#╰ & ♡ character ﹕ ﹙ sweet pea. ﹚

[shecharm]

*   @destructivour​ sent;   you  know  exactly  what  i  want .   ||   prompted,  accepting.

his words stir the beginnings of confusion within shefox,  head tilted to the right at first then ever slowly transitioning . . to the left.  he wanted something from her ?  how peculiar.  ears atop her head suddenly perk and flutter as if recalling a fond memory  -  suddenly a smile breaks ‘cross pink lips and small hands escape the oversized sleeves of her kimono to clasp tightly together.  “a pat on the head?”  she asks,  quite seriously despite her grin.

“it must be that,  right~?”  teasing lilt enters her tone and she cannot refrain from snickering.  ah,  but she remembers his temper and then shakes her head.  “no . . that cannot be it.”  and so,  she’s forced to resume her deep consideration;  what could he want from her ?  my,  how stumped he’d gotten her !

suddenly,  a gasp.  “did you get hurt again?”  she’s now looking him up and down with a concerned expression.  “i really hope not . . i would have to begin thinking you are clumsy if so.”

#// grimm..... sweet pea.... baby boy.... she is dumb #♡ ——— ﹙ answered . ﹚ #destructivour #♡ ——— ﹙ in character . ﹚

[baldval]

Can you do a Vox x reader where we comfort Vox after Valentino broke his screen?

please and thank you!

TO BE HUNTED!₊˚⊹♡

characters: vox x gn!reader (stablished relationship)

warnings: implied violence from valentino (not mentioned explicitly)

wc: 608

a/n: tried to make this short and sweet, also i don't know how to fix screens??? i just talked about it as if it was average human skin.

"sit down." your tone is crisp, an order, not a request.

you walk not towards him but to the freezer as you speak, and when you turn around, there is a bag of frozen peas in your hand.

"i'm okay," he tells you, but he can't stop the hiss of pain that emerges when you press the bag of peas - gently, and wrapped in a paper towel - against the left side of his screen.

there's a slight sting too, enough to make him think that the glass might be broken.

"sure you are." your voice is dry and when he chances a glance up at you, you're actually rolling her eyes. "that's why you're going to have a black eye the size of Jupiter in the morning." you lift the bag a little, pursing your lips at what you see: a huge line going from his right eye towards the left part of his mouth. "i have some paper stitches upstairs in my med bag; you might need them."

when you press the bag back down, there's another sting. his screen was definitely broken. he's expecting the pain this time so he keeps the hiss back. his hand is warm against yours when you take him by the wrist.

it's not romantic , you're just checking his pulse, however, you can't help but feel certain butterflies in your stomach as you feel the contact of his skin against your fingers.

"where else?"

it's on the tip of his tongue to tell you that he's absolutely fine but the look that you give him has him rethinking that notion.

"ribs," he admits. "left side. i'm pretty sure they're only bruised…"

"let me be the judge of that." you kneel down beside him, fingers making short work of the buttons of his shirt, lips pursing again when you see the livid red marks shaped like someone's boot.

your hands run across the marks, probing and pressing and it's hard for vox not to squirm because not only are your hands cold but also because usually when your hands are moving across his skin like this, it's very much not in a medical capacity. which is something that his body doesn't seem to recognise, even if he is in pain.

as you straighten up, you look back into his eyes, a relieved look on your face. "nothing broken," you confirm. "but I wouldn't be doing anything strenuous if I was you."

he can't help himself. he reaches out his free hand, cupping your cheek. "aw… shame."

he's not actually being serious, but amusement flickers across your face. "you cannot possibly be turned on by this scenario." you tease.

vox drops the bag of peas on the kitchen table, pulling you onto his lap. you go easily, looping your arms around his neck.

"i think you seriously need to reconsider the effect that you have on me at all times," he tells you, bringing his lips towards you for a kiss.

it doesn't last as long as he would like, his own hiss of pain being the main cause of that, and your reaction is half resigned, half 'i told you so'

"so, doctor," he asks as you drop your forehead against his, "what's the prescription?"

"bed rest." your reply is prompt as your hands slide towards his, threading your fingers through his and pulling him up.

"lots of lots of bed rest…" there's a twinkle in your eyes that he's very familiar with and loves to see. "while i see what it takes to kiss you better."

vox thinks that the answer to that particular question is 'not much'.

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[salaciousdoll]

✩˚｡⋆ ⋆ ⋆ Cherry Phone Call ⋆ ⋆ ⋆ ˚｡✩

･˳ . ⋆ Phone call with Kenny Ackerman x Fem!reader･˳ . ⋆

୨୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Be advised to the warnings of smut, Kenny being in control, free use( your idea), talks of groupsex, voyeurism mentioned, dirty talking, pet names( cherry, sweet pea, sweet thing, pretty one, etc.), degrading, praising, phone sex with your bestfriend listening on the other end, Ken is a big mean one here, body fluids( cum, squirting, etc.), impact play( spanking, choking, etc.), reader will always be in her 20s in my fics, Kenny is in his late 40s a little self indulgent here, Kenny has all his clothes on and you don’t have any on, talks about going in public, marking with marker( permanent one), Wc: 2k

Minors do not interact, 18+

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Bringing up free use to Kenny was something you wanted to regret, yet you couldn’t because he took care of all of your fantasies at once. Kenny once took you in front of multiple men, men you and him are around daily. Two of those men were Erwin and his nephew, Levi. Erwin was supposed to be the one you sought after, but Kenny managed to scoop you up and now you’re glad he did. Nothing against Erwin though.

Kenny's words as he took you in front of them still stuck with you as you were now on the phone with your bestfriend talking about her sex life and how good the man was. You didn’t pay attention to anything she was saying as you laid on your pretty pink and cheetah bed set. You laid on your stomach in nothing but your zebra panties with a pink bow on the back and no bra. You couldn’t pay attention to her details because Kenny was in your mind with his words repeating over and over. “ Such a good girl for them, huh.” “ gonna let em’ use your hole as well, sweet thing?” “ oh, you’re clenching me like a little whore at the thought of them taking you as well.”

You were too lost in your head to feel Kenny’s hands on your ass spreading it apart to reveal your wet pussy print in your Zebra-pink panties, “ Fuck, sweet pea. Yer’ fucking wet while on the phone talking to your friend. It can’t be her getting you wet, so it gotta be your dirty little mind speaking to ya.”

Once you heard Kenny’s voice, you were about to turn around to kiss him, but he pushed your body back down, “ I’m gonna’ fuck you now and you’re gonna still be on the phone with her. I could hear her talking about her sex life with ya’ sweetheart, so let’s give her something to go off with to her little sex buddy, think of it as competition, pretty thing.”

If your pussy could talk, she would be screaming and talking gibberish with excitement. He ripped your panties open causing a gasp out of you and you were about to speak, when he suddenly slid inside of you pulling a yelp out of you prior to you smacking a hand over your own damn mouth.

What? What happen, {reader}?”, Your best friend said over the phone.

You tried to gather enough saliva in your mouth, so you could speak without sounding broken up or dry. You couldn’t not when Kenny shoved his cock inside of you and is not just letting you cockwarm him. Your walls were shaping around his cock perfectly and he felt it, which led to him letting out a loud groan.

He chuckled afterwards when he heard your best friend asking you if you were okay on the phone. He slowly sat his clothed torso on your back and grabbed your hand, lacing both of your fingers together. He moved some of your hairstyle out the way and whispered in your ear, “ Now talk. Talk like your normal conversation, little pea. Don’t falter unless you want her to find out how much bigger of a slut you are than her. “

You shakily put the phone on speaker and choked out a sharp, “ hey. I’m good j-just fell.” Your bestfriend laughed and said something but again it was fading out since your brain was beginning to become mushy at Kenny stroking his dick inside of you so slowly. The drag of his cock going in and out felt so good. Your pussy was playing with him as well. He felt your pussy squeeze around his thick cock and he felt in heaven. But he wanted to go to hell, so he raised up a little— his cock following prior to snapping his hips into your ass creating ripples and snatching a loud moan out of you.

Your best friend was still oblivious or was trying to act oblivious yet you didn’t care at the moment if she heard. Not when Kenny was pounding inside of your pussy. The greatest part about this is that his clothes were still on and yet none of yours was on. You felt so slutty, just the way you liked it.

Kenny untangled his left hand from yours and placed his big, rough hands on your arms that were spread in T motion, “ You’ve done it now, Sweet pea. You let her know who’s fucking you now. Sure she’s listening, I mean listen to her end.” And you did, nothing came out from it ever since you let out a moan.

You didn’t care about anything but cock right now, so you whined underneath Kenny, “ Pl—, please sir, please fuck me. Treat me like a common hole, a common whore, please!”

Kenny smirked in victory and held your arms down with his hands, “ Glady, doll.” Ken started to pound into your pussy like there was no tomorrow. The feeling of his jeans snapping into your bare ass sent you into a frenzy of moans. His cock was so big inside of you and you couldn’t think because of it. The curve of it reached the surface of your walls creating more pleasure. He then leaned his body up a little and pounded into you. Prone bone was a position everyone should try and this was your first time trying it and you loved it.

The sloppiness of your pussy was making him grunt out curse words left and right, “ Fuck, little cherry. Ughh! Fucking pussy is eating up this old man dick. Shit! Keep squeezing me.” He loved the feeling of your pussy clamping down on him. The push he used whenever and however he wanted. Your hole was being abused by his cock right now especially with this position. His dick dug further into you when he moved up and down inside of you.

“ Haa, hnngh! Yes yes like that. Wan’ more, give me more!”, You moaned as he took you from behind. He stopped which caused you to whine but that ended when he harshly slapped your ass. You thought he was gonna stop, but he kept slapping it. Your legs kicked underneath him as he slapped your ass with his cock still inside of you. Once He was finished after four slaps on each ass cheek did the job for him— tears were beautifully dripping down your face like paint on the wall. You were frustrated and horny. You didn’t even know what you did to be spanked.

“ Keep your damn mouth shut next time, holes don’t talk or demand anything. They’re just holes, free to use and abuse however I want. They don’t beg either, sweet thing, all I want to hear is your moans, got it girl?”, Kenny said above you.

When you didn’t answer, his hand found your head of hair and yanked it up to make you hold eye contact with him. He chuckled when he saw your tears and felt your pussy clenching around him, “ I don’t like repeating himself, little minx. Do yo-”

“ I’m sorry!”, you yelled out not wanting to get his punishment again like last time, denied orgasm as his friends and family used you at the back of the bar Levi was having a surprise party at. Levi didn’t like the party even if it was for him, but you did. Hell you made him like the party when he was using your ass roughly with preparation of Kenny, of course.

“ I understand… I apologize, sir.”, You say as you were still being held up by your hair bunched into his hand. He narrowed his eyes and moved his hat off his head and placed it on yours, “ You’re fine, pretty one. Now are you gonna let me fuck ya’ like I wan’?”

You nodded with a soft whisper of a yes. He let you go and took off his collar shirt, making the top part of his body bare now. He still had his jeans and socks on, yet he didn’t care not when you were trying to wiggle your ass to make his dick move inside of you.

He chuckled to himself and leaned down to wrap both of his arms around your neck, “ Should’ve listened.” He squeezed his arms together a bit, giving you a little air before plowing into you like a man on a mission. For someone his age, you would think they would be out of energy by now, but it’s like the more he fucked into your crying pussy the more he got energy. Your pussy is powerful and he’s gonna fuck it until you drain him out of energy.

The slaps of skin meeting pants were heard throughout the room along with your loud screams and moans. The bed was even hard as he knocked into the wall in the rhythm of his hips.

“ cum on my dick, sweet pea. Give me yer’ cum so I can just- uuhn shit!- fuck my cum into ya’.” Kenny says as he choked you out. Soon your screams turned into choking sounds as you tried to catch words in your throat but couldn’t because it was too much and you were on the verge of cumming.

He knew because you always babbled when you were about to cum. “ Fuck. Fuck. Fu-uhhh. Please give me your babies, wanna be a mommy. Wan- ahhnn!- wanna be your cum slut. Please!” Every word you said was choked out, yet he made out every word.

He quicken his pace and fucked his hat off your head so hard that it bounced off the bed because of your hands trying to find something to clench onto. You hated that your bed was made up right now because that’s what made it hard for you to clench onto something.

Kenny grunts and moans were beginning to become louder as he came near his end. “ Sh-shit, cherry. Ya’ got an old man like me stuttering and moaning like a bitch in heat. Oh shit.” Your pussy gushes out water like a waterfall in a foreign country at the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

He could feel your cervix on his tip and that sent him over the edge, so when his cum poured into your pussy, you let out a strangled moan as you came onto his cock. Both of your groans and moans were heard on the phone and soon your bestfriend on the other hand came onto her hand as she fingered her pussy to the sounds coming from your end of the phone.

Once Kenny emptied out his balls into your pussy after two minutes, he caught his breath, “ holy shit! Doll, you did so good f’me. Such a good little free hole to use, even they said it.”. He slid himself out of you, his cock had watery white liquid all over it. Water from your squirting and white from his cum. Fuck you made him messy, oh well. Kenny tucked himself into his pants through the zipper leaving to grab a marker and big towel to put under you.

You, on the other hand, were still shaking on your bed, even your clit was twitching as cum slipped out of you and onto your covers. Kenny was gonna have to buy you a new set of sheets. Speaking of Kenny, he came back in with one of your favorite towels and a permanent marker, “ I ain’t done, sweet pea. Gonna fuck ya’ one more time here and then we’re gonna go find an alley or resturant to fuck ya’ in, feeling like pissing off Erwin and the rest of the police force today. “

You sighed and threw your head down into your covers. Today was gonna be a rough and law breaking day. You were so into your head that you didn’t even notice Kenny hung up the phone prior to writing on your back. You couldn’t see what he was writing, if only you knew he wrote the words, “ Old Man’s Whore” and “ Kenny Ackerman’s Slut” underneath it. Being free use was exciting and exhausting. Excitement was winning now because you were ready to see what position he uses next.

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[suiana]

he was there, and then he wasn't (various yandere characters x gn reader) (angstober day 3)

he was there when you first met.

helping you up after someone bumped into you, you couldn't help but blush at the handsome male who helped you up to your feet. calling you adorable with that attractive voice of his... wait, did he just give you his number?! is he implying that he wants to see you again?!

he was there when you two went on your first date.

you had decided to meet that cute guy who helped you up a few days back. i mean, what could possibly go wrong? he looked nice enough, talked charmingly... you're sure it would be fine. and if it doesn't, you could just pretend to have never have met him and go on with your life! what's the worst that could happen?

he was there when you decided to confess to him.

okay, so that first date went better than expected and now you two were dating, fantastic. you two were like two peas in a pod, the perfect duo, soulmates even! geez, you wonder what your life would've been like if he hadn't been there. must've been really lonely since you now felt that your soul is complete.

he was there when you moved in with him

your relationship had progressed really well and smoothly! apart from a few bumps here and there caused by his jealousy and possessiveness, everything else was great! he was an amazing boyfriend, loving and caring for your every need, and he was a great cook! what more could you ask for? plus that dick was 10/10.

so when he brought up taking the next step, of course you agreed! it's like being a married couple already hehe ♡

he was there when you two first fought.

okay so you two got into your first little argument... could you guess what it was for? that's right! he got jealous that you were spending more time with another man, aka your coworker!

it was horrible. i mean, isn't he being too possessive? sure, it may be endesring at first but after a while it gets too suffocating... maybe you should bre-

oh and he's already apologizing with flowers and tears in his eyes?! shit now you feel bad :( why would you even think of breaking up with your sweet boyfriend? he's just perfect for you! so what if he's possessive? you can overlook this tiny fact haha...

he was there when he proposed to you.

you couldn't believe it. is this... actually happening?! the love of your life proposed to you?! holy shit you can't control your feelings right now...

and so, you sobbed into your lover's chest, happily telling him you loved him as he chuckles, stroking your head in an attempt to comfort you. all while having natching rings on your fingers, promised to each other forever more.

and he was there when you realised that it was no more than a happy dream.

and it was the day of your wedding. the day you longed for, only for it to be ruined when you were informed that your lover had been caught in an accident, taking his life away.

sobbing your heart out, it felt like the world had come crashing down on you. you had promised your life with him and he just left so suddenly?!

maybe this was the way the heavenly beings above pulled a joke? causing you to meet your soulmate, making you two fall in love, and then taking him away from you at your happiest? whatever it is, you were now crushed, as though a part of you had been taken away.

seriously... if you knew this would've happened, you wouldn't have gone out on that god forsaken day. because while the times with him were the happiest, the times without him now would be ultimately depressing.

for he was your other half, the one who completes your soul. and when he left, he took half of your soul with him.

dazai osamu(?), gojo satoru, venti, childe, welt yang(?), jingyuan, aki hayakawa, your faves<3

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[tteokdoroki]

✉️; A ROYAL FIRST. - K.BOKUTO

💌; synopsis - the night before his wedding to another, his royal highness - king bokuto asks you, his childhood best friend, for advice on how to please someone.

↳ length: 3.2K

↳ warnings: smut, mdni 18+, fem!reader, characters aged up to 20s, royalty!au, mentions of death, unprotected sex, clothed sex, fingering ( f!receiving ), creampies, inexperienced!bokuto, king!bokuto, knight!reader.

↳ notes: hello everyone !! this was a lovely commission from @potionpeddlerpatchy who gave me permission to post !! i love writing bokuto sm, i hope you enjoy <3 - m.list ♡

you’ve known koutarō bokuto your entire life, your destinies intertwined by the simplicity of fate. 

your parents served under your companion’s predecessor, the king, long before your existence. your father was the closest thing a servant could be to the king’s right hand ( though just a mere royal cook ), your mother, the nanny to the two daughters and wailing son the queen had bared fruit to. as kind as she was, your mother had done her best to raise the princesses and prince when royal duties prevented their parents from adequately doing so— treating them as if they were her own.

though, not long after prince koutarō’s first tooth and birthday, it was announced to the princesses that their favourite nanny would be expecting, a little girl with galaxy eyes and an adorable face that showed a promising future. a young koutarō was equally as excited as your parents— obsessed with baby babbling to you before you’d even developed ears. 

some say that these moments had linked you for all of eternity.

so, you grew up alongside a prince who was far from neat, with unruly silvering and soot-covered locks, gaps in his teeth from where they’d gotten wobbly or he’d kicked out with friends he claimed were much stronger than you at the time. bokuto could be kind, not just a boy who picked on a girl maybe a little lesser than him. he would read you books from the libraries under blankets before bed while your mother drew him a hot bath; he would help you sound out the tongue twisting syllables of words you had yet to learn ( they were words used by only members of the courts ).

separating both yourself and koutarō was like removing peas from their pod— there was always a fuss, a sharp set of words from your mother as you were ushered out of the room and into the arms of scullery maids so she could prep him for bed. though, once you were old enough to pick a lock with a hairpin you'd stolen while learning to braid the princesses’ hair, yourself and koutarō would sneak into the royal kitchens after dark where your father would often leave out warm milk heated by the fire and slices of sweet apple and bitter imported cheese. 

when you weren’t sneaking about under your parents’ noses, his royal highness would chase you through perfectly primed and prepped royal rose gardens — hot on your heels, his hair tickled by a fresh summer’s breeze and exquisite royal garments spiked by thorns while you found yourself to be in an event grubbier state with dirt on your cheeks and your maid’s uniform torn in places. neither of you, as young children in a castle full of unknown discoveries, could seem to care, even if it meant ruining the queen’s tea parties with trade ambassadors and getting scolded beyond belief later.

bokuto is set to become king one day, you know that, as the first born son to his father. so when your early teens approach, he’s put into the same etiquette and history of the monarchy classes his two elder sisters took when they were his age. except bokuto struggles only just, he tries hard but the knowledge doesn’t come easy. so, you take to sitting with him in the back of lectures from the annoyingly snooty royal tutor who looks down on you for having scrubbed your knuckles raw in preparing their quarters the evening before. you help bokuto remember names of earls and dukes and foreign princes and their wives and their children by making up silly nicknames and pointing out their most noticeable features. 

you almost lose your composure to fits of giggles when you help your father cater the king’s audience, the court, on one occasion— where bokuto greets one of the dukes as ‘sir web feet’ for the peculiar way in which he stands. 

the queen and her daughters mourn the loss of your mother when you and the young prince hit sixteen. she’d been lost in childbirth to your younger brother and at first you resent him for it, barely aiding your father in taking care of the newborn and instead throwing yourself into what’s left of your mother’s duties. when the moon rises again, bokuto takes you for a ride on his horse to a spot with a winding tree from your childhood and lets you cry on his shoulders until your head aches, and you can’t breathe. he pets your hair, doesn’t let you go. the queen makes you her lady in waiting shortly after, gifting you a pair of diamond earrings on your eighteenth birthday. you gratefully accept, meaning you’ll be able to spend more time with koutarō even with his duties.

the same earrings you’re complimented on when you meet the royal baker’s apprentice for the first time—he calls you pretty, says that the gems cannot rival your infectious dazzle and you can’t help but bashfully mumble how you think he’s not too bad on the eyes either. and bokuto’s angsty teenage heart flares with jealousy upon noticing the baker’s boy attempting to claim your first kiss behind the palace’s cobblestone walls at the back entrance of the kitchen, near the apple tree which sources fruit for his elder sister’s favourite dessert.

and being the spoilt prince he is, the salt and pepper haired boy calls upon your feeble crush to do his bidding— ruining your first kiss. neither of you speak of the incident after that.

tragedy strikes again when the king goes to war— himself your father and a good portion of the other men in the kingdom drafted into battle are killed in action. you’ve mourned before, you have little time to grieve now that you must look after your brother too… but you remain a sturdy presence in the future king, koutarō’s life. he needs someone while funeral processions set a dark cloud over his homeland, while he’s rushed into glittering gems and a crown from stolen lands when he’s coronated swiftly after. 

though, you learn that fate and eternity are not kind to those born of different status— for bokuto is quickly and heavily pressured to find a princess or a lady or a duchess to marry, so he can produce heirs and appease his shaken kingdom. and you are quickly replaced as someone he needs, becoming someone he once knew. so you drown yourself in work, beg the queen mother to give you a place in the royal guard to earn more for your brother’s schooling, to protect him and yourself from any harm so that he doesn’t have to lose another. 

you work your way up the ranks while koutarō searches for his bride, and once he’s finally settled on a girl— you’ve settled as vice captain to the royal guard. 

you lead your new life with risk even though you’ve yet to tell King koutarō bokuto that you’ve loved him since you could talk, even after he ruined your first kiss and used you as a crutch of grief. you might as well live this way for your love finds himself promised to a sweet girl a few kingdoms over and you now know that realistically, you could never be with him— for once realising you’re of different worlds and that fate can be unkind no matter the circumstances.

“I-i’m…i’m not…”

“out with it, your majesty.” 

you have no idea why the king has turned to you, of all people, for advice. anyone with a set of working eyes could see how inappropriate it is to see the king stutter sweetly over easy words with red flamed cheeks in the presence of another woman… especially when he was due to be wed the day after next. 

but you haven’t the time to dwell on it too long, for you appreciate that koutarō has chosen you as company tonight before he severs your fate ties eternally by the bond of marriage to another. it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, he’s grown well and fine— hair tousled and framing his face in the light and dark of the moon, amber eyes glistening as if they carry sunshine and the warmth of a good fire. bokuto is broad, his shoulders squared, arms muscular and chest… well built. he’s handsome, but you’ve always known him to be. 

“i have no experience!” bokuto finally breathes out, the air carrying his words rushing out of him. “i am to be wed—“

“yes, sir. the engagement is hardly unheard of by the kingdom…”

“and i am expected to pleasure my future wife on the night of such wedding—“ 

you quirk a brow, leaning against the twisted tree. he’d asked you to come to your childhood spot when the stars were brightest. how could you refuse? “where—where are we going with this your majesty?” 

“would you stop referring to me so formally!” your king finally snaps, the warmth in his eyes flickering slightly— the red in his cheeks expanding down his thick neck. “i’m koutarō to you, i always have been.” he adds seriously before continuing on with less confidence. “i don’t— i’ve never pleasured a woman before. i’m still a—“

“a virgin,” you finish for him, a dangerous gleam to your eye, like the sword at your hip and the armour you usually wear. koutarō had always thought such garments suited you well; though he cannot decide if you’re prettier with or without the armour. “i am not, the baker’s boy took mine. the one you scared away. is that why you came to me for help?” 

bokuto scoffs, the blood rushing under his skin teaming with jealousy once again. “yes.” 

“then i shall do as you command, your highness.” you tease, obliging in his quest to teach him how to be a good lover and performer in bed. even as you push the young king into your spot by the tree— you can’t help your beating heart, bokuto had always been your friend in some way or another…but it feels so selfish to want him like this. once his firm back connects with the bark, your mouth presses against the prince’s before he can change his mind— lips hotly slotting against one another as if fate willed for them to meet this way. you give slow and sensual licks into koutarō’s mouth until he’s ready to open up to you, he groans softly, the sweet noise fluttering in the nightly breeze.

the way you so eagerly kiss him has the king’s stomach in knots and his cheeks a hot mess, and only when he tenderly grabs your hips— sucks on your tongue as well, does an appreciative whine escape you too. “the first time you kiss her…b-be slow, and gentle…your highness.” panting, you pull back slowly and nip bokuto’s slower lip— amused by the trail of saliva connecting you. 

“I’ve kissed some,” he tells you earnestly, tugging you closer by the fat of your hips— the desire to be closer beginning to prickle at the tips of his fingers. “call me koutarō, please…” amber eyes flick up, holding whispers of the sun where the moon is high in the sky. “no formalities.” 

“of course,” you oblige him, fingers reaching up to tangle in his lunar-eclipsed hair, yanking the king back onto your mouth since you miss the way he moves along with you. soon, these kisses drop to bokuto’s unmarred and golden flesh, begging to be marked by your hungry teeth and tongue… you rip through robes that cost more than a months earnings and lay your claim in places no one will see, darkened blues and shades of plum as ripe as those used for winter pies back in the castle. “kiss her everywhere, with teeth; and soothe with tongue. mark her so she knows that she’s yours.” your hands find themselves slipping under the coal grey of the king’s military uniform, smoothing over sweltering skin while the chime of his medals sweet into the night.

as soon as your lips that whisper sins withdraw from bokuto—he flips your positions, your chest against the rough bark as he quickly unfastens your gown till it slips down your shoulders, revealing inches of you to the prowling moon up above and to the sunshine in his eyes. “i can do that, teach me more.” there’s an echo of hunger to his voice, vibrating against the back cusp of your neck as he sinks the sharp edge of his teeth into it— making needy butterflies burst through your tummy, lust tingling in your veins and burning you like sunshine from the inside out. “show me,” 

you arch into every touch he gives, every fingertip pressed into the dips and curves of your body— the king honours you with his touch, so you part your shaking thighs of your own accord with koutarō’s hands that pinch and pull at you never too far behind. the air between you rises in temperature, though the night is cool and you lose yourself in the way your childhood friend smooths the curve of your spine and globes of your ass from over your light night dress. “b-bokuto,” you warm him, bracing yourself against the tree. “use your fingers, between her thighs.” reaching behind you, you draw him near to your aching core underneath your skirts and shudder at the press of his thick digits against your clit. “like this…in circles, y-you must prepare her properly.”

they dance over your slick folds, a finger running over the length of your slit contently. “is this okay?” he seems shy, but koutarō lets out a laugh with how you tremble just by being touched, his thumb finds your clit and draws circles in the way that you like, he fumbles, movements cautious but fuelled by the way you moan and grip his wrist tighter. the king spins you around once more, leaning down to bite your neck and chest from over the front of your cream coloured dress, his remaining hand softly prodding at your soaked entrance. 

“y-yes! your highness…” you gasp, back arched and hole clenched around nothing, “fingers. inside.” bokuto takes your hissed words as an order, slipping one…then two fingers inside of you, laughing under his breath at the salacious squelch your count lets out as he does so.

shaking his head, the king follows each of your breathy commands after this, your sweet pussy drooling arousal into the seat of his palm. “it’s koutarō.” he sighs as wet whimpers brew on your lips, eyes sealed shut but you’re nothing but an adorable mess to bokuto. he watches you in awe, free hand bunching up the material heavy on your waist so he can look at the way your pretty pussy swallows up his fingers, bearing down on your g-spot when he curls them. 

he’s good, though clumsy, but bokuto is all that you need— brain fizzing with your impending orgasm, your juices running up his muscular arm. “i’m close—kou. faster!” squealing, your hips rut up and only add to the obscenity of the scene, bokuto finger fucking you until his heart’s content, until both of your clothes are soaked through. “always have to make her release first…”

and the king does that, a man built to rule taking orders from you— a mere knight. his childhood best friend. you cum quickly, gushing in streams stronger than the rivers on the outskirts of your kingdom, bokuto grins from ear to ear scissoring you through your huff as it splits through you and your sex spasms around his fingers. “my sweet, are you alright?” he asks you softly, slowing down his roll. 

“thank you for checking in, your royal highness…but now we move onto the final show,” babbling as you recover from your high— you reach for bokuto’s pants, working through them quickly until you’re able to grasp at his hot cock. 

the king sucks in a breath. “it’s best you don’t, i won’t last if you do…” 

you oblige, following the only order the salt and pepper haired royal had given you tonight. you guide his mushroomed cockhead right into your entrance, aided by the slickness from your previous orgasm. eyes crossing, bokuto juts his hips forward to sheathe himself inside you fully— his meaty, heavy shaft pushing up against all sorts of pleasure spots even though he’s barely filling you up. koutarō pulsates, he’ll barely last and neither will you at this point.

leaning forward, you press your foreheads together— hands in his silvering hair, your Cupid’s bow wet from kissing him, missing his lips against yours. “move, y-you have to move.” you simply say bokuto takes you, claims your body as if it’s his. as if he’s not to be wed. the king is big where he lacks experience, bullying his way through your insides and smearing precum along your ribbed walls— jamming up against your g-spot with ease. 

his thrusts are uncoordinated, sloppy while you squirm in his hold, skin scraping against tree bark while slapping against one another. “you feel like heaven,” bokuto near cries, clumsily finding your lips has his breeders balls batter your ass, pelvis grinding against your clit. the king lifts a leg of your over his hip, rolling into you as your bodies grow slicker and slicker, mouths wet and pressed up against each other. “looking at you now…you rival heaven too,” the praise shoots straight to your core, the knot built up in your lower stomach threatening to unravel. “you’re close.” 

he can tell by the twitch of your face and the swell of your lip between your teeth— you only nod, tears blurring your vision as you look up at your sunshine. your bokuto. “i love you,” you say the words though they're forbidden, even if within the next two sunrises the king is due to be married. “oh gods, oh fuck—! koutarō… i’m—!” 

the king only smiles, though his eyes roll back and the tree leaves above you rock with the fervityof his thrusts. “i love you too…” koutarō murmurs, his skin clapping harshly against yours— so hard he might have bruised your inner thighs. “might you cum again for me, sweetness?”

bokuto’s words have you clenching around him, sending you both hurtling into the throws of your high. your nails dig into the king’s strong biceps, your heart in your throat as you dream of his throbbing cock and his load shoots deep into your womb with a hot throb. 

“marry me.” koutarō breathes, still cumming in thick spurts, stretching you over his fat cock as he sets your leg down.

you’ve barely come down, and the king. bokuto. he makes you feel like you’ve been doused in cold water. “a-are you insane? we can’t do that! you’re to be married—“ you scramble for an excuse, still clinging onto the man, relishing his closeness.

“it could be to you,” bokuto coos and brushes a thumb over your cheek. “i need to be married to someone who is approved of. my mother loves you, the people love you— everything you’ve done and the people you’ve protected, that is you.” 

“but i…i’m not a queen.” 

you flounder, but bokuto has none of that, cupping your face in his large hands. “you can be, you’ve ruled my heart since we were children,” he kisses you slow, eclipsing your doubts with the warmth of the solar sun blaring deep in his heart and sending it right over yours. “so, will you? marry me?”

and it’s like the strings of fate that were once cut have tied themselves back together again as you nod your head vigorously— sealing the deal with an enthusiastic. 

“yes! yes, koutarō, i’ll marry you.”

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[raccoonfallsharder]

I read recently that you answered a similar question, so I wanted to ask you for some advice with description in general, (character actions, description of environment or scenery, what is happening at that moment, etc) I have a lot of problems with this. If I want to describe the scenery, I don't know what else to say besides the color of the sky xD I've always had that problem and when I read what I write I feel it's very basic and childish.

For example, I wrote something like this, "The weather couldn't be more perfect, the sky was clear with not a single cloud obstructing that deep bright blue, the breeze was so soft it caressed my skin and the waves were gently lapping." So I read this and I say, how boring, I feel like I'm not connecting with this, and it happens to me mostly when I want to describe a person's actions, for example, if they are smiling and then someone says something to them that bothers them, how they react? I don't know how to describe it.

So I wanted to ask you for advice because since I read your first fic I thought "this is it, this is what I want to get to with my writing" I hope you don't mind my asking and I hope you're doing great, I always read all your fics even if I don't comment <3.

sweet little sugar snap pea. ♡ first of all, you are so lovely and kind. thank you for honoring me with this ask. it's a privilege and i am really grateful you think so well of my writing. truly, it means a lot. i took some time to think about this because it was important to me to give you a real answer. i'm also gonna come back and reblog this later with some thoughts on writing peoples reactions/perspectives? for now, i'm just going to focus on writing environments, if that's okay? sorry i just write too fucken much all the time ꃋᴖꃋ ♡♡

so as always, i'll preface this with the reminder that everyones' writing style is unique and brings something precious to the table, and while we can always grow and enrich our writing, what you create is wonderfully you. what we want is for you to figure out how to tap into your own style more fully, more authentically, and more clearly. i don't think there's anything wrong with the excerpt you shared, and i can also see where you might want to make it more identifiably you.

here are some things that have worked for me personally:

firstly: i take out my "telling not showing" sentences. i might draft it with the sky was perfect, but on revision, i usually remove it because it's too heavy. i don't want to tell my reader that the sky was perfect. i want them to interpret it from how i've described it. i don't want to say the kiss was good - i want them to know what it tasted like or the way it made their nerves pop and snap and sizzle. i don't want to say he had beautiful eyes - i want you to be able to see his eyes, like warm caramel or copper pennies. you don't even need to replace a sentence like the sky is perfect - you can just remove it entirely.

secondly, when i'm stuck in a rut, like, "oh, i've described a sky like this a hundred times", or even, "i've read skies like this described a hundred times," i honestly just do some writing exercises. the result is that i'll either find a description i like, or i'll create new material to use at a later date - or i'll just get practice thinking about things in different ways.

so let's take this sky example from your excerpt: the sky was clear with not a single cloud obstructing that deep bright blue.

i might ask, "what tangible thing is this sky like, and what would i want to do in it." then i try to reframe it so i don't use a direct simile.

the sky was an ocean

the sky was so deep and clear you could dive into it and not surface for days.

i might ask, "what other senses can i use to experience this sky, beyond sight." (taste, smell, sound, touch)

the sky was empty and clean

you could breathe that sky in, and your lungs would only feel crisp and bright, and everything would smell like water lilies for the rest of the week.

i might try to describe the sky from the perspective of something else in the scene.

this seems like maybe a beach because you'd mention waves so I''m gonna say there are seagulls

the seagulls wheeled in the sky, getting lost without any clouds to serve as landmarks.

i might say, what is the emotional quality of the scene? when the character looks at it, what do they feel? what does it make them want? i think you want this scene to be calming but we're gonna try a bunch of different emotional lenses:

calming: they could have wrapped themselves up in that infinite blue, and called it home.

harsh (angry/in shock): he stared at the sky. he'd never realized how severe and sharp it was, without any clouds to soften the edges.

grief: she wanted to lose herself in the cloudless blue. drown herself in it.

as a sidenote, i'm thinking of Wyndham; or, the Intergalactic Prometheus ♡ in which the thunderstorm sky is described as bruise-colored and rotten at various points when pearl-reader is miserable/afraid, and as rippling watercolor when she's feeling more relaxed. even the same sky takes on different qualities depending on the mood of the person experiencing it.

i might just say "fuck this sky; i'm gonna write a new one." sometimes this is fun because you get to see how the environmental/atmospheric tone changes the feeling of the scene.

it was storming: the purple clouds formed a quilt overhead, stitched through with lightning. the waves responded in kind: shattering softly on the shore, reflecting ribbons of swift-moving light.

jk it was foggy: the world was so misted over that he couldn't tell where the water ended and the sky began. the world was simply endless and dove-gray.

i also might just be like "i'm just gonna write something really weird and figure this out later." you've got a really rich scene here - gently lapping waves and a clear blue sky? you could do something weirdly symmetrical with them. like, between the sea and the sky, everything was so deep and blue that you couldn't tell if the soft hush of the waves was coming from above your head or at your feet. just play around with reality tbh

honestly i try to shy away from "advice" because everyone's approach needs to be tailored to them, but i would honestly say starting with some writing exercises is a great way to just explore your own style and how you want to think about things. other things you can do is literally go outside (or wherever) and close your eyes and really try to focus on every single sensation you're experiencing, and then write about it. fill pages. what did it remind you off? when you felt the breeze and it caressed your skin gently, did it also move the little hairs on your arms? did you feel it in places you don't normally pay attention to, like on your shoulders or the back of your neck? what did it smell like? what did it taste like? if it didn't have a taste, what would it taste like, if it did? do this whenever you can, in as many experiences as you can. sunrise at a beach. sunset on a mountaintop. golden hour in the deep woods. in front of a bonfire. at a park on the swings at midnight with friends. alone in a hot tub under a 2am snowfall. if you can't physically go there, imagine it. sink yourself into the daydream so deep you don't want to leave, and then just write. and write. and write. every sentence you put down, add one more. make it weirder, stranger, zoomed out, zoomed in, from a different perspective, a different sense, a different metaphor.

okay that's all for now and i know it's a lot and i'm sorry, but i hope it helps give you a place to start? and i will try to get back to you on writing reactions and facial expressions when i can parse through all my thoughts on those!

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[archaiclumina]

15 Lines of Dialogue

Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Tagged by the ever-lovely °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ @shroudkeeper °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ in this little game! Thank you so much for thinking of me! -`♡´-I appreciate it so much! -`♡´-

I'm cheating a little and including lines from both Ren and Oli c': but here is the opening of the chapter I've been plugging away at recently c:

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She reached for one of the sweet, steppe-grown strawberries in the bowl, trying to turn her eyes from her friend’s hands as they set about making a batch of pastry. “Spit it out, Ren.” “I haven’t even put it in my mouth yet!” She protested, an attempt to deflect from another of the always astute observations of her friend. “You know that isn’t what I meant.” Giving a soft tut that was oh so reminiscent of the days when they had been children. Cyfrenne rolled her eyes, both because she was abashed, but also because she was annoyed at having been caught out. “Uncle Zan said you did it, with plants, and a pen knife, and some weird caustic powder?” the breath of her curious sigh following behind her question. Oliviede nodded, her eyes still on the pastry dough she was making. “I used the plants to make a stencil. I set them in gold and silver leaf.” She explained, for posterity. “A stencil.” Watching Oli’s fingers crumble the butter into the flour with a growing impatience. “Well, didn’t it hurt?” She demanded finally, a hint of exasperation tugging at the corner of her brow. “I think so? Yeah. At least a bit? I don’t remember, Ren, I was barely cognizant in the formal sense. I was depressed. And also, off-my head on mushroom tea. That’s how it happened.” Cyfrenne snorted abruptly at this. “You’re insane.” Said with a broad and delighted grin. “Mushrooms.” She snorted again. “Were they the ones you wrote to me about ages ago? From the Sylphlands?” She nodded again, “yeah.” Her own smile a far paler reflection of Ren’s, but still there all the same. “I’d been having a dream, before it happened. You were there.” “What do you mean I was there?” “It wasn’t you, but it was. And it wasn’t me. But it was too.” Oliviede replied. “Sounds straightforward enough.” Spoken sarcastically as she reached for another strawberry only to have Oli tap it out of her fingers. Cyfrenne pouted slightly. ──────────────────────────────────── Thank you again for the tag sweet pea! ⋆˙⟡♡

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[eatyourheartvalentine]

OMG. PLS TELL ME HOW these sweet peas would react to a MC who like is extremely shy and just so... Happens to be afraid of men .. And literary ducks everytime they see them? (think komi cant communicate) because of trama. THERE ARE LITERALLY NO FAN FICS FOR THIS GAME and am desperate . So if you can and if its possible!!! Can you say there reaction / what would they do? (oh!!♡ and especially Mica hes the best boy for me💝)

Trauma's a difficult thing to deal with, and these characters can understand that since they all have some form of trauma. ( Granted it's not explained completely in current media.)

Anyways! I hope this will suffice!

TW for mention of abuse and drugging.

Allar-

Since Allar has quite a dark past and trauma revolving around CSA survival, he's going to be the most understanding of you. Men can be cruel and frightening, they can do terrible things that'll scar you for life.

At first he acts his usual self, but once he realizes that you're genuinely frightened and off put by him he tones down his usual antics. He's far calmer when he speaks, more gentle, and will stand at a reasonable distance. He refrains from lifting his arms to much or leaning in towards you at all.

He's patient, and makes polite conversation. Asking how you are, if your day is going well. He would rather you warm up to him at your own pace rather than him inserting himself into your personal space. If men approach you while he's around, he'll place himself between you and that man in the hopes of making you feel a little safer.

Mica-

Mica doesn't mind shy people, not at all, if anything he likes to poke fun at them or try to talk them into doing stuff with him. He cal pace it too so you don't get overwhelmed with any of it, socializing and getting to know someone when you're shy is hard. He was the same way until Helen started hanging out with him.

However, when it comes to fearing men and physically reacting because of that fear it makes him nervous. He doesn't completely know how to help someone like that because he's never had to socialize with someone like that. So when he sees you freaking out he's more likely to suggest the two of you go somewhere less crowded and with distractions to help you calm down. Walking away with you is his go to way of helping you chill out.

Josh-

Josh is a little awkward around shy people. He'll try to make small talk and be friendly with you, but if you don't respond back much he tries to stop talking because he thinks he's bothering you.

Upon learning of your trauma and difficulty being around men, he immediately understands. His own father is someone he's cut contact with because of how abusive he was. He can only imagine what you've been through to make you duck and cower. He'll try to openly relate to you, and reassure you that if you feel uncomfortable with him or anyone else that he'll pull back and pull that other person back too so you can have space.

Louie-

Shyness doesn't matter to Louie, if he finds himself liking you it's cute even. It makes it easier for him to speak up for you when you're struggling to say something to someone or get out of a situation.

He likes the idea of you potentially relying on him, in social situations or moments of stress from your trauma. The issue is making you comfortable with him enough to do that. He can seem intimidating with his resting bitch face and monotone way of speaking, and being a guy doesn't help when you're scared of them.

So he takes the cat approach of just sort of being there and having you warm up to him. He'll just stalk you in the mean time until that happens- and if it doesn't he might have to go the other route to get you to rely on him. The drugging and locking you in his room route.

#eat your heart valentine! #allar #louie #mica #josh #eyhv #mod bunni #ask

[ao3feed--bughead]

in(k)duction

by silkd0e

sometimes ink is thicker than blood. OR betty's quest to get a serpent tattoo. beta read by my beloved @letterfromada ♡

Words: 1507, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Riverdale (TV 2017)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Betty Cooper, Jughead Jones, FP Jones II, Alice Cooper (Archie Comics), Chic Cooper (mentioned), Toni Topaz (mentioned), Sweet Pea (Mentioned), Fangs Fogarty (mentioned)

Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones, Jughead Jones/Betty

Additional Tags: bughead - Freeform, season two, southside serpents, betty getting the tattoo she deserves, Riverdale (TV) Season 2, Fluff, FP is slightly terrified of alice, 2x17, riverdale 2x17, Serpent!Jughead, Serpent!Betty, serpent!bughead, Twoshot

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53809060

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[mikareo]

OMG MATCHUPS ARE OPEN (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) (i'm frantically typing HELP)

Desired fandom, gender and age would be bllk, male and teen (sfw)

I'd say I'm quiet / shy (around friends I can get talkative tho), honest (to the point I sound mean at times), observant and apparently I'm sassy at times too. My star sign's scorpio (idk the other ones), my mbti is intp. My favourite hobbies are reading, writing, listening to music, playing badminton and (sometimes) studying. I love eating and going on walks (especially by the ocean or when it starts getting dark). Ideal date would probably be a bookstore one (I've never dated before so I have no clue on what I exactly like or don't like)

I hope this wasn't too much jsjshs (If I can find something nice I'll send them in for the appearance match up)

💌 ✮⋆˙ love letter to...kitorin!

i think this is actually the fastest i've ever done a matchup just bc i was like giggling at how cute u guys would be together :3 i hope you like this character souta!!!! i think he's a sweetheart n you two would work rlly well as a pair,, also!! i just saw me on ur carrd ily!!!

[ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹ ᰔ ] your complete matchup results!

congratulations . . .‧₊˚🍂✩CHIGIRI HYOMA₊˚🍁⊹♡

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ chemistry analysis . . .

i'm ngl it took me a good like five minutes of thinking to figure out who i wanted to match you with n i argued w myself on three options until i landed on chigiri. the other matches were very similar to you and i realized i wanted someone more extroverted rather than an introvert...so here's why i picked chigiri!

off the bat, i think you two would connect on that level of honesty you have. chigiri is a very blunt person and always says what he's saying when he's thinking it. knowing that you also tend to be on the honest and blunt side of things, i think that you two could communicate together without that judgement there may be w/ other people, n have a really great foundation of trust that is essentially unbreakable. he'd definitely really value you since you keep him on his toes, n make sure that he's sticking to his goals n constantly improving (after all, you're there to tell him if he's not)!

i consider chigiri more of an extroverted introvert. i didn't want to match you with a total extrovert since i didn't want you to drown in their outgoingness or obnoxiousness; so i think chigiri is a good fit in this case. he enjoys his quiet time, which the two of you could fondly share, but also gets out of his comfort zone when he feels himself settling down. he'd constantly check in w/ you to make sure that you're okay with wherever you are/whoever you're with, n puts you're comfort first. if there's ever a situation that you feel like you want to get out of to escape for a little bit of peace and quiet, he's right by your side and holding your hand until you're away from the crowd.

his character analysis also matches extremely well with your hobbies and interests! as stated, chigiri really enjoys "drinking tea and eating sweets". he'd surely love to take you out to the new restaurants in town or even the local コンビニ to pick out your favorite snacks for a chill movie night in! on his off days, he prefers to read— so he'd happily visit the bookstore w/ you and sit in there for hours so long as he has his favorite drink by his side, laughing at whatever sassy remark you throw at him. he'd think of these quiet moments on the field when he needs to focus or concentrate on a shot; you being the thing that relaxes him and calms his heartbeat.

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ memories on the wall . . .

⋆⭒˚｡⋆ a treasured moment . . .

how loud does he have to slurp that damn straw?

you've only been at the bookstore for maybe ten minutes (?), and chigiri finished his drink in the first two. it was some sort of tea— maybe an iced jasmine with honey— and it was good when he let you have a sip! but it was only a sip; and then suddenly it's just ice and a plastic straw. your boyfriend enjoys his sweets, his treats, and especially his teas. you, however, enjoy some peace and quiet when you're trying to find the perfect book.

"you sound like a vacuum." the eye roll you send in his direction is deadly. he's practically shot on sight "i mean that in a bad way."

"i should've gotten the extra large, right?" he shakes the cup, frowning as he realizes there is absolutely zero drink left. he's so cute, it's annoying.

without glancing in his direction, you toss him a book or two that you're debating on adding to your shelf— which he, of course, catches with ease and balances on top of one another. his agility is outstanding on and off of the field, but sometimes you wish he'd miss...just for the laughs. "you would've finished the XL...what...ten seconds later?" he really is like a human vacuum.

though your tone is laced with irritation, you hand him your glass. "don't make me regret it." to which he happily sips on with a smile on his face.

so cute.

if there was an award for the prettiest, red haired, japanese, youth, male, potential striker, football player in the world; chigiri would definitely win. yes, that's a very specific title— but also it's the only way you know he'd win.

“i love you,” you murmur under your breath. you do love him, you really do…

…but you take back your words when that damn slurping sound returns.

#bookstore date is so giving geto n y/n LOL #matchups ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎ #txt.kitorin

[cinnamonlovesbeingbaby]

welcome to my blog :3

hi there! my name is cinnamon~

♡ they/she

♡ 19

♡ age/pet regressor

♡ autistic

things i love n adore: sanrio, pink, stuffies, animals, coloring, stickers, ice cream, disney movies, mac n cheese, music, nice ppl, sleeping, strawberry shortcake, my little pony, elmo, max n ruby, shrek, clifford the big red dog, kipper, curious george, oswald, sid the science kid, winnie the pooh, barbie, monster high, care bears, etc.

things i dislike: mean ppl, yelling, loud noises, fraggle rock, peas, weird patterns that make me feel itchy (not sure how to explain this lol), crowded places, going out for a long time, school, etc.

comfort characters: pochocco, cinnamoroll, my melody, my sweet piano, pompompurin, hello kitty, sox (lightyear), pascal (tangled), dracula (hotel transylvania), otto anderson (a man called otto), ted shackleford (curious george), bill haverchuck (freaks n geeks), george banks/franck eggelhoffer (father of the bride), milk n mocha, ji hoon (sweet revenge), stitch (lilo n stitch), pua (moana), johnny (champions), benji (pitch perfect), molang n piupiu (molang), king shark (the suicide squad), paddington, lucas the spider, bob (despicable me), fritz (monsters at work), don carlton (monsters university), toothless (how to train your dragon), perrito (puss in boots).

dni : n$fw, k!nk, homophobic, racist, ableist, anti-cglre, anti-agere, g0re, violence, anti-neos, maps (p*dos), pro-ana, pro-sh, ED n SH blogs, if you sexualize age regression, meanies, proship, or anything like these things.

i will block u if u break my dni. this is my safe space. pls respect my boundaries. child safe/sfw interactions only! thank you <3

#age regression #agere #agere sfw #sfw age regression #sfw agere blog #sfw little one #sfw agere #sfw little blog #sfw little community #sfw little #sfw little stuff #age regressor #age regression community #agere activities #agere blog #agere little #agerespace #agere community #safe agere #agere lifestyle #sfw littlespace #sfw blog

[plentyoffandoms]

*Miscellaneous TV Shows Masterlist*

Main Masterlist ♡ TV Show Masterlist ♡ Updated 23/05/2024

✉️ = Requested

Characters I may or may not write for again.

Will not write for again - 🚫

May write for again - ✅️

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Alice in Borderland ✅️

In the Boardroom PT 1 (18+) - with Takeru Danma & Keiichi Kuzuryu.

In the Boardroom PT 2 (18+) - With Niragi, Aguni & Chishiya

Fargo

Gator Tillman ✅️

Control (18+)

I'm a Winner (18+)

I'm the Law (18+)

House of the Dragon

Aemond Targaryen ✅️

Stay Close

One Piece (Live Action) ✅️

Love at First Sight (Completed) - Straw Hat Pirates x reader

Only Murders in the Building

Theo Dimas ✅️

Can I Be Her?

Riverdale - Sweet Pea 🚫

Jealous Sweet Pea

Superstore - Marcus White 🚫

Miracle

You Belong With Me

Narcos Mexico

Ramón Arellano Félix ✅️

I Am Here For You ✉️

Not Her

The Last of Us

Tommy Miller ✅️

Reunited (Part 1)

Reunited (Part 2)

Reunited (Part 3)

Reunited (Part 4)

The Bear

Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto ✅️

Woke Up In Love

#Miscellaneous TV Shows Masterlist #x reader #riverdale #superstore #house of the dragon #narcos mexico #narcos #only murders in the building #the last of us #the bear #fargo fx #fargo #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo series #pjo show

[neowinestainedress]

rebs you deserve all the compliments for ALL the fics you've written, okay? ㅠㅠㅠ like tripled, quadrupled, ~ple times from what your readers give you ㅠㅠㅠ the smut is always fire, the dialogues always make me heart tingle, the flow is always so good. just a very top-tier writer™️

i wonder how long did it take you to develop drippin', and other ~some fics in general? i think it must have taken a lot of time to formulate the idea, assign each person's role, let alone writing them out and making sure the stories flow well…ㅠㅠ seriously i really admire you, my pea-sized brain can never do this 😭😭😭😭

i have been a free-rider for far too long 😭😭😭😭😭 i shouldn't be reading these for free bc they're truly premium content™️!!!!! 😭😭😭 i hope your ko-fi page is still up and running!! ♡♡♡

also when is your birthday, girl!! 😍🤍🤍🤍

crying shaking throwing up i love youuuu 🤍🤍🤍

it depends on the fic honestly, and how much i’m having fun writing it. i have to say drippin' came to me rather quickly. it was around 3 weeks but it was short compared to other fics and also i think the editing took the most time (also i was busy with uni back then so i don’t have all day to write).

for the characters i always outline them first, with fics with plot i make a whole profile even with things that sometimes don’t up in the story, with smut i only describe their personality and how they act during sex so i know how to stay in character, especially with the dialogues. i struggled a bit only with sweet deception because it was the nth xsome and i was DONE but i love how their personalities came out and also i wrote it in a week, so kudos to me. for the 4j i don’t remember, it took a while too but it was very self-indulgent so once i started writing i didn’t stop and i had their personalities very clear in my mind. THE poly fic is my baby, so writing xsome for them is as easy as breathing and i love playing with their dynamics, and the first piece was also very self-indulgent so i knew exactly how i wanted them to be, the other smut pieces came easily especially because i wrote the 'how they got together' story and i knew them even more. it’s not easy for sure, but i have fun. it's not about being smart or anything i'm just unhinged and have nothing better to do.

technically my ko-fi is up but i was thinking about switching to venmo because paypal sucks and i had some troubles with the account. the link is still up but i turned off the payment options until i make up my mind. also dw, as much as donations are helpful and welcome, you always leave feedback (also through reblogs, and that’s super helpful) so knowing your opinion and having your support like that is already more than enough, really.

my birthday? same day as queen taeyeon, and the exact day, month, and year as some. yours?

#answered #tyong blr #i talk way too much i'm sorry

[theficblog]

lil sis!! the last chapter of hearts is basically a romcom ㅠㅠㅠㅠ humour+ love are always the best ㅠㅠ♡♡♡♡♡ especially the very last sentence was like a curtain call 🥺🥺🥺 it's just so perfect…ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ♡♡♡♡♡

and yooooooooo the VERY unexpected jaeyong moment!!!!!!!!!! i TOTALLY didn't see it coming ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ but it's so sweet though 🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍 this addition is literally cherry on top ㅠㅠ♡♡♡♡♡

thank you for the ending ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ (and for not crushing my heart ㅠㅠ and for not making jeno cry again ㅠㅠㅠㅠ😆😆😆) jaemin just has such a big heart, doesn't he? ㅠㅠㅠㅠ blessing the person you love to be with their happily ever after, that's how much he loves her omg..😢 i hope he will eventually find his true love too 🥺🥺🤍🤍🤍 has this always been what you planned to write? do you have an alternative ending in mind? 👀 and will you wanna torture your readers in the future with more angst? gashsjjs 😈😈🙈💔💔💔💔

i tend to feel lost if the fiction i read has > 2 or 3 people bc my pea-sized brain can't imagine so many people at once 😭 —— unless the characters have very contrasting and lively personalities, and your writing did that so i was able to keep up everyone's role here ♡♡♡

im so so sorry for the late message ㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠㅠ tumblr ate my reblog 😭😭😭 i hope writers never encounter this problem, bc that can be so frustrating 😭😭😭 (always save your work somewhere else, guys!! tumblr can be as stupid as elon musk sometimes 😭)

big sis 🙈🙈 awwwwww 🥺🥺 this is so precious the little details you never fail to notice have my heart <3

the ending was so hard to write i had to include some funny elements or else i thought i'd be very bland ahahahah and yes the taeyong and jaehyun one, honestly i was so skeptical about that until the second i clicked on the "post now" cos people come for anything these days fuck homophobes btw

jaemin was such a sweetheart totally, i always had in mind that he would be this type of character cos these kinds of men are not found outside of books and movies, he was just flawless but still, if you love someone you love the regardless of the flaws says who has never loved but yeahh

ohhhh interesting, more angst would have been nice im so cruel for this but i love angst so much hahahahaha 😈 but idk if i will be capable of adding a plot to this, my thought was to "have two guys and then one perfect guy and frat kinda guy and then this" lololol

awwww that is such a huge compliment ohmygod stop you are gonna make me blush 😳

thank you for staying with hearts all this time, i'm so happy you enjoyed it ❤️

#my big sis #hearts #jeno #jaemin #AAAAHHHHH ILYSMMMMM #the best #elon musk i delivered a two min monologue about his stupidity at lunch only today #he'd get cancelled everyday in the kpop world #YOUR HUMOURRRRR>>>>>>>

[fabbyf1]

13/27/29/34/41/59 ~~~♡

13. Do you listen to music while you write?  If yes, what have you been listening to recently?

I don't listen to music while I'm ACTUALLY writing (because my lil pea brain cannot read or write with music on. it makes my brain go brrrrrrrr) BUT I listen to music A LOT over the course of the fic.

I build myself a little Spotify playlist for each fic, and I add songs to it that I think remind me of the characters/plot/that story specifically. They're all private playlists because they're small and have many repeating songs, so they wouldn't be fun to listen to, but I like to look back on them.

27. What’s your least favorite part of the writing process?

God.

Just one?

The HTML for AO3.

In my real life I work in IT/Software. HTML shouldn't make me cry as much as it does. I should be better at this.

29. What’s something about your writing that you’re proud of?

I work really hard on my characterization and realism. Fics, to me, are great because they can be anything. They can be totally out of the realm of normal, or they can be so fucking ordinary that you're like YASSS BABY YOU ATE BREAKFAST AND THEN WHAT? DID YOU PEE? DID YOU GO FOR A WALK? DID YOU SAVE THE WORLD???? GIVE US NOTHING YASSSS!!!! you know?

I don't think there's any wrong way to write a fic. But for me, personally, I love writing realistic things, and my main hope is that people can actually hear the character's voice and believe they'd actually do what I wrote. Especially since it's RPF and you know what the actual person sounds like/acts like.

So if you can ever hear my characters and it sounds like something the actual person would say... please tell me so I can cry. Thank you.

34. How much of your personal life/experience do you include in your fics?

Interesting....

My sister reads my fanfics, and she told me once (devastatingly) "it's so funny because I'm reading this, but all I'm hearing is you" and I gasped and gagged and threatened to jump off the roof because. sweet, baby sister of mine... you're reading my porn.

please don't ever imagine me saying these things.

BUT I GUESS THAT ANSWERS THE QUESTION, HUH? Idk. I also use humor to deflect in almost every situation (re: above) and I think my characters do too.

As for real-life situations, probably not many. My life and the life of an F1 driver are (get a load of this) different. I know, I know, gasps all around.

(i pay taxes)

41. Who’s your favorite character you’ve written?

Right now, I'd say Charles in my latest fic (that's being posted sometime later this week/weekend). I've grown so attached to him over the last month or so writing this fic, and since it's all told from his POV throughout many years of his life (omg spoiler lmaoooo) ... he's become a part of me.

But if we're talking stories already posted to AO3, I'd say Max in Vapor. He was great. Top lad. Lil horny fella, but damn he was so wholesome at the end of the day.

59. Have you participated in any fic events/writing challenges?  If yes, what were they and did you enjoy them?

I haven't, but mostly because I shake under pressure. If I had an actual deadline, or had to follow an actual plot or challenge, I would sob the entire time. I'm not built for that.

#ask