#YES I KNOW there may be sensitive material

[lemonjestercoffee]

so i said something about alicorns being funky in my last mlp redesign post yeah? well before i get into that-

the beautiful bride and the ugly ass groom

okay okay jokes aside here's Shining's real sheets and Cadance on her own

starting off with design choice notes

Shining Armor - his was like- really hard to figure out and i didn't really know what i was doing, but i did like the concept of him having lost a leg in some sorts of battle. one thing i did know what i was doing with tho was his armor, i never really liked the canon armor so i decided to take my own stab at it. decided to make it cover the more important areas better, added gambeson underneath, put a royal crest on it, and gave them a head weapon. yes the metal horns are on all species armor, it's there not only to protect real horns from oncoming attacks but also give all soldiers an emergency weapon if they get disarmed. the tassels would be colored differently depending on rank

Cadance - the only through i really had going into her design was i wanted her to have a cloud and heart motif, but i'm unsure if the way i handled it is the best. her cutiemark is meant to resemble a Mexican sacred heart because deity of love- like come on. i also wanna kinda change the color of the carnation in her hair to stand out more, but white carnations have a different meaning so it's fiiiinee

okay now what we really wanna hear about, what the fuck did i do to the alicorns?

i decided to tamper with their lore quite a bit, as i was inspired to by the Skyscraper Gods Au by Shirecorn. now mine is no were near as drastic as that au, obviously, but it did inspire me to come up with my own quirks for them.

i went more "alicorns are more like the elves of ponies but because they can only be made by some unexplained rare mystical intervention and live for fuck off long, normal ponies see them as demigods of sorts". i've even given them things like groups or locations that they act as patrons of and prioritize above other things, but that stuff gets a little rambley so imma not do that on this post

for the anatomy tho, i can talk. i'll be using Twilight as a visual example because she's the one i've drawn in all stages

so basically the concept here is pretty similar to the canon, but with some funky add-ons.

first up- when an alicorn ascends, not only do they gain the wings/horn combo and grow an inch, they also gain some other unique anatomy from the other species.

Unicorn- along with the horn, they also receive the ear tip tufts i gave unicorns. these actually have a purpose, they're sensitive to magic energy and allow unicorns to tell where magic is coming from. depending on the unicorn they vary in sensitivity but alicorns are by far the most sensitive Pegasus- along with the wings, the get some of the extra feathers pegasai have on their bodies, namely the ones on their ankles that are used for finer trajectory adjustments in flight. they also receive the sensitivity of their hooves that's used to pick up changes in cloud texture and sense their stability Earth Pony- earth ponies may seem like they don't add shit, but they actually give two very important things. the first thing is a strength boost, as they're stronger than the other two pony species by nature. the other thing is dense as fuck hooves. that sounds kinda lame but they have rock hard hooves that allow for them to dig into dense materials and have a kick with some real bite in it that the others just can't replicate and might tear their own hooves up trying. they also add the visible fluff in the ear canal. but that's just a dust filter and if isn't cleaned properly might actually be more of hindrance

it's worth noting- if you look at Cadance and Twilight side by side- that despite being given extra anatomical traits from the other species they will always look more like the species they were before ascension. this is mostly visible in the ears, tails, and hoof shapes -unicorns have long tails with hair only growing from the underside, basic ears, narrower hooves, and usually have long fetlocks as part of their culture. -pegasai have short tails that are completely covered with hair and have rudder feathers at the base, pinned back feathery ears with restricted movement, and really shallow hooves with no fur around them -earth ponies have medium tails with even hair growth around a third of the way down, basic ears, and slightly taller hooves with varying fetlock sizes.

second up- the only uniquely alicorn physical traits that they really have (aside from height) are their hair and beards. unlike normal pony beards that are made of the same hair as their manes, alicorn beards are made of coat fur and will grow a specific length each year that marks how old they are kinda like tree rings. due to this the alicorns don't try to cut them. the manes are kinda funky cause they start out at the roots as normal hair, but then become more "ethereal" after a few inches or so. they tend to start to become ethereal roughly 10 years after ascension

they do have one more weird trait but it's less noticeable and that's the thing with the patterns. when an alicorn is first ascended they gain an extra pattern on their legs, and that pattern gains a second layer around the time they start to get their ethereal manes. you can see it happening on Twilight's lineup.

there's also a bonus thing here that has nothing to do with alicorns as much as it does unicorns- but i like the idea of Unicorn tails (flesh/bone, not hair) getting longer with age. it's usually not too noticeable because they don't normally live long enough for it to be really noticeable compared to younger unicorns, but alicorns do- so former unicorns can end up with some long ass tails in their 1000's

that's all i really got now- if i added in magic and social stuff this would have been way longer. i'm done with my rambles

#my little pony #mlp fim #mlp redesign #mlp headcanons #princess cadance #shining armor #twilight sparkle #kai doodles

[mysumeow]

warnings: afab genitalia, gn pronouns. lyney's a switch here.

drabble

a/n: i expanded from this idea i had yesterday about lyney deliberately hiding his cat ears and tail. i know theres a more reasonable explanation, maybe lynette and lyney are half siblings or someting idk. but for now, its free real estate. also, the pending drafts i have since may are side eyeing me.

To render the flirty and chatty magician Lyney speechless is a sight few people get to see.

And there he was, on his back, on the floor, with you straddling his hips, as your attempt at avoiding his fall was futile.

"I didn’t expect you to take me up on my offer," he was referring to, mere seconds ago, when you asked what flavor his chapstick was, and he playfully answered, 'why don’t you try it yourself’ as he licked his lips with a sultry look in his eyes. "My, aren’t you a brave one,"

However, you were more perplexed by something else. To be precise, the cat ears that sprouted from his head.

He noticed your prolonged stare at somewhere else other than his eyes, to which he inquired: "What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue?"

"I didn’t know you had cat ears," you observed and helped him stand up.

A shiver ran down his body when your fingers made contact with his sensitive ears. His face grew warmer the longer you stroked them.

He felt himself harden at your attention and, bashfully, tried to divert it somewhere else by changing the conversation.

"Why do you hide them?" you weren’t having any of that. "You look cute,"

"For the sake of the performance, of course. One cat person on stage is interesting enough, but having two of the same makes it less special. That’s how I see it, at least."

Even though you had a different opinion on his take, you didn’t budge on it.

"You appear to be oddly into this aspect of my physique. Had I known sooner, I would’ve shown them to—" he cut himself off before a whine escaped his mouth at the sensation of you stroking his tail with feather-like touches. "S-Stop that, ah—!" you blew air onto his ear, as you pressed your palm on the obvious stiffness concealed under his clothes.

Even though he did want you to go on, he wasn’t used to being on the receiving end of being teased and played with. This was quite new to him.

"If we’re going to do something, we must hurry up, yes? I have a performance in about half an hour."

"I can work with that, seeing as having your cute tail and ears caressed enhances your arousal," you noted with the same teasing tone he usually used on you when the roles were reversed. You kissed his cheek and moved back up again to kiss his ear too. "Ooh, I wonder what would happen if I did this," you sang playfully, and your free hand rubbed the tip of his other ear.

Despite his efforts to cover his sounds and control his squirming, every now and then he would jolt whenever you found a weak spot.

"You sure know how to keep people’s eyes on you," you slipped a finger under the harness on his thigh and pulled it. The harness wasn’t skin-tight, so when you released the material, it didn’t deliver the snapping sound you were looking forward to.

You were having fun, and so was he. Regardless, the need to regain his control grew stronger, and he grabbed your wrist to lead you to sit on his lap.

"And with minimum effort, so do you. I hope you had fun riling me up," he said as he slid his hand under your clothes, gloved fingers coming into contact with your dripping arousal. "My cat-like attributes may place me in a vulnerable state, but I also know your weak spots,"

#genshin smut #lyney smut #/ᐠ - ˕ -マ .. smut

[astrojulia]

Asteroid Fan (151590): Understanding Its Signs, Houses, and Planetary Aspects

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ About the Asteroid: Finding out about the astronomical part of this asteroid was not easy and to be honest, I can't say if the information is correct. What I can say is that it was discovered between 2004/2006 and that it was named after the late Chinese astronomer and physicist, Dr. Fan Zhaohui. doctor Fan was an expert in celestial mechanics and made significant contributions to the study of the orbits of asteroids and comets. He also played a crucial role in the development of China's space program.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Sources and inspirations: As it was already difficult to find astronomical information, it was more difficult to find astrological information, so much that you can see the heavy inspiration in this post here, which was the most complete that I found on the subject. However as the blog is deactivated and if you are a tumblr browser user like me you will have a hard time seeing the whole post. That's why there are parts that are references to the post as well as parts that are my own interpretation. Also, the image template in from minikyuns on deviantart.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Asteroid Fan Rx: Your fans are more withdrawn and hidden, having a more introspective and reflective relationship with you. You can also bring out more hidden or intense feelings in fans. They may become more obsessed or possessive of you, or they may feel a stronger connection to you. Your fans are the type to always question your actions and reconsider whether or not they should continue to admire you, each time you prove that yes, the harder it is for them to leave.

Asteroid Fan in Signs

✧. ┊ Aries: With Asteroid Fan in Aries, get ready for an enthusiastic and passionate supporter. They're drawn to your energy and may see you as a leader or trailblazer. They're spontaneous, expressive and quick to react to everything you do. You can expect lots of random compliments and affection, but they may also get defensive and impatient with people who don't like you.These fans may also be very demanding of you and want to have your content on a daily basis.

✧. ┊ Taurus: With an Asteroid Fan in Taurus, your beauty and sensuality are what they love about you. They may be supportive of your material goals and see you as a source of comfort. These fans are loyal, constant and trustworthy. They love letting you know how much you mean to them, but they can also be quite protective and jealous. Your fans also expect the best from your work, even if it takes time.

✧. ┊ Gemini: The Asteroid Fan in Gemini is all about communication skills and intellectual curiosity. They may follow you on social media and send you long messages, often with a playful and witty tone. They're fans one day and roasting you the next, but they're excited when you reply. They are the type that most reblog/share their content to others.

✧. ┊ Cancer: With Asteroid Fan in Cancer, it's all about emotional depth and sensitivity. They see you as a source of emotional support or a parental figure. They're very protective of you and always willing to listen when you need to vent. You are hardly the type to see your fans, as they appear more in fights and discussions to defend you than giving you likes, comments... they are more of the types that only observe the content, always following but not actively showing up.

✧. ┊ Leo: The Asteroid Fan in Leo is drawn to your charisma and creativity. They're supportive of your artistic endeavors and see you as a source of inspiration. These fans idolize you completely and are always looking for ways to keep you in a good mood. They're warm, playful, and very admiring of you.They see you as a kind leader.

✧. ┊ Virgo: With Asteroid Fan in Virgo, they're drawn to your work ethic and attention to detail. They may be helpful in your daily life and provide practical support. These fans are devoted, but can be a bit shy when interacting with you. They're intelligent, calm, and willing to do anything for you. These are the types of fans with whom the more you create a routine of posts and interaction, the more they help you to grow.

✧. ┊ Libra: With Asteroid Fan in Libra your fans are drawn to your sense of balance and harmony. They share your values and interests and admire your sense of style. These fans bring you peace and harmony, and they're emotional and loving. They trust you and may ask for your advice.

✧. ┊ Scorpio: The Asteroid Fan in Scorpio is drawn to your intensity and emotional depth. They see you as someone who understands their innermost feelings and desires, and they may be interested in spiritual or mystical topics. These fans are extremely intense and loyal, sometimes even obsessed. They're reserved, but feel a deep connection to you.You can also provoke difficult emotions in them with envy and anger.

✧. ┊ Sagittarius: Asteroid Fan in Sagittarius, they share your love of learning and exploring new ideas. They see you as a source of wisdom and guidance, and they're often drawn to your spiritual or philosophical beliefs. These fans are positive and fun, and love to interact with you. They're focused on you and may even idealize you a bit. You will probably attract a lot of fans younger than you, who really need more patience and care when transmitting information.

✧. ┊ Capricorn: The Asteroid Fan in Capricorn is drawn to your success and ambition. They see you as a role model or leader and may be supportive of your career or public image. These fans are consistent, productive and determined. They may feel a bit intimidated by you, but are willing to do a lot for you.This is the kind of fan that gets to see behind the scenes, the details that lead up to the result. So it's not just something you post that they see, but they can see the fonts you used, the design, etc.

✧. ┊ Aquarius: The Asteroid Fan in Aquarius indicates fans who share their idol's interests and values. Fans may be connected to their idol through social causes or activism. Your fans sincerely believe in you and will trust your words and ideas. These individuals are highly creative and often feel like they're not fully understood by others. However, when it comes to you, they feel like you get them on a deeper level. Your followers have the potential to become your close companions, and the bond between you is characterized by warmth, joy, and a distinct sense of individuality. Your ability to make them feel valued and important is a key aspect of this special connection.

✧. ┊ Pisces: The Asteroid Fan in Pisces indicates fans who are drawn to their idol's creativity and emotional depth. Fans may see their idol as a source of inspiration and be drawn to their artistic expression or spiritual beliefs. Your fans are very emotional and have an intense connection to you. They are very devoted to you and may see you as a source of comfort or escape from their own reality. They may express their feelings in a poetic or dreamy way. You may attract fans who are empathic or intuitive, who feel a deep spiritual connection with you.

Asteroid Fan in Houses

✧. ┊1st House: With Asteroid Fan in the 1st house, you have a natural charm that attracts fans and admirers. Your fans see you as a leader and may relate to you on a deep level. They want to be like you or be very similar to you. Your fans may even become your close friends, and you make them feel appreciated and special. You easily gain admiration, and some of your fans may be exclusively devoted to you.

✧. ┊2nd House:The Asteroid Fan in the 2nd house indicates that your fans may be very supportive of you financially. They share your values and interests and may admire your sense of style and taste. Your fans are consistent and detail-oriented. They may give you gifts, pictures, or small gestures, and they will always boost your self-esteem without being asked. You can always count on them for support and stability.

✧. ┊3rd House: With Asteroid Fan in the 3rd house, your fans appreciate your communication skills and intellectual abilities. They may follow you on social media or other forms of online communication. These types of fans are fun, chaotic, and always take the time to write you a beautiful message. They check up on you and ask about your day-to-day, and they can become very close to you. You may even have admirers from your school days, and you're a common topic of conversation in their lives.

✧. ┊4th House:The Asteroid Fan in the 4th house indicates that your fans see you as a source of emotional support or a parental figure. They may be connected to you through your shared cultural or familial background. Your fans find refuge in you, and they feel very close to you. You make them feel comfortable with themselves, and there is a strong and lovable connection between you and them. Your fans are intuitive and can quickly pick up on your mood, and they treasure you very much.

✧. ┊5th House: With the Asteroid Fan in the 5th house, your fans are drawn to your creativity, passion, and self-expression. They see you as a source of inspiration and may be very supportive of your artistic endeavors. Your fans are fun, spontaneous, and loving, and they may tease you playfully. You share many hobbies and personality traits with them, and they put you on a kind of pedestal. Many want to be like you and could even see you as a role model. Some may even find you attractive and appealing and develop a crush on you.

✧. ┊6th House: The Asteroid Fan in the 6th house indicates that your fans appreciate your work ethic and attention to detail. They may be helpful in your daily life and provide practical support and assistance. Your fans are helpful and deeply devoted to you, and they take away your stress, making you feel more relaxed. They support and appreciate everything you do, and their support is unconditional and constant. You become part of their routine, and they cherish you.

✧. ┊7th House: The Asteroid Fan in the 7th house signifies fans who are drawn to their idol's charisma and charm, seeing them as a potential partner or companion who shares their values and interests. These fans deeply adore you and are committed to your success. Although they may differ from you in personality, they become close to you and receive your affection. They may even see you as a crush.

✧. ┊8th House:The Asteroid Fan in the 8th house signifies fans who are attracted to their idol's intensity and emotional depth, seeing them as someone who understands their innermost feelings and desires. These fans feel a great interest in you and discover your most personal and profound aspects. They identify with you closely and feel intrigued by you. They respect you for your maturity, and there is a lot of intimacy and closeness between them and you.

✧. ┊9th House:The Asteroid Fan in the 9th house signifies fans who share their idol's love of learning and exploring new ideas, seeing them as a source of wisdom and guidance. These fans are friendly and curious, and they see you as superior on many levels. They are interested in your philosophy and thinking, and they appreciate not only your talent but also your personality.

✧. ┊10th House:The Asteroid Fan in the 10th house signifies fans who are drawn to their idol's success and ambition, seeing them as a role model or leader. These fans respect you and support your career and public image. They form a strong community, and they see you as a professional. They may be slightly intimidated by you, but they are loyal and supportive, always encouraging you to improve and trust your abilities.

✧. ┊11th House: The Asteroid Fan in the 11th house signifies fans who share their idol's interests and values, connected through social causes or activism. These fans see you as eccentric and inspiring, with a friendly and approachable personality. They feel motivated by you and empowered to pursue their goals. They are very diverse, and you have a large fanbase. You have great influence over them.

✧. ┊12th House: The Asteroid Fan in the 12th house signifies fans who are drawn to their idol's mystical or spiritual nature, seeing them as a source of inspiration or guidance in their own spiritual journey. These fans find solace and sanctuary in you, and they feel that you understand them. They are very dedicated, sentimental, and expressive, and they may become addicted to you. They idolize you and see you better than you see yourself.

Asteroid Fan Aspects Overview

✧. ┊Conjunction: A conjunction between the Asteroid Fan and a planet indicates that a person's fans may have a strong impact on their personality or life path. Fans may be very important to their idol's success or sense of self.

✧. ┊Trine or Sextile: A sextile or trine between the Asteroid Fan and a planet indicates that a person's fans may provide support or opportunities for growth and development. Fans may be helpful in their idol's personal or professional life.

✧. ┊Square or Opposition:A square or opposition between the Asteroid Fan and a planet indicates that a person's fans may cause conflict or tension in their life. Fans may have difficulty relating to their idol or may be a source of stress.

Asteroid Fan in Aspect to Planets

✧. ┊Sun: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to the Sun indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their identity or sense of self. Fans may see their idol as a potential role model or leader.These people like their idol's creativity, enthusiasm and positivity.

✧. ┊Moon: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to the Moon indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their emotional depth or sensitivity. Fans may see their idol as a source of comfort or support. These people like their idol in a more reserved and quiet way, almost as if it were that childhood thing that you like a lot but are ashamed to say you like.

✧. ┊Mercury: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Mercury indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their communication skills or intellectual curiosity. Fans may be connected to their idol through social media or other forms of online communication and talk about their idol to everyone so they can make a bigger fan-base.

✧. ┊Venus:The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Venus indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their beauty or sensuality. Fans may appreciate their idol's style or taste. These people like the way their idol behaves in the world, being inspired by their behavior and style.

✧. ┊Mars: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Mars indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their energy or passion. Fans may see their idol as a leader or trailblazer and be inspired by their courage and enthusiasm.

✧. ┊Jupiter: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Jupiter indicates that the person's fans may share their idol's love of learning and exploring new ideas. Fans may see their idol as a source of wisdom and guidance and may be drawn to their spiritual or philosophical beliefs. These fans try everything to support their idol, mainly in the form of money, but also by showing up at the events their idol is at.

✧. ┊Saturn: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Saturn indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their success and ambition. Fans may see their idol as a role model or leader and be supportive of their career or public image. These fans also support their idols, but because they believe in its worth and its work and want the person it idolizes to succeed.

✧. ┊Uranus: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Uranus indicates that the person's fans may share their idol's interests and values. Fans may be connected to their idol through social causes or activism. It's also very connected to teenage and unconventional fans, who are very active on the internet.

✧. ┊Neptune: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Neptune indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their mystical or spiritual nature. Fans may see their idol as a source of inspiration or guidance in their own spiritual journey. These fans may also find their idol mind-boggling, yet utterly alluring.

✧. ┊Pluto: The Asteroid Fan in aspect to Pluto indicates that the person's fans may be drawn to their intensity or emotional depth. Fans may see their idol as someone who understands their innermost feelings and desires and may be interested in spiritual or mystical topics. These fans also see their idol as someone very reserved but powerful, who will take on important roles without making a fuss about it.

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[samstree]

Jaskier is easy to please.

It’s a surprise finding, Geralt thinks to himself. At least, it goes against everything he knows about Jaskier.

He’s born noble, spoiled and doted on by a loving family for eighteen years. He has the best education, one that gives him endless titles as a master of the arts and a position at the best university. He wears fine silk, dines with lords and ladies, and sings for kings and queens.

And yet, Jaskier’s eyes always light up when Geralt prepares a simple meal at the side of the road as if a chunk of rye bread is anything finer than what Lettenhove can provide for him. He always leaves the lecture halls of Oxenfurt at the first thaw of spring to catch Geralt’s early contract of the year. He delights in the most mundane days on the path and colors them bright with his songs.

“I wonder how many are as lucky as me. How many souls under the sky,” Jaskier says one night, lying on top of a thin bedroll, under a sky full of stars. “To have found what pleases them, and get to keep it.”

“The stars?” Geralt mumbles sleepily. The day has been long and he’s too tired for Jaskier’s bouts of musing. “You don’t get to keep them, Jask.”

“No, you oaf. It’s…” Jaskier trails off, huffing a smile against Geralt’s shoulder. “Never mind. Sleep for now. You won’t understand today.”

“Yes, sleep.”

“Sleep, and you just might tomorrow.”

Jaskier snores through the night on the ground. He wakes up at the first light of dawn, eyes bleary and hair mussed. He wakes up to Geralt, lying next to him and calling his name gently. A soft smile overtakes his face, their limbs still tangling.

☆  

Geralt just might understand.

Or he starts to, when he pays attention to those things that please Jaskier.

He makes a pair of gloves over the winter with leather and fur in his stash. The plain materials are nothing to be boasted, and his sewing is far from the best. Compared to Jaskier’s doublets and coats, lined with jewels and silver thread, these may as well be two lumps of rags, but somehow, Geralt knows deep in his heart that Jaskier will squeal with joy when he sees them on his birthday.

The sureness settles over his chest, spreading until it unfurls his toes like warm mead on a rainy day. He wonders how long this unnamed confidence has been with him but finds no answer. It seems his life is so full of Jaskier, that there are no traces of what came before his bright-colored existence.

On Jaskier’s birthday, the squeal ends up hurting Geralt’s sensitive ears, but the tight hug that lifts him off the ground makes it all worth it. The gloves never leave the bard’s person even in the worst of the summer days and are proudly shown off to every friend they meet on the road.

And then, Geralt learns ballroom dancing from Essi so he may invite Jaskier to a first dance after the bardic competition. Geralt practices and practices, but when the day comes and Jaskier is all close and eager, all the complicated sequences are forgotten like foams on the sea. The world narrows down to the way Jaskier leans into his embrace and those surprised laughs when Geralt steps on his toes. The first dance turns into a second, a third, and then a fourth. Before Geralt knows it, the music has ended. Jaskier keeps holding on in the silence, his chin resting on Geralt’s shoulder, his scent sweet and happy.

☆  

“So, you are Julian’s witcher.”

An unfamiliar figure appears next to Geralt as the night comes to an end. Jaskier has gone to collect the award from his placement, but there’s no need for an introduction. Golden hair, fancy jewels, sharp eyes—it must be Valdo Marx.

“If I am?”

“Ha!” The other bard nurses his drink. “You’d need my warning, witcher. That one, Julian, is hard to please.”

Geralt could laugh if he didn’t hold too much disdain for the man.

“Don’t believe me? You’ll see. I once filled his room with roses and lilies, composed him full cycles of fine music, but all I got was rejection after rejection. I’d give him all the flowers in the world, all the songs and poetry. But no, none of it was ever good enough for Julian. Our dear Julian, who needs the world and more.”

“Hmm.”

Strange. Jaskier has never needed a world of flowers and poetry.

A bluebell is enough to make Jaskier blush when Geralt picks it from a wild field and puts it in his hand. A simple letter is enough to lift his spirit when solitude weighs down his shoulders while Geralt is away.

The flower will be pinned behind Jaskier’s ear for the rest of the day, and the letter will be read so many times the edges are worn out by the time they finally reunite. One particular songbook in the Jaskier’s pack holds tiny wildflowers and old letters on every other page. That book is growing thick over the years, bursting with little souvenirs of their time together and apart.

Valdo Marx is long gone when Geralt realizes how far his thoughts have wandered. The dance floor is empty. All the bards have left. All except for one.

“Geralt?” Jaskier appears before him, searching, curious. “Goodness, I called your name four times. What’s got you thinking so hard?”

Geralt blinks.

“You.”

“Me? What about—oh!”

Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and pulls him into a kiss.

It’s desperate and messy, done without so much as a thought. All Geralt knows is that he should kiss Jaskier. All the world could end right now and he should be kissing Jaskier. Their breaths quicken as their bodies press closer. Jaskier lets out a surprised gasp as Geralt opens him up eagerly, teasing him with every swipe of tongue, every quiet moan. He kisses the corner of Jaskier’s mouth at the end before meeting his gaze.

“Wow,” Jaskier breathes, voice hoarse and eyes hazy. He clears his throat. “Wow, Geralt, that was…”

Geralt holds onto the small of Jaskier’s back, practically keeping him upright with how unsteady his legs have become. He can’t help but preen, letting a grin tug at his lips. “That was…?”

“Oh, just…” Jaskier’s cheeks have gone pink. It’s adorable in the candlelight. He lets out a string of giggles, hiding his face in his hands and pressing his forehead to Geralt’s shoulder. “You’ve kissed me, and now I feel like the happiest man on earth,” he mumbles into Geralt’s shirt. “So forgive me if I need a moment. Just a moment to let it all sink in, is all.”

Geralt kisses Jaskier’s hair and feels him suck in another shaky breath. “You are too easy to please,” he chuckles.

When Jaskier finds enough strength to stand on his own and pulls away, his eyes are full of wonder. They are full of Geralt. “Well, of course. It’s you.”

With Jaskier here in his arms, Geralt understands now. He is what pleases Jaskier, and he is lucky. Too lucky, perhaps. To be dear to this loud bard who smiles like a fool at the sight of him is a privilege Geralt would not deserve even if he lived ten lives over. He isn’t sure what to do with this fact yet.

So he answers. “Yes, it’s me.” He makes a promise. “I’m right here.”

Geralt leans in for another kiss, nuzzling Jaskier’s nose, but a finger halts him by the lips.

“You see, if you kissed me in such quick succession,” Jaskier says, swallowing, his eyelashes casting long shadows, “I may burst with joy right this moment. So have mercy on me, will you? Let’s just stay here. Just stay, and remember.”

Under Jaskier’s palm, a witcher’s slow heart flutters at the next beat.

Geralt takes Jaskier’s hand and remembers the moment. He remembers the moment when all the world’s luck is held within their palms, intertwining between their linked fingers.

☆  

It turns out, Geralt is easy to please too.

All it takes is a simple tune under Jaskier’s breath, a slow ballad, full of love and contentment, a private performance for one. It’s such a small thing, such a small joy when they are in the snowy mountains at the top of the world.

Geralt sinks into the big armchair in Kaer Morhen’s library, listening as the last note fades. His eyes flutter shut, tugged heavy by sleep and the burning fireplace. Jaskier put his lute down by the wall and settles on Geralt’s lap, tucking Geralt’s head into the crook of his neck.

“Is my new song putting you to sleep?” Jaskier asks. “Do you not like it?”

Geralt shakes his head, melting under Jaskier’s weight and attention. “Like the song fine. It’s just you.” He lets out a long exhale, his heart slowing. “Want to sleep when I’m safe.”

“Oh.”

Gentle fingers run across Geralt’s eyebrows, and he almost drifts off right there. “We should go to bed,” so he says.

“I’ll join you in a bit.”

Jaskier scrambles away, and the lack of his warmth makes Geralt grumble.

Jaskier huffs, taking Geralt’s hands to pull him up. “Just a few minutes. I have some tidying up to do.”

The world is blurry around the edges and the last line of Jaskier’s song keeps playing in Geralt’s mind. He mumbles an answer, his legs heavy. The bed that belongs to the two of them calls for Geralt with the promise of a mountain of blankets and furs to burrow under.

“Hold on.” Jaskier’s hand is on Geralt’s elbow. “The night is dangerous. Take this with you.”

He turns Geralt around to press a chaste kiss to his cheek.

With his eyes barely open, Geralt winds Kaer Morhen’s halls until the darkness gives way to the warm glow of their bedroom, where the fireplace is lit and his lungs are filled with the clean soap on Jaskier’s clothes.

Geralt returns to bed safely, with a small kiss to guard him.

It turns out, he is easy to please when it’s Jaskier.

It’s as natural as breathing, like these small things, small joys, small kisses. And they are all it takes.

#geraskier #geraskier fic #fluff #soft boys being soft #first thing i've written in a month and i'm very pleased too 😌

[audaciousacolyte]

Hi lovely! First of all before I request.. How are you? How have you been? And also, I seriously enjoy your writings, keep up with the good work and ignore all the haters! They're not worth your precious time.

As for the request, could I pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee request Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x female reader? Like, how would they be as boyfriend or husband head canons. I hope it's not too much darling! Take all the time you need!

Have fun and have a lovely day/night/morning/evening!! <33

♡ My own Mr. Loverman ♡

Oswald the lucky Rabbit, Bendy and Cuphead x reader romantic partner headcanons (separate)

AN: 《|| Hello!! Thank you so much for requesting!!! I'm doing quite well, but I have been busy trying to figure out what exactly I should write. I'm relieved that you enjoy my silly rambling, and I will gladly bring you more in the future!!! However, I'm terribly sorry that I don't post too often. Please be patient with me ;w; ||》

(Boyfriend/husband headcanons)

Cuphead

♡| Cuphead is not exactly what Someone would call boyfriend material…at first.

♡| He's brash, arrogant, and quite literally has zero self control.

♡| However, the thing that makes him boyfriend material is that while it might not seem like it, he's actually a really sensitive guy.

♡| Cups likes to hide behind bravado and anger, but underneath, he cares deeply about the people around him. He just…doesn't really know how to express that.

♡| By the time you are dating, he will definitely try to communicate this… kinda.

♡| (You had thought he was mad at you for the longest time, but no. He's just awful at communicating his emotions.)

☆| Nobody knows how he managed to land you as a partner, but Bendy theorizes that there may have been witchcraft involved. (Felix disagrees, but only because he thinks that you know something that everyone else doesn't…which like, he's not wrong??)

♡| When he does announce that y'all are dating, it's at the most random moment possible. No context, no elaboration. Just.

♡| Y'all are dating now. 🤷‍♀️

☆| (Boris nearly had a heart attack when he first said it, because he genuinely did not expect it. However this was not as bad as when Mugs demanded that he was to be Cups' best man at the wedding.)

♡| Very spontaneous. I would expect a lot of last minute dates to places neither of you have been before.

☆| (Bro once took you to a monster truck rally for your anniversary. He said it "seemed cooler than I thought it would be", when you asked him about it)

♡| He is not only one of the most loyal men on the planet, but he's also incredibly attentive! Any attention you want is given to you, and Cups is more than happy to cuddle up with you any time of the day.

♡| Casually (cough cough he's so nervous please help cough cough) proposes during your 4 year anniversary with a genuine diamond ring. Literally cries when you say yes.

Bendy

♡| The best boyfriend ever. Send Post.

♡| I'm serious though, Bendy is the sweetest boyfriend to have.

♡| Having a bad day? He'll make sure that you get whatever you need to unwind and feel better.

♡| Want to spend some time together? Of course! He'll go set up a movie for the two of you to watch

♡| Can't open something? Don't worry, honey, he can open it for you (♡♡♡swoon♡♡♡)

♡| Whatever comes, through sickness and in health, Bendy will stay by your side for as long as you allow him to.

♡| Can, will and has done everything in his power to give you everything he thinks that you deserve in a partner. Anything you want, you are going to get it.

♡| (The day he proposes is also the day that Boris got tired of listening to his brother gush about you at 4 in the morning and forced him to go get married or he'd tell Felix their tragic backstory (read, he'd tell Felix to sign the damn adoption papers already))

Oswald the lucky Rabbit

♡| When he does propose, it's at a mega-fancy restaurant, and with an intricately carved golden ring. He won't cry when you say yes, but he gets REAL close.

♡| Whether you realize it or not, the two of you have practically been married for like, ever.

♡| Ever since y'all met, you act just like a married couple with how domestic y'all are with each other.

♡| Love at first sight? Nah, MARRIAGE at first sight

♡| Oswald does not notice this at all. He considers you his best friend, and he (loves you) cares about you a lot, but c'mon guys! there is NO WAY he can be in love with you! He's already in love with Ortensia, you know,HIS WIFE?

♡| (Polyamory exists for a REASON Ozzie)

♡| Ortensia would actually be the one to sit him down and talk to him about it, because you and I KNOW that our poor, sweet, dumb bunny boy won't do anything about this.

◇| (Again, like I've said in Oz's general headcanons, she'll be happy if Oswald's happy and if Oswald wants to start a polycule because he's head over heels for his bestie, then she’s okay with it.)

♡| When he does ask you out, and y'all eventually start going steady, he is such a sweetheart. I am a firm believer in hopeless romantic Oswald, and I will die upon this hill.

♡| Any bit of affection is met with really loud purring, and foot thumping.

☆| (Did you know that rabbits can purr? Yeah, neither did I.)

♡♡♡| He and Ortensia team up and propose to you at the same time with matching silver rings, each with their name carved on the inside. They both tackle-hug you to the ground when you say yes

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #inky inquiries #cuphead x reader #bendy x reader #oswald the lucky rabbit x reader #lucky bunny #coffeehouse cups #requested #lovely words

[sebastianswallows]

Ardour — Chapter 2

— PAIRING: professor!Tom Riddle x Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Tom got what he wanted, he is the Hogwarts DADA professor. It's more tedious than he envisioned, but his day gets interesting when his favourite student comes to him for help after she is hit with a strong aphrodisiac.

— WARNINGS: smut, hurt/cumfort, fingering, wet and messy (very), sweet dirty talk, age difference (she is in 7th year), dub-con, sex pollen, hints of incest (reader is a distant relative Gaunt, to give Tom something to find palatable about her, ok? I know, but... just go with it)

— WORDCOUNT: 6k

— A/N: I procrastinated a lot on finishing this, but here it is. You can expect one other chapter, and what it will contain is hinted at at the very end. I hope you enjoy it very much, my dears!🐍💚Again, this was partly written with the help of this lovely AI Tom chat bot.

He said he was ‘going to have to give her an orgasm’ like he was talking about a pinch of dittany. She stared at him. She was gripped by shock at first, then outrage, then fear, and then a bucket of shame like icy water fell over her.

"What?!"

"I know, Adara," he whispered, an awkward smile on his face as he sat on the floor beside the sofa that she lay on. "It may sound like the most unconventional of treatments, but I assure you it’s very conventional in this case. Not to worry, I’ll —"

He was about to say he was going to be gentle, but that might have come out the wrong way.

"— I’ll… make sure you’re back to normal as soon as possible," he smiled.

He saw her give a sigh of relief at that. Her legs were restless on the sofa, not knowing whether they wanted to squeeze together to satisfy her, or spread apart and let her sensitive area have a chance to cool. Her hips were twisting too, like she couldn’t find a position that was comfortable — which, on that antique piece of furniture, was just as likely. But more tellingly, beneath her school shirt, he could see the hint of hard little peaks pressing so tightly against the white material that he could almost guess their colour.

Adara waited patiently while his eyes scanned her body, but just as he was drinking in the sight of her legs encased up to the knee in her black socks he heard her mewl and whimper and whisper with the little courage that she had, "Professor? Please…?"

"Shush."

He looked at her face once more and gave her a cold smile, then moved slightly lower, bending his legs in a comfortable position on the floor.

"Now, for your treatment..." Tom whispered, his eyes calm and dark.

"C-could you — ?"

"What?" he asked tensely.

"Erm… could you… not look?"

He glared at her. "Do you trust I have your best interest at heart, Miss Gaunt?"

She whimpered and bit her lip and said nothing, squirming as the Ardour Fly ate away at her resolve.

"If this is going to work, you will have to trust me not only with your problems — and the trouble you get yourself into — but with the most intimate parts of your body. Is that understood?"

She began to breathe heavily when she saw that he was actually waiting for an answer, and all the while she was in pain, her heart nearly beating out of her chest like she was in danger.

"Yes, Professor," she said, almost too quickly. "I trust you."

"Good girl," said Tom with quiet satisfaction. "Now, you lift your skirt again. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Sir," she answered breathlessly, and obeyed.

Her trembling hands grabbed hold of the hem of her skirt and clumsily pulled it up, and away.

He shifted in his pose on the hard floor, becoming aware of something very uncomfortable happening to him… He grunted to himself at how weak his body was, how easily tempted. Not now, he thought ruefully toward his petulant, touch-starved, yearning member. It plumped up at the mere sight of her, pressing against his trousers, pointing up and forward and toward her, reaching for that small part of her that she had just revealed. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but all he could breathe in was the scent of her, and it made everything worse. His manhood throbbed, cried, ached in his confines, but he decided to ignore it, as he often did on the rare occasions that it acted up this way.

With one cold hand, Professor Riddle pressed her squirming legs flat on the sofa so that he could have a better look at her. She let go of the shirt at the sudden motion, letting it gather on her stomach, and clung to the cushions.

He could see it throbbing, her mound, the folds that plumped beneath it, could see it moving enticingly — torturously, no doubt, for her — to a rhythm he suspected was the beating of her heart. It seemed in every way a hungry mouth looking for something, anything, to suckle on. Around the edges of her modest black panties, wetness made her skin glow in the low candlelight. Her upper thighs and even the part where her legs met her torso were soppy with clear, sticky secretions. And he could smell it, her lust, could smell it more strongly now than ever before, salty and sweet and warm and fleshy and fresh... It filled his lungs, it made his mouth water, it made him dizzy.

He heard her whimper again in that bratty fashion, and finally he tore his eyes away from this tender part of her body for the sake of focusing on something more practical...

He took his wand out of his pocket and with a wordless incantation he made his heavy professor robes disappear from his body to a clothes hanger in his bedroom. Then, he undid the cuff on his right arm and folded them back a couple of times. He expected this could get a little messy…

"Be good, now. And don’t make a fuss," Tom said as kindly but firmly as he could. His eyes slid to her face to find it quite red, her eyes looking miserably sad, and her lip bitten nearly bloody.

He thought he might start slow… He placed the tips of his fingers on the inside of her knee and stroked from there, up her inner thigh, up to where she was hurting — and she was so soft, so warm, feeling warmer as he got closer to her aching mound, feverish and damp… But that, of course, was the wrong approach, because it only teased her.

"Sirrr!" she whined, her back arching.

Tom coughed awkwardly, feeling guilty for the intimately slow caress — which teased not only her, but himself as well. He was made to feel something a little different at hearing her high-pitched cry… Perhaps it was pity. Yes, that’s what it was… He took a deep breath, decided on his next actions, and firmly settled his fingers where they were needed — at her core.

She nearly jumped off the sofa and released a deep moan, half-pain half-pleasure. "There!" she said, once she could finally speak.

Tom just held his fingers against her, his eyes betraying nothing. Adara looked down at her body, her hands clinging to the cushions by her thighs.

"It... it aches, Sir, it hurts..." she complained, biting her lip in shame and desire.

"It's alright," he whispered, his voice calm and distant, almost professional, but a hint of something else lingered behind. "I will make it all better for you."

She whimpered impatiently, her desperate gaze fixated on where her Professor’s wrist disappeared behind the clump of her skirt, between her thighs. Her knees began to fiddle nervously.

"Just keep your eyes on me, Adara," he said quietly, looking at her blushing face. "And breathe deeply, alright? Deep breaths for me. Can you do that? Just concentrate on me, on my eyes, on my touch..."

His cold, elegant fingers began to make circles over her clothed folds, a slow, gentle movement, his eyes staring into her own.

"Deep breaths, Adara, like you mean it. Like you need it."

"Yes, Professor," she moaned, her head resting sapless on its side as she looked at him.

As he requested, she kept her eyes on him, taking deep, deep breaths, in and out and in and out, while his fingers went up and down and up and down. What he was doing to her soothed her somewhat, like gentling a wild animal.

His hands continued to move slowly over her pulsing mound and lower, feeling his way around, his eyes staring deep into hers, almost piercing her with his gaze. His eyes were burning with a mix of emotions, worry and care, but still that hint of something unwanted behind them — the faintest shadow of greed.

"That's it, you're doing well," he whispered, slowly moving his hand faster and faster. "Keep looking at me."

Yes... That's it... That's it...

Her panties sloshed over her womanhood as he moved his fingers faster, her wetness soaking his skin clean through the cotton as if it wasn’t even there. And he could feel, in that little hollowing where her slit was — a fresh release of something sweet. Then, he trailed his middle finger right between where her folds were, teasing her panties into the divot, then trailed his digit upward, pressing down hard, until he found it, her little nub. She winced in pain again, and Tom thought he knew why. The Ardour Fly had been blown up her skirt, she said… That must have meant her underwear was covered in it, and pressing it against her must have made it worse.

He pressed down harder.

"Professor!" she gasped, her arms coming up to hide her face. She felt warmer and warmer as he rubbed the remnants of the aphrodisiac into her lips, between them, against that rebelliously hard nub…

"I know, sweet girl," he whispered, his cold hand starting to circle that hard little point in the most barely-there touch that only gave it something to strain towards, to reach for, to harden more. "I know..."

"Aaaaah!" she screamed when he switched from gentle strokes to cruelly rubbing it with the edge of his nail.

Adara squirmed on the sofa and her legs spread wider. She whimpered in humiliation as she felt more wetness seep out of her, a warm little dollop bubbling out, wetting her panties more.

The bastard smiled at her reaction and she could hear a throaty chuckle — and did he sound a little smug?

She bit her lip and closed her eyes tightly, and turned her head away toward the back of the sofa. Across her thighs, she could feel her Professor’s hand bracing against her flesh to access her better, now that her legs were spread.

She peeked briefly to look at him — his eyes were already waiting for her, fixed on her face, but his head was leaning slightly over her, right in front of her, right in front of where she was exposed. He licked his lips when he saw her looking back, his mouth tilted in a smile. Then, as she watched him, he shamelessly looked down between her legs. Gently, he put a bit more pressure on his elbow, as if steadying himself — it forced her legs to spread even more for him.

"Would you look at that…" he whispered in an appraising tone. He could feel his shaft twitch angrily in his trousers and grunted at the slight rub it gave itself.

The heat of his dark eyes conflicted with his gentle, slow touching, his patient torturous playing with her over her soaked panties. He was giving her the time that she needed, the space to let herself become vulnerable for him, to give him control over her body.

His fingers focused on that dip between her folds where he found her hole, two fingers pressing against it, moving the cotton in such a way that it scraped over her whole womanhood and rubbed her in every sensitive place. Wetness spilt over the edges, dripping down her thighs, and lower…

"Sir, please," she begged, her head still turned away in shame — because she didn't know if she could say this if she was looking at him — "it still hurts, Sir, it hurts so much, it burns, it hurts... please..."

"What do you want?" he whispered, his voice still so soft and tender. "What do you need from me?"

"You know!" she cried. "Please, I... I need it..."

He could tell. Her folds pulsed with her heartbeat, throbbing, swollen as if bruised. They moved against his finger with every pulse as if kissing his digits, coaxing them inside. With a shudder, he felt his manhood twitch in sympathy, feeling hot and heavy between his legs, wetting him slightly with either his seeping juices or perhaps just sweat, and what wasn’t absorbed by the rough cotton made his skin feel damp and disgusting.

"It hurts, does it? Your traitorous flesh," he whispered softly as he looked up at her from the corner of his eyes, speaking in a way to both her and himself. He breathed in deeply, trying to relax his body as much as hers, trying to be a point of stability through this process. But beneath it all, there was... a worry, concern that told her he wanted nothing more than to hold her and keep her safe and take care of her.

He took his fingers away for one second, then returned to place his index horizontally, across her folds, and traced it from the very base of her swollen parts all the way up where her pearl peeked out between them, hard and yearning for affection. Then, he moved his finger back down, and then back up, over and over… It was as if he was petting her, but all it did was drive her mad. And every time she peeked out to look, she found him there, looking at her, waiting for her gaze, focused entirely on her.

He ended this part of the ‘treatment’ with a quick and rough rub of her pearl using his middle finger again, bullying it just a bit, playing with it meanly. Just for a few seconds, just enough to make her whole body shiver and her lips part in a moan and her back to arch in pleading for him to stop stop stop… And then he did stop, and his hands went on either side of her hips.

"I hope you remember what you promised me earlier," he said in a voice that sounded warm and close, although he was all the way down at her hips. She looked blearily up at him, her lips parted dumbly as she took heavy breaths. Tom kept his dark eyes on hers, so sharp in comparison but shadowed with his own mixed feelings. "You told me you trust me, remember?"

She whimpered.

"With every part of you..."

Slowly, like a caress, like an accidental brushing of his hands down her hips, he started tugging her panties down. Her knees bent up to aid him.

"No matter how… small…"

They were pulled from her waist, tugged with a couple of stronger pulls from beneath her behind, and then glided slowly, smoothly, under his control.

"No matter how…"

Away from her mound and out from between the folds that held the material loosely between the lips, slivers of wetness trailed behind like dribble before breaking off and sticking in transparent threads all the way down her thighs.

"…intimate."

He let her panties fall somewhere behind him on the floor as he took in the sight before him. His eyes drank her in with interest and a strange hunger, a need that came suddenly and from so deep inside it muddled his senses for a second. He leaned a bit further back to catch a better glimpse of… what he had to work with. He even put his ostensible professionalism aside to grip her bent legs gently and lift the a bit on the sofa, spreading her knees just a touch, opening her up.

Against his will, his lips parted in a breathless gasp. Her mound was covered in dark curls, but they were matted with wetness between her thighs. Her folds were so swollen he couldn’t see anything between them, but he could see them continue to throb hungrily, the delicate muscles there working hard beneath the skin. Above, he could just see the hint of where her pearl was. And slathered all over her were trails of white translucent seepings tempering the dark-red colour of her excited flesh, sticky and fragrant and copious. He could almost taste her on his tongue.

"S-sir?" she asked with a tremulous little rasp.

His gaze trailed calmly to hers, but otherwise, he didn’t move a muscle — except to lick his lips. Her eyes widened at that, and he smirked at what he saw inside her head.

"Are you ready for your treatment?" he asked sweetly.

She whimpered, her hands folded nicely at the base of her ribs. To his surprise, she nodded excitedly.

Tom chuckled and leaned back to where he was before, and pressed her legs back down onto the sofa, only this time keeping them a little more apart. He looked coldly into her eyes, seemingly disinterested in what he was doing, while his fingers drew circles around her right inner thigh, as if he were thinking…

Beneath his wandering fingers, he felt her twitch, her muscles jumping with pain or excitement — or perhaps it was just the Ardour Fly working on her… Yes, that must be the reason.

It was about time he kept his word, and treated her.

Tom sighed, gripped by his own feelings of anxiety. He slid one hand surreptitiously down to his waist to settle his member more comfortably, then, in one straight stroke upwards, he brought his fingers straight up against her naked womanhood.

Her body convulsed in satisfaction and he could hear her moan little shards of Yes yes yes! while her legs struggled against his grip to try to spread wider for him.

"Be good now," he said with a tone of warning, the same tone he’d used in class so many times before. "Stay still for me."

"Professor, I can’t…" she complained.

He ignored her petulance save for a disapproving side glance, then focused once more on tending to her. He leaned back slightly for a better view.

She was leaking fresh dollops of her feminine juices all down her plush folds and her thighs and between her cheeks and down onto his sofa. His middle finger rested where he thought her hole would be, and he pressed between those full and hungry lips, moving slightly up and down, searching her, until he found it. He heard her wince uncomfortably when his finger touched the entrance to her body.

"Oh hush," he whispered dismissively. "Don’t tell me you’ve never played with this."

She said nothing to that, but from the corner of his vision, he saw her hide her head away again between her folded arms.

Tom gave her little hole a bit of attention, circling it, introducing himself to it… It made her begin to pulse and clench, leaking with want. He let his finger rest right against it, and it only took a few hungry twitches for her hole to nearly pull him in all on its own, like it was looking for something to nurse on.

He smirked, and moved higher. Her downy hair tickled the sides of his finger as he stroked her slit before it rested on her little nub, flesh on flesh.

She really jumped at that.

"Aaaahhh! Sir, please! That’s…!"

"Is this it then, my dear?" he asked with a mockingly academic tone. "Is this your most sensitive part? This little thing right here?"

His middle finger rubbed it from the base, around its raw head, then up to the soft hood that covered it.

"It’s…! Aahhh…. Aahhh…."

She was beside herself, nonsensical. Tom chuckled, but to his own surprise the sound was not one of mockery this time — it was almost fond.

He found it hard to keep tending to her in that state, she was so swollen, so engorged with blood from the effects of the aphrodisiac… So he moved his ring and index finger to her folds and kept them apart, exposing her, and with his thumb braced against her little hood, preventing it from protecting her sensitive pearl, he put his middle finger back to work, pleasuring her.

She was slippery wet, and the little thing was so hard it was almost sharp, truly the smallest point on her body — yet so, so delicate, so sensitive, so powerful it made her whole body move, would have if he didn’t move his arm from her legs to her waist to hold her down, his heavy cold palm pressed down on her tense stomach.

And as much as she arched her back and screamed and canted her hips into his strokes or away from them, his hand between her legs didn’t budge, it stayed on her, followed her, forcing her lower lips open and relentlessly flicking her nub.

"PLEASE!" she cried, her hands coming down to grip the sofa cushions again. "Please please please…"

His finger moved in broader strokes now, going down to her hole to gather more slick before licking a path back to her nub to tease it a bit, then tease it harder, then flick it loosely as if he tested how erect it was, how stiff — and then going down again to rest his finger at her entrance, just letting it know he’s there, letting it know he hadn’t forgotten about it, trying to soothe it.

"There you go," he praised, surprising himself by smiling fondly as he looked at her flushed face. Her cheeks were damp with tears and strands of her hair stuck sweetly to her skin. "My favourite student... my prettiest girl..." he praised. Where did that come from? he asked himself — but it didn’t matter. It didn’t feel like a lie when he said it. She reminded him too much of himself in her darkness, in her frustrated need, in her sullenness, for him to dislike her… especially now.

Adara smiled with a mix of shyness and pride, as if she could never have expected to hear such a thing. She knew she was good in his class, and that Professor Riddle thought highly of her, but she never dared hope that she was his favourite.

"Am I, Sir?" she asked, looking into his eyes and managing a small, warm smile. Her hips started moving at steeper but slower angles until she could almost trick his fingers into penetrating her, her movement and his gentle motions uniting to almost bring her finger into her most intimate hole. "You're my favourite professor, you know" she confessed, looking at him with admiration and surrender and deep, deep affection.

He smirked at that, feeling unapologetically pleased.

"That’s right, you're my favourite student, Adara..." he whispered, his voice deep and warm but with an unspoken need hiding behind it.

He went slower, than faster, his moving in unpredictable patterns. He wanted to savour the moment... wanted to savour her.

She smiled tightly and sadly at him, not even the pleasure of his fingers enough to distract her.

"Am I really?" she whispered, in between the moans caused by his soft, gentle touches that stroked her pain away. "Irma Burke is far better than me, and — oh, right there, Sir — and Juniper Flint and — aaaahhh P-professor, so good, please please please…"

"Shhh... shhh..." he gentled her as his fingers continued their movement, their caressing and their touching, right there, right where she needed it.

"They might be talented too," he whispered, his voice softer still as he continued to move, his eyes still locked with hers. "But they're not as good as you."

His fingers were moving deliberately, ever so gently, ever so carefully, a little bit faster now…

She bit her lip to shut herself up and looked into his eyes with longing, so grateful to him for his sweet words, his praises, his attention… He was giving her everything she ever needed, that she never got anywhere else... He made her feel so safe, so cared for that she could have fallen in love...

As his tending to her brought Adara closer to the height of her pleasure, she gasped and arched her back in a hungry chase after his touch. Smirking at her efforts, Tom pressed his hand down harder on her lower stomach, and let his fingers rest at her entrance again. Just resting there...

She whined and winced and moved her hips the little that she could, then gasped.

The greedy little twitches of her hole began to draw him in, and slowly, through the greed of her own body, the tip of his middle finger finally penetrated her. Tom groaned — she was feverishly hot inside, worrying so. A sloppy puddle was waiting just inside her hole and was pushed out by his presence. It slid around his finger, licking its way down it to his knuckles, his palm, an adventurous little trail of it making it all he way down to his wrist.

"P-p-prof—!"

"Shhh… That’s it, good girl..." he whispered in a tender, comforting voice... but with that darkness and hunger and need still lurking in the depths of his eyes, a need as great as hers.

He let his finger be drawn inside by her hungry little womanhood, pulled in with each tensing throb. It managed to do so only down to the first knuckle, and then he had to push.

His length throbbed in jealousy, and he could feel from his tip the bubbling of a little tear of longing. The sensation was so intense, so rare, that it almost hurt. His whole loins were in pain, in fact, and the hard floor was doing no favours to his sac that churned with its unspilled desire for her, for the vulnerable young girl that was under his care.

"Sir, you’re… y—"

"Yes, I’m inside you now, aren’t I?" he whispered teasingly, his dark gaze holding her wide, humiliated eyes. His middle finger and his index kept her folds parted, forcing her tenderest parts to be exposed, but his thumb began to rub soothing circles on the hood above her nub. "Isn’t that better, hmm? Are you liking your treatment?"

She moaned senselessly with each little bit of his finger that he squeezed through her tight hole, but she had the presence of mind to nod as she looked into his eyes.

"So beautiful... so vulnerable... so... pretty..." he whispered as his fingers continued to move around her sensitive little parts, to caress her...

His dark eyes drank her in — the most darling sight in the world to him at this point... his prettiest girl, his best girl... right there. Her channel kept throbbing more strongly, fighting back against an invasion that got thicker as he worked his way to the second knuckle and more. He curled it slightly against that spongy spot above. She mewled and started hyperventilating, her thighs suddenly clenching, feet scrambling against the sofa. If she weren’t so wet, he might have had trouble shoving even one finger in, he noted with surprise. He might have been a man, but until then he’d thought his fingers were quite slender…

He growled when he felt her channel try to stop him in a firm, tight clench, and he moved his thumb back to her nub, beginning to rub it harshly now, pressing into it without mercy while holding her squirming waist down, ignoring her excited cries. He bullied that little pearl while he kept his finger still. Slowly, gently, imperceptively, he let her own squirms and cantings of her hips pull his middle finger deeper, work her down onto him.

Eventually, he could feel he reached the end of her. He realised with wonder that he was touching the mouth to her womb. The girl cried out at the intimate feeling.

"Aaahhh! Professor!"

The room was filled with the wet sounds of his thumb slicking up and down her button while the finger in her hole began to thrust. He kept it slightly curled, greedy for that soft spot, eager to press into it, to tease it, to caress it, hungry for the sounds she made whenever he did so — throaty moans, pleading whines, and the senseless gasps of pleasure with her head tilted back and her eyes lazily looking at him and her legs a bit bent and spread… She was a vision.

"Does it hurt, Adara?" he whispered, his voice soft and tender.

"It hurts so much, Sir," she whined, tears coming to her eyes again. "It hurts me… It hurts me it hurts me it hurts me," she moaned, her body shaking. "Please, Sir, help me, please make it stop, make it stop..."

His eyes went wide as he heard her, as he saw the tears forming in her eyes. It made things happen to his body, not only his loins but his entire skin and his heart and his lungs, that he never thought possible… To reward her, his hands moved just a little faster and he started to take her closer, closer to the ultimate release that would bring her some relief. She was in pain... pain she didn't deserve... he had to fix that, fix her... make her feel better.

"Calm down," he said in a gentle, caring voice as his hands kept their movement, still tending, still caressing, but a little bit faster still, a little more urgently.

His hand pressed down on her lower stomach to try to control her frantic body, but it only made her moan louder, her legs spread wider…

"What’s this here?" he whispered gently as he looked down at his flat palm. "Hmm? You like it here? Is there something good here?"

"My… my…"

"Your womb, that’s right…" he whispered hotly, licking his lips as he looked into her eyes.

He pressed down deliberately on it now while his finger worked heatedly into the channel that led up into it, torturing her pleasure spot from both sides, giving it no escape, no mercy, no choice but to give her the release she needed.

"Aaaaahhh! Aaaahhhh there," she whined needily. "There, there…!"

His motioned pulled dollops of her seeping juices out with each outward slide, and then his finger thrust straight up to tickle the entrance to her womb with each push, before retreating and curling almost aggressively into that tender spongy spot again and again and again. His thumb kept rubbing harshly at her nub, occasionally letting his short nail scratch just the surface of it, just to see her cry a bit.

"It pains you, doesn’t it?" he whispered sympathetically, so at odds with his rough tending to her. "This little womb… Don’t you want to make it happy? Don’t you want to give it some release?"

She closed her eyes shut tightly in shame and anxiety and nodded.

"Come on, my darling girl, give in to it… Give in to me…" he coaxed.

His whole hand was soaked from her, his fingers so wet they were starting to prune, and his manhood was so stiff and swollen he felt sure it was about to rip a seam. But none of that mattered; he had to take care of her.

"Professor," she whined loudly, arching her back in pleasure as he started to tend to her faster. "Professor Riddle... Sir... So good..."

Her hips moved up and down as she began to rub herself against his fingers and he began to move in harmony with her. She teased her little pearl against his thumb now, worked her pulsing channel down his middle finger, letting him help bring her closer to the end of her treatment.

"Good girl," he whispered as his eyes widened in delight. "My best girl…”

His fingers moved faster still, his movements growing more deliberate, building her up higher, and higher, and higher, getting closer and closer to the ultimate release, that moment of pure ecstacy... of satisfaction... of relief...

"What does my good girl need?" he whispered, looking at her with a mix of pity and desire, with a genuine need to see her brought to satisfaction.

"More," she begged, looking deep into his eyes, pleading with him. "More, please Professor... More... I need more... I need you," she finally confessed, breaking her gaze away and biting her lip. "I need you..."

She began to leak profusely against his fingers almost as if she were wetting herself, soiling him down to his wrist with her girlish juices. He felt her begin to pulse in a strong, clenching way, her hips stuttering, her back arching, her legs spreading wider, and...

"AAAAH! AH! AH! AH!"

She screamed and her body shivered, her legs trembling on either side of his arm, her intimate parts throbbing stronger, her hole opening and closing as if was swallowing him down... Dollops of wetness bubbled out of her pulsating entrance, filling the air with that sweet and fleshy scent that he was addicted to by now. It slid between his fingers that kept moving, kept tending to her.

"Yes... yes... you need me... you need your Professor, don’t you, my favourite girl...?" his voice was deep and husky with lust and love and pride — and more of that pesky underlying need, that hunger, that desire to possess her, to possess all of her for himself, to keep her for himself, as all of this came together into this sensitive, fragile release.

He was proud. Proud of her, proud of what he had done, proud of her need... her desire... her dependence on him.

She whimpered as she began to relax, her body shaking with occasional twitches of after-pleasure. It caused her to moan deliciously. Slowly, her hips relaxed and settled. Tom kept his finger inside of her little hole, but let her folds go. They closed around his finger in a grateful kiss.

She bit her lip and looked at Professor Riddle, her eyes foggy with pleasure and in disbelief at what had just happened, what he had done to her.

"Good girl..." he whispered. He smiled fondly down at her as his thumb caressed the hood above her nub in soothing, consoling circles. "You feel better now? No more pain?"

His voice was soft and caring, and his eyes shone with delight after all that had happened. He wasn’t half as breathless as she was, but he was far from unaffected. His heart had nearly pounded out of his chest when he saw her and felt her and heard her reach her pleasure as he worked her little body with just two fingers.

"Mmmm…"

Her eyes were half-lidded and her hands were curled up into loose fists over her chest, moving up and down with her deep breaths. Tom smiled and leaned down over her to give her another little kiss, like a prince in a fairy tale waking the princess from eternal sleep.

"Do you feel better?" he asked again softly.

She moaned into his kiss, leaning up into it, chasing his mouth. She was still so needy for him... Her thighs closed around his wrist, not wanting him to part from her, desperate to keep him close to her.

"Feels a bit better," she whispered as their lips parted. His gentle strokes made her shiver, made pleasure bloom in her even after her devastatingly strong peak, and she rubbed herself tiredly against his finger. "But... it's still... there's still an ache, Sir..." she blushed, looking down. "I'm sorry..."

So the pain was still there...

"An ache?" he whispered with genuine concern. This wasn't right. She shouldn't be in any pain right now. He had to fix this…

"Where?" he asked with a frown. "Why does it — Oh."

He was to blame. He’d rubbed her panties against her folds at first, rubbed more of that Ardour fly onto her like a second dose. And now, she was feeling the consequences…

He shushed her as she whined, his fingers doing what they could to soothe her tender little parts. Her eyes were drowsy and so pained that they nearly broke his heart...

His voice was soft and caring and concerned, even while it was filled with his own neediness beneath, as he informed her of what he had to do to her next.

"I’m going to clean you up, my good girl," he said, looking fondly and even apologetically down at her. "And I can think of only one way to do it that would convey how contrite I am for the pain you’re in."

He let her hole nurse on his finger while he took the other palm off her tense stomach and began to undo his tie.

#Tom Riddle #Tom Riddle fanfiction #Tom Riddle imagine #Tom Riddle x Reader #Tom Riddle x OC #Harry Potter #Harry Potter fic #sswallow;fanfics #sswallow;made a thing #fanfic;ardour #Tom Riddle smut

[hotreadingwitch]

Daemon x Reader - Wedding Night

Content Warnings/Kinks: scratching, hickeys, praise kink, degradation (light), dominance, breeding kink, squirting, multiple rounds/orgasms, oral sex, unprotected sex

Wedding Night

Y/n walked into the grand bedroom, her new husband Daemon Targaryen trailing behind her. She heard his footsteps stop in front of the open window, turning, she saw him staring up at the moon. 

"A beautiful wedding night don't you think darling?" He asked, a smirk on his lips.

Standing in front of the bed, she beckoned to him. As if mesmerized he came forward, placing his firm hands on her fabric-clad hips. Her heart fluttered when he smirked down at her, their height difference apparent. She reached forward, hooking her finger on the waistband of his pants.

"So eager darling" he chuckled lightly, "But if we're going to do this we're going to do it right..." 

She looked at him quizzically, eyes widening when he pushed her down onto the bed, shifting their bodies until her back was up against the many pillows in front of the headboard. He then scrunched the material of her dress until it was up around her waist. She tensed as she waited, the anticipation of Daemon kneeling before her on the bed was enough to make her bare pussy slick with need. 

"Can I touch you?" he asked, cocking his head to the side. 

She nodded. 

"Darling" he chastised, shaking his head slowly before looking at her with a desperate fire in his eyes, "I require a yes or no"

"Yes," she breathed, her voice wavering. 

"You're sure?" 

"Yes" she repeated more confidently, "Yes, Daemon please" 

He slunk down in front of her until half of his face was covered by her. She sighed immediately at the feeling of his tongue teasing her, making her head sink back into the pillows. His strong hands spread her legs, opening them wide so that he could please her further. She looked down, her breath hitching as she made contact with his stormy, sunken eyes. 

"Uh," she moaned softly, her hips grinding up and down, beginning to match the rhythm of his tongue on her clit.

Daemon continued, licking at her sensitivity, creating a feeling like no other in her lower stomach. She sighed at the pleasure, her back arching upward off the mattress as she squirmed under his patient tongue. Y/n then gasped as she felt cold fingers beginning to tease her hole. 

"Mmm," she groaned at the feeling. 

She could feel her insides tightening up as his fingers teased her entrance and his mouth wrapped around her sensitive clit. The combined feelings made her roll her hips, moving with his every movement.

"That's the spot huh?" He cooed, smirking as her eyes rolled back at the feeling of his fingers curling just within her soaking wet hole.

"Daemon..." she whimpered.

He then returned his godly mouth to her clit, licking and sucking, pleasing her in every way until she burst, her cum sticking to his pale fingers. 

"Oh," she threw her head back, eyes rolling back.

He licked and kissed her clit while teasing her hole until the waves of her orgasm subsided. When he was done he rose up, towering over her panting frame. She watched intently as he took his fingers, coated with her slick, bringing them to his mouth. His eyes rolled back as he tasted her. 

"You know darling" he smirked, "I've pleased a hundred whores in my time but tasting you, it is the honour of my life"

Y/n's eyes widened, "Don't joke" she pouted.

He came forward, grinding down onto her so that she could feel his cock tight and hard in his pants.

"I wouldn't dare" 

This time when she grabbed desperately at his pants, he didn't protest, letting her undress him. She undid his armour, and flung his loose shirt and his bottoms across the room, staring at the items that littered the floor. 

"May I?" He questioned, gesturing to her dress, dragging her attention back to him. 

She nodded and he pulled the fabric off of her, caressing her body gently as he did, the calluses on his strong hands brushing against her sensitive flesh. He tossed her dress over his shoulder, letting it join his clothes on the cold stone. 

Y/n parted her folds, holding them open for him. He grunted, turned on by the sight. Daemon lined himself up with her hole before pushing into her, his strong hands digging into the flesh of her hips, keeping her steady. He paused, bottoming out in her pussy for a moment, his balls hitting where her ass cheeks met. She moaned as he pulled back out, slamming back into her, beginning his relentless pace. Y/n could feel the tip of his hard cock pulsing within her warm pussy each time it hit her cervix. 

"D-Daemon" she grunted, butterflies rising within her immediately. 

"That's right darling" he cooed, grinding into her pussy. 

She moaned even louder when his fingers, slicked with salvia, made their way to her clit, rubbing in small circles. 

As he continued to thumb her clit, his thrusts only went deeper and deeper, pounding into her sensitive pussy. She was sopping wet, her juices practically bursting out the sides of her pussy as he thrust. Daemon was filling her completely, fully. She felt grateful for every inch of his considerable length as it slammed in and out of her. 

Soon, she was overcome. His thumb did not leave her clit, rubbing at it until it felt numb, helping her orgasm to come closer and closer with every flick and stroke combined.

"Yeah cum for me-ugh-that's it darling, that's it" he groaned, allowing her pussy to milk his cock, tightening around it as waves of pleasure coursed through her body. 

"Ahh" she cried, her knees buckling and her back arching as the feeling surged forward, overwhelming her.

She moaned, eyes squeezing shut, as she came undone around his pounding cock. Her body shuddered but Daemon held her in place, fucking each wave of pleasure out of her.

"Yes, yes, yes," she moaned like a quiet chant into his ear, letting the pleasure wash over her. 

"That one was just for you darling" he growled as he thrust at an even faster speed, "This one will be for me..." 

He continued as she came until her insides began to release a completely different feeling, liquid bursting out of her pussy causing him to pull out, panting. He slid back in and she mumbled his name, lost to the feeling. 

"Shit" he cursed gruffly, his sweaty body heavy on top of hers as he slid back in. 

He pumped in and out of her three more times, throwing his head forward into the crook of her neck. He sucked on her sensitive skin as he thrust, leaving marks, marks that would prove to the court that she was wholly his and his alone. She shivered, her breath hitching as she felt him filling her gushing pussy with his seed.

"Mmmm" she groaned, gripping tightly onto his strong shoulders, leaving marks as she dug into his pale skin. 

He pulled back, looking her in the eye, "Look at you taking me so well, such a perfect little cum slut"

She nodded obediently, squeezing herself around him until he'd poured every last drop of his milky white substance into her. 

"That's a good girl" he grunted before pulling out of her, watching with pride as she tightened, keeping all of his cum inside her. 

Daemon bent forward then, kissing up from her jaw until he met her lips with his own. 

"Mm," she sighed into the kiss, sliding her arms around his strong torso. 

"Thank you my darling" he then said, leaning back, and offering her a small smile. 

"Of course" she chuckled, smiling back up at him, running her fingers through his white hair, "What else would we do on our wedding night".

#daemon x reader #daemon targaryen #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon #daemon smut #daemon targaryen smut #daemon targaryen x reader

[throwaway-yandere]

Therapy (Yandere Idol!Ayato/Reader)

A/n: The CEO finally let me write “a/n” instead of “mother of Klee, Alice’s note” from now on now that the shareholder is missing! Anywaaaayysss… You look well-rested, Producer fox! What’s your secret? Won’t you tell mother Alice?

CW: hypnosis, panic attacks

Yandere 1k Idol Event

“(Y/n)... (Y/n), (Y/n), (Y/n).”

Kamisato Ayato chanted your name, voice dipping into a borderline death threat.

“My dear producer, isn’t this far enough? I am not playing games anymore. Why don’t you reveal yourself before I make you?”

You made no sound inside the closet you’ve claustrophobically folded your knees and arms to fit into. Both hands covered your mouth while your heart beat erratically– but the sensation surely had less friction compared to Ayato’s fingers. 

He chuckled darkly. “Not up to it? Oh, but what if I started counting to three?”

You bit your lip, holding back tears.

A moment ago, you saw him rip his pillows in half after realizing you were no longer sleeping in his bed. Cotton materials were littered above his azure sheets and some were swept by the wind, dangerously close to the closet you were hiding in. His elegant demeanor crumbled and you jolted at the sharp sound of torn cloth. Ayato repeatedly clawed through the bed, his breathing guttural and erratic as he fruitlessly threw the rest of the pillows away. Your name no longer sounded right to you. It doesn’t sound like it was yours with the way he mumbles it like a curse or a lost possession. 

Although his face couldn't be seen from this perspective, you can still picture his lips being uncannily spread from ear to ear. Your muscles tensed even more at the sound of his feral yet strained laughter. You don’t know where you are but based on how isolated the area was, you’re clued on a bit as to approximately where he’s keeping you hidden. 

This is not his estate. This is not any of Teyvat Production’s buildings. The answer is closer to these keywords: Grand Narukami Land Reform Program. 

You felt your heart pounding in your chest as his footsteps echoed louder– closer. Nausea started creeping in.

Be quiet… be quiet like a fox, (Y/n)…!

“Come now, Producer (L/n). Do you no longer trust me? I'll start counting. One… Two…”

—---

“It’s three o clock, sir– where have you been?”

Dressed in fine yet slovenly material, Kamisato Ayato enters the room. Looking from afar tells you what you need to know about him. Yes, he’s a byproduct of an aristocratic family who pursued an artistically sensitive path of politics, but by his smile alone, anyone can tell he's a notable outlier. 

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he stared at you. As always, his lean body stands firm, not unlike a Hinoki tree on a misty morning. This is precisely the reason why your eyes targeted his wet clothing and not his well-versed smile.

Unimpressed by his absence while you were out working for the entire day, you asked as politely as you could. You've been bombarded with tasks as of late, disastrously to the point that you even started managing the Inazuman food supplies in the cafeteria.

"Sir Kamisato, may I inquire as to why you look positively haggard?" 

The idol grins wryly at your voice before squeezing some locks of his hair near his scalp. His pursed lip belied both child-like innocence and weariness of a man without youthful aspirations. Some sweat also seeped between his fingers, which only served to amplify your distress.

Ayato averted his gaze, intent on answering you without giving too much of himself away.

"It was a difficult singing session and the space lacked ventilation."

"It's snowing." You deadpanned.

Ayato shrugged "It's a… mixture of both sweat and snow, I suppose."

You snatched the script off his hands. 

Needless to say, he was definitely not practicing a song.

"Didn't Thoma or Childe agree to accompany you?"

Before making the switch to idol work, Childe was once known as Tartaglia in the theater industry. You suspect he's the reason behind Ayato's current fixation on acting. It's not a secret that Sir Kamisato had been eyeing the barren sixth and tenth spots of the Commedia Del Arte troupe for quite a while now…

"Thoma attended a talk show with Aether and Zhongli whereas Childe was preoccupied with his training."

Archery training most likely for that man’s next athletic competition, but you're not Producer Sage so you don't particularly care. Your eyebrows furrowed. 

"Do you want to stay in ADDICKTZ longer than necessary?"

For a moment, his expression stiffened before it relaxed back into his usual languid smile.

If a well-dressed atheist quietly sits through a mass, most devotees cannot tell whether they're worshipping or attending. The same reasoning can be used to explain Kamisato Ayato's reputation. The juxtaposition of the perfect princely archetype paired with a stressed-out overachiever– that was your opinion on him the first few weeks you worked in Teyvat Productions. And you were right.  

Sir Kamisato had always been open to you about his detachment from the idol group. In his eyes, every ADDICKTZ-related activity is a mere play pretend worthy enough for him to generate fabricated happiness to fuel his agendas. His idol works are not so different from the nihonga pieces the Kamisato Clan collected throughout the generations– a beautiful artwork, but not something he's deeply involved in. His career thrived off countless facework and dramaturgical approaches in fan interactions, false but not cheap. He is what the creative director and his assistant made him out to be, and he doesn't seem content or completely dissatisfied with this arrangement.

It’s obvious that he’s not here to satisfy Ayaka’s obsession with the idol industry– he’s your boss simply because there’s a political gain you aren’t privy to know the details to. 

You'd wager a guess that this career shift likely had something to do with the Kamisato clan's land reform scandals… but you're not here for politics. Lady Yae always watches your every move to make sure you know little regarding the “real” paperwork Sir Kamisato does. 

However, you can’t help but feel as if you were involved with one of these scandals before… you just can’t remember what incident it was.

"My apologies, Producer (L/n). I will not do it again."

"As you should." You pouted. "You caused me a great deal of worry."

Ayato opened his mouth before quickly shutting it. For a supposed political heir, words had failed him. His posture resembled that of an abandoned puppy as he slouched and sighed.

You laughed softly.

Open mind, open arms– you let him hug you gently as Ayato mumbled something about his workload. You’re so used to this that you didn’t mind how uncomfortably damp his back was. This is a normal occurrence between you two. After nearly half a year, Ayato opened up about missing his sister's hug after a long day and you offered to be a substitute. You ran your fingers through his sweaty hair, feeling him breathing softly near the shell of your ear. 

“Producer (L/n)…”

“Yes?”

“I must memorize the script before sundown…”

You shook your head. How surprisingly predictable of him to bring that up.

“I won’t let you pick it up until you have a thirty-minute rest.”

“Why don’t we make this a game then?” He pulled back, a sly smile gloating just a bit to let you know he doubts you’d win. “This will be our second acting game– see which one of us can perform the script best. Win, and I’ll be the one finishing this week’s paperwork.”

As an older brother, Sir Kamisato has a habit of inventing games. The "reading game," "cursive-writing game," and "hotpot game" were all unmistakably created to discipline and make his younger sister Ayaka behave. However, she is now a young adult, and you are unquestionably much older than she is. You're not clear as to why he believed this "acting game" tactic would work.

But the “second” acting game? You’ve never read a script aloud with him before, though.

Oh, well. Picking up a script is worth trading the paperwork you were meant to be doing. 

“If it lessens my workload, I don’t see why not…”

Working for the idol industry can be very demanding, after all. If you win, you'll probably squander your spare time to snack on sweets... and work on a few chores– okay, so you're not the best at being still. You’ll probably multitask working on Ayato’s theater work either way. That, or you'd plan a new deck for your next 25-minute TCG game with him. 

He grabbed the script from behind you as his smile got bigger. Ayato handed the pages back after swiftly leafing through them and pointing at the highlighted passages.

“Scene IV – Act IV,” he said, his excitement subtly infecting his tone. “This is where my character helps Emperor Edel relax.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. “I was under the impression that Hubert was Kaeya’s role.”

“Ah, I’ve forgotten to inform you but I’ve replaced Alberich since the eye incident.”

You know little about this “We Will Be Reunited” play 4/8 of ADDICKTZ are involved in but based on word-of-mouth, it appeared to be about an emperor and a retainer who had to betray former classmates to win a continental war. Seems like he wanted you to read the emperor’s lines.

He dimmed the lights to set the scene. Thankfully, only the two of you occupied his TeyPro's room. There's no one else lingering in the east wing, including Dr. Albedo's room next door.

“I see…” You muttered. “So, I shall be the first to start, correct?”

Sir Kamisato nodded. “Yes, you can begin with the ‘you think this can help me?’ line.”

You cleared your throat and repeated the phrase with much fervor.

“– I mean, I trust you Hubert, but I’d rather not face another disappointment in life again.”

Just like that, Kamisato Ayato’s demeanor shifted.

“My emperor (Y/n), I know that trusting another person isn’t easy, especially for someone like you with high status,” he spoke, voice laced with compassionate conviction. “But you have placed your trust in me, and of course, I will not let you down.”

As you listened to his delivery, you struggled to contain your grin of pride. For someone who looked ready to sleep on the floor when he entered the room, his voice carried the emotional weight worthy of becoming a professional theater actor. Hence, you decided not to comment on how he used your name instead of “Emperor Edel” for the sake of momentum. He knows what he's doing. This is the first time he called you by your first name– he's trying to fluster you.

“Hubert…” You muttered melodramatically, not knowing how the character should act or sound. “Fine, do what you must.”

“Thank you, my dear.”

You took another glance at the script and noticed that there weren't as many lines left for your character, which annoyed you. It seemed that Sir Kamisato deliberately set you up to fail. How can you win when he hasn't even gotten through one-third of his lines and you have already finished yours?

“Edel, I need you to look at me,” he spoke softly. “I need you to listen to the sound of my voice and follow my lead, understood?"

Since you weren't sure what to say in the first place, you didn't improvise any lines. You continued to sit next to him. He raised his hand near your face while he reads his lines. Your eyes naturally focus on his index and middle fingers as he points them up in the air. You don't understand the reasoning behind it, but there would be consequences if you check the script to see if that's written down. He would make up some nonsensical justification to deduct your points for this "acting game.” It's obvious. He’s not the only person in the world who can plot things like these.

“Are you still listening?” He muttered in a crisp yet low voice. 

Your eyes squinted a little in an unsuccessful attempt to focus on his hazy image. You were naturally more inclined to focus on the two fingers between your faces, struggling to keep yourself awake.

… Struggling to keep yourself awake?

He moved his fingers slowly to the left.

“My liege, the pressure you’re carrying is an unimaginably heavy burden…” He slowly shifted his fingers to the right. His voice was barely above a whisper, and you were this siren’s only listener. 

There’s a rhythm in his delivery. The charisma that his singing voice would convey remained present in his speaking voice, “even the smallest of tasks have been assigned to you– each minor inconvenience stacking up stress you do not need to carry alone. But you must continue to trust me. Focus on no one else but me and my voice alone. Only I can help you relax.”

… Were you so tired from work that this acting is actually working on you?

His fingers moved to the left again. For unexplainable reasons, your breathing wasn’t as shallow as it was earlier. You’ve made a mental note of how deeper it was compared to when Ayato first entered the room. Still, it’s too much of a draining challenge to focus on his face that you allow yourself to become absorbed in watching his slender fingers instead. You can no longer see his blue hair or face clearly.

Unbeknownst to you, your mouth was slightly agape– 

and Ayato had been clenching his other hand tight in an attempt to resist the urge to capture your lips.

He dryly cleared his throat in a nearly inaudible sound.

Ayato needs to take this slowly.

He won't repeat the same mistake twice.

“T-This… ‘method’ may not be as comfortable as I would’ve hoped, perhaps a tad bit extreme, but I assure you that it is effective (Y/– Edel.” He bit the inside of his cheek. “Please, follow my lead…”

Of course.

“Left… Right… Left… Right…”

Your eyes moved as commanded.

“Left… Right… Left… Right…”

He chanted those words thrice and more.

… Why do you feel like you’ve done this several times before?

Sir Kamisato kept talking and talking…

His features blurred and the outline of his lips and nose disappeared, but his lilac eyes were clear. Eerily clear. As if it was the only feature of his visage left. You held back a yawn. You're sloppily reminded that the room remained dark, lulling you without questioning his face’s uncanny emptiness. 

Nearly faceless. 

You blinked laconically. 

What’s going…?

“Sir Kamisato I…” You yawned, unable to keep it in for much longer. “I-I think I might have to take a break…”

Kamisato Ayato smiled, but you couldn’t see that.

“An important dimens… to the concept of hyp…. thera… is how the therap… and their …ient perceive their environment. One impor… set of beliefs the patient must hold is their concepti… of trust they have for their therapi… and the safet… that co… along… with it.”

You could no longer follow his string of words.

Was that… from the script? Or is he talking to you?…

He continued, his grin growing wider.

“It warms my heart to know that you trust me, my b…ved. Trust me enough to beli… I would receive the… lead role– trust me enough to mindlessly believe that there’s a scene in …. that requires hypnosis therapy.”

“Take a break. You deserve the rest more than I do.”

That was the only full sentence you understood.

“Promise…” You yawned again, fluttering your eyes shut. “Promise you’ll wake me up?”

He laughed.

—------

Kamisato Ayato opened the door to the closet and your heart finally sank. You gasped as a pair of empty lilac eyes towered and stared down at you. He bent down and roughly grabbed you by the arm like one of his sister's stuffed animals, leaving you with nowhere to run. Your perception of an upstanding nobleman was shattered and stepped on as his twitching hands yanked you by the collar. 

His fingertips were red. His fingertips were warm– and it was all because of the mess he made with the torn-up pillows earlier.

He found you. 

The first game concluded, and much like the second game with “Edel” and “Hubert” in the present, Kamisato Ayato won this round.

“There you are. Why, I never would’ve guessed that you’re a sleepwalker–... (L/n)...? (L/n)? Why are you…”

Kamisato Ayato, a broken boy, hugged you. You can’t hear him– you can’t breathe enough– you can’t feel his warmth– all you feel is a restricting pain in your chest that screams this was the end of the line. You could no longer function.

He can't have that. He doesn't want to see you like this.

He loves you. Don't you understand that?

Then why were you shaking?

“No. No, no– b-breathe, breathe… W-Why do you look so terrified? P-Please… “ His hands trembled as he held you. No longer from anger, but from fear.

He doesn't want to break you.

“Please don’t be scared of me, (Y/n),” he whimpered desperately.

"T-Thoma! I need help, right now!" Ayato bit his lip, as he rubbed circles on your shoulders. He doesn't know what to do, but there's only one objective left in his mind–

Kamisato Ayato needed to find a way to put you back together.

---------

He nodded, playing with your hair.

It's been months since that incident now. Thanks to Lady Yae's help, you would've likely forgotten all about it. You're back, almost brand new, and your health had became his priority.

Kamisato Ayato, idol and heir of the Kamisato Clan, will not repeat the same mistake twice.

“Promise, I won't forget to wake you up, (Y/n). After all, it seems I'm close to mastering my skills on 'EM██ th██apy'.” 

Ayato cooed and kissed your forehead, but you were already deep in sleep to know that.

“I promise I will no longer break you, unlike last time, my beloved.”

Ansytea: thank you, 🦊 anon for joining the match-ups~ and hehe happy holidays to you as well!!!

#ansy-writes #yandere ayato #yandere ayato x reader #yandere kamisato ayato x reader #yandere kamisato ayato #yandere male #yandere genshin #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #x reader #yandere oneshot #yandere fanfiction #tw: yandere #tw: panic attack #yandere genshin x reader #tag: yan!1k idol event #🦊 anon

[deepmochi]

Drawing Boundaries: A Briefly Guide for the Venus Signs in Love

Love is a feeling that keep us blind and unwilling to acknowledge pain. Usually, we talk about Venus as the planet of love, but Venus is part of our self-esteem too, our values and how much you love. This post would try to help to see when you should draw boundaries. Sometimes, we let ourselves down at times, especially when we love others in romantic or platonic relationships.

If you feel doubts about someone in a platonical or romantic relationship, this may help to clarify your feelings. I hope so.

In this post, I will focus only on the Venus sign, but it applies to the sun if you have sun-venus aspects. If you are Venus dominant, you can also read this with that in mind.

Venus in the signs

Aries: You would do everything for them right? Jumping from a cliff or more, but what are their actions saying?! You know they are not present. Before jumping from that plane, ask them if they will do it for you. Are you 100% that they will give all for you? If you can't say yes, go and see why. The chase can't continue forever, you can find passion in other ways.

Taurus: Oh you love the essence of love?! The idea of "I love you"in someone's body. However, when that time is gone, where are they? The intimacy is more than s3x. Ask them and yourself, do you see them in your future? Will they be in your "bad or sick days"? Is this stable or just momentarily? Because as a Venusian, you crave love and intimacy in a pure way (not only sensual), Don't lie to yourself.

Gemini: People don't communicate with you? they let you do all the work? You can't read minds, but you wish, though. Let them know, you love to communicate with them. If they ignore you, just let them go. You need someone who shares your beliefs, or at least someone who can debate with you (mental stimulation doesn't equals toxicity) you build connections through sharing experiences by talking.

Cancer: A homebody who loves to pretend as a extrovert. Have you invited them to your home? Have they ignore your vulnerability? Let your sensitive side come and see them. If they hug you instead of judge you, it's there. If you still have questions, answer this: do you feel safe and nurture with them in all situations?

Leo: Well, you know what you want right Mr./Ms confident. So, be clear and don't let them worry you. If they show you how much they love you, it's there. Don't try to catch someone attention. Are they in or not. Remember, the stage is yours if they try to dim your light, it's over. A Queen needs a King, not a peasant.

Virgo: You can't fix everything and everyone; people will change only if they want to. Stop, trying to justify their lack of empathy or respect towards your needs. They don't want to be better. You need lower expectations not lower standards. They will change if they what to, have they put the work? Read that again.

Libra: You love love! If that makes sense, maybe not. Contrary to Virgo, you are fan of love, but you need to add boundaries. How? Simple, make your mind, if you are overthinking, well just remember words and actions go together. Also, you need to put your actions in balance, are you and them giving and receiving the same? He/she looks good, but are you equals or just accessories?

Scorpio: Your cue is quite difficult to say, but don't play in the shadows. Sex and transformation are your themes, yet love is not for dark places, I mean, don't hide your fears. If you are constantly running away, well it's time to ask yourself, Can I share my skeletons, will this person? Will they accept me and my dark materials?

Sagittarius: Love is commitment, but you can chose how to handle that. If you can't commitment to someone, they are not the one. Also, love is a playground for you,but this doesn't mean emotional manipulation. Don't hurt yourself or others if you don't feel happy, just admit your lose.

Capricorn: ooh boundaries, you know them well enough. However, money, social standards or materials don't equal love. If you can show or understand what love is, the feeling though, not the concept; you need to draw boundaries with your actions and other's ethics. Burnout in relationships is a thing.

Aquarius: you don't like boundaries or categories. Nonetheless, you should know what you want and how you want it. On and off situationships will never be good. Settle your intentions with your partner without social labels, yet with emotional intelligence and respect. Can you do that?

Pisces: Ooh Pisces, you are so Romantic that hurts you. Is like you are going too fast, it's time to stop and draw boundaries. It seems like you are driving without lights in the dark. The drunk in love idea is literally about you.Love needs to feel safe, do you feel safe with them? or are you ignoring the multiple red lights? It's time to leave cloud 9 and comeback to the earth.

Only take what resonates. Take care, loves 💚☺

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#astrology #astrologynotes #venus #venus signs #aries #Taurus #Gemini #cancer #leo #virgo #libra #scorpio #sagittarius #capricorn #aquarius #pisces #love #venusians #venus post #astrology x love #zodiac #astrology community #astronotes #deepmochi

[the-final-sylleblahsome]

some of my dgs faves reading the self-help workbook i'm currently working with ("The Highly Sensitive Person" by Dr Elaine N. Aron)

kazuma: pitches the book into the Thames when asked to do the reframing exercise at the end of chapter 1

barok: cries effusively and cathartically. places many markers for important passages. makes cramped annotations in the margins. he's considering writing a thank-you letter to the author that he may or may not send

herlock: reads the preface, says he could write a better book, forgets about it, and loses it in his sitting room for years

ryunosuke: reads it slowly. makes kazuma mad by asking questions about its subject material. makes barok weep by even mentioning the title. is approached by herlock demanding to know why ryuu has not asked his opinion (he gets mad when ryuu points out he never read past the preface and therefore doesn't have a valid opinion)

gina: reads it on work breaks and talks with barok about the subject matter obliquely. gives olive green a copy on the downlow

hosonaga: sleeps with it under his pillow

enoch: bursts into flames walking near it

harebrayne: tries to read it but gets too overwhelmed by Being Seen. gets a summary from barok

stronghart: "Yes, I Am A Highly Sensitive Person. I Am The Most Sensitive."

klint: probably bought the copy that barok is reading but never read it himself

#tgaa spoilers #dgs spoilers #asougi kazuma #kazuma asogi #barok van zieks #herlock sholmes #naruhodou ryuunosuke #ryunosuke naruhodo #gina lestrade #hosonaga satoru #satoru hosonaga #enoch drebber #albert harebrayne #benjamin dobinbough #mael stronghart #hart vortex #klint van zieks #klimt van zieks #olive green #viridian

[vivalarevolution]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓦𝓸𝓵𝓯 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓸𝓷

Robb Stark x Targaryen Reader

Request: „Hi! Hope you're having a great day, if you don't mind, please could you write a robb stark x reader?‟

„can you do just a fluffy oneshot with robb where reader thought he was dead (they were betrothed and in love so reader was like still in mourning even tho it's been months since he died) and turns out he survived the Red Wedding along with Grey Wind and they just have this super fluffy and teary reunion and later that day reader just wanted to cuddle robb and never let go hope that makes sense!‟

A/N: This is my first attempt at writing for Robb Stark. I put two requests together in this story from anons I hope you as well as them gonna like it. 

English is not my native language so I am sorry for any mistakes.

*Thoughts, memories, and other languages are written in bold italics.

He was standing in front of her. Safe and sound, and above all... alive.

She looked at him with a shadow of tears in her violet eyes. Her hands, cold and trembling, held his neck like a lifeline, helping her not to drown in the ocean of bitterness and despair. The man held her near him, wanting to have her as close as possible, never wanting to let go, his hands gripping the material of the white-haired woman coat. In a silent act, conveying the care he wanted to soothe the heart of the dragon princess.

But nothing was able to help her.

-I beg you- she whispered on the verge of hysteria -I beg you, Robb, don't agree to Lord Frey's proposal. I can not loose you.

-You will not loose me. I am yours and you are mine, now, until the end of our days -he replied kissing her forehead lovingly.

-I don't want the end of your days to end tomorrow night, I won't let it happen - the woman said firmly- The people of Westeros are manipulative, wherever they go, they look for a chance. To use, to take and...

-I am the king of the north, but I am also a man of honor - Stark tried to explain to her, running his large hands over her soft skin.

-My father was a king - the young Targaryen drawled through her teeth - He saw people as traitors, unconsciously creating them himself. He paid for it with life, not only his but also his children. Don't make the same mistake.

-I will attend this wedding - said the brunette, sticking to his sentence - You should go there with me, as the future queen of the north - he added, more quietly, even though the two lovers were alone anyway.

-In the morning, me and Jaelarys return to Essos - she announced to Robb's surprise. -Dany want to discuss further expanding our alliances in here. I can't keep her waiting.

-So you're leaving me?- the northman asked, trying to hide the pain in his voice.

-I haven't seen my sister in over six months -Y/n said, offended -I want to see if she's safe, I have to. She may need me.

-I need you - replied her lover.

-Now you're the king of the north - the violet-eyed whispered, kissing the corner of his mouth -Maybe when I come back, you'll be the king of all seven kingdoms -she added, connecting their foreheads.

She said this words trying to hide her anger, preferring to leave rather than listen, not knowing at the time that that conversation was their last.

Or so she thought.

-Gaomagon ao gīmigon bisa vala,mandia? (Do you know this man, sister?) Daenerys asked, waking the princess from her thoughts.

-Kessa (Yes) - she managed to say - Īles se Dārys hen Jelmor (He was the king of the north) - she added more quietly.

-Oh- only came out of Taragryen's mouth- I thought Robb Stark...died -she admitted surprised, trying to choose her words carefully in front of her already emotionally sensitive sister.

Y/n thought so too. Her grief and sadness knew no bounds since they had been awakened by the news of the death of Young Wolf, her beloved Robb.

-I'd like to talk to the king in private - the silver-haired woman confessed after a while, feeling her last particles of stability starts slipping between her fingers.

-Of course- queen of Dragonstone replied, sounding soothing and warm, wanting to reassure her sister from a distance.

The violet-eyed princess left the throne room without hesitation and, to the surprise of the oldest of the Starks, did not even looked at him. Her footsteps were quick and hard, each one bouncing off the stone walls of the castle.

She didn't have to turn around. She knew the man was following her, even if he didn't know where she was leading him.

When she was sure that no one would interrupt their conversation, only then did her footsteps stop.

As she turned around, Robb was able to take a close look at the changes that had taken place during their separation. Once full of joy and feisty face changed to a colder, almost indifferent expression. The eyes were more faded, deep down drowning in the sadness that Y/n had experienced.

Looking at her ,broke his heart and filled him with anger at the same time. It was because of him that the young woman found herself in this position, because he didn't listen, because he didn't came earlier but four years later, when instead of the stubborn girl for whom he was so crazy, he found her shadow.

Stark's first instinct was to embrace her fragile form, so he did exactly that. Taking her body to himself, he covered it with thick, black fur and wrapped his arms around it.

Y/n felt as if for the first time in a very long time she could breathe fully, as if her lungs were finally filled with the air necessary to survive. Her hands disappeared into the brunette's coat, holding on tightly, not wanting to let go.

-I should have listened - the northman said after a while -I should have been wiser...

-Robb, don't - the young Targaryen interrupted him, placing one of her hands on his chest, then lifting her head and staring into his blue irises -We can't change the past. What happened… I really thought I lost you - she confessed, the first tears in her eyes.

-They killed everyone...my mother begged them to spare me but in response they slit her throat and stuck a dagger in me- he replied bitterly, clenching his hands on Daenerys sister's waist -I thought it was my end. But Greywind found my body, dragged me to some hut. The old lady must have been terrified when she saw me, but she helped me anyway.

-It wouldn't be wise to ignore the king of the north and his direwolf -Y/n stated, and Stark smiled at the hint of sarcasm in her mouth that he loved so much -She saved you and I'm glad she did, especially when...- halfway through, she frowned ,putting on a serious face, it was obvious that she wanted to confess something.

-Princess - one of the maidservants suddenly interjected -Rhaella woke up from her nap, she's fussy. I believe she's calling for her mother.

Y/n left her former lover's arms at the words about her child. Smiling gently at the Dothraki woman, she nodded her head in understanding.

Watching as she leaves in the only direction she knew, the violet-eyed woman looked at the man out of the corner of her eye.

-Robb, I know a lot has been dumped on your shoulders, but I think you should meet someone - she announced quietly -It's important.

Northman at first thought he had misheard. 

That it wasn't about Y/n. Then the thought of a new dragon crept into his mind, but when he stood in the doorway of the chambers, he knew exactly who Rhaella was.

The young Targaryen with natural delicacy lifted the toddler up, cradling her in her arms, thus soothing her. The girl was a copy of her mother, inheriting every trait of the dragon bloodline.

Walking slowly towards the brunet, she involuntarily clenched her hands on the child harder, not knowing how he would react.

-Is she mine?- whispered the blue-eyed man, gliding his hand over the girl's ruddy cheek.

-Yes - the princess replied simply.

Y/n woke up in the middle of the night. Half of her bed was empty, causing her to awakening instantly. Where was Robb? Was it another nightmare, or was she slowly starting to lose her mind?

Her eyes quickly scanned the room. They finally found a man who held her heart in an iron grip.

Targaryen rose carefully from the bed, approaching him quietly. The king from the north greeted her, wrapping his arm around her body so she could shamelessly take his warmth for herself.

-Why aren't you sleeping?- she asked softly, kissing his jaw.

-I couldn't sleep - he replied, staring at the sea outside the window.

-Are you sure it's just sleep problems?- the princess asked, seeing the change in Stark after seeing his daughter.

-I...- he began, but couldn't finish, grabbing the stone balustrade, squeezing his hand around it -I can't stop thinking what would have happened if you hadn't flown away that morning and stayed with me. If you had participated in this carnage - he whispered, looking at Rhaella sleeping, unaware of anything.

-You didn't know, nobody knew that I was with child - the young woman admitted - The news of your death resulted in too much stress, my body couldn't stand it. Then I found out I was pregnant. You couldn't have known Robb - she assured, stroking his back.

-How can you be so calm, so forgiving? - he asked confused, looking at her like a lost child rather than a king.

-Because I can't stay stuck in the past any longer. I can't think what if. This world won't let me, I have to push forward not only for myself, but for people who need me Robb, you should do the same - Y/n stated, after a moment she kissed his lips lovingly.

-I love you my queen - he murmured, cupping her face in his hands.

-And I love you my king - replied Daenerys' sister, closing her eyes -Now and forever.

-Now and forever - Stark repeated, connecting their foreheads.

The impending war was at their feet, but tonight, at this moment, only their feelings and sensations mattered. Their touches of hands and brushes of lips. Their song of ice and fire. The Wolf and the Dragon.

#robb stark x reader #robb stark #got #game of thrones #asoiaf #house targaryen #house stark #fanfiction #targrayen reader #game of thrones x reader #daenerys targaryen #robb stark x targaryen reader #female reader #game of thrones fanfiction #robb star x oc #robb stark au #game of thrones imagine

[emotionaldepravity]

Your yandere Obito had my heart thumping and my face completely red from embarrassment. (I may or may not have been smiling the whole time reading it, huehuehue.) May I please request more yandere Obito[from Naruto.] once again? Anything, even a sliver of Obito to get me through my day? NSFW, or not, either is completely fine. Thank you, so, so much, you wonderful skeleton covered in flesh. :3

YES I CAN HELP! I'm actually going to be a bit wacky... this builds off the stuff from last time mostly the "feeding his delusion" route for the nsfw stuff. Link here to part 1/context! I'm so excited that I get to write more for this!

-Maybe he was just being stubborn, but Obito was denying how he really felt. So many thoughts ran through his head as he did his best to play his role as Madara.

-Yet no matter how much Zetsu urged him, he just kept going back to your apartment. He had lost count how many "keepsakes" he had "borrowed" from your home. If he wasn't careful, he might end up taking everything. You might move to a less convenient location or not sleep so soundly and sweetly when he made his nightly visit. It was growing more difficult to keep himself from you.

-Why should he? No, why should he deny you of him? There was plenty of time before the Eye of the Moon plan was finalized. The board was running slow, but as long as the pieces kept moving in order, he could spend a little time with you. Not realizing he had to capture the tailed beasts in order showed him how impatient he really was.

-His conflicted heart made his path blurry. It was extremely risky to see you, and the moment he was set on the Uchiha clan's downfall, he knew that he was going to have to make his choice. To take you with him the night before he was set to meet with Itachi or cut himself off from you completely.

-That would have either been the last night you noticed you "lost" random things or the night he revealed himself to you. He never regrets the choice he makes even if it leads to unhappiness. He might long to see your face as he rereads your diary, but he knows you only have to suffer his death not suffer the man he is now. On the other hand, he might see how miserable you are at his side, but he strongly believes you'd be even worse off without knowing that he is alive.

-Living as a member of the Akatsuki, willingly or not, forces you to lie at every turn. You have to feign knowing that Tobi is anything but a silly rookie. Unfortunately, he doesn't let you ignore him either. He pairs you up with himself and has you run missions with him.

-If you enjoy playing with him as Tobi, he gets even deeper into his role for you when alone. Though, he knows its a mockery of him as a child in some ways, he'd happily be that idiot for you as long as you keep smiling for him.

-Just the sight of you keeps him from being lost as the ten tails tries to rip his mind apart. He has a goal he must fulfill for you, sorry I mean you, sorry I mean you, sorry I mean Rin. The lies swim in his head, but he knows he just wants you to be with a version of him that isn't so horrible.

NSFW Warning/ Dub-con Warning

-If he wasn't so deep in denial, he'd actually realize that all his dirty fantasies involved you. He can't think of Rin in such a way so his body desires you, craves you. It might be under layers and layers of "this is what you want to do with him."

-The first time Obito masturbated with your panties wrapped around his cock, he rubbed it raw. He didn't really know what he was doing, but the thought that under different circumstances you could catch him like this, drove him wild. He gets caught up in the loop of using something so intimate to you for his own pleasure that he wouldn't realize that he is ruining the material or hurting himself. The pain makes his cock twitch just as much as the soft material around his sensitive skin does. It makes him drool a bit at the thought of you masturbating to him like this.

-If you end up on the path where you are on his side and feeding into his delusion that its actually you who is obsessed with him, he will eventually succumb to his lust. Without pretense and once you were alone with him in the Kamui dimension, he'd toss his mask away and kiss you without restraint. He'd bring you close to him letting you feel just how hard he is knowing what he planned to do.

"I know I'm spoiling you for the other me, but I don't think you'll mind that much. You've wanted me for so long after all. Let me reward you for your loyalty."

-If he strips you down and you are wet at all, he is going to feel so validated in his actions and so very attractive. Even this version of him that he considered worthless is enough for you to want him. To him that's equally beautiful and tragic.

-This would have been his first time with anyone so he is extremely inexperienced. He'd probably come the instant he was inside you, but he would be very much ready to keep going.

-You being a virgin as well would drive him insane.

"You saved yourself for me? Oh [Y/N], I shouldn't have made you wait so long!"

-He is very vocal switching between growls and whines as he ruts into you. His position preference would be for you be looking up at him. Nothing else really matters to him as long as his dick is inside you. In a different situation he'd have you on all fours and unable to see his scarred face, but you love him right? It would be too cruel for him not to see you looking into his eye with an expression of pure pleasure and too cruel for you not to get to enjoy "the man you love" as he is intimate with you.

-By virtue of being a virgin or a miracle, if you somehow come around his cock, he will take it as permission to take you like this again. Its addicting for him to make you shudder and call his name out like that. Who would have thought being your savior would feel so good for him?

-Depending on how bad his performance was for you, he would be willing to learn how to please you better. Over time he will improve as he explores your body more, but he would only ask how to do better on the chance you complain. He might be a bit embarrassed, but what can he say, he knows he isn't the version you'll be with for the rest of eternity.

-He'd be overly regretful over his actions if he ever saw you cry after sex. It almost hurts him as much as it hurts you. He is just doing what he thinks you want. He is trying to make it easier for you to be around him and easier for him to keep himself in his delusion.

-While he starts off very vanilla, he finds out he has a praise kink and a roleplay kink. He likes to hear you tell him his handsome. Though he'd probably refute the

He wants to hear you say the things that he believes you are thinking. Craving that validation of his delusion, he might have you recite certain entries from your diary while he eats you out. Yes, he figured out where your clit is. It just took him a second.

-Whether its Hokage-personal anbu guard roleplay or him fulling putting himself in the Tobi or Madara roles, he really enjoys imagining that the man he is now isn't the one fucking you senseless in the Kamui dimension. It helps him feel a little less guilty for enjoying himself in a way that's not possible in the Infinite Tsukiyomi. If he is willing to be a little less selfish he might even ask you what sort of scenario you'd enjoy.

-Cumming on your face is where he likes to finish the most. It feels so wrong to see you, a proud shinobi, covered in his fluids, and oh so arousing. He often burns the image into his brain by turning on his sharingan. If he is feeling particularly cruel, he might work on learning genjutsu just so he can make you see yourself.

#obito x reader #yandere #obito uchiha x reader #yandere headcanons #suggestive #waaaa I LOVE OBITO AHHHHHHHH #im so normal about him #can't yall see it? *smiles thought clenched teeth*

[third-generation-female-warrior]

A Musing of Omega's Potential Future

Bad Batch S3 spoilers below the cut!

Okay, okay, okay

So, there's a lot of speculation on the future of Omega, what an older Omega would be. A future clone mercenary, a rebellion pilot, etc.

With the revelation of S3 Ep 3, there is a new course.

What we know is that Omega's blood has the ability to successfully transfer a subject's m-count without degeneration of the material.

Does this mean Omega herself has a high m-count? Does this mean that she is force sensitive?

Well, to be honest, we don't know YET.

We just know her blood has the ability to somehow aid in a successful m-count transfer, that's IT, right? (Please correct me if I'm wrong).

But let's get to my point.

IF Omega is potentially force sensitive, I've seen it said that it's not likely that she's gonna end this season lightsabers a-swingin' (though that would be fucking dope).

I think that's an accurate analysis because the only way I can see Omega wielding a lightsaber at the end of this season is if Ventress just steel chairs her way into the custody battle that Hunter and Crosshair are currently in.

So where does that leave us?

With a potentially Force-sensitive Omega, we may expect her to do something with those abilities, and, I think, in true Omega fashion, what she'd do is help others. It is in her nature, it is the CORE of who Omega is, it is literally what her leitmotif is symbolic of.

So, I think and I mull this over, and, what I see for a Force-sensitive Omega, her future in helping people, I do believe she would join the rebellion. But beyond that, I think she would learn about the Force. Because beyond the willingness to help others, the other defining characteristic of our best gal is her curiosity. She would do whatever she could to learn whatever she could about the Force, the teachings of the Jedi (probably through highly illegal means, which is another defining characteristic of our baby girl).

With all this in mind, I don't think it's too outlandish to say that, in the course of time, it's possible that Omega may even become one of the founders of the Hidden Path. Helping Force-sensitives escape and hide from the Empire, for sure, but in the same vein, I think, post Empire, I think Omega would grow into some keeper of Force-knowledge, with all that she has learned. Not a Jedi. Some sort of Acolyte, I think. Helpful, yes, insightful as well.

Overall, as I said, using her gift to truly help the galaxy.

#tbb #the bad batch #tbb omega #bad batch omega #omega bad batch #tbb spoilers #tbb s3 spoilers #character analysis

[rationed-passion]

Interview with a Caged Male

Our guest today describes himself as "locked and owned". He is putting himself through a brainwash on Tumblr to embrace long-term denial, frustration, and - apparently - female supremacy. That last one not a goal we are necessarily seeking (equality would be just fine, thank you). Anyway it was clear we had quite a bit to talk about:

Well hello, now let's start with the age question:

A sensitive subject, but if I was female I'd be well into my menopause.

That should satisfy our lawyers, let's not make you feel any worse:

Thanks ladies. I wanted to say a huge thank you for all coming back! I've been round the track a few times and across the whole spectrum of posts, from the tasteful to the stereotypical, your content is genuinely special, precisely because it does seem that you *are* so kind and tolerant [of my habits].

We're blushing. And you're a bit of an old smoothie - we can tell - but that will not get you off from a frank discussion of those embarrassing habits:

I've always been submissively inclined (much to my own shame given the kind of school I went to and the c-suite roles I have in real life). So I've found in Tumblr a delightful vein of material that rams home how very immaterial my own release is. You tolerating my habits. Well it seems more than I deserve. And I appreciate it.

Let's go a little into your real life. Married? Partnered? Living alone in a bedsit?

My own wife is utterly beautiful, and was delightfully dominant when she wanted to be (thank God she never ran when I meekly confessed an interest in chastity). But she no longer cares for sex of any sort; a combination of a menopausal shift and her dislike of how her body has evolved with time (she can't see, somehow, the beauty of her curves the way I can).

Oh that is such a shame! We hope you are an ally to her, reassuring her of her continuing allure?

I do try to be, yes. But - well maybe you know what it can be like when your self-confidence takes a hit? No amount of reassurance will tell her. It's left us with what younger people would call a "dead bedroom".

Is that a term in use nowadays? Oh how public discourse has declined!

I rather hate the term myself. Because our bedroom is so often filled with laughter, and a huge amount of physical affection in the way of hugs... It's just sexual contact that's gone, so that where years ago our bedtime routine often focused on cunnilingus, my role's now reduced to making nocturnal cups of camomile tea.

Oh deary me. Bedroom's are lovely when filled with laughter, although timing is everything. You don't want giggles from your partner just as you undress:

No I do not! Although, well I'm locked now, and ... well I say this because I hope it adds context when I say how very (indeed, how desperately) I enjoy your posts and the delightful undercurrent of "take pleasure where you can find it" that's threaded through them.

You're definitely an old smoothie. Just a very submissive one too. Keep talking. Hands where we can see them though:

So I just wanted to say how much I appreciate that, and the encouragement towards a more respectful mindset you offer. I might be living it more fully than I'd have chosen, but your steady reinforcement certainly helps, and it's probably more comfort than I deserve given how selfish my urges can make me.

Let us unpack, if we may, those urges. Tell us about them?

I'm in chastity. Locked in a cock-cage hoping all the time my penis stays flaccid enough to avoid the bars biting into my tender prick. For men like me being in chastity is better than sex. I fantasise about going down - giving cunnilingus - to a dominant woman. To a succession of demanding, dominant women. But it will never happen, and that turns me on. I get pathetically aroused at the idea of punishment. Humiliation. I guess I've got the sex life I deserve.

For some reason our stock answer of "oh bless" just won't do. We want to give you a virtual hug, and reassure it will be ok. And that you're doing fine. Because you are, aren't you?

Yes. Thank you miss. Besides, I've almost got used to the (incomparably disappointing) taste of camomile tea. Possibly I could get used to anything.

We're smiling and so are you, so I think everyone is in a good place. Thank you for opening up like this:

Thank you again. If these witterings have any value to anyone, I'm glad. Sorry for going on so much - I'm afraid this got away from me a bit!

You've done really well today, and you're always welcome back.

#fully clothed denial #fully clothed #denied #ask me anything

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Ralph fluff / smut please about him being insecure and you think of him as a hopeless romantic man, which he is, but then you find out that underneath all that poise and grace, there's a need he's eager to fill... 😏

Show Me

Pairing: Ralph x Fem!Reader

Summary: You've always thought of Ralph as a hopeless romantic, and he's worried that's all you'll ever think of him, so he decides to show you that he can be much much more than that...

Warnings: smut, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex.

A/N: So I wasn't exactly sure what you wanted and I might be way off the mark here but I hope this is okay! And if it isn't, whoever requested this, please feel free to DM me and I'll be happy to rewrite it. <3

You couldn't quite contain your excitement as you took in the scene in front of you. Rose petals decorated your bed sheets and candles lined your bedroom. You turned around to see Ralph standing at your door, a small smile on his face as he watched you.

"Ralph, did you do this?"

"Yes my love." He grinned, slowly stepping towards you. "Do you like it?"

"I love it!" You beamed, pulling him down to you so you could press your lips against his. "Thank you."

When you parted, you noticed Ralph suddenly looked uneasy as he fidgeted in front of you. "My love, I fear you may only think of me as more of a gentle lover. But you must know that I can be much more exciting than I let on."

"Oh?" You smiled. "Then why don't you show me Ralph?"

"Alright, maybe I will."

He carefully positioned his hands around your waist as he leaned down to you, connecting his lips with yours. You could tell he was nervous but you weren't going to stop him. You wanted to give him a chance to show you he wasn't just the sweet romantic Ralph you thought he was.

You let him guide you toward the bed, his lips only leaving yours when your legs hit the mattress. And you could see the reserve in his eyes as he laid you down, crawling down your body to push your skirt up around your hips.

"Well go on then." You urged, noting his hesitation as he stared down at your bare legs.

He just gave you a quick nod before ducking down to trail kisses from your ankle to the inside of your thigh, each gentle press of his soft lips sending chills up your spine.

You watched him as he dragged his lips all the way up to your clothed cunt, sending a shiver through your body when he gently nipped at the material. He lifted his head up to look at you, asking for permission.

You gave him a small nod and he leaned back to hook his fingers under your underwear, carefully slipping the material down your legs. You shivered when he positioned his head between your thighs, his hot breath fanning over your bare pussy.

HIs hands slipped under your knees so he could spread you open for him and at the first swipe of his tongue, your body jerked in surprise before relaxing into the bed.

"Oh Ralph." You moaned, unable to keep still as he dragged his tongue through your folds.

You were surprised when he reached up to wrap his hands around your thighs, holding you in place as he sucked on your sensitive flesh.

"Oh my god!" You cried out, your hands desperately fisting the sheets as he teased his tongue over your clit. "Oh...Ralph...wow."

He hummed against your flesh before finally dipping his tongue inside you, his hands clamping down on your thighs harder to keep you in place as he ate you out.

After a few more strokes of his tongue, you felt a pressure building in your stomach. You moaned loudly, throwing your head back into the pillows as your eyes squeezed shut.

"Ralph." You panted, reaching down now to grip his hair. "Don't stop...oh god."

He seemed to take that in his stride as he began to thrust his tongue harder inside you, making you writhe beneath him as you chased your orgasm. You cried out when the fire finally exploded in your belly. And you heard Ralph groan against you when you roughly tugged at his hair, your release spilling out of you and coating his mouth.

When he pulled away from you, he lifted his head and quickly wiped his mouth, crawling in over you to press his lips against yours. You could still taste yourself on his lips as he kissed you and you groaned when you felt his clothed cock nudge against your thigh.

You both looked down then at the bulge that had formed in his trousers and you noticed him shudder at the sight.

"Are you going to do something about that?" You asked him.

He just nodded before reaching down to undo his trousers, shoving them down his legs and freeing his swollen cock. You let out an involuntary moan at the sight.

"Are you ready my love?" He asked, an excited grin playing at his lips as he looked down at you.

"Yes." You breathed out, desperate for him to be inside you.

He braced one hand at the side of your head whilst he wrapped his other hand around his cock, guiding himself toward your entrance.

He brought his hand up to cup your cheek as he pushed into you for the first time. You let out a strangled moan at the sensation of him stretching you and all Ralph could do was smile down at you as he gently thrusted inside you.

He was absolutely loving being able to have some control for once. And the way you screwed your eyes shut as he pushed inside you only spurred him on.

"Does this feel good my love?" He grinned, his fingers gently stroking your cheek as he continued his movements inside you.

You nodded, pleasure coursing through you as he fucked you. "It feels amazing."

You tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper inside you and you both moaned at the feeling of his dick rubbing against your walls.

"Feels...so...so good." You whimpered as he continued his movements, leaning down to press a sloppy kiss to your lips. "Harder...please."

Ralph picked up his movements inside you, pushing into you harder now as you both chased your releases.

"I...I love you." Ralph panted, the sound of your skin smacking together filling the room as he pounded into you.

"I love you too." You cried out, reaching up to wrap your hands around his shoulders, holding onto him as the fire that had been building in your belly finally exploded, your release ripping through you.

You came around his cock and he wasn't far behind you as his dick began to twitch inside you before you felt his warm release coating your walls. He collapsed on top of you then as you both laid there trying to catch your breath.

And when he rolled off of you, turning to face you, he couldn't control the wide grin that spread across his features. He was positively glowing after what he'd just experienced and it was safe to say he definitely wanted to do it more.

"That was incredible, (y/n)." He beamed, his eyes alight with excitement as he looked at you, your chest rising and falling as you breathed heavily beside him.

You turned to him, smiling as you traced your fingers over the side of his face. "Yes, it definitely was."

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#ralph timewasters #ralph timewasters smut #ralph penbury #ralph x reader #ralph penbury x reader #timewasters #joseph quinn timewasters #timewasters joseph quinn #joseph quinn

[elenajohansenreads]

i had new thoughts about the validity of DNF book reviews and i want to share them

Something a friend said reminded me of A Book Review Incident I was involved in a while back, wherein a DNF review I wrote made some people angry both for a) not finishing the work, and b) what I had to say about the part I did read.

I'm not going to dredge up the review itself or name the book, that's not important. But thinking about it again while doing dishes (dish-thoughts is the new shower-thoughts) made me realize there's distinction between types of review and the expectations people have for them, and thus why some people absolutely cannot stand DNF reviews.

How I see it now, the problem is the gap between two styles of book review:

An analysis and examination of the work itself on its own merits;

A review of the experience the reader had reading the book.

For the sake of brevity, let's call these the "scholarly" and "product" reviews.

Back when I was a college student, even when I was not formally tasked with a book "review," I was expected to read the assigned material fully and engage with all of its content, in order to discuss it in class, or use it as a basis for a paper, or whatever else the class required. I could not not finish the reading and present my frustration with it as a valid form of participation for grading purposes. (I tried that once with a particularly difficult book in a particularly annoying class, and to no one's surprise, it did not go well.) This is what I mean by the scholarly review type: DNF reviews are unacceptable.

Product book reviews, on the other hand, are functionally like the review of any other product. I recently bought a handheld vacuum, and I read the reviews of several models before I chose one. I looked to see how many one-star reviews there were, and judged the reasonableness of the complaints. If Vacuum A was prone to weak suction or didn't charge quickly, while Vacuum B had attachments that were hard to fit to the nozzle, I wanted to know these things in order to make my decision. Likewise, if many readers of a certain book I might be interested in didn't like it, I want to know why, and DNF reviews are perfectly valid in this case, because not wanting to finish the book is a true experience the reviewer had, that gives me information about my possible enjoyment of that book.

To be honest, many reviews are some of both. I know I write both kinds, either on their own or combined, depending on the book. Most reviews I read are both types combined as well, generally weighted more towards product than scholarly, but still with aspects of each.

My galaxy-brain moment came when I realized that DNF-review haters want scholarly reviews when they're actually getting product reviews.

No, if I didn't finish the book, I can't credibly talk with someone about the full plot, its themes, the deeper meanings. I don't possess that information. But yes, my experience of not finishing the book is still potentially valuable to someone else who might be saved the trouble of reading it themselves because my review pointed out some poor qualities of the work, or potential unmarked triggers about sensitive subject matter, etc etc.

I don't expect to change anyone's mind with this or significantly alter the state of book review discourse--for the most part, people don't even interact with book reviews much, it's rare for me to get more than a few likes, barely ever a single comment or reply, and The DNF Review Incident only happened that once, quite memorably.

Also, I'd have to be posting reviews, which I'm not, again. I am still reading. I may start writing reviews at some point.

But I had these thoughts, and the way my brain works, they required expressing, and I decided to do it here in case my realization helped someone else understand (possibly) why the haters gonna hate.

#booklr #book reviewing