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redeyerhaenyra · 8 months

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Hey, its ya girl, ominoose. Honoured to be here on opening night.

I would like to request Jake Lockley, Blue Jones and Basil Stitt with a curvy/chubby reader please! XOXOXO

Jake, Blue, Basil, with a curvy reader

Summary: Some headcanons for Jake, Blue, and Basil with a curvalicious reader

Warnings: Masturbation(male), possessiveness, unhealthy relationships in Basil's section, recording, thigh fucking, dollification(?)in Blue's section, a small bit of titty worship if you squint

Notes: MUSHI omg, yes yes yes 1000% yes, autistic bisexual curvy oscar isaac lovers RISSSEEE- I kinda got carried away with Basil's section hehehe but I hope you enjoy nonetheless :)

Jake Lockley

OK so if there's one thing we know about Jake, he is the opposite of shy, especially when it comes to his affections for you

Man lives and breathes to just look at you

The bastard will fucking pout if you're going out and you don't wear tight clothes

"But, hermosa, I wanna show you off, you're so hot. Everybody wishes they were you, prometo."

He's so proud you're his, there is nothing about you he doesn't love. Like I said earlier, he just likes to look at you.

All the curves and bumps, your soft tummy, your plush thighs, he can't get enough.

You will be sitting in his lap most of the time and this is non negotiable

It's half a sex thing for him and half that you're basically his plushie that he likes to cuddle, just having you sit pretty on his lap, all warm and squishy, makes him feel better

I think he'd definitely be into thigh fucking like c'mon now it's obvious

Feeling and seeing his dick between your squishy thighs just makes him go feral

I've said it before I'll say it again he fucking lives for making Marc and Steven jealous and recording himself fucking your thighs on Steven's phone for the poor guy to find later is just one of the many ways he does that

He talks alot too, just to rub it in further

"Guau, qué chica tan bonita. Hmm? You're so beautiful aren't you, baby? So perfect and squishy for me, I bet Marc and Steven wish they were here right now, huh? Don't you agree? Yeah, I bet you do."

Blue Jones

Oh no

If you thought Jake was bad you have a whole nother thing coming

Blue will PERSONALLY make sure all the costumes you wear on stage highlight just how curvy and plush you are.

But no one else is allowed to touch you

Oh no, that right's reserved for him and him alone

Tbh even when you're not performing, he'll want you to be wearing tight fitting shirts so he can stare at your boobies as you go about your day

Yeah he's a tit guy, don't get me wrong he loves all parts of your body but titties just do it for him

Him and Jake are very similar tbh, he also likes to show you off.

When high rollers are in the club you'll be sitting on his lap and no one else's

You're his doll, toy, barbie even

He likes to dress you up and play with you ;)

I'm serious he will pick out outfits for only him to see you in, dress you up in them, sit you on his lap and brush your hair

Like I said you're his toy, his stress ball, even

Just squeezing you will calm him down, any part of you, it's almost grounding to him

He talks to you in these moments, but it's just sort of general babbling about how shit his day was, and all you have to do is sit in his lap and let him nuzzle your breasts

"You're so good to me, bunny. I don't deserve you, do I? No matter what I do you're always here.. always so soft for me.."

Basil Stitt

Ah, everyone's favorite recluse

Look at the way this man lives and tell me he's not a porn addict please

YOU KNOW I'M RIGHT

So we've established that he's a greasy little basement dweller who watches porn on the regular

And we all know that most mainstream porn showcases sort of a singular body type (no hate to my skinny ladies btw ily mwah mwah)

Like it never occurred to him that he might find chubby ladies attractive

So when you, his new neighbour, moving into the apartment across the hall from him, knock on his door to say hi with the most wonderful tight leggings on he basically dies on the spot

The way your thighs looked so squishy and plush- he just wanted to grab them and sink his teeth into them

He tried to end the conversation as quickly as possible because he knew he would've ended up moaning out loud at any point

And then you turn around to walk away AND HE SEES YOUR ASS he's dead he's so dead

The next time he sees you, you're coming back from a night out, clearly a little tipsy, and wearing the shortest, tightest black dress he's ever seen, he dies a second time

His face is pressed up agaisnt the peephole in his door so he can watch you

You drop your keys at one point and bend over to pick them up and he basically cums in his pants untouched

Groaning and falling to his knees as his now softening dick rubs against the wet patch in his jeans

He makes it a point to watch you whenever he can now

He learns your schedule off by heart, it becomes his schedule. Probably has alarms set for it on his phone

Like "Oh , it's 9AM, time to watch my neighbour leave for work." "Oh its 8:30 time to watch her come home."

He really desperately wants to talk to you more but the poor guy is just so insecure :(

This cycle continues for a while.. until one fateful day, you come back from your weekly night out, in the same tight black dress that he loves so much on you... but this time... you're accompanied by a man

The both of your are similarly a little drunk, giggling and fumbling over the keys to your apartment

What? What's this? A friend, brother... partner? Basil silently begs you from behind the door to not let him into your apartment but oh god that's exactly what you do

He feels the tears running down his face before he realises he's crying, pleading for you to stop from behind his door.

His pleads turn to shouts as you close the door, sniffling and crying

Definitely fucks up his apartment again in his anguish

And when he's done that he angrily jerks off, to get back at you? He's not sure. He doesn't even know if you're having sex with the guy, or if it's just a friend you're letting crash at your place, but he's so obsessed with you he can't imagine it being any other reason that you would "betray" him like that

His poor cock is red and sore and he realises he shouldn't have tugged on it so hard 🥺 poor baby

He spends the next day crying in bed, it feels like you've dumped him when you're both barely more than acquaintances but by this point he's formed a sort of parasocial relationship with you, and your soft tummy, that he can't get over the prospect of you even looking at other men

And so, it's decided. He's going to go, knock on your door, and talk to you.... tomorrow. One day. He will do it! Just.. not today.

#blue jones #blue jones sucker punch #blue jones x reader #blue jones smut #mushi ♡#jake lockley #jake lockely x reader #jake lockely smut #jake lockley moonknight #basil stitt #lightning face #basil stitt x reader #basil stitt smut

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desafinado · 1 year

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Damnn i like s/o wife hcs so much can you do the same to zhongli and diluc👉🏻👈🏻 also hope you have nice day

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 happily ever afters (?)

°｡⋆ zhongli, diluc, kazuha x reader (separately)

°｡⋆ suggestive like literally the word, sickening fluff once again

note: ofc, and thank you, hope your days are well too. added kazuha bc while i’m here, might as well… i'm glad y'all like the first one, and if there’s anyone else you’d like to see, don’t hesitate to leave an ask!! also... depending on whether i got the courage to post it alr, a 50 followers celebration is coming up, (its here!!) so feel free to join in ^^

(alhaitham, ayato) | (zhongli, diluc, kazuha)

zhongli ♡

all his years on teyvat, and you’d think he’d get used to all of the beauty it has to offer… but you still catch him off guard when you boop his nose first thing in the morning.

though he couldn’t have asked for a better way to wake up, it gives him the perfect excuse to shower you with kisses.

i feel like he’d easily slip into the so called “married life” as well as being the perfect husband (or as i like to say, malewife)

he cooks, he cleans, he makes you feel all warm inside…

he even visits during work, or vice-versa. you both have lunch with whatever he had initially packed just for you (you insist for him to join you).

on the less busy days, you both might even go for a walk by liyue harbor, taking in the stunning view of the ocean amidst the work on the docks

another spot you both would frequent is the path to the golden house, which might be a harder trek, but the views of the mountains as well as the history scattered around is very much worth it.

early on in your relationship, he already took note of your affection for certain dishes, so now he knows which ones to cook when you come home feeling celebratory, fatigued, frustrated, or just sad.

he lulls you to sleep (cuddled together ofc) with some old liyue tales and folklore, forehead kisses every now and then.

expect a lot of road trips along liyue or even to other nations. he wants to experience teyvat, now that he isn’t very preoccupied being an archon, and he wants to experience it with you.

even if it's just for a weekend, he makes sure that it’s something you’ll both treasure.

while on these trips, your favorite pastime is just taking candid pictures of him; they either turn out absolutely stunning and jaw dropping…or just plain goofy

“hehehe…” “what are you giggling about, my love?… oh. wonderful picture nonetheless ,my darling, though i apologize you caught me at a bad moment.”

you sighing at him in content, as he recounts his own experiences about the location you’re both visiting.

since, he’s always recounting to you his experiences in the past, you make it a point to introduce to all the newer advances in the world… whether it be technology or gastronomical breakthroughs

“so you’re saying… they put a whole dango in this milk? and people drink it? that doesn’t sound very…” “healthy? yup, but the raiden shogun herself approves of it so…”

though it might not suit his tastes or its emergence into culture, he’s happy trying whatever you have to offer him.

you’ll also tell him the history and cultures from your own homeland! he’s gets very excited about it, because he’s always up for learning something new, especially when it’s something near and dear to you.

he just wants to spend as much time as he can with you; he of all people knows how short human life can be. he’s willing to spend it making sure you’ve lived a good one.

he’s been more silent than usual; you’ve been talking for a good 20 minutes now. he’d usually ask you questions or share his own insights from your sharing, but he’s been totally silent, only giving nods of affirmation. you pause your ramblings for a moment to check on him.

“dear? you haven’t spoken this entire time, i have to admit it is quite strange.”

he exhales softly, shaking his head.

“does it make you uneasy? i apologize, i was just… captivated by you.”

a blush spreads from your cheek to your entire face; he never did fail at making you feel like a middle-schooler with a crush. you hit his chest playfully, trying to play off your flustered state. he just giggles, admiring you under the golden sunset.

“zhongli!”

“it is only the truth, my love. it seems that everyday my love for you only grows stronger.”

diluc ♡

you’ve never seen lovesick, until you see diluc come home everyday to collapse in your arms.

he’ll often rant about rowdy patrons at the tavern or pompous businessman he had to meet that day, you just try to get him to a better place… or at least you try to.

“he annoyed me to hell, darling. he acted like he owned the place…” “but you do, dear. next time, you should just kick him out. don’t they know they’re keeping you from me?”

his embarrassed state is something he only lets you see… and well, cause. it just baffles him that you'd go to such lengths or say such things to demonstrate your love for him.

when you both have a day off, you both spend it around the estate, enjoying each other’s presence.

reading books in the library, baking a batch of cookies, picking grapes or braiding his hair. he absolutely craves these moments of normalcy, and you’re happy spending it with him.

braiding his hair is especially fun, because it gives you the opportunity to run a hand through his soft locks. you also steal a kiss or two on his neck.

if you two have a day or night out on the town, you can be sure that he might hold your hand a bit tighter or rest an arm around your shoulder the entire time.

it’s not that he’s necessarily jealous, but it's a small reminder for him that whatever he can face, he can face it with you.

so if a certain knight comes along, teasing him, he doesn’t feel at all embarrassed, because his love for you is nothing to be ashamed of.

but back to coming home, it's especially satisfying after spending a day with you. it’s a good kind of tired, the tiredness you’d feel from an overload of serotonin.

if he decides to go on some darknight hero business, you’ll be there to see him off and make sure he’s ready for whatever he might come across.

he’s even discovered a snack bar or two in his coat pocket.

bloody, bruised, or unscathed, you’ll be there to welcome him home. he’s told you to go on and sleep without him, but you’ve refused every time.

the first time he found you, he felt the guilt go straight to his head. you assured him you were fine though, and you’d only feel sorry if he wasn’t the last thing you saw before you slept.

if time and fatigue truly forbids it, you’re sure to find him in morning light, his arms around you.

he never wants you to worry over him… more than you already do.

to him, you’re the only thing worth coming home for, the only reason he’d want to come home in one piece. between all the loud crowds causing him a headache or bloody battles he’s fought, he imagines you waiting for him at the place he knows as home.

“oh my god.”

his voice is deep and almost shaky, seeing you reading a book and sitting at the edge of your shared bed. the sun was set to rise in an hour or so, but here you were, waiting for his arrival. he dropped whatever he was holding, not caring for the loud thump it made; he immediately brought his arms around you, the both of you softly falling to the bed.

“d-did you wait this long for me? you didn’t have to… i’m so-”

“diluc.”

you bring a palm to his cheek, guiding his gaze towards you. your eyes did look sleepy, but a lazy yet bright smile ran across your face.

“it doesn’t matter, my dear. i’m just happy you’re home, here, with me. that’s all that ever matters.”

kazuha ♡

you both compromised on a long distance relationship for the majority of your relationship, but when marriage came up, you knew you couldn’t keep it that way.

rather than him having to come visit you every few months, he gradually stayed longer and longer, until he truly did live in your own home… or well, both your home.

that didn’t stop his wandering ways though, in fact, he had a newfound goal to show you everything he had seen.

expect him to be taking up all your vacation days, planning a thorough and perfectly personalized itinerary.

if time allows it, you’ll even travel for a month or so, just wandering around, before coming back home.

when kazuha came back home, you’d always be there and make him feel at him. he was literally coming back from a long-winded journey after all.

he wanted to do the same for you, so he’d push through his fatigue to take care of you once you both return. he’d run you a bath and make some comfort food to help you relax.

sleeping in until tomorrow afternoon, your bodies lazily entangled with one another. if you even try to get up, he’s quick to pull you back down, encouraging you to rest.

“i’m not that tired anymore…” “hmm, well i still am, very much.” “okay, then let-” “i need you here though, else i’ll never get up.”

you know he’s exaggerating and simply being clingy, but maybe you should indulge him, as well as yourself.

when it’s back to business, you can expect him to be taking care of the house. he’s already decorated it in trophies and memories he’s brought back from his own adventures, but he focuses on showcasing the memories you and him have had.

he’ll also be passing time, writing poems about his life with you, or just you. you are his muse, after all.

the moment you come home, you can expect him to be clinging on to you, as if letting you go would mean that he would lose you.

after one particularly long day (you left without giving him kisses :( rip ), he just carried you in his arms to your shared bedroom. he didn’t let you leave until he showed you just how much he missed you (kisses and cuddles or something more suggestive oh my).

or you know, he’ll just tell you with all the poems he’s thought up while you were gone… maybe even through song, if he’s feeling especially heartstruck.

he realizes how you must’ve felt when he went on those months long journeys, so he’s trying to make up for it now.

he realizes how much he’s been missing you too, all those nights he spent alone feeling like something was missing… it was you.

“that was beautiful, ‘zuha.”

your head is snug against his chest, and your voices are pronounced against the night breeze, river splashing and crickets chirping. the tent kazuha pitched gives you the privacy you two very much deserve.

“the poem? the view? or… could you possibly even be talking about me?”

he smirks at his last suggestion, you can only giggle softly. you snuggle deeper against his touch, trying to etch this moment in your head.

“all of it, beloved. everything about you is beautiful. i…”

he only shakes his head, giggling right back at you. he welcomes your closeness, resting his head on your shoulder.

“all i do, all i see, all i am, they are only possible with you. you, my dear, are the most beautiful soul that i am thankful to be graced with.”

requests are open!! please do not reposts on other sites.

#genshin x reader #genshin imagines #diluc #zhongli #kazuha #genshin fluff #genshin impact #diluc x reader #zhongli x reader #kazuha x reader #airi.writes #airi.hcs

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 1 year

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A reader in TW with character and Power abilities from Chinsaw Man? I think she will fit well into this universeXD

Chainsaw Man Reader | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

You most certainly are an odd one, even without the little chainsaw tug hanging from your chest. When you gain the favor of your harem newfound friends and they raise alarm to the minimalistic crappy style of life. Nonetheless, you're still smiling and happily eating the rations you’ve been ‘gifted’. And while the smallest things mean the most to you nobody expected your face to turn into this chainsaw demon when Crowley asked you to clear out some trees

“What? You asked me to clear it out didn’t you?”

Trey Clover

“O-oh my–huh?”

Dude is bewildered beyond belief

But ultimately he doesn’t mind your power

Because you’re still dependent on him

You’re always sticking close to him

“Oh, Angel of all things delicious! Do you have anything for me to eat!”

“Not right now..but I’m going to make something now if you want?”

“Yeeessss!”

He loves how happy you are to eat his food

Subsequently loving him since he feeds you for free

He’s acutely aware of your disparity with emotions

But he doesn’t care

Especially when you’re so willing to do anything for it

“So all I have to do is just not talk to them and I’ll get sweets forever?”

“Yeah…you also can’t tell them why okay?”

Azul Ashengrotto

“Wait wait so if you want me to enlist your services you just want…”

“A place to stay!”

“Yes and…”

“Meals and that I get to touch some nipples!”

“...yeah…just anybody’s will do?”

“Yup!”

Please let it be his

He sees how easily you’re willing to stray despite your massive power

“I can’t let them go…they may be able to do that but they don’t understand this world. They don’t understand anything so it's only right that I keep—take them in.”

In a way, he does think of you like a dog, only in your brain though

You wonderfully don’t have much morale other than comfortability

“That’s perfect! So we have a deal then.”

Dire Crowley

“AAAAA I’m sorry for not giving you a bigger budget! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!”

He’s probably the most shaken

Suddenly he’s worried his generosity isn’t enough

Despite suddenly giving more and encouraging students to house you while he revamps Ramshackle

But once he calms down and he sees you genuinely hold no resentment

Specifically, after he offered you some takeout

With a sweat drop, he suddenly starts showing up around you more often

Praising you and letting you take breaks

And eventually, a proposal is made to send you to someone who will experiment on you for your condition

Granted Crowley has…cleaned up quite a few messes himself

But once he does he realizes this will never stop

But who are they to take his baby bird from him…even if you turn into a chainsaw creature on occasion

Nonetheless, he’s decided you cannot be seen, touched, or otherwise

Where safer than in his own little nest

It’ll take some time to get it ready, but he’ll be generous with his creation so that you can be comfy when he makes the move

“No worries (Y/n) I’ve already begun preparing the nest for you to stay in!”

“Ewww I wouldn’t want to live in a nest. That’d be cramped and scratchy.”

“No no *ahem* it’s a house or room rather…”

“Oh! Will there be food?”

“...uh…yes, yes there will be is.”

“Yay!”

Ace Trappola

“Oi oi could you do the hedges for the Heartslabyul hedges? Sure’d save me loads of time.”

“Eh?! I don’t want Riddle to yell at me…”

“I'll let you touch my balls.”

“YES SIR! Those hedges will be cut! “

“Just trim them, make shapes if you wanna. I don’t care.”

Leans into your carnal desires the most

Dangling food and sex to get what he wants from you

He loves it though

In private he blushes like crazy

totally taking advantage of your eagerness

He gets off on just about everything you do

But part of the fun is pretending he’s just this cool unbothered love interest

“Hehehe look at you sucking like that~like a dog.”

Now while you may be the one with chainsaws

He’s the one who actually sets you on them

Or decides to do something about the ones who want to do the same

“They might have said they’ll do anything but I’m letting you know now they will not be. Especially since you’re not going to be able to ask.”

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gummydummy19 · 1 year

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Not a man of many words

Summary: Geralt of Rivia isn't a man of many words, luckily words aren't what you need him for.

Content Warnings: smut, cockwarming in a bathtub (yes, IN A BATHTUB), biting, handjob, slights thigh riding/grinding, maybe a few curse words, kissing

A/N: I posted this a long time ago on my old account and I decided it was finally time to bring it back heheh

Word Count: 1500+

It was a quiet night. Soft yellow hues of candlelight surrounded you, as your mind slipped further and further away in the book you were reading.

The day had gone by quick, but it had been tiring nonetheless. You had sold a couple potions, some herbs, and a few flowers and plants too.

The smell of your homemade rosehip tea invaded your senses. You took pride in brewing your own teas and potions here and there. And the people in town paid you good money for your stuff.

You lived in a small village. The house wasn't the most spectacular but you thought it was absolutely perfect. Especially the garden.

You moved to take another sip as you were suddenly startled by a loud knock on your front door, almost making you spill the steaming hot beverage all over the slightly tanned pages of your book.

There was no need to be nervous, you knew exactly who was at the other side of that door. Even if you ever had any company other than him at this hour, you'd still recognize him from that harsh knock alone.

"Can I come in?" was all he asked, as soon as you opened the door and his golden gaze met yours. His voice was even deeper and raspier than you remembered.

He was covered in dirt, sweat and some dark crimson remains of what you guessed were dried blood.

You gave him a sweet look. To everyone else, he might look big and scary, but you could see beyond the broody exterior. And underneath and the blood and dirt and telltale of the emotionless best, you saw a kindhearted man in need of a place to stay.

How could you ever say no to that?

"Of course."

Taking a step back, you allowed the massive man to enter your home once again. No matter how long it had been, you always welcomed him just the same.

"Shall I draw a bath?" You asked. A question you both already knew the answer to.

All you heard was a rumbling "hmm" in agreement as he started dropping his things on your wooden floor and ridding himself of his garments.

You grinned, starting to fill the large tub in the middle of your bathroom with warm water and a mixture of bath salts and healing herbs. It looked more like a small, un-deep pool than anything else to be fair.

"Do you ever smile, Witcher?" you asked as you sat behind him, gently washing his muscular back.

"No." he grumbled, his usual frown still plastered on his forehead.

Slowly, you dragged a soaked piece of cloth over his enormous shoulders, when an idea popped into your head.

The scars that covered his wet skin glistened in the dimly lit room. They looked beautiful, just like any other part of him.

You felt his entire body tense when you pressed your soft lips on his skin. It made you giggle. You moved to kiss his back again, only this time the intimate gesture was followed by the feel of your teeth sinking into the damaged skin.

He hissed, glancing over his shoulder to meet your mischievous gaze.

You grinned at his annoyance, before sweetly soothing your fingers over the fading bite mark you had left.

Yet again, the Witcher stayed quiet. Turning his gaze forward again as he huffed out an aggravated breath.

"Grumpy old man," you whispered, propping your chin on his shoulder to leave a quick nibble on his ear.

Before he could shoot back a response, you wrapped your arms tightly around his torso, pressing your cheek flush against the bulging muscles of his back. You couldn't help but let out a satisfied hum at the feel of his hot skin against your face. This man radiated so much warmth that you were fairly sure if you'd filled the tub with cold water, it would have turned hot from his body heat alone.

Your hands slowly wandered his chest, following the trace of his chest hair all the way down his stomach. They dipped under the surface of the water, finding the treasure between his thighs. You gave him a small squeeze. Even though you couldn't see what was in your hands, you felt how big and needy he was for you. You hummed again. Relishing his warmth.

Intimate moments with Geralt were rare. Not because he wasn't capable of feeling like many people thought, but because he had a hard time expressing his emotions, being vulnerable, and letting people in. In all fairness, no one had ever cared enough about him to take the time. To dig deeper, tear down his walls.

Don't get it wrong, he knew how to fuck. No woman had ever been left unsatisfied by him. No, the fucking wasn't his problem. It was the soft and emotional stuff he had trouble with.

With your face still pressed tightly against his back, you could hear his heartbeat quickening in his chest as you slowly pumped the length of him. Lathering his back with soft kisses and nips. Occasionally grazing your teeth along his scars, nibbling on the sensitive skin until he was rock hard and throbbing in your hand. His rumbling groans vibrated against your cheek, traveling straight to your core.

Your movements were halted by Geralt's large hands wrapping around your wrists. A frown overtook your face, worried that you might have overdone it. But your worries were quickly put at ease as the large man turned around in your grasp, finally facing you and pressing his lips to yours.

It didn't take long for you to cling to him again, snaking your arms under his and wrapping them around his large torso as your legs did the same. You crawled into his lap, the water surrounding your worked in your favor as you half floated against him, linking your ankles around his waist.

Suppressing a chuckle, the Witcher finally spoke up. "Needy much?" he asked with a raised brow, looking down at the beauty that clung to his chest.

His comment didn't make you loosen up in the slightest, quite the opposite in fact. It just made you hold him even tighter, letting him know that you were in fact, needy for him.

"My god, woman! You're going to crack a rib if you hold me any tighter," he grumbled once more.

"Maybe then you'd finally stay a little longer," you mumbled quietly, but he still heard it. Moving his fingers to your face, he slowly lifted your chin up to meet his golden gaze.

A sudden shyness overtook you as you stared up at him, trying to hide your face in the crook of his neck but he stopped you.

There was so much he wanted to say, but you both knew words weren't his strong suit. So he decided to show you instead.

Mimicking your earlier movements, he dipped his head to nibble on your ear, leaving a trail of kisses down your neck to your collarbone. His large hands caressed your skin, everywhere they could reach. When his lips ghosted over your shoulder, he didn't hesitate to sink his fangs into the supple skin, earning a squeal from you.

"OW, you brute! That hurts!"

"Don't like the taste of your own medicine, Princess?" he asked as he kissed over the bruised flesh.

"I just like the taste of you." you breathed, hands wandering down again, eager to please both him and yourself.

Satisfied with the slight growl you got in response, you continued to pump his heavy length until he was throbbing in your grasp.

With his lips still hovering over the exposed skin of your neck, his hot breath left goosebumps in its wake. You were thoroughly soaked, and it wasn't just the deliciously warm water surrounding you. Slick covered your aching core, and you finally couldn't take it anymore.

"please..." you moaned as you ground yourself on his thigh, desperately trying to create some friction. "Geralt please, I need you. Need to feel you...please."

Well if he wasn't hard before, he certainly was now.

"Come here." was all he mumbled out before positioning you on top of his cock, pulling you down with ease, he slowly slid inside of you and you happily welcomed him.

You let out a sigh and he let out a groan, slowly sliding down his length until you were fully seated on him and you felt him, all of him, throbbing tightly inside of you.

Your eyes locked and there was a long beat of complete silence. The two of you just stayed like that for a while. Gazing in each others eyes, basking in warmth and unspoken adoration. The sweet smell of the bath salts lingered around, tangling with the faint scent of sweat.

You didn't dare to move, afraid to lose this intimate moment with him. But as you stared into his eyes, you were relieved to see a look of reassurance, telling you he didn't want to move either.

Geralt tipped his head slightly to press a long, slow kiss to your lips.

"hmm, I missed you." you sighed once he pulled away to take a breath. Your eyes fluttered open again and for the first time, you were greeted with a dopey smile.

"You do smile." You grinned at him.

"Only when I'm truly happy," he stated, and with that, he conquered the last piece of your heart, making you entirely his, 'til the end of time.

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{11} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Focus on Yeosang, Jongho, and slight Mingi)

Words: 5,345

Warnings: Past death and trauma alluded to, This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: After quite some time, I finally present the next chapter of this series!!! Yay!! I really hope you all enjoy it! What I originally planned for this chapter is actually going to occur next chapter, but I think what happens, especially at the end is really important for the story. Can anyone guess what it is? Hehehe as always, feedback is greatly appreciate! Enjoy~

Also, gentle reminder that I do not do tag lists.

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Mini Masterlist

The next few days pass by with Jisung still following his own grieving process. He stops by either your place, or the Neo’s nest for food and to rest, before taking off into the peaks of the mountains again. A few times, he’s allowed Chenle, or Sungchan to join him, but he mainly flies solo for the time being.

You’re just glad he already seems to be beginning to heal. It’s a slow process, but steady, nonetheless.

The training with both San and Wooyoung has come to a slight pause for the moment, seeing as you’re now dealing with a grieving cub. Luckily, the two males are quite understanding, taking the time to perfect what you’ve already taught them. Quite eagerly at that, too.

You’ve even noticed a slight change already in all five of the Hala’s demeanours since you’ve began training those two rambunctious dragons of theirs. There seems to be a sharpness to their eyes that had never been their before, as if they are more in-tuned to their surroundings. A fact of which makes you incredibly content, for they are all learning more than you could have ever hoped for in such a short period of time.

Though, one thing that has been on your mind recently, is the fact that for the past few nights, you’ve sensed a very specific Hala flying closer and closer to your cottage. He seems to stop himself before he reaches the edge of the little clearing your house resides near, but he has started circling the area a few times before turning back each night.

Today is no different, but instead of just sensing one presence, you sense two. The exact two that had been on the edge of your radar that night with Jisung. Only this time, they seem to want to imitate how both San and Wooyoung were that first week with Jongho.

Stepping outside of your home, you rest a basket against your hip. Time to go harvest some herbs. Whether those two decide to follow you or not is up to them, but you’re not going to let them off the hook so easily.

Reaching the small natural garden just beneath the base of the one mountain, you get to work. You manage to pick herbs for about ten minutes before you hear some rustling coming from behind you. Long since have you sensed their presences, and at least they’re more stealthy than both Wooyoung and San were, but you do not fail to miss the harsh smack that sounds followed by a short hiss in response.

“You know, if you two were trying to track me, or even so much as observe my daily routine, you need to learn a few things first about cooperation.” You say casually, not even bothering to spare a glance behind you.

The bushes go deadly silent.

“Oh? What’s this?” You quirk a brow, turning to glance over your shoulder. “You think I don’t know when I’m being stalked? Especially by two dragons who have made it somewhat clear that they cannot stand me?”

A moment’s pause.

“We’re not stalking you.” Yeosang appears from within the bushes, stepping into the little open space you’re in between the trees.

“Then, what else would you call spying from the bushes?” Your lips quirk, turning back around to continue gathering herbs. “Observing?”

“See, I told you this was a bad idea.” Mingi grumbles, shoving himself out of the underbrush in the next second.

“You dragged me out.” Yeosang shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest.

Again, you turn to look at both males with a quirked brow. At the way you see Canary Man begin to sputter, ears turning bright red, you know the shorter of the two speaks the truth.

“Is there a reason you keep circling my territory every night, Canary Man?” You ask, shifting your position slightly to begin gathering a different herb. “Are you planning to burn my house to the ground while I sleep?”

“No!” Comes his immediate response, and you’re surprised by how panicked his answer sounds. He clears his throat. “I wouldn’t do that to someone who has saved my brothers' lives more than once.”

You hum, a slight quirk to your brow. “Wise answer.”

Yeosang shifts slightly on his feet. “We’re just curious about you.”

“Oh?” This piques your interest. “Are the stories your brothers tell about me that awful that you have to come see for yourselves?”

“How do you know they tell us stories?” The flame headed male crosses his arms over his chest.

One knowing glance from you says it all.

“They’ve said they’ve learned a lot,” Yeosang comments. “Not just from you, but from the Neos as well.”

“My boys are smarter than they lead people to believe,” you acknowledge. “If they wanted to, they could have claimed the crown a long time ago.”

You can just feel the way the taller male tenses behind you. “So, you do know more about this supposed jewel, then.”

“My father will never let me forget it,” you sigh, tossing the herbs in your hands rather pointedly into your basket. In the next moment, you’re standing back to your feet. “Is there a proper reason you’re here, or am I supposed to play assumptions until you leave?”

“Like we said,” Yeosang eyes the basket that you pick up and hold against your hip. “We’re just curious about you.”

“If you’re curious, you can come and ask me questions. Do not stalk me from my bush.” Your eyes narrow. “I thought I already made that clear to your youngest.”

“You did,” Canary Man huffs, amusedly. “Not that he’ll shut up about you, regardless.”

“All of them seem to enjoy discussing the topic that is you recently.” Yeosang observes, watching as you begin to walk towards one end of the mountain with that basket still in hand.

“I have also been told that someone enjoys my cooking,” you spare a knowing look towards the taller male, lips quirking teasingly. “You know, you’re both more than welcome to join our cookouts.”

Canary Man’s cheeks flare, halfhearted splutters of denial falling from his lips.

A soft chuckle escapes you, yet you fail to see the way Yeosang’s demeanour falters ever so slightly behind you.

At the way you notice the two of them still standing like statues in their spots, you spare them another glance over your shoulder. “Well, are you going to join me? I’m nowhere near done picking herbs, and I’d rather not continue being stalked from the bushes.”

That seems to get them moving, the two falling into step just behind you. Though, you notice Yeosang keeping quite a respectful amount of distance between himself and your back. Something the other male doesn’t seem to pick up on.

The moment you reach the edge of the small stream, you kneel once more. A small patch of herbs rests along the banks, and you begin picking through them, pulling the best ones and placing them into your basket.

Awkwardly, the two males shift on their feet behind you.

“If you’re as curious as you claim, you may ask me questions.” You say, not even bothering to spare them another glance. “I might not answer everything, and I have the right to refuse a question, but I am not unreasonable.”

Softly, Yeosang kneels beside you. “Would you like some help?”

You cannot hide the shock on your features as you blink at him in response. Then, you smile. “Sure.”

You don’t even have to say another word, for the male immediately gets to work. He’s a little cautious at first, moving slowly as he picks some of the herbs from the bank of the stream. Though, once he sees you nodding, somewhat subconsciously in approval, his confidence grows, and he begins to pick a little faster.

“You seem to know what you’re doing.” The taller male comments, moving to stand over his brother while feigning disinterest.

“Unlike you, Min, I listen to what my brothers have to say,” Yeosang retorts, somewhat knowingly, as he places another handful of herbs into your basket.

“I listen!” Said male protests, crossing his arms over his chest as a slight pout tugs at his features.

Again, you chuckle, and you fail to see the way Yeosang’s gaze darts briefly towards you out of the corner of his eyes.

“So, have Sannie and Woo been giving you private lessons after finishing my own?” You inquire, sitting back onto your ankles as you observe the bank carefully.

“They’ve tried,” the male still on his feet grumbles.

“Not necessarily.” Yeosang shakes his head at the same time.

“Yeo is just observant like that.” Canary Man finishes.

“Ah,” your brows raise in understanding. “Impressive. Are you the informant, then?”

“You could say that,” he smiles, somewhat faintly, his bangs hiding his eyes as he leans forward.

“You’re observant. A good skill to have, especially when gathering information.” You comment, pushing yourself back to your feet and dusting off your hands.

Instantly, Yeosang is back on his feet with you, your basket resting gently in his hands. Just as you go to reach for it, he turns away, already walking along the side of the stream.

You chuckle, “the next spot is this way.”

The way you quirk a brow at him has his cheeks dusting with a very faint pink as he walks back over to you. You pretend not to notice.

“Where did you learn all of this?” The taller of the two asks, nothing but curiosity in his tone despite him attempting to hide it. “How to harvest herbs and make remedies?”

“I believe I have mentioned that I am much older than I appear,” you smile faintly in response. “My father trained me for quite a long time. The rest I learned through trial and error.”

“You’ve made mistakes?” Yeosang’s brow furrows.

“I know, it’s quite difficult to believe,” you chuckle, leading them into a tiny clearing with a few bushes scattered around. “I still do. Not everything is perfect, nor is it meant to be. The important thing is to learn and grow from your past failings. Though, try not to fail when it really counts.”

At the way you suddenly grimace, the two dragons share a look.

“Is this about-“

Mingi’s inquiry gets caught in his throat as Yeosang harshly elbows him in his side.

You let out a sigh. “You do not know me well enough to be asking questions on such a personal topic you've eavesdropped upon.”

“Our apologies.” Yeosang bows slightly, that basket of yours tucked against his front.

Your eyebrows raise, slight amusement dancing within your orbs.

“What? Does him apologizing to you surprise you that much?” The taller male tilts his head slightly in curiosity.

“It does.” You blink, beginning to pick through some bushes to gather their fruit. “I am simply surprised by today’s turn of events.”

“We’re not as terrible as we seem.” Yeosang mumbles, averting his gaze to the side.

“No,” you hum. “I don’t believe you are.”

Your admission clearly catches them both off guard, for they blink at you in shock. Still, Mingi cannot prevent the corner of his lips from twitching upwards slightly. A fact which has him clearing his throat and steeling his resolve in the next moment.

“You both really don’t know how to stalk something without being extremely obvious you’re there, do you?” You tease, lightheartedly.

“We did what we always do.” Yeosang shrugs, moving over to observe the berries you’re currently picking while holding the basket out to you.

“Considering you have the power to harness wind, I’m surprised you don’t know how to cover your scents completely yet.” You reply, tossing the handful of fruit you hold into your basket.

“Cover our scents?” The taller frowns. “We do that already.”

You shoot him a look. “To basic creatures, maybe. But not to me or my Neos.”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang asks, brow slightly furrowed in confusion.

“You hide your nature to humans, hunters, and the like, but to trained creatures, they’d still be able to pick you out of a crowd.” You reply, turning your full attention to Yeosang beside you. “Which is surprising, given everything you can do with wind.”

“What can I do with wind?”

“Hide in plain sight.” Comes your immediate response, and you watch as he blinks in shock at you. “You can hide scents, sounds, cover your tracks, and everything. You just have to know how to harness your powers properly.”

“Yunho did say I could potentially tear the air out of someone’s lungs.” Yeosang nods, recalling the words his brother spoke to him a little while ago.

“You boys are still young, and you have much to learn.” You nod.

“We’re not that young.” Canary Man crosses his arms over his chest.

“Compared to me, you are.” You reply bluntly.

“I doubt you know everything.” He huffs.

“I don’t,” you agree, and you watch shock paint his features. “But I know a far greater deal than you.”

A low growl escapes his lips. “Are you challenging me?”

You snort out a laugh. “Believe me, Canary Man. If I were to challenge you, one of us would already be dead, and it wouldn’t be me.”

Even though Yeosang attempts to hide it, he cannot prevent the grin from taking over his lips.

“Stop smiling, she just threatened me!” He snaps, a hint of a whine to his tone as a frown pulls at his features. “And stop calling me Canary Man! That’s not my name.”

You nod slightly in acknowledgement. “Then what is your name.”

He blinks, clearly caught off guard.

“Mingi.” He swallows. “My name is Mingi.”

“Well, Mingi,” you meet his gaze, “has anyone ever explained to you how similar your personality can be to your power?”

His eyes flash in annoyance. “Plenty."

“No, I’m not just talking about someone saying you have a fiery personality,” you add, noticing how his jaw twitches once more in irritation. “I mean it in the way that fire is both equally consuming and rejuvenating.”

You can tell he’s caught off guard by your choice of words, and even Yeosang looks a little taken aback.

“It’s clear to me that many of you Halas are still attempting to find who you are.” You continue. “You simply cannot let your powers consume you.”

“What do you mean by that?” Yeosang questions, head tilted curiously in inquiry.

“I mean,” you turn to meet his gaze. “Do not let your power become what defines you. Yes, fire types can be hotheaded-“

“Hey!” Mingi doesn’t even get a chance to continue protesting before you’re continuing.

“But they can also be strong, unwavering, and warm like the very flames they can create.” You purposely meet Mingi’s gaze, and you notice how he swallows somewhat thickly. “Our powers can influence our moods, and decisions, but ultimately it is up to us whether we let them consume our every action. Fire is both destructive and healing. You just need to find the balance.”

“How would you know?” Mingi spits, taking a threatening step forward.

Your eyes flash in warning, and he backs off. For now.

“We are a lot more alike that you think. All of us.” You meet his gaze, a hint of amber shining within your own. “I have dealt with flame wielders more often that you think. You are more than just complete destruction. No one knows that better than me.”

Mingi scowls, spine straightening beneath your somewhat sympathetic gaze. He doesn’t understand why you’re looking at him like that, nor why your words seem to resonate so much with his very soul. What he does know, though, is that he’s had enough of this conversation.

“I’m done here,” without another word, he takes off, shifting into the air and flying away.

You let out a long sigh. “Perhaps that was too soon.”

“You certainly know a lot about our species.” Yeosang comments casually, peeking at you from out of the corner of his eyes. “As much as the ancients do.”

You purse your lips, wiping the excess berry juice onto your pants before going to reach for the basket in his grip.

Again, he pulls away.

“I have enough sense to know there’s more to you than you’re letting on,” he comments, following right beside you as you begin to make your way back to your cabin. “I can only imagine what makes you so guarded, given the state of your back-“

“What have you seen?” The brief flash of fear he sees light behind your eyes as you shove him against the closest tree has him dropping the basket in shock.

“Just what happened when San accidentally grazed your upper spine,” Yeosang blinks, rather warily.

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief, detecting no false intonation of his voice from his answer. In the next moment, you’re pushing yourself off of him. “Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize,” he replies, leaning down to grab the basket once more after wiping off the front of his shirt. “Whatever happened must have been quite traumatic. You don’t let anyone touch your back.”

You spare him a cautious look. “Again, your observations are quite keen.”

“I am curious, but it’s not my place.” He answers, quite honestly at that, too.

“You’re right. It is not your place.” Your blunt response fills the air with a tense silence.

A silence which stretches on for quite a period of time. That is, until he’s breaking it once more.

“We haven’t told Mingi or Seonghwa about it.” He says, voice a mere whisper on the wind. He clears his throat lightly. “About your back, that is.”

His admission completely catches you off guard. “You haven’t?”

“I wouldn’t feel right if I did.” Comes his immediate reply. “I don’t know you very well, and you don’t know me. We’re not enemies; you’ve helped my clan more than we deserve. It would not be proper for me to-“ he catches himself, “for us to repay your kindness in such a traitorous way.”

Again, his words manage to shock you, and all you can do is blink at him.

“Jongho told us that your trust does not come easy,” he continues, “but you’ve already extended an understanding towards us that I know most of us do not deserve. We misjudged you, and I want to apologize for how standoffish I was at the start.”

Your lips tug upwards faintly in the corners, expression softening. “I think we truly are beginning to understand one another, Yeosang.”

The dragon before you cannot deny the way his heart simply races at hearing you address him so openly by his proper name.

“I think so, too.” He smiles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as you both pause momentarily on the path.

You take the time now to search his gaze, just as he searches your own. Soft smiles rest on both of your features as you nod once. The way a weight seemingly lifts itself off of your shoulders has you relaxing, for it was something you hadn’t realized that you’d been carrying.

As much as you don’t want to admit, you’re starting to care for these Hala dragons. Though, from the looks of things, they’re also starting to care for you, too.

“I do have one more thing to ask you,” he says as the two of you continue back down the path once more.

“Oh?” You quirk a brow in inquiry.

“That salve you gave Hwa,” he begins. “He’s run out, and both San and Wooyoung refuse to make him more.”

You huff out an amused laugh. “They’re right to. We won’t start learning those types of mixtures for another week.”

“Seonghwa’s too proud to ask you himself,” Yeosang grimaces. “Would you- uh, might it be possible if-“

You can tell he’s struggling to get the words out, given how his cheers flare with a deep red.

“Are you asking me to prepare another salve for him?” You hum, knowingly.

“If you don’t mind.” He breathes, grateful you seemed to understand where he had been going with all of this.

“If he wants something, he should get used to asking for it himself.” You say, looking straight head.

Yeosang sighs. “That’s what I keep telling him.”

“Keep in mind, I’m not saying ‘no’.” A light hum escapes you.

The male cannot prevent the way his head whips towards you, hope shining in his eyes.

“I’ll let him know.” Yeosang echoes your hum, a small smile tugging at his features.

For the rest of the walk back to your home, a comfortable silence stretches on around you. There is an air of ease that settles between the two of you, perfectly content to simply enjoy the other’s presence. You’ve noticed that Yeosang isn’t much of a heavy talker, and you rather appreciate the way he can communicate with you only using either a few words, or simple glances. It’s quite a change from your typical exchanges with most of his brothers.

When you finally make it back to your place, you notice another dragon lingering around your back door.

“There you are, I was getting worried.” Jongho meets you halfway, reaching out to you only to halt himself before his hand can so much as graze your arm. He locks eyes with his brother. “What are you doing here?”

You notice how quiet Yeosang goes, demeanour shifting slightly from the comfortable silence you had just been experiencing, to a sort of tense guard. You frown slightly, but say nothing.

“I simply wanted to learn more about the woman that has the five of you so captivated.” Yeosang replies, somewhat bluntly.

Jongho pulls the basket out of his brother’s arms, somewhat firmly. All the while, he shoots the elder a look.

“We had a rather nice conversation, didn’t we, Yeosang?” You hum, turning to the aforementioned male.

“I’d say so,” he breathes, eyes softening ever so slightly as he shifts his gaze to you.

Jongho’s eyes narrow slightly, attempting to get a read on his brother. He doesn’t appreciate how close you and Yeosang appear to be all of a sudden.

“Thanks for your help,” you nod to Yeosang once more.

“Anytime,” he smiles, before turning to give his brother a firm nod. “See you at home.”

Without another word, Yeosang is shifting and flying away into the light of the now setting sun.

“You two seemed close,” Jongho grumbles, walking with you the rest of the way to your backdoor.

“He was simply curious,” you reply, stepping through the threshold only for Jongho to follow right behind. “He wasn’t alone, but Mingi decided to storm off earlier.”

“Mingi was with you?” The disbelief is clear in his voice as he places the basket of herbs onto your counter. “And he didn’t attempt to bite your head off.”

“Oh, believe me,” you chuckle. “I think he wanted to.”

“He hasn’t mentioned anything to us yet.” Jongho frowns.

“Ah, your clan connection,” you nod in understanding. “Perhaps he’s actually mulling over what I said.”

“What did you say?” Jongho quirks a brow curiously.

“Just some observations about his powers and personality,” you shrug, beginning to sort through the herbs in your basket.

“And he didn’t spontaneously combust?” If Jongho’s brows raise any higher, you’d swear they’d disappear into his hairline.

“I think he wanted to,” you chuckle. “But no. He did not.”

“You seriously are incredible,” he sighs, somewhat dreamily, sitting on your one stool and resting his cheek in the palm of his one hand.

“Is that a regular occurrence?” You grin, gathering a separate bowl to put all of the berries you collected into.

“I can’t count the number of times he’s singed one of us in anger,” Jongho chuckles. “I will never forget the impromptu haircuts we usually have to give ourselves thanks to him.”

“Oh, I believe you,” you nod, laughing along with him.

“Still, I’m surprised he even sought you out.” Jongho hums, wordlessly beginning to help you sort the herbs into separate piles on the counter.

“I was told they were curious,” you briefly glance up at him. “Seems someone is overbearing with their stories.”

Jongho’s mouth parts, greatly scandalized by your words.

“I would never!” A blush begins to creep up his neck. Then, a mumble, “San and Wooyoung hardly ever shut up about you. Even Joong and Yunho can’t keep their mouths shut.”

You smile, a knowing gleam in your eyes as you step up beside him to affectionately ruffle his hair. “Aw, is my little man jealous?”

“Little?” He huffs, and in the blink of an eye, he’s stood back to his feet, trapping you between his arms against the counter. Slowly, he leans in, and you can feel his breath ghosting the skin of your neck. “I’ll show you there’s nothing little about me.”

You wish you could deny the way your breath hitches. Yet, at the pleased growl you feel reverberate against your chest from him, you know he’s heard it, too.

Gently, his hand is placed onto the side of you hip, squeezing the flesh appreciatively. What truly makes your head spin, though, is how tender his hold is. Not only that, but despite the sudden darkness that you can see swirling in his eyes, there’s still that undertone of affection dripping through.

A moment later, and you manage to gain control of your thoughts once more.

Slowly, you raise a hand to his chest, gently pushing him off of you. Only, he doesn’t budge.

“Jongho,” you sigh his name, and you immediately hear how his own breath hitches in his throat.

“Please, My Fated,” his voice is low, uneven as he speaks into the skin of your neck. “You must know what hearing my name falling from your lips in that tone does to me.”

This time, when you push him away, you use slightly more force.

“You don’t get to refer to me as that, yet.” Despite attempting to keep your tone sharp, you cannot help the waver in your voice.

You can see how his expression falls before you, shoulders drooping slightly as he steps away. Then, it’s as if he’s fully registering your words, for a spark of hope begins shining within his eyes.

Yet. You said he doesn’t get to refer to you as that yet.

“Only a mutual imprint designates the use of those name.” You say, carefully stepping away from him for the moment.

“Not to me,” he replies, honesty dripping from his tone as he meets your eyes. “Not when it’s always felt this right.”

“Then, I’m asking you to wait.” Your tone is softer than it was a moment ago. “I cannot promise the commitment you want from me right now, Jongho. I’m not promising you anything. The last person I gave my heart to-“ your breath catches in your throat, and you find yourself averting your gaze. You take a deep breath to steady your nerves, curling in on yourself for the first time while standing in front of the male before you. “The last person I gave my heart to shredded every last bit of me to pieces.”

A silence so deadly settles over the room, and you spare a glance upwards to see Jongho barely controlling his breathing.

Anger radiates off of him in waves, a hint of electricity spiking within the air. The tips of his fingers begin to spark as his eyes flash, steam escaping his nostrils with every exhale.

“It was Kun, wasn’t it?” He’s furious, whole body visibly trembling as he looses the grip on his anger. “I fucking knew it-“

“Jongho!” Your sharp tone manages to draw his attention to you for the moment. “Kun is not who I am referring to. He is none of your concern. Stop making one of my oldest friends into a villain.”

“Then, why-“

“I have already told you that he simply did what was best for him at the time.” You sigh, leaning back onto your counter once more. “He didn’t want to wait, and neither should you.”

“And I thought I already told you that I would wait however long it takes, even if it meant I only got to spend one day with you.” His voice softens, taking a cautious step towards you. “All I want is the chance to call you mine, and for you to call me yours.”

Slowly, you spare a glance up into his eyes. Just as they shone that night in the clearing, they shine now, the sincerity managing to take your breath away yet again.

“I need you to understand-“ you swallow, emotions suddenly heavy in your tone and threatening to choke you out at any given moment. “I need you to understand that I may never be able to give you what you seek.”

“Just being with you like this is enough for me,” he replies, voice a mere whisper on the wind. The earnest way he meets your gaze has a single tear spilling onto your cheek, and he’s quick to cup the side of your face tenderly in his palm. “I won’t lie to you. I desire you. I have desired you since the very first moment I laid my eyes upon you. Whether those desires of mine are met or not, I do not care. All I care about is the fact that you allow me to share in your presence with you, even if I do not deserve it.”

“Jongho,” you find you cannot form the words you want to say, feeling your heart leap into your throat as his confession.

He wipes away your tear.

“I understand you’ve been hurt in the past,” he breathes, and you can feel the way he still trembles the slightest bit against you. “Know that I will never hurt you. I will never make you feel unwanted, undesired, unloved. I cannot. I will not. It is not in my nature to deceive you like that.”

Both of his hands come up to cup your face, meeting your gaze tenderly. His eyes shine with a sincerity, with a passion you’re starting to understand. You can feel it in his touch. You can see it in his gaze. More than all of that, you can hear it in his words.

“This is my promise to you.” He stares deeply into your eyes, his own flashing as a sacred magic begins to flow between the both of you at his words. “I swear I will never betray you. I will never deceive you, nor will I ever use you. I will protect you until my dying breath, because with everything that I am, I am in love with you. Everything that I do, I do it for you.”

Your lips part, and you cannot help but raise your own hands to grasp lightly at his wrists.

“And if-“ he closes his eyes, as if the words he is about to utter pain him far more than any physical wound ever could, “if you truly ever want nothing to do with me, or you decide that you do not want me, I will respect your wishes, and honour your decision.”

Your hands tighten their grip subconsciously around his wrists, the tips of your fingers tingling as the magic flows through you both.

“Until the end of time, this is my promise to you. One which I have every intention to keep.” His grip becomes the slightest bit firmer over your skin as his eyes flash the deepest gold you’ve ever seen from him.

“I swear upon my life, and the life of all of my forefathers before me, that all I care about,” he swallows thickly, “all I will ever care about,” Jongho meets your gaze one final time, and you swear you can feel his pulse beating right alongside your own.

You hold your breath.

“Is you.”

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year

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Hehehe, hello dear author. I have a somewhat peculiar request for Poseidon. Let's say that at a meeting or party some time after Ragnarok, Amaterasu arrives with a miko assisting her, which the goddess treats as her daughter and as soon as she sees Poseidon she does her best to prevent Poseidon from noticing the priestess. Since Amaterasu knows the story of Medusa and this special human is like a daughter to her. The miko is from a modern era, but she had a peculiar childhood. Since she and/or she was born, she was consecrated to the Grand Shrine of Amaterasu, being the only woman among her brothers. Her parents only visited her at the temple to demand perfection, asking the monks and superior priestesses to leave her in isolation if she did not meet their expectations to the letter, the monks could not oppose since her family was of high social hierarchy and very rich. Basically, she suffered mental and sometimes physical damage from the scars left from training her with weapons related to the sun goddess. And it was at dawn, while he was serving his punishment in isolation, that Amaterasu appeared to him, and lamented everything that his followers had done. From that day on, the goddess promised that she would always be with her, and basically Amaterasu was the one who he would gossip while they hung out in isolation. she y/n she died defending the temple from a too powerful yokai, and Amaterasu collected her soul and performed her funeral personally, as well as driving her y/n's family out of her lands. For this reason Amaterasu is so jealous of y/n, especially against Poseidon due to the tyrant of the seas' fetish for virgin priestesses. But surely Poseidon is worth half a peach and somehow he takes the miko to his domain to try to woo her, and y/n knowing that he will not beat Poseidon in a fight, he always evades him saying that he is not interested in being with a married man (Amphitrite) while trying to find a way to escape every day. And Amaterasu is about to start a war against Hades, since the latter stands in the way of the sun goddess breaking Poseidon's face.

-Your life was only better after you died.

-It was a sad truth, but a truth, nonetheless. You were the only daughter born to a high society family with four older brothers and one younger brother.

-To your parents, you were useless, as only boys mattered to them, sons to carry on their lineage.

-They got rid of you the first chance they had but did it in a way where nobody would accuse them of being bad parents, they gave you to the Ise Jingu, the holy Shinto shrine of Amaterasu, where the goddess is rumored to live, an honorable fate.

-Your life became nothing but chores and going to school, only being able to attend through middle school, the mandatory educational requirements in Japan.

-However, you worked hard, proving yourself to the High Priestess and the priests who oversaw the temple grounds, and you were conscripted to become a priestess yourself.

-Your family benefited from your promotion, using it as publicity for them and their sons that their only daughter was devoted to a life serving in a temple as a priestess.

-However, this came at a price, due your parents being so wealthy, giving massive donations and getting many other high society families to donate large amounts, their instructions were clear: you had to be perfect, no mistakes, and if any were made, you were to be locked away and punished.

-Unable to risk the donations, the High Priestess accepted the terms.

-You tried your best, being diligent with your work so you would make any mistakes, but their constantly watching eyes, even the smallest mistake had them throwing you into a small isolated room with no windows, sometimes after whipping the tops of your hands so you would learn.

-You struggled with their treatment, sometimes punishing you by not feeding you for days, isolating you, you were quickly beginning to look sick, but those in charge were too blinded by their greed.

-You could only stare in the darkness of the room, no windows to illuminate anything, the only source of light being the sun peeking through the small cracks.

-A hand on your head startled you, flinching in fear as you could barely move, turning your heard to see the most beautiful woman you have ever seen, glowing as if the was the sun herself.

-You eyes were wide and full of tears as she pulled you into her arms, weeping softly as she held you, “How could they hurt someone so young- so small.”

-You instantly knew this was Amaterasu herself, your own tears welling as you broke down, sobbing into her chest, but she didn’t berate you, she just let you cry, giving you the soft affection that you so desperately wanted.

-From that day on, Amaterasu was always with you, but nobody could see her but you, as she said they were not worthy to see her.

-She had healed your wounds, kept you warm at night, became a friend, a mentor, and a mother to you, doting on you so gently.

-When she had to leave you for a short while, you were terrified, clutching her kimono, which broke her heart, but she promised to return to you.

-Without her divine protection, which had shielded your mistakes from the eyes of those in charge of the temple, so you wouldn’t be punished, it was like a demon took over the temple, tainting all those who resided.

-When Amaterasu returned, she could only stare in horror, seeing you bloody and broken body, whipped viciously, your hands bound behind your back, seeing the priestess and priests were the ones harming you.

-In one act of Divine Punishment, Amaterasu struck the temple with a ball of fire, immediately igniting it.

-She watched them all flee, leaving you behind, her heart aching as you passed, but she immediately pulled your soul out of your body, cradling it close as you woke up, completely healed, floating above the burning temple.

-You were in disbelief that you had died, but at the same time, you never felt happier, as you could never be hurt by them again.

-The temple only had minor damage, the fire department working quickly, but Amaterasu made sure to reveal your body, which was only minorly burned, showing the abuse you had been put through.

-The public was in an uproar, furious that those in charge had treated the little miko so harshly, so cruelly, then it came into light of your family’s bribery to the temple, paying them to treat you like this, as nothing but perfection would be accepted.

-You were in awe, holding onto Amaterasu as you watched your family lose everything, being shamed and being forced to flee Japan to start anew.

-You harbored no feelings for your family, no remorse for them, as they were the ones that did this to you, they did this to themselves.

-In Valhalla you had so much freedom, getting to explore around the Shinto pantheon, meeting warriors from history, and with Amaterasu by your side, you go to meet other gods as well, many who were disgusted by the way you, a sixteen-year-old girl, had been treated by adults, least of all holy figures that watched over temples.

-Amaterasu doted on you like you were a daughter, not a miko, as you were considered a demi-god of sorts, as you were considered a holy maiden. You didn’t mind either way, you liked helping your new mother out, doing simple chores, delivering paperwork around the pantheon for her.

-You had never been happier than with this new role in the afterlife, in Valhalla.

-It was at a massive party where you got to meet so many other gods and notable humans, a celebration for the salvation of humanity, as the gods have decided to work with humanity to help them better themselves, what they should have done in the first place.

-You were wearing a traditional miko outfit, red hakama pants with a white shirt, and a large red bow tying your hair back in a low ponytail, remaining by your mother goddess.

-Many were surprised to meet a holy maiden that was so young, but most were nice to you, many of the humans enjoyed speaking with you, as you asked them questions about their past as you knew their history.

-Amaterasu grabbed your wrist, pulling you behind her as a man approached you both, you peeked out, hearing your mother call this man Poseidon, a glare on her face, as she knew the story of Medusa, of what he did to a priestess of Athena.

-He wasn’t going to be allowed near you.

-However, her intense protectiveness is what made Poseidon want to see you more, to know more about you, wanting to know why you were so special to the sun goddess.

-When you were out delivering papers a few days later, Amaterasu was beside herself when she realized you had gone missing, snatched away from the pantheon.

-She immediately knew where to go, heading right for the Greek pantheon, with Susanoo and Tsukuyomi tried to hold her back from waging an all-out war between the two pantheons.

-She was correct however, as you had been taken by Poseidon, spirting you away to his palace in the Greek pantheon, as he was curious about you, wanting to see why you were so special.

-You were scared, as you didn’t know where you were, a powerful god had kidnapped you, and you knew you couldn’t fight against him and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this man was dangerous, he made you uneasy.

-Amaterasu told you about Poseidon, and about Medusa, whom you remember reading about back on earth in history class, how she was a priestess and he raped her, and she was turned into a gorgon.

-She wanted you to be safe as she was afraid that he would come after you in the same way, despite being married.

-Poseidon was quickly infatuated with you, when you asked to go back home to your mother, soon moving on to demanding him, refusing his advances.

-He didn’t want to force you, he wanted to woo you, so you would come on your own free will, that way he would be safe from Amaterasu and the other gods.

-You refused all his advances, “You’re married! I’m not going to get with a married man! And I’m still only a teenager!” but with each refusal, he grew more and more infatuated.

-When he heard your mother was looking for you, he locked you in a lavish room in a tower, you could see out the windows, but you were trapped, unable to escape while Poseidon went to assure your mother that he didn’t have you.

-Hades, Zeus, and Poseidon had their hands full with Amaterasu, who was ready to launch a full out attack on them, knowing that Poseidon had you somewhere.

-Susanoo called for The Seven Lucky Gods, to search for you while he and Tsukuyomi were trying to prevent a massive war.

-You were trying to tie every piece of cloth you could together, to make a rope to throw out the window so you could climb down and escape, needing to get back to your mother.

-You were terrified, every inch of you was shaking as you shimmed down your makeshift rope until you heard, “Y/N!”

-You gasped, seeing Ebisu who was rushing towards you on the ground below, seeing you escaping from a high tower.

-You slipped, losing your grip and you fell quite a ways before you managed to grab onto the rope again, halting yourself but you cried out in pain as Ebisu shouted out your name again.

-You made it to the ground, letting the rope go and falling into his arms as you felt him touch your waist and you were instantly in tears, your arms wrapped around his neck as you sobbed, having been so scared.

-Ebisu wasn’t the greatest at comforting others, but he held you tightly, furious that Amaterasu was right, Poseidon had taken you, and he had been hiding it from everyone, including his brothers who were trying to defend him as they didn’t know any better.

-When the other Seven Lucky Gods walked in, all furious, Zeus was quick to ask what their interruption was all about before Ebisu stepped forward, you in his arms princess style, as your arms were still wrapped around his neck, not wanting to let him go.

-Instantly all attention turned to Poseidon who looked furious that you were not in the lovely room he had prepared for you, his brothers angry as well, as they had been defending him, only to find out Amaterasu knew what she was talking about.

-Showing her intimidating side for once, shocking everyone in attendance, even you, the heat that was quick to envelop the room was stifling as she spoke, glaring hard, “I will not hesitate to dry your oceans, Sea God, if you ever even look at my daughter again. There will be no mercy a second time.”

-She also threatened Zeus and Hades, who were quick to agree with her, that they were to punish their brother for not only kidnapping you, but also lying about you being hidden away.

-They ended up calling Aphrodite and her son Eros to use an arrow on Poseidon to lose his infatuation with you, but he was to be watched closely.

-Ebisu was quickly blushing, defensive against everyone once you all arrived back to the Shinto pantheon, your home, as you didn’t want to let him go, and Amaterasu cooed on how cute he looked, shouting at her, “OI! I’m not cute!!” which caused a lot of laughter to ring throughout the pantheon.

-Amaterasu kept you close for the next few days, by your choice more than hers, as you felt too nervous to go anywhere without her, which made her sympathize with you, doting on you and reassuring you that he would never come after you again, if he didn’t want to risk his life.

-You cuddled your mother, laying your head on her lap, making her giggle as she brushed her hands through your hair, doting on you, seeing that you were so happy to be there with her, safe and sound from everything.

-That is until you visited the Norse pantheon and Brunnhilde took you flying on her winged horse, giving your mother a slight panic attack, worried about you.

-She knew that she would need to let you grow up, both emotionally and mentally, knowing she couldn’t keep you by her side forever, but she always prayed to you that you would always come home to her, no matter what.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror poseidon #ror seven lucky gods #ror ebisu

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year

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So, cough, may I request 🐐🌵BIGHORNER with Jonas from FO3 please? Personally, I'm happy with anything because there is barely a tumbleweed in the land that is Jonas fanfiction, but I feel like he would absolutely adore praise (from both sides) and those kind of positions where you are completely pressed against your partner. The closeness mixed with the whispered (or moaned out hehehe) words of praise would just do something to him

No literally, I just remember Jonas so fondly. My first playthrough as a wee child lol, I just fell in love with him, and then, of course, he doesn't last all that long in-game, but that's part of why I write! Because I want more Jonas than we got, dammit!

Anyways, all of this is soooo accurate, omg. He would be such a sweetheart whose just a little bit cheeky with his partner. Just the perfect amount to keep things light and yet, still romantic. Ugh, okay, I'm just gonna write the thing now that I'm all in my feelings about him.

Soooo this got a little out of hand and off topic, but....

I hope you like it nonetheless!

Nsfw below. Minors, please don't interact!

Jonas sighed out lowly at the feel of you. The way your soft lips so sweetly caressed him, the way it edged him closer and closer to his release, the way you left his thighs trembling with desperation and his fingers clenching at his knees with barely-restrained want.

You hummed against him at the sound, and he felt the vibrations make their way up the painfully hard shaft of his reddened cock, buried almost to the hilt in the divine confines of your warm, wet mouth. Heat rose in his belly, that familiar pressure building closer and closer to the surface as you pulled your head back ever so slightly, and gave the sensitive head of his length a powerful suck.

Quick as he could, Jonas brought the wrist of one hand to his mouth, biting hard to stifle the low shout that left him at the overwhelming feel of you. He felt his cock twitch against your exploring tongue, and his eyes fell shut, his hips bucking out of his chair mutely as his climax built up inside him, as it prepared to burst forth and paint your mouth and throat with his release.

Instead, a vicious hiss sounded between his teeth, as you pulled away roughly, a sickening pop sounding throughout the room as your lips suctioned to his cock, before letting it bob and pulse wantonly in the cool vault air in response to your cruel abandonment.

"Oh ho, you little fu--"

"Language, doctor." You reminded him with a sly grin, the slickness on your lips taunting both him and his yearning length as you grazed over the sensitive underside of it so lightly with one hand.

"Well, how can you blame me?" He whined, his voice high in octave as a pout settled on his full lips, making you grin as you rose to your feet between his spread knees.

"Pulling something like that..." He continued, puppy dog eyes pleading with yours as you moved away from him. "You had me all worked up and everything."

"I know." You said smugly as your hands went to the zip of your vault suit, never breaking eye contact with him as you slowly tugged the thing down, revealing your bareness underneath.

After a moment of held breath, Jonas's eyes trailed their movement downwards, his gaze unapologetic beneath his glasses as the frames fell down to the end of his nose and he took in the sight of you like it was the first time.

"I was just about to..." He trailed off as the zipper reached it's end, at the apex of your thighs, and you began to shed the material from your arms and shoulders.

"Yes?"

He shook his head quickly, snapping out of his daze as he blinked back up at you from his office chair, his slickened cock still straining upwards over his soft stomach, weeping for your attention to return to it.

His fingers were paler than the rest of him as Jonas gripped the sides of the chair in a feeble attempt to ignore his body's desperate desire for you.

"I was about to tell you how well you were doing, that's all."

A slyness that matched your own touched his curling lips and his half-cocked brow, and despite the strain in his voice, his words had your mind fumbling.

If only for a moment.

"You were?" You egged him on further as the material of your suit gathered at your waist.

"Yeah..." One of Jonas's hands reached for you then, grasping at the fabric of your suit and hauling you closer, between his spread knees. You felt the warmth of his fingers low on your stomach, as he rolled your suit down over your hips, revealing more of you, and covering it with his prying touches.

"I was going to say how lovely you were feeling. About to tell you how close I was. How mindless your actions make me..."

The words were heated whispers against you as his fingers dragged the fabric down your thighs, his lips following suit as they caressed the soft skin there, as the rounded point of his nose drew lines of fondness over your nearly nude form.

Your breath left you slowly, your eyes half-lidded as you watched, as you let his words sweep you away, out of this lab, this stark, stagnant vault and into a new world, an exciting one with warmth and life, natural light and true, unadulterated desire.

Jonas wasn't afraid to want you, wasn't afraid to show you how he wanted you. How you affect him, make him forget himself and his work and the responsibilities thrown onto him by an Overseer who doesn't give a single shit about him anyway.

And he makes you forget.

About the people you're surrounded by. The ones who live their lives in eternal bleakness, who live and die in white fluorescence, barred off from, not only the rest of the world, but from themselves. They're as static and dispassionate as the vault itself, as cold and colorless as the steel walls surrounding them, and you'd feared, your whole life, you'd dreaded the thought of becoming like those people you saw in the halls around you, those bitter shells of human beings who'd lived a life of unfulfilled settling, and Jonas? Well...

He'd never been one of them. He never felt static, never moved through the small world you lived in with that blank look in his eye, that somber expression that ruled so many pale faces around you. He sparked life into you, even then; and now?

Now his palms were warm against the flesh of your thighs, and his eyes were bright as he looked up into yours. Vivacity poured through his touch and into you, palpable energy passing through his hot breath and sending waves of lightning up your veins as he set his mouth on you. Slowly, teasingly, Jonas dragged his tongue over your sex, making a show of how he reveled in your taste, in the feel of your flesh against him.

How he so savored the act of wanting you more than was appropriate.

"But I see how it is." Jonas pulled away to speak, causing you to release a disappointed puff of air at the loss of him. "I see it now, how you want me to suffer so horribly."

You paused, if only for a second before his words set in, right along with the sarcasm dripping from his tone. A small huff of laughter left you then, your eyes rolling in obvious annoyance as you shook your head at your partner.

"Jonas--"

"And," He continued pointedly, "I see that you hate me."

"Oh my god, baby, I--"

You grabbed at his shoulders with both hands, refusing to let him pull back and away from you any further, even as an exasperated smile played at your still-wet lips.

"But still," He interrupted again, his eyebrows raised high as he looked up at you, "I want you to know, that no matter how you hate me and tease me and, quite frankly, abuse me, I'll still go on being a good partner to you. I'll still slave away, right here,"

Gently, his hands squeezed at your thighs, his thumbs drawing light circles there as he spoke.

"Between your legs. And here,"

One hand moved from its place low on your body, brushing up over the left side of your chest and, soft as a breath, grazing over your nipple as it laid to rest over your heart.

"Here, I'll still strive to live, even after you consider our love dead. As you clearly do now. And here,"

Lastly, his hand traveled further upwards, so far that you could see the way his shoulder strained as he brushed his fingers lightly over your forehead.

"I'll occupy your dreams, as you do mine. All the time, I think only of you, and this," He now gestured downward, his eyes still serious, still wrought with false agony as he gestured to his straining manhood, "This is how I'm repaid for my time and devotion to you."

He tutted sadly, letting his hand fall down, dangling dejectedly from the chair as he sighed.

"Are you finished yet?" You asked with a cocked brow.

His eyes snapped to yours, his expression defensive.

"Oh, my sweet, no." His hands returned to you, hauling your body closer to his, until his lips were a hair's breadth from the heat between your legs. "I haven't even started yet."

"Then why--?"

"Because," He pecked a light kiss over you, "I wanted you just to think about that. The way you denied me. When I have absolutely no intention of doing the same."

Your brows furrowed only a moment, before slackening in relived pleasure as his mouth set upon you, stoking that heat that had somewhat quelled as he monologued about your unfairness. And only a moment was what you had to ponder whether or not that last statement of his was cruel sarcasm or an honest promise.

But you supposed you didn't have long to wait to find out.

#1.5k celebration #1.5k event #fallout #fallout 3 #fallout npc #fallout companions #fallout 3 companions #fallout 3 npcs #jonas fo3 #fallout jonas #jonas palmer #bighorner #dwd.nsfw

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lovelieesb · 2 years

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a letter from your future spouse. intuitive pac reading. 🖤

take a few deep breaths and choose the picture you're mostly drawn to.

✰─ pile 1:

dear y/n,

i honestly don't know how to put my feelings into words haha, this is kinda out of my comfort zone, not my love language indeed. let me try my best though, let's not be discouraged lol. anyways, my goal of writing this letter is expressing my feelings for you. you're my knight in shining armor, i am grateful that you exist fr. you helped me out in many ways, regardless of my difficulty voicing my emotions, you were patient with me and accepted me the way i am. i enjoyed spending every minute with you, i am actually scared that there'll be a day where you leave me. i shouldn't think that way, but i don't have the best history with relationships. you're irreplaceable remember that very well.

- your fs.

note : omg? this person can be an old friend of yours that have been crushing on you for awhile. another possibility is that you two have dated before and they ruined this connection someway, but you two will talk things out and obviously end up being together.

a song that describe y'all relationship : mist by ateez.

✰─ pile 2 :

hello my beloved,

i hope that this letter finds you well :) i am eating pasta while watching my comfort show, i wish you were here with me right now. it is alright, i know that we will meet in divine timing. i am, in fact, patient for your arrival in my life. i simply believe that we will be a lazy introverted couple with cats. you heard that right, siamese cats specifically with you, my love, beside me is what i call heaven ( oh my bad, i will call, but heyy! i daydream about this all the time to the point it feels real like please tell me you do think about me too ). your existence is enough to keep me going, knowing that i will be blessed with an angel as a future spouse makes me so giddy lol. please come into my life asap i am already losing my mind.

- the love of your life ♡

note : hehehe, this person is already in love with you, can't blame them though ;) your fs is a total stranger from you. for some of you, it might be just someone that you exchange heys with. i like his vibes ngl, i wish i have chosen that pile as well lol.

a song describing your relationship : hold your breath by chase atlantic.

✰─ pile 3 :

oh hi there,

hi again, i don't know how this works but i feel urged to write this to you. i am in a situation right now where i feel like love is not for me. despite that, i know that i will meet a special someone in the future. that is why i am doing this.. i can't promise you anything about our relationship apart from never breaking your trust. i will make sure that you're always being taken care of and protected. i will expect the same as well though. i am someone that falls in love deeply but not quickly. if i realize that i like you, then i will keep loving you till death do us apart, i am serious. to end this, i feel the need to give you advice, take it or leave it , put yourself on the pedestal and don't settle for the bare minimum.

note : erm, your fs is definitely a scorpio venus with sagi placements , i can feel it damnnn.. good luck making this man settle though. i like him nonetheless, he knows his worth and won't settle for less. a new person as well.

a song describing your relationship : perfect strangers by deep purple.

have a wonderful day angels! love y'all <3

#tarot reading #intuition #fs reading #tarot #intuitive game

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esta-elavaris · 1 year

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So I just read the last two chapters of CTW (idk why I didn’t get a notification when you posted the second to last chapter, but hey at least it meant more goodness for me to read today), and I am literally SOBBING. I’ve enjoyed this story and these characters enormously and I’m so sad that it’s over but so happy it exists and I get to go back and read it again. That last chapter had me in tears but it was also the perfect ending, I loved it so much. Theodora and James are the ultimate couple goals seriously, and I’m so glad they got the awesome love-filled life they deserved.

Anyways, I cannot wait to read other spin-offs and one shots about these two that you may end up writing in the future. In the meantime, I’m gonna go check out whatever else you have written on ao3! Btw, I read your note at the end of the last chapter, where you talk a bit about your novel. It sound really interesting, and something is definitely love to read (I absolutely adore high fantasy), so I’ll definitely be on the lookout for news on that!

To sign off here’s a gif of our favourite commodore smiling unironically (there are not many, I may or may not have scoured the interwebs for this…!). I cannot remember what scene this is from but I love it nonetheless, and in my mind I have already swapped dear old Weatherby for Theodora hehehe

People not getting notifications has been A Whole Thing throughout this story so it seems it struck one final time! What a pain. I do my best not to take it as a personal form of persecution set upon me by the powers that be. Because this is the sort of thing they concern themselves with. It's all part of the conspiracy to not give James what he deserves.

ANYWAY -- thank you!! I'm sorry for the slow response to this, the ending gif did me in and the recovery required was extensive, *especially* with your suggested substitution in there. LOOK AT HIM. LOOK AT OUR BOY. I'm so glad you liked the ending! It would've been really easy for whatever the ending was to be disappointing because of the sheer scale of the thing, so I'm very relieved to hear that wasn't the case.

I hope you like my novel if/when I eventually manage to get it out there! The beta readers are loving it so far, so I'm cautiously optimistic about its chances -- and there are a lot of elements of CTW that I was "test driving" there for the novel, so odds are people who like the fic will like this. Hopefully. Honestly the challenge of writing original stuff pales in comparison to trying to write Jack Sparrow correctly, so like, this was all well worth it uwu

#asks #catch the wind #james/theodora

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so-art-decooo · 2 years

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Would u be down to write prompts 143 and 107 for jasco? 👀🖤

143. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

107. “bend over the desk love”

I'm always down for jasco baby ;) Here's a lil smutty drabble for the office/elevator au (like after they've established a relationship and whatnot) heheh enjoy❤️‍🔥

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Jasmine knocked on the wooden door of Bosco’s executive office. She heard a faint “come in,” before opening the door, smiling when she saw the dark-haired woman at her desk. Bosco looked up from her computer and took off her glasses, her face lighting up when she saw Jasmine come through the door.

“I got us breakfast,” Jasmine said, coffee and a bag of pastries in hand, “I know you have a habit of forgetting to eat at work.”

“Thank you so much baby,” Bosco replied, leaning in to give her a peck on the lips.

Jasmine sat down on the corner of Bosco’s large desk to face her. She took off her blazer and unclipped her hair, letting it fall down her shoulders, and picked up a muffin. She was so beautiful, Bosco couldn’t help but stare at her.

“What?” Jasmine giggled, popping a piece of muffin in her mouth.

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?” Bosco eyed her up and down.

“Shut up,” Jasmine laughed, shoving her shoulder playfully.

“I’m serious,” Bosco smirked, making Jasmine’s laugh fade.

The next thing Jasmine knew, Bosco stood up and shut all the blinds in her office and locked the door before capturing her lips in a heated kiss.

“Right here?” Jasmine mumbled into her lips.

“Yes, I need you,” Bosco said, moving down to kiss her neck.

“I only have 20 minutes for my break,”

“That’s more than enough time, baby,”

“What if someone comes to the door?”

“I’ll fire them.”

Bosco stopped kissing Jasmine to clear off some things from her desk.

“Come here,” Bosco gestured, “bend over the desk, love,”

Jasmine’s chest pounded in anticipation, doing as Bosco told. Before she knew it Bosco was scrunching up her tight pencil skirt around her hips and yanking her panties down around her thighs from behind.

“You’re so perfect, Jas,” She moved her fingers down to stroke Jasmine’s wetness, making her whimper, “Just for me.”

“Bosco, please,” Jasmine whined before she plunged two fingers inside of her, making her knees buckle.

“You look so pretty bent over my desk with my fingers inside you,” Bosco praised as she began pumping in and out of her.

Bosco stroked along Jasmine’s shoulders and down the front of her chest with her free hand to massage one of her tits, while the other hand kept fucking into Jasmine harder and faster. She kissed and nipped along the underside of her ear and jaw, sending shivers down Jasmine’s spine.

"Feels so good," Jasmine sighed.

She tried to cover her mouth to muffle her moans, but Bosco quickly shooed it away. "These walls are sound-proof baby, be as loud as you want."

Jasmine's moans grew louder and higher. The heat coiled in her lower stomach, Bosco's fingers increasing her pleasure with each thrust. Jasmine pushed her hips back to meet Bosco's hand, bouncing herself back and forth, wanting more.

Bosco added a third finger, making Jasmine nearly cry out. It felt so dirty what they were doing, in the middle of a workday nonetheless, but Jasmine couldn't get enough of it.

"Bosco, I'm close, fuck," she hissed. Bosco sped up her skilled fingers even faster, and Jasmine couldn't take it any longer before her orgasm crashed over her. Her hips rolled as she came with one loud moan. Her legs nearly gave out but Bosco held her upright as she fucked her through it, whispering loving praises in her ear.

"Such a good girl, Jas," Bosco purred against her skin, letting her come down from her high.

When Jasmine regained some of her composure Bosco helped her readjust her clothes, helping her straighten herself back out.

She turned Jasmine back around, looking at her flushed cheeks and glassy eyes before kissing her once more on the lips.

"We can continue this after work at my place, okay?" Bosco smirked.

Jasmine bit her lip and nodded, as she gathered her things to leave, already anticipating the end of the day.

#prompts #prompt request #anon #jasco #bosco #jasmine kennedie #smut #office au #met by chance #this will be my last prompt for now but thank you to all who requested one!!

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anemcia · 2 years

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@viopolis asked:

☭ Cell & Honeydew and/or Cleo & Cyto!! ( this is one of my fave memes too hehehe )

send ☭ for a vs. battle quote to your muse - [ACCEPTING]

//ALWAYS more than happy to do more than one with you >:3c

CELL vs HONEYDEW

Battle Theme: ETERNITY

Battle intro: “I hope you’re ready for me, Slick, because I ain’t messing around today! I’m gonna show you just how far I’ve grown since our last fight, so give me everythin’ ya got!”

Victory: “Yes! YES!! I actually got you this time! I knew my trainin’ with ya is paying off!... Wanna go again? I don’t think we’re done just yet!”

Defeat: ”Damn it! I bit off way more than I could chew!... J-Judging by that look on your face, yer thinking of a horrible punishment, a-aren’t ya?”

Assist: ”Watch out!! I’ve got you covered, Slick! Let me handle this!”

Taunt: ”What’s wrong? Are ya gettin’ in over your own head again? Because this is sloppy, even for you.”

Reacting to Taunt: ”Oh, i’m gonna MAKE SURE you feel this one in the morning.”

Tie: ”...I don’t think either of us are satisfied with this. I’m not disappointed, but it feels like I could have preformed better.”

Perfect Victory: ”Somethin’ doesn’t feel right about this, not one bit. Are ya sick or?... Maybe we should try again tomorrow.”

NUCLEOTIDE vs CYTO

Battle Theme: PATHS THAT WILL NEVER CROSS

Battle intro: “Brother... You’re serious about this fight, aren’t you? If it means that much to you, I will hold nothing back. I want you to show me that unique power of yours!”

Victory: “Take your loss with a grain of salt, Brother. I expect you to rematch me when you’ve improved your techniques.”

Defeat: ”I-I can’t believe it... You stopped me. I must admit that I had not foreseen such an outcome, but I am impressed nonetheless. With that in mind, this loss only motivates me to train that much harder. I won’t lose to you again.”

Assist: ”Brother, you need time to regenerate! Stay back, I’ll handle this quickly!”

Taunt: ”If you think that move is going to impress father, you’re out of luck. Try again! And this time, stop allowing your envy to cloud your every thought!!”

Reacting to Taunt: ”Don’t get cocky just because you caught me off guard, Brother! I will not make the same mistake twice!”

Tie: ”I see we are very closely matched-- that isn’t a bad thing either. However, I won’t allow you to get ahead of me, even if you are the older sibling.”

Perfect Victory: ”Embarrassing. You will not get anywhere with father’s approval if he knew about this. If you do not keep up with your training, I doubt even I will hold much respect for you.”

#《🌼》𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 [Answered memes]#viopolis #//I liked doing these ;0; but the Cyto/Nucleo one was actually fun

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funderberker-thefrog · 2 years

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