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gi4hao · 14 days

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☆ ANNIVERSARY DATES WITH SEVENTEEN

hyung line version! (scoups -> woozi)

had a really sunny weekend so please enjoy these sunshine-fueled scenarios!

— SEUNGCHEOL

turns out your anniversary took place during a vacation together, a week-long holiday near the beach. on the d-day, he refuses to say anything about his plans, no matter how many times you ask, to the point where you end up blindfolded as he leads you to his surprise. when you take the blindfold off, the only thing you can see is a white boat awaiting on the shore. at first you’re scared he might have actually bought the boat, but he ‘only’ rented it for a private dinner. the sun has just started to set and you’re glad to have picked one of your cutest outfits because you just know he’s going to be taking as many pictures of you as he can. you might be admiring the sunset, but he'll be admiring you the whole time.

— JEONGHAN

he truly racked his brain to find the per-fect date idea. on the day, he keeps you guessing with more than vague hints (like “we talked about doing that one day” as if you didn’t talk about literally doing everything together). but he’s confident in his surprise and rightfully so: at first you think it’s just a regular picnic, which would have been fine on its own, but as more people start to gather around you, you realize that a lantern festival is actually taking place here tonight. together, you scribble your wishes and dreams for the future on your lantern. and you love how he’s not even trying to hide what he’s writing: one thing about jeonghan, he’ll never try to conceal anything about his feelings for you.

— JOSHUA

this one has a proud smirk plastered on his face the entire morning, hinting at a surprise. you get in his car around 9am and drive for about twenty minutes until he stops in front of a fancy looking building. “you know how we always talk about moving to a bigger apartment yet never actually visit anything? well i figured today would be the day…”, he tells you excitedly. and it’s only when the realtor meets you on the street that you realize joshua has actually booked a visit. more than one, in fact: throughout the day, you visit four apartments, walking from one to the other hand in hand, already fantasizing about what life is going to look like for the two of you.

— JUN

both having a busy schedule, you recently told jun you missed having a proper dinner together and it’s given him the best idea for your anniversary: a nice dinner together without the practical difficulties of going to a fancy restaurant. when you come back home that evening, you find your place tastefully decorated with various candles, flowers and fairy lights. as for jun, he’s done his hair the way you like it best, dressed in an outfit you love, wearing the same perfume from when you first started dating. with a sheepish smile, he guides you to the balcony where the table is set, revealing the stunning city view from your apartment.

— SOONYOUNG

his plan for today is to make you feel as loved as ever, and that requires day-long dedication, starting with mandatory prince.ss treatment all morning. around 11, he tells you it’s “time to go” although you still have no idea what he’s talking about. but a 45 minutes drive later, you can make out the blueish color of the sea in the horizon. with him by your side, you know it won’t be just any beach day: picnic on the sand, a long walk along the shore spent saying “look, it’s us!” when you see two relatively close rocks, and most of all, soaking up the sun together in the water, all while being that clingy couple who cannot stop swooning over each other.

— WONWOO

this morning, wonwoo wakes up particularly early to cook breakfast for the both of you. you’re already awake by the time he’s done, but he looks so adorable trying to balance the tray while opening the door with his foot that you pretend like you’re still asleep. later, he surprises you with a gift which looks… a bit odd. you didn’t really expect a QR code. but you scan it anyways, and then everything starts to make sense: the QR code brings you to a website, a shelter website more specifically. “are we…”, you start, a huge smile already on your lips. “going on a shelter date to get a cat? absolutely”, he replies, glad you’re enjoying his surprise as much as he hoped.

— JIHOON

to him, this is the perfect day to show how much your relationship means to him, because he fears you might not know it well enough (you do). so he’s got a little something prepared… the first part of his plan is to fake an apology: “i’m really sorry, i completely forgot…”. second part is to say he’ll take you to movies another day, which you accept, still half-upset. and finally, last part is to welcome you home on the d-day, takeout ready on the table but most importantly, with a homemade outdoor cinema right in your backyard. thick mattresses, fluffy pillows and a large white screen facing a brand-new projector, he went all out to make sure you feel as cherished as he always does.

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globalrebrand · 6 months

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Wedding Bells pt. 1

Proposal and Engagement Headcanons for Vil Riddle & Malleus! Wedding + Honeymoon headcanons coming soon!

A/N: I'm back...for now 💜

Warnings: GN! Reader, fluff

Vil Schoenheit

The Proposal

Who proposes is the primary question? Vil would adore it if you proposed, but at the same time he has such a perfect vision in his mind of what his proposal to you would look like.

He loves you and won't critique your proposal per-say, as long as its sufficiently meaningful, romantic and well thought out, but a lazy proposal would be unforgivable. Do you not know him at all?!

Quite honestly, the best move is buy an engagement ring for Vil and wait for him to propose to you, and don't worry it'll happen sooner than you think and it will be pretty easy to tell what he intends to do when he invites you to join him for a drive and requests that you get dressed to the nines.

One late summer evening Vil will take you on a surprise outing. You'll arrive at intricately sculpted ivy cover iron gates that open as Vil drives up a winding tree lined road with your hand in his. He'll pull up to a beautiful mansion that had to be well over 150 years old, with warm beige brick, stained glass windows and iron balconies. The architecture is indicative of traditional manor home styles in the Shaftlands large and towering. The home sits right on the lake near the largest for celebrity filled metropolis in the Shaftlands, but not right in the hustle and bustle of the city.

Together you tour the property and beautiful surrounding gardens. Vil tells you that there's 500 acres of land and that he intends to develop it to start his perfume and skincare line. Naturally you question about the purpose of this beautiful manor and Vil tells you that he'll answer that question in just a second.

You ascend to the second floor of the empty manor and you start to hear a string quartet. Vil leads you through a bedroom to a large terrace that is covered in fresh florals with a table set for dinner.

He pulls out your chair and the two of sit together for dinner, but before that can even happen Vil begins his speech as he motions for the server to bring an open aubergine colored velvet box with the most tastefully massive engagement ring you've ever seen, from a storied jewelry brand Vil recently received a major endorsement deal with.

"You've taught me what true beauty looks like and I know that I am only at my most beautiful when I can love and be loved by you. Would you do me the immense privilege of being my spouse?"

Of course you're crying at this point but you don't forget you original plans as you shakily reach into your purse with an airy laugh and pull out a matching aubergine velvet box and say "I couldn't agree more" and lean forward to present him with an engagement ring of his own.

Vil is absolutely stunned and quite literally squeals with delight as tears threaten to spill from the corners of his eyes.

He tells you the ring is absolutely perfect, (you asked his father for help because you knew you could not get it wrong) but first affixes the one he got you on your finger before holding out his hand and allowing you to place yours on his lithe ring finger. Then he pulls you up and brings you into a passionate kiss as the string quartet plucks away under the moonlight and the server begins to pop the champagne to celebrate your upcoming nuptials!

The Engagement

Buckle in. If you thing Vil was serious about the others affairs in his life, he's possible even more so when it comes to wedding planning.

Suddenly you get invited to a reoccurring bi-weekly meeting with Vil and one of the most noted wedding planners in all of Twisted Wonderland.

In the Shaftlands it's good luck to get married a year to the day of the proposal which puts everything on a very, very, very tight timeline.

Vil's impulse is to do something extravagant and glamorous...and expensive. You urge him to interrogate why he thinks you both need a destination engagement party and weeks long destination wedding to celebrate you love for each other. Your preference would be something elegant and still quite luxurious but considerably more modest in scale and cost. Not to mention will make that year timeline attainable.

After some thought Vil concedes that you're right, he admits that he has so many magazines that want to cover the affair that he felt pressured to so something truly spectacular, but you're the most important person to him and if that wouldn't make you happy, he doesn't think it would be worth the effort. Don't think this will stop him from being a bridezilla though.

So you both agree that you'll work on renovating the beautiful new property Vil purchased for the two of you and hosting your wedding on the extensive grounds with a considerably more modest amount of your friends and loved ones.

But now you're completing home renovations and planning a wedding which was quaint on paper but actually a logistical nightmare in reality.

Now there's a chance Vil is the only one working so you have the time to focus on organizing the wedding with the planner and figuring things out with the contractors and interior designers.

But say you're also a model or performer, or just very committed to your field of work and don't have the time for planning, things become a bit strained.

You and Vil hardly see each other between his work and yours, or if you're a kept partner, even just him being preoccupied but still wanting to call the shots even though it feels like you're doing the majority of the work is enough to cause a bit of tension.

But you and Vil couldn't have gotten to where you are without good communication so you express to him your anxiety about planning a wedding and a house and he enlists his father to support you when he can't, which proves to be a pretty good fix. You don't have to worry about Vil not liking a choice you made because his father will tell you exactly how his son will feel about it.

And Vil is still has involved as possible, you go furniture shopping often with the interior designer and are slowly working your way through configuring everything for both your home and you wedding.

After a lengthy engagement the details will finally be ironed out, your wedding will be held by the lakeside of your new home and the reception in the vast landscaped lawns. The hope is that your guests will also warm your home, the doors will be open so late summer air can filter through the space along with your loved ones joy and laughter. Drama is the theme, black dahlias and burgundy striated lilies. The ceremony will be held at dusk and the goal is to party with friends as long as energy is bright and inviting.

Malleus Draconia

The Proposal

Malleus moves quickly to lock things down. He wants a forever partner to save him from his loneliness and build a happy family with. He is not fucking around when it comes to marriage. Malleus moves fast on a human time scale but with absurd quickness on a fae one.

His family members are dubious when he tells them of his plans to propose, after all he's only known you five years which is basically a fae month, but after meeting you their fears are assuaged and his grandmother give him her blessing to propose shortly after, letting Malleus knows she thinks you'll make a lovely consort.

The proposal itself will be rather unconventional.

Malleus will likely take you to some ruins. He doesn't have a good sense of human traditions and his understanding of romance is rather limited. After all, he intends to devote himself to you wholly and completely, what could be more romantic than an undying love?

But don't worry it won't be the glitz and glam of the other suitors but it will still be exceedingly romantic in the most natural and effortless way.

You'll traverse the ruins at dusk together, your pathways lit by fireflies and the gentle chirps of the nightbirds in Briar Valley providing musical accompaniment.

You and Malleus will talk about everything and nothing, he's always found you the most compelling conversationalist and while he's feeling a bit more emotional during this night hike it doesn't stop him from getting lost in conversation.

Malleus adores you but normally is much more discrete with his compliments, tonight they seem to be free flowing. He's deeply reflective about your relationship saying that you a precious little human have taught him more about love and life in his limited time getting to know you than in his entire hundred+ years of life. (Lilia would take great offense at this but Malleus means every word)

After hours of meandering that seems to pass in moments for the both of you Malleus will take you by the hands and deposit a ring in your hand that he seemingly conjured out of thin air.

He tells you it was his mothers ring, and that his grandmother gave it to him you that he could propose.

As you look into your hands you realize you're holding a truly ancient piece of jewelry, a large luminescent emerald flanked by intricate silver work. It's history makes it priceless.

You question why he would give you something so precious and he make short work of clarifying his intentions.

"You are most precious to me child of man. [Name] I wish to devote myself to you entirely for the rest of your days. Please accept this ring and with it, all of my love. Marry me, beloved."

You start to cry and Malleus is taken aback, he thought you would be over the moon at his gesture but it seems you're not? He asks if you're ok and you emphatically nod declaring you accept his proposal.

He questions the tears and you tell him that humans are soft emotional creatures who cry when overwhelmed and that his love has overwhelmed you.

He tells you that his pleases him to hear and he was well aware of the hyper emotional nature of humans, its one of the things he loves best about you.

The Engagement

It's a royal wedding! Which means shit loads of planning. Much to Malleus’s chagrin, he can't simply marry you the next day. A ceremony must be planned, guests and foreign dignitaries invited. There's quite a bit more at stake considering his status, but Malleus couldn't care less. He's rather impatient to get to the ceremony. He just wants to be married to his child of man today! Is that so much to ask?

His grandmother is deeply involved in the wedding planning. So is Lilia, but more so for moral support and less for help with making aesthetic decisions. They both guide you on the traditions and expectations of weddings in Briar Valley.

You'll find Malleus has lots of opinions about how the wedding should look. Usually he defers to your tastes but if he has strong objections he will surely let you know.

One of the key traditions is that the ceremony begins at night fall and lasts until dawn. Seasonally winter is the preferred times since dark fae enjoy long periods of night. Additionally the customary color for wedding attire is surprise, surprise, black. A white dress or suit is entirely out of the question is you want to respect fae traditions.

Malleus's grand mother informs you that the expectation is that there will be a lot of entertainment for guests and that you and Malleus need to decide on a suitable theme and various acts.

There's also the matter of your preparation for the role of consort. You'll need to endure near round the clock etiquette courses and lessons on the history of Briar Valley so that you can be a worthy consort the a king.

You certainly signed up for a life with Malleus but you didn't know about all of these other matters you needed to attend to...

Now when Malleus sees you crying he asks if you're overwhelmed with happiness or saddens. This time you tell him its frustration, you don't feel equipped to be his spouse, all of this royal wedding planning and preparation is daunting.

Malleus desperately wants to alleviate your frustrations so he takes a more concerted role in the wedding preparations and your lessons.

This helps quite a bit, with Malleus as your teacher you feel more connected to him and his ideas on the various options for the wedding make it easier for you to make a decision.

Together you decide on a midnight winter circus theme. The wedding will of course be held at the royal castle, but with magic guests will be able to traverse the grounds comfortably at night in the dead of winter. The royal will be covered in winter blooms, like crocus and snowdrops. The decorations will largely be monochrome and the jovial nature of the theme more subdued. The gardens will become festival grounds with all kinds of magical entertainment for guests and of course ample spaces for dancing.

You quickly learn to appreciate the fae and their fanciful approach to weddings now that Malleus is your guide and you certainly can't wait for the festivities. Just keep telling yourself the every completed lesson means you're one step closer to marrying the fae of your dreams.

Riddle Rosehearts

The proposal

Riddle is a traditionalist and his proposal will be very much in line with that aspect of his character.

He will at the very least book a private room in a high end restaurant with your favorite cuisine. Normally he doesn't drink much if at all, but his nerves are getting the best of him. Of course he knows you love him, you supported him through his medical licensing, put up with his nightmare of a mother with grace and poise and you've been living together for over two years and seriously dating for four. The time seems right, you are both settle and you mentioned something about buying a house together in the next year. So obviously you don't want to go anywhere...right?

You might actually not get the sense that this particular dinner is about to be a proposal because Riddle frames it as a celebration for his acceptance into his residency. Which you're more than happy to celebrate, he'll have also booked tickets to you favorite type of theater, whether its a play, musical, symphony or opera. He wants you to feel known and thats why he's worked so hard to orchestrate the perfect evening.

Now course after course will pass like normal, and by his third glass of wine, Riddle will finally have the courage to make his move.

He'll steer the conversation in the direction of your futures together and it fills him with confidence to hear you gush about the house you want together, and he chuckles when you say, "as far from your mother as possible."

Riddle tells you that he'd like to make all of that a reality for you and then gets on one knee, pulling a small red velvet box from his suit jacket pocket.

"[Name], I cannot conceive of future without you, you are my heart. Please marry me."

He keeps it short, simple but heartrendingly earnest. He's not the best with long soliloquies so please don't be offended by his brevity, he means every word.

Of course you say yes, leaping into his arms, and tackling him to the ground in the private dining room. He's incredibly red and this is the main reason he opted to do things in private, he would be horrible embarrassed if anyone saw him blushing so profusely!

He slides the ring on your finger and its a precious heart shaped diamond. Riddle tells you if your think its too sappy you can both go back and select a different one but you assure him it's perfect and that it will always remind you of him.

The show you attend after dinner is wonderful and you two cuddle with each other in Trey's bakery, drinking champagne, nibbling on a strawberry cake, and planning for your future as Trey makes himself scarce as he closes up shop.

The Engagement

Congrats, you're marrying the love of your life, but that means you're also gaining quite possibly the most terrifying of mother-in-laws in the process.

You're familiar with her controlling antics and her general disapproval of your entire existence. You could be the most accomplished person in any field and she still wouldn't think you were good enough for her son. It's like that, passive aggressive and sometimes openly hostile comments about your inadequacy whenever Riddle isn't around.

You and Riddle both made sure you'd saved up a good amount of funds for your wedding so you wouldn't have to rely on help from his parents at all. The last thing both of you needed was his mother thinking she had any legitimate claim to your decisions in the wedding planning process.

Riddle defers to your judgement for most details relating to the wedding. He makes sure he attends all of the related appointments you would like his attendance at, venue tours, meeting the caterer, cake tastings, etc.

His mother isn't including in the decision making process, but his mother finds a way to become outraged by essentially every decision you make once word gets back to her.

You decide to go with Trey's family bakery for the dessert? Are you fucking crazy? That much sugar will absolutely poison all of the guests! What about the plant based baker she offered? Do they get no consideration?

You make a point to not invite her to your dress/suit fitting but she'll find out your selections through tiresome needling, and obviously false promises of not making any judgements. She'd likely find your dress immodest or your suit selection tasteless.

Riddle does his best to act as a buffer and he's considerably more confident and adept at dealing with his mother but he can sense that things are taking a serious toll on your mental health so he issues an ultimate in a fit of rage after you come to him in tears after no longer being able to tolerate being berated by his mother.

"[Name] is the love of my life and if you have cannot treat them with kindness then you have no place at our wedding. Am I understood?"

Hearing Riddle tell off his mother on your behalf was a huge turn on and also very vindicating! Without her interference it was amazing how smoothly everything went. You can Riddle decide on a spring wedding in a celebrated botanical garden in the Queendom of Roses for your wedding. Trey's family bakery has been conscripted for the desserts and cuisine will be sufficiently light and healthy seasonal spring affair. The attire for the guest is semi-formal and the colors are warm pinks, yellows and lilac. The guests have been invited and thankfully all of Riddle's most cherished friends from school will be in attendance.

Now that all the details are ironed out, you and Riddle eagerly anticipate the big day!

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k-renne · 6 months

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The Last Supper

Summary: The elusive catch and difficult to wrangle. You and Raphael play the game of cat and mouse. But what happens when the cat catches its prey.

Warnings - Porn and plot, the bread and butter of fanfiction

He would be your downfall, your doom. You knew it from the first moment you met the rhyming devil, words expertly crafted to manipulate and enchant you. That first meeting haunted your dreams for many nights after, his rich voice echoing in your mind. And here you were walking right into the claws of the cat, or was it the fox?

Your eyelids fluttered closed for a moment, remembering that fateful day. You remember your initial confusion when you encountered the man on your exploration of the Sword Coast. How did he know so much? By the gods his silly little rhymes did something to your heart.

When he first transported you to his tantalizing House of Hope, you remember the way he stares you down. Like a predator. It takes all your restraint not to gasp when he shows his true self, he was positively delicious. You can’t take his deal this time, as tempting as it is. A deal with the devil would certainly not help your situation, despite how desperately you want to rid yourself of the ‘unwanted tenant’ as he so tastefully put it.

You took a deep breath, and placed a skull in the drawn sigil on the floor. Eyes scanning the pattern, as you smoothed down the fabric of your skirt. It looked about right. “I cannot believe I am doing this,” You said aloud to yourself.

The more you encountered Raphael, the more you wanted to know about him. You knew he wanted power, but was he a fool? He certainly seemed to enjoy toying with you. But two could play such a game. Being a bard was not all music and performance, there was persuasion and charm. A whisper in someone’s ear, drunken secrets spilled from other’s lips. Where was the fun without a bit of risk?

With the last piece placed on the circle, the portal flared to life. You readied yourself for the performance of a lifetime, your violin secured safely on your back and stepped through the fiery portal.

The house was just like you remembered it, in all its grandeur and gaudy design. Raphael was truly dramatic. You waltzed through the hall, debtors paying you little mind.

The dwarf Korrilla however, did recognize you. “Interesting seeing you here, after rejecting Raphael’s deal. And all by yourself, just what do you intend to do Tav?” She eyed you questioningly.

Your eyes twinkle with mischief. “I am here on personal business, you see my companions don’t exactly approve of dealings with devils.” You crossed your arms.

Korrilla laughed, “He is not home, but he will be very happy to see you, if not surprised. But, may I give some advice?”

“If you wish,” You replied.

Korrilla contemplated for a moment. “Do not cross him, he will kill you-or most likely worse. If you play your cards right you may be able to find a very favorable outcome. And you are very clever, I’m sure you will choose the correct course, Tav.” She pauses briefly. “Little mouse,” She teases.

When the lies to the archivist easily slip off your tongue you can feel Korrilla watching you, she was very amused watching you work. She knew Raphael would be absolutely delighted to see his latest obsession falling right into his clawed grasp.

With an invitation to the boudoir, you felt invigorated. Everything was going to plan. Although your plan was simply to gather information without being caught, there was a part of you that wanted him to catch you. A part that craved punishment, to see his passionate anger and drive him to madness. You felt almost giddy, the game you were playing would soon reach its climax.

But you were not prepared for what you would meet in the boudoir, or more aptly who. Your steps slow as you take everything in, the room was luxurious, spacious, and you had half a mind to strip and soak in his steaming bath after weeks of scrubbing your skin raw in freezing rivers. However, as you made it past the tempting waters you realized you were not alone.

On top a large and extravagant bed a very scantily clad Raphael smirks at you, “A little lost mouse is running through the house. A thief in the night greedy, and here to take. Why are you here, little thief?”

Your eyes widened, you had only imagined what Raphael would look like with less clothes on, but you were not expecting this to happen so soon. You remember Korrrilla’s words. Something wasn’t quite right here. Your eyes narrow, “Raphael, as much as I enjoy you…showing off. Isn’t this a bit much?”

The devil laughs at you, “Raphael! Ha, no. I am Haarlep. Raphael’s personal incubus, glamoured to look like him. And you must be Tav, you know he talks about you quite a bit. You should hear how much he moans-”

“Ah!” You cut him off. “I do not need to know such things, yet. Even as much as I’d like to. Tell me Haarlep, would you be willing to give me information? I need to have the upper hand.” You tell him honestly, sensing you would not be able to lie to Haarlep.

Haarlep grins, leaning forward on the bed. Suddenly he is beside you, his arm wrapped around your waist. “Oh little mouse, I think I have the perfect idea. A very delicious one.” His hand tightens around your waist and you shiver. “And I think you’d enjoy it, very much.”

Your composure is beginning to crumble as your cheeks become flushed. You can already feel your core clenching, your need building. Despite careful planning, you could not even imagine this. There was no way to account for it, perhaps this time you would give into your temptation. “Just what did you have in mind?” You look up at the much taller cambion.

“Well we fuck of course, in exchange I will tell you everything you desire. Don’t even try to say no, I know you want this Tav. You want a taste. But first you are wearing far too many clothes.” He eyes you.

“I-oh gods,” You groan. He was right, you could not say no. But you needed to have one thing, one ounce of control in a situation where you were largely powerless. You begin undoing the buckles of your shoes, thinking for a moment. You look up at the incubus, determination set hard in your gaze. “I will be on top, and don’t even try otherwise.”

Laughter fills your ears, “Little mouse, you are so very naughty. I can see why Raphael likes you.” He leers over you as you remove your shoes. His hand reaches to grab your chin, taloned thumb lightly pressing against your lips, “We will have so much fun together.”

The incubus watches you as the rest of your layers fall to the floor, eyeing your form hungrily. He circles you, tail brushing against your body. You shut your eyes tightly, fighting back a whimper. Control, you had to keep control. Deep down you knew you would lose in the end, and the thought of that was even more arousing.

Haarlep grabs your face, more gently then you would’ve thought. But his kiss is searing, passionate, as his forked tongue greedily tastes your sweet mouth. He even smelled like Raphael, you can’t help but moan as you breathe in his devilish musk.

You needed him so desperately, having hungered for him the moment you laid eyes on his true form. The incubus kissed you like your wildest fantasies. You would let him consume you. You could feel your cunt tingling, aching to be filled, to be touched.

Strong hands caress and mold you to their touch, any self control melting away. His touch lights you aflame. Haarlep groans into your ear, his breath hot.

In the material realm, Raphael bristles. Someone is using his incubus, someone who is very much not him. He could only think of very few who would be so bold. He narrows his eyes as he sips from his glass. He would have a few words for his pet, for disobeying his command. For you, for the fool who rejected and defied him, there would be hells to pay. “Excuse me,” He said to the mortal across the table. This business would have to wait.

He feels the phantom of his hands against soft curves, it makes him terribly angry. It was chaos. This was not Raphael’s plan, he would not be easily bested. He would not be denied, you were his prey. His little mouse, not to be toyed with by his incubus.

As he marches down to his nearest portal, he suddenly stops as he feels soft hands grasp his hardening cock. “You naughty, naughty thing.” He groans.

Despite all his decorum, Raphael was quickly losing his composure. The touch, so slight and not nearly enough, would drive him to madness. Finding a darkened alley he ducked into it, leaning against a wall. Just once, he would allow himself to enjoy the phantom sensations.

He felt shame at how easily he crumbled, you held so much power over him. You were the key to his glory, to his rule of the hells. He did not ever think he would be so smitten with a mere mortal, and a tease at that. Always careful evading his grasp. He felt a hot tongue slide up the underside of his cock, and he had to quickly cover his mouth to stifle the curse.

Such a naughty little mouse. Why did you have to defy him so? You had to know how this would end, with the claw. Now lips were wrapping around his length, hot mouth sucking him in earnest. He could almost feel the back of your throat. This was more than just Haarlep seducing you, the way those soft hands touched him. You wanted this. He needed to believe that, the thought of it made him throb, his balls feeling tight.

Patience, he would make you his soon enough. A delightful thing to sit on his lap while he becomes king, to amuse and to satisfy his desires. To kneel and to beg for him, to scream his name with filthy obscenities. Yes, he would break you down so sweetly and destroy you, remake you, and perfect you.

Your chest heaved as you broke away from a breath stealing kiss, attempting and failing to push Haarlep away. “Y-you must-get on the bed, remember. Remember what you promised.”

Haarlep pouted at you, “Are you sure that is what you wish little mouse? I could have you on your hands and knees, and we could rut like savage beasts. I know you would enjoy it.”

Oh gods, he would be the death of you. The both of them would. “I can’t-not this time.” You shook your head.

“Alright, but do not come crying to me when Raphael collects his due. He will chase you to the ends of the realm.” Haarlep warns. He knew his master well, and while he was eager to be a part of your little game, he knew what it took to make him fall apart. Raphael would not take too kindly to being bested by what was to be his conquest, his ultimate victory.

Slowly he made his way to the bed, laying and displaying his body to your hungry gaze. Haarlep was not used to being on the bottom. But he supposed this could be fun, he couldn’t wait to feel how Raphael reacted to Tav’s audacity.

Raphael felt soft thighs straddle his, “No.” He all but growled. You would not dare.

His balance wavered, his knees buckling as he felt your hot cunt slide over his cock. He needed-he needed more. Hells, he was acting like a common whore! The indignation. He fisted his hardness tightly, unable to resist pleasuring himself with his own hand. It had been ages since he had done this, touched himself like a desperate, perverted-fuck. You would be his undoing.

“Tav,” He whispered your name into the night like a prayer. He could only imagine what your body looked like riding his cock, your perfect tits bouncing as you moaned. He felt the barest trace of your hot mouth against him, and he at last submitted to the feeling. Submitted to you. He felt his orgasm come on suddenly, his seed spilling onto his hand and his pants ruined.

But you kept going, milking his cock. Another wave of pleasure hit him, if he didn’t get out of this alleyway he would soon become a writhing mess. And he hated mess, detested it. No, Raphael focused on his anger. He was so furious. Enraged that his pet had tasted you first, that you had dared to sneak into his house like a filthy rat, that you continued to defy him still.

He all but runs to the portal, still with the feeling of your hot little body against his. He could still win, he could still find the path to triumph. He needed to know what to say to you when he caught you, but the words seemed to be failing him. His mind whirled with thoughts of revenge for your contemptuous acts. It was not over, little mouse. He would have you.

Notes: Maybe its my christian upbringing, maybe I have a thing for monsters. But after seriously enjoying some Raphael fan fiction I have been wanting more of it so I decided fuck it, we're writing fanfic again after a few years of hiatus totally unrelated to my previous fandom. (I do also love Gale and Astorian and the rest of the weirdos). I'm too lazy to change the looks of this blog so I probably won't, but you can also find me on AO3. Very brief editing because I have to cook dinner, so apologies in advance

#baldur's gate 3 #raphael #raphael baldur's gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction #raphael x tav #raphael x reader #raphael x you

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shu-porang-porang · 4 months

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The Cabin

Pairs: Lee Minho (Lee Know) / Han Jisung

Rating: Explicit

Theme: Smut, 18+ NO MINORS.

Warnings: fingering, anal

Word count: 1.4 k

“Are you feeling better jagiya?”

Minho asked an abnormally low-energy Jisung backstage. He already knew the answer, if anything the concert had made Jisung even more exhausted, mentally and physically. Jisung didn’t say anything, just looked up at Minho with a tired smile plastered on his face and slightly nodded. Jisung didn’t have the heart to lie to Minho, even if it was so obvious that it didn’t even count as a lie. So at times like this, he just stayed silent, letting Minho decide for his own what Jisung meant by his little gestures.

Minho gently patted him on the back, telling him little nothings about how it’s over and they can get some rest now. More silence from Jisung, all he did was a feeble attempt at holding Minho’s other hand but he decided against it as soon as their fingers touched, he couldn’t deal with any jokes about how they were like an old married couple and stuff from other members right now. He preferred to remain invisible and unnoticed.

Minho got the hint. He rushed around to gather their belongings and told others they were taking off. Chan arranged for a company car to drive them. In the backseat of the car Jisung felt a bit safer, so he melted into Minho’s arms, his head on Minho’s shoulder, sniffing his scent and letting out sighs of relief. Minho was fighting every fiber in his existence not to kiss his purring kitty right then and there. His priority was to get Jisung somewhere nice and fill his belly with something delicious, his own desires could wait until Jisung’s in the mood too.

The ride seemed impossibly long to Jisung, he lifted his head from Minho’s shoulder and took a look at the streets for the first time since they got into the car. He couldn’t understand where they were going. The streets weren’t near their dorm, or their houses, or their favorite restaurants, they were almost at the edge of the city. For a moment he panicked thinking they were being kidnapped but a glance at Minho’s composed face was enough to ensure him all was fine.

“Hyung? Where are we going?” he asked in a voice just a bit above a whisper.

Minho flashed him a warm smile “To my cabin.”

Minho had purchased a cabin on the outskirts of the city a few months back, it needed some reconstruction so no one’s ever been there, not even Jisung.

“But isn’t it under construction?”

“No baby. The construction is over, it’s furnished and all. We just need to buy some groceries and we’ll be fine.”

They got out of the car at a convenience store and Minho dismissed the driver. They bought more than they could eat, it was enough for Jisung’s glance to fall over a snack, it would get immediately added to the cart. Minho carried two heavy shopping bags as he guided Jisung through the area. The cabin was only 10 minutes away from the store but surprisingly secluded. Lavish shrubbery all around it, hiding it from sight from afar. Jisung gasped as a lake came into his view, sprawled before the cabin, and the dense foliage on its other side gave way to the woods. The dim lights of the twilight didn’t make the scenery any less magnificent.

They finally arrived at the cabin. Well, a cabin is an understatement. It was a two-story building, tastefully designed and furnished. The living room and the kitchen were on the first floor, and two cozy bedrooms on the second one. Minho pointed out that the patio furniture is in the garage and he’ll get them out if Jisung wants to sit on the front porch. Jisung just nodded, gleefully following Minho inside. At this point, he didn’t even remember his miserable state about two hours ago. Minho put the grocery bags on the countertop and took Jisung for a quick tour around the house. Jisung’s mood was already elevated and they’d done nothing but take a long ride and buy food. When the tour was over, Minho told him to relax while he cooked sth for dinner.

“I think I’ll take a shower.” Jisung said, looking in the direction of the bathroom.

“That’s great sweetie, I’ll bring you a towel, I have clean clothes here you can wear. They might be a bit oversized but they’ll have to do till we get some of yours here.”

“I love wearing your clothes, you know.” Jisung said almost shyly.

Minho smiled and gave him a soft peck on the forehead, he didn’t want to force anything on Jisung. He needed to make sure Jisung was feeling like himself and was up for bolder acts of affection.

“I’ll be downstairs then, call me if you need anything.”

Jisung stepped to the bathroom and just sat on the edge of the bathtub for several minutes staring at the white tiles, lost in his thoughts again. A knock on the door brought him back to reality.

“Come in.” he answered.

Minho opened the door with a towel in his hand, shocked to find Jisung like that.

“Jagiya, what is wrong?” Minho asked with worry written all over his face.

Jisung held his hand out for Minho to hold and pulled him closer.

“Minnie, can we shower together? I don’t wanna be left alone by myself.” Jisung pleaded.

Minho put the towel aside and cupped Jisung’s face, leaning in to kiss his pout away.

“sure we can baby.”

Minho turned the tap on and waited for the glass shower room to fill up with some steam to make sure it was going to be warm and cozy. He slowly rid Jisung of his clothes, kissing every new patch of skin he undressed. He then quickly took his own clothes off and joined Jisung in the shower.

What a delight to Jisung’s eyes! He considered himself truly lucky to be the only person who could see Minho in all his naked glory. His greedy hands ran up and down Minho’s firm muscles and Minho chuckled at his boyfriend’s sudden enthusiasm. Jisung wrapped his arms around Minho’s neck and reached for his lips, rubbing their crotches together in the process. Minho could no longer hold back. He accepted Jisung’s invitation and feasted on his lips.

Jisung’s moans started echoing in the shower as Minho’s hand wrapped around both of their members. After a few pumps, Minho let go of their semi-hard members. He didn’t want it all to end so quickly, he wanted to tease his lover a bit more. Jisung let out a whine in protest but was immediately silenced by Minho’s hungry lips.

After turning Jisung’s brain into mush by only kissing him, Minho pulled away and grabbed the body wash. He poured some on his hand and started lathering Jisung up. Jisung followed suit. He was still trying to get some friction on his member but Minho was now standing behind him and was massaging his back. His hands carefully travelled south and Jisung felt his heart beating faster as Minho’s fingers brushed over his entrance. He was purposefully missing it, just slightly hovering above or around it while groping his ass cheeks.

Jisung decided he’d had enough and pushed his hips back against Minho’s crotch. Minho smirked knowing the power he had over his needy boyfriend. He slowly entered a lathered finger in and moved it around looking for the sweet spot. Jisung’s mouth fell open and his head rolled back on Minho’s shoulder as Minho kept abusing the sensitive bundle of nerves with his finger.

“Minnie please… I want you..” Jisung begged.

“don’t you think it’s a bit uncomfortable here?” Minho teased, kissing the side of Jisung’s neck.

“I… don’t care” Jisung whined, determined to get fucked there.

Thankfully Minho had thought of such mischiefs in here while reconstructing the building and the shower was big enough to push Jisung against its wall with his ass sticking out for Minho to fuck. Minho didn’t hesitate to add a second and a third finger, quickly loosening up the muscles. He took his time to slowly enter jisung, holding jisung’s impatient hips in place with both hands. When he was balls deep inside, he reached a hand to stroke the younger boy in rhyme with his thrusts.

Neither of them lasted long. Jisung’s seeds splattered across the shower wall and Minho painted Jisung’s walls with his. He slowly pulled out, watching his juices drip down Jisung’s thighs and get washed away. Jisung’s hole was still hungry for more, clenching and unclenching around nothing. Too bad they were starving by then. So, they quickly finished their shower to go and get something into their growling stomachs.

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narratingvoice · 10 months

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soup,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

.....soup??? What about soup? Do you want me to talk about my favourite kinds of soup? Because I actually don't eat food so I have to disappoint you there. Although French onion has always looked very interesting to me, with the big crouton and all. Do you... want soup? This is a weblog, and the Parable is a video game, neither of which are ideal methods of delivering soup to you.

Wait, maybe that's it. Maybe I can figure out some way to add soup to the Stanley Parable, and that will drive up engagement numbers. Hmm... perhaps a chute somewhere that connects to various vats of soup, and you can put the bucket under there and press a button and then the soup of your choice will pour into the bucket. Would finally put that blasted thing to some good use. No, wait, no no no, as soon as I said I realized Stanley would just press the button without the bucket there, spraying soup all over my beautiful office. Okay, back to the drawing board.

Oh, this is genius - what if the button delivered soup not to Stanley in the game, but to the player in real life? You'd enter your credit card details and link your Amazon account when you load up the game, and then when you select a delicious brothy concoction, the game will automatically order it for you! We should get a brand deal with Campbell's where their soup varieties are the ones we sell, and we incorporate organic product placement, tastefully subtle of course, so as not to ruin the integrity of the story.

Yes, this is a tremendous opportunity for me! I'll be rolling in soup money! Now you can enjoy the Stanley Parable with all five senses! This will surely revolutionize the indie game space.

#tsp #the stanley parable #ask blog #reply #id in alt text

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adobe-outdesign · 3 months

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Thoughts on genesect? I disliked it when it came out (partly because I hated the movie), but now it's really grown on me

I do have mad respect towards Genesect for being our first mythical bug-type, which has long since been overdue. That said, I was never really all that huge of a fan of it, despite being a big bug-type person. I think it just looks a bit too robotic to me. Yes, it's been artificially modified with the cannon—but even without it, the body looks more like a mech to me than a bug. The head is most likely the issue, as the body's not actually too dissimilar to something like, say, Scyther.

Beyond that, the lore is interesting (albeit inconsistent; some 'dex entries say Team Plasma gave it the cannon, while some say they upgraded a pre-existing cannon). The drive gimmick is also fun, though I do wish the eyes changed color with the drive to avoid clashing accent colors.

And visually, I do like the primarily monotone color palette. The body has a nice shape to it, with spurred knees, a pointed wasp-like torso, and the lighter purple accents are tastefully placed. The cannon itself has kind of a neat shape to it, and I like that it fits the shape of the head. Once again, a bit too robotic for my tastes, but I can see this being really appealing to people who are into things like mechs.

And as a final side note, I think Genesect would've been an interesting one to get a paradox form of, mostly to get a taste of it without the cannon. I don't know, maybe it would just be the same design minutes the cannon, but there could be interesting potential depending on what direction it's taken in.

#hopefully I didn't miss anything bulbapedia's down at the moment #pokemon #pokemon reviews #genesect

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morgana-ren · 2 years

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Here, take my cheese. I’ve felt like garbage lately which means you lot get a short sap. Short and bad, just for you.

"Merciful Gods, you wear that dress well, darling."

There's the ever playful lilt that is so signature to his tone, but the low drifting of his russet eyes denotes something far less innocent. He doesn't admire the taper that gently sways around her legs nor the flattering way it hugs her soft curves.

Rather, his vision seems unceremoniously stuck on the low scoop where her ample cleavage lies, stuffed plump beneath the neckline— perhaps more than a little of the reason he'd acquired such a dress for her in the first place.

Though his compliment is genuine— most evidenced by the rather conspicuous tightening of his breeches between his thighs— his beloved doesn't seem to blush or smile. Rather, she studies him through a grumpy side-eye, lips downturned in a distinctive pout and looking decidedly surly.

"This is your fault, you know."

He takes heed of her irritation, though doesn't faze him in the slightest. If anything, he finds it all rather adorable. She was always cute when she was angry; little nose crinkled and lips scrunched in a cranky huff.

"I hardly can take credit for your beauty, my love," He reaches a cold, pale hand to caress her cheek and she swats him away.

"I mean this!" She motions two angry fingers towards her swelling belly, currently hidden tastefully beneath the wispy fabric, adorned beneath a silken crimson cloth she's tied around her waist as an accent to draw attention away from it.

He chuckles low and deep, scooting close enough to where she sits on the bed to wrap his wiry arms around her torso, squeezing enough to convey his tender affection but not enough to cause her discomfort given the circumstances.

"Be fair, darling. It takes two to do the sinful tango, and it's hardly my fault you're so fecund," He giggles again, placing his palms face down on the rounds of her belly to feel the growing presence of life beneath her round flesh. "And in my defense, I thought it was as impossible as you did!"

"I'm not sure I believe that anymore," Her lips purse and she scowls at him. "Because here we are! You're telling me you had no idea this was possible? In two hundred years, you never heard a thing about this?"

"Not the foggiest, my dear. Cross my unbeating heart. It wasn't a subject on the table most evenings."

He gives her his most charming simper— one that drives her mad because she can never quite tell if he's telling the truth, even after years at his side. He doesn't let her linger long on the subject either way. The pregnancy hormones have taken root rather fast, and she is prone to moodiness— and an extreme thirst.

"Either way, my dear, you look positively good enough to eat—"

"You're a pervert!" She wiggles and bats his hands away. "You can't talk to me like that anymore! I'm going to be some little one's mother." She straightens her spine proudly to convey a sense of austerity.

One he immediately ruins.

"Oh yes, you are," he giggles. "Two or three little ones judging by these alone—"

He cups her breasts and jiggles them both in his palms as a dopey, lecherous smile spreads across his face.

"Stop it!"

"Don't be greedy, my love. You have plenty to spare!" He laughs and shields his face from her barrage of playful slaps.

"You're foul."

"And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on." His expression softens ever so slightly and he places a gentle kiss on her temple. "And growing ever lovelier."

"Why did I agree to marry you?" She sighs at the sheer cheese of it all, petering out into a soft laugh as she exhales.

"Because I'm the most handsome being on this side of Toril, quite obviously," he runs his slender fingers through his well-styled flaxen hair before tugging her close again. "And because I swept you off your feet long before they started to swell."

"Not enough."

"Because I'm the father of your future half-vampire children? I do assume that's how it works though I can't be entirely certain—"

"Nope. And I don't know. According to you, we're in uncharted territory here."

"How about because I adore you, worship the ground you walk on, and revere you as the baneful goddess you are —" He punctuates it with an elaborate, dramatic gesture, and she only blinks at him. "—and more importantly, you love me."

"I guess." She snorts.

"The ring adorning your lovely little finger says otherwise," he intertwines his hand with hers, bringing the crimson bloodstone to light.

"It is rather nice, isn't it?" She flexes her fingers in front of her as if to check her nails before planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Kept in the Szarr Family for centuries. He used to brag about it whenever he could— and I could swear it still has his blood on it in the right lighting. I suppose some stains never quite come out," A rueful smile plays across his pale-pink lips, rising just above the sharp of his fangs. "And now it's all mine— as are you."

#Astarion #astarion x reader #or something #she's pergernat #I don't even like pregnancy I don't know why I wrote it #just had a weird thought and ran with it for 3 minutes #cannot get anything else done at ALL but here's for you

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joelswritingmistress · 7 months

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Oh Captain, My Captain: Chapter 9

What a night. That was your first thought when you woke up the next morning to the sound of seagulls chirping outside. A stream of sunlight highlighted every little corner of the room that you hadn't really gotten a glimpse of the night before.

You didn't have a care in the world. In fact, you felt light as a feather. Beside you, Joel still slept in his boyish contentment. Messy hair. Deep breaths entering and exiting his nose. Arms folded, hugging across his bare chest. The artist in you wanted to paint him in such a picture perfect state.

A lone anxious thought rose in your chest and it made you reach for your phone. Had anyone been looking for you, or did your brother come through?

A wave of relief washed over you when you saw there were no missed messages or calls. None. Zero. You were in the clear. Free.

The clock read ten minutes after seven o'clock and for a short time you just laid there in the blissful ocean of sheets and blankets. Joel's room was surprisingly neat for a bachelor, with a flatscreen above a pale white bureau and a few other wooden pieces of furniture. A cylindrical wicker basket sat in the corner filled nearly to the top with laundry beside a set of pullout doors you assumed housed a closet.

When Joel finally stirred, he hummed a little wake-up groan to himself as he rubbed beneath one eye before opening them.

You turned, smiling smally to yourself at his pillow-tossed hair and morning squint as the sun invaded his slumber. You felt at ease when the corner of his mouth perked up in a smile and his hand fell to your bare hip beneath the covers.

"Hey," he said quietly, his voice coming out a bit gravelly before he cleared his throat.

"Hey," you echoed, turning your body to face him more directly.

"How'd you sleep?"

"Fine." You sighed when his hand rose high up your torso and back down. "Did you sleep well?"

He nodded against the pillow. "You don't have anywhere to be right?"

You shook your head. "Nope. Do you?"

"Not until later." Joel grinned a little wider. "Someone's gotta drive the boat. Maybe you can come be a stowaway again on a ride or two."

"If you don't mind the company."

Joel chuckled quietly and pulled your body closer to his. Your lips met as you edged closer and all at once you were lost in each other again. Joel held you close, pinning you on top of him as you leaned down and initiated a heated, urgent kiss that intensified the moment. The rest happened naturally.

The entire morning went something like that. Joel whipped up some bacon and eggs with toast and some fruit. You stared out through the hanging branches toward the ocean as you sat side by side eating breakfast at the kitchen island.

Moments after slipping a strawberry into his mouth, Joel was picking up you and seating you down on the countertop with his face in your breasts leaving kisses up your neck and making you want him again.

There was a fleeting moment where you worried someone might see your intimate encounter from one of the many open windows; but once Joel got your next love making session underway you forgot all about it.

Fuck, it was all so overwhelming in the best of ways. You couldn't keep your hands off each other. All it took was one of you to look at each other the right way and the throes of new love took over.

It was close to noon when your bodies had finally had enough. Joel laid on the couch, tastefully exhausted, with you on his chest partially beneath a blanket that had been hanging on the back of the couch.

He placed his first two fingers beneath your chin and it forced your eyes on his. You placed a gentle peck on his lips.

"You know I'm normally a grumpy old man?" He said, half-kidding.

You shook your head with a grin. "I don't believe it."

"This is the first time in awhile I haven't thought about going down to that little dive bar to grumble about my day, or just get buzzed to come home alone and fall asleep."

You kissed his lips again. "I enjoy being with you, Joel."

He let his fingers run up and down your back. "I'm starting to wish you could stay for longer than just this week."

"Me too." You felt somber agreeing with him and rested your head flat against his chest. When his lips touched the top of your head your eyes closed.

"I have to get to work," Joel said in a voice just above a whisper. "You can stay.. or if you need to go home I can drop you off."

You wanted to stay, but you didn't have clothes.. and you knew you had to check in with your family sooner or later.

"Well I don't have any clean clothes," you told him with a laugh. "And I think my parents might send out a search party if I don't show my face. But, uh.."

Joel finished your thought. "Well, if you can sneak away again and feel like coming back with some clean clothes, I get out of work at six. I wouldn't mind some company."

You could sense a seriousness in his eyes and voice, alike. You felt it, too.

"I'd like the company, too."

Joel toyed with your hair and closed his eyes. "I don't want to get up." He let out a light laugh and you smiled.

"Have any sick days?" You joked, scrunching your nose as you looked up at him.

He chuckled. "I think they'd all see right through that lie. Plus.. the tourists await." Joel guided your face back to his and you shared a series of closed mouth kisses.

"Come on," he said with reluctance. "Let's get you home."

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