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pearlywritings · 3 months

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Dr Ratio nsfw alphabet

tw: female reader, protected sex, edging, body worship, semi-public sex, kinda power play, Veritas is a switch

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He is aware he can go a little harsh sometimes. So the first thing he always does is move you from whatever position you are in into the one where you face him, bringing your foreheads close and making you match your breath with his to calm down. He is usually on a quieter side, but will ask if you need anything specific, different from your usual aftercare routine. Which never goes without taking a bath. He either lets you laze in bed or brings you to the bathroom with him while filling up the tube - depending on how badly he’s exhausted you. Once in the water, he thoroughly washes you, then lets you do the same to him - and it really shows how much he loves you, otherwise he wouldn’t have trusted you with the process of cleaning his body.

After or before the sessions where he is on a more subbing side, he’d really appreciate it if you'd give him a small massage - the man is stressed, even though he doesn’t show it, knowing he will be taken care off, soothes his mind.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Is it a surprise that it is the brain? This man is literally attracted to intelligence. Close second is your lips. It’s astonishing to him how your mouth can both speak out of brilliance and spew out the stupidest nonsense there is. And it’s incredibly satisfying to shut you up with a firm kiss on your lips with his fingers holding your face in place. Or vice versa when you hook your thumbs into the chest window to grab his shirt and drag him closer to smash your lips into his because he talks too much.

On himself… I’d say the brain too. Plus I feel like his arms. He is well-built, and has strong muscular arms - he literally shows off one of them, unclothed. Not to mention the statues he summons - their poses bring attention to the arms immediately. Besides, such physical strength allows him to maneuver your body however he desires, especially when his patience runs thin and words are not enough anymore.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

As much as Veritas doesn’t like messiness, while having sex it’s very hard to avoid. He’s got accustomed to two sweaty bodies held close together (the touch-starved side of him simply won), he even stopped complaining about the sheets that have to be changed every time you end up in bed, but when it comes to cum…

While railing you he’d prefer finishing in a condom, but with enough convenience and your endurance of him rolling his pretty eyes, he might go raw and finish on your backside/thighs. In oral he’d rather hold back once you bring him close to orgasm and finish after thoroughly fucking you, or, if you are willing, in your mouth.

In your case though, he is more gracious, fully aware that you might not have the same control over your body, just don’t be surprised when after he’s eaten you out or your juices drenched his pelvis from your orgasm, he reaches for a towel to wipe himselfs.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

You know boudoir photography, right? This man thinks bigger. Not even a huge oil painting, no. A statue. A statue that depicts an intimate moment of yours, your intertwined bodies, every curve of the body and fold on the sheets covering some parts of your body carved in marble perfectly…

He doesn’t bring it up because it might require posing and you might not be ready for this. And because he has a tiiiny fear at the back of his head about expressing openly this side of him that’s reserved for you only. Oh, and maybe because he thinks those intertwined stone bodies of yours might look better with the wedding rings…

Big chance he’ll eventually bring it up.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

If you are his partner and came as far as having sex, it means he is very serious about your relationship and that you are his first. Veritas, most likely, didn’t even entertain the thought of getting into the relationship. But even the brightest minds may face their own miscalculations and here he is, with the best woman, whose body he’ll get to explore. Yes, at the beginning of your relationship he was lacking practice when it came to intimacy, but he is an extremely quick learner with the right theory. His natural observance and phenomenal memory made it easy for him to find and remember all of your erogenous zones (more than you were aware of) and become a master in yet another field.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He has a preference for ones where he gets to claim your lips whenever he wants. He fancies being in control, but doesn’t mind passing the reins to you. Lotus flower and missionary are usually his ways to go for slower times, perfect for closeness and staying in once finished; for the times with more tension in the air, he’d pin you to the wall, completely lifting you off the ground and drilling his dick into your warm walls or would provoke you to push him in his chair and ride that attitude out of him right there in his office.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He is serious, no doubt. More often than not, for him sex is proving a point to you, relieving the tension, getting rid of stress and these things are not to be joked about. If anything, if you were to joke in the middle of it, he’d scoff, giving you an incredulous look, but ultimately decide to shut you up with a kiss or fingers, or shove his spit-covered cock back into your mouth.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Completely clean. He prefers it all shaved off. On a rare occasion you manage to catch a glimpse of his sleeping pants hanging a bit low, revealing a patch of hair he hasn’t yet had an opportunity to get rid of, and you are assured that violet is his hair’s natural color.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

To a man of Veritas’s world perception romance and all these feelings can be explained by science. Yes, he is probably not the man who’d throw rose petals on top of some extremely fancy sheets or won’t declare his love every single thrust of his hips, but one thing is certain - when he is with you, his whole attention is only on you. His eyes are on you, his lips are on you, his hands, his chest, his everything. You are the center of his world in the moment and he expects the same treatment in return.

However, when it comes to taking baths together - either after sex or it being what started sex in the first place - he goes a little extra. There might be some candles to help you both relax, bubbles, nice oils. But also taking care of each other, taking turns with hair, body and everything. Might also read to you in that deep soothing voice of his while you laze with you head on his chest.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Like every healthy man Veritas masturbates. It doesn’t happen often and now there is you, should he need to take the edge off, yet it is the fact. There was a period when you had a hate-tolerable relationship and you managed to drive him so insane with that smart mouth of yours that he felt both repulsed and attracted. And as his hand fisted his hard, leaking cock, he couldn’t push away the fantasies of putting his irritating lovely colleague in place.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Voice kink. Surprisingly, he has it, but only for the sound of your voice specifically. Since he is with you, obviously he mainly enjoys the things you have to say. Then comes the realization that he also enjoys the way you say them. And then, when sex finally becomes a part of your relationship, he can’t help but fuck you a bit harder whenever a particularly delicious moan escapes your parted lips. Plus it sends the blood to his dick whenever you praise him, gently combing your fingers through his hair and whispering into his ear how amazing he is.

Edging. Since this man is a little shit, and sex can be a result of your prior argument, he’d be torturing you with intense stimulation until he sees the telltale signs of your nearing orgasm and stops altogether just to rile you up more. When the tables are turned he performs colossal patience, lying through his greeted teeth that no, he is not annoyed you denied him relief, after all, it’d be unnecessary mess (meanwhile you with your stupid all-knowing smirk gaze at his twitching cock with an angry red tip).

Body worship. During the slower intimate moments Veritas can’t lie to himself that he doesn’t like the way your palms slide over his shoulders and arms, kneading tense muscles. That his breath doesn’t hitch when you kiss the side of his jaw and then trail pecks down his strong neck, and then lower. That his pride doesn’t stir when you have that look in your eyes as you are gazing at his body. Though he might ask tauntingly if your brain stopped working when you stay silent for too long. Won’t blush once you start worshiping him verbally too, but satisfaction will be obvious.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Home, it’s the most comfortable and logical place. Bed, bath, sofa, table - as long as it works, it’s alright.

But it’s not uncommon to happen in his office at the Intelligentsia Guild. Luckily for both of you, Veritas happened to be very forward-thinking and the room is pretty much soundproof and can’t be unlocked that easily. But then again, not many people would be brave enough to bother him. Sure, it’ll leave you both breathless and messy, but Dr Ratio would grumble about it afterwards, while fixing himself. Right in the moment all his thoughts channel to just one thing - you.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Concentration. I’m not joking - the look of utter concentration and dedication on your face is basically the equivalent of sexy for him. Also then you argue with him. Like a whole oral battle, defending your own opinion on the matter, providing him proofs that back up your point. It just all goes to the moment where the tension is so thick and your mutual stubbornness is making it impossible to bend the scales in either direction, that it becomes dire to resolve it through physical contact.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t harm you. Well, putting some strain on your muscles in one of the positions, or smacking your ass/hip are alright, but nothing that involves heavily beating or cutting you.

Also nothing filthily messy. Like watersports.

Won’t share you with anyone. Yes, no one deserves someone like you, and no, he is not potentially jealous.

And please, for the sake of Nous, don’t call him Doctor or Sir while fucking. He deals with stupid students of his and other people on a daily basis and these titles are associated with very unpleasant encounters to him. He’d rather be called by his name or whatever sappy nickname you came up with for your lover.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Doesn’t have a preference, but would appreciate it if you were the one to take care of him. Would also love it slow, with your tongue lapping at the tip of his length, lips wrapping around the girth and thumb and index finger wrapping around the base, while the fingers of your free hand play with your pussy, stretching yourself for him.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Depends on what sparked the love-making. His thrust can be powerful, precise and deep. He doesn’t need to be fast to prove his point, he can drive you insane with the same stone-like resolve. You can cling and scratch at his back all you want, you can keep moaning and whining underneath or even on top of him - he knows it’ll be his way in any case.

When you are in charge, his response is slower and more sensual, even if it’s just a rhythmic clench of his fingers on your hip. If you are riding him he rarely complains about the pace you decide to proceed with, both leisurely drag of your walls up and down his cock and quick loud smacking of skin to skin have the same finale.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He wants to say he doesn't like them, because the consequences are messy, but… they do happen. He'd blame you for causing it, but, well, if he really didn't want this to happen, he would've put his foot down. Yet he willingly accepted and succumbed to it and now has to do something with his puffy lips and messy hair before his next class starts.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

In the beginning you both experimented to find the middle ground on what your intimate life is most favorable like, he probably has something akin to a list of what kind of sexual intercourse is most efficient for the exact situation in his head.

Quickies in his office are a risk, true, but the amount of precaution taken is amazing. After all, he’d never do anything that would ruin his or your image. Even if he could care less of what those surrounding him have to say, it’s such a headache to resolve the consequences of being caught getting freaky.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He has great stamina, but usually doesn’t go beyond 1, rarely 2 rounds. Why would he exert himself? Instead of additional “exercise” you could spend this time more productively.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Skeptical about them being used on him, but if you own or use any, he wouldn’t mind. After all, sometimes your schedules might not match and you are just one horny human.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Usually it’s not on purpose, he is just an annoying man and his attitude tend to slip into the bedroom, but sometimes it is his intentions to torture you, edging and denying you further pleasure to test your limits (and patience).

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not very loud. Satisfied sighs, rushed pants and breathy moans. Hums when you do something he particularly likes. Gets louder when he is relaxed and not the one doing all the work, but it also means there will be some Dr Ratio-style teasing remarks and attempts to hold a full ass conversation. You can always just shut him up with a kiss though.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Lone water drops fall from the tips of violet locks, hitting wide shoulders, strong chest and back and running in small trails down to disappear in the plush of the white towel, hanging on chiseled hips. Veritas’s body was truly sculpted by the higher powers, because no man can be this perfect and mouth-watering in image.

When the man clears his throat, you realize that you are staring at the abs you love so much, with his sleeping pants he asked to pass still clenched in your hands. Your eyes meet his vibrant ones, and with the way his dark eyebrow arches it’s apparent that he’s expecting an explanation, and why would you deny him one?

“You are handsome,” shrugging your shoulders, you speak the truth, finally moving into his direction again. “And I love how enticing you look after a bath.”

“Is that so?” A low hum vibrates in his throat, his expression unchanging and eyes still boring into your frame when he gets a hold on his clothes. “Or are you just horny?”

“Maybe I am, maybe I am not,” you smile, finding the twitch of his lips so funny. “It’s not like you are going to find out. You’ve just taken a bath.”

“There is no harm in taking one more,” a hand is on your waist, fingers crumpling the fabric of your chemise. “But before even assuming that this conversation might take a turn, I would rather have this question answered by you properly. So… Are you horny?”

You think it’s unnecessary to ask again, given the fact that your hard nipples poke through the thin material and thighs are clenched together, and that shiver that ran down your spine when he grabbed you… But Veritas wouldn’t be himself, if he wasn’t like this.

“I am,” you admit, putting your palms onto his pectorals, groping them softly and biting back a laugh at how quickly the slither of repulse appeared and disappeared on his face. “And what are you going to do about it?”

“Should I do anything?” Yet he takes a step back, using the hand holding pants to push the door behind him open; the other hand still laying on your waist makes you take a step too. “It’s not my fault you can’t control your urges.”

“Isn’t it though? It’s you who are making me all hot and bothered,” this time you take the first step forward and he is the one to follow until you both are in the bathroom. “Don’t you think that taking responsibility is the right thing you should do? Come on, love…” your smile turns teasing and voice acquires that taunting lilt that rarely fails to excite him. “Admit you want it too.”

Your lover remains silent, though the pants are tossed onto the vanity and the second hand joins its twin on your waist. He leans down and you catch the dearly familiar scent of his body wash and shampoo, before his head dips and your lips are claimed by his. To shut you up, of course.

Not a minute later your nightwear ends up on the vanity too, soon followed by his towel and your panties.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Around 6.2 inches when erect, quite thick with a nice vein running on the left side, curves to the left a little. Looks as good as the rest of the man.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Isn’t really high, can easily go a couple of weeks without it as long as there is at least some physical contact with you (taking baths together, sitting on the sofa together with your legs thrown over his and his palm resting on your knee, as you both are nose deep in your books/laptops, gentle pat on his elbow when you sense his annoyance, fingers touching as you sleep, etc.)

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Has his own ritual of reading a little before he ultimately goes to sleep. Can stay in one position for long, so he won’t mind if you fall asleep on his shoulder or chest while he is still awake.

If cuddling, he doesn’t have a preference between a big and a small spoon, he can do both. It really depends on the mood and doesn’t happen every night.

Oh, and by the way, it really isn’t uncommon for you to fall asleep on the respective sides of the bed with just your fingers touching in the middle or not having contact at all.

#honkai star rail x reader #hsr x reader #dr ratio x reader #dr ratio x fem!reader #veritas ratio x reader #hsr smut #moonlit pearl stories

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blue-jisungs · 1 year

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Hii ⭐

Txt with an idol s/o

Can u write this? 😸

you’re an idol ♡

a/n. hello anon! sorry you had to wait for so long, i hope u like it though!! i kind of wanted to write it as well but you gave me the perfect opportunity hehe

you can also find enha version here!! :D

┆彡 YEONJUN [ 연준 ]

oh boy

first of all (and everyone saw it coming)… he absolutely devours your group’s choreos

like okay you’re his gf blah blah but he still will outshine you in the tiktoks you’re making because of your comebacks 😔

and also?? he’s always the first person ever to film a tiktok challenge w u and vice versa…. like your song could be out for only one hour and there’s already a tiktok of u two dancing (nooo not suspicious at all wdym)

other than that he’s such a sweetheart :(

he knows when you’re recording in the studio and will always make sure to drop by and bring you snacks/drinks, even if your company is on the other side of the town

or when he can’t get there in person he’ll send an uber to you with some food with cute sticky notes attached (“fighting! <3”)

and oh boy dating him means that you have access to his closet *-*

so while your fans call you an fashion icon, yeonjun is rolling his eyes at the fact that those are literally his clothes (“i styled them though!” “but y/n–?!”)

takes u on cute lil days usually in the evening and you’re the one who takes his candid pics to post on instagram username yawnzzn 😄😄😄😄😄

and if you have private insta you post pics that he took of you as well ^_^ but if you have an official acc you just wait a bit with posting so the fans won’t be able to connect the dots too quickly

and and :( he’s so cute like!! “yeah there was (your fav group) comeback right?? and they were on inkigayo, right??” *casually whips out a signed album* “oh and also i got (your bias)’s phone number and i gave them yours, they told me they’ll call you!!! i said you’d love to meet up and maybe film a challenge?”

fainting rn

will get jealous tho if u keep blabbing abt your bias so please cover him in kisses n cuddle w him :)

┆彡 SOOBIN [ 수빈 ]

papa bunny is treating you like one of his members

he can be sweet sometimes too 🙄

but most of the time he’ll scold u if you’re not sleeping/eating/resting enough… and also if you’re skipping practices

he’ll snitch to your leader?? or manager??

like tf.

but he’s so so cute :(

if you happen to have comebacks in similar time, you always end up opening each other’s albums!!

or even if it’s for example you, you’ll watch him open all the versions of the albums

bc he’s a fanboy. and you know it he’ll be your fanboy too <3

however filming tiktoks w him when you have a challenge… yeah good luck.

but it only takes one “oh okay i’ll go ask yeonjun then–“ and he’s there shaking his ass

he’ll be grumpy later tho 🙄

(“how could u even think of asking him when i’m your boyfriend!!!!!”)

fans think you’re really really close friends (esp if you’re under hybe too) so they’re like

“oh look!! y/n attended txt’s concert!! their friendship is so so cute!!”

and then you’re making out backstage… yeah cute friendship indeed :)

also expect him to tear up if you’re tearing up on a stage or at home bc you’re so overwhelmed by your fans support :( he just can’t help it + he’s super proud of u

┆彡 BEOMGYU [ 범규 ]

cutie patootie on the highest levels :”)

just like soobin – he’s iu fanboy so ofc he’ll be yours too!!! will attend your concerts, have your light stick and pc collection

obv he’s acting like he doesn’t

in private you often sing each other’s songs

and he’d cover some of them on guitar ^_^

he’s constantly singing your songs underneath his breath

will even dance randomly, sometimes during to x do and the boys r like —.—

takes care of you….. you’re constantly on his mind, he’s so thoughtful

he’ll see one (1) bruise and right away inspect if you’re not going too hard on yourself <\\3

also gossips abt you with your band members 😑

and they send him pics of you when you’re not looking 😑😑

you both are trying your best to be careful abt your relationship but the fans are a little suspicious after you quite often… reference him or his lines

and he’s,,, well, himself and doesn’t really care

so sooner or later fans figure out lol!

but it’s not that bad actually <\\3

┆彡 TAEHYUN [ 태현 ]

realistically speaking he’ll be the smartest with your relationship like no way in hell people would figure out

but he’s so cute help i love him sm :(

he carries a key chain of your representative animal near his keys and just!!! <\\3

he’ll take such good care of you too like 🥹

he knows it all abt taking care of your vocals and body esp when you’re working hard

so he’s pops in to your studio with warm water with honey and straight on acts like it just? fell from the sky?

“idk what do you mean i did not prepare this and carry just for you?? you’re so delusional sometimes i just found it on the street 😑 but drink it all”

yeah sure 🥰

and kind of bullies you intro working out but in the end working out with him is fun so you don’t mind :D

not only your fans are falling in love w u more and more hehehe but also tae also takes care of you after a harsh work out session so…. <3

and he’ll never admit but he loves your songs!! often uses some of them as a warm up or just hums then when he’s alone

will know a lot of choreos of yours as well but he’d rather die than say it out loud

but when he’s with guys tho

(he thinks it’s not that noticeable but it so is)

also if your company sucks ass he will not hesitate to do something about it – whether i’m person, email them or even hire someone to act on it 😳

mans got money, okay? and balls too. and also huge huge love for you 😌 so he’ll do whatever it takes if your comfort is being threatened

┆彡 HUENING KAI [ 휴닝카이 ]

dispatch announced u as a couple and honestly this is the best outcome bc kai would have spilled it anyways

and needless to say you are like everyone’s fav :(

let’s be real, you two are cuties patooties so i’m not even surprised ^_^

fans set matching pfps of your pics :(

and kai is such a sweetheart he started collecting plushies of your representative animal and if you have a plushie (like bt21, skzoo) of you then he’ll just buy every single one that comes out + clothes :(

sleeps w them too :( esp when one of you is on a tour <\\3

oh and also on tours :( you’ll play on nintendos, animal crossing or something and leave notes for each other

or face time while you play and kai zones out sometimes bc he keeps staring at u and thinking how much he misses u instead of playing ☹️

you have the access card to each others companies (if you’re not in hybe) and the staff there is just 🧍‍♀️

loves you to death but is jealous how often you text and hang out with his sisters

esp if you film a tiktok with them first?? and then him?? offended (at least 20 kisses are needed to make him happy again)

carries your pcs everywhere!! wallet, phone case, attached to his bag in those cute little holders

supports u on the FULLEST ?!

sends trucks w coffees or snacks at your filming locations, attends your concerts, goes to events w you and promotes your songs on weverse :”)

[ masterlist <3 ]

taglist. @geniejunn ,, @luvhyun3 ,, @starlostseungmin ,, @elviransworld ,, @jnks6r ,, @sieunsgf ,, @ethereallino ,, @laylasbunbunny ,, @duolingofanaccount ,, @slytherinshua ,, @stxrseungs ,, @ka-ni-ma ,, @iliveforlixie ,, @ameliesaysshoo ,, @dazzlingligth ,, @mark-geolli ,, @l3visbby ,, @w3bqrl ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @yourfavoritefreakyhan ,, @cinnamoroxie ,, @kazmura ,, @primoppang

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p1utofairy · 8 months

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PAC: “i get so weak in the knees, i can hardly speak. i lose all control and something takes over me…” 💌⏳🦢🍸

• how does your crush currently feel about you?

disclaimer ✩: 18+ mature themes. here's something to kick off fall 🍂 take what resonates, leave what doesn’t. enjoy!

pile 1 📩 —

heyyy pile 1! let's jump right into your reading 🤗 i'm already hearing that you think about your crush A LOT like you can't get them off your mind even if you tried and they feel the exact same way. you two mirror each other so if you feel intensely about them, they're also feeling intensely about you even if they don't convey that outwardly (i.e. their facial expressions/body language) i feel like they’re not used to having a huge crush on someone, it usually just kinda…happens for them??? like they don't usually have to put a lot of work in to make someone fall for them (bc i'm visually seeing that they're pretty damn attractive) but that's not gonna cut it with you — they just can't get by on their looks. you're big on taking your time to get to know someone and building up that level of trust and respect. you carry yourself very well pile 1 and that's really what made them do a double take when they first saw you. you're 1 of 1 — they've never seen anyone like you before. i'm hearing that some of you may look exotic or people tell you that you resemble a specific celebrity a lot? idk but just know you get the blood rushing through their veins lol they can't help but feel excited when they're around you, yet they barely know you which is the crazy part. they feel like they know you but they don't…and that's what so intriguing to them. stranger by jhené aiko is coming to mind, “i know ya face, i know ya name but i don't know you? isn't that crazy? isn't that crazy?” you may judge them at first and already think the worst like “oh i bet they’re a player!” but don’t jump to conclusions! give it a chance. they may actually surprise you and treat you like royalty, cause i feel a lot of adoration coming from their end…even though they know little to nothing about you. i want you around by snoh aalegra is playing in my head, “it's somethin' 'bout the way you stare into my eyes. i know that i don't make things clear. i fall for you every time i try to resist you.” they’re gonna fall hard for you pile 1. they’re definitely going to want to get serious and make this official which will shock you both, because of how fast things will just come together naturally. AHHH I LOVE IT.

other channeled messages:

whoa by snoh aalegra, kiss me thru the phone by soulja boy ft. sammie, tattoos, glasses, scorpio placements/scorpio moon, wifey, bright smile, almond shaped eyes, petite figure, girl of my dreams, kissin’ on my tattoos by august alsina, u are my high by dj snake & future, prominent air sign placements

pile 2 ⚖️ —

hiiiii pile 2 💓 right away i’m hearing that your crush feels like you’re unattainable? you might be really popular or a naturally social person that everyone clings to, and they find this a bit intimidating. they don’t know how to approach you – they've been trying to figure out how to get your attention but little do they know that they already have it. y'all might have a dynamic like summer and seth from ‘the O.C.’ and/or stiles and lydia from ‘teen wolf’ aw when they find out you like them back it'll most likely catch them off guard like “who?! ME?!” lol they’re so cute. you’re very dreamy to them, they'll damn near start drooling when you’re in close proximity to them…i’m also hearing that they love the way you dress. you show just enough to let their imagination wander lol idk if they wanted me to say that cause i can see their cheeks getting red and them getting all flustered 🤣 let me just say that they respect you so much! they’ll feel so lucky to finally get to know you on a personal level because they’ve been inquiring about you for awhile now. you’ll be everything that they dreamed of plus more & vice versa. there’s definitely a best friend dynamic at the root of this connection, you both will be able to be yourselves unapologetically when you're together. i feel sooo much warmth and comfort. idk why belly and jeremiah from ‘the summer i turned pretty’ just popped up in my head lol but yeah they will love holding you gently and staring into your eyes longingly 😩 SO ADORBS.

other channeled messages:

the cool girl & the gamer boy, no idea by don toliver, just talk to her dude, victor from corpse bride, timothée chalamet, bilingual, hit different by sza ft. ty dolla $ign, my forever boy, good days by sza, skateboarding

pile 3 ⚓️ —

pile 333 💫 what's up!!! i channeled a song for y'all already, come over by aaliyah is coming in strongly. “i know you're asleep but you're on my mind and i'm wide awake and i wanna stop by.” ooo there’s a very sensual vibe between you and your crush, a lot of sexual attraction and tension i'm picking up. you two would make a great looking couple — a lot of people will be looking at you two when you're interacting with each other. it's like “can those two get a room already and just fuck” LMAOOO some will be hating but others will just be admiring like damn i wish i had that. i feel like your crush makes you act really shy lol you try to muster up the courage to look them in the eye and be bold but you fold every time lol i’m hearing them say “don’t be shy baby” 😩 your crush knows what they're doingggggg omg they just love to tease you. a couple that's coming to mind is joey and pacey from ‘dawson's creek’ you may not have paid them much mind initially but one day something clicked and you were like damn…i really like them. it might take a little minute for y'all to officially get together but once you two do…WHEW. i told y'all the sexual tension is through the roof — i’m hearing this is that 90’s r&b type of love. a lot of slow burn and building up to the real thing. they think so much about what it'll be like to finally be able to hold you, kiss you and treat you properly. you evoke a lot of inspiration, motivation and passion in them pile 3 <3

other channeled messages:

halfcrazy by musiq soulchild, take a picture it'll last longer, lavender haze by taylor swift, muse by partynexydoor, capricorn placements/capricorn venus, you're like my own personal brand of heroin - edward cullen (lol)

#pac #pick a card #pick a pile #pick a card reading #love pac #intuitive reading #pac reading #love reading #energy reading #tarot reading #tarot #tarot pac #pac tarot #p1utofairy

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luffyvace · 2 months

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HEYYYY!! how are you?? i hope you’re doing well ❤️❤️

i was wondering if you could do a headcanon/story where reader is like the daughter of Dracule Mihawk but like she(or gender neutral) never met her mom, so when she was growing up Boa Hancock was like their cool auntie that she learned how to be a woman (doing makeup,painting nails, finding her style ect.)

ONLY IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE THO, BTW I LOVEE YOUR WRITING 💕💕

HIII IM DOING GOOD ANON!! You dear? :)

i do female reader dw!! I’ll be using she/her as well, for reference

Awhh dadhawk <33

AUNTBOAAUNTBOAAUNTBOAAA!! She’d be the BEST most SPOILING wine aunt EVER🍷💄

Of course it’s alright honey! Alsooo TYSM!! I’m so glad you enjoy 😭💓💓

Being mihawk’s daughter has a lot of perks and literally no down slides. actually I half way take that back. The only down slide is that there’s a target on your head for those who are crazy enough to come for you. But that’s like a mere 00.1% and even then just because they come for you doesn’t mean they’ll get to you 🤡

especially since your the NUMBER ONE swordsman’s daughter.

Also this is really random but you probably meet zoro eventually, perona as well, they obviously stay with you for some time so perona and you likely get close. I imagine you would introduce her to boa and the three of you become a trio. You and Perona are her adorable nieces and boa is your doting, beautiful and totally awesome auntie :3

don’t get me wrong mihawk is a awesome father. He seems like a very responsible man and that he would not leave you out in the cold at the cost of his own life. He spoils you just as equally as boa does and although he’s not the most trusting man on earth, he wouldn’t dare break the bond you two have when he can’t replace it with your actual mother. At this point not that you wanted to.

Never meeting your mom may have taken a toll on your mental health at first, but not to worry! Awesome aunt boa to the rescue!!

The chances of you meeting boa we’re actually very slim, whether you know it or not. As I said Mihawk doesn’t easily trust plus you probably met at a warlord meeting where he has to take you along for one reason or another.

You saw boa and naturally, thought she was very pretty. Mihawk is rather reserved too so you probably don’t see people often in general (til you get older). Therefore, seeing such a ethereal woman made you instantly admire her. You immediately wanted to get to know her—and, luckily for you, she took an interest in the girl who’s mihawk’s daughter!

now idk what you did but she started the conversation, and whatever you replied made her think you weren’t so bad! You two chatted some more and after figuring out you had no mother figure she took it upon herself to raise a cute girl such as yourself to be a good woman. She didn’t exactly want to be viewed as your mother..that would relate her too closely to mihawk, a man, for her liking. So! She’ll be the cool and classy wine aunt instead! 🍷💋

you love your dad, he does his best to raise you as a single father and pirate/warlord/worlds best swordsman. And you truly do appreciate him! But when Boa bashes him for being a man her insults are low key so funny you can’t help but laugh 🗿 (hc that Boa would be good at roasting people on the spot :3)

boa being the coolest aunt she is, she takes you to lavish places (that she rented so she wouldn’t have to bear being in the presence of those indisputable critters society calls men), gets you the most high quality makeup (that her tribe handcrafts—yes they make they’re own it’s a hc of mine), does monthly over the phone (in person when you can) mental check ins (because you love your dad but again, he’s a man, and there’s some things about women men won’t get—vice versa too of course <3)

womanly hour!~ well more like hours, you spend the whole day with boa whenever you can, she’s makes a magnificent aunt and literally never says no to you. She’s like to you how she is to luffy but less delusional platonic <3 you two go shopping and pick out clothes together, her tribe of course also gifts you all the cute clothes you could ever want (again, handcrafted) because boa adores you and they adore boa!—which means they adore you! 💕 You and the Kuja 100% get along and see eye to eye on how spectacular Hancock-Sama is~ 🥰

when your older you probably go over to visit her more often and maybe even on your own! Mihawk trusts that by then he’s trained you enough, plus i think he would have his certain set of rules but not be too strict of a dad.

teaching you how to be a proper woman with Boa 101 ;} only if you want to tho! She’ll ensure your not out here acting like some monkey—surely your not! (unless you are 🤷‍♀️) Still, she teaches you basic lady manners. :) More than anything she knows women is NOT the problem, so instead of going “keep your legs closed ☝️🤓” she says “If a man looks at you lower than your stomach, kick him in that area 😉😘” - Boa Hancock (the woman we trust💪)

AND you already know she’s gonna teach you how to kick as hard a she can 😤😮‍💨👌 which ngl by the time your older your sure to be a master in many Haki’s. You may even have conquer’s 🤷‍♀️ I wouldn’t doubt it you got Mihawk blood in you :P

Growing up Boa has constantly been warning you of men and they’re vile ways. When you become of age she’ll tell you what happened to her (that’s how much she trusts you 💗💗) and you’ll know what she means right away. She will always look out for you but gives you tips on things just in case, and if you ever feel unsafe, don’t hesitate to call her or take a trip to the island of women! The entirety of the Kuja tribe will lay down they’re lives in an instant for Hancock-sama’s lovable little niece <33

I’ve been mentioning this throughout but her taking you to the island of women definitely happens. You love it there and everyone loves you. You have so many Aunts and sisters there it’s not even funny. 😃 You adore each and everyone of them though, just as they do you. You get only the finest of treatment from them and you might as well be one of the Boa sisters. You get all you can eat premium food, the most elegant clothes tailored to your exact size and tastes, you even have your very OWN room in the Palace! Sandersonia and Marigold dote on you just as much as Hancock does the four of you very much do spend a lot of time together. 😊

The Boa sisters/the Kuja tribe teaches you the kuja tribe/survival skills personally. They start with bow and arrow and eventually moving on to haki and hand to hand combat. Now, Mihawk might have already covered this but they’re going over it again 😄 why? He might’ve missed something! He’s a man! (Btw the Kuja girls 100% ask you questions about men no holding back) Anywho, I’m sure you’d do it again even if you know it already because 1) practice 😋 and 2) who wouldn’t want to spend more time with the Kuja pirates?!

💖💖

These girls are seriously awesome 💓 (this low key became a Mihawk diss track written by Hancock but he’ll live- LOL 😂😂🗿)

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psychedelic-ink · 1 year

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𝐎𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐁𝐞𝐝

pairing: pre outbreak!joel miller x f!reader, one sided tommy miller x f!reader

genre: angst, smut, romance, slow burn, mutual pining, secret relationship

series summary: After your grandfather’s passing, you find yourself moving into his home in Texas. You meet the Millers; Tommy, his older brother Joel and his daughter Sarah. With time, you and Tommy become close friends and Sarah visits you often. But Joel…Joel keeps his distance. The reason for this is due to one crucial fact you don’t know but he does; Tommy has a crush on you. Which means you’re off limits no matter what. But as your own feelings for Joel grow, things start to get more and more complicated.

word count: 5.6k

chapter summary: With Sarah at a sleepover, you, Joel and Tommy get together late to paint the now empty room, but with a distressing call from Sarah, Joel leaves to pick her up. You're just surprised as him when Sarah asks for you specifically. Later on, you accidentally see something that was meant for Asha's eyes only.

warnings: sarah gets her period for the first time so first-time period talk, nude photo (joel's), female masturbation (reader), feelings of loneliness (reader)

Chapter Four || Chapter Six

It’s been two weeks since Asha became a part of Joel’s life. They were more similar to what he initially had thought. For starters, neither of them talked about their families or upbringings. It was from Tommy that Joel learned that her parents still resided in India and that she came here alone, unsupported for the most part.

Joel, however, didn’t really have much family to talk about even if he wanted to. He only had Tommy and Sarah. He mentioned them a total of two times; one because Sarah got sick at school and he had to go and get her, meaning he had to cancel his lunch with Asha. And the second was when he showed up late one night with a black eye due to Tommy getting under the skin of the wrong crowd. That night he had thought of going to you instead, but then decided against it. The next day he learned that you cleaned up Tommy’s wounds— it shouldn’t have made his heart twinge with jealousy, but it did.

They used each other, Joel and Asha, at least that was what he felt, and it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. They enjoyed each other's company, had fun together, slept together. She made him aware of things that he wasn’t even aware of and vice versa. Asha never had the desire to talk about the future or asked to come over. Her apartment was just fine, and they often met up there instead of anywhere else. She never asked about his personal life.

But that all changed as Joel was driving her from work to her home.

“Tommy talks a lot about this girl,” she muses, smiling lightly. “Your neighbor I think? He came and ask me for room decor tips, it was cute.”

“That’s the one,” Joel answers, shifting in his seat. “I knew he wasn’t clever enough to think of all of that on his own.”

“He did come up with the color himself, so it wasn’t all me.”

“He’s been braggin’ a lot, it’s annoyin’”

She presses a hand on his thigh, squeezing, she drags her fingers up the seam of his jeans. “Come on, Joel. He’s just happy. I think she’s good for him.”

“They’re both good for each other.” he nods, ignoring her hand resting right below his pelvis. “I’m actually heading there after dropping you off, you wanna come? I’m sure she’ll appreciate more female company.”

She laughs and pulls her hand back to her lap, “Just because we both have vaginas doesn’t mean we’ll get along,” Asha hums, pulling her bag up from between her legs. “However, I do think we would get along. Sadly, I have an assignment due and need to finish at least most of it before you come over.”

“Ah that’s right,” he pouts, annoyed at himself. “Sorry I forgot.”

“It’s okay, I forget half the things you do.”

“Is that normal for couples?”

She mulls over his question for a while, lips moving from side to side, a tick that she did whenever she was cooking up something clever. Then she stills, a wide smile spreading across her face.

“I think for us it is.”

Joel couldn't agree more, to be honest. He taps his thumbs against the steering wheel, pulling into her drive-thru. She quickly presses her lips into his cheekbone and he returns in like. Before she leaves, Asha’s hand stills at the handle, briefly turning to him.

“By the way did you do that thing I asked you?”

“Fuck,” he heaves out, letting his head drop. “I did, but I forgot it at home. I’ll bring it later tonight, promise.”

“I’ll be waiting with bated breath, Joel Miller,” she grins. “Who’s looking after Sarah?”

“She’s staying at her friends' tonight. Girls' night. She forced me to bake brownies.”

“Never pinned you down for a chef.”

“I’m not. We burned the first tray.”

You're feeling unreasonably happy. It’s a welcomed feeling, a soft tingle that starts from your toes, blossoms across your skin, and ends at your lips, forming a sheepish smile. You’re leaning against the doorframe looking at the now-empty room. You and Tommy had spread newspaper all over the floor, both of you wearing your scrappiest of clothes.

Tommy opens a can of paint and starts mixing it with a wooden stick.

“What are you doing that for?”

Tommy turns to you, a grin on his face. "Well sweetheart, we can't just slap this paint on the walls. We need to mix it thoroughly to get the perfect consistency. This ain’t like one of your paintings."

You tilt your head, your eyebrow raising, an amused smile blossoms over your lips. "First of all, we do need consistency too. And what's the perfect consistency to paint a wall? It’s a wall, shouldn’t be that hard."

Tommy dips the wooden stick into the can and lifts it out, letting the excess paint drip back into the can. "It should be smooth and creamy, not too thick and not too thin. You don't want it to be runny, or it will drip all over the place, but if it's too thick, it won't spread evenly."

He starts stirring the paint in a circular motion, his wrist moving in a steady rhythm. The sound of the stick scraping against the bottom of the can fills the room, creating a soothing hum.

"As you mix the paint," he continues, "you should periodically lift the stick out of the can and let the paint drip back in. That way, you can see if it's the right consistency. If it's too thick, you can add a bit of water to thin it out, and if it's too thin, you can add a bit more paint."

You nod, taking mental notes. "Got it. Smooth and creamy.”

Tommy grins. "Exactly, creamy is preferable. It responds better."

Your cheeks heat up at the response. Something about the way he rolls his tongue over the words make goosebumps rise on your skin, a tender shiver coursing through your body. With a soft shudder, you wrap your arms around yourself.

“When do you think Joel is coming over?”

“Don’t know. I think he’s with Asha.”

“Asha,” you repeat, no emotion behind the words but still, you feel the corner of your lips quivering. “Do they get along well?”

Tommy shrugs and slowly gets up, “I guess. Joel isn’t really the type to kiss and tell you know? And Asha…well, I guess it’s safe to say she’s pretty much the same.”

“Basically perfect for each other.”

“I mean, I probably wouldn’t go that far,” Tommy answers, scratching the back of his head. “Being so similar ain’t always a good thing.”

Silence follows and you can vaguely hear a car pulling in next door, must be Joel. Thoughts wildly swirling in your head, you want to take this opportunity to ask about Sarah’s mother, something Joel never talks about, and also something Sarah never mentiones. You lick your lips, nails digging into your forearms.

“Does it bother you?”

The question takes you by surprise, you blink before answering.

“Excuse me?”

“Does it bother you that he’s with someone?”

You try to keep your shock to a minimum. Tommy’s gaze reminds you of the yellow gaze of a hawk, piecing, overly observant. You swallow and let out a laugh with a desperate need to lighten the heavy air circling you both. You shake your head, walking up to Tommy, you give him a gentle pat with the back of your hand.

“Why would that bother me? I’m just making conversation.”

Tommy’s shoulders relax, dropping substantially. You’re surprised you hadn’t noticed how tense he was before.

“Sorry, I was just thinkin’ too much.”

Before you can answer a loud knock startles you both. “Must be Joel.

“You go, I’ll open the rest of the cans.”

Joel looks out of breath when you open the door for him, his chest heaves and he staggers forward, bracing himself by holding both knees.

“Didn’t mean to be late,” he says. “But I brought whiskey.”

“Is that why you went to your place first?”

He closes the door behind him, “You heard that?”

“Saw the lights.”

You notice a magazine in his hands but fail to see the title, it’s rolled up. In the other he has the bottle and you take it from him, heading to the kitchen, he follows.

“I also had to pick up somethin’ I promised Asha. I’m meetin’ up with her after this.”

Your chest tightens and you roll your shoulders to ground yourself before reaching to get three glasses. “Isn’t that going to be late?”

“I ain’t five.” he answers with a low chuckle. “But yeah it’s late but she has work to do and I promised you lot I’d be here.”

“You didn’t have to come. You can go.”

You wince at your own wording. It definitely came out harsh, no question about it. Taking a deep inhale, you feel the coolnes of the kitchen counter under your fingers, holding on to it. Joel’s presence looms near, his hand touching the small of your back. He’s not holding the magazine anymore.

“Are you alright darlin’?” he asks with a hint of worry. He drags his fingers up your spine, a sudden heat coils in your stomach. “I didn’t mean it that way. I’m happy to be here, you know that.”

“I do, sorry,” you mutter, fingers grasping two glasses before pulling away. “Tommy’s in the room, making the paint all creamy and stuff.”

“He’s doing what now?”

When you look at him all the happiness from before comes surging back, he has the most horrified, flabbergasted expression you’ve ever seen. The first hints of laughter come out in short bubbles, and as Joel continues to stare, you burst, loud, chest-rattling sounds of joy clawing out of your lungs. His shocked expression shifts into a happy one, a grin playing at the side of his lips.

“I keep tellin’ him to stop sayin’ that,” he clicks his tongue. “I keep tellin’ him ‘saying smooth is enough’ he never listens.”

“It did make me laugh a lot though, so maybe it’s not so bad that he says that.”

“If it made you laugh it definitely ain’t a bad thing,” he answers, taking the bottle and heading toward the room. “I love hearin’ you laugh.”

You force your legs to move despite wanting to stop and stare behind him as he disappears through the hall. First the kiss on the cheek, and now this. Blood pools under your fingernails, confusion makes your head spin—but you still continue to walk. The thoughts that began to form quickly disappear when you enter the room, you see Joel leaning over Tommy.

“Why do you still use the word creamy?” he asks, hands in the air. “Why?”

“It’s a fun word,” Tommy answers, eyes finding yours mid sentence and winks.

Your mind races but you smile anyway. Tommy’s bizarre question from earlier must’ve riled me up, you think, stepping inside. There’s no logical reason why Joel dating Asha would bother you, he doesn’t belong to you, hell, you’re not even that close. You’re just acting up because him and Tommy are the first friends you made when you moved here. Just some friendly overprotectiveness, that’s all, you would act the same if Tommy was dating someone.

You nod as a response to your thoughts, yes, you definitely would act the same.

“Are you possessed or somethin’ what’s going on with you?”

You flinch at the question and turn to Tommy, he has that familiar lopsided smile, eyes amused.

“I’m good, I was just thinking of something.”

You don’t miss the way Joel looks at you, worry crossing his face, but you act as if you didn’t see him. Taking a deep breath, you slap your hands together.

“So, where do we start?”

The room heavily smells of paint. Toxicity is slowly inhaled through your nostrils, burns your throat, and swirls in your lungs. You feel slightly queasy. Joel is sitting across from you with his legs outstretched and hands palms pressed into the newspaper-covered floors to keep himself upright. Tommy has his legs crossed, he leans forward to grab a piece of chocolate. And you. You have his jacket thrown above your shoulders, the night chill settling easier now that the room is empty and the walls wet with paint.

While Tommy leans to grab the piece, his shirt rolls up his waist, you notice a tiny, crooked bullseye tattoo with two circles and a dot. Fascinated by this new discovery, you poke it, and, essentially, him. He flinches, giving you an almost offended look as he turns around.

“The hell are you doin’?” he covers the patch of skin with his hand.

“You have a tattoo.”

It’s a statement. Joel gives you two a crooked grin as he takes a sip from his glass. Tommy raises an eyebrow, a small dimple forming on his right cheek as he smiles.

“So? Just because I have a tat doesn’t mean you can poke me.”

“Sorry, I just didn’t know you had one.” your lips crack a smile. “It’s cute.”

You notice the soft flush coloring his cheeks, but you swiftly ignore it when Joel speaks, his voice low and scratchy from the late hour— and from inhaling the paint, probably.

“Tommy had the bright idea to be a tattooist when we were in high school. He begged for a kit every year for his birthday, and one year I actually managed to get together a bit of cash to buy him one of them shit stick and poke sets.”

“Awww, that’s adorable,” you grin, playfully shoving your shoulder into Tommy’s. The younger Miller shook his head, averting his eyes from his brother. “I’m assuming you got a tattoo too, right Joel?”

“No.”

Tommy scoffs at the sudden denial, he accusatorily points the piece of chocolate at his brother, then shoves it into his mouth, “Come on now, don’t be shy. Show off my masterpiece.”

“Some masterpiece,” he grunts, rolling his eyes. “But fine.”

You’re too stunned to actually notice the small patch of inked skin when he lifts his shirt, your mouth dry as sandpaper. He also has a crooked bullseye, a bit darker in shade compared to Tommy’s. The shape is right above his ribs, to the side of his torso. Some part of you wants to touch it as well, to follow the round pattern with the tips of your fingers but you fight the urge.

“Cool,” you say unintelligently and he releases the shirt, covering his skin once more. You turn your head to Tommy. “Why did you stop?”

He shrugs, “I don’t know. I kind of just did.”

“Could be because you decided to dive head first into a war.” Joel says, with a fresh sounding bitterness.

Tommy’s shoulders raise, his brown eyes a shade darker with the glare pointed directly at his brother. Family is never easy, no matter how close or loving. You know that Tommy is riddled with regret much like your own brother, though at least Tommy had the sense to get out before falling in completely. You place a hand on Tommy’s thigh and squeeze, your heart breaking instantly at the way his eyes soften when he looks at you.

“If you decide to ever get back into it, I’d be happy to draw you up some designs.”

“If that means you’re gonna get back into drawin’ again sure, I’ll get back into tattooing. I just need to find that old set.”

“You’re not using me to experiment again,” Joel grins. “Just sayin’”

Getting back into drawing. Seriously how long has it been? Has it been long enough that it was even obvious to Tommy and Joel? You had done a couple of sketches, not really anything riveting. The end product always resembled either a dark hole or a dark room of some kind. It was like a manifestation of your thoughts, complicated, scratchy, overlapping. A sea of gruesome lines.

For you, painting has always been about expressing yourself in ways you couldn’t imagine. It could be a purple cat staring into a well. A city in ruins standing at the edge of a leaf. Sometimes it could be as simple as a girl in a hallway, threading upon a red carpet. Right now is a perfect time to express yourself. The pain, the void. But you can’t bring yourself to lift a brush or a pen. It’s too much. No image is clear enough for you to put on a canvas. Despite how complicated it looks, you feel that in the end art should be simple to make. Your hand should move in fluid motions, it shouldn’t be a struggle against waves of fear.

“Hey,” Tommy touches your cheek, for some reason, you lean into the touch and the same fingers slide to the back of your head, giving your scalp a pleasant scratch. “Are you good?”

“I was just thinking,” you answer, eyes momentarily finding Joel. He looks stiff as a rock. “I miss painting.”

“Then paint,” Joel says. “What’s stopping you?”

“Myself. I didn’t have this problem before but now I feel stuck. Everything comes to me all at once and all that combined results in an empty canvas.”

“What if we gave you something to draw?” he asks, earning a confused look from both Tommy and yourself. He smooths his thumb over the corner of his lip. “Like, a single thing. Maybe it can ease you in.”

“Did you have a suggestion?”

“A butterfly.”

Your eyes widen at the prospect of it; a creature with beautiful wings, something that could be any shape or size. A tiny thing that was an embodiment of elegance in most cultures. A god in some. You can imagine patterns above fluttering wings; orange, purple, pink. You’re reminded of fairies dancing and leaving behind fairy rings, you see a blue butterfly flying above into a blue sky that is paler in comparison.

“A butterfly,” you repeat, your lips feeling numb. Only then do you notice that Tommy’s fingers hand slid to your neck, cupping it gently. “Yeah, I can do that.”

“Sarah loves butterflies,” he remarks as if reminiscing a pleasant memory. “I’m sure she’ll love whatever you make of them.”

And just like that, a sharp melody cuts through the conversation. Joel looks down at his phone, eyebrows raising with slight surprise and worry. His eyes snap to you both.

“Speak of the devil,” he says, getting up. “Sorry, I’ll be right back.”

He disappears, leaving you and Tommy alone. Sleep starting to make its way through the cracks of your reserve, you allow yourself to lean into him, resting your head on his shoulder. His hand gently glides down from your neck to the small of your back, a comforting touch.

“Do you like the color?” he whispers.

You stare up at the ceiling, a soft light lavender gives the room a dream-like state. Your eyes shift back to him, a soft smile tugs at your lips.

“I do,” you hum. “But I think we should paint one of the walls a nice blue.”

“Blue?” he asks. “Why blue?”

“It reminds me of butterflies.”

You stare blankly at the white door in front of you. Both you and Tommy were taken aback when Joel asked you to come over after he brough Sarah back home. She refused to talk about it. And She asked for you specifically, Joel managed to learn what the issue was then. She’d gotten her period for the first time.

Which is why you have a pack of pads, painkillers and the last pieces of chocolate.

To be completely honest, you’re nervous as hell. It’s ridiculous really, considering Sarah is only fourteen years old. But alas, here you are, staring at the door with light filtering through the bottom gap. You’d told Joel to wait downstairs, and Tommy had offered to tidy up the room and throw out the newspapers. Right now, you’re regretting your decision of making Joel wait downstairs.

Sucking in a deep breath, you knock on the door twice. A weak sound barely reaches your ears.

“Come in.”

Sarah’s laying on the bed, curled up into a ball with her back turned to the door. Your throat tightens a bit. You don’t quite remember what your first period was like, but you know it must’ve been rough. It’s not easy to go to the bathroom and suddenly see blood stains all over your underwear. Briefly, you wonder if Joel ever talked to her about it. Did it come as a shock? They teach what periods are in school right?

Tentative, you make your way to the bed and gently sit at the foot of the bed. You notice her wincing a little.

“Are you alright?”

“‘T hurts.”

“I brought you painkillers,” you inform. “also a bit of chocolate.”

“I don’t want chocolate.”

“Tell me what you need then.”

“It was so humiliating,” she snaps, stretching her legs a bit but still refusing to look at you. “Everyone was there, well the girls, and I didn’t even notice it first. Sally did.”

You don’t know what entices you to do it, but you place a hand over her ankle. She clams down for a moment, takes a deep breath. She shudders.

“It was awful,” she chokes up. “They didn’t laugh or anything and it makes me even more upset that my first reaction was to call my dad.”

“That’s normal,” you answer, rubbing soothing circles into her clothed skin. “These things are difficult, your hormones are all over the place—”

“Gross.”

You can’t help but chuckle at that, “Yeah it’s pretty gross. I’m just trying to say that it’s normal to call your dad and I’m sure your friends will understand.”

“You’re too optimistic.”

“Am I?” you tease. “First time I’ve heard of it.”

Sarah sits up and pulls her knees close to her chest. She seems calmer now, more level-headed like her usual self. She holds your gaze, you could almost see a reflection of yourself in them. She’d been crying. Joel’s heart must’ve shattered into a million pieces.

“Is it always going to hurt this bad?”

“Kinda, yeah. I’m not going to try and bullshit you by saying it’s a beautiful thing. It’s not. But,” you offer her the last bit of chocolate, and she takes it with a small smile before plopping it on her tongue. “You’ll learn how to navigate it better. Just know that whatever you’re feeling, no matter the age, is always okay.”

“So I can still call my dad when I’m like…Fifty?”

“I’m sure he’ll be happy to pick you up wherever you are.”

She snorts, “If he’s alive.”

“That man has the stubbornness of a mule. He’ll come back as a zombie if he has to.”

“That would actually be kinda cool.”

You smile as she thinks about it, her eyes looking up to the ceiling. Meanwhile, you take a peek at her clock, 2 AM. Time sure does fly.

“You should take a shower,” you say, turning back to Sarah. “And here, I brought you some pads. Do you want me to show you how to use it?”

She shakes her head, “I’m good. Thanks by the way…I…appreciate it.”

“I’m here whenever you need me. I’m only a knock away.”

“Isn’t that supposed to be a phone call away?”

“I don’t think that fits the whole neighbor theme.”

Before you leave, you notice a butterfly hanging from her window. A small smile touches your lips.

It’s blue.

“Is she okay?”

You’re not at all surprised when you see Joel with his head between his hands, elbows painfully digging into the kitchen counter. The circles under his eyes seem a shade darker, the white of his eyes stained with red.

“She’s alright don’t worry. She going to take a shower now, and use the pads I gave her. I also brought her painkillers that she might want to take before bed,” you had unknowingly brought the box down with you. You place it in front of Joel, his gaze drops. His lips move slightly as he silently reads the brand. “There isn’t much in there you should buy another one tomorrow.”

“Alright,” he answers, letting out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. I’ll buy you a box too.”

“No need, you’ve already done a lot for me. Helping your daughter navigate the wonders of womanhood is the least I could do.” you answer with a heaping amount of sarcasm in your tone.

“I’d be lost without you, neighbor.”

“I wouldn’t go that far,” you grin and rest your hands on top of the counter as well. “You could’ve asked Asha to talk to her if I wasn’t around.”

His face falls, a sudden chill settling around you both. He shakes his head, the crease between his brows deep. “She specifically asked for you. Besides the thing with Asha—”

His words come to a sudden halt as if he doesn’t know how to describe the situation. Tommy had said that they were similar in character, you wonder if Asha is better at expressing her thoughts, you can’t imagine two people having the same struggle being together.

Joel suddenly takes your hands into his own, eliciting a soft gasp from the back of your throat.

“She asked for you,” he repeats again. “And I wouldn’t trust anyone else with a matter this sensitive.”

His hands are warm but his fingertips are cold. With an overwhelming need to touch, you smooth your thumb over the mountains of his knuckles, dipping between the valleys and climbing uphill. He seems to have the same need. You can see the turmoil in his eyes as he leans closer, lips an inch away, he holds your gaze. A moment worth painting, you think, the suspense, the aching need, to be forced apart. Unlike you, Joel doesn’t explore the depths of your skin, so you continue to do so for the both of you.

Your breath is lodged in your throat, a lump. You turn over his hand, tracing the lifelines and vanished marks of his skin. His pulse is fast under the pads of your fingers, the vein like a river overflowing across his forearm. You stop at the wrist, only your eyes allowed to continue the journey.

Staring at his skin, visions of what Sarah’s mother must’ve looked like flash before your eyes. You wonder if she saw the same things that you did, you wonder what possessed her to leave all this behind—the scarred skin, the soft voice, the dark brown eyes, the daughter, the home, the life.

Then you’re abundantly made aware of another’s presence when your eyes follow the slope of his right shoulder and see a darkened mark on his neck. Asha has been with him more intimately, you wonder what she sees when she looks at him. Is it the same as you? Does she see the sadness lurking under his skin? The worry of never being able to be enough for those around him? Does she understand what he feels?

Do you?

“I should go,” you exclaim, pulling away your hands like they’ve been burned. “Let me know if she needs anything else.”

You’re halfway to the door when you feel his fingers circling your wrist, not enough to physically hold you but enough to make his presence known. You hear the words spilling from his lips ‘wait’ he says, ‘let me walk you over’ but it’s too late, you’re out the door, throwing yourself into the chill of the night.

It’s too much, it’s too sudden, it’s too bizarre.

Your fingertips are still tingling with the sensation of his skin underneath yours, the soft hairs, the tiny bumps littered over. It reminds you of the smooth feeling of oil over canvas, all you want to do is press your palms and spread your fingers, touching him, you want to feel everything.

Tommy’s waiting on the porch, he gives you a look. “Is Sarah alright?”

“She’s fine,” you say, a bit breathless. “She’s…yeah she’s going to be fine.”

“Good,” he nods. “Anyway I should head back home, I cleared up the newspapers and I’ll come back for the cans tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

His mind seems to be whirring because he doesn’t notice how slowly you’re speaking, he doesn’t notice the frantic beating of your heart. Tommy nods to himself, and leans in, you feel the brush of his lips against your ear.

“See you tomorrow, sweetheart.”

His lips are on your cheek, soft and wet. He smells of cigarettes and paint, but something sweet lingers below the surface. Your heart drops, your stomach churns. The feeling disappears as quickly as it came. Before you can say anything, he’s already at the end of the three steps you have.

“Goodnight,” Tommy calls out.

You watch like a deer in headlights as the car moves away, the red light slowly disappearing into the distance. You touch where he had kissed. It wasn’t the first time, but it feels different. It reminds you of when Joel kissed you, a similar feeling. The only difference is that instead of stopping time, you feel like you’re drowning in it.

Then you realize.

Tommy has feelings for you.

You clearly have feelings for Joel.

And you think Joel might have feelings for you too.

Your fingers twitch, butterflies flutter wildly both in your stomach and in your head.

You head inside.

You trudge into the bedroom, the scent of wet paint clinging to your skin like a suffocating blanket. You had brough along with you the magazine Joel had left on the coffee table. Sitting on the bed, you flip through the pages, but the content is dull, littered with construction jargon that is foreign to you.

Just as you're about to give up on the magazine, a photograph falls out from between the pages, landing on your lap. A photograph, you deduce, picking it up from your lap. It feels fresh, glossy, and slightly uncomfortable to the touch. You gaze at the image, and it takes a moment for your brain to register what you're seeing.

Every ounce of blood is drained from your face, all that heat pooling between your legs. your eyes go wide.

It’s Joel.

Half of his face is out of frame and he’s shirtless but you recognize him. Saliva floods your mouth. It’s not a very neatly taken picture, probably time adjusted so he could pose, which explains the slight blur of the background. His jeans hang low on his hips, unbuttoned, and his fingers disappear beneath the waistband, hinting at what lies beneath.

You trace the way his muscles are firm under his skin, the softness of his stomach, the faint trail of hair leading down to his navel.

The faint sight of the bullseye tattoo on his ribs solidifies to you that this is indeed Joel. You’re lightheaded. When he said he stopped by home to pick up something for Asha you hadn’t realized that this would be it, a suggestive, nearly nude, photo. Now you just feel stupid for assuming he could be into you, clearly, he and Asha are both comfortable with each other enough for stuff like this.

You continue to stare, the blood rush loud in your ears. You memorize every curve, every little detail of his body. The small scars littered across his chest, the unsure hint of a smile that’s mostly hidden, the pebbled nipples due to the cool air of the room. You want to see what lies under his pants, you want to see the rest of him and engrave that into memory. You want his body to burn yours, make you into something beautiful—make you into art.

You sneak your hand between your legs, one hand still propping the photo up. You never actually masturbated to a picture before, mostly videos or just your own imagination. There’s something…interesting about it. Your imagination is more vivid somehow as you look at the picture, you can almost feel the warmth of his body blanketing yours, those thick fingers circling your clit and slipping inside.

A soft moan breaks from your lips. You feel blood heating your cheeks, your skin incredibly warm and head dizzy from staring at him. You imagine having him in your mouth, your tongue teasing that sensitive spot right under the head of his cock. You think of the sounds he’d make, how guttural they would be.

You arch your back as you imagine his thick cock pressing into you, he pulls you closer to him. His hips move in a circular motion, pushing deeper and deeper into you as you moan in pleasure. His hands grasp your hips and he pulls you closer.

Your eyes flutter open as you imagine his lips on yours, tasting the sweat that is dripping from your skin. He flicks his tongue, exploring your mouth and sending sparks throughout your body. His hands move up your back, slowly tracing your spine until he reaches your shoulders. You feel his hands slide up around your neck as he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss.

Your breath hitches as you feel the coarse hairs at the base of his cock rub against your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body. You reach your hands around his back, pulling him even closer as his hips continue to move against yours. Your pleasure builds, and soon you let out a loud moan as you feel yourself cresting over the edge.

You imagine yourself collapsing against him, panting softly as the pleasure slowly ebbs away from your body. You feel the imaginary warmth of his embrace still surrounding you. It’s painful almost. Feeling him when he’s not here. Your heart hurts, chest heaving as you struggle to breathe. You take a sharp inhale, shaking your head.

Tears blur your vision as you place the photo back between the pages of the magazine.

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blues824 · 1 year

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Ahhh ignore the first ask, I forgot to add one more person...

I saw the requests were open and wanted to ask if you could write Neige, Kalim, Vil, Leona and Malleus a Pure Vanilla Cookie based reader? With the whole ancient cookie and healing thing, like the whole shebang even the staff that only closes it's eyes when PV opens his and vice versa, only if you want to of course feel free to ignore this ask

I downloaded the game last year and I am obsessed. They are cookies… why do I like the concept so much??

Also, Happy Birthday again! This time it’s from my time zone!

Leona Kingscholar

You reminded him of his brother, and it annoyed him at first. He thought the whole kindness thing was a facade or a mask to hide your true dark intentions. Yeah, he was humbled real quick when he saw how you always kindly and patiently reminded Ace and Deuce to make smart decisions.

He did get to experience a slightly more rebellious side to you because you opted to skip a few classes along with him because they were “boring without him”. His pride swelled as he held you in his arms, napping the day away.

Leona was used to seeing staff members around a reigning monarch. What he wasn’t used to was your staff making sure they closed their eyes when you opened yours. You told him that he didn’t have to follow the rule as your significant other, and he had to admit that you calling him that made his ego soar.

When he overblotted, you wept as you fought against him. You were overcome with the guilt that you weren’t there for him enough. Later, in the recovery room, your lion reassured you that his overblot had nothing to do with you. As you cried, the Prince of the Sunset Savannah held you close to his chest, silently consoling you.

Kalim Al-Asim

“Corporate needs you to find the differences between this picture [you] and this picture [Kalim].”

“They’re the same picture.” -Blues824, 2023

You both were the most positive people on campus. You built off of each other’s energy. The only difference was that you were a tad more responsible when it came to helping Scarabia than Kalim was. After all, you had experience in running a kingdom.

He is very sad when he sees you skipping classes because now he would miss you very much since you wouldn’t be there next to him. Unfortunately, since he needs to be setting a good example for his dorm, he won’t follow you.

His family is rich and highly influential, right? However, he is not royalty. So you have a lot more staff than he does, and some of your closest servants came with you to NRC. He was surprised to see them closing their eyes as you opened yours. You must be very important in your homeland (totally like you aren’t the reigning monarch).

When Jamil overblotted, everyone could hear you weep because you were separated from Kalim. Even the Vice Housewarden felt his heartstrings tug at themselves, but you then proceeded to beat his ass. When you both reunited, Kalim showered your face in soft kisses to reassure you that he was alright.

Vil Schoenheit

You reminded him of Neige, and so he hated you at first. However, you never sought after fame and would always try to put Vil in the spotlight. Honestly, he then saw you as someone to confide in. He would go to you when the pressure got to be too much.

He disapproves of you skipping classes and will often reprimand you since not only were you the reigning monarch of your kingdom, but also a fellow Housewarden. He didn’t approve of Leona doing it, and since you were his significant other he definitely was not okay with it.

His fans would do what your staff does: worship you, forfeit all their mortal possessions, and even close their eyes when you open yours. They would lay down their lives for you, and his fans would do that for him as well. They all do it on their own will too.

When he overblotted, the Vil trapped within the ink wanted to hold you as you cried tears of despair. Unfortunately, you understood what you needed to do, and proceeded to pack him up like you were going on a royal holiday. It was in the infirmary where he rejoiced in finally being able to have you in his arms again.

Neige Leblanche

“They’re the same picture” -Blues824, 2023, Part 2

You both are the same freaking person… the only difference is that you aren’t naïve. As a ruler, you weren’t allowed to have the luxury of ignorance, while Neige was famous for his naïvety. It wasn’t fit for a monarch, and therefore you weren’t put under that category.

You both go to different schools, but when he hears from a little cat in the wind that you skip classes, he is upset. Didn’t you know that this could harm your academic record and even cause controversy within your kingdom? If you couldn’t even attend classes, how would you be able to

He loves his fans just as much as you love your subjects, and the two are a lot alike in that they would do pretty much anything for either of you. Since you became his significant other, his fans became your fans and your subjects became his subjects. Poor boy didn’t understand why the staff were closing their eyes as he opened his.

He remembers one time where you both were actually able to see each other off campus, and you both met in the forest. Neige held you and wiped your tears as you went on and on about how the overblots were taking an emotional toll on you. You hated seeing your friends like this, and your boyfriend hated seeing you so distressed.

Malleus Draconia

You both understood each other on a very personal level, and it pained the both of you to know that. Malleus has been raised to be able to inherit the throne of the Briar Valley, while you were already on the throne of the Vanilla Kingdom.

I think he’s pretty indifferent towards your skipping classes. He won’t follow you because he knows that he will be scolded for it by his retainers, but you do you. He will offer you help if you missed an important lesson, but you seemed to already know the material very well.

You cannot tell me that Sebek wouldn’t do the exact same thing to Malleus as your staff do to you, and I will die on this hill. Malleus notices how your servants only have their eyes open when yours are closed, and it’s the same the other way around. When they start doing it for him as well, it serves as a kind of reassurance that he is accepted as the co-ruler of your kingdom.

The dragon fae sees how fighting all the overblots are affecting you, and he will try to take it easy so that he doesn’t fall victim to the ink. He will serve as your anchor in the violent sea of emotional despair, and he will hold you close when it gets to be too much. He will always be there to dry your tears, and witness you beat the shit out of the victims.

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aot men during sex

pt 1: armin, eren, jean here

pt 2: levi, bertholdt, reiner

!!: fem bodied reader, a tiny bit of angst in levi’s story only if u squint though.

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levi: when i write these hcs here’s how i tend to think; issues and problems that one has, tends to show during one of their most vulnerable states (sex). that being said i feel levi’s not strict or hard or anything like that in bed. i feel he’s more of a softer person in bed. he’s only aggressive if that’s what you want. he also had many parental issues in the past; his father’s absence, his mother has alive for a short time of his life, and his hard uncle taking care of him then abandoning him. i also feel that he probably has a mommy kink, not like the way that most people think of it, but because of his maternal issues. he tries his hardest not to let it slip often though. he’s sorta clingy in bed, and his favorite position is missionary, so he can be as close as possible to his s/o. he also likes cowboy because he can see all of his s/o. he likes giving more than receiving, he loves giving because it makes him and his s/o vv happy.

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you were lying in bed with your newly wed husband. to think about it, you’ve never had sex with him in all of the years you two were together. sure you’ve seen him naked vice versa, but the two of you never actually engaged in sexual acts. maybe he was the type to wait until marriage? you were always too scared to ask him about it, you didn’t want to seem selfish.

tonight was the night you were going to ask him though. you turn your head to your lover and inquire about it.

“so what you’re asking for is to have sex?” he asks as you meet his gaze, the moonlight being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

“well no, i just wanted to know why we’ve never done it. if you’re not comfortable you know we don’t have to do it.” you say softly, rubbing his biceps.

“no i’ve just never done it because i’ve already wanted to find the right one, i’ve already found them.” he pauses

“im not the type who will just have sex with anyone. im different, im not like her” you look down, you had a feeling he was referring to his mother. you didn’t say anything about the comment not wanting to talk further about it for his sake. “well can we levi?” you look up at him, your eyes shimmering.

he looks away for a moment, then looks back at you and nods. you pull him in for a soft passionate kiss, working your way down to kiss neck and collar bones, leaving soft warm kisses all over him. you both remove your pajamas until you’re both exposed. you can see levi turn away from you, as if he were nervous.

you grab his cheeks and turn him back towards you and start kissing him even more working your way down to his dick, leaving soft kisses. you watch as his cock hardens and precum leaks from his tip as it twitches. from just one kiss? maybe he’s all the way a virgin, he’s probably never even touched himself… you thought to yourself. you get on top of him and start riding him at a slow place. he moves his hands up throughout your body, groping your breasts. they’re so soft, he thought to himself.

you continue riding your husband looking at his slightly humiliated face. he grabs your hips and flips you onto your back, then he gets in between your legs and inserts himself. he starts by rutting his hips into you. he holds you closer to him. “fuck vi’, ‘s feels so… good.” you moan into his ear. he continues thrusting into you, cream coating his dick. he looks at you.

“i love you so much y/n, truly, you’re the only person in the world i could ever trust to see me like this. i want to be with you forever” he whispers into your ear. the loving whisper in itself was enough to bring you to your climax. you grip him tightly, your nails tracing his back. you moan softly in his ear as you tighten around him and cum.

the tightening had made him reach his climax, he pulled out and came all over your tummy whimpering your name to himself. when he’s done he continues panting, as you grab his head and lie it down on your breasts. “i love you too, levi”

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bertholdt: bert is actually a sweetie in bed. he treats his s/o like a princess and takes good care of her. i feel he’s very good at eating pussy. bertholdt gets flustered when his s/o asks about him. he’s literally a switch, he can be dominant at times but not often. just because he’s way taller than his s/o doesn’t mean he’s that way. he likes giving and receiving. his favorite positions are doggy style, butterfly, or when you’re sitting on his lap.

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“berthodlt stop!” you laugh as your roommate throws you on the bed and starts tickling you. you and bertholdt were very good friends, he was also your roomate in your dorm. neither of you had classes today, so you decided to just hang out instead. you grab hold of his long lanky arms and push him back, “let’s do something else, let’s watch a movie bert.” you say tired of him tickling you.

he nods his head and pulls out his laptop. you lie next to him your head on his shoulder. a couple of minutes later in the movie there was a kiss between the protagonist and their lover, you look at bertholdt who is blushing and smiling. he’s adorable.

“i wish i could do that to you.” you joke towards him. he obviously didn’t catch on to the fact it was a joke.

“no you wouldn’t, i’m not even all that.” he sputters covering his face, blushing profoundly. “i would, you know bert, i like you a whole lot, you’re such a great friend and i honestly want to take our relationship further.” you look up at him, he literally looks like he’s about to die.

“really? im glad you feel the same as me.” he’s breathing hard and blushing. you nod smiling. you lean in to kiss him, he places his hands awkwardly around your back. you didn’t want to ruin things but you had to make sure bert was yours.

“have you ever had sex?” you inquire. berthodlt was red as a tomato, choking on his words. “um, uh, y- no.” he couldn’t even look at you. poor bert. you look at him innocently. “i would like for you to eat me out.” you say to him with absolutely no emotion in your voice. he just stared with a horrified look on his face. “you okay?” you ask him, rubbing his thigh. “yeah im just nervous, i’ve never done anything like this.”

“don’t worry about it i’ll guide you bert.” you smile at him sweetly. you push him onto his back and pull off you shorts and panties. you hover yourself over his face then lower your pussy onto his face. he moves his hands and grips your thighs softy.

he starts lapping at your cunt shoving his tongue into your hole. you rub your clit against bert’s hooked nose and moan softly to yourself, ruffling his hair. “bertholdt you’re doing so great.” you hiccup. he continues to kitty lick at your wet cunt until you get off of him. “why’d you get up? did you finish.” he questions sadly. “you’re a virgin, i want you to at least feel it too.”

you turn around to where your face is right over his crotch, but your cunt’s still in his face. you pull down his sweatpants and boxers, and his dick springs up hitting you in the face. he gets even redder when you turn around.

“oh, you’re so cute” you purr turning back around. he was lightly trimmed and had a little happy trail leading up to his navel. and god was he long. you started by licking softly at his tip, precum already sticking on your fingers. you put a little in your mouth then work your way down. he starts licking at your pussy again, moaning into you.

you hollow out your cheeks and start swirling your tongue around his very sensitive tip. he continues stuffing his tongue into you as you still manage to ride his face. you use yours hands to pump his dick, still sucking on it. after a while you feel bertholdt’s hand gripping your ass.

your vision gets blurry as you cum into his mouth and face. just as you cum he twitches and cums. your mouth filled with his hot, slightly salty semen. you get off of bertholdt and lay next to him. his chest heaving up and down. he pulls you in closer holding you as the movie still plays in the back.

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reiner: reiner is probably exactly like his best friend. except hornier. reiner has a humiliation kink or at least likes to do it in the worst places possible. he loves his s/o’s ass (please tell me i’m not the only one who remebers what he said about annie’s titan in s1). that being said he likes doggy style and 69. reiner likes giving, he doesn’t care much if he receives or not as long as he can please his s/o that’s enough for him to receive. his s/o’s pleasure is his #1 priority during sex.

☆〜

reiner’s friends asked him to come out to the bar with them, he invited you as well. as you guys all sat at the stools talking about various funny stories and complaining about work reiner’s hand managed to slip up your skirt. you slap his hand and side eye him. “reiner stop, not right here.” you whisper.

he rolls his eyes as he continues to talk to his friends and you join in.

“hey did you know reiner asked out almost every girl in our class sophomore year?” his friend laughed. you look at him.

“and he got rejected every time.” his other friend buds in. you chuckle trying not to upset him.

“ ‘s not true!” he defends himself slurring his words. he puts his arms around you and whispers

“they’re lying, they’re just trying to make me look like a fool in front of you baby.” you roll your eyes still laughing to yourself. he notices your slight attitude.

“guys me and y/n have to go outside real quick, i think she’s still upset with me over something that happened earlier. save our seats.” he whispers to his friends making sure you didn’t hear. he gets up and beckons you to come out the front door with him. you follow his lead as he goes towards the alley in between the bar and the pawn shop next to it.

he releases his arm and looks at you, while you have crossed arms.

“baby you’re not still upset about earlier are you?” you glare at him, obviously still mad.

“yes im still mad about it”

he looks at you with pleading eyes, “but baby i apologized, i said i was gonna buy you more”

“reiner it was my favorite blush! i told you not to step on it so it wouldn’t break.” you yell whiny.

“just because it’s broken doesn’t mean that you still can’t use it.” he scoffs

you hit him on the chest upset.

“that’s it y/n i’ve had enough with you acting bratty and teasing me.”

you open your mouth shocked

“bratty? teasing?” you get upset with him accusing you of such foolish things.

“hell yeah, there’s no way you just decided to wear something like that to the bar. not that it’s bad but you definitely did it just to spite me.”

you roll your eyes. as soon as your glance met his he picked you up to where your legs were wrapped around his waist. he kisses you, alcohol still lingering on his tongue. you return the kiss. he pushes you against the building so he can keep his balance as he undoes his belt and pulls down his pants and underwear.

“reiner stop it! what if someone passes us.” you look at him worried

“no one should, tonight’s not really busy on this street. plus that trash can right there should cover us.” he points to the trash can right to the side of you both. you look at him agreeing it was alright. he pulls down your your panties your back still against the wall.

he pushes his fat, hard cock into you. instantly moaning you wrap your arms around him as he tries his hardest to hold you. he puts you down and turns you around to where your face is against the wall. he reinserts his dick into you and starts thrusting. he fondles your ass as he whispers into your ear.

“you know your my princess right? i love you oh so much y/n, i’d do anything for you. if you want me to buy a million of those blushes i will. because i love you that much.” brandy lingering from his breath.

you moan as your skin slaps into eachother, he puts his hand over your mouth in the hopes of keeping you quiet. he continues pushing himself into you rubbing his cheek against yours. you wanted to finish as quick as possible, you didn’t want anyone seeing this, you also didn’t want his friends to be suspicious. he moved his hand away from your mouth and started rubbing your clit.

“reiner oh my god.” you whimper softly

“i know, i know” he reassures you

he continues thrusting inside of you as your mascara starts to run down your cheeks, messing up your makeup you spent a while doing. “im about to cum reiner.” you whine softly.

as he continues to thrust into your cunt you tighten around him as the knot in your stomach snaps and you feel yourself release onto your lover. he puts his palm over your mouth in hopes no one here your moans. you won’t for a minute then stand up straight and pull up your panties. you pull out your compact mirror and see how ruined your makeup is. i’ll touch it up in the bar bathroom. you thought to yourself. reiner looks at you.

“after we’re done at the bar i’ll take you to that makeup place in the mall.”

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a/n: next part is gonna be women! also guys FEEL FREE TO REQUEST it’s not easy writing on my own :,(. anyways i hope you guys enjoy this one as well 💋 it took me all day bcs my drafts would keep deleting and i��d have to start all over （ｉ _ ｉ）

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OCTONAUTS HEADCANONS: WORLD EDITION

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— there are parallel cities and countries to our world, and the locations of their major cities and counties are all the same

— most animals live in places close to or in their natural habitat, but cities like London and New York have animals from all over the place mingling (but to a certain level of logic like you’re less likely to see a polar bear or a reindeer living in South America)

— many of the cities have slightly different designs to accommodate for the variety of species living in them

— the world population is split between anthro and non-anthro animals, because the Octonauts are clearly anthro but the animals they rescue aren’t

— there used to be a lot of conflict between the two, but now most places don’t care and are designed to accommodate both kinds of animals (like Tweak and Sandy are friends)

— whether or not predation of other animals (especially the non-anthro) is okay is a pretty heated debate in their society

— it’s possible for some non-anthro animals (most likely mammals) to learn to walk and to use their paws (hands?) like anthro’s but it’s very difficult (and vice versa if an anthro wants to learn to be more like a non-anthro)

— there’s also a United Nations equivalent who are tasked with keeping peace between species— they have a representative for each major species of each biome and with groups such as rainforest or polar regions working as groups, or having one collective vote on large scale issues (they’re also the ones who fund the Octonauts)

— their world is just as, if not more technologically advanced in some areas than ours (I mean hey, they manage to hide whole helmets in small collars!)

— humans never existed so many animals evolved in almost identical ways to fill that niche; some did, but some didn’t, which is why there are non-anthro animals as well

— most of, if not all, the world share a collective language that basically makes cross-species communication easier

— adding: each genus shares a language (with species having, like, slightly different versions, e.g.: wolves and dogs have slightly different pronunciations or slang, but sound very similar when compared to a fox) but all animals are taught the universal language

— like all things, the Octonauts probably have a few haters and enemies (because no world is perfect) and they sometimes have to watch their backs when at ports to resupply

— adding: they probably get into conflict with people who overfish, or people who pollute the ocean or oil rig people

— most animals have extended lifespans that are closer in length to humans

— some objects we use that usually have simple handles have grips, or whole shaped loops for paws to make holding them easier

— coat colour possibility and variations are far greater than in our world (I mean— Tweak’s GREEN and she also glows in the dark), and it either developed as a result of evolution, OR there was a nuclear war and some species’ genes were affected by nuclear radiation several generations ago; or both

— the Polar Scouts, in terms of world history, are a very recent invention—they were, most likely, introduced as a way to get young polar bear cubs to grow up in an environment that encourages equality and helping others (based on this post)

— the Polar Scouts programme was put in place by a Polar/Arctic sector of that United Nations style group, and whilst it HAS BEEN very successful (crime rates and the amount of violent polar bears has dropped A LOT), there are still quite a few bad eggs

— there are stereotypes about different animals; e.g. polar bears are expected to be violent and cruel, and enough live up to this stereotype that it persists

— adding: which is why Barnacles is really careful, patient, and understanding when helping other creatures

— although some countries are still using oils and plastics, society is gradually switching to sources more helpful to the environment

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NOTE : WILL BE UPDATED WHEN I FIND / COME UP WITH NEW STUFF !

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mysticcollectionbee · 3 months

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Saw your comment abt having a long theory/headcanon abt Al and Vox's Alliance/friendship, so like, share with the class, I need to hear every single theory abt them, I'm so normal abt them

Well since you asked~: I think that they not only had an alliance but it was actually ALASTOR that formed it. I know a lot of people think Vox would be the one to approach Al, I don’t think that would work. Vox would either be a nobody or a newcomer at the time they would meet. Al is arrogant and likes to be in control of things. He wouldn’t hear out Vox. BUT other way around makes sense. Alastor could have used the reasoning of “I’m bored and wanna see if alliances are entertaining” or (my theory) “This guy’s power can boost my own and vice versa…plus, I don’t want to do all the boring Overlord paperwork.” Because if the whole “Alastor became an Overlord due to technicality” thing is still canon, then he wouldn’t have signed up for anything but his own goals. Vox was probably atleast kinda interested in Alastor and also saw the potential of teaming. They worked kinda well up until their individual flaws started to bother each other. And no, I don’t think the main reason was: Old vs New. I think it was the conflicts underneath that issue that led to them becoming enemies. Actual conflicts: 1) Alastor is a mysterious loner who likes to keep things close to chest and Vox literally has cameras everywhere and wants to be on top of everything going on. Including with what his business partners are doing. 2) Alastor is arrogant and hates change, especially changing things for others (“People don’t like my radio shows? Don’t care! I do it for myself and those that do like it”) and Vox constantly needing attention and validation due to his own insecurity (“I’m losing viewers?! Quick, what trending right now? Or how can I improve this to be better?”). And finally 3) They both have tempers and think they’re usually in the right.

This also makes me think that it had to be Vox’s fault (Kinda) for the ‘breakup’. Alastor has been shown to be too stubborn to admit when he’s wrong and too tolerant of people doing things he shouldn’t tolerate just because they either get on his good side or are useful to him (*cough* Mimzy *cough*). So he probably would tolerate (to a degree) Vox’s constant need for attention and validation and constant push for fame and change. But, Al also has strict lines in the sand he won’t stand and when they’re crossed he snaps VERY aggressively (Husk touching a secretive matter when he is already pissed off in that hallway scene). So I can easily see Vox ‘improving’ (completely modernizing it or just putting things in there without permission) Alastor’s radio station as being enough to make Al destroy their alliance for good and make Vox look really bad. And this would also explain how the other Overlords see the Vees. Vox got a seat on their table by being buddy buddy with one of the most feared and THE most unpredictable Overlord. But if their partnership failing was seen as Alastor deeming the newcomer as a failure then the other Overlords would see Vox and the other Vees in a similar negative way (“Smug wannabes, who don’t heed when they’ve been warned!” -Carmilla). Because despite Zestiel questioning Alastor and Carmilla’s snide remark, they still treat Alastor (Guy who disappeared for 7 YEARS and hasn’t been doing much after killing other OVERLORDS they probably knew for a longer time) with a lot of respect. Zestiel still gives him proper greetings and more respectfully talks to him versus how he talks to Velvette. And Carmilla, still does welcome him back. He literally sits near the oldest out of all of them and the leader of the meeting. VS Carmilla acting like the Vees were either expected not to show or weren’t even invited. Zestiel rudely interrupting Vel while she’s talking, to point out how she’s wrong without letting her finish. And again, Vel seems to assume the end of the table is for her, as if the Vees are usually seated at the very last spot available. And the Vees have been around for those 7 years gaining more power. Almost like the old-timers once gave the newcomers a chance at the table but they ruined it for themselves. (*cough* one of the most powerful and vicious overlords in a group took one of you under his wing and you somehow ended up destroying that powerful alliance and replacing it with a loud pimp and a rude brat. *cough*)

SO…That my Ted-Talk. I basically do think Al and Vox were a famously good alliance at one point amongst the Overlords but when their flaws got on each other’s nerves and they ‘broke up’ (professionally/platonically), even the other Overlords simply around the two started to pick sides. I.E: Old-timers seeing the arrogance and foolishness of the young blood vs The Vees seeing a bunch of pompous fossils refusing to change for the better.

P.S. This makes me REALLY curious about Miss Zeezi since she obviously is from a more modern era (70s or 90s). Did she somehow get on the Vees bad side and that made the old-timers like her or something? Or did one of the Old guys do what Al and Vox did but make it work this time?

#hazbin hotel #theory kinda #analysis #headcanon kinda #vox #alastor #the vees #overlord #zestial #carmilla carmine #miss zeezi #hazbin velvette

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― pairing : Chris x fem! reader ― content warnings : wolf au, Chris is a wolf, reader is a witch, soulmates, thigh riding, wall sex, medieval settings as always, unprotected sex (wrap it up y’all), fantasy au ― word count : 3.541 ― notes : want this fic to make sense? read this as the last one of this series!

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

🐺🔮 WOLVES! STRAY KIDS SERIES

Chris part one | part two // Changbin // Jisung // Hyunjin // Seungmin // Minho part one | part two // Felix // Jeongin

The full moon shone bright in the starry sky, meaning that the wolves were on a hunt and the witches could meditate together, strengthening their bonds. It was a pleasant casualty how eight witches managed to go from absolute strangers to not only sisters, but also the protectors of the forest and the nearby village.

As the night breeze softly dishevelled your hair, you sat next to your sisters under the moon, your eyes closed and your soul – strangely enough, incredibility uneasy. Although you were physically distant, mates could feel each other’s emotions and so, you knew that Chris could easily figure out if anything was wrong and vice versa.

Even thought you spent the day constantly feeling worried, you didn’t want to alert anyone else about it; when Chris asked you why you were so troubled, you shook it off saying it was probably the full moon’s effect, and he believed you. Even thought the moon’s energy was flowing in your soul, you couldn’t help but feel distressed.

In the silence of the night, Felix’s mate suddenly called your attention with a gentle tap on your shoulder, and you immediately turned your head to make contact with her worried gaze; to interrupt a meditation, something must have happened.

«The Black Spirit saw some trespassers,» she whispered, tilting her head to the right and mumbling something to the spirit who always watched over her, «he says they’re wolves, and they’re wanderers.»

With a sigh, you furrowed your brows, silently biting your tongue while lost in thoughts; now that the pack wasn’t around, you were in charge. Chris was the Alpha, and not only you were his mate, you were also the first witch to join their pack, thing which immediately gave you a position of power.

Luckily, you all got along among each other and so no one of the witches ever tried to challenge your authority, especially because both you and Chris accordingly acted as leaders only in case of important matters.

With a quick nod, you asked Changbin’s and Felix’s mate to come along with you. Changbin’s mate came from a small village of fighters, so she was not only a powerful witch but also a strong warrior; Felix’s mate, well, she was powerful and also had the extra help of the Black Spirit, which could definitely come in hand. Asking the other witches to keep their meditation and to watch over you, the three of you quickly walked to the edge of the woods; you felt Chris’ emotions change into sudden worry, meaning that he already understood that something was wrong, and you knew it was just a matter of time for him and the others to come back.

Basically, you had to buy them enough time, a thing which you definitely could have done.

«Walk past that birch, and we’ll be considered at war.» you said with a stern voice to the six boys about to walk in your territories. They were young, tall and the scowl on their faces was threatening, as they kept looking at you as if you were nothing.

«If I’m not mistaken, your mates are not around,» one of them scoffed, crossing his arms in front of his chest with an amused grin, «I don’t see the problem.» as he was about to step past the birch, you let out a short unamused chuckle, lifting your left hand in mid-air: immediately, the boy stopped in his tracks as your eyes flashed golden. Chris has marked you a couple of weeks since you’ve met each other, and therefore, you were aware that the wolf already knew you were the Alpha’s mate, and the fact that he deliberately choose to ignore it, both worried you and irritated you at the same time.

«Is my authority not enough?» you challenged, raising an eyebrow; as the boy’s friends were about to pounce, your sisters mimicked your spell, and in an instant, the wanderers were totally unable to move.

«What can a witch do to a wolf?» he spat and you chuckled, instinctively tightening your hand in a silent spell just to make them feel a little more pain.

«I don’t know, you don’t seem to have the upper hand right now.» you shrugged quietly, and the ruffling of leaves on your left signalled you that your mates had finally came to your rescue. Chris’ bright red eyes were fixed on the wanderers as his wolf form was slowly making his way towards them while emitting a low and menacing growl; three black wolves quickly emerged from the bushes, and you immediately recognized them as Changbin, Minho and Hyunjin, the strongest among the pack and slowly, the others gradually emerged from the woods as well in their majestic wolf forms, confronting and outnumbering the still immobile trespassers.

«You can solve your matters with my mate, if you prefer.» you added, nodding towards Chris’, which was now protectively in front of you and more than ready to jump at the boy’s throat if he ever tried anything which he didn’t like.

Feeling safer, you and your sisters released your spell at the same time, your eyes turning in their natural colours; the wanderers could move again, but they wisely settled for walking away without any other word.

“That was surprisingly quick,” you thought, secretly glad that the matter had been solved without anyone getting hurt; you were all under the influence of the full moon, meaning that the witches were stronger but the wolves could easily lose control, thing which was definitely too dangerous. No one would have wanted to risk hurting their mate.

Before you could look back to the witches and tell them they did well, Chris’ head nudged your arm, and you immediately scratched his grey fur with a soft smile; you knew what he wanted to say, and you lowered yourself just enough to place a kiss next to his ear.

Thank you for coming to our rescue,» you gently told him, «you can go back.» Chris’ wolf form was both intimidating and majestic; even if you already saw it a countless times, you always found his soft grey fur and high red eyes mesmerising.

Eventually, the wolves went back on their hunt, and the witches went back to their meditating activities.

«Chris, wake up,» you sighed, squirming under the boy sprawled almost completely over you, «I bet breakfast is ready.»

Chris groaned unintelligible sentences which sounded like «Five more minutes.» before eventually lifting his head enough to quickly kiss your cheek in a good morning kiss and rolling on the other side of the bed with a movement way too slow and uncoordinated for him to be already awake; you chuckled to yourself at his cuteness, rubbing your eyes in the attempt to get rid of the desire of wanting to sleep a little more as well.

«You might want to hurry up, unless you want Seungmin and Hyunjin to eat your share of food as well.» you reached out to kiss his shoulder, and got up; you quickly washed up and headed towards Felix’s house.

A pack living in terraced cottages inevitably meant that the living room in each house was big enough to host everyone; Felix and his mate were surprisingly good at cooking and so, it had become a habit – more like a tradition, to cook and eat together at their house.

«I can’t believe it!» Jeongin’s mate shouted in disbelief, and you looked at her curiously as you joined the others for breakfast, taking a sit next to Changbin’s mate.

«You had to see her! “Is my authority not enough?”» Hyunjin said, trying to impersonate you as best as he could, «We could hear her all the way through the woods and I was like, “Yeah, go big sis, fuck them up!”» he said over excitedly before loosely wrap his arm around his mate’s shoulders, and you blushed in reflex, hiding your face into your hands in embarrassment.

«You did more than great.» Chris’ voice came in an unexpected whisper, right after a soft kiss has been placed on the top of your head. He sat next to you and yawned briefly while rubbing his eyes, before staring into an indefinite spot on the wooden table; you chuckled, waving a hand in front of his face, wondering how did he managed to be so cute even when he had barely woken up.

«-cottage on the river.» you heard Seungmin say, and you realized that you forgot to pay attention to him because you were completely engrossed by your mate’s beauty.

«Come again?» you innocently raised your eyebrows in confusion, ignoring the fact that Jisung and Changbin were laughing at you because they knew how smitten you and Chris were for each other.

Actually, truth was that your days were a constant teasing each other because mates shared a really deep and emotional bond, therefore it wasn’t rare for a couple to be completely engrossed by each other’s presence; let’s just say that you and Chris were the ones which gave it away the most.

«I said, you both look tired, you could go on a mini-vacation and stay at our cottage on the river.» Seungmin gently repeated himself, and you quickly shook your head.

«And leave you without supervision?» Chris joked, «Thanks, but someone has to watch over a group of hyperactive toddlers.»

«Some of us are older than you!» Minho’s mate immediately joked along, and Chris winked at her before mouthing “small babies”.

«At least, you don’t think the same, right?» Jeongin questioned you, and you took a sharp intake of breath before searching for Chris’ gaze, which was already looking at you with a smug and amused expression, quietly munching on his breakfast.

«Well…» you hesitated, silently confirming Chris’ words. The thing was, you occasionally talked about it; Chris was the Alpha and you were his mate, therefore, even if the both of you loved them all to the moon and back and considered them as your equals, you couldn’t help to feel somehow responsible for them and their safety.

«Well, mom and dad, pack your things, you have the weekend off.» Felix said, pointing the butter knife to you in a useless attempt to look threatening, making you erupt in quiet laughters instead.

The first time you’ve been to said cottage was when you first moved in with the pack, two years ago; that day will probably be engraved in your memory forever, since you and Chris made love for the first time and he officially marked you at his mate. Since then, the other witches started to join the pack, and you were both too happy and too occupied with making them feel welcome that nor you nor Chris ever thought about going back.

The cottage was almost identical to your houses; a simple, cosy wooden house stood next to the river, far enough from the woods, signalling the end of the pack’s territories.

Relaxing under the sun, you sat with your eyes closed and your head tilted back, balancing your weight on your hands, when a sudden sound of quick steps on the grass made you turn around; before you managed to, however, Chris was already sitting behind you, effortlessly pulling you between his legs and hugging your waist, so that you were pressed flush against his chest.

«I must admit, this was surprisingly a good idea.» you admitted, relaxing against his chest; could feel the smile in Chris’ lips as he brushed your hair over your shoulder, baring the side of your neck so that he could leave a trail of soft and gentle kisses as you were talking.

«I can’t wait to have you all for myself.» now as then, Chris’ voice was more than enough to send shivers down your spine, making it look as if you just recently got together, instead of being one of the most consolidated couples among the pack.

«It’s not like the walls at home aren’t soundproof.» you joked, but before you could actually finish the sentence, Chris had already turned your head with a gentle movement, capturing your lips with his.

The kiss was slow and sensual, full of unspoken promises about what would have happened later, Chris’ hold tightened around your waist anytime you tried to turn around, and you eventually resigned yourself to snake your hand in his soft brown hair. However, much to your dismay, the kiss didn’t last long enough; Chris parted from you with a soft sigh, smiling at your attempt to chase his lips in order to deepen the kiss once again.

«Patience, love.» he chanted, resting his chin on your shoulder before gently rocking your body sideways together; both of you sat there in silence, occasionally sharing kisses before eventually, Chris got up and took off his shirt.

«W-what?» you questioned, dumbfounded, as your eyes travelled on his pale and toned chest, the scar on his stomach was a constant reminder about the day you found him.

«I’m going to hunt,» he chuckled, «Unless you want me to eat you for dinner.» with a wink, he finished undressing, before turning into a wolf in front of your eyes; you briefly covered your ears, the loud noise of bone cracking while he changed still sounded way too painful to you, even if him and the others had told you more than once that they felt nothing.

Chris licked your chin in a silent way to say “see you later”, before disappearing into the woods.

«Shouldn’t we clean up?» you somehow managed to mumble, clearly not believing in your own words, as Chris backed you against the wooden door of the bedroom, his thigh pressed between yours and your lips roughly moving together; your hands quickly slid from his hips to under his shirt in order to wander on his chest.

«I’m sure it can wait.» Chris simply mumbled back, not bothering to detach from your lips as his hands quickly loosened the front leather laces of your corset, easily getting rid of it; he pressed his thigh flush against your core and you whimpered against his lips, quickly unfastening his trousers.

It was a blur, honestly, how you went from hopelessly tug at each other’s clothes in order to get rid of them while being both driven by lust, to Chris guiding the pace of your hips against his left thigh. Something you had figured out, was that anytime he made you ride him or his thigh, Chris enjoyed keeping your movement slow, occasionally letting you in control, because he loved too see you slowly coming undone; if you were to ask him, it was a sight he’ll never get used to.

Chris’ lips were on your neck, on your collarbones, anywhere they could reach without moving too much; your head was thrown back in bliss, symphonies of needy cries escaping your lips while you occasionally arched your back from the cold wooden door. It didn’t help that you could feel his hard length constantly brushing against your thigh, teasing you ever so slightly; the fact that he kept tensing up his muscle every now and then didn’t help you at all, on the contrary, such small and unexpected actions against your core were making you reach your orgasm quicker than you were willing to admit.

Carefully keeping eye contact with you through hooded eyes – which were now completely red, Chris lowered just enough to capture your right nipple between his teeth, slightly nibbling around it; immediately, you roughly tug at his hair, making him moan in surprise.

«Touch me, Chris,» you whined, «… I’m so close.» you added as if he didn’t know already; Chris could feel your motions growing weak, so he lifted his leg up to meet your core.

«What if I won’t?» he teased you, his lips back against yours and both his hands blocking your own against the wall, in case you felt brave enough to reach out and try to touch yourself. Judging by your whines and pleads, Chriscould tell you just needed a little more and you’d be there; you managed to intertwine your fingers with his his as you sighed heavily, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

Encouraged by the feeling of your orgasm deliciously burning into your abdomen and ready to spread into your body, your hips rocked back and forth on his thigh faster as you reached your peak, closing your thighs impossibly tight around his as you reached your orgasm with a broken moan.

«Fuck me,» you pleaded with your breath still uneven, ignoring the fact that you were still repeatedly clenching around nothing and coming down from your orgasm; Chris’ body was pressed flush against you, and you were about to go insane with the need of feeling him inside you.

«Shouldn’t we clean up?» Chris mumbled with a smug smile, quoting your own words in order to tease you, as he effortlessly picked you up and pressed you against the stone wall next to the door.

«You’ll clean me up later.» you mumbled, too far gone to understand that he was provoking you, before connecting your lips together. Chris aligned his length at your entrance, tip rubbing up and down your slit, wetting it with your juices before eventually bottoming out inside you with a slow and constant movement. Chrisclosed his eyes, enjoying the small whimpers that left your lips while you tugged at his hair, making his hips instinctively push a little harsher against yours. The feeling of being stretched and at the same time filled up was everything you needed, making your eyes roll up while your mouth slightly opened in a silent moan.

Despite Chris was strong enough to effortlessly keep you up without getting tired, gravity was inevitably giving you the sensation of falling, and therefore, not only you could feel him even deeper, but you could feel him twitch inside you in a total different way than when you were having sex on your bed.

With your hands anchored one on his shoulder and one in his hair and Chris’s hands being under your thighs, he started to move in a slow and teasing pace, his only goal to drive you insane with the luscious strokes of his length; he peppered your neck with soft bites and lingering kisses, knowing that you were about to give up.

«Faster, Chris, please.» you pleaded against his lips with a weak and broken whine; Chris hummed with a smug smile, his bright red eyes burning into yours as he pressed you flush between the wall and his body as he pressed one elbow against the wall, supporting your thigh with his left hand.

Chris happily complied to your request since, to be honest, he was anticipating for this moment since he had backed you up against the bedroom door earlier, and therefore he picked up the pace, drastically; his length was going deeper and deeper, tip deliciously hitting your sweet spot until you were a whimpering and trembling mess, begging for release.

«Touch yourself,love.» was Chris’ only answer to your pleads, slowing down his pace and detaching his chest from yours just enough for your trembling hand to reach down and press against your clit, before he resumed his previous actions, your hand trapped between your bodies and occasionally brushing against his soaked hard length as you were quickly rubbing circles on your clit.

«Come with me.» Chris’ raspy moans gradually increased as you started clenching around him more frequently, his teeth nibbling at the mating bite mark that he had left on your neck long ago. Needless to say, Chris’ voice was more than enough for you to reach your climax, and your orgasm suddenly washed over you, making you clench around his throbbing length and triggering his orgasm as well; Chris came exhaling something in between a husky groan and a shaky breath, his eyes gradually turning back from bright red to dark brown.

Chris gently slid out of you before placing your back on the ground, his hands gently brushing your hair from your face as you leaned into his touch; with a tired smile you reached out to rub your noses together, before mumbling a quiet «I love you,» which he immediately returned with a content smile framed by his adorable dimples.

Eventually, after you managed to clean up both yourselves and the dishes, you settled for cuddling on the bed, playing with each other fingertips before eventually, Chris decided to smoothly intertwine them together with a simple movement.

«I was thinking,» you mumbled, encouraged to go on by Chris’ soft yet sleepy hum, «As much as I miss the others, I wouldn’t mind stay here another day.»

«Well, love,» Chris mumbled, running his fingers through your hair as he briefly played with your fingertips before finishing his sentence,

«I’d say that we can stay here until we realize that the kids managed to burn down half of the woods.» he joked, making you giggle; you nodded against his chest, and the two of you gradually fell asleep with content smiles, cuddling in each other’s embrace.

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steddieunderdogfics · 3 months

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This week’s writer spotlight feature is: @estrellami-1! Most of their works are on tumblr, but they have three on Archive of Our Own in the Stranger Things fandom. You can find all of their tumblr works here.

@finntheehumaneater recommends the following works by @estrellami-1:

If I Should Stay

(Push Away the) Lonely Times

Soft Touch Baby

I’m nominating them because they are just a delight to talk to, and such a creative writer. Honestly, the way they describe things is beautiful and I can see it so clearly in my head. Any character they write is written to PERFECTION. They’re one of my favorite tumblr mutuals…ever :) - finnthehumaneater

Below the cut, @estrellami-1 answered some questions about their writing process and some of their recommended work!

Why do you write Steddie?

Short, funny answer? Hyperfixation. Longer answer… it just works in a way I don’t see many pairings work. Maybe I’ve just got blinders on, I don’t know, but nothing about their canonical personalities have to change in order for them to be together.

What’s your favorite trope to READ?

This is like asking who my favorite kid is… I like SO many, it honestly might be easier to ask what I don’t like! I tend to like the softer things, though; hurt/comfort (emphasis on the comfort), found family, fluff, things like that. I’m a sucker for anything soft and slow, which @ghosttotheparty does an AMAZING job at.

What’s your favorite trope to WRITE?

Again, anything soft and sweet! I tend to read what I write and vice versa… though I’m also an avid smut reader, and I’ve only felt brave enough to try writing it more recently. I think writing smut isn’t really my thing, but I am glad to have tried, just to say I’ve done it. But hey, never say never; it could happen one day!

What’s your favorite Steddie fic?

I can’t possibly pick just one!! @pukner has some AMAZING things, specifically the two series off-script and always burning, world keeps turning. I’m also obsessed with anything by @ghosttotheparty, as stated earlier, and anything by the amazing @steddieas-shegoes.

Is there a trope you’re excited to explore in a future work but haven’t yet?

Honestly, probably 70% of what I write never sees the light of day. Not for lack of want, but because I lose inspiration halfway through. So with that being said, I think I’ve written all the tropes I’d like to; I just haven’t published all of them. Fingers crossed, though; I still have all those docs, and I do go back to them sometimes, so hopefully inspiration will strike again!

What is your writing process like?

In all honesty, I don’t really have one. I tend to start at the beginning and let the characters take over, which means even I am surprised by some of the things I write! One such example is the relationship between Steve and El in If I Should Stay. I never thought they’d get that close, but here we are!

Do you have any writing quirks?

Unless it’s considered a quirk to write alone in my room at night, in complete darkness, with only my phone screen for light… then no. I don’t think so. Although I have definitely noticed I make the faces the characters do, to make sure I’m describing the right thing! 😂

Do you prefer posting when you’ve finished writing or on a schedule?

Since most things I write never get posted… I honestly don’t know! Probably on a schedule, considering I’m not finished writing If I Should Stay yet, but I’m not super picky; nothing else I post is on any sort of schedule, though that may be just because I mainly post one-shots.

Which fic are you most proud of?

Honestly, it’s a tie between If I Should Stay and Falling. If I Should Stay because I never expected to stick with it this long—I’m working on part 61 right now—and I’m exploring a lot of things I haven’t before. Falling because to this day, nothing I’ve done has come out like that. It was effortless in a way I never expected it to be, in a way I’ve never experienced before, and I think the results speak for themselves; it’s one of my most-liked fics, clocking in at just over 4k notes on Tumblr and 6.6k hits on ao3, most of which happened in the first week of it being posted!

How did you get the idea for (Push Away The) Lonely Times?

In all honesty… I don’t remember. Probably a combination of “what if Steve had Good Parents” and “what if Steve and Eddie were childhood friends” Tumblr posts!

When writing If I Should Stay, what was something you didn’t expect?

Like I said earlier, Steve and El’s relationship was a surprise. As was Alli, actually; I had no plans for a sister, but then I saw a “Steve has younger-brother-to-a-sister-energy” Tumblr post, said, “you right,” and proceeded to write her into that very next part.

What inspired Soft Touch Baby?

I swear I’ve got the worst memory… I honestly don’t remember. It was one of my firsts, and at that point in time I hadn’t even seen the show yet, so I wasn’t super confident in the fic, but damn if I didn’t have the balls! Looking back on it now, it isn’t my favorite, but I think it’s important to know where you came from, if only to see that it’s not all in vain, that even I can see how much better I’ve gotten.

What was your favorite part to write from (Push Away The) Lonely Times?

Probably the entirety of parts 3 and 4. I love Jim and Hopper’s banter, and I love Jim’s internal monologue in 4 as he’s taking care of Steve. I love exploring characterizations like this!!

How do/did you feel writing Soft Touch Baby?

As I said earlier, I don’t love it now, but I do like it for the starting block it is. I do remember, though, while I was writing it, I was feeling so smug; I thought I was writing the equivalent of the goddamn Mona Lisa. Laughable, really, which is another reason I don’t delete/orphan it. It helps keep me humble, to an extent.

What was the most difficult part of writing If I Should Stay?

Honestly? Posting the first part. I thought it was a throwaway thing, something that came a dime a dozen, something that everyone and their mother had already written. I posted it far too late at night (or was it far too early in the morning?) because I decided I didn’t give a shit, and woke up to an overwhelmingly positive response. To this day, I’m blown away by the attention it got! My taglists hit 100 people in just 4 days!

Do you have a favorite scene and/or line from any of your fics?

Honestly, pretty much the entirely of Falling, and to a lesser extent, Because of You. In the former, it’s the whole Apollo/Dionysus banter, the way Eddie says Steve’s eyes are hazel and his hair has gold, the way he calls Steve sunshine boy, and the not to me, not if it’s you line. In the latter, it’s Steve saying, “…Because I trust you. I feel safe with you. I believe you’ll take care of me, because you’ve already proven you will.” I imagined him almost upset when saying this; louder than normal, very emotional, just trying to get Eddie to understand. It’s a very raw line, Steve’s being very open, and in the context of the fic, it’s kinda groundbreaking for him, and Eddie knows it.

Do you have any upcoming projects or fics you’d like to share/promote?

I think I’ve shared something about most of the ones I’m excited about… all of this will be after I finish writing If I Should Stay, but I have a fae!Steve fic that I’m working on, one where Steve goes deaf (very heartbreaking and emotional and real and so, so much love and family), and I’ve got a lavender prom idea I’m working on, in which Steve and Robin are Platonic soulmates, Steve has an unfortunate crush on Eddie, and Robin’s got an equally unfortunate crush on Vickie. It’s a No Upside-Down AU in which Steve decides to host the first(?) lavender prom at his house. It’s not called a lavender prom, obviously, but I do have something of an idea for a nod to the name. Here’s a snippet, if you want, because I actually am really excited about this one:

Robin dramatically drapes herself over the foot of Steve’s bed and sighs. Dramatically. He quirks a brow, but otherwise doesn’t react, just keeps trying to focus on the same page he’s been trying to read for what feels like the past ten minutes. She sighs dramatically again. Somehow it’s even louder than before. He drops the book and looks heavenward for a moment. “What’s wrong?” “Prom’s coming up.” Steve’s nose wrinkles. It’s all anyone’s been talking about. “I know.” “I’ll have to dance with a guy.” “You don’t have to.” “There are rumors, Steven. Rumors,” she hisses, rolling over to stare at him. “Okay, so dance with a guy.” “And what happens if he tries to make a move?” “You reject him? Politely?” “Steve.” She says his name like he’s an idiot. He’s used to it. “The entire reason for a girl to dance with a guy is because she likes him. I’ll be back at square one.” Steve sighs, thinking. Truthfully, he isn’t really looking forward to prom, either. After his fall from the social totem pole, he puts a lot less stock in what people think of him, but even he has some societal norms to adhere to still. Societal norms like dancing with a girl when there’s a certain guy who’s been circling his mind instead. “Okay,” he says, thinking. “Do you know anyone else who has the same problem?” “Besides you? I can think of a couple of people.” The way she looks at him makes him think they’re thinking of the same person, and he’s suddenly struck once again with gratitude that she’s his friend. “If you talk to him, I’ll talk to Vickie.” “I will kiss you. Very platonically. On the forehead.” He laughs. “Okay. I’m thinking, what if I host something here, the same night as prom?” “I’m thinking there are a few people who would be really grateful.” They share a smile with each other before Robin grabs the book. “Okay, where are you, I’ll read, you listen.” “I love you,” he tells her seriously, moving to lay next to her and look at the page she’s looking at. He points to a section and she nods, tracing her finger down the lines as she reads.

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margarethx · 1 year

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Another Sambucky story I would really want to write when my brain allows me to do it would be the one that really focuses on their loneliness. Because I feel like it’s something very deeply ingrained in both of these characters that’s surprisingly rarely explored in stories - especially when it comes to Sam.

I feel like Sam and Bucky have a natural talent for forming quick bonds with people. Even Bucky, despite... everything... seemed to have an easy time talking to Leah, Ayo, Sam’s family, or Sam himself after knowing them for a relatively short time. Sam, meanwhile, has an important connection with his community, became friends with Steve in an instant, and seemed to be acquainted with most Avengers after knowing them for a rather short time.

It looks like they want to and could potentially have a social life.

But at the same time... they’re so wildly independent and stubborn that they keep putting a barrier between themselves and other people. Bucky, by not responding to messages, going into hiding, or literally putting himself in a freezer. And Sam, by leaving for the military, then living far away from his family in DC, or by going on missions alone, instead of asking for help.

(Not to mention that Sam had dropped his job at the VA and life in DC without a second of regret, so I doubt he had a flourishing social life or a bunch of close friends who’d noticed that he’s gone.)

So, to sum up... Sam and Bucky both want to connect with people, however, these relations seem very surface level and short-lived - even if they’re genuine. Because they often prefer to be alone, but push it a bit too far at times. Or because they’re at a point in their life when they just can’t allow themselves to have friends, let alone a partner - Hydra, military, being a fugitive... or being dead.

And... finally. I’d love to explore how Bucky is the only person who’s truly able to break Sam’s barriers and emotional defenses (and vice versa). How no one else could get so close to them except for the other, because they crave the human contact and closeness, but nobody understood them well enough, until now, to make the relationship actually meaningful.

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okay happy to give a prompt because I need alerudy like I need air they are so underwritten. I’m too Latino and too gay to not need them. Beware because it’s fluffy.

Dance lessons! I headcanon Alejandro as coming from a big family where Rudy might have only had one or no siblings, and you might think that means Ale had more opportunity to dance, that would be wrong. Alejandro got lost in the mix of family and by the time he’s like 15 he 1) can’t dance a basic cumbia because everyone figured he’d just pick it up and 2) is old enough that being bad at dancing is embarrassing rather than endearing. Rudy, by contrast, has been his single mom’s dance partner for years, right up until she got re-married (and he danced his ass off at the wedding too).

So Ale sucks it up and asks Rudy to teach him how to dance because it’s quinceañera season and he can’t go another year claiming he twisted his ankle. So the lessons begin. In secret, late at night on top of a roof near the bar district, where they can hear the music from below. Where no one can see two boys dancing. Rudy has him start by following, then by leading, and then they switch off. Dealer’s choice whether Rudy is dying inside because he’s wanted to dance with Ale for years, or if this is a Gay Awakening, but either way. They’re feeling Something.

I have no idea where this ends which is why I’m giving up custody to you!

how could you possibly know i am currently writing a cumbia fic with alerudy

how. *How*, Nonny? Alright. *cracks knuckles* Let's have at'er. (note: I'm going with Alejandro's mom is Rudy's madrino, and vice versa. Because idk about you, but my nina was treated like my second mother, no questions or argument allowed.) No CWs, just fluff of teenage boys with crushes dancing.

"Alejandro."

"Rodolfo."

Rudy rolls his eyes at the way Alejo parrots back, defensive. "Si se puede, Alejo."

Alejandro's refusing to look at him, frowning deeply, and it's heartbreaking how beautiful he is even now, gripping his own elbows, hair hanging in his eyes.

It was Alejo's tío who originally showed the boys this spot. The bright lights of the mercado cast its long flat roof into shadow; the strangely blinking red lights on its sign left it feeling private and alone. It hadn't been what Rudy had been looking for at the time. He'd heard there would be a meteor shower, and his mama was working that night. He knew Alejandro would go with him, he just had to find a place dark enough to see the stars.

They never did see the stars falling, but Alejandro held his hand as they watched the grey clouds cover a red-tinted sky and that was enough.

Tonight? The sky was clear and they could hear the distant but cheerful beat of the bar in the alley below. Rudy hoped it'd be loud enough to dance to.

Alejandro never liked failing, grouchy and embarrassed even as Rudy tried to model the steps.

"Alejandro, ven. Por favor. ¿Bailar conmigo?"

Rudy held a hand out, waiting. It was rare that Alejandro would deny him anything he wanted, a fact his mother had pointed out to him with a sly smile. He'd asked her once why she never went out dancing. She had cupped his cheeks and squeezed. "Mijo, there is nothing better than dancing with someone you love with your entire heart. Dancing in a club? You can go with your friends and have fun. Take Alejito, he needs the fun. But I am happy, here, dancing with you."

He was tall enough now that it was easier for him to lead when dancing with her, but she'd taught him both skills. “You never know who you will want to dance with”, she'd insisted.

He was pretty sure she knew who he wanted to dance with.

And that person didn't want to dance with him.

Rudy sighed. "If you want, Tía Lucía is probably still awake. I can—"

With an angry snarl, Alejandro stomped over, holding his arms out stiffly. He still refused to look directly at Rudy now that they were standing so close together under the aging neon sign. Rudy couldn't help but feel a whisper of hope that the tint of red across Alejandro's face was the blush his mama swore was there when he wasn't looking.

"I'm not asking Tía Lucía to teach me to dance for her own daughter's quinceañera. She'll know why I didn't dance at Letty's."

"Okay. You sure you're not going to punch me? It's easier to learn the steps at first if you follow."

Alejandro's shoulders dropped, the frustration leaching out of him with a heavy sigh. He looked around again, taking in the soft echo of the music from below, the flickering light, and gestured for Rudy to come closer. "Not going to punch you. Not your fault, I—"

Whatever he was going to say was startled out of him as Rudy took his hand to pull him close, the other hand on his waist. "Relax."

Rudy shifted him gently, and Alejandro panicked, tightly gripping his shoulder, glancing down at their feet.

"Don't look. Just trust me, okay? Count with me."

Rudy counted a quiet beat, letting Alejandro slowly relax into the rhythm. He was good at it, once he relaxed. Rudy encouraged him around, into a small circle, before the song changed again, a bouncy, cheerful song that Rudy recognized from his mother's small, crackly radio.

"You try leading now." Rudy shifted their joined hands, rubbing his sweaty palm on his thigh before reaching up to clasp Alejandro's shoulder. He desperately wanted to wrap both arms around his neck and press close, but he was fairly sure he couldn't get away with claiming it was part of teaching him to dance.

Alejandro approached it like he did everything else new to him. Brow furrowed, concentrating. Rudy doesn't know exactly when Alejandro managed to get taller than him, but it took his breath away to look up, the bright glow reflecting in Alejandro's dark eyes that met his, studying him so intently.

He tested, his fingers gently pressing, guiding Rudy. His confidence grew as the song went on, and Rudy surrendered to the warmth of Alejandro's arm around him, hand gentle on his back. "Not so hard, is it?"

Alejandro's wry smile as he ducked his head was answer enough. It wasn't a difficult dance, at least not the basics. Alejandro lifted a shoulder at Rudy's questioning eyebrow. The movement shifted Rudy’s hand, and it was excuse enough. He took the moment to curl his hand around Alejandro's neck, feeling the knobs of his spine and tangling his fingers in his long, dark curls.

"Plenty to learn still, besides just the basic steps. Unless this is enough for you?"

Alejandro's voice cracked slightly, eyes wide as he pulled Rudy closer, both of them moving slower as the song faded out. "Might need more practice. I've seen you dance with Nina Antonia, there's spinning involved."

"Then come over tomorrow, after school. You know my mom won't make fun, and we've got the music. She's making pozole anyway, you know you want to."

"Fine," Alejandro huffed, pretending it was a hardship like they weren't always at each other's homes for dinner anyway. Tomorrow was a rare day off for Rudy’s mom, but he knew she wouldn't mind. "One more song first?"

Rudy shifted close again as Alejandro's too-warm hand gripped his ribs and they moved with the rhythm of the drums. Rudy had always enjoyed dancing with his mama, but he thought that maybe she had a point. Dancing with her was very, very different than dancing with Alejandro, especially with the way his eyes glittered in the dark.

#alerudy #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alejandro x rudy #they're just babies here though #consider this backstory to my other cumbia fic if you've gotten snippies of that.#teenage boys dancing is just so cute #both of them crushin on each other #well shit it's been awhile since i just dropped a one shot like that #don't hate me if it's out of character i'm still babey in this fandom pls oh god #tryin real hard tho

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