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[cissyenthusiast010155]

If you can & want to. (Love ur work btw ❤️)

I’m in desperate need for more Mortica, like fuck…anyway lol I would like to request Sub!Mortica x SoftDom!Reader where Tish is so very desperate clinging to reader begging and pulling out all the stops:waterworks, big puppy dog eyes, nuzzling, whining &, clinging. Reader gives in and throughly fucks her, Tish is of course very happy and cuddling ensues after some fun.(CZJs eyes man, they are absolutely beautiful.)

(Shapeshifted p, praise kink Tish, Tish is obsessed with sitting on readers lap w/ her head tucked into the crook of readers neck and she loves cuddling)

Heyyy anon! Absolutely!!! Thank you for the request 🥰 Hope you Enjoy 💞💞 Nad I hope you have a lovely day/night!!

Wait Your Turn ~Sub!Morticia Addams xFem Soft!Dom!Shapeshifting!Teacher!Reader

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Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, smut, shapeshifting dick (g!p), riding, praise kink, begging, crying, kissing, overstimulation, etc.

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It wasn’t even first period yet, and your wife was getting needy…

You chuckled to yourself as you were getting some early work done, and Morticia oh so innocently waltzed into your classroom. Her hips swayed and her fingers played with her raven locks, as she walked towards you.

“Morning ‘Tish…” you hummed, not looking up from your work as you finished your last graded paper of your fourth period class.

“I missed you…” the raven haired teacher pouted, “You weren’t at breakfast…”

“I’m gone for a couple of hours, and you already miss me…?” You teased your lover.

“Mhmmmm…” she hummed, moving to lay her upper body against your desk while waving her ass teasingly.

You put your pen down and filed the graded paper away, finally looking up at your wife. Your eyes widened slightly at the sight in front of you. Morticia was leaned up against your desk, giving you a perfect view of her perky tits, bouncy ass, and pouting lips.

“You’re too cute” you cooed, scrunching your nose in a little bunny movement.

Morticia grabbed your hands and pulled them forward to palm her tits in response, as well as giving you her classic puppy dog eyes.

“Use your words, sweet girl…” you reminded the raven haired woman, groping her tits as you spoke.

“Fuck me before your first class…?” Morticia needily asked, leaning into your touch happily.

You quirked your head at your wife, suddenly removing your hand. Morticia whimpered in response.

“Nuh uh…” you tutted as a reminder, “No complaining…”

The woman nodded.

“Sorry Ma’am…” she needily purred.

“Maybe later, sweetheart. Class starts in 10 minutes, that’s too close. Be a good girl and go back to your classroom, your students arrive in 5.” You cooed.

Morticia bit her lip in frustration and nodded in recognition. She walked out in defeat. But the sway in her hips told you that feeling wasn’t permanent. She’d be back…

~~~

The next time Morticia found you was during your shared lunch break. You had both brought food from home, and she had found you in your classroom once more.

This time she came right up to your chair and plopped herself in your lap. She hummed in content of being so close to you, nuzzling impossibly closer.

“Missed you…” Morticia whined into your neck.

Putting her head in the crook of your neck was one of her favorite pastimes…

You sighed and put your work and lunch down once more. Your hands went to her back and hip, and this made the woman purr in delight. She clung onto like there was no tomorrow. You chuckled at her clinginess and apparent neediness.

“You’re going to have to wait until we’re home, sweet thing…” you cooed.

Morticia pulled out to meet your gaze, her face contorted with big puppy dog eyes and a plumped up pouty lip.

“Please Ma’am… M’mm so needy…” she whined desperately, while grinding herself down on the plastic dick underneath your trousers.

“No, baby… Not until we get home…” you lightly teased, but with still a firm tone of voice.

The raven haired teacher let out a frustrated and strangled sigh. She pulled her head out from your neck. The woman bit her lip and then nodded slowly in recognition, her head hanging low and her eyes still looking at you doe eyed and needy. You chuckled lightly.

“You can stay here, in my lap, until I’m finished with my lunch, Baby. And if you’re good, we can go home early tonight. How does that sound?” You suggestively cooed.

Morticia’s eyes lit up a little and she picked her head up, nodding eagerly in agreement.

“Ok, yes please, please Mon Amour…” Tish begged with her best puppy dog eyes.

You smiled lightly in amusement and nodded, letting the woman curl back up into your frame.

For the rest of your lunch break, Morticia cuddles fiercely against you, not letting you go for even a millisecond. She purred like a happy cat, rocking her body against you and your bulge.

Time past and your lunch break ended swiftly. Picking up your wife and placing her back on her feet, you put your lunch away and kissed Morticia on the cheek.

“Time for our classes, my love…” you sighed.

Morticia looked at you, her eyes silently begging for you to drop all your classes for the afternoon and spend the whole rest of the day with her. And like you could read her mind…

“ ‘Tish, love, we’ll have all the time after class” you comforted your wife, “Can you be a good girl and go teach your students? We can meet here after last period.”

Morticia fluttered her eyelashes in a quick pattern, almost like she was getting ready to cry. But she simply nodded instead. You nodded and smiled lightly in response.

Before you could go back to focusing on your work, the raven haired teacher’s lips were on yours. You could taste the neediness on her tongue. You let Morticia have a couple minutes of kissing, before you broke away.

“I love you, Baby” you cooed.

“Love you too, Mon Amour” Your wife purred.

You then sent the woman out and back on her way to her own classroom.

~~~

Your last class of the day’s bell rang, and the students quickly packed up and poured out from your classroom and into the hallway.

You sighed in relief, finally finished with classes for the day and anticipatory of going home. You began to pack up your things, checking the clock and awaiting your wife’s soon arrival. Within minutes, Morticia was in your room, bag in hand, ready to leave.

“Almost ready, my love… Just have to pack up my things, then I will be good to go” you hummed.

Morticia pouted in response, sitting at one of the student desks and tapping the desk impatiently. You then heard her start sniffling. You looked up, picking up your bag, and walked over to your wife.

“Why are you crying, Baby…?” You cooed.

Tish sniffled and looked up at you. Her eyes were all puppy dog and again and her lip was trembling.

“Need you so bad… so bad it hurts…” she whimpered.

“Oh Baby… I know… Let’s go home.” You comforted the woman.

~~~

You’d both gotten undressed instantly when you’d gotten home, and now, you were sitting in the middle of your bed, with Morticia on your lap.

She was cuddled up, her face in your shoulder, as you dragged her wet cunt down onto your shapeshifted member. You sank Tish all the way down on your dick, and the woman cried out in overstimulation.

“So F-full… Too much Ma’am…!” Morticia breathlessly moaned, her sounds muffled by your neck and shoulders

“No no, you can take it, my good girl.” You cooed into her ear, “You begged for my cock all day… You can be a good girl and take it…”

Tish nodded vigorously, as you began to find a faster pace at which you started slamming into your wife’s aching hole. Sinful moans and cries flowed from Morticia’s lips, her sounds getting more and more desperate. Your pounding became more rough and hard.

You made Morticia crash over the edge for the first time that night, and she clinged onto you, crying out in pleasure and scratching the hell out of your back. Her cries didn’t stop though…

As you didn’t relent. You kept slamming up into her. Her hips rutted instinctually down on you dick. She began crying it was all too much for her. But she begged you not to stop.

And so you made her cum again. This time, Tish muffled her leud sounds by biting down on your shoulder. You groaned in pleasurable-pain, continuing to thrust in and out of the woman.

“Doing so well, Baby… Being such a good girl… Color?” You reassured the raven haired woman.

“Good God G-green—!!” Morticia desperately moaned out.

“Good girl…” you cooed.

~~~

Once Tish had finally been tired out, you immediately started to comfort and love on her. She cuddled into your frame, after you had cleaned up her thighs. Morticia clung onto you tightly, humming happily at having gotten what she wanted.

“Sleep Well, Sweet girl…” you cooed.

“Mmmm Night, Mon Amour” Tish whispered.

~~~

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I'm the anon who asked to be stuck with joe in the elevator And this is exactly what I wanted and even better!!!! So sad that there's only one more chapter but so excited for them!! HE'S SO SWEET

felt right to use this ask for the last part ❤️ thanks for the initial request! and im glad you enjoyed! Wordcount: 4.9K

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Between Floors and Feelings

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

You were warm. Shielded. Safe.

Dreaming, and sort of... floaty, in a space where there were no worries, and everything was soft and cozy and heavenly peaceful.

There was one little zing, something bothering you, and it came from your lower back. It was far away enough to ignore. You could easily pretend it wasn’t there. Not real.

A lot of things weren’t real, but it wasn’t like you were bothered.

You weren’t awake but weren’t asleep, felt the pull of sleep combined with the sense of waking up. Felt fucking great. You got to stretch it too, make it last longer, and it was a little like you got to snooze without your phone’s alarm going off every 9 minutes.

It smelled nice where you were, and you kind of wanted you bury yourself inside all of it more. Inside of where you were. Inside of how you felt.

That little zing slowly came more into focus, and you noticed it didn’t just come from your lower back. It was your neck too, accompanied by the dull ache of your numb butt cheeks.

Someone softly groaned next to you, and the sound that was made could’ve easily escaped your own throat. Because ugh was exactly right.

You guessed you’d only been asleep for maybe 30 minutes. What with the way you still felt exhausted, sleep heavily pulling on your every limb, desperate to drag you back in.

The aches became too overpowering, urging you to move. You shifted, only slightly, but it was enough to make the restriction you felt all down your side tighten. You got squeezed a little more into this nook, and whilst incredibly warm and inviting, it hurt whatever was sore already.

So you also groaned, but it was softer than what had come from beside you seconds earlier. Just a small hum that notified you were awake.

Sort of awake.

Opening your eyes was more difficult that you’d anticipated, and you realised that you’d slumped back so far, you had sunken down way further in your sleep. Your asleep-self had been able to shield her eyes from the harsh fluorescent lights inside Joe’s jacket.

Joe’s jacket.

Joe.

Your head snapped upright and turned to look at him. The quick movement hurt the way any quick movement would after sitting or laying weird for a bit, but luckily it went just as quickly as it came.

Joe was waking up as well, slowly, eyes all squinty as he also seemed to adjust to waking up in a sore body.

You looked at each other a second with lazy grins before both of you seemed to suddenly realize that your close proximity was weird for two strangers who had met maybe two hours ago.

Tension shot into your body, and you straightened up in a bit of a jump. You felt your spine click from the sudden movement and winced.

“Oof,” Joe’d heard it too, and before you could even reach for it yourself, Joe placed a warm palm on where he thought the noise had come from. “That didn’t sound good,”

“Serves me right for sleeping sat up in a tube station lift,” you said, voice still thick with sleep but clearing up a little more with every word you spoke.

You bent a shoulder down, and then the other, twisting your back a little and it made you pinpoint exactly where the pain sat. You moved a hand to touch it, and instinctively, Joe’s hand moved down towards it to help out.

Like he hadn’t helped enough yet.

Not that you were complaining.

You’d just woken up in the arms of a man who let you nap on him for twenty minutes. A stranger. One that shouldn’t be considered a stranger after the wild ride the night had taken you on, but still.

He pushed a thumb in a little and it made you sit up straighter, arching your back as you stretched it out.

“Hmh,” that felt nice.

“Careful with your neck, you, um… hung into it quite heavily,”

You brought up a hand to rub the side of it as you rolled your neck slowly to stretch all sides. Joe’s hand stayed put on your lower back until you turned your head to look at him. With a shy smile, Joe broke contact, and for a moment, you just looked at each other.

“Good nap?”

“Too short,”

“We've slept for two hours,”

What?!

Jesus.

You checked your phone and found out he was right. You also still didn’t have service and your battery was dangerously low.

“My God, that felt much shorter,”

Joe opened his mouth go say something, but you got interrupted by the intercom suddenly springing to life. Unprompted, the lift filled itself with the static that made the both of you flinch and duck into your shoulders because, what the fuck?!

You both looked at the intercom before turning to look at each other again.

It was more confusing than it was scary, but it still shot a healthy dose of adrenaline into your system.

You saw how Joe's eyes darted around before he looked up towards the ceiling, and he carefully questioned, “William?”

William?

You detected a sneaky smile.

“We don't have any bread!”

Oh. The ghost. He barely made it through his joke without laughing. You would've laughed if you weren't hyperfocused on the soft crackling, the intermittent pops and bursts. It made Joe get up to listen closer. He pressed the emergency button again, for good measure.

You waited.

Joe's mention of bread made you think of the banana bread you had at home. Fuck, you could really go for some right now.

It seemed ages before anything happened. It was just a lot of white noise, but then, all of a sudden, a voice.

“Attention, this is an emergency message for those currently stuck in the lift. We want to assure you that your situation has been noticed, and help is on the way.”

You and Joe looked at each other with big eyes, and you scrambled to get up and get your ear closer too. Not that it made much difference, but you weren't going to fucking miss any of this.

“Please remain calm and know that our trained professionals are already working diligently to ensure you will be rescued shortly. Your safety is our top priority, and we are doing everything possible to resolve this situation swiftly.”

Stood opposite each other, bent over slightly to make sure your ears were as close to the intercom as you could get them, you copied Joe's stance and folded your arms too.

You rolled your eyes when they asked you to remain calm - remain calm. Joe scoffed for the same reason. You had been in there for hours, had had a whole panic attack, nearly pissed yourself, even fucking slept for a few hours... these people pretended you'd only just gotten stuck.

This lift felt like home now. It had its own bedroom - the side on which you'd slept. Its own toilet - where that stupid bottle was stood. There even was an office, with an intercom where you called people. All designated areas for different things, and it made the lift feel a lot bigger than it did when you'd just gotten on.

You remembered how you'd felt like the small space was suffocatingly tiny. Kind of felt stupidly massive now, for a lift anyway.

“Our rescue team has been alerted, and they are mobilizing to reach your location as quickly as possible.”

Joe snorted, and you were close enough to feel the puff of air on your face. You silently giggled at Joe's frown, finding small moments to communicate with looks as you listened. Clearly Joe thought their 'as quickly as possible' seemed terribly slow. You'd been asleep for two hours and Joe hadn't pressed the emergency button once throughout. What had suddenly made someone spring into action?

“In the meantime, we kindly request that you avoid any unnecessary movement within the elevator and refrain from attempting to force the doors open. It is important to conserve your energy and remain patient until help arrives.”

“Pfft, patient,” Joe repeated and inhaled sharply. You'd been plenty patient.

“We apologize for the inconvenience and assure you that every effort is being made to resolve this situation promptly.”

A short silence fell, and you waited for more information. The pause took too long, you thought, and you expected the static to stop, like it had done countless times after the button had been pushed. It was clear that whoever was on the other side of the intercom was reading a standard message specifically written for a passengers-stuck-in-lift-situation from whatever worksheet they had been handed.

But then, in a much more informal tone, they said, “Sorry it took ages, Frank said it was ghosts messing with the system until we checked the CCTV footage and saw two people go in and never come out,”

It made you and Joe give each other funny faces.

“Ooh, Frank's in trouble,” Joe said softly, making you huff a laugh.

“Once again, please remain calm and trust that you are in capable hands. We will get you out of the lift as soon as possible. Thank you for your cooperation and understanding.”

The message ended on a professional note, and soon after, the white noise of the intercom died and silence took over once more.

It was just past 4 a.m. and in just over an hour you knew the station would open its gates anyway. You'd practically been in there all night. Not quite, but it kind of counted like all night. Joe would agree, you were sure.

“Promise me one thing,” you broke the silence.

“Hmh?” Joe perked up.

“If anyone asks, that bottle was in here already,” you looked at the bottle that held your urine, still in its own little corner, still taunting you the way it had from the moment you'd placed it there.

It made Joe chuckle silently.

“What bottle?” Joe joked, immediately going with it, pretending it wasn't even there. He also didn't look at it, which you appreciated. You knew because when you turned to look at him, you found him looking back at you.

“Thanks,”

“What happens in the lift, stays in the lift.”

Oh, you liked that. What happened in there could stay in there forever.

“Well, if that's the case,” you started, stepping back towards where you'd sat before, back against the doors. “I've got some confessions to make.”

This piqued Joe's interest, eyebrows shooting up, “Oh?”

Joe sat down below the intercom, back against the side, diagonally opposite you. If you both crossed your legs, your right knee would fight his left knee for space.

“Nothing too crazy, but, since being in here, twice I've wondered about how much money it would cost me to have someone murdered.”

You weren't joking.

“Wha- me?! Oh my God, I'm not going to tell anyone that you peed into a bottle!” Joe sputtered, all in shock and all defensive. You were reminded of Joe's profession and thought, yea, that makes sense, he's theatrical enough.

“Jesus fucking Chr- no, not you, you idiot,” before you were even done speaking, Joe's facial expression had broken into a grin, letting you know that he knew who you were talking about.

“Shut up,” you tried to hide a smile. Couldn't.

“I wasn't saying anything. Any other confessions? Now's the time, apparently,” Joe joked, and without any real warning, the news of rescue being on the way had turned the mood fun and playful.

Things were suddenly looking up, even though you felt gross and tired and your back still didn't feel great. Neither did your feet. You were starting to get real hungry now too.

You thought a second of what else to confess. What else to get out of your system to then stick to the wall-panels of the lift, to leave in there forever. Something embarrassing, but not more embarrassing than fainting and pissing into a bottle in front of a stranger.

“See this tooth?” you tapped a canine. “Fake. Knocked it out when I tried to jump rope with my arms like King Louie does in The Junglebook.”

Joe let his cheeks puff out in a bad attempt to keep a belly laugh inside. It got out straight away.

“Had to tell a room full of doctors what happened, which I could barely do, because my whole mouth was bleeding and I was, you know, missing a tooth,”

Joe was fucking losing it, mouth open in wild laughter, head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, and you kind of loved it. Your mind raced and found more embarrassing shit to share.

“And last week, I was late to work because I lost my phone, and I live in a studio so there's not many places for me to lose it, but I spent a good fifteen minutes turning the place upside down until I thought, you know what, I could just call myself, and so I did... with my phone, that I had been holding, the whole fucking time.”

Joe was bent over, shaking into his shoulders, doing his best to stifle the giggles and compose himself. Felt good, making him laugh like that.

“Yea, no, um...”

“I'm not finished. It wasn't until I was twenty-one that I realised that Cruella De Vil is literally cruel devil. Her name's cruel devil, I was shocked when I found out and my parents made fun of me for it.”

Joe seemed shocked too, or pretended to be anyway, said, “Oh my God, try twenty-nine!” and made explosion noises as he shook his palms near his head. Mind blown.

You both laughed until it died out. And then, Joe raised a careful eyebrow to coax one more confession from you.

All right. You could do one more.

You squinted your eyes in thought for a second, hesitating if you really should say what you were about to say, but then Joe bit into his lower lip as he grinned, and you couldn't not share.

“My best friend has a one-year-old I think is ugly- there! I said it!”

Just like he had before, laughter burst out of Joe and the way that filled you up with joy was wild. It felt similar to how sunbeams affected you when you felt them warm your skin. You saw Joe's face contort as he tried to think of how to react to any of the information you'd just shared, but you didn't leave him enough time.

There were two people in this lift.

“Okay, your turn,”

And that caught him slightly off guard, but only for a second. Oh, Joe could play. He sat up, crossed his legs and rubbed his hands together before folding them and pressing them too his mouth.

He narrowed his eyes in thought and you could feel the giggles already forming in your chest. Joe hadn't even said anything yet, but just from his facial expressions, you knew this was going to be good.

“I, um...” Joe started, and you could practically taste the hesitation. But he was smiling, so you waved a hand in circles which meant, go on then.

Before Joe spoke, he shuffled closer.

“I think you're very funny,”

Oh.

“I think that for a theme party dressing up as a bride is a great costume,”

Oh, shit. As your smile faltered, Joe reached and picked up a hand from your lap to hold between his own.

“I think you smell very nice,”

You frowned slightly. Lies. You were carrying a whole evening's worth of tears, snot, panic sweat as well as just regular sweat, urine, tube grime, and lift filth. There was no way you smelled nice still.

But Joe kept going.

“I think that what happened to you tonight- last night, isn't what you deserve at all, and isn't a reflection of who you are as a person,”

Joe squeezed your hand and you were growing more uncomfortable by the second.

“I think it's not so bad being stuck in a lift with you,”

Obviously, it was. You had really put Joe to work in that metal box you were stuck in. He was clearly just being nice.

“I think it's cute how this is clearly unbearable to you,”

“Yea, please stop,” you were surprised by how your voice trembled and were quick to clear your throat.

“One more,” Joe said and he leant forward, like he was going to share a secret. You instinctively copied him, leaning in a little more yourself too.

“You're pretty,” Joe forewent the I think and stated it like it was a fact, and it made you want to pull your hand back from his grip. Joe didn't let you though, and made it worse by also reaching for the other. He held on and when he felt you try to pull both back, he only tightened his clasp on them. Your grimace made him chuckle.

“Gorgeous, charming, stunning–”

“Stop, you said one more,”

“Beautiful.”

You fought your hands free and Joe laughed as your whole body recoiled. You overdid it a tad, but you really did feel all awkward at his nice words. It's not like you knew each other, so half the shit he was saying didn't feel like it could be true, no matter how sincerely he had sounded.

“Jesus, you're acting like a girl has never peed in front of you before,” you joked, insinuating that the peeing was what had enthralled him. It made Joe laugh again.

“See? Funny!”

That made you snort.

“And charming,” Joe said, and that, in turn, made you scowl, so then he continued, “All right, all right, I'll stop.” and to replace your hands, Joe's palms found both your knees, pinpointing them with ease one more despite all of the skirt covering them.

So, maybe you were a bit delusional, but... there was something heartfelt, something real genuine about the way Joe looked at you.

You studied it for a second, to make sure you'd really seen it right.

Joe was already sat very close to you, had leant in and had somehow gotten even closer as he had gone through his confessions.

Without much thought, moving on autopilot, you placed your hands over Joe's and you saw him glance down at them as his grin grew wider.

Uh oh.

Joe had nice lips.

Shit.

No, but, he really did. You'd lie if you said you hadn't noticed them earlier, but, not like this you hadn't.

You also decided that the length of his facial hair was perfect. Just a little scruff, nothing too intense, but, you know... just looked nice. From where you were sat you could see individual lighter and darker hairs and the spots were hair didn't grow.

Your eyes traveled up.

Freckles.

They were so tiny, from a normal distance, you'd have never seen them. Now, focusing on them, you saw there were so many, all constellated over his cheek bones. His nose. In between his brows, disappearing under his curls.

When your eyes finally found his eyes, you were taken aback by how they were looking at you, boring into your soul like they could see all of the secrets you kept inside.

“Hi,” Joe whispered, smiling, and it felt so incredibly intimate, you wanted to never look into his eyes again whilst simultaneously never wanting to look away ever again.

“Beautiful,” Joe barely even said it at all, you were able to understand him from his mouth movement alone.

You opened your mouth to say something back, but words left you entirely. Joe called you beautiful and you wanted to say, should see me on a good day. Should've seen you at the beginning of the night. Or two weeks ago, when you got your hair and make-up done professionally.

But alas. Joe called you beautiful now, and he really fucking meant it.

What do you say to someone when all you want to do is kiss them?

Turns out, nothing.

Instead, you just stare at their mouth until they get the hint.

And Joe got it all right.

One of Joe's hands left your knee to find a new place to touch around your neck, fingers around your jaw, pulling you closer a little. His large hand felt incredibly soft and you pinched your eyebrows together.

Joe moved closer and let his nose touch yours, let it nuzzle, and Jesus, fuck, this was one of those moments you wanted to live in forever. Mouths close, not kissing, but sharing breath, heads tilted and noses circling.

Your breath shuddered as you placed a hand onto Joe's chest, and you heard little noises escape Joe's throat before he sighed contently.

Who was going to be the one to give in first?

Who was going to tip their head and press their lips onto the other's?

You kind of wanted it to be you, but, you enjoyed this moment of almost too much. Right here, things weren't complicated. Right here you could claim nothing really happened, and there was a false sense of safety there.

Until suddenly, it just wasn't enough, and when seconds passed and your noses circled with lips so very nearly brushing without Joe really doing something, you decided you were going to be the one to break the barrier.

Except, you decided too late.

Because, the very moment your mind told you, fuck it, let's go, the whole lift jolted. Like someone pulled on the cables a little and let the whole thing drop again, and the loud creaking of metal echoed in the lift shaft. You were lucky you were sitting down, or you would've definitely lost balance and would've fallen over.

It scared the living daylights out of you, and any tension that had hung thick in the air before was replaced by fear and sheer confusion. Because, what the fuck just happened?!

You only had a few seconds to look around, look up, mostly, because that's where the loud noises were coming from. Then before you really understood what was going on, the lift started moving in small shocks.

Up.

Up to where the exit was and where you'd be able to get out through the doors you were sat against.

The higher up you got, the further away your little moment seemed to you, and now, both on your feet, really itching to finally get out of this death trap, you started hearing voices.

“Everything all right in there?”

“Yea, we're all right,” you answered.

“Please step away from the doors as much as you can,”

“Mate, there's doors on either side,” Joe looked behind him, then back to the doors where the voice had come from.

The lift stopped, and you knew you were right at the top.

“These ones, step back from these ones,”

And after some prying, some technical difficulties, and eventually, four gloved hands pushing the doors open, you were freed.

“Oh my God,” one of the paramedics that was waiting to check each of you over said when he saw the both of you.

Rude.

“That's one hell of a wedding night,”

Oh. Yea, you supposed you kind of looked like a fucked up bride and groom if you didn't have any context.

“Oh, no, that's not what, we're–” Joe started, but you cut him off, scoffing and going, “Ugh, yea, t'was the worst!”

You snuck a look at Joe and saw him grin. Blush a little too. He didn't correct you as you were being lead into the back of the ambulance that was waiting outside.

Tube staff took both yours and Joe's details, and after having both your vitals checked, a staff member came up to you holding the bottle that held your urine, and at the same time, you and Joe both said,

“That was in there already.”

Paramedics declared you were fine. Shaken up and in need of fluids and sleep, but ultimately fine.

Just before you were sent on your merry way, you saw how the lift that kind of felt like it was your lift now, was being taped shut with black and yellow caution lines.

Out of service.

You kind of hoped it would be for a while.

Suddenly being out on the street, everything felt larger than it ever had before. You were free to go wherever now, and it was stupid how that now felt scary and uncertain. There were other people here and nothing was predictable now. It took you a second to think it over before you told yourself you were being silly and it was time to part ways with Joe.

You turned to face him, to say goodbye, but then Joe gestured towards Bow Street and said, “You're this way, right?” before using a hand on your lower back to push you along. You fell into step together and sighed a small breath of relief.

Joe was walking you home.

It wasn't far, but it was enough time to at least have your goodbye be a little more than a simple, well, that's it, see ya.

It was starting to get light out, and for a few steps, you were both silent.

Then, Joe spoke up.

“Did you know Covent Garden's haunted?”

You smirked, looking down at your feet as you walked. “Oh? Is it?”

“Hmh, yea. You see, there's this... tallish actor,”

You looked to your side to see Joe also had his eyes down, looking at where he was placing is feet as he walked down the pavement with you. Your corner came closer at an alarming speed and you wished you lived further away.

“And he sort of, roams the streets in the early mornings, looking for bread,”

“Ah,” you joined the bit. “I think I've heard of him, did he die in 1890-something and is his name William?”

“No, different guy,” Joe shook his head, but couldn't hide the smile. “This one's alive still,” Joe glanced at you, and added, “Or so I've heard.”

You caught on.

“Does um... does this tallish actor roaming the streets of Covent Garden happen to like banana bread, do you think?”

You tried your best to sound sincere and curious, but your face was absolutely giving you away.

“Hmh... I don't know, he might,”

“It's home-made,”

“Then definitely yes,”

You felt Joe's hand touch yours, and before you knew it, your fingers intertwined together and for the last few steps to your front door, you walked down the street in a green vintage suit and a ridiculously dirty wedding dress as you held hands.

“Good,” you said, squeezing.

“Good,” Joe said, squeezing back.

And you knew that technically, if you asked the clocks of London, you'd only really met a couple of hours ago.

But if you asked one of the Covent Garden tube station lifts, you'd practically lived half a life together already.

Suddenly you thanked the stars, which were fading fast as the sun started taking over, that you'd walked in on your boss and ex-boyfriend when you had. It shouldn't have happened sooner, and it shouldn't have happened later.

Stopping in front of your door, you reached up a hand to the electronic keypad to punch in the right combination to unlock the door, but before you could, Joe swiped in and took hold of it with his. With both your hands in his, he manouvered you until you had your back against the door and he closed in.

Back to where he was before.

Back to where the both of you were before.

Nose to nose, eyes too close to properly focus on one another and you swallowed thickly.

Fuck.

Was Joe going to swirl the tip of his nose around yours for too long again? Were you going to have to count the seconds until you could no longer stand it aga–

No.

You didn't. Joe didn't.

Joe leant in and kissed you. Pressed his lips onto yours, slotting them into place perfctly, and he breathed in deeply as one of his hands loosened in your grip and came up to cup your cheek.

Lips brushed, and Joe pulled back slightly, only to dive straight back in with more frevour. More hunger. No tongue. Just soft lips, swirling noses, heads tipping and fingers brushing. You kissed like that until it left you breathless and Joe pressed his forehead against yours, eyes still closed, savouring this moment because he too wanted to live in it forever.

After all of the events that lead up to this moment, this was it.

This was it, you thought.

This was the most romantic thing that had ever happened to you.

If you asked the disappearing stars, they'd tell you were right.

Joe pulled back and smiled at you, giving you room to turn and punch the numbers into the system to let you inside. You bit your lip as you looked over your shoulder, leading Joe inside by a held hand, and the streets saw you vanish as Joe shut the door behind you.

If you asked the paramedics, you were too tired and fragile for your heart to be beating so fast.

And if you asked that one tube staff member, that was definitely piss in that bottle.

If you asked your tired body, you were in desperate need of some horizontal time on a soft surface.

But if you asked the sun, the day was only just beginning.

the end

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[bump1nthen1ght]

Here’s something cute. How about a short Goblin (S/O) but their like a knight and he’s very respectful headcannons?

Sure thing anon! Sorry for this taking FOREVER but I ended up falling in love with this character. If anyone else wants more of this goblin knight, lemme know 👀

Knight! Goblin S/O SFW headcanons

Took a looong time for him to call you by your first name and not use any kind of honorific. Even now, calling you so informally makes him blush and stutter

For a similar reason he's not a fan of PDA; It isn't proper! But when you're in private prepare for some heart felt, courtly love kind of sweet talk

"You looked radiant today, my moon. I could not keep my eyes off you for even a second, and only the thought of being with you now kept me sane."

He will also kiss your hand, as it's one of the few affections he deems fit for society. He wishes to honor you in every moment, so he almost always greets you with a kiss on your knuckles and then a kiss on the cheek.

(He’s not a very jealous person, but you do notice how these kisses linger when someone has been making eyes at you. It’s his subtle way of saying “Excuse me, this is my beloved.”)

Gets very flustered when his affection is returned, no matter how long you’ve been dating

Even a kiss on the cheek makes his face go bright with a blush, his tail wagging furiously back and forth

He's used to be underestimated as a fighter, but he's confident enough in his own abilities to not let it bother him. The only thing that REALLY pisses him off is when they question his ability to protect you and the people he loves; Now that will get him to demonstrate his skills

It mostly goes like this: Some asshole, not even pretending to whisper, going on about what you’re doing with a knight like that, how he probably can’t even lift his own sword. In 10 seconds the guy’s knees have been kicked in and he lies flat on his back, a dagger to his throat

“Now I’d rather not end this night with blood on my clothes, so I think an apology is in order. Or would you rather we settle this like knights and duel?”

Writes the most gorgeous, leg trembling letters to you when he’s called away on duty. It’s mostly describing how much he misses your voice and your stunning visage.

(But sometimes, after a heated battle, he lets out how badly he wishes to hold you again, to kiss you, to touch you. It’s not super sensual, but according to his standards it’s downright erotic)

His favorite thing to do when he gets back is have dinner by the fireplace. Something about the simple pleasures of home really warm his heart after spending weeks in a muddy battle camp

Despite his lack of PDA, he is a huge cuddler. When you’re both in the safety of bed, he adores nothing more than to snuggle his face in your neck and embrace you around the waist, often wrapping his tail around your thigh just for the extra contact.

Also loves having his hair played with, especially after a good meal or writing before you go to bed. He will purr and he is not even ashamed of that fact

He enjoys his position and the rush of a good fight, but his larger dream is settling down to become a gardener. Just owning a small homestead with you, enjoying the privacy and love ❤️

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #gender neutral reader #headcanons #goblin x reader

[creedslove]

🌹Anon here, imagine Marcus holding his baby girl for the first time! This man would be in tears. This man is goals, he would be amazing during the pregnancy and then ughhh why can't more men be like him!

Marcus Pike x f!reader

A/N: my beautiful 🌹 anon, this is beautiful, I love it so much

• Marcus had been the best husband in the world during your pregnancy; he would do anything you wanted him to, he would be so sweet and caring and he would take great care of you

• your baby daughter would be so expected by the two of you and he would even dream of her at night!

• every single night Marcus would have dreams of his baby girl, such as seeing her beautiful face for the first time or holding her, and he always wakes up emotional and full of love

• then the first thing he does is rub your pregnant belly and kiss it, talking to the baby in your womb in hopes of having her come to meet him earlier

• so when your water broke and you were ready for labor, Marcus was definitely the organized dad™ he was the one who grabbed your maternity bag and all the stuff and got you in his car

• he was so nervous but he managed to drive you to the hospital and once the doctors took you in, he was excited and nervous, a mix of everything and he couldn't wait

• your labor was easy and everything went just fine with you and your beautiful baby daughter

• when Marcus heard his daughter's soft cries for the first time, his heart melted and he began crying himself

• the nurses told him to sit down so he could hold her and once he was all set, the nurse placed the baby into his arms

• she was so tiny, he felt scared of hurting her, but he was such a great dad at heart and the moment she whimpered and nuzzled his chest, he was sold, he knew he would never stop loving that tiny little creature

• the nurse would instruct him to open his shirt and lay his baby on his chest so they would have some skin to skin contact

• and the bond would be immediate, his daughter would love him just as he loves her

• Marcus wouldn't go home at all, he would stay with you like a guard dog for as long as you needed, only going home when you and your baby daughter are good to go

• Marcus would 100% prepare a welcome home party, with the exception that there would be no people at the party, perhaps maybe your mom if you'd like her presence to help you during the first few days

• but definitely balloons, a sign welcoming you and your princess home and all the food you like - that had been previously authorized by the doctor, of course

• and he would make sure to be the best husband and father in the world ❤️

____

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[yandere-wishes]

Opinion on the absolute ANCIENT history of Star Wars legends? Meaning Tulak Hord, Marka Ragnos and such

Anon I am SO SO SO SORRY this took me forever to answer. I loved the ask so much that I wanted to have the perfect mood and ambiance for when I answered it. Suffice it to say that that hasn't happened for a good while now. But I sincerely hope that you are still lurking around this blog and get a chance to see my response. I cannot express how excited this ask has made me!! I harbor an extremely unhealthy obsession with ancient Sith lords and their lore

I'm going to start off by saying that, if we were in the Star Wars universe I would have already become a Sith lord. Due SOLELY to how much Darkside lore I read~🖤❤️

I swear whenever I see a new Sith lord my brain goes: "Omg he's so ugly." Then he proceeds to live in my head rent-free for three days and on the third night, I find myself dreaming of making out with him... this has happened one too many times...It might be a little bit concerning. XD

Tulak Hord gives off major samurai vibes so I feel like he does follow some sorta Sith honor code. That being said he most likely acquires his darling as either a war trophy from some rival or conquered planet. Or she's a wide-eyed Acolyte who he can twist into his perfect darling. 

He's also so pretty and I want to kiss him so badly!!

 I'd love to be his little darling, a war trophy won in battle. Kept locked away within his fortress. A prize none but him are worthy to see. 

After each bloody campaign, he returns to you, his starlight. A dividend that keeps him fighting, keeps him tethered to the dark side of the force. He fights to provide you with an empire, to win your praises at his many accomplishments. 

 Little does he know of the aversion you harbor for him.

Tulak Hord the monster who took everything from you.  

No, but to be fair, I'd still be MADLY in love with him. Just imagine Lord Hord coming home from the battlefield, bloodied and still high off his bloodlust. 

Imagine straddling him as you lovingly peel off his bloodied armor. Kissing his flesh every time it appears from under his armor. He'd run his clawed gauntlets over your back tracing your spine. Making you shiver from the frigid steel. Your warmth feels welcoming, innocent, he longs to corrupt it. 

Then obviously kissing when you get to his helmet. Deep and passionate. Filled with hate and love. Out of fear, you've learned to play your role as a doubtful lover, a devoted wife, to a fault. 

"The universe is more complicated than you could ever imagine, starlight. Be thankful that I've shielded you away from all its inconsistencies."

It's getting harder and harder to remember why you resist him so much. Why push him away when his presence is so overwhelming? Consuming you wholly. 

"Thank you, my lord." 

NOW...

If you were his Acolyte things would play out a bit differently. He'd have trained you for so many years. Building you up to be the ultimate weapon and simultaneously his ideal darling. You're too far gone, mistaking toxins for affection. You've learned to cherish every bruise and broken bone that comes from him.

You were such a naive little girl when he first took an interest in you. Now he's morphed you into the scourge of the battlefield. The mere mention of your name sends generals running away in fear. 

He finds you after every campaign. Permits you the honor of washing his armor and tending to his wounds. Basking in the way your nimble fingers apply bacta to what little scars he may have received. 

Tulak is such a tremendous master. Personally seeing to your wellbeing and recovery. 

He pulls you onto his lap, kissing your open wounds as he stitches them for you. Sometimes he pulls his helmet up and plunges his tongue into the trauma lapping at the blood and broken muscles as he ravishes in your delightful moans. He'll whisper sweet praises into your ears, telling you how proud he is of all you've accomplished, what a stupendous sith lord you shall make someday, ruling by his side. All while his iron-clad fingers work bruises into your soft flesh. 

You are his perfect little doll.

Tulak Hord's perfect little acolyte.

Would it be wrong to say that I kinda want to be Marka Ragnos' concubine? Or just his pretty little princess who's always at his beck and call!! Look he's literally a giant hulking red alien with golden horns... what's not to love!! 

Plus I'd give anything to just sit on his lap as he holds court. Tracing patterns across his chest and relishing in the feeling of his claws scraping across your flesh, leaving his mark even when he's focused on galactic domination. 

Prior to that Marka would totally dress you in the most ethereal dresses!! All lavish golds and blood reds. Somedays they'd be full-blown multilayered dresses and other days (when he wants to show a bit more dominance) he'll have you wearing danity silk dresses that show more skin than you are comfortable with. 

He'd also shower you with praises throughout the day. Calling you his "sweet little princess" and "pretty girl". look getting called "pretty girl" by a sith lord is free therapy and I am HERE for it😤😍😤😍. 

I also have this random headcanon that Marka Ragnose is (in some ways) a father figure to Vitita/Valkorion/Tenebrae. That being said it's only logical for Marka Ragnos' darling to be (younger) Vitita's mother figure. In a twisted forceful way, they're kinda like a happy family. Also forced Yandere family is one of my fav tropes, so I had to reference it here lol. 

Okay, guys seriously this ask has made me so happy since the MOMENT I got it!! If anyone wants to send in asks for any Star Wars Sith lords (well-known ones, obscure ones, hated/loved ones) my ask box is wide open. 

In conclusion, I've been collecting Sith Lords to simp over like an 8-year-old collects Pokemon cards. Sith lords are unconventionally HOT and I'd totally be down to be there sweet little darling !! Like please just let me be a Sith Lord's cute little side piece, the eye candy that hangs off his arm. His pretty little bunny girl that'll do anything to please him.

(*Concerningly looks down at the pride and self-respect I just smashed.* "Whoops...that wasn't supposed to happen") 

Anon I think I answered your question with these little stories. I am very much IN LOVE with the ancient Sith lords. And it doesn't just stop at Tulak and Marka. I literally NEED a harm of Sith lords. Look they may not be conventionally handsome, but there's something about "the dark forces warping their appearance" that makes me go absolutely feral!! 🤣🤣😍😍

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[always-andromeda]

perhaps cherry jubilee and pierre ( i think he deserves a little something when he wakes up ifyaknowwhatimsayin)

– 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐯 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: okay, this one is dedicated to @everblossomtrails because she is the birthday girl for toward and I thought I’d gift her some smut…ya know…as one does on holidays…anyhoo, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, STRAWBERRY ❤️🍰🍓 (and lmao, I think I do know what you're saying, anon!! *wink wonk*)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: smut (MDNI), slight somnophilia, slight dub-con, handjob, pet names (dear, darling), praise kink, overall very sickly sweet but smutty, nothing else I can think of!

In his first marriage, Pierre Bezukhov never expected to be woken up with hands all over him. After their first night together, it was rare for him to even share a bed with that woman. Which is partially why he immediately found himself gasping for breath when he felt a hand on his stomach, slowly creeping downwards.

He instinctively rose and began to feel around for his glasses on the bedside table.

"Pierre!" he heard you whisper with a start.

Immediately, his defenses began to fade as he realized that the gentle pressure on his body was you. "Oh, sorry," he breathed before tipping his head back against the ornate headboard. No matter how many times he woke up in his second marital bed, he always wondered if he'd ever be able to shake the feeling of being alone; of being unwanted.

"It's fine," you laughed airily. "Lie back down. Let me feel you."

With his brow beginning to knit up in confusion, Pierre did what he was told. And now, Pierre got a better idea of what you were trying to do to him.

You found yourself giggling a bit more at his apparent hesitance. "You act like you've never been touched before."

Pierre could hardly meet your eyes when he replied, "Not like...this."

"What? By your wife? When the sun hasn't had a chance to peek through the curtains yet? When it's so quiet that anyone could hear you if they were right outside the door?" you smiled cheekily as your thumb brushed over his reddened, sensitive tip. Pierre reacted immediately, bucking into your hand almost involuntarily.

"Careful...careful..." he breathed shallowly.

You noticed how he tried so hard to keep his gaze fixed on the ceiling and elected to rectify it. Using your other hand, you tilted his chin down until it touched his chest.

Blinking rapidly, his eyes darted between the sight before him and the wicked expression you wore. "Oh, darling, I just want you to look at yourself. Look at how good you're doing," you praised.

Pierre swallowed hard and peered down. He could feel how gentle you were caressing him, keeping your grip so loose that it just began to hit the threshold on what qualified as pleasure for him. It was kind and simultaneously sort of cruel; just enough but not even close to enough all at once. His twitching cock was practically begging for more.

Greedily, he bucked his hips again, only to be met with your other hand falling firmly on his thigh. It managed to keep him from trembling any further.

"Please," he whimpered pitifully.

You tugged once before keeping your hand still.

"Once you understand," you cooed deceptively with a voice like honey. "That I'm doing this for my own benefit...then I'll give you what you want."

"Ah," he exclaimed as you began to pump slowly. "How exactly does this benefit you, dear?" he asked.

"That look on your face is one," you replied.

"What look?"

"Your eyes get this cloudy look in them and your eyelids get all fluttery. Almost like you're about to fall asleep. But I bet you this is better than any dream you could have, hmm?" Pierre finally melted into your words. As a reward, your hand went taut around him and your movements became more concentrated on making his brows tangle up even more.

"G-go on..." he stuttered.

You observed his expression and added, "And your lip quivers. Your lip quivers as you try to bite back how wonderful it feels. You try to stay so quiet sometimes and I don't get it–"

The knot in his abdomen began to fray and unfurl as he interjected, "Why? Why don't you get it?"

"Because I think that's one of the prettiest things about you, Pierre." The breath caught in his chest at your bluntness. "You make so many beautiful sounds. And it's a shame that you won't let me hear them."

Then you asked the dreaded question, "You want to be good for me, don't you?"

Pierre nodded and whined. Between your voice, the slick sound of your hand wrapped around him, and the pressure on his poor cock, he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

"Then let me hear those sounds. Show me how beautiful you can be for me, darling."

Pierre screwed his eyes shut, still nodding so fast that he might as well have been trembling like his thighs as he matched you with his own thrusts. As soon as that knot pulled apart, his mouth fell open, finally allowing him to let out a long and unabashed groan that he would normally be ashamed of.

Underneath that, he hears you, talking him through the whole high in a hushed tone. Oh, wonderful job, darling. You did so well for me. You never let me down. If Pierre could make those words echo through his head for the rest of his life, he would. But for now he'd have to settle with you coaxing every last drop of his spend from his cock over his stomach as it rose and fell.

"Very good...very, very good," you continued to praise as you settled down beside him again. Wrist tired and now satisfied with the result of your impulsiveness, you were ready to fall back asleep.

Pierre blinked and looked down once more, finally back in his body once more and cognizant of the sticky substance on his belly. "Darling, shouldn't we–"

"Let me rest my eyes, Pierre. It's the least you could do," you grumbled.

He chuckled softly, wrapping his arm around you and pulling the sheet back over your body. "Anything for you, dear," he answered, not at all surprised when he heard you snoring once more within a few minutes.

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[italoniponic]

Hiii! Congrats on getting 100 followers! Your writing is so good, I enjoyed every one of them. ❤️❤️ If it’s not against the rules, can I request a short story with lots of fluff in which Malleus finds out that the reader is his soulmate please!

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲'𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭

| Notes: Hi, anon!  Nope, it’s all okay! I do mostly hcs bc it’s easy but a short story from time to time is also good. So, for the soulmate plot, I got the idea of creating this whole folklore about some soulmates connecting because of a special song only they know (and you’ll have to pretend here that Disney didn’t created “Once Upon a Dream” in 1959 lol The first part is the classic one and the second is based on Celestial Bunny’s translation of the Japanese 2º paragraph ver (from that one Malleus video everybody watched, link in the special notes). But the very last part is a little adaptation I made. It might seem rushed in some parts bc I actually lost the original by accident and had to rewrite it again but I tried my best to do something really sweet and funny in some parts. Hope you like it! Thanks for the request <3 |

Malleus Draconia x gender neutral reader / soulmates / song connection / scenario / fluff / 2520 words / use of “you” pronouns

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Once Upon a Song

Malleus was excited that afternoon to meet you at the Ramshackle. He was humming to himself while walking, not singing the lyrics but producing a serene, good measured melody. For all the long centuries of his existence, this particular song has always been present within him in some way. 

Malleus wondered if he himself created the melody and lyrics alone because he had never heard anything like it anywhere else.

It was almost always in the back of his mind, like a protective spell. Malleus hummed it wistfully when he was feeling down and more serene when he was happy. And talking to you always made him happy — in a special, inexplicable way.

He had felt this way since he first met you in the middle of the night among the ruins of that poor dormitory forgotten by Crowley and the world, with the exception of Malleus and the ghosts. From the first glance, something in his heart felt different. More complete. There weren't enough words to describe that feeling.

It was as if he spent his whole life without his horns, essential parts of his nature. However, upon your arrival, he would have felt the horns finally crown his head. 

But it was still a very weak metaphor for his feelings. Perhaps, it should be said that it was like realizing that he was missing something that he didn't even know he had missed. Complicated, yes, but a little more truthful and similar. 

Not that this was the time to think about those things. 

You had promised to walk with Malleus that night to see one of the school towers that had ancient gargoyles reminiscent of guardians from the Valley of Thorns. He was super excited to show you this and you were very interested in finding out more about the history of that world — and spending more time with Malleus, of course.

Not that he realized that last part. Malleus could see that you, unlike the others, didn’t run away from him and enjoyed his company in a very special way, but he wasn’t sure of the depth of your feelings. Which made him strangely sad. 

Even though Malleus said to himself that he would be satisfied if you were just friends, he felt a painful twinge every time he said that. It hurted like being pricked by a needle. Small and treacherous poisoned needle of a light lie, leading him into a fatal delusion. A heavy sleep of fleeting dreams.

“I know you, I walked with you once in a dream...!”

Malleus stopped at the door of the Ramshackle, not having noticed that he had walked so automatically down the stone staircase, lost in thought. Your sweet voice awakened him. 

“I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam!”

But it wasn't just for your melodious voice and yes, for the lyrics you sang. A song that Malleus knew so well, the very one he had been humming before he arrived. The question was: why did you know the song he created?

“And I know, it's true that visions are seldom all they seem, but if I know you...!”

“I know what you’ll do... you will love me at once, the way you did once upon a dream.”

You got scared, letting the broom with whom you danced fall from your hands. While you sang your verse, the door had been quietly opened and Malleus entered uninvited — though he liked to be received by you, his kind and hospitable friend. 

But, finally, he finished the song that was accompanying your cleaning of the room.

Malleus's voice was deep and strong, having turned the cheerful melody into something more sober and serious, almost mirroring his expression at that moment. You didn't know why Malleus was staring at you steadily, as if seeking in you the solution of a mystery. 

Although it was you who should face him like that because he was the one who sang a song that only you knew! Many thoughts agitated your mind, so many that you ended up shaking your head to pull yourself together and pick up the poor broom again. 

“You know that song, Tsunotaro?,” you asked, feeling strange. You tried to smile to ease the tension.

“I've known it for as long as I can remember. Every verse, every note,” Malleus went from serious to apprehensive, starting to walk across the wooden floor that was clean of any dust and cobwebs that had fallen from the ceiling. “How do you know it, child of Man?”

“I don't know... I have also known how to sing it since I was a child. Although I never really heard it anywhere.”

You took another fright when Malleus suddenly approached you, looking directly into your eyes. You might not have the same hesitation as other people about him, but in a way, you didn't blame them for feeling disturbed by Malleus’ intimidating presence. Even more so when he squeezed his eyelids, considering what to do at that moment while watching you.

“We have no choice. We need to search for Lilia.”

“W-weren't we going to see gargoyles?,” you tried to remind him of the original appointment.  “What's wrong with us knowing the same song? It's just a coincidence, Tsunotaro. Don't need to be so stressed about it.”

Malleus stopped for a moment to laugh softly, which was a relief because his heart was beating fast like a thunderstorm. In fact, you even heard the faint noise of rain suddenly falling outside. That's what got you worried. 

Malleus’s mood always had strange effects on the weather and days before, he had just helped fix the roof leaks. You thought he was angry, which would make the rain heavier and bring your poor house down. But you were worried for nothing — Malleus didn’t realize that he had given you the wrong impression.

He was happy. Partly. It would only depend on you to make his joy last longer. Malleus was really feeling stunned by those emotions. What you thought had been anger and indignation were, in fact, agitation and confusion. He himself didn’t know what to express at that moment.

But when he held out his hand to you — which you accepted promptly, without hesitation — Malleus just said:

“There are no coincidences…”

For the first time, Malleus said your name.

And so, with a slight swirl of his hand, green fireflies appeared around you and suddenly, you two were no longer there. Grim woke up from his sleep on the couch, only seeing a light green magic in the place where you previously stood facing Malleus. But he just shrugged his shoulders and went back to sleep peacefully.

                                                    🌸

Lilia didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the situation. He must have expected something strange when a gentle thunder strike announced Malleus’s arrival in Diasomnia, bringing you by the hand — and your expression as someone who never magically teleported was priceless. But you seemed anxious about something.

Or Malleus was anxious and you were just being infected by that feeling. What happened was that Malleus snatched Lilia from the kitchen — to everybody’s general joy — and led him to his room, where they could talk alone on that important topic.

Once the situation was explained, you didn't have much else to do other than wait for that old fairy to pour a little wisdom and hope into that strange coincidence. But yet Lilia wanted to have a little fun.

“I don't know if I understood it very well. Can you sing that song for me?,” he asked, giving a pointy smile.

You could feel Malleus inflame his nostrils next to you, a bit of smoke escaping. He must have sensed that his mentor wasn't taking any of that seriously. And you just wanted someone to explain what was the big deal in all of that. 

Yes, it was strange just the two of you knowing an oddly specific song word for word but, you had seen strange and absurd enough things to be alarmed by something like that. 

“Do you want it from the beginning?,” you asked.

“Oh, does it have a second chorus?”

“Yes,” you both answered at the same time, looking at each other shortly after.

Lilia stifled a laugh with his hand.

“Please... lovebirds.”

Those words made your heart miss a beat. You stared at Lilia and his smirk, not knowing how to react. All this time you tried to take your feelings calmly and subtly, living each day with Malleus as if in a fairytale slowly turning page by page.

But, apparently, you weren’t as subtle as you imagined. Malleus also seemed to give Lilia a look, censoring him. Then you took a deep breath, pulling yourselves together. Malleus sang first and out of pure habit, you moved your lips accompanying the verses engraved so firmly in your memory:

“In your transparent eyes, I became my ‘true self’ after we met,” you immediately continued and Malleus recognized your words. “If I love with a free heart, the pain also disappears...”

You turned to each other, more amazed by the way the melody didn’t change and your hearts led you to sing the same thing.

“I must become strong to protect... you…! My precious dream.”

“Like once upon a dream,” you said without taking your eyes off Malleus.

Was it all real? Was it happening right before your eyes? You breathed some air to ask Malleus a question, but Lilia interrupted you.

“How beautiful are soulmates! An old acquaintance told me about it a long time ago but I never thought I would live long enough to witness it with my own eyes,” he got up from his chair, floating around the two of you.

“S-soulmates?,” you repeated, surprise.

“Never heard of it, little human?”

“Oh, we have something like that in our world, but it's just to say that two people seem ‘perfect’ for each other…”

“Well, here it is something much more complex! Malleus, you didn't explain anything to your friend?,” Lilia inquired with another wide grin.

Malleus moved away from you, suddenly losing all his excitement. Worried about him, you followed him to the second window of the room that was right next to a dragon made of stone. The sky was dark, laden with gray rain clouds that grew stronger as the painful minutes passed by.

You gently touched Malleus’s shoulder, which made his gaze pass from the melancholy world outside back to you. 

“I feel like you want to tell me something,” you said, having sounded as docile as possible to make him open up comfortably. “Is it... about this soulmate-thing?”

“ If I tell you... you will cease to be my friend and will turn away from me, disgusted with your cruel fate. This curse that fell on you without you even knowing.”

“I'm not leaving, Malleus. I promise.”

You held his hand, your gaze resolute and determined. Malleus was surprised, it was the first time you called him by name. If only you wanted to call him that for the rest of your lives. Even if you pass away someday, Malleus would echo your words in his mind as if spoken for the first time.

Could he dream about it? Maybe he shouldn't. You deserved so much more than the future of stones and thorns he could offer.

“In truth, I really owe you an explanation,” Malleus sighed. Thunder sounded in the distance, but your eyes didn't leave him. “The myth of soulmates was once very famous a millennium ago but, over the centuries, its fame has been diminishing and today many cultures understand it differently or no longer recognize it at all. In the Valley of Thorns, the ancient tale says that two souls are linked by a song. A song that only they know and have never told anyone.”

“Where have I seen this before?,” Lilia playfully muttered.

“These two people can sing either way, but the lyrics will remain the same. If they create more stanzas, nothing will change. In a mystical way, the other soul will have that same inspiration. In some versions of the most popular fairytale in the valley of the fairies, a princess found her prince with a song they knew together.”

You didn’t interrupt Malleus at any time, listening to him attentively and respectfully. Nothing could take away your focus at that moment. 

“Which means: we're both soulmates,” Malleus finished.

“You say it like it's something bad…”

It was a loud thought you ended up saying, catching Malleus’s attention immediately. He stared at you, confused.

“But it's not...? For you? What would make you happy to be stuck from the eternity of time to someone like me?,” he asked.

“Just talk to him,” Lilia said, more serious now while softly massaging your shoulders. “I'll leave you two alone.”

And so, Lilia disappeared. You had no choice but to face Malleus and confess your feelings, especially when it was obvious that he had no hope that you would love him back. Which wasn't true.

“Malleus, finding out that you are my soulmate does make me happy,” you said, getting a surprised look from him. “If there is anyone in this vast world who would leave me jumping with joy that we are connected forever... it would be you. Always you. I love you, Malleus, and there are no powerful forces in this world that can tear us apart.”

“It takes a lot of courage to say that... my love,” Malleus couldn't help but smile, holding your face gently. “Even though the future is treacherous, I am happy to know that I have you by my side. I think now I understand what I felt I was missing all this time.”

“I know how you feel. I also know that I may not be able to do anything fantastic, but I hope my simplicity is enough.”

“It is, dear. Always was.”

You smiled, tilting your head to feel Malleus’s hand on the side of your face. His skin was cold but strangely comforting. Perhaps because it is the most concrete version of any dream you have dreamed of you being together. 

The song you shared has always been there in your mind, a unique melody like Malleus’s love. And now, you could sing it together. It was a feeling of joy beyond all comprehension.

“Is something going on?”

“THE YOUNG MASTER IS TRAPPED WITH THAT HUMAN!,” Sebek's voice echoed behind the door, scaring both of you.

“They just proposed to each other, Silver... and I would very much like them to finally give a kiss of true love!,” Lilia emphasized the last sentence, trying to feign subtlety.

“Like in fairy tales…” 

Silver’s calm comment made you laugh. You just couldn’t help it. You looked at Malleus and he smiled too, a little embarrassed and anxious. He would pick on those three for interrupting your private moment — unless you could improve his mood with that expected sweet, wonderful kiss that only soulmates can exchange. 

For the first time, Malleus forgot about the gargoyles he wanted to show you that night.

| Special Notes: Malleus as that one video “male cover” of Once Upon a Dream from the Maleficent movie, jap version. |

#twisted wonderland #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #twst scenarios #twst fluff #soulmate connection #cherry's writing #cherry's harvesting

[tea-with-evan-and-me]

*first of all, sorry for the bad English*

A few years ago I was exhausted because I did my internship in the morning, went to university in the afternoon and worked at night. I was going through a lot of personal problems, I had depression and anxiety disorder, and I was taking prescription drugs. At the same time, I was working in a cafeteria. Because I was very shy, I didn't interact much with the other employees and also because we always had a lot of work to do. One day, one of the employees handed me a note saying that a boy (who also worked with us) had asked her to give it to me. In the note, handwritten by himself, he told me to stay strong and not give up, that I was a good and capable person. And that one day all my dreams would come true. I got very emotional. I never found out who it was and I've kept the note to this day. Sometimes I read it when I feel sad…

I don't know, I think Evan would have been that kind of person. Kind and compassionate. A genuinely good person, wanting nothing in return. Unfortunately, it's hard to find people like that these days, and I think that's why they always speak so fondly of him. Evan is literally a beautiful person. The kind that every human being should have the privilege of meeting one day… His external beauty is just a detail.

I met an "Evan" one day, and I hope you'll all be lucky enough to meet one too ❤️

this was so touching and sweet, anon - thank you for sharing. i certainly hope that you’re doing better and recognize that other people see you and wish you well, even if they don’t necessarily have the “courage” to slip a note 💗 we all need more people like that in the world, who encourage others.

[moongirlcleo]

hey, i hope youre having a good day,

could you write about rogue waking up from a nightmare and having his s/o comfort him? (or the other way around)

I think it would be so cute and stuff like this makes me feel safe since it helps alot with my anxieties and stuff.

thank you though, no problem if you can't :)

Hi anon! Of course I can ❤️

When you rose from your fitful sleep, you realized your entire body was covered in sweat. Heart was still racing, remnants of a horrific dream fading away as each heartbeat sounded. Thump. Thump. Thump. Foggy memories swirled in your mind, as you tried to recall what the nightmare was even about.

"Yn?" The sound of your boyfriend's voice brought you back to reality. Rogue was awake, watching you with tired eyes. His voice was thick with the sound of sleep. "Did you have another nightmare?"

Your lips began to tremble, faint memories coming back. "Yeah, I- I did."

Instantly, Rogue pulled himself over to you and wrapped his arms around your figure, holding you close to his chest.

"It's going to be okay yn, I promise. Do you want to talk about it?"

You shook your head. "Not right now, Ro. Maybe tomorrow. For now, I think I just need some comfort."

And comfort you received, in the form of a gentle kiss to the forehead.

"Anything you need, sweetheart."

At some point in the night you drifted back to sleep, in between soft traces of fingertips on your arm and sweet cuddles from your favorite person in the world. Unbeknownst to you, Rogue stayed up the rest of the night making sure you got the sleep you needed. You had no more nightmares that night.

#fairy tail 100 years quest #fairy tail headcanons #fairy tail fanfiction #fairy+tail+x+reader #fairy tail #rogue x reader #rogue cheney

[ana-thedaydreamer]

Follower Celebration Event

Hi hi, it’s me, Ana.

Today I have reached 500 followers in Tumblr, although this is a small numbers comparing to other amazing artist/writer accounts, I'm so delightful with this little achievement 🤩 I would like to thank you for all of your support and love towards my little account ❤️❤️❤️

Hence, I want to make a small fanart prompt event celebrating this 🌹

Please read the information as follows:

- The event is exclusively for the following fandoms:

Ikemen Sengoku - all suitors

Ikemen Revolution - all suitors

Ikemen Vampire - all suitors

Ikemen Prince - all suitors

MLQC - Lucien, Victor, Gavin, Kiro, Shaw

Tears Of Themis - Luke, Vyn, Artem, Marius

- For couple art, only suitor with MC will be approved, I will take suitor x oc request if you already have a visual design exceptionally.

- No BL ship.

- All of you are free to submit the request via comment, private message, ask box

- There will be SFW and NSFW fanart scenario prompts

- The request will open from now to Sunday, 11th September 2022 00:00:00 (GMT+8:00), I will open more slots (if I have time~)

- Special! I will choose random 1 request to make it into an animation gif 💝💝💝💝

Guidelines

DM me with a "Hi/Hello", it is nice to meet you <3

You can request 1 prompt from each category for maximum 1 suitor per request.

Example: “SFW + 1 + Leonardo” or “SFW + 2/ NSFW + 5 + Masamune & Mai”

I can say no to a request if I don't feel like I will able to finish it nicely.

I won’t take NSFW requests from ageless blogs, minors or anons accounts. NSFW fanart will be rated as 16+.

Please be patient to me, it will take time to finish depending on how many requests I take.

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Fanart Prompts

SFW

It’s always you that I’ll ever fall in love for.

Thank you for always be here with me.

Did you dream about me last night?

I’m really upset for what you did, maybe a kiss can make me happy…now.

Never leave me again like that. I thought I lost you.

Looks like someone stay up all night again, come here.

Don’t go home just yet, it’s cold outside.

I love you, I love you, I love you very much. Do you know that?

You look really cute when you are angry, it makes me want to tease you more.

I just wish that I met you first, not him.

I don’t see nobody but you.

You look stunning in that dress tonight.

May I have a dance with you?

You’ve been staring at me all day. Tell me, am I that attractive to you?

You are really good at making me think about you, days and nights.

Say, if we were together, I would make you the happiest person in the world.

So...are we officially dating now?

Why don't we eat out tonight? I made a reservation for us.

Mm…Good morning, my love.

Sweet dreams, I love you.

NSFW

You are so good at tempting me.

How do you want to be touched here, tell me.

If we are at home right now, I will take off that dress and have you.

You can ask me to make love to you whenever you want, I’m all yours.

Are you alright, my love?

I’m just enjoying the view, you look beautiful like this.

I don’t think I can hold it anymore…ugh.

You sound so cute when I touch you here.

Bite me if you want to cry out, ok?

Don’t cover up, you’re, gorgeous.

How about we do it again?

Mmm…you’re so hot.

You’re finally mine.

You taste sweet

I love you, I love you so bad, honey.

Say, “I’m yours”, I like that.

Kiss me, I love to be marked by you.

I can’t….urgh…mmm…

Feel good, yeah? I feel good, too.

Turn around, I wanna see your face.

Thank you 💋

If you love my artworks, you may consider buying me a coffee ☕️ Thank you

#otome game #fanart #ikevamp #ikevamp oc #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #cybird ikemen #ikemen series #mlqc #tears of themis #happy 500 #art prompt

[staygoldwriting]

HI!! I was wondering could you please make Eddie Munson x sister reader where he sing her to sleep maybe the song that Katnis sang Rue in hunger games.

Also English isnt my mother language so please forgive me for any mistakes.

Feel free to Ignore me if you want to. I bye!!!

A/N: Hello, sweet anon! I loved this request, and please always feel free to send a request in or chat! My inbox is always open 🤗 I wanted to go for something a little lighthearted but also sentimental, so I hope you enjoy it! As always, please show love and support! ❤️✨

Word count: 500 exactly! (I'm very proud of myself lol)

Warnings: fluff, reader being nervous about senior year, nostalgia

💕 Baby Sister

“Y/N?”

You saw your brother, Eddie, poking his head into your room. He had caught you reading late at night. You smiled weakly as he walked in, sitting on your bed.

“What’s up? It’s nearly two in the morning,” he said, scratching his head, his curls all over the place. 

“I just felt like staying up. I wanted to finish this chapter.”

Eddie tilted the book towards him and peered at it. He frowned and looked up at you.

“Y/N, you were on chapter three before you went to bed. You’re on chapter twelve now.”

“So?” you tried to reason.

“So,” he said, scooting closer to you, “something’s bugging you. And I’m not leaving until you tell me why.”

“It doesn’t matter, it’s nothing,” you tried to dismiss. “I’ll go to bed now, promise,” you said, closing your book and reaching for the light. Eddie reached over and grabbed your hand softly, making you face him. 

“Tell me, please. I’m your big brother, it’s my job to protect you.”

“Eddie-”

“Y/N, please tell me.”

You sighed as you looked back up at him. You breathed in deeply, and Eddie nodded at you, leaning in and silently encouraging you to share.

“You’re gonna laugh,” you said quietly.

“That is a-okay with me, but I’ll try not to if it’ll make you unhappy.”

“No, it’s okay, it’s just-”

“Just?” Eddie stretched the word out. 

“It’s my first day of senior year tomorrow,” you whispered.

“Before-school jitters? Totally normal! Why were you worried about telling me that?” Eddie said, holding your shoulder. “Is it classes? Sports? A crush?” he asked excitedly.

“No, it’s nothing like that, I, I guess I just miss being little. You finally graduated, and I’m only in high school for another year. I guess I just wish we could be kids again.”

“I get that,” Eddie smiled sweetly. “Completely, actually. Sometimes I look at you and see how much you’ve grown, and how you’ve matured. Me, I’m still just a big kid, but you’re going places, kid. But that doesn’t mean you have to be grown up all the time.”

“Promise?” you asked, looking up at him sadly. He hugged you tight.

“Promise. In fact,” he said, pulling the covers over you, “I’ll say good night to you the way I used to,” he smiled. 

“Deep in the meadow, under the willow,” he began to sing, making you gasp at the memory of the childhood lullaby. You snuggled under the covers more and smiled at him.

“A warm bed of grass, a soft green pillow.

Lay down your head and close your eyes,

And when they open,

The sun will rise.

Here it’s safe, here it’s warm,

Here the daisies guard you from every harm.

And here your dreams are sweet,

And tomorrow brings them true. 

Here is the place where I… love… you.”

Eddie poked your nose and smiled softly. You opened your arms, and he hugged you tight.

“You’ll always be my baby sister.”

-💕-

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#staygoldwriting #munson!sister reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #eddiemunson #stranger things eddie #stranger things imagine

[machiavellli]

In the library's quiet sanctuary, where history sleeps, resides Celeste, where literature's secrets she keeps. With a love for words penned in ink's embrace, In her presence, tales of old find their place.

Her voice, a sonnet sung in ancient rhyme, in her company, history whispers through time. With a passion for stories, both old and new, in Celeste's embrace, the past finds its due.

In her eyes, the poetry of ages gleams, guiding us through literary dreams. A friend like Celeste, with pages unfurled, in her friendship, the beauty of literature is swirled.

So here's to Celeste, with her literary grace, in her presence, stories find their rightful place. May her days be filled with verses and lore, for she's a friend who brings history to life once more.

I’m actually crying??

“She’s is a friend who brings history to life once more” & “In her presence, tales of old find their place” are some of the best compliments I’ve ever received, those are beyond sweet, I’m at a loss of words.

Oh dear anon, thank you again for taking time to dedicate me some lines, I hope and I pray to live my days filled with verses, I want to wish the best to you too. Whoever you are, I send you my warmest hug, your kindness is inspiring.

Have a good night/day❤️

#I’m also dying of curiosity because I want to know who you are 😭 #the more I read the more I want to cry #thank you again 🥺 #MUAH #my blog stuff #ask

[analogwriting]

ok I feel a bit weird sending in another message today, but the newest chapters put me in such a killer mood I wanted to read more for him

and I must say??? We need more killer writers pls 😔 I love oneshots, hcs, all that stuff, but where are my longfics??? not to complain (i am), but WHERE IS THE SLOWBURN??

ambrose you are a godsend fr fr… I get so picky with this kind of thing because sometimes i’ll say “Oh I don’t like slowburn THAT much” but the moment I find a good slowburn, I will eat that shit up. I will be HOOKED on my phone for hours at a time and let my work pile up because yeah, these fics have me forgetting I need to sleep

Wish I could give you all the kisses in the world because you really just spoil us with ur amazing writing… ive never felt so blessed by an author before cuz the way the slowburn is so agonizing it has me ripping apart my lungs, my heart aching, myself going insane… I live for it.

Respect to you and other slowburn authors, cuz it takes a lot of work to write one… I always find other law or killer fics and the relationships always feel so rushed 😔 please, law and killer are such slowburn potential characters and i hate to see them act so impulsive in other works. I love how u write tho. So so so much. everything is so slow and i love it

(one day I’ll get to reading your law fanfic…hopefully this weekend)

anyways, me 🤝 number 1 kese hater, next chapters are rlly gonna get me 😭

-long rants anon

first of all, don't feel weird. I love getting asks, replies, or anything. no matter how many times. I eat that shit UP ✋✋

second, FKSKFKEKOD???? got me ugly crying on main frfr with this ask. i literally called my bsf crying 💀 you're so fucking sweet??? im just a funky little guy that had a few dreams and decided to write em out bc fuck it and to know that people are enjoying it that much is so insane to me 😭😭😭

im a sucker for slowburn and would eat that shit for breakfast lunch and dinner if I could. i just never really found it of my favorite characters so i was like "dammit if i want this shit gonna have to make it myself ig" i always felt like the law stories kinda happened to fast as well and i wanted some PINING. and then when I started my killer fic, there was hardly any killer content in general. there seems to be a surge in content for him tho which I am forever excited about my mans deserves it.

like the last time I wrote fanfiction it was a decade ago when I was first starting off high school. (not counting rps n shit with friends that continued forever)

never in a million years did i know people would enjoy it as much as they are and that shit makes me so unbelievably happy. like y'all have no idea. when i say i be giggling and kicking my feet n shit I MEAN IT

like this is me every time I get y'all's comments n shit. like I be giggling and just glowing all day. (it's partially why I just kept the trend of posting updates at night so I can wake up to them nice messages 💅 start the day off RIGHT)

like my head is reeling from this ask and im on cloud nine frfr. you are so fucking sweet and i just want to tuck you in my pocket and keep you safe. like FJSKDKDKS I'm going to be thinking about this all day and probably the rest of the week if not forever 😭😭😭

but seriously, from the bottom of my soul, thank you for this. shit makes my year frfr. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#hopefully you like my law one as much as you like my killer one #that one is deffo crazy and it feels like a fever dream at this point #like i still cant believe i wrote it #and im going to feel that way when i finish the killer fic too #good thing ive got like a million more for the both of them #but i think i might write for cora next bc i dont see too much content with him either #but serious from the bottom of my heart thank you #am answers

[heroesfan101]

How would you best describe each of your selfships? What aesthetic, things or colors do you remind each of them of? - meggs’s toothless anon

Oh hello there! Thank you for the ask ❤️ Sorry I took a little longer to answer this, I had a time trying to think about this 😅

• Sugawara: the color yellow, anything sweet like candy, maybe those giant lollipops 😂 a great big bear hug and matching scarves. Our love is light and sweet with a hint of spice like a good vanilla chai latte

• Yuuji: the color red and pink, high energy, movie nights, 3D glasses, fluffy cotton candy, sunlight. Our love is fun and energetic, never a dull moment and full of exploration

• Vash: the color red and blue, the stars, donuts, a white sand beach, sweet dreams and soft clouds. Our love is deeper than the ocean, filled with layers

• Reo: the color purple, specifically lavender. Big flower bouquets, huge teddy bears/stuffed animals. Diamonds, jewelry and private jets to secret destinations. Our love is unbridled devotion that knows no bounds.

• Takigawa Chris Yuu: the color green, specifically forest green. Notebooks, reading glasses, matching cozy sweaters and earthy scented candles. Our love is like the wind, you may not always see it but you feel it, always there in the details.

#marqui answers #anon #megg's toothless anon #marqui's self ships #sugawara #itadori yuuji #vash the stampede #reo mikage #takigawa chris yuu

[parcequecestnotreprojeeeet]

Hi, it’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. Here’s your jealousy fic from me. I saw an article quoting a bunch of Chinese college students today who were swooning over him. That’s the inspiration for this. Hope you all enjoy. Happy Friday!

She’s not sure who she is madder at: her aide for sending her the article, or herself for reading it, because now she’s in their bed lying awake since every time she closes her eyes all she can see are these young girls throwing themselves at her husband.

It’s little consolation that one of them said the first thing most girls know about him is their love story, after all, if they cared they wouldn’t be talking about how sexy his voice is.

She huffed and flopped towards his side of the bed at that thought. Of course his voice was sexy, especially when it what rough from sleep or desire, whispered in her ear when he’s inside her, screaming her name -

“Stop!” She screams aloud to herself, frustrated with her own traitorous mind. “Just stop,” she mumbled as she reached out to run her hand over the cool side of the bed where he should be, desperate to feel just some remnant of his presence to fight the insecurity, the jealousy that was eating away at her. Her rational mind knows how much he loves her, how faithful he is to her, but the irrational part of her mind, the one filled with the fears and doubts encouraged by a whole world that has told them they can’t be, shouldn’t be, won’t make it, shouldn’t make it is eating at her alive.

She heard her phone vibrate on the beside table, and immediately turned to grab it, knowing there was only one person who would be texting her at this hour.

I know you’re asleep, but I couldn’t start my day without telling you how much I love you.

She instantly called him, needing to hear his voice.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he told her when he answered.

“You didn’t. I couldn’t sleep,” she admitted with an audible pout.

“What’s troubling you, chérie?”

“An article quoting a whole bunch of young college students where you are right now talking about how handsome and sexy you are.”

He smiled at that.

“It’s not funny!” She said when he didn’t immediately answer.

“Oh, chérie, I know. But those voices in your head? That’s the little green monster speaking. I love you. I have only ever loved you. That’s never going to change. There’s only one person I care about finding me sexy, and I’m speaking to her. So unless you’ve had a change of heart on that -“

“You know what I think,” she rolled her eyes.

“Then the rest is noise that I don’t particularly want to hear.” He paused for a moment waiting for her to respond, when he didn’t hear one, he asked, “are you feeling better, Brigitte?”

He paused for another moment. “Brigitte?” He asked checking the call was still on the line. Just then he heard a light snoring coming from the other end of the line. He smiled to himself as he realized she had finally been able to fall asleep.

“Good night, chérie,” he whispered before disconnecting the call. “Sweet dreams.”

Hellooo fanfic anon #2! ❤️

hahahaha you wrote this story and i've just seen this photo. Seems very appropriate 🤭

Poor Brigitte hahahaha jealousy really gets the best of us and takes all the reason from our thinking! But her not being able to sleep and then as soon as she spoke with him and he, once again, confessed all his love for her, she just falls asleep in the middle of the call hahaha adorably funny!

Thank you so much, fanfic anon #2! ❤️❤️❤️

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Hii love 🥰 I was passing by and wanted to say good night ❤️ missed you so much! I hope you are well :)

by the way, the last anon really speaks for me 😸❤️

🥰🥰🥰thank you!!! I love you! ❤️❤️❤️ I hope you’re well too, sweet dreams ❤️❤️