#aaaaaaaaa that made me soft

[hunterbunter3000]

I know damn well gaz is a bottom you can't change my mind 😤

Like dis man makes the beautiful noises when sweetheart fucks him stupid with her fingers or a strap (I know sweetheart got a strap somewhere in her damn room) and he's a babbling mess like crying and moaning loud so sometimes sweetheart gotta use a gag or her fingers so no one hears (but the boys do hear em and they are really jealous and horny) *BANGS TABLE* AND WHEN he rides sweethearts strap this man HHHNNGGG this man will ride sweethearts strap until he collapses.

But sweetheart being sweetheart she does aftercare like running a hot bubble bath for gaz and picks him up and puts his body in and while gaz is in the bath sweetheart is cleaning the sheets and adding fluffly blanket for gaz and when gaz is done sweetheart picks him up and wraps him up in a fluffy towel and dries him up (because I know damn well gaz ain't gonna be walking for a bit)

And let's him wear her clothes that are pretty big on him like AHHHHH cuddles man this man will cling on to sweetheart while she's combing his wet hair HNNGGG and has falls asleep basking in sweethearts warmth.

(Why did I write this much?)

Soap definitely gonna be jelly 🤭

I'm going fuckin insane.

DO YOU WANT ME TO PASS OUT? IS THAT IT??

Good Boy.°

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick × 141!Sweetheart

[Gaz × black!ofc!reader]

Cw.: soft!femdom, overstimulation, dumbification, pegging, cock ring vibrator, handjobs, mommy kink, begging kink (is that a thing? Probably is idk 💀) mentions of scars, horrible attempt at smut, sub!Gaz, Lil bit of edging, praise + degradation, aftercare, cutie cutesy fluff, there's a surprise in here for Sweetheart 🤭 it'll be in pink, jealous ass brats teammates, listening to people getting it on (idk what that's called)

Reader accessories.: Black!fem!reader, she/her pronouns, detailed reader, reader is 6'5, reader is fully clothed fucking Gaz, reader has tattoos and battle scars, reader has long nails, reader has some big ass hands

Word count.: Long. AGAIN. (IDK HOW TO DO A WORD COUNT DAMMIT HELP)

This ain't the best thing 💀💀 but I had to GET THIS OUT IT WAS SITTING TOO LONG IN MY DRAFTS AND THIS ASK IS TOO GOOD AND W O W I RAMBLED ON FOR SO LONG BECAUSE IM NOT GOOD AT WRITING SMUT YET GIMME A BREAK OKAY IM TRYING MY BEST 😭 and i made this LATE like 5 am so i was shit tired and just rambled lol also tried out a new layout on how to do headcanons and drabbles... may like it may not idk ANYWAY ENJOY

18+ MDNI

Minors do not interact with this. Thank you BYE.

This man-- HEHEUAHE YOU'RE SO RIGHT ABOUT GAZ

He's such a bottom for Sweetheart. Like in general

He would always be so shy around her; his chin close to his chest, looking up at her with big eyes and hot ears

And Sweetheart would always eat that SHIT UP

She always has a burning, feral feeling inside her when he acts shy around her. Like she either needs to take care of him or fuck him senseless

And when he just gives into her, gulping before whimpering out a quiet "Yes ma'am." When she gives out an aggressive order.

SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPP

Sweetheart wants to take him where he stands EVERY 👏TIME 👏

Just jerking him off and seeing him whine and cry- AAAAAAAAA

Sweetheart should NOT think of him that way. That's her teammate. Her friend.

...which she wouldn't mind fucking and breaking his back. And she had enough of this overwhelming feeling everytime she talks to him. She thought he was shy because he was intimidated by her, or maybe because of the height difference (She's five and a half inches taller than him) or that he has a burning feeling inside of him too. Hell maybe it was all three, so she asks him.

It was all three 💀

But his feeling was to be fucked by Sweetheart. Not the other way around.

Sweetheart was in HEAVEEENNNNN

So we're back to the now, and it's been two hours, they're in her room; Gaz naked, bouncing on Sweetheart's pink thick strap, while she's controlling his cute cock ring vibrator. His legs wrapped around her hips, ass slapping against her thighs.

They're both sweaty, sticky, covered in cum and tired. But neither of them can stop. Gaz feels another orgasm building up, and he picks up his speed, wanting to reach it so badly that he cries. His moans get louder, more desperate.

"Fuck! Yes yes yes!" He screamed out, tears flowing out just like the cum spurting on Sweetheart's tummy. She breathes out, hands smoothing his hips. "There we go, Gaz. Good boy. Such a good cock slut for mommy." His thighs and hands shake, mouth spewing broken moans and whines. "More..." He starts to grind on the strap, as deep as it can go inside him. "M-more... please.. I wanna cum again-- wan' cum.. Mommy please!"

His babbles make Sweetheart laugh. "Your legs are probably so tired, baby. You want me to take over now?" He shivers when her pointed nails circle over his sensitive nipples. He leans down to her chest, hips still grinding on the toy and prodding at his prostate. “Yes… yes, please. Wanna be fucked by you. Ruin me, mommy…”

GOD FUCKING DAMMIT

Sweetheart feels her heartbeat quicken. The fire in her belly was getting hotter, too hot to control. She growls, manhandling Gaz off the toy to turn him around. She sits up, hands cupping his thighs as she raises her hips to slide back in. Gaz let’s out a long whine as he’s finally full again. Sweetheart doesn’t speak. Carnal desire took over her, her hips ramming into his ass as he screams out. Sweetheart rubs his bottom lip with her thumb before she inserts it in his drooling mouth. “You’re being too loud, hun. Don’t want the others to hear how much of a slut you are on my cock. Now suck on it.”

He sucks hard on her thumb, tongue swirling the pad. Her teeth grazing his neck, lips sucking on his sweaty skin. He’s trying to be quiet, but her thrusts are making him forget any sense he had left. Fuck and he’s almost about to cum, whines getting higher and eyes rolling back. Gaz gasps when Sweets slows down. “Nah-uh, not yet.” She coos. “I need you to beg for it, baby. Beg mommy to cum.” AAAAAAAAAAAA

She starts to grind in his g-spot and her other thumb rubbed his urethra. Babes he was seeing stars.

He can’t really speak as her thumb is still in his mouth, but he rambles on anyway, whimpering please over and over with his hoarse voice. (I have a feeling that Garrick’s voice goes up when he’s overstimulated) “Fuck, you’re so cute. Go ahead and cum for me, Gaz.” Once she picked up her pace and jerked him off, OH he saw the gate to heaven, had tea with an angel and got sent back to earth💀

They breathe heavily. He can't feel his legs at all, and he can't form an actual thought. Sweetheart puts her hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "Breathe deep, Gaz. Breathe... There you go, that's my baby boy." They both sigh and she kisses his temple. "You did such a good job, Gaz. Such a good boy for me."

AND THE AFTER CARE OMFGGG (YK THATS ON POINT)

She would hold him close to her chest, their breathing finally in sync as Gaz calms down from his orgasm. He's still moaning and mewling, feeling the pleasure in his veins. Sweetheart looks down at him and sighs with a smile. "You okay baby?" She asks him.

He's still kinda out of it, but her voice brings him back to reality. "Mhgm... M'good. M'so good, mommy..." She giggles at his drunken words and kisses his neck. "That's good to hear. I'm gonna pull it out, okay?" He nods his head. She grips under his knees and slowly pulls him up, Gaz whimpering at the emptiness of his puckering hole. She pecks his cheek and lays him down. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

He breathes out, feeling sticky and hot. He groans out and puts his hands over his eyes. He can NOT believe that just happened. HE JUST FUCKED HIMSELF NUMB?? AND SWEETHEART FUCKED HIM DUMB?? AND SHE'S GOOD AT IT??? How in the hell can he do this but not TELL HER HOW HE FEELS OMFG

She comes back from the bathroom in a white towel. Gaz chokes, seeing the black intricate designs on her arms, connecting to the ones on her collarbone and traveling to her back. He can see black ink on her ankles and some poking out on her hips. She chuckles, "You've never seen my other tattoos, have you?" He shakes his head slowly, like he's in a trance. "I've only... Seen your womb one..." Sweetheart snorts, walking towards him. "Well, you're about to see a bit more."

She scoops him up in her arms, bridal style. Gaz gasps and instinctively wraps his arms around Sweetheart's neck, now secure and being delivered to the bathroom.

Gaz sees that there's a bubble bath ready for the both of them. She sets him down inside, the warm water helping his aching limbs. He sees her towel fly off, looks up, but her fingers snap, and his head immediately whips to the bubbles. "Good boy." She says. (Gaz's mind:FFFUUUUU--)

She slips in behind him and sighs of relief. Gaz clears his throat. "This is uh... it's a pretty tight fit." His shoulder up and caved with his legs half way bent. "Do you want me to get out?" Sweetheart asks. "No!" She chuckles at his quick answer. She leans in, making him gasp as he can feel her hard nipples on his back. And... something else. Metal? Her arms wrap around him while her head rests on his shoulder. "Good. Don't wanna get out yet." She mumbles.

God-- Gaz feels so small with her. Like a shy little man and a giant Amazonian goddess. He can feel his cheeks get hot. Taking one of her hands in his, he lifts it up, eyeing her sleeve tattoo like a kid in an aquarium. He studies it while she watches him. "Y'like it?" She mumbles in his ear that sends shivers down his spine. He nods, his other hand tracing the patterns. "Where did you get it done?" He asks in a low tone, like they're both in a secret place that they're not supposed to be in.

"Back at home. For my 20th birthday. I got this whole piece done for my 20th, actually." She raises her other arm up to show him, his hands going over the different textured skin. "Did you... get tattoos to cover these scars?" When he asked that question, it's like all the sound in the world stopped. He felt like coal dropped in his stomach when she was silent. He was going to speak, to apologize, but she interlocked her hands with his. "I did. There are many tattoos on my body because I didn't want to see my mistakes anymore. So I covered them up."

He breathes out. Thank God she's not mad. But just to be sure-- "And don't you dare apologize." She smiles on his skin, nibbling his neck. He snickers, feeling her kisses all over.

"Wow." She chortles, "Never noticed how small your hands are to mine." He hums, seeing the difference too. (It shouldn't turn him on but wow there he is turned on)

She opens her hands and so does he. The size difference goes crazy 💀 Sweetheart's hand is an inch bigger than his. She laughs, now leaning back on the tub. "You're so small."

Gaz scoffs, turning to her with a frown. "I am not small! You're just really--"

His eyes fall to her chest. He didn't mean to, it just happened. But he looks at her left breast.

And he sees it.

And he sees it.

"You... you have a nipple piercing."

"Huh?" Sweetheart looks down. "Oh shit, I forgot I had that on. But yeah, I do. Just the one, though. Hurt like a bitch, so I just stopped at this." She explains. Gaz can feel him getting hard again. The sparkly, rose gold heart ring shield around her dark nipple was fucking calling out to him.

He frowns. "But I never... see it." Sweetheart's eyes widen a bit but turns to amusement. "You lookin' at my tits often, Gaz?" She says. Gaz snaps his head up, like he's seen a ghost. She leans in, their lips almost touching. She coos, eyes dangerously low and lips grinning. "Didn't know you were the perverted type."

Someone kill him now. He shakes his head violently. "Oh god no! No no no no I was just--" Now he was stammering, trying to find the right words to say to not sound like a creep. But Sweetheart bellows.

"Chill, baby! I was just messin' with ya." She winks at him, and Gaz just wants to curl up in a ball. "But I remove it when I go out so I can wear a bra. Sometimes, I honestly forget about it. 'Specially when we're on a mission or I'm training. And I don't think piercings are allowed on base... so I dont really wear it alot." Gaz nods. That makes alot of sense. She covers her mouth and looks away, mumbling something under her breath.

"And I also don't want Krueger startin' nothin'..." He frowns. "Huh?" Sweetheart looks at him and waves him off. "Nothin' , nothin'."

She huffs, staring at Gaz for what felt like hours. But he didn't move, as he stared right back. Heart beating quick for her next move.

Her hand moves under her left breast and lifts it with a smug grin. "Wanna take a closer look?"

That triggered another three rounds of milking and nipple sucking 💀 (which Sweetheart is now HEAVILY into)

After all that, they both cleaned themselves, and Sweetheart dried him off (because he couldn't feel his legs AGAIN) she carried him and plopped him on her desk chair. He huffs out a laugh. "I feel like a princess, being carried and pampered like this." BECAUSE YOU ARE BABY

She snorts and rolls her eyes, putting on some clothes and gathering the bed sheets. "Wear whatever I have. There's some men's underwear in the bottom drawer." She explains. Gaz quirks an eyebrow. "Why do you have men's underwear?" She shrugs, hands full with bed sheets and a comforter. "For emergencies." And then walks out to the washing machine.

Gaz chuckles, shaking his head as he opens her drawers. Some with bras, some with her underwear (it's in the second drawer, he remembers) and he found one with shirts. He grabs a cream colored sweater and unfolds it, seeing how big it actually is. "Jesus... I'll surely act like a 'girl after doing the deed' with this on." He contemplates if he wants to wear it. (He does)

He puts on some black men's underwear, which surprisingly fits him (bit tight around his thighs) he throws the sweater on and looks in her floor mirror. The sweater covers his underwear completely, and the sleeves are big and long, covering most of his fingers. The collar is wide, showing off his branded neck with many hickies. Sweetheart's hickies. He purses his lips.

"Yeah, I definitely looked like I've been fucked."

"Because you have been, silly."

He turns to the door and sees Sweetheart with new sheets and comforters. Gaz blinks. "That was fast." Sweetheart hums, closing the door with her hip. "I found new sheets in the storage. I'll clean the other ones tomorrow. Right now, I'm tired as shit." She makes the bed with ease as Gaz stands there, trying not to fall with his shaky legs. (Yall he was WORKED in that bath tub)

She dusts off her hands as her head turns to Gaz. She freezes, eyeing him up and down. Gaz feels like a piece of meat under her hungry eyes. He doesn't mind being eaten by her 🤭🤭

She smirks, plopping down on the bed. "I like my clothes on ya."

He grins, arms wide out to show how big the sweater is on him. "I'm like a smurf compared to you." He jokes. Sweetheart laughs, collecting him with her arms circling his waist and his hands rest on her broad shoulders. "But it makes ya look real cute, Gaz." She says with another smirk. (Jeez, she's on one today-- freaking teasing and bold as shit)

He could feel his cheeks getting hot. "Kyle." He murmurs, sitting on her thigh. He has a tingly feeling when he bends his legs, but nothing he can't handle. She looks at him with confused eyes.

"You took my ability to walk, so I think you could also call me by my actual name." He explains. She smiles at him, making his heart speed up. That smile could stop wars.

"Alright then, Kyle." Once she said that, her eyes sparkled. "Kyle." She hums, kissing his neck. "Kyle... Mister Kyle Garrick!" She covers him in quick kisses, making him giggle and filled with warmth. She laughs and holds him tight when she flops on the clean bed. "Kyle. I love saying your name." She whispers, fingers tracing his face. God DAMN she has his heart. His everything. Just- take him. Take all of him. So he can end this longing.

"And I--" Gaz reaches up to her face, thumb tracing her bottom lip.

Say it.

"I love..." His eyes flicker to hers, dark irises studying each other.

Say it. Fucking say it.

I love you. I love you and I want to be yours.

Say. It.

"Love... what you did... for me today. Thank you." ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW

She giggles, pulling him into her more, his head against her chest. "Of course, baby. It was an absolute pleasure... pleasuring you." They both quietly laugh, the warm relaxation molding them together. Her nails rake the nape of his neck, sending shivers down Kyle's spine. He sighs, wrapping his arms around her chest and leg around her waist. "Goodnight, mommy."

Sweetheart croons, hand rubbing his back. "Goodnight, Kyle." She mumbles into his hair as she kisses it.

"My good boy."

Lil Bonus.!

When I tell you... that EVERYONE. WAS P I S S E D. Except for Price, because his room is pretty far, so he can't hear all the way to Sweetheart's room. BUT THE REST OF THEM??? WTF they wanted to strangle Gaz istg

Hearing the bed creak and Gaz's loud, whiny moans thru the walls was PAIN. And hearing Sweetheart's low grunts and praises to him? Torture. Bitch it was torture. And you know DAMN WELL that Soap, Roach, and Horangi jerked off from hearing them. Ghost, König, and Alex were too fucking pissed to do anything, even sleeping wasn't an option. (They still had raging hard ons tho) Roach hearing Gaz call her mommy-- AND SHE LIKED IT-- he came so hard he had to muffle his cry with a pillow. Soap now knowing that Gaz is the one getting fucked?? And is enjoying it??? Nosebleed. He got a nosebleed and had to stop masturbating to clean it up💀 Horangi overstimulated himself. Ear up on the wall so he could hear everything that was going on, and his overworked cock spurting out more cum on the wall. There's a thick puddle of cum on the floor as well because he's not stopping. Alex is just pissed that he's not watching them (he likes to watch fucking cuck) and Ghost is just so damn salty and judging everything that's going on in that room ("his moans are so bitchy. Bitch boy. Fucking bottom ass fucker. Taking it up the ass. I could do way better than him taking it up the ass..... wait--")

König was just... listening. Just laying in his bed, looking up at the ceiling with a throbbing, dribbling cock, and just listening to them. (WEIRDO)

Next morning, Soap and Ghost were such BITCHES OMFG Soap was so pouty and had such attitude, and Ghost was so DRAMATIC (THEY'RE BOTH BRATS YOUR HONOR)

Okay that's it, bye LOL

THANKS FOR READING HAVE A GOOD DAY 🙏 LIKE COMMENT SHARE AND SUBSCRIBE FOR MORE (I just youtube'd yo ass 🤭)

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[slvtforyeo]

Hey, Emo Boy!

'He may not look like he gets bitches, but honey that dick was 11 inches.' AYESHA EROTICA

pairings: subby emo!hongjoong x soft dom!reader

genre: smut

warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it up people), oral (giving), BIG DICK HJ CUZ Y NOT AAAAAAAAA, use of toys (vibrator), hand kink (?), public sex, slight (?) exhibition, b-b-begging... (tell me if i missed any!)

word count: 400 something... basta

a/n: hahahahahah omsem this is my first (not rlly) time writing a smut on tumblr n i hope i don't disappoint yall cuz my writing skills are shitty rn TANGINA anyways i, myself made the mood board! might aswell make some for my upcoming fics and fir my mst.lst and i am genuinely sorry for being inactive for like... two months

• you were so proud of your boyfriend, seeing him perform with his band and playing his guitar made you fall in love with him once again (and made you wet as hell)

• you didn't even notice that you were starting to get aroused just by looking at his hands, the way they slide up and down from the fretboard and the way his fingertips were moving fast made you wish that you're the guitar

• OH! ah, yes... you totally forgot the small pink remote that was hiding in your pocket. HMMM.. I WONDER WHAT THIS DOES??? :D

• hongjoong nearly moaned when you turned on the vibrator that was shoved in his ass (the pink type), he even DARED to glare at you when he was the one literally begging for you like this,

• "baby please, just once! i'll be good, I promise! please, just- shove it in my ass and turn on the vibrator..." whew, you were sweating when he begged

• it ended up you having to insert a vibrator in his cute little hole because this mf is an exhibitionist

• eventually, you gradually increased the volume, which was kindaaa.. a bad/good idea (you turned it on when it's hongjoong's part to sing)

• he was kinda eye fucking you when you two made eye contact... you have never ever felt to fuck someone this bad.

• after the show, you immediately slipped backstage (no one saw you do it) and was immediately met with hongjoong pulling you to one of the dresser

• "y/n plsplsplspls fuck me already" was the first thing that he said to you, impatiently removing his pants while you just stare at him in awe

• so you did... but you sucked his dick first. when you got down on your knees and pulled his cock out, he was leaking precum like a goddamn faucet. HE WAS SO WET LIKE???? you have never taken off your pants this fast

• being the good partner you are, you sucked, gagged, licked and choked on his dick like you're his good little slut (even though your mouth kinda hurts becuz he big bro)

• he came... a lot

• of course, you did NOT give him time before forcing him to sit down on one of the chairs and you started to ride him until he was seeing stars when he reached his orgasm <3

• both of you ended up having another round when you came home. A LOT MORE NASTIER  HAHAHAHAHAHDHJAJDJSJDJSJD

#ateez #ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez fluff #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #ateez x reader #ateez fic #ateez imagines #ateez drabbles #ateez drabble #atz

[merakiui]

hi mera!! this is my first ask but i hope it doesn’t get eaten, but before that i just want to say i enjoy your writing a lot, especially your azul writings???? and azul thought 2 was so good, that one got me on a tight octopus grip. i look forward to the sequel

i want to share this idea that got stuck in my head for days: nun!reader running an orphanage but it’s low on funds until one day rich businessman!azul makes a visits and donate a large sum of money

at first it seemed like azul did it out of generosity from the bottom of his heart and reader is incredibly grateful and indebted to him…but as it turns out he has other intentions

he’s deeply inlove with nun!reader but she’s a nun!! she can’t return his feelings sadly but azul finds a way… as he keeps donating more money to the orphanage and nun!reader has to make it up to him…with her body perhaps? like imagine they’re doing it an empty church after the kids of the orphanage go to bed

also it’s optional but imagine adding rollo to this scenario as the priest!!!

AAAAAAAAA YES YES OTL this is such a yummy concept omg!!!

You can't thank him enough! Oh, you're so grateful for his generous donation and you go on and on about how exciting this is. With these funds, you can buy more workbooks for the kids, replace the chalkboard, buy better ingredients for meals, replace some of the old bed frames, and more! Azul's a little annoyed with all of your never-ending prattling. Sure, it feeds his ego to see you bow your head over and over in thanks. But you could put your mouth to better use instead of just verbally expressing your thanks. >:( he's impatient and horny, but he smiles politely and tells you it's not a big deal. He loves to help those in need! Please come to him should you ever need any help.

You insist that he must come with you to meet the kids. He's a little unsure at first, but you're just so bright and bubbly and he decides he might as well accept your offer, if only to build rapport. Come the next day, he's knocking on the door to the little classroom and poking his head inside. The kids all adore him. They think Mr. Azul is the nicest, coolest guy they've ever met! They prepared drawings and wrote little thank you letters to express their gratitude, and he feels so fluffy inside when he notices how the kids flock to you when you tell them to give him some space. He watches the way you interact with them, so soft and sweet and motherly. It's not fair that you're a nun sworn to celibacy. What he wouldn't give to make you a mother...

Azul didn't think he'd become so fond of you so quickly, but every day spent with you is a blessing. You're just so perfect. Even the kids think so when he asks them about you. "What's Miss (Name) like?" he'll ask and the kids all say such nice things about you. Some of the girls giggle and gossip amongst themselves, eagerly theorizing if Mr. Azul is interested in you. It doesn't help that everyone calls you Mama in the orphanage; it really tests Azul's patience and restraint when the kids come running up to you and tugging on your habit to get you to play or to drag you to Azul because they found him shopping in town. Some of them try to pair the two of you together, setting up not-so-subtle dates under large trees in the courtyard. You find it charming and amusing; Azul thinks it would make for a nice reality.

But then his current reality, which is just as good (for now), is uprooted when Father Rollo comes to visit. Though he looks frigid and stern, he is very gentle when speaking to the kids. He reserves smiles for you and them, or so Azul has learned from observations. When he met Azul, he hesitated to shake his hand, looking at him as if he was a pest, before welcoming him to the orphanage and thanking him for his donation. Azul already dislikes Rollo. Most of all, he's jealous that the kids talk about you and Rollo as if you're a match made in heaven. What's so good about that father anyway! He looks as if he's crawled out of the grave, what with his dark circles and gloomy disposition. Azul, on the other hand, is handsome and put together and eloquent. So why do you seem to look at him as if he's the love of your life? It should be Azul you love, not Rollo! Azul would give you the entire world if you asked. He loves you! He's infatuated!

Maybe he'll just have to prove it to you before the eyes of the god you have so much faith in. :)

#twisted chit chat #also thank you so much for liking my writing especially azul thought 2!!!!! the sequel will definitely be exciting hehe

[httpiastri]

im new to thirsting over oscar— i usually saw him so soft and now i see him in another light and i was wondering your first time headcanons

god i feel that, i used to only find him super cute but recently... there's something more

also aAah having ur first time with oscar... y e s, headcanons below cut!!

(i interpreted this as your first time ever, not just ur first time with oscar, if i misunderstood you then pls do send me another ask and i'll write a new one!!)

okay sO first off... he would be the sweetest boy from start to finish

when you suggested it to him, he'd be very "!! are you sure? are you really really sure?? because it's fine if you aren't-"

"i'm so sure. i want you to be my first, oscar"

soft soft soft touches

sensual, deep, emotional kisses

he would love kissing down your body, letting his lips explore the new skin

he can't help but to stop and admire your body because he thinks you're so so beautiful

he asks for permission for everything

"can i take these off? can i touch you?"

"does this feel good? is this okay?"

he tries so hard not to make anything sloppy or rushed because he wants it to be perfect for you, but he's just so excited and into it that he can't really help himself

"i never thought you could make such sweet noises"

he asks "are you nervous?", to which you answer "just a little, but i know i'm in good hands", and he just melts

and if you tense up when he fully enters you, he'd stop to place a kiss to your forehead

"breathe, baby. it's all fine, i'm right here."

his eyes would search yours for any sign of pain or if you looked uncomfortable and if he stops instantly if he sees any hint

the sounds he makes !! 😮‍💨😮‍💨

he'd just want to prioritize you and make sure you weren't uncomfortable in any way

"am i going too fast?"

he would take such good care of you

very reassuring, "love, you're doing so well"

and aftercare ofccc

i can really just see him be so gentle, like almost to the point where ur like “🧐 i ain’t made out of porcelain, you don’t have to be that careful”

but he just wants to make sure that you don’t regret it

aaaAaAaAA

#i found it funny how i already have an arthur first time fic in my drafts 👀 #also i havent written a headcanons post in foreVer so i wasnt sure its okay... but i hope u enjoy :) #also loves feel free to send in thoughts to my asks! any kind of thoughts #soft or hard or just anything #i love chatting with u <3 #anon! #asks! #headcanons!

[andvys]

AAAAAAAAA!!!!!!! Fuck me I love your writing so much! Steve this entire chapter made me both cry and feel so damn soft! Him and Blondie might actually be my favourite couple you’ve written

THANK YOU 🥹 THAT MAKES ME SO SO HAPPY OMG!!!

#andy’s asks

[henrike-does-writing-sometimes]

veo & rurah for the ship names tag 🌚

REN ! Best friend !!

oooo these two have sorta similar dynamics, but different flavors, and they both make me go

RURUH ( Canon King )

AAAAAAAAA

They're both filthy freaks and I love that for them ! Kinky bastards who are so unconditionally in love it's disgusting.

They're so soft and enable each other in the best ways possible. The things other's find unattractive is what the other is obsessed with.

Anruh's ruthlessness and brutal strenght ? Ruben's drooling.

Ruben's reckless curiosity and infodumping ? Anruh's got heart-eyes.

And don't get me started on the physical aspects, mainly their size difference.

But yeah, they're super cute and wholesome and devoted to each other in ways that make me ill. Even when I'm writing them being kinky are they cute lmao. I really like the themes of wilderness and nature when it comes to these two, as well as their whole predator and prey dynamic. And how it also kinda goes into "fuck the modern world which made us feel ashamed."

Wreck of Our Hearts by Sleeping Wolf is their song because it perfectly encapsulates how Ruben and Anruh have both been made to feel ashamed about certain parts of themselves and slowly learn to love them through the other. The slow descent into love neither expected nor knew they deserved, and being slightly scared as it happens. But they're falling together <3

VEO ( It's Complicated )

Bro, these two, make me a special kind of insane (affectionate). They're two traumatized kids finding solace in each other, coming to terms with what has happened to them, and then learning to heal.

I don't know when I started to ship them as hard as I did, but this is probably the only ship I've had to force myself to not make it canon lol. I kinda compensated by making their relationship ambiguous. Either way it's a tragedy, because Vega is dead by the last act.

But that aside, they're super cute ! It's my all-time favorite sunshine x grumpy with star motifs and undying loyalty because "you understood me when no one else did". It's them telling the stories behind the scars they've been so ashamed of while the other gently runs their fingers over them. It's them feeling safe enough to break down in each other's arms and for once be weak.

I chose Quiet by LIGHTS as their song because it has that vibe of ambiguity and how things are enough as they are. How they're important to each other without having to label it. Thinking about it, Leo and Vega's relationship reads a lot as queerplatonic, with all the romantic connotations without the actual romance. Which is neat !

A little headcanon I have for when we get to the Abomination part of this timeline, which is 15 years after atsaw, is that Leo gets a tattoo of the lyra constellation on their back with a heart around its alpha star; Vega. (I also headcanon that Elio, Vega's younger brother, names his future daughter Lyra after her <3)

[thesunshineriptide]

Dunno if it counts as a request, but I'd love to see more of the vision au, it got me HOOKED like nothing else has in a while

AAAAAAAAA IM SO GLAD I honestly thought nobody else was super interested but yes I have it all mapped out so please enjoy Episode Two.

Before a Live Audience

Characters: Trey Clover, Ortho Shroud, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Azul Ashengrotto, Idia Shroud, Kaylus Cameron (Original Male Character), Yuu

Cw// gaslighting, children, implied ab*se/abandonment, swearing, panic/anxiety attacks (mentions), crying, dread, out of character behaviors

The whole morning, Yuu had been puttering around doing daily tasks. It seemed like they must have washed the dishes a thousand times by now, applied their makeup even more, but every time they thought they’d done it, it turns out they were wrong.

After cooking breakfast for what must have been the 15th time and sending Kaylus to work the 16th time, Yuu finally decided to step outside to get some fresh air, free of the frustration and increasing paranoia of the morning.

It felt like there was something out of reach, something watching Yuu as they worked. A figure they could see in the corner of their vision, but when they’d turn to look, it was missing again.

They stepped into the front lawn, cleaning up toys scattered across it and tossing it into the toy chest, when they noticed their neighbor outside as well.

“Good morning, Mister Clover!” Yuu greeted pleasantly, “Your rose bushes look lovely as ever.”

Trey looked up, a soft smile on his face, “Thank you. Though, I do wish they were red.”

“Red?” Yuu asked, tilting their head, “How come? I think they look so lovely white.”

Trey hummed as he watered his garden, “I’ve always had an affinity for red roses. I find them more pleasing to the eye.” He smiled wider at Yuu.

Yuu smiled back, “Well, regardless, they appear to be in impeccable condition.”

“You should see this side,” Trey snorted, “My nephew has made a mess of them.”

Yuu raised an eyebrow, walking around the edge of their tiny fence to see what Trey was talking about.

It was indeed a mess, rose heads cut brutally with what was likely plant clippers, while red, green, pink, and aquamarine paints were dripping off the flowers.

“Oh dear!” Yuu exclaimed, walking closer, “I understand what you mean now. But it does as a- hmm…childish charm about them.” They said sympathetically.

Trey sighed and adjusted his glasses, “Well, my nephew is certainly the artist. Though I suppose you understand my plight similarly.”

“Huh?” Yuu looked confused, “What do you mean?”

Trey smiled lightly, “Your foster children. They’re quite the trouble makers. I saw you trying to clean up their…experiment late last night.”

“My what?” Yuu asked, eyes wide.

Two giggles sounded from the other side of the fence as two sets of eyes peeked over it.

When Yuu turned to see them, both sets of eyes went wide and dashed off, running back into the house.

“You know,” Trey started, “Perhaps your boys would like to play with my nephew. Maybe if all of them are in one place, we can keep a better eye on their mischief.”

“That sounds like a good idea…” Yuu responded airily, still staring at the retreating forms of the children that were, evidently, theirs.

“It’s a play date, then!” Trey said, smiling wide, “Oh, your boys will love Ortho, he’s just a sweetheart.”

Yuu smiled weakly and nodded, “He can come over whenever he’d like. I have…I need to do some chores.” They said hurriedly, bidding Trey goodbye.

They made their way back to the house in a daze, mind reeling. Since when did they have kids? Where did they come from? What was going on?

Yuu stopped suddenly when they entered the living room to see two boys sitting on the couch, looking somewhere between bashful and not at all sorry. They had clearly been up to something, anyone could read it from their faces.

“Were you two spying on me?” Yuu asked playfully, all worries before forgotten.

———————-

———————

It had been two days since the board game club meeting, and the school was beginning to panic. More and more people were missing, including more powerful ones, and nobody could find Kaylus.

Idia was locked in his lab, Azul at his side, while the two of them tried not to have a panic attack in front of the other.

“I’m looking through Ortho’s old logs to find the frequency that the show was airing,” Idia explained offhandedly, “maybe that’s where he is.”

Azul paced around behind him, worriedly chewing on the tip of his gloved thumb, eyes moving back and forth like a Zamboni on ice. “It’s almost a guarantee that’s where everyone is.” He said calmly, despite his nerves being shot. “What kind of sick game is this? What’s the pattern with everyone?”

“He took Ortho as a warning.” Idia mumbled, eyes dark as he scanned through files, “And the others I think were for entertainment.”

Azul sighed, “I wish Jade were here. He’s the most sadistic person I know, he’d have a clear beat.”

“If you hadn’t been at the meeting, he probably would be. But that doesn’t matter right now.” The flame haired teen took a sip of his energy drink, “I found it! Boom! boom! boom! What a fucking noob.” He cheered, grabbing a fist full of gummy bears and shoving it messily into his mouth, “Let’s see what’s going on there.”

—————

The doorbell rang about a quarter to one in the afternoon, and in stepped little Ortho Shroud, warm and bright and human.

Trey stood just behind him, a tired smile on his face and a tray of scones in the other hand, “I hope you don’t mind, but Ortho was bored.” He said, handing the baked goods over to Yuu.

Yuu smiled, “These look delicious, thank you! Come in, come in. My boys are just out back playing.”

Trey and Ortho entered obediently, whispering and joking to each other as they followed Yuu through the living room and the kitchen to the backyard.

Yuu set the tray down on a glass topped table with two chairs beside it, while a pitcher and glasses of fresh lemonade sat waiting. They motioned for Trey to sit, while Ortho ran over to meet the other children.

“Hi! I’m Ortho!” He greeted, looking to the two boys who were already playing.

“Hello,” the first one said pleasantly, eyes trained on the newcomer, “I’m Jade,” he continued smiling slightly, “This is my twin, Floyd.”

“Hi hi~!” Floyd chirped, immediately coming over to latch into Ortho, “Look at you! You’re all fleshy and breathing!” He leaned down and lifted up Ortho. He wasn’t nearly as strong as he normally was, but it was still enough to get him off the ground.

Ortho yelped, squirming, “Put me down!”

Floyd laughed and set him back on the ground while Jade gave him a look that was mostly amused, “Floyd, what have I said about new friends?”

“We wait at least an hour before picking them up…”

“And how long has it been?”

Floyd counted on his fingers, “One minute and 27 seconds.”

Ortho stared at the two of them, then began to laugh, plopping down beside them, “You two are funny. We’re best friends now.”

“Oh?” Jade said, smiling a bit, “I’m glad we can amuse you.”

“We’re already best friends, sea angel.” Floyd continued, sitting down beside Ortho to lean on him, “Idia doesn’t like us very much, though. I think we scare him.”

“What?” Ortho asked.

—————-

“Hi! I’m Ortho!” He greeted, looking to the two boys who were already playing.

“Hello,” the first one said pleasantly, eyes trained on the newcomer, “I’m Jade,” he continued smiling slightly, “This is my twin, Floyd.”

“Hi hi~!” Floyd chirped, immediately coming over to latch into Ortho, “I like your hair! It reminds me of the sea~”

Ortho giggled, turning to give Floyd a hug, “Thanks! My older brother colors it for me.”

Floyd smiled, then proceeded to grab his arm and drag him away, “You wanna play hide and seek? It’s really fun!”

“Don’t we need more people?” Ortho asked.

“Nah, Jade and I play this all the time! He’s a bad seeker though, never finds me~”

Jade gave a little grin, following behind Floyd, “Truly, I’m awful at it. Maybe a different game?”

“Ooh! Ooh! Like truth or dare!”

Ortho looked confused, “How do you play that?”

Floyd and Jade gave each other a look, then grinned, “It’s easy, we’ll teach you!”

—————-

Azul and Idia stared in shock and horror at everything they had seen.

The Ignihyde lab was deathly quiet, save for the sounds of children getting into trouble on screen.

“Ortho….” Idia whispered, hands shaking, “Ortho is-“

Azul came over, hovering behind him, “At least they’re okay. We’re gonna get them back, don’t worry. I mean, he can’t hold this spell forever.”

—————

“Jade, Floyd, what do you say to Ortho?” Yuu asked, sternly looking down at the teal haired twins

“I apologize, Ortho.”

“Sorry, sea angel.”

Ortho rubbed at his eyes, wiping away the tears, the nodded, “It’s okay. I’m sorry too.”

Trey sighed in relief and said, “I don’t think there will be hard feelings.”

Yuu laughed a little, “I don’t think so either. Though, when my husband hears of this….”

Both twins went wide eyed, and Floyd immediately clung to Yuu’s leg, “Please! Please don’t tell him, I promise we’ll be good!”

Jade joined in, latching onto their other leg, “It’s true! We’ll be so good!”

“I’ll do all the dishes!”

“I’ll clean the bathroom!”

“I’ll walk the dog!”

Yuu paused, “We don’t have a dog, Floyd.”

“Then I’ll walk someone else’s dog!” He wailed, tears streaming down his little face.

Jade didn’t cry, but he did look like he wanted too as he clung to Yuu’s leg.

“Please don’t send us back! We’ll be good!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Yuu said, “Who said anything about you going back? No, you’re stuck with me now you naughty little things.”

“But…” Jade began, trailing off. He loosened his grip, taking a step back, “Aren’t you mad?”

“I’m not happy,” they said carefully, smiling apologetically to Trey and Ortho, who took it as their cue to leave. “I’m not just gonna throw you out because you did something bad, though. I still care about you.”

Floyd’s cries stopped, and Yuu took this as an opportunity to pick him up and carry him to the couch, with Jade following behind quietly.

“I care about you. I owe you a lot…” they began, trailing off. Jade climbed up onto the couch and sat beside them, not close enough to cuddle but not far enough to be considered antisocial.

Floyd, on the other hand, was clinging to them, looking sleepy.

“Do you really care about us that much?” He asked tiredly, eyes drooping. “‘s that why you’re still around us, even after Azul’s overblot?”

Yuu stared at him, and their eyes snapped wide, like waking from a nightmare. They didn’t panic, not like other times, and instead held Floyd closer, looking stricken with fear. “Yes,” they finally said, patting Floyd’s back gently. Their eyes darted to Jade, who looked just as fearful and sick as they did, “That’s why I stay.”

Jade stared back at them, body rigid and stiff. He was shaking, something he would never normally show, but he couldn’t stop. He was small, he was weak, he was trapped.

Yuu took in a deep breath and plastered a smile on for him, “C’mon, maybe you two should rest before…before he gets back.”

Floyd only hummed in response, mostly asleep against Yuu. Jade nodded weakly, walking dazedly beside Yuu as they walked to the twin’s room.

It was a quiet promise between the two to try and act like their ‘characters’. It would be easier to escape if he never knew they’d broken free from that.

#twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #jade leech #twst mc #azul ashengrotto #twisted wonderland headcanons #floyd leech #twst #twstvision au #idia shroud #trey clover #ortho shroud #Kaylus Cameron #twst yuu

[rusty-gloinks]

AUSGAHSHWGHWHSHUSHHS /pos

YOUR. ART.

Oh gosh oh gosh where do I start???

aaaaaaaaa

ugh, your artstyle is so pretty and shapy.. it’s so soft and smooth but then also sharp and it genuinely gives me so much joy whenever I see your posts pop up on my feed. the colors omfg,,,,, the. Colors…. absolutely living for the colors on your art, esp the Uzi and n redesigns and that Uzi never love an anchor gore thing.. I genuinely get so sucked into the little details and the colors it’s so enthralling. even without colors tho, like just the sketches have so much character too and aughhhhhggg!!!!!! the brainrot I get from looking at art you’ve made is so bad honestly, it makes me wanna scream and kick my feet and just stare and admire the art for hours..

okay. sorry if that made no sense i just basically wanted to say how awesome your art is :3

ME RN…??????OMG???}}}}THANK YOU SM .U DONT KNOW HIW MUCH I NEEDED THIES .THANK YOU SO MCUHK. MUCH* /GEN 💗💗AAA ILY /P

#Ask #YIPPEEEEEE

[maudiemoods]

so omg, I’m still crying over one of your doodles in the sun and moon soul eater au, and Y/n has a similar body type to mine and oh my gAWd im still so happy, I think about it a lot and it literally just made me feel so happy like yeah!! Be thicc!!! It’s cool!!!!! so thank u sm even if it wasn’t a purposeful thing

ur art is fantastic and I love how soft everything is but it also looks so fluid it’s honestly something I strive for if I ever get around to art,, you’re so cool and I love every drawing you put out

AAAAAAAAA!!! I'm glad you like my art!! One of the most important things to me personally is diversity! I want everyone to feel included!! I still have a lot to learn when I comes to drawing all body types but I'm making it my goal to get better!! I love you all waaa

[merakiui]

Mera I went back to playing Genshin and- I had a lot to catch up on so I've spent countless nights playing (and farming primos...) And I finally finished all archon quests currently available. I saved Sumeru's interlude to be the last one and i just finished and oh my god i want Scaramouche so bad

All his three versions- I liked him before but just ugh

Also I didn't expect that I would have to name him in the mission (i thought I'd only have to do this after i got him in a banner) so I had a mini panic trying to think of a name but in the end I named him Flumenel.

—Eel anon

(any thoughts about Kabukimono, Scaramouche, and/or Wanderer to share?)

:o omg omg the name you chose for him is so pretty!!!!!! Admittedly, I have yet to do the interlude quest. ;;; I've been holding off until I have a perfect name for my Wanderer. Although perhaps I should play it as a celebration of sorts because my yearly account review gave me these statistics:

I wondered which boss I would have fought the most over the year and of course it's Scaramouche LOL. I fight him every week. <3 the aeonblight drake is only there because I fought it so many times when I was farming materials for mouchey. In the end, it all goes back to mouchey. 🫶 perhaps I'll finally play the interlude on Halloween, as that will mark the one-year anniversary of mouchey's drip marketing!!!!! >w<

But yes!!!! All three of his versions have lots of appeal. orz it's difficult to choose a favorite because they're all just so wonderful. As much as I love his Harbinger and Kabukimono eras, I will admit I'm very soft and fluffy over his Wanderer era. My beloved is healing. T_T I'm so happy for him. I still think it's so funny that Nahida enrolled him in the Akademiya. He went from terrorizing and killing others to now writing political essays as Hat Guy and participating in school events. I will never recover from his birthday letter where he visited a cooking club and made too many dishes, so he gifts them to you. He's so perfect!!!!!! I LOVE HIM AAAAAAAAA. OTL

As for thoughts, it's very scattered. >_< there's alienmouche thoughts and discord mod and even scaramer......... but then this is just me shamelessly wanting to make mouchey a deep-sea merman because of a certain trio's influence. >:( OH OH BUT CHILDE....... unrelated and somewhat tangential, but since you completed all of the quests how do you feel about Childe in Fontaine's quest!!!!!! The end of act four had me so :O !!!!!!!!! And the scene where Wriothesley and Clorinde stop the Primordial Sea Water!!!!!!! It was so tense... it had me on the edge of my seat and I was internally screaming!!! AAAAAA SORRY FOR RAMBLING!!!!!! ;;;;

In conclusion, many mouchey thoughts and many Fontaine thoughts in my egg brain. :D

#genshin chit chat #eel anon

[yeoroot]

Hii ^^ Is just wanted to say that I really like your art! Your Jamil and Kalim pieces always look so tjejgjrjtjtjefnfje. So tieitrjwiri you know. Your lines are absolutely beautiful ty sm for the food I always perk up when I see you post

aaaAAAAAA thank you!! 💕💕 Jamil and Kalim make me so soft,, many thoughts about them…; i have a strong urge to make them look very tender,,

Glad you’re enjoying my posts tho! Receiving this made me very giddy the entire day

#yeo-uch #yeoodles #twst #twst kalim #twst jamil #hope you don't mind a doodle #i just want any excuse to draw them HHAUIDHAUD

[kohrokke]

I think your colors really stand out, and there's a certain softness to how you draw characters. Found your art on pixiv the other day and I thought it was like your style before seeing it was actually your account (☞ﾟヮﾟ)☞

Aaaaaaaaa thank you so much 😭 ♥♥

This reminds me of when I made a new Twitter account for my WIPS, and my friend sent me a post saying this person drew like me, without knowing it was me 😭 If you found my Pixiv, I hope you enjoy the extra content I posted there 🤭

#aheem heem whimper

[taintedsoul-if]

okok so i just played the demo and wowowow i never thought i could feel this much,, idk, like, i wanna stab the crown prince (he's male in my playthrough hshhah) so so badly like frrr i really wanna throttle him for what he's done to OH aAAAAAAAA i couldnt breathe god i wanna take away my cute MC so he wouldn't have to deal with that scum-

for now i'll calm myself down and throw myself to cadmus' arms, and then play again with another MC so i could get my hard-core loving revenge on that bastard 😤😤

oh, i don't hate the crown, just ykno akhskakska the way your chara made me feel is just so surprising bc i never felt this strongly like aaaaa- ok i'll stop rambling now 😳

If you dislike this slag, hardcore revenge route is not for you, it involves a lot of explicit aggressive sex scenes.... I would advise you to do the soft-core revenge route. This route involves mc being indifferent to this slag.

Anon I hate trysten just as much as you do. Aye, I am the author and I should love all my characters but trysten, 🙄 I Also want to throttle them to death, let them feel the pain, the anguish the original host went through. Though I am wrong for doing this allowing my readers to date the person that killed the OH! 💀.

Yes anon! Cadmus deserves love and reassurance! This man has been beating himself up for years over the fact that his Bonded keeps on dying. Hold him close and never let him go! Let him know he's truly love 😭😭

You're not babbling! I love hearing my readers take on the story and the path they choose. So please anon continue! 😄

********

Thank you for the ask and have a wonderful day.

#lovely anon #ask #trysten/trista #cadmus

[grimweaver]

Skyrim Dragonborn story and asks thingie that @lucien-lachance tagged me for a long time ago. I tag... um... I dunno lol Ethaniel LaChance is the son of Malkhai (Ale'Zandre) LaChance, The Hero of Kvatch, and Lucien LaChance, the Speaker of the Dark Brotherhood. Prior to the events of Skyrim, his wife and children were murdered by a Thalmor mage he could not identify, and Malkhai had gone missing. Hungering for revenge, and sure that the Thalmor had something to do with his mother's disappearance, he was determined to hunt the Thalmor down to the very last one, and save his mother if his suspicion about their involvement in her disappearance was correct. He managed to slay quite a few very powerful and skilled Thalmor, but there was one mage that proved to be too powerful for him-- he was defeated, strung up, and sent out to Helgen to be executed. ((blablabla--dragon showed up, "oh my there are dragons coming back to Skyrim--aaah!"--fire, blood,death, escape blablabla))

He's had the Blood of the Wolf since conception, but never considered becoming a full-fledged werewolf until the Companions' tantalizing promise of power that could give him the extra edge he needs to defeat his sworn enemies.

Soon after Ethaniel and Aela become lovers. Though Ethaniel becomes the Harbinger, though he always went to Aela for her advice before making big decisions for the Companions.

A voice begins to call to Ethaniel, usually at night. He dismisses it as the wind whistling through cracks in the home. Eventually, it gets the point he cannot ignore it any longer. He doesn't tell Aela that he is hearing a voice, just says he feels a calling to the north. He thinks he recognizes the voice-- but it couldn't be! He's been dead nearly two-hundred years! (no, I'm so not taking this from Frozen 2! This happened in my head before that movie existed!)

The voice leads him to a house in Windhelm, where he finds a boy named Aventus, doing some weird summoning ritual. He thinks Ethaniel's the Listener and tells him he wants an abusive woman at an orphanage killed. Ethnaiel, having soft spot for kids, does this for him (Blablabla, past the okay but kind of bleh parts of the questline, bla blabla) is reunited with Shadowmere, and then... given a scroll that summons an assassin spirit from the Void that Astrid does not name. She just says he was a great legend of his time (Player does some internal screaming and fangirling because she knows... AAAAAAAAAAH!) But Ethaniel, not realizing who the spirit is, is not anxious to summon him. He saves it for a time he might need help.

Ethaniel returns to Whiterun, tells Aela and the kids they adopted (Lucia and Aventus) that he has restored his family home in Falkreath (Not the Falkreath home you are thinking of, the one I made in Creation Kit that is still a WIP like everything else I ever started!), so it is safe and comfortable for them to live in. During the move, they are attacked by Thalmor. There are so many of them that Ethaniel thinks this is the best time to summon that "Spectral Assassin" (more internal fangirly screaming). The Spectral Assassin makes a dramatic appearance-- the entire area is ignited with red Void fire, which only consumes Ethaniel's enemies and doesn't even singe a hair on his or his family's body. Out from a portal leaps a human figure that wastes no time slicing and dicing through the Thalmor, like it was personal... BECAUSE IT IS EHEHEHEHEHEE! Then, when everything clears, Ethaniel approaches the spectre. He can make out the details of the spirit's face as he gets closer, and when he thinks he recognizes him he is moved to tears. "Father??" He cries The spirit smiles, nods, then says "I live... again." (AAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!) There is no mistaking. Though many imperials of his time sounded like him, for some reason, his had a distinct, gravely purr. It rolled like thunder, and had the power to chill as it turned bones into jelly.

"It is you! It is you!! FATHER!!" And they hug! AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! Not many huge story bits I can think of past this point, except they do find Malkhai and all three of them destroy the Thalmor embassy. Ah, quality family time! Oh, and yes, there's the rest of the DB questline and the main questline, he says "screw you" to the Blades for asking him to kill his dragon friend, they kill Alduin, the end Wait, there is no end, cause Skyrim keeps going ON and ON and ON

Asks:

1. Favorite Tavern: Dead Man's Drink in Falkreath.

2. Favorite Drink: Hot white chocolate with orange/cranberry cream

3. Travel Companion: Lucien LaChance ("Da"), Aela ("

4. Wealthy or not?: Yes, but he doesn't flaunt it in any way, and most of it is spent on the home and warrior stuff.

5. Worships the Aedra or the Daedra?: Daedra, specifically Hircine.

6. Biggest Fear: Death of a loved one.

7. Pet Peeves: Snobbish and racist people.

8. Do they like being dragonborn?: Yes

9. Favorite faction: The Companions

10. An object of sentimental value: The enchanted black cloak that belonged to his father before he passed (the second time). It has a powerful quieting spell that helps him sneak around undetected, and it will not reflect any light so it's always pitch-dark-- very useful for hiding.

11. Hobbies: Cooking, woodcarving, leatherworking, singing, and playing the lute.

12. Favorite city: He hates cities. He prefers small villages, within heavily forested areas, like Falkreath.

#skyrim #lucien lachance #the elder scrolls #the elder scolls skyrim #storywriting with a head cold which feels like I had one imperial stout

[somnolancee]

Amber Eyes

This thing took me 1 week AAAAAAAAA

1 week of insomnias.

Enjoy....

The small place where the clan rested was enveloped by a soft blue night, the Moon illuminating with a thousand fires what surrounded it.

In a corner separated by a small pond covered with water lilies as green as Emeralds, the Master of the Place was silently kneeling in front of a small golden altar, rich with ornaments and offerings. A strong smell of jasmine and honey emanated from the incense sticks that were meticulously arranged in an incense burner.

The latter was praying, some necklaces intertwined in his delicately joined fingers. Head down, his golden eyes closed, he pronounced without a word a stream of words incomprehensible to the ear.

A soft breeze was rising, so soft that it did not manage to extinguish the flames of the few candles which illuminated the place. With his index and middle fingers together, he raised his hands while reciting his prayers. Finally he stood up and bowed his head in thanks to those who had listened to him.   In a split second, one of his fans elegantly extinguished the dozens of scented candles. He sighed slowly and flicked his precious accessory to keep warm. He then turned towards the pond and let himself be caught by his reflection lit by the Ivory Moon. He did not leave his reflection of the eyes, observing himself lost in his thoughts. He continued to fiddle with his necklaces, which broke the flat silence that reigned on the estate.

"-Banoffee...?"

He closed his eyes and turned to the one who had called him, barely perturbed.

"-My sister?"

His voice was soft, almost muffled and masked by the fan he had placed in front of his face so that only his golden pearls could be seen.

"-Am I disturbing you? You looked dreamy..."

He shook his head.

"-I don't have time for this, who is it?  -Someone, there is someone at the entrance of our domain."

Banoffee frowned as he scanned the air with his hand.

"-At such an hour? Has he announced himself? -Not at all my brother. He merely ordered that you introduce yourself, you and you alone."

He snapped his fan, annoyed.

"-He? -I suppose...His voice sounded both weak and yet so sweet."

His face clouded over.

" -Go ahead, I'll take care of it."

She promptly graced him and went to rest, after all it was very late.

Banoffee turned again to the altar and decidedly preoccupied he murmured:

"-My Ancestors had predicted an unexpected guest."

He hurried and nervously made his way to the entrance. He kept tapping three little fan strokes on the tip of his lips, having no idea who could be bothering him at such an hour.

His unconscious was sounding the alarm, but perhaps it was fatigue that was playing tricks on him. For days he had been sleeping little because of a certain anxiety that was threatening him. Moreover, his dreams did not help him to find any rest or even escape.

Banoffee stopped without a sound in front of the big door to which only he and his sisters had the key. He fixed his deliciously sweet hair. Then he held out a hand and made a big movement, which had the effect of opening the door, so that he could observe what was going on inside without anyone being able to enter.

In front of him was a black forest as far as the eye could see. It was so dark that he could not see beyond the tip of his nose. However, he heard some familiar clicking noises. The kind of clicking sounds that are heard when the source of them is in motion.

"-Only a cookie as horrifying as you are would dare to come and disturb me at this hour."

Strangely, although he knew someone was there, there was no one in front of him. He decided to take a step forward, and that's when he heard altered breathing. A strong smell of incense took his nose. A mixture of lavender and mint...curiously sweet. A smell he knew by heart.

Many times this smell had caused him torment and yet, even if he refused to admit it, he loved this intoxicating scent.

Banoffee reached out again and his fingers touched an icy metal bar. It was a scepter. He took a step forward and his foot caught on a mass. At first he thought he had hit a rock, but no, it was a person, looking exhausted and tired.

"-Affogato..."

He struggled to pronounce his name, so much his breath was cut. He abruptly regained his senses and frowned.

"-Get up. -Help me then. -Help yourself to your staff."

The bittersweet man struggled to get up. At that moment Banoffee could finally see him without much difficulty. He covered his face with his fan, too proud to show him his broken face.

He who had always seen Affogato so elegant and extremely well cut in all his forms, he was stunned to see him so disheveled, half hanging on his scepter. He didn't have his iconic smile and penetrating gaze that Banoffee was used to. He unconsciously felt sorry for him.

"-Why come here in the middle of the night?"

Affogato sighed heavily, decidedly out of breath. He seemed to have been running for many minutes or maybe even hours?

"-Do I have your permission to return?"

The clan leader shook his head:

"-You've got a lot of nerve.  -Oh, I wouldn't have asked you for anything in the world if the situation wasn't so critical!"

He arched an eyebrow. He was about to retort when suddenly he saw a...five...no a dozen lights illuminating the forest, followed by the sound of weapons.

Soldiers.

"-Find that snake and bring it back to the King, dead or alive!"

Banoffee hesitated for a moment. He snapped his fan and without thinking, he grabbed the fresh hand of the one whose presence he could no longer tolerate and pulled him towards him. Feeling that the soldiers were getting closer and closer, he tackled the ill-fated man against a wall and covered his mouth so that he would keep quiet. With his free and trembling hand he closed the door quickly and kept silent.

Affogato did not leave his savior's eyes. The latter was looking to the left, too focused on the soldiers to worry about anything else.

"He's gone!  -Are you sure? I'm sure I saw him come in here!"

He recognized Caramel Arrow's voice.

"Maybe he's inside, but we can't check!"

The first Watcher sighed loudly.

"Let's go back to the citadel, there's no point."

He waited patiently for the Royal Guard to leave and sighed with relief before removing his hand from Affogato's mouth and glaring at him. The latter rubbed his mouth. The pearl necklaces having not left the hands of its carrier, had found themselves pressed against his lips. Not very pleasant indeed.

They stood there looking at each other, the bittersweet Cookie still pressed against the wall, clutching his precious scepter in front of the one who had saved him from this mess. This last one did not leave him of the eyes.  Although outwardly he was bubbling, Affogato could see incomprehension and concern in his eyes.

He then took the opportunity to look him up and down. Banoffee was dressed in his clan leader's outfit, a particularly elegant and refined outfit. He rarely saw him in these clothes and yet it was one of his guilty pleasures when he had the opportunity to see him like this. He almost regretted that it was night.

Banoffee sighed loudly and stepped back, giving the intruder enough space to leave. He opened his fan and covered his face, embarrassed. He did not silla, leaving Affogato free to leave. The exile tried not to let anything show but he could not strut as he used to do. He was dragging his feet, struggling to walk. He had barely advanced a few meters when he felt a soft, warm hand clutching his wrist.

He turned around, shocked and lost. Banoffee didn't let him react and he pulled him dryly with him, still with his fan stuck to his face. He made his way through the bamboo and cherry blossoms. In spite of the suffocating darkness, the adrenalin helped him to see clearly without too much trouble.

Again his unconsciousness was alarmed and he hastened to bury his new guest in the building in front of which they were. He closed quickly the screen and breathed:

"-Toffee what do you want? Isn't it time for you to sleep? -Who was that at the entrance? I heard voices."

He tilted his head toward his sister without taking his eyes off the wooden screen.

"-A wanderer, lost. I showed him the way he wanted to go. -Oh, good."

She started back on her way.

"-My sister. -Yes Banoffee? -Would you be so kind as to drop off a bowl of sweets here please?" He pointed to the terrace.

His sister nodded and he thanked her. He then watched her walk away, then rushed inside the building.

"-These are your apartments... -Is there a problem with that? -Not at all...You who are rather intimate, it is simply surprising. -Believe me I wish I hadn't let you in at all."

Affogato replied with a stifled laugh.

"-So why did you do it?"

Banoffee ignored him and ordered him to sit down, pointing to the seat in front of him. With the help of his scepter, the cookie settled down painfully and sighed.

"-I've never seen you in such a state."

He flicked his fan, casually looking away, while his interlocutor quickly combed his sweet hair into a bun. A few strands were still sticking out, but it still looked better.

"-Make yourself more comfortable, don't you think ?"

Affogato shrugged and put down his scepter and removed his fur. Banoffee flicked his eyes back and forth between his hands.

"-Are you not taking off your gloves? -... "

He pulled his hands back, defensively. The dancer found this suspicious. He stared straight into his eyes, without blinking once.

"And if I order you to?"

Affogato did not react. The host then slammed his fan and in an excess of annoyance, took his wrist and removed his glove. His eyes widened.

It was easy for Affogato to justify wearing these gloves. The temperatures were harsh in the Kingdom, so it was good to be well covered.

He murmured in surprise:

"-Your hands..."

The bittersweet cookie removed his second glove with his teeth, a falsely mocking look hanging from his face.

His hands were covered in scars, probably burns and some were similar to whip marks. Banoffee was still holding his hand, bewildered by what was before him. Affogato gently removed his hand from his grip and stroked it casually.

"-Nothing serious, these scars are pretty old."

Banoffee was silent. The rest was none of his business. But he was still disturbed.

Without a word, the dancer walked back to the screen and opened it so that he could pass a container through it. With one hand he pulled out the bowl of sweets and put it on the table. He then looked Affogato straight in the eyes.

" -Eat."

He did not retort and took a candy. Banoffee didn't take his eyes off him, so he probably didn't notice the compassionate, almost touching look on his face.

"-I don't remember there being any of these sweets in the citadel."

Affogato shook his head.

"-Only bitter food, oh if you only knew!"

Falsely exasperated, he flashed a smile that the cookie could not see because of his fan.

"-The Kingdom is still as true to itself as I see."

Affogato picked up a candy and rolled it towards his host. The latter stared at the candy, lost.

"You look tired too."

Banoffee took the candy with a reserved look and nodded briefly.

"-You can't sleep? Is something bothering you?  -None of your business!"

The exiled man let out a sigh.

"-What can you be unpleasant..."

Banoffee braced himself, something he wasn't used to doing. Probably the lack of sleep that was intensifying more and more.

He heard his interlocutor put something on the table and then curious, he took his head out of his fan.

The bowl of sweets was now on the floor. On the table was a small doll, probably handmade. It looked like Banoffee. The latter turned red.

"Don't tell me it's...! -Yes, it's a voodoo doll."

While he stared at him, shocked, Affogato took the little rag doll and cuddled it affectionately.

"-I went to great lengths to make it look just like you, I absolutely wanted it to look like you, you know! It's as beautiful as you are, hahaha!  -You're really the person I hate the most in this world, Affogato."

He merely laughed.

"I haven't used it yet, if you must know. -I don't care! The very act is shameful.  -I was just bored, that's all. -There was a more varied choice though. There's no shortage of enemies with you. -But I wanted to have a little effigy of you with me."

Banoffee slammed his fist, offended and embarrassed.

"-Ridiculous! -You should be flattered, you who love being the center of attention."

He flashed him his smile, while the dancer continued to rant. 

A few minutes later, after a long silence, the glance of Affogato was veiled a moment.

He took delicately his staff and then he began to make it turn in a very precise and mastered rhythm.

"-Tell me little bird..."

He felt his ears redden. To hear this nickname from the mouth of this snake horrified him, even if without knowing too much why, in a certain sense he liked it.

He took again his fan and with this last, closed, he tapped the end of his lips.  Affogato did not leave him time to answer and continued:

"You're doing well in hypnosis, aren't you? I've never really seen you do it. -What are you getting at? You'd like to know if I've... -Oh no, if you had taken the risk of hypnotizing me I would have known."

He smiled at him. He continued to wave his scepter around. His tone had also changed. His voice had softened and he spoke more slowly but clearly. He was in complete control of his attitude.

"-But what about you?  -Me?"

Too tired Banoffee, didn't really understand what was going on.

"-Have you never been hypnotized? -I'm not receptive to that. -Oh everyone is, in one way or another. -Would you like to bet? -It would be my pleasure."

Affogato put an elbow on the table and held his head with his hand, not taking his eyes off Banoffee. The latter did not let him out of his sight either. The ex-royal advisor snapped his scepter and then the head of the domain felt heavy. 

Affogato hissed some words that they did not understand but from then on, his sight began to be blurred and he let himself fall delicately on the ground where he fell asleep.

Affogato burst out laughing.

"-I told you so. Everyone is receptive."

He continued to enjoy this little moment.

"-I always dreamed of having total control over you my little bird!"

However he hadn't done it for any nefarious or specific purpose. He just wanted to have fun with his dear "friend".

He snapped his finger.

"-Banoffee, Banoffee, wake up..."

The latter woke up still hidden behind his fan. He looked away as if embarrassed.

Affogato felt that he was not totally under hypnosis, decidedly his spirit was rather strong.

He took a honeyed voice.

"-Banoffee look at me"

He looked at him. His golden eyes were shining brightly.

"I love it when you look at me, you know...

Banoffee closed his fan and turned it to his right cheek. It meant "yes". But Affogato did not understand the language of fans. It was a rare language that was not well known to cookies. Banoffee knew it perfectly and used it with joy.

He opened his accessory again, which falsely annoyed his interlocutor. He stretched out his hand towards him:

" -Give me your fan. "

The dancer showed an almost panicked and frightened expression. He tightened his fan against him. Affogato came closer to him, still staring into his eyes and unconsciously Banoffee gave it to him, reluctantly.

"-Finally I can enjoy seeing your whole face. What a pity to hide it all the time."

With a sudden gesture he pushed the table to the left, so that he could get closer to the hypnotized. Banoffee stepped back, still not very reassured.   "What are you doing?  -You seem to be somewhat resistant to hypnosis spells. You're not supposed to talk..."

"Unless I'm dealing with his unconscious directly..." he thought.

He stretched out his hand towards the dancer's face, but the latter pushed it away with a clap. Affogato remade the gesture and Banoffee of same. He amused himself again and again, then finally stopped, laughing.

"Why are you laughing? -I find it amusing to see this side of your personality. You who usually are so pretentious.  -Give me back my fan... -Only if you answer some questions."

He gave him a surprised look.

"-And it's not like you have a choice, I still have a minimum of control over your mind. -... -Of course you'll tell me the whole truth."

They were silent for a moment, still sitting on the floor, facing each other. Affogato relaxed and took on a more...pained look. Either way he could say and do whatever he wanted, Banoffee would have no memory of it in the end.

"-Is it true that I'm the person you hate most in the world? -It was true."

Banoffee would answer from the floor without displaying any expression. He simply looked at the ground, his eyes blank as the one who had hypnotized him opened his mouth in surprise.

"-Was? -Yes."

He let out a smile and buried his head a little more in his arms. Affogato moved closer, head bent, trying to catch his eye, smiling.

"What changed? -You were just...there. -How?"

The dancer sighed.

"-No one ever came here or around.  -Yet you never liked me spying on you. -I finally got the taste for it. When you stopped coming, I..."

He paused as if something was stuck. Affogato had almost forgotten that he was under hypnosis.

"-It was because of your plan, wasn't it?"

The exiled man nodded.

"-Why didn't you tell the King? You knew everything I was going to do, and you could benefit from it. -Because I didn't care. You could do whatever you wanted, it didn't concern me. -Yet I told you that I would destroy your clan. -Would you really do that?"

Banoffee looked him straight in the eye, waiting for an answer. Affogato smiled.

"-No."

The dancer looked away, without a word. The caffeinated cookie pulled out the voodoo doll again.

"-Take it."

Banoffee resisted.

"-Keep it. -Why?"

The dancer blushed slightly, embarrassed.

"I don't want it."

Affogato thought he understood what he meant so he put it away for good.

"I promise I won't use it against you. -You'd better not."

The guest noticed that Banoffee was slowly falling into the arms of Morpheus. He patted his cheek with his finger.

"You're falling asleep. -Impossible I have not slept for several days... -Insomnia? -Simply dead of worry...But, I think I'm better now.  -Banoffee..."

Although he wasn't used to it, Affogato was feeling strangely tired too. His thoughts were starting to play tricks on him.

He leaned closer and closer to his interlocutor. Their faces were only a few millimeters away from each other. They remained thus to look at themselves in the eyes, without a word, but Affogato took again his spirits.

"-No he is under hypnosis, that is not right."

He took his hand and placed a quick kiss on it before handing over his fan.

"-Thank you... -Affogato..."

Affogato looked up at him, dumbfounded. Banoffee opened his fan and fluttered it near his heart, smiling. He did not understand, surely a movement that was part of the language of this accessory. He stretched his hand towards Banoffee's bed and said calmly:

"-Go and rest please."

Banoffee slowly got up and Affogato did the same. Suddenly, the deliciously sweet cookie grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards the bed.

"-You're tired too. -Coffee cookies don't need to sleep."

Banoffee pouted.

"-Sleep with me please...  -Haaaa, fine..."

Inwardly, he was sweating. Banoffee was certainly going to kill him out of hypnosis, although he would have no memory of what happened.

Banoffee lay down with his back to his "friend". He fell asleep immediately. Affogato took the opportunity to whisper in his ear.

"The hypnosis will end when you wake up." And he snapped his fingers.

He untied his hair and lay down on his back, thinking. It was impossible for him to sleep, so he amused himself by running his fingers through the hair of his neighbor. 

He ended up falling asleep about ten minutes later.

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