmare13 · 1 year

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Lee Minho

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One shots

Can I Have This Dance

Genre: Fluff, Romance, Oneshot, Drabble, Established Relationship! au

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Youngblood

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Safe place

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I’ll be here, always and forever

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lee know x reader

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I want a Heart

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Paw-tner-in-Crime

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Dumb and Ridiculous!

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Love equation

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I love every part of you

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Unsaid

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Between the lines

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Lovesick kids!

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I like you, Loser

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And Yet

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Green Flames

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Welcome Home

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Series

Completed

A marriage story - part one; part two

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Sorry for caring - part one; part two

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Genre: angst, little fluffy at the end

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Maybe, I’m afraid

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Genre: fluff, romance, angst & suggestive, art gallery!au, painter!au

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Zemblanity - part one; part two

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Genre: angst, idol lee know x choreographer reader, ex fwb, ex best friends

Word count: 5k; 9.5k

What if we; Give it a chance

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Genre: college au; roommates au

Word count: 4.1k; 9.6k

Social Media AUs

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Try me

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My sunshine

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Genre: social media au (but will have written parts!), university au, fluff, angst, suggestive, romcom— reader is a bubbly sunshine girl while minho is a bit of a tsundere uwu

Meant to be

Synopsis: He broke you. You could say he broke your heart, but that would be an understatement. After Minho broke up with you– if you could even call it that– it took you almost a year to finally get back on your feet. A few dates here, a couple of parties there, your best fake smile and you are good to go. Until you see him again. Minho is back and you have to get ready… you know he’s coming for you.

Genre: smau, college!AU, dancer!minho x ex!reader

Isn’t it Delicate

Synopsis: after three years of no contact, when you get paired with lee minho for a course project you get to build back the friendship you both had left behind. It would have been perfectly fine if the reunion hadn’t brought out your suppressed feelings for the boy you had bottled in years ago, but of course when is life ever that simple?

Genre: smau, university au, ex-friends to close friends to lovers, fluff, angst

The Journal

Synopsis: When y/n loses her most prize possession, what are the chances of her high school ex finding it? Apparently, suprisingly high.

Genre: smau

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waystartoo · 1 year

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tomgreg sand mites microfic

Tom wasn’t entirely sure how far down applying lotion on his assistant for a severe case of sand mites in Dundee, Scotland, fell on his bucket list, but it certainly seemed as if it may be getting crossed off any moment now. That is to say, he was seated on the bed with Greg facing with his back toward him, a tube of medicated anti-itch cream in his hand, and an earful of the same incessant whining he had heard all day blaring in his head.

“It’s like, did you know they can actually lay eggs under your skin?” Greg sputtered in disbelief, frantically pawing at the reddened spot on his neck he had been attacking all afternoon. “I could be filled with hundreds of these things at this point and I don’t even think the number for the sand supplier Connor gave me even works, really? It just keeps ringing?”

“You know I think I saw a guy a few seats over from you scratching his arm as he was leaving the play, Gregory. We may have a class action lawsuit on our hands if you play your cards right,” Tom chimed back as he twisted open the tube of cream.

“Really?” Greg asked in complete earnest, spinning around where he sat to face Tom with those familiar big doe eyes only to be met with a suppressed chuckle.

“Of course not, you idiot. Now, turn back around.”

Greg huffed in frustration but obliged the demand just the same, repositioning himself to face away from Tom again. Then, without further hesitation, he tugged off his sweater and deposited it on the bed beside the two of them. “Be honest, how bad is it?” he asked.

Tom sucked in a deep breath glancing over the sight in front of him. To be honest, it was much worse than he was anticipating. The pale skin of the boy’s back was entirely covered with unevenly distributed clusters of tiny, bright red dots. Some sections of the skin were more irritated than others, even breaking open into slight gashes from where he had reached around and scratched himself through the thin material of his sweater throughout the day. It was a bit like a young child had been let loose with a container of red finger paint and instructed to use Greg’s poor back as a canvas.

“Tis but a scratch,” Tom lied in reassurance, catching his lip between his teeth as he took in the full sight of the matter before him. He could only imagine just how much pain Greg was actually in. It almost made him feel guilty for scolding him for whining all day. Emphasis on the almost. “You’ll be back to frolicking around and making merry in no time as soon as you stop scratching the damn things.”

He squeezed a somewhat generous amount of the anti-itch cream into his palm as Greg huffed again. Tom didn’t need to see his face to know that his lips were curled up in that signature pout of his.

“Yeah, well, you try dealing with these things crawling over your body all day and see if you don’t do the same!” Greg protested, folding his arms over his chest like a child.

“Oh, just hold still for a second, would you? I probably will have these disgusting things crawling all over me by the end of this,” Tom said with a roll of his eyes in response.

“Fine, just hurry up.”

Tom was the one to oblige this time, gently beginning to apply a thin layer of the cream over the surface of his back only to have Greg immediately tense up at the sensation.

“Jesus, that’s cold,” he whimpered.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did I need to warm it up for you first too, princess?” Tom teased, gliding his fingers over Greg’s shoulder blades and reveling just a teensy bit in the feeling of watching him shiver beneath his touch.

“It might’ve been nice, sure,” Greg answered, ever-entitled and needy without shame.

Tom simply laughed in response, concentrating on rubbing small circles of the product into the clusters of bites on Greg’s back. Even despite the bumps and gashes, his skin was incredibly soft, easily manipulated even with the slightest touch of Tom’s fingertips. It was kind of addicting in a way, trying to cover every square inch of his flesh with the pasty pink cream like it was some sort of game he was determined to win.

“You can relax, you know,” Tom said after Greg’s shoulders never strayed from where they had seized upward at the first touch. “I’m already committed to the task so it’s not like I’m gonna hurt you or anything.”

It was Greg’s turn to laugh now, albeit a bit nervously, as the tension slowly relaxed from his body beneath Tom’s touch.

“Thanks,” he said sheepishly, then, without thinking, added, “It feels really nice, Tom.”

An uneasy silence settled in between them as Tom froze in the motion of applying the cream across his back at the sound of Greg’s words. What happened to the man that had chucked water bottles at the guy, pushed him down in the snow, and wrestled him against his will, and why had he been spontaneously replaced with some tenderly caring nurse in a too-short white dress and matching hat? Who was this, really, rubbing circles on Greg’s back with a smile on his face? Had he completely and totally lost it?

“Tom?” Greg asked suddenly without turning around, snapping Tom out of the downward spiral he was racing through.

“Sorry,” Tom said under his breath, deeply embarrassed at each and every one of the thoughts that had raced through his mind. It was only once he recognized the discomfort in Greg’s voice that he remembered why he was here in the first place. As a friend helping another friend. Greg would do the same for him, after all. It was only fair.

More cream was added as he once more applied his hands to the man’s back, paying close attention not to press too hard on any of the sections of broken skin. His hands lingered over a knot in the muscle, hesitating before gently massaging it out. He was almost too distracted by watching the muscle loosen at his touch to hear it, but he did. A high-pitched, involuntary moan tumbled out of Greg’s lips and into the deafening silence of the room around them.

Tom should’ve paused here. He meant to. To rip his hands off of Greg’s back as if he was removing his burnt hands from a searing hot stove and gasp at his indecency. To make some cutting joke about this reaction was only appropriate given it was probably the most intimate physical touch Greg had ever and would ever receive in his life. To storm out of the room and avoid speaking to him for the next few days.

But, instead, he just laughed, feeling the warmth from Greg’s body filter up through his fingertips and into his chest.

“Sorry,” Greg chirped out, a reddish tint settling over the tips of his ears. Clearly embarrassed by the sound he produced. “You’re just really good at this.”

“Try not to sound so surprised, will you?” Tom taunted, easily undoing the tension between Greg’s shoulders with his fingertips. “You’re not the first to crumble at the Wambsgans rubdown.”

“Don’t call it that,” Greg whined in response, earning another chuckle from Tom. “That makes it sound like you’re-like you’re out just giving back massages on the street or something.”

“And if I was?” Tom asked. His hands moved lower on Greg’s back, dancing just above the waistline of his pants.

“You’re, uh, not though?” Greg said, entirely too confident for Tom’s liking. “You wouldn’t do this for anyone.”

“I see,” Tom said quietly, watching his hand creep dangerously around Greg’s waist. He didn’t remembering telling it to do that. It was almost like a reflex of some kind. “You think you’re special, then?”

At this, Greg closed his eyes, leaning backwards into Tom’s hands which were now embracing either side of him. “I know I am,” he hummed.

baby’s first tumblr post. idk if i’m doing this right but heyyy <3 also if ur looking for a better version of this scenario, @/ezlebe wrote a fantastic one.

#tom wambsgans #greg hirsch #tomgreg #succession #successionhbo #microfic #tomwambsgans #greghirsch #cousingreg #cousin greg #succession fanfic

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hils79 · 10 months

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DMBJ Entry Level Fanwork Recs

Following on from this post a few people asked for some recs for fanworks they can read to get a better handle on the fandom and the characters if they don't know much about what DMBJ is about

This is by no means a definitive list, and I'd suggest checking the tags on any fanworks to make sure it's something you'd enjoy before you dive in.

I have my own personal preferences when it comes to favourite characters and ships and while I've tried to throw a bit of everything in here this is a fandom that loves its rarepairs and poly ships so I can't cover everything.

Please, by all means drop me an ask or a reply if you have any questions. I'm always willing to drag new people into the pits with me

A couple of things to start off with:

@foxofninetales has written a very useful list of possible entry points to the fandom

And if you want a very brief overview of the main players (this franchise has So Many characters it's totally okay to be confused) I wrote one over on Dreamwidth at the start of the year

Okay, to try and organise this in some sort of coherent way I'm going to break it up into canon fanworks and AU fanworks. Sometimes an AU is a better way to get to know the characters, or you might want to get a feel for the canonical settings. Reader's choice.

Then I'll break it down into ships in case Fox's guide has got you interested in something specific

Canon

Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Keepsakes Box by ShenWeiLightning

When Zhang Qiling loses his memories, the Zhang family attempt to whitewash Wu Xie from his world. Only the box he instructed they give him as a precaution was never checked for compartments and some of the pictures hidden inside, lead to certain conclusions...

The POV character has amnesia so you learn things along with him

Tabula Rasa by xantissa

Zhang Qiling forgets. Then he comes to some interesting conclusions regarding his relationship to the man named Wu Xie.

Another amnesia fic so same thing applies as above. I'm pretty sure this was the first fic I read in this fandom myself.

Visible to All But Me by Hils

“To the merging of the Wu and Zhang families,” his uncle toasts with a raise of his glass. "It's not what I'd hoped for in terms of securing the future of our family, as you know, but at least it's better than nothing."

Wu Xie blinks at him and raises his glass to take a drink while he tries to figure out what’s happening. There aren’t that many members of the Zhang family that his uncle has had dealings with. Xiaoge would have mentioned something if he’d entered into some sort of arrangement with his uncle. Perhaps his Ershu has made some sort of business deal with Zhang Rishan.

Five times Wu Xie didn't know he was dating Zhang Qiling but everyone else did, and one time he figured it out (with some help)

Yes, it's probably poor netiquette to self-rec but this is hands down my most popular DMBJ fic and it's mostly just about Wu Xie being oblivious with no real ties to the canon plot

Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Cat's Paw by Merinnan & Xantissa

While some very basic knowledge of The Lost Tomb Reboot is needed for this, you mostly find out what's happening through Liu Sang's perspective so it's not entirely necessary.

Wang Pangzi/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

A Distracting Effort by elenothar

“Teensy tiny favour,” Hei Xiazi starts, with the kind of grin that says he knows he’s about to stir some shit and is looking forward to it. “I need someone to distract Zhao Ji and you” – he points at Wu Xie – “happen to be exactly his type.”

Wu Xie blinks. That’s… not what he’d been expecting.

Next to him Pangzi looks like he’s readying himself to bristle in protective outrage at any moment now and across the room Xiaoge’s relaxed sprawl has turned into something rather more threatening.

Hei Xiazi has opinions on Wu Xie's wardrobe, Wu Xie has opinions on interior decorating, Pangzi has opinions on Wu Xie's flirting and Xiaoge lurks protectively (and pointedly).

While this is not about tomb raiding it is exactly the sort of nonsense that happens in canon on a regular basis

Reunion to Rain Village by achray, hils, teyla and fangirlishness

A series of stories that are all standalone but are all set in and around our shared version of Yucun. The stories are not connected beyond some background themes and characters.

The only thing you really need to know is that the canon franchise ends with the three main characters retiring to a country village to run a restaurant and live in a house that Wu Xie designed and built for them. This series is set during that time but apart from that no canon knowledge is needed.

Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen

Why does it have to be you? by blackwatervial

It’s common knowledge that, if a delicate flower finds itself in a dire situation, a knight in shining armour will come to the rescue. Only that Xie Yuchen is no delicate flower, and his knight in shining armour is more of an overpriced mercenary.

This fic is only short but it perfectly covers everything you need to know about their relationship

Gen

Cascade by frith_in_thorns

Liu Sang didn't need looking after. Absolutely not. It had only been a small stabbing.

Unfortunately, Wu Xie overrode him.

Even more unfortunately, that was only the start of everyone's problems.

An excellent tomb raiding adventure with plenty of whump, misunderstandings and tomb nonsense

Take a Cup Of Kindness Yet by fox_of_nine_tales

There are several reasons Liu Sang doesn’t drink, and all of them are true.

I'm trying not to make this rec post entirely about Liu Sang because, as I mentioned in my DW post he's really only in one of the dramas/books. But he's very popular in my corner of the fandom so...

Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Those who fear darkness have never seen what light can do by Merinnan & Xantissa

When Wu Xie was seven years old, he snuck away from his guardian during one of the digs that Sanshu took him to. Only things went wrong, the entrance collapsed, and it took a week to dig the child out from the near collapsed tomb.

They expected a body. They prayed that the child had somehow survived, but seven days without food or water for an adult would have been deadly, a child had no chances of survival at all.

They found Wu Xie deep in the tomb, sleeping on his little backpack. He was warm and healthy, confused at why the adults were yelling, looking like he’d just stepped into the tomb five minutes ago.

An alternate first meeting where Zhang Qiling is a supernatural creature.

A Swiftly Tilting Planet by slutspeare

Yincangui is Where Lost Things Return, and Wu Xie, captain of the Wushanju , has been trying to find it since his uncle went missing fifteen years ago. The only thing is that no one is quite sure that it actually exists, except for Liu Sang, who manages to finagle his way onto Wu Xie's ship and into their quest. Without any solid proof or idea of where they're going, it seems like Yincangui is always going to be a lost dream... unless the crew of the Wushanju can unravel the threads of the universe and lead themselves to what they've been searching for.

Absolutely stunningly written space AU where no real prior knowledge of canon is needed.

Liu Sang/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Catch and Release by Merinnan & Xantissa

After weeks of being on the run from the people who'd been experimenting on him, Liu Sang was cold, hungry, and still hiding as a fox. When he came across a live capture trap in a large garden, baited with good, good food, he decided it was worth the risk. Then kept coming back again. And again.

Wu Xie just wanted to catch and socialise a feral cat into a pet. He hadn't planned on a fox deciding the trap he'd put out was a convenient and consistent source of food.

There's a lot of fics in this fandom where Liu Sang can turn into a fox. It's entirely down to this Liu Chang photoshoot so I figured I'd put one in here as a taster. Plenty more where that came from if you like it

Hei Xiazi/Xie Yuchen

Ad Hoc Services by fox_of_nine_tales

If assumptions make an ass out of you and me, well, why let a perfectly good ass go to waste?

In which Hei Xiazi is mistaken for a prostitute and his evening just gets better from there.

This might be an AU but it perfectly encapsulates how ridiculous these two idiots are

Vids

If you're more of a visual person these vids are a taster of what the fandom is all about (also linked in my DW post if you've already looked at that). It's a mixture of general fandom vibes and ship specific vids (and one solely about Pangzi because I love him)

youtube

This is just a very small sample to get you going. If you're not in the fandom and this has piqued your interest feel free to let me know and I can try and put together a more specific rec list for what you like

If you are in the fandom, feel free to reblog with any additions that you think should be on the list. This is only intended to be a sampler.

#fic recs #dmbj #pingxie #pingpangxie #heihua #entry level fanworks #Youtube

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geminixevans-stan · 2 years

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Mob!Au! You’ve developed a rather… unconventional relationship with the head bartender of the lounge in your office building. At first, you’d began going just to take the edge off after work, have a quiet place to finish up the remainder of the day’s paperwork where no one would bother you. And Ari… well, he was a much needed bonus. He never charged you for drinks—not even when you forcibly left cash on the table, it always found its way back underneath your office door every morning.

“It’s my bar, sweetness,” he’d say. “I charge who I want.”

😈

Whew this was.... You know my love for this man like no other.

He Always Answers

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Mob!Female Reader

Words: 1.4k+

Warnings: 18+ DNI, Explicit language, mentions of death, teensy bit of thigh riding, Ari Levinson is a whole warning let's just go with it.

A/N: Issa submission for @boxofbonesfic The Monkey's Paw challenge. Congrats heffa on 7k! I hope you love this and if you don't, be gentle! I'm just a baby! Like, comment, & Reblog! I hope you guys love it as well! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

The night couldn’t have come fast enough. Being the right hand of the city’s most powerful man wasn’t an easy feat to say the least.

There was always something happening and you were the one to clean up the messes and keep everything in order. As Always…

Days like this were always the same. Wake up, see who wanted to fuck with the boss, and to make sure all the numbers were straight.

Salvatore Meroni could have gotten anyone. But he trusted you.

You were sharp with a gun and able to break down any discrepancy in the books like it was nothing.

Yet the night was always your favorite time. A little bar just around the corner always called to you like you belonged there.

Sometimes it felt that way as your feet brought you to the buzzing establishment almost every night.

The drinks were top notch but if you were to tell the truth, the hands making the drinks were what you were really there for.

Ari Levinson was a sight to look at and every time that bell rang announcing your presence at the same time every night, you were greeted with a small smirk from him that only you were privy too.

You were such a predictable visitor as he would always have your first drink right at the same spot you always sat at.

A Manhattan with just the right amount of Whiskey always welcomed you first. You never could understand how he got it so perfect each time.

As the night would dwindle on, you would always find yourself watching Ari clean up as you sipped on the last drink of the night, taking in every part of him.

His brown locks were always feathered perfectly, framing his face while his neatly trimmed beard complimented his hair.

At some points, you could even see specks of red in his facial hair, a sight you only got to see if the light hit his face just right.

Ari was a walking sin and you would have been a fool to not want to indulge.

His bar was your safe haven from all the work that you had to do and then some. The night always ended with some flirting, you telling him that he should live a little.

To that his only response was, “I’ve lived enough gorgeous. I may accept that offer one day,” his baritone voice always comforting you.

Like he was right there…

The flirting would end and you would wait until his back was turned to slap a few bills, more than you owed, and bid him a goodnight.

When the morning came around and you got to your office door, those same bills would be nestled neatly in an envelope and a simple message written across it.

My bar, my rules…

He would never charge you. He felt that it was an insult to accept your money. His bar was spoken for and everyone knew it.

Of course your presence caused the more unsavory people to stay and for that, Ari was grateful to you.

Those were your nights. How you wished that maybe the days would be just as amazing.

You could do what Salvatore could do twice as better in half the time. Which is why he kept you around. But being his clean up girl was becoming a little daunting to say the least.

Without you, he couldn’t handle this city if he tried. A shame the priesthood couldn’t see it. There were days where you wish that you could be queen.

Wishful thinking…

Or was it? Because as you stand behind the glass door of the morgue, a lifeless Salvatore laying on the metal slab, you had to think life was playing a sick joke on you.

Salvatore Meroni died in his sleep, no foul play, just natural causes. It was bullshit to you because he was the healthiest man you knew.

Sure he was stupid but he was conscious about his health. He was you friend, so the lump forming in your throat wasn’t too out of the ordinary.

Funeral arrangements were quick and the priesthood could find no one better to oversee the large city but you.

Life had a funny way of playing with you and as you walk away from the many mourners at Salvatore’s grave site, there was nowhere you would rather be right now than in front of a perfect Manhattan.

The ride to the bar was a blur as your mind swarmed with excitement yet, guilt. You shouldn’t be happy at a time like this. Not when Salvatore was laying six feet under.

But you couldn’t help it. Everything that you wanted was now yours and a celebration was in order. For life and for your new throne to this city.

As the bell rang as you pushed open the door, you were met with an eerie silence.

No one was seated or having a drink and the lights were dimly lit. Your brow furrowed in confusion as you stepped in, closing the door slowly.

You scanned the entire bar, hoping to see if there was any sign of life. But what you did see was that perfect Manhattan in your designated spot.

Slow clapping met your ears as you jumped, grabbing your gun from your holster.

You shoulders sagged in relief the minute that you saw the clapping coming from Ari.

“I hear congratulations are in order gorgeous,” that same smirk meeting you as you stand still in the center of the bar.

Ari holds on his hand to you, beckoning you to come closer and your feet moved to his direction as if he was doing it all on his own.

The small of our back met the soft back of the stool, thick fingers wrapping around the slim stem of the Martini glass as Ari brings the rim of it to your lips.

As soon as the amber liquid slid over your tongue, you drank until there was no more left in the glass.

“That’s it, gorgeous, you earned all of it,” the gravely voice mixed with pride. You swiped your tongue across your lips, tasting the remnants that were left, while Ari makes you another drink.

News of your reign were still private, not even the who’s who knew about it.

So how did he know?

The thought entering your head and pushed back out the minute another glass was set in front of you and Ari right beside you.

You didn’t even know how he got around the bar so quick but the whiskey flooding your mind coerced you not to care.

The rim of the glass is placed near your lips and again and you drink, gulping down the contents again, just like the first.

“How did you know?” a playful smirk coming across your lips, “Been watching me Levinson?”

His chuckle came out smooth as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands, stroking his thumb across your skin, “Always gorgeous… It’s hard not to.”

You lean into his touch, wanting it more now that ever and he could sense it from how you rubbed your cheek against the calloused skin of his palm.

A deep growl rose from his throat, his other arm reaching over to pluck you from your seat and on to his lap.

You let out a surprised gasp at his strength, sighing the minute his nose hit your neck, inhaling you.

The expensive fabric of your skirt rose up, allowing him to seat you right on the thick muscle of his thigh, causing a choked groan to pass your lips.

“You smell delicious, gorgeous,” he groans against your skin as your shudder in hold, warmth blooming in your core as the thin material of your panties become soaked.

Ari steadies your hips with one hand, his fingers pressing into your hot skin as he rolls your hips over his jean clad thigh.

A moan catches in your throat as your wrap your arms around his neck, opening your eyes to see a darkness that you’ve never seen before.

But you don’t move or can’t move. The minute you set you sight on Ari’s dark eyes, you were entrance.

“Wh-What’s happening?” you croak out, dropping your head to his as the coil tightening in your core comes stronger than ever.

Ari ghosts his lips over yours, rolling your hips faster as a sinister smile spreads across his lips.

“Everything you asked for Gorgeous.”

Confusion and lust sweep over you as you pant heavily, “I didn’t… hnngh.. Ask you for anything,” sweat forms at your brow and the slight burning smell fills your nostrils,

The dam between your legs threatens to break and as you’re about to meet your end, a tight constriction squeezes at your throat.

You let out a struggled gasp as Ari’s chest rumbles with laughter, “You should be more careful who you pray to gorgeous. It might not be God who answers….”

#Gemoriginal #ari levinson fanfic #ari x reader #ari levinson one shot #ari levinson au #ari levinson x y/n #ari levinson x woc!reader #ari levinson x female reader #ari levinson #ari levinson x black!reader #ari levinson x reader #ari levinson x woc #ari levinson fic #ari levinson fanfiction #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson smut #chris evans characters

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anapotatowriter · 1 year

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It’s been a while

Request: Helloooo, could you please write a prince caspian request?So the reader is a Narnian who can transform into a Raven, and Caspian and she were knew each other for a loong time.She getting hurt in the battle in the end of the prince caspian movie. And Caspian finds her in the battlefield after everything ends and carries her in the palace and takes care of her???And a love confession maybe???Please give me a feedback! Send me a message if you are accepting or declining because I am curious hehe. (And if you decline I can ask other writers) Thank you see you! - @doctoriletyougotogalaxy

Caspian x reader

what is his last name istg-

A/N: Thanks for the request love! I am so sorry this took so long, but it's really long if that's any consolation! This is actually the longest fic I have, I think? Any changes, feel free to ask!

Summary: Read the request

Contains: Swearing, blood, murder, war, death, trash writing, and a teensy bit of jealous!Caspian

Requested: clearly.

side note, he’s so prettyyyyy

“Y/N, Trumpkin, you must leave,” said Trufflehunter, forcing food into my arms. “What, why? I wanna talk to the telemarine! I want to make him pay for everything he did to my family and me,” I protested, dropping all the packages and glaring at the knocked-out telmarine who lay in the corner of the room. “Why we are protecting our enemies is beyond me,” nodded Trumpkin in agreement, picking up his bow and arrows and slinging it around his shoulder. “Y/N, we need you to accompany Trumpkin as far as possible, and gather intel,” said Trufflehunter, placing his paw on my elbow, a pleading look on his face. I rubbed my face with my hand before sighing and muttering, “Fine.” I picked up my swords and sheathed them on my sides, tightening the leather of my vest before picking up the food packages again. Trumpkin went first, warily examining the surrounding forests for any more telmarine soldiers, me following after. As we trudged through the forests, the sights of fallen telmarine helmets immediately made me think back to my times in the palace, and my best friend. Oh, how I missed dear Caspian, one of the only good telmarine men. Playing hide and seek between the cabinets and statues littering the palace's corridors. The memory soon turned sour, however, as I remembered the ominous shadow of Miraz hanging over us. Soon enough he had cast me out when he saw me show Caspian my other form, leaving a 13-year-old child alone in the forest to be consumed by “savages”.

“Y/N,” I heard Trumpkin’s voice whisper, making my head shoot up as I watched around me, a sliver of sun visible on the distant horizon. I heard the distinct sound of armor rubbing and clashing against each other, accompanied by the clopping of hooves. “Y/N, leave, now,” Trumpikoin whispered. “No, I’m not leaving,” I whispered back, the harsh whisper cutting through the otherwise silent forests. “Over there,” I heard someone yell, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Y/N, now,” he whispered with an air of finality before yelling and running in the direction of the colormen. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, focusing intently. My body changed, the swords on my side disappearing to form engraved patterns on my feathers. I opened my eyes and took off, flying back the way I came, leaving Trmpkin to his fate. I reached the little house and slammed in through the open door, right onto the table. A heard a man scream while furry paws fondled me. I opened my eyes to see the familiar patches of white and black fur hovering over me. I phased out of my form, quickly returning to my human figure. “Trumpkin! He’s gotten captured!” I exclaimed as soon as I shifted, making Nikabrik slam his axe into the wall. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted the Temarines. I should have killed you the instant you got here!” he yelled, glaring at someone behind me. I turned around to face the man, only to immediately recognize him. “... Caspian?” I whispered softly, making the boy’s eyes flit to me, his own eyes suddenly glinting with recognition. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, immediately walking to me and pulling me into a hug. I hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping my arms around him, missing the warmth my old best friend had provided. “Why are you on the run?!” I questioned immediately, making his expression fall. “Miraz… he had a son,” replied Caspian curtly, making me inhale sharply. “Traitor!” yelled Nikrabik from behind me, making me roll my eyes and turn to the dwarf. “I am not a traitor. Caspian is on our side, and I’ll be damned if you even place a finger on him,” I said, smoothly removing my sword from my sheath and spinning it around threateningly. “Trufflehunter, Caspian has to meet the Old Narnians. He’s the only one who can help us reclaim everything,” I said, smiling softly at the boy for a second.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Cas?” I giggled, blocking his sword easily. “If I did my best, you would have lost long ago, darling,” countered Caspian, blocking both my swords with one swoop and then swinging it to my knees. We interacted comfortably in the woods, with different members of the Old Narnians patrolling our side of the woods. I jumped over the blade easily, going for his side, successfully stopping it a mere inch away from his skin. “And bam, injured,” I explained, gently butting the edge of my sword against him. He groaned in disappointment after losing to me for the third time. “This is why I’m the best,” I said, half smiling at the boy. “Oh, are you? Are you really?” he asked, a taunting smile on his face. He immediately tackled me, pinning me to the ground and tickling my sides. “Ah, stop, no, geddoff you idiot,” I yelled breathless through laughs, trying to move away from his attack. Suddenly, I heard a distinct rustling that made me sit up, putting my fingers to my lips and motioning to Caspian. He quieted down, quickly hearing the rustling as well. I stood up slowly, changing form and flying up, only to see a blonde man sitting next to a young brunette girl behind a rock. One of the minotaurs was patrolling right in front of them the blond slowly lifting a sword. I swooped down, changing forms mid-air and dropping right behind the blonde, swinging both my swords at him, which he deftly blocked, stunning me for a moment. “Who the hell do you think you are,” I grunted, throwing off his sword and swinging again, quickly attacking and blocking as we moved in a circle. “Y/N!” yelled Caspian, immediately trying to move toward me. “No! I’ve got this, it’s not noble to fight two to one,” I grunted, ducking under the boy's sword as Capian watched helplessly. His sword lodged into the tree behind me, leaving him vulnerable as I swung my swords around. As the boy attempted to take his sword out of the tree, a voice screamed, “No, stop!” Both of us froze, and I glanced at the surprisingly young girl, lowering my weapons slightly. The Old Narnians gathered around me, making me slide my swords into their sheats, assessing the blonde in front of me. “... Prince Caspian?” asked Peter, looking at Caspian in confusion. “Yes… and who are you?” I asked, immediately shifting to put myself between him and Caspian. “Peter!” a voice yelled, a beautiful woman running out from behind the shrubbery, a brunette boy in tow, his sword in his hand. “Holy shit, I might have fucked up,” I gulped as the cogs in my brain turned, looking at the blonde.

“High King Peter the Magnificent. Y/N L/N, knight of Old Narnia, at your service,” I said, immediately dropping to one knee, my arm on my knee and my forehead on my arm. “Please stand, knight. I believe he called?” questioned King Peter, looking at Caspian arrogantly. “Well, yes, but I thought you’d be… older,” stuttered Caspian, immediately making me gasp in disbelief and look at him incredulously. I slapped my palm against my forehead, muttering curse words under my breath. “Well, if you like, we could come back in a few years,” stated King Peter, walking away slightly, and throwing a secret wink at me that made me smile slightly. “No, that’s alright!” started Caspian, making me giggle. Caspian threw a panicked glance at me as I tried to stop my laughter. “He’s clearly being sarcastic, Cas. Please, don’t embarrass me in front of royalty,” I muttered softly, though I’m certain King Peter heard. “I’m royalty,” protested Caspian under his breath. “Not royalty from 1000 years ago, from the golden age of Narnian!” I whispered back, rolling my eyes subtly. “A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes,” said Trufflehunter’s voice, cutting through our whispered conversation. Reepicheep then took control of the conversation as I examined the 4 kings and queens. All of them seemed to be pretty close in age, King Peter and Queen Susan probably closest to my age. “Y/N, we’re moving,” said Caspian from right beside me, making me jump slightly. I turned my face slightly, just to notice the proximity between us. Suddenly, butterflies swarmed in my stomach as Caspian walked away, leaving me behind in a confused daze. What was that?

“I agree with Peter,” I said, making Caspian look at me with a pang of hurt. “There’s no point in staying here, with only one entry and exit. We have to go to the castle and fight. It’s our only resort,” I continued, making Peter and Edmund both give me quick smiles. “Knight Y/N is right,” stepped in Reepicheem, making me bow my head slightly in acknowledgment. “So it’s settled? We storm the castle?” I asked, Peter, confirming and settling the matter. As soon as the meeting ended, Capsian stormed out after shooting me a sneer, Susan following after him with no hesitation. The sight made my heart twinge slightly, a heavy feeling in my throat I couldn’t dislodge. I walked quickly out of the room before the tears could spill, going to sit on one of the ledges at the top of the How. “Y/N,” asked a soft voice, immediately making me wipe the tears off my cheeks. “Hey Peter,” I said, clearing my throat, not having the strength to look at the boy. “I know it’s stupid to ask, but are you okay?” he asked, sitting down next to me, his legs dangling over the edge. “I’m fine,” I said, too quickly. His arm then wrapped around my shoulders, causing the walls to crack as my tears started flowing at an alarmingly fast rate. “Hey, hey hey hey, shhh,” soothed Peter, rubbing circles into my shoulder as I dug the base of my palm into my eye sockets, physically trying to stop the tears. “He was my best friend and then I lost him because of Miraz. I can’t lose him again, I just can’t,” I conceded, feeling weak. “Hey, you won’t lose him okay? And If he tries to do anything, I will ensure that he is dealt with,” replied Peter, pulling my palms away from my face and tilting my face so he was looking directly into my eyes. “What, you’ll murder him?” I joked lightly, tears blurring my view. “Worse,” he replied with a visible grin, making me laugh through the tears. “Thanks, Pete,” I said softly as our laughter died down, the nickname rolling off my tongue easily. “No problem love,” he said, ruffling the top of my head. I stuck my tongue out at him, our laughter echoing in the darkening skies. The pain in my chest, however, did not ebb away, smiles smaller than they would be.

I stood firmly on one of the Telmarine’s shields as soldiers surrounded me. I swung my swords around, killing the three men around me. I noticed a troupe of soldiers climbing up the stairs leading directly to where I stood. Just a few ways from there stood Caspian, valiantly fighting four Telmarines at the same time with just a shield, his sword lost in the fight. I grinned as an idea popped into my head and I kneeled forward, making the shield slide down the stairs, taking me with it. I slid down the stairs quickly, making the Telmarines fall aside as I barrelled right through them, my swords dealing with the rest of them. “Cas, catch,” I yelled as my momentum picked up, the flight of stairs ending as the shield slid across the slick ground. I threw one of my swords, which flew gracefully through the air right into Capsian’s waiting hand. “Thanks, N/N,” he yelled, immediately slashing at the soldiers in front of him, killing them immediately. I jumped and rolled off of the shield just as I crashed into the wall. Suddenly, I heard a distinct crash near the gate we had entered, and then the rolling of metal as the gate slowly fell. I watched in horror as one of the minotaurs ran toward the gate, lifting it on his shoulders singlehandedly. “FALL BACK,” I heard Peter’s voice ring through the halls, making me glance toward him and see his panic-stricken gaze. His eyes met mine a moment later, and I nodded at him, the most comfortable I could provide. Suddenly, two Telmarines were on me and I broke eye contact, blocking their attacks with a screeching sound before stabbing the sword toward them, my other sword with Caspian. I slowly inched toward the gate, fighting off the Telmarines that had decided I was the only weak link left. Narnians rushed toward the gate and ran past the minotaur, who ferociously held his own. Distracted, I slipped on the wet ground, my ankle rolling as I bit my tongue in pain, slightly adjusting so I could defend myself against the Termarines still attacking me. I heard a galloping near me just as I sliced the last Telmarine’s head off. I looked away from the fallen body toward the sound to see Caspian, Peter, and the Professor riding toward me. Both Caspian and Peter held their arms down, ready to lift me onto their horse. Still peeved with Caspian, I grabbed Peter’s arm as he passed by me before Caspian could cross by, my ankle causing white hot pain to burn through my body. I swung my body over the horse, immediately grabbing onto Pater’s waist, sighing in relief at the immediate loss of pressure on my injury. As I glanced back to look at Caspian, a crestfallen expression clouded his face, a pang of guilt pulsing in my heart. I turned to face forwards, and just as we crossed the gate, the minotaur looking at me hopefully. Then, I heard a sound that made my heart drop.

The gate had fallen, trapping half the Narnians inside. Peter turned his horse to face the gate, his shoulders slumping. Capsian and the professor passed us as Peter looked around to face me, Susan, and anyone who could do anything. The helpless looks each of us held further fueled his desperation as he looked back at the trapped Narnians. A knot formed in my throat as one of the centaurs nodded before turning around, leading a charge at the remaining Telmarines. “PETER, THE BRIDGE,” yelled Caspian’s voice, making Peter snap out of his daze, glancing at me and then the trapped Narnians before starting the horse again. The horse galloped, leaping above the gap on the other side, leaving the Narnians behind. I tightly grasped Peter’s waist, burying my head into the back of his shoulder, the last expressions of the Narnians’ etched into my memories.

“Y/N, come on,” I heard a voice say, making me clearly look around. We had reached a relatively safe part of the woods, and people were dismounting the horses to proceed on foot. Peter was the one who had awoken me, sliding off the horse once I came to and then helping me down. Caspian was getting off his own horse right next to us, landing on the ground with a thud. I swung my leg over the horse’s body to one side before jumping down, landing on both feet. Blood rushed to my ankle, making me yelp in pain. Immediately, two sets of arms were around me, helping me support my weight. “I got this,” said Peter through gritted teeth, glaring at Caspian before lifting me up so his arms were supporting the crook of my knees and my upper back. I curled into his side, the pain easing slowly as the other two sets of hands immediately let go of me. Peter then walked forward with a surge of power, a glance showing me the sight of Caspian standing alone in the woods, a wide berth around which people moved. “I’m not letting Caspian be around you after the way he hurt you, I swear to Aslan,” said Peter angrily, the guilt building up to create rage. I didn’t respond, choosing to close my eyes again and try to ignore everything.

The sun was rising soon enough, just as we reach Aslan’s How. “What happened?” asked Lucy, a pained expression on her face as she took in the sight. So few of us hand returned. “Ask him,” sneered Peter, still carrying me. “Peter,” admonished Susan, just as Caspian questioned, “Me?”. “Cas,” I warned lowly, making him glance at me for a second softly, his expression then hardening as he looked at Peter. “You could have called it off, there was still time,” protested Caspian, making both Peter and Caspian slow to a halt. Peter slowly released me, supporting my weight with my arms, my injured ankle floating slightly above the ground as I balanced myself. “There wasn’t thanks to you,” said Peter, voice metallic with anger. “If you’d kept to the plan, then those soldiers would definitely be alive right now,” continued Peter, pointing accusingly at Caspian, his other arms supporting me. “AND IF YOU’D JUST STAYED HERE LIKE I’D SUGGESTED, THE DEFINITELY WOULD BE,” yelled Caspian just as angrily. “You called us, remember?” asked Peter sarcastically, slowly easing away the support. “My first mistake,” stated Caspian. “Caspian, that’s enough,” I chided sharply. “No, your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people,” said Peter, walking away. “Peter, stop it,” I said venomously, trying to stop the argument. “HEY!” yelled Caspian, making Peter look at him with a disgusted expression. “I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.” “You invaded Narnia, you have no more right to be here than Miraz does,” yelled Peter at Caspian, Capsian walking away quickly. I tried to follow Caspian, grasping onto his sleeves desperately in vain. “You, him your father. Narnia’s better of without the lot of you,” yelled Peter after him, making Caspian stop in his tracks. Caspian yelled, drawing his sword and pointing it at Peter, who retaliated. “WOAH, THAT IS ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU STOP IT,” I yelled, leaping forward and placing myself between their swords. “Trumpkin,” I gasped softly, making both the men turn to look where I was staring, heartbroken. “TRUMPKIN, NO” I yelled, rushing forward, ignoring the pain in my ankle as I landed next to the dwarf, who was not responding. “Lucy, please,” I begged as she ran forward with her cordial, a drop spilling from the bottle as she knelt next to Trumpkin beside me, Susan and Edmund also surrounding him. He gasped suddenly, making me laugh in relief as he sat up and said, “What are you all staring at for? Telermaines will be here soon enough.” “I’m so happy to have you, Trumpkin,” I said, pulling the dwarf into a reluctant hug. “Y/N, you need some too,” gasped Lucy as she noticed my ankle, which was now a sickly purple. “Oh, it’s fine, nothing a little transformation can’t fix,” I replied, shrugging a little. “Transformation? Whatever do you mean?” asked Edmund, Susan giving a cordial nod to show her curiosity. Peter and Lucy shared expressions of understanding before looking at me. “... wait, you guys don’t know?” I asked, making the two all just look at me with more confusion. “Oh, this is awesome,” I replied, grinning mischievously as I breathed in for a minute before changing my form, immediately healing my hurt ankle as I took the shape of a raven. “Wait, that means you’re not human!” exclaimed Susan as I flitted around from creature to creature, breaking up the sad aura slightly. I did notice that Ginabrik was missing, but didn’t pay much heed to it as I perched on Lucy’s shoulder, who scratched the edge of my wing with a single finger. I then flew off of her and transformed back into my normal form, the injury in my ankle now gone. “So I carried you all this way for nothing?!” said an exasperated Peter once he realized that I was healed. “Yep, basically,” I said, smiling slyly before going into the How, Peter following beside and muttering angrily, Edmund and Trumpkin falling into stride behind us. “One drop of Adam’s blood. Then I am yours, my King,” I heard a sugar-sweet voice whisper through the tunnels of the How, I sudden wintry cold settling in my bones. Edmund and Peter both froze as they heard the voice, making me unsheathe my sword silently in preparation for the danger to come.

“Stop!” Peter yelled as he ran forward, the rest of us following him as we rounded the corner right in front of the broken Table. Caspian stood as if in a trance in the middle of a circle, his hand outstretched toward the scary but beautiful woman. “PETER, GET TO CASPIAN!” I yelled, taking over his fight with the hag, allowing him to run forward and push Caspian out of the circle. “I heard Lucy yell in pain, but before I could do anything the hag leaped at me again, forcing me back into the fight. Different sorts of groans and growls filled the How as everyone fought, Peter now standing in front of the witch with his sword pointed threateningly. “Peter dear, I missed you. Come. Just one drop,” coaxed the witch, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “Get away from me,” I growled as the hag stood up, jumping on my back and distracting me again. “DON’T DO IT PETER!” I yelled as Peter’s sword lowered slowly, just as I buried my sword into the hag’s chest. I started to run toward the ice wall, only to see it start to shatter, the tip of a sword destroying the ice bit by bit. The ice shattered completely to reveal Edmund, his sword raised above him in both his hands. I walked gingerly toward Peter and Caspian, both of whom were facing Edmund. “I know. You had it sorted,” muttered Edmund, walking away. Peter followed immediately after, Lucy and Trumpkin leaving to go back up, leaving Capsian and me alone. “WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU,” I yelled into the boy’s face, jabbing my finger into his chest, forcing him to hurriedly stumble away. “THE WHITE WITCH?” I groaned in frustration. “I didn’t expect it to be her,” protested Capian weakly. “You can’t risk like this Caspian, you have to lead us. I hate to say it, but Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy will have to leave and go back to their home, wherever it is! You are our only chance, you can’t just fucking blow it!” I explained to him through gritted teeth, crossing my arms angrily. “Please,” I whimpered, making Caspian expression fall. “Please be safe. I can’t lose more people,” I whispered almost silently before I ran off, leaving Caspian to stand in the room alone, the evidence of his stupidity staring him in the face. I went up the How, leaning against one of the walls and sitting, fiddling with the edge of my vest. I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up to someone yelling my name. I stood up immediately, hitting my head against the wall. I groaned in pain, running in the direction of the voice to reach the front of the How, Caspian, Peter, Lucy, and Edmund gathered in the area, and Susan, the professor, and the others gathered just beyond on the same level. “What is it?” I questioned, rubbing at my head as I walked out. I then noticed the large army walking toward the How, carrying weapons and catapults the Old Narnians couldn’t even begin to fight alone. A steady thumping emanated from the marching soldiers as I looked at Capsian worriedly, an anxious expression on his face too. I reached for his hand, which wrapped around mine easily. “We need a plan. Now,” said Peter, Caspian nodding in agreement for once.

“And she won’t be alone,” Susan and I said simultaneously, both of us glancing at each other in support. “Haven’t enough of us died already?” asked Trumpkin in a pained voice, looking from me to Lucy. “None of us have lost hope,” I muttered softly, making Trumpkin’s expression soften. “For Aslan,” I heard Repicheep say, drawing his sword. “For Aslan,” echoed another one of the bears. “And for Narnia,” I said, my voice ringing with an air of finality. “Then I’m going with the both of you,” said Trumpkin, making both of us disagree. “We need you here,” said Lucy. “We have to hold them off until Lucy, Susan, and Y/N get back,” said Peter. “If I may,” Capsian said respectfully, making me smile at the boy, “Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer… but as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one, in particular, that may buy us some time.” I grinned as I realised the brilliance of the plan.

“Lucy, you have to go alone,” said Susan to her younger sister, sweeping off her horse and standing beside my own horse, which Caspian had lent. She smacked the horse, who reared and took off running, before looking at me and nodding determinedly. I swept off my own horse, swinging my swords around. Susan attacked the Telarmarines in the distance, while I attacked the ones which tried to approach Susan. Soon, however, there were too many to fight, one of my swords lost somewhere, the other struggling valiantly against the many Telmarines. Suddenly, I heard the sound of galloping as I fell backward, a horse rearing and crushing the last of the Telmarines under its mighty hooves. “Y/N!” I heard a familiar voice say, Caspian appeared in front of me and grabbed my arm, immediately pulling me up before helping Susan as well. “Are you okay?” asked Capsian, looking over me and then at Susan, both of us nodding. He enveloped me in a strong hug, making the adrenaline slow down a bot as my heart eased it’s thumping. “We should go then,” said Caspian, helping me up onto my own horse and then aiding Susan behind me. The three of us took off to where the duel was ongoing, Peter glancing around worriedly between us for his youngest sister. I shook my head solemnly, making his expression fall slightly. “Thank you,” I heard Peter say to Caspian before Peter directed me to stand bedside Edmund and Capsian, tasking Susan with going up the How with the rest of the archers.

“CASPIAN, NO!” I yelled as he ran toward a group of four Telmarines, fighting all of them single-handedly. I continued fighting the two Telmarines on me, making a quick job of them before looking back at Caspian. He looked overwhelmed as more Telmarines huddled around him, recognizing him as the main threat. I slayed the Terlmarines that surrounded me, making slow progress in Caspian’s direction. Just as I reached him, I noticed a small dagger in the hand of one of the soldiers who stood behind Caspian. “CASPIAN, CAREFUL,” I tried warning to no avail as my voice was silenced by the din of the battle waging around us. In a desperate last attempt, I knocked down one of the Telmarines in front of me. As he fell, I placed my foot on his shoulder and leaped behind Caspian, just as the dagger dove to pierce Caspian. “Y/N!” screamed Caspian, though his voice was slowly becoming softer as I fell to the ground, the dagger pierced my abdomen. I heard Caspian roar before attacking the soldiers around him with new fervor, forming a circle of protection around me as blood slowly left my body, the dagger still in place. A sharp burning clouded my senses, leaving me useless on the battlefield. Everything faded to black, with no energy for me to try and heal myself.

A warm flavor spread across my tongue, almost like cinnamon, vanilla, and fire. The slow throbbing in my lower abdomen halted, leaving me in a surprisingly unhurt state. “She isn’t waking up! Why isn’t she waking up?!” I heard a pained voice call out, the familiar voice and the hurt behind it making my own heart ache. “Y/N, please wake up, please,” the voice pleaded, a hand brushing the side of my face. I flinched, my eyes flicking open, the sunlight immediately burning into my face. “That tastes really good, can I have some more?” I murmured deliriously, rubbing at my eyes and trying to push myself up. “YOU’RE AWAKE,” a voice yelled, a set of arms immediately tackling me back into the… bed? “No, I’m a ghost! Now, geddof me you oaf,” I protested, pushing at Caspian to get away from me, though his arms gave a sense of security that made my heart thrum. I looked around to see we were in the castle, Lucy standing on the side with a smile on her face. “Thank you,” I mouthed to her and she grinned at me in return, walking delicately out of the room and closing the door, leaving me and Caspian alone. “Do you know how scared I was? I would never forgive myself if you died because of me!” scolded Caspian, his arms nearly suffocating me as he continued to hold onto me for dear life. “Oh, who cares about me? I’m just one of the knights,” I replied airily, squirming in the boy’s grip. “No,” said Caspian, loosening his hold on me to move and sit right in front of me, his weight on my legs. “You are the most important person I have in my life Y/N. If you died, I wouldn’t be able to live,” he said, a ringing honesty in his voice that made my eyes water. “Now rest up. You and I, my dear, have a lot of adventures to go on,” said Caspian, laying down next to me, both of us falling asleep in the room. Caspian’s room.

#caspian x reader #prince caspian x reader #knight!reader #i'm so tired #narnia x reader #narnia

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thegreenwolf · 5 months

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Okay. I love how this little vintage Marx "Bullet" German shepherd turned out, but I have sworn off customizing any rubber figurine that does not already have smooth seams. You can see what I had to start with as the unpainted one is about the same condition as the painted, and there is just nothing that sands rubber smooth the same way as plastic. Also, trying to fill in those teensy little spaces in the belly and forelegs was maddening.

But--flaws aside--look how cute the little guy is! I love his expression, and the little raised paw, and he's not quite 1 1/2" tall. Definitely going to be a one of a kind piece, as the unpainted one is staying within my very specific "mid-century mass-produced German shepherd figurines and toys" collection. You can give this custom a new home at https://www.etsy.com/listing/1602325960/nicky-custom-black-and-tan-marx-roy

#German shepherd #GSD #Alsatian #dog #dogs #toy dog #toys #customized toys #Marx toys #vintage toys #Roy Rogers #Bullet #scale model #miniatures #painted minis

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renguro · 2 years

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I’ll do a redraw of the group photo, but I thought it’d be fun to line them all up by height, even if some aren’t proportioned great to be scaled down *cough Chandlo*. I think I’ll take requests just for main cast Bugsnax stuff for a little while, so please feel free to check in!

Finally, design notes under the cut for all the Grumpuses, because I had a lot of fun and I’m gonna draw a lot more

Wambus: Farmer so nice you draw him twice-- With Wambus I knew I wanted to make him beefy, and while I’m not quite happy with how thick his legs are, I think he turned out nice. I tried a different fur color pattern than I’d tried before, and colored him like a dog. Similarly to some of the other Grumpuses feeling like they’d have more personality added with a tail, I gave him one! He’s got scars here and there from working in the fields all these years.

Shelda: Huge fan of how Shelda turned out, I love how she looks like a wet squirrel and really sticks out from the rest of the Grumpuses in terms of body types, just like in the game. Tried to hide flowers in the gradient on her tail, legs, and arms. Tried to go for an ‘earring’ kind of feel to the ends of her flower crown. Also, unlike all the other grumps, she doesn’t have any eyebrow lines.

Wiggle: Probably the one I had the most fun drawing. I love her crooked teeth and painted nails. The green from her nose just stuck out too much, and it didn’t feel like I could fit it into the patterns on her fur, so I painted her nails instead. Stars in her gradient because she’s my star. She’s meant to look curvy, but those are not boobs PLEASE. Tiny little tail, like a bear’s.

Lizbert: Took a while to figure out how to pose her, but matching her up with Eggabell would be cute, so. Covered in heroic scars from grand adventures. I tried to work patterns into her gradient that looked like a treasure map’s dashed lines and x’s, but it ended up not looking all that great. Similarly to Wambus, I gave her fur a pattern like a dog’s. Also, chipped tooth from kissing eggs too hard.

Snorpy: I’d say he was the hardest for me to get a grasp on designing. Had NO idea where I wanted to go with him, but I knew I didn’t want him to be particularly fluffy. After I was done with his body, he felt like he was missing something, so I gave him his tail, and made it rounded like his hair. My idea is that it’s prehensile and it frees up his hands for more chart writing. Didn’t have any good ideas for cute patterns to put on him to be honest, but I was very happy when I got the idea for giving him ‘stubble’.

Triffany: One of my favorite designs. She reminds me of a stegosaurus or something. Got pawprints in her gradient, to symbolize her adventures, or perhaps ancient Grumpus cave paintings? Gave her freckles too, to make the pawprints not stand out quite as much at a first glance. The lighter markings on the bottom of her hands weren’t planned, but I thought her hands looked a bit plain even with her paw pads, and I didn’t want to put another dark gradient there and recycle ideas I’d done before. Snuck in more of her nose color with the claw slits(?) on her feet. I don’t know if it’s noticeable, but I put gray streaks in her hair.

Filbo: He kickstarted this blame him. He’s a teensy bit rough, but he’s still my absolute favorite I drew. He’s clumsy, so he gets scars from all of his many spills, and lots of personalized bandaids from Eggabell. I couldn’t not give him big obnoxious freckles.

Eggabell: I tried to make her less pink but I just kept thinking about how she looked like Chansey or Audino and I leaned into it. She was pretty hard for me too, since I wasn’t sure just how hard into the whole egg shape I wanted to lean. Of course, she gets egg shaped spots.

Chandlo: LOVED drawing Chandlo. His arms were a challenge, but they look like they’ve got the power to dunk and hold his boyfriend. Gave him a lighter stomach to emphasize how ripped he is. His hair coming out of his hat wasn’t there at first, but he needed just a bit more something. He’s got simple stripes, because I started thinking of sports and then I thought of Tony the Tiger...

Beffica: I liked doing the details on her face the most. It was here that I decided to do more than just a gradient like I did on Filbo. Stuck hearts on her, when I draw her again I’ll definitely give her more. I’ll also make her front teeth shorter, they almost look like they’re a similar length to Chandlo’s.

Snorpy: Another problem child with their design. I knew I wanted their arms to be longer than their body/legs, and that was easy enough, but when it came to patterns I was stumped. The normal rounded tail that I gave Snorpy didn’t look quite right, and didn’t feel very ‘Floofty’. The tradeoff is now it doesn’t look too convenient if their tail was prehensile. I like what I did with their hair, it wasn’t intentional, but it almost looks like they have a sidecut. Like one part of their head ‘shaved’.

Cromdo: I meant for his ‘hair’ to just be hair, but when I properly attached it to his head like hair would be, it looked strange. And I really liked how the hair looked, so I erased where I was attaching it to his head and realized it looked a lot like an axolotl’s gills. So I leaned into it. Does Cromdo have gills? Probably not, but they’re pretty neat. Like with Wiggle, I was having trouble sneaking more of the blue from his nose into his design, but I don’t feel like Cromdo’s the type to paint his nails, and I didn’t give him paw pads, so I had to improvise. Blue on his hair and the little diamonds on his leg. Maybe he was a gambler. Gramble: FRECKLY STRAWBERRY I didn’t continue the trend of coloring their mouths like their nose/pawpads since not every Grumpus had their mouth open, but I think Snorpy, Floofty, Cromdo, Wambus and Wiggle have similar mouth coloring. Now that I look at it, he’s the only one I gave a darker colored stomach to, even though it’s not super noticeable under his sweater.

#bugsnax #bugsnax wambus #bugsnax shelda #bugsnax wiggle #bugsnax lizbert #bugsnax snorpy #bugsnax triffany #bugsnax filbo #bugsnax eggabell #bugsnax chandlo #bugsnax beffica #bugsnax floofty #bugsnax cromdo #bugsnax gramble

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