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lafox · 1 year

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Luis Sera Headcanon [Collab] SFW/NSFW

Author note: hi everyone. I know it has been Ages but im back with a little gift for all of you and i collab with @sattiene my beloved <3 thank you so much for her input and help because it really helped me out get back in the mix of things. i really missed writing HC for characters soooooo ! My ask are now open! YEY!

anyways i'll let you enjoy this Hc!:

SFW HC:

Meeting you for the first time in the events of the Las Plagas incident, the first thing he says to you is:

"I just have one important question. Do you have a smoke?"

Manipulation through his puppy eyes.

“Oye, Senorita. Mind a smoke?” *insta puppy eyes*

Probably ‘almost’ fluent in French and would brag about it to you only (hmmm wonder why)

Grows every so fond of you when you laugh off his flirting towards you.

But what made him fall in love even more was when you suddenly started to flirt back.

He stutters, is flustered but quickly come back with another flirt (it's a war now)

One time, he was playing around with his lighter while walking, to which you added a remark:

“Hm.. Does this skill also apply in the bedroom?” You smirked.

The man was shooken (idk this isn't a word) and closed his lighter shut.

He shook his head and chuckled,

“There is only one way to find out, ay?” He said looking back at you.

Oh boy…

He tries to lighten up the mood as Leon isn’t much of a jokester.

And when you laugh at his jokes and Leon doesn't, he points it out:

“Ay, see Y/N likes my jokes.”

If you are imprisoned, you bet your ass Luis is gonna be your knight in shining armor.

You’ll scream to whoever, to get you out when it’s Luis that peaks his head and saves you his only comment will be:

“Oh so that's what you sound like, hm?”

Alternatively : You are captured and tied up unconscious. He is at your rescue once more and sees you tied up. He would whistle and look away for a minute, putting his fist close to his mouth before snapping out of it and helping you out.

When you wake you bet your ass he will hit you with the oldest pick up line to this day like:

"Oh chica. I've been told I look heavenly, but you're not in heaven yet."

Is it raining? No problem Luis is to the rescue:

“Where are my manners?” He says as he takes off his jacket and hovers it on top of your head.

Oh shit! A flight hatchet coming your way! But don't worry, again, Luis is at the rescue,

Hugging you as he pushes both of you away and falls down.

Well now it's an awkward situation as you are now on top of him. You lift yourself to meet with Luis’ face closer than expected.

Of course he shots a flirtatious grin accompanied with his eyebrows raising up.

What he would do to get your attention or to be close to you i swear…

He is down bad for you that's for sure.

It's impressive when you see Leon in action, a break at the shooting range is always a great pause for everyone, which helps make Luis and you grow closer.

But the music made your feet tap to the beat and that, Luis noticed.

He gently grabbed your hand, waiting a few seconds to know if he was denied and when you didn’t reject his advance, dragged you to dance.

You giggled, you weren’t much of a dancer but the beat was so good and the moment was so right, it made you become one.

That was when you were charmed by him.

When you get separated, Luis will call you on the radio any chance he gets.

“Hola. Aaah I'm glad you picked up princesa. I’m at the ballroom, come over. We can continue our little dance. Don’t be late to the party!”

When you are a bit more separate from Leon and Ashley, you call Luis and you guys chat

“How's your search? Are you okay so far?” you asked. “Always so worried for me, lindura~” “I miss you too don’t worry” He adds.

He would scare you by hugging you from behind

Which ultimately ends in you pointing your gun at him

"Whoa whoa, cariño. chill. it's just me, your loverboy."

Would take pictures of you on his flip phone but the pictures are some of the worst moments of you looking surprised, zoning out, or sweaty with dirt on your face cause you were almost killed by a villager.

You ask him to delete it but nah this man puts it as his wallpaper and keeps it forever.

If you are infected with las Plagas, he becomes serious

Will still be flirtatious to calm his own anxiety

At the operation table, will hold your hand while killing the plaga

Would turn his head away as it is agony for him to hear you scream in pain

"I know, I know bebe. I'm here. shhh, shh,"

Let a tear fall and wipes it after the operation finish

Man, he thought he lost you!

But enough heart breaks!

The man is clingy! He loves you so much he always want you close

For example; you want to make breakfast for the both of you in the morning but no no no you are not escaping with his arms wrapped around your waist

"Nooooo, mi amor, stay," He whines in his morning voice.

Will be hugging you from behind while you cook breakfast.

You can feel his stubble tickling your neck

Everything is perfect.

The embodiment of chivalry

Opens doors for you, pushes your seat for you allllll the time.

NSFW HC

He is loud and not scared to be

Moan, groans, whimpers, yeah you are getting the whole service.

Service top/ dom

Mutters some Spanish when he is really really into it.

His foreplay is insane the man is a teaser;

Hand on your thigh just slowly but surely making his way through your core as he kisses your neck and tells you sweet nothing. (how could it not melt to that!)

You are always his top priority

Can go on for hour for your pleasure only (pls don’t make him pass out i beg you)

Cracks jokes if you are anxious, just to see you smile and relax, that’s already a win for him.

Mf does the petal of roses on the bed thingy on the special occasion (with scented candles ofc!)

Nice dinners and dancing before a night of love.

Sex isn't a shameful topic to him and will tease about it.

If you tease him back about his performance he will backfire at you, its constant banter!

Weakness for lace in lingerie: He would fall weak if he slowly discovered you are wearing a set of lingerie while he takes off your clothes

“You wore this for me cariño.” and also will have his puppy eyes activated.

Would brag about you all the time and show that you are his girl as he marks you

He loves when you mark him, telling him you are his and that he is yours.

Covered with your lipstick is so hot to him, shows how much you love him.

Takes pictures of all the above

His biggest turn on? When you ride him.

Holy fuck does he love it so much, just digging his hands on your thighs and trusting at the same beat as your riding makes him melt.

You taste heavenly to him and he loves to eat you out

Face riding? Yes please!

Makes him so horny you bet that shit makes him precum.

Type of guy to continue slowly thrusting in when done cause God Damn you feel good, he doesn’t want it to end!

Not into the harcord stuff like BDSM and such but would be willing to try for you

“So you’re into that stuff ay..”

His favorite positions are any where he can see your beautiful face

He will never call you names like ‘slut’ and stuff “that's not a gentlemen’s ways”

You tried your best to please him first but Luis can’t hear any of that: “Ladies first” kinda treatment

“Why don’t we switch it up tonight, let me start with you~” you said as you pressed your fingertips on his pecks, going ever so slowly down.

He shook his head as he chuckled. “You know my policy mi amor” He takes your hand to wrap in around his neck as he positions you on your back while kissing you

I mean, you can’t resist him.

First time he makes you squirt, the man will be so proud of himself

Will use that fact against you in arguments: “didn’t you gush all over me last night?? yeah that’s what i thought.”

With a smug ofc

Tell you how beautiful you are especially while making you cum

Best aftercare, hugs, kisses, shower, and caresses.

The man Orders you to stay put when he cleans up, its “his mess not yours”

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sillylittleguytm · 3 months

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Indulgence

Papa Emeritus IV x gn!reader

Summary: Just a lazy day in bed with our beloved Papa :)

Warnings: Google translated Italian, nothing really- just pure fluff

Word count: 649

A/N: A little nervous since this is the first fanfic I've ever posted. It's just a drabble of an idea that's been bouncing around in my head for weeks that I finally got around to writing. I intend on writing and hopefully posting more.

You hardly ever see your own quarters anymore. At this point, you practically live in his.

It all happened very fast, perhaps to make up for the time you and Copia spend dancing around each other. You knew Copia as a Cardinal, secretly and subtly pining for him. He spent the same amount of time falling for you, although far less subtly. Copia didn’t get the confidence to ask you out until he became Papa, and things have been a blur since then. You now invade his closet, his space, his thoughts, and his heart, just as things are meant to be.

You now sit on Copia’s floor, your body facing his small TV and your back pressed against his bed. Copia’s legs rest on both sides of your form as he sits up on the mattress, controller in hand as he plays a game. In your own hands, you hold two juice boxes. It’s your duty to indulge him in a sip of his favorite drink whenever he lovingly nudges your head with his thigh. It made you giggle every time.

It was a beautiful sight, really. You got the privilege of seeing your beloved Papa and lover bare-faced, wearing just a t-shirt and boxers while he lost himself in this mindless game with you by his side. It was one of the few times that Copia truly got to relax. Here, he wasn’t Papa Emeritus IV, he was just Copia. Inwardly, he was overjoyed to have someone he could feel this comfortable with. He thanks Lucifer every day for your presence in his life. You felt very similarly, grateful that you're able to be a safe space for him.

As you zone out and admire him, his plush thigh makes gentle contact with your head again. You laugh quietly to yourself as you lift the juice box to his lips. He noisily sucks it down before pulling back from the straw. “Grazie, amore.”

You hum softly in response before setting the juice boxes off to the side and straying from your spot on the floor. You rise and take the controller from his hands. He grumbles quietly in protest as you pause the game, but all of his complaints die in his throat at you place yourself in his lap, burying your face in his neck. Copia chuckles and wraps his arms around you in return.

"Is watching me play really that boring, schricchio?" Copia teases, running his hands up and down your back. You look up at him with a loving smile.

"No, I'd just rather watch you instead." You say. Copia's face lights up with a warm and infectious grin and he immediately begins to pepper kisses all over your face, causing you to giggle and squirm in his lap.

"Il mio cuore, la mia vita." Copia mutters in between kisses. "Sei troppo dolce per questa terra, amore." As the kisses come to an end, you look at each other with adoration. Even with your unkempt hair and the clothes you slept in the night before, you were utter perfection to him.

"Ti amo tanto, tesoro. You don't know what you mean to me." Copia says affectionately, brushing back your hair to give a final kiss on your forehead. You beam under his loving gaze before you notice his expression shift. His smile becomes a smirk and you know just what's about to happen.

"Copia, I swear to Lucifer below if you-" Your warning is cut off as he restrains you with one arm and tickles you relentlessly with the other. You scream and squeal and thrash as he continues the playful assault. "Stop! Stop!" You yelp, trying to fight back through laughter.

Eventually, Copia decides to have mercy on you. His tickling comes to an end and you lay limp in his arms trying to catch your breath. "Oh, I hate you so much." You breathe, playfully smacking his shoulder. He chuckles at this.

"I love you too. Now, shall I get back to my game that you so very rudely interrupted, piccolo diavoletto?" Copia jokes, keeping you in his lap and picking up his controller. "Don't worry, you can play with me this time."

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Translations:

"Grazie, amore"- Thank you, love.

"schricchio"- Squeak

"Il mio cuore, la mia vita. Sei troppo dolce per questa terra."- My heart, my life. You are too sweet for this world.

"Ti amo tanto, tesoro."- I love you so much, treasure.

"piccolo diavoletto"- Little devil

A/N: Thank you for reading! I really do hope you enjoyed this. Like I said, I intend on posting some more drabbles. However, I do have an idea for a full length Terzo fic teehee

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satubby · 2 months

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Heyyy❤️ writer,Your yandere concept of Ryu Si O was amazing.I literally loved it. I request you infact beg😭you to write a hot smut between Ryu Si O & his S/O which would also serve as the 2nd part of the yandere concept.Hope you'll write more amazing stuffs.I'm eagerly waiting for your updates.

Hello my beloved reader, I'm sorry for answering your question... so late but you know, I have school exams in a few months so I stayed away from the Internet. But I hope you like this NSFW scenario of Ryu Shi-oh, something yandere hehe.

Author's Notice: As such, this is told from the POV of our beloved Ryu Shi-oh....

'Baby, eyes don't lie.... Cause I know I love you' — <Based on the song: Eyes don't lie by Isabel Larosa>

If we were honest, the first time I saw you, it was in the worst conditions, both prisoners of our environment. Your smile did not flank even though you will receive blows, I insulted you and kicked you in those cells of Pavel where darkness was our days.

I thought you were a fool, I cursed you for months when you gave me hugs or smiled like a stupid despite your wounds, I was years before you in this crappy cell I called home.... In fact, I don't even know if it could be called that. I did not understand in those moments that those feelings unknown to me, would be the ones that torment me to this day.

That at some point I began to love you, even though we lived like animals struggling to survive, at some point it was comforting to know that you would live another day by my side.

I don't know at what point we began to embrace each other.... I don't know at what moment I opened my shell to you that had been closed so as not to show weakness, at what moment we both began to long for each other? When emotions were forbidden in that hell where freedom was a luxury and living a necessity.

I thought we could escape, that we would be happy out of that place, so I followed the foolish plan of the one I considered my friend at that time, but he was not, a simple rat who betrayed me as soon as he could.

I remember that day when we ran away, we left behind that hellish past but still both you and that bastard were caught, you cried smiling while you pushed me to escape, I did not want to but you begged me.... I saw with my eyes how you 'died' and that ugly image remained in my memories.

Then I wandered aimless until I discovered that the bastard I once called a friend was alive.

Somehow I forced myself to return with the uncertain hope that you were alive... Until at some point, I became that puppet that Pavel wanted so much, all because I was tied to those feelings for you.

Looking for you, I managed to rise to a little stronger and more influential, until that bastard told me that in fact, if you lived and that only made me angry, all those years they could have sent you to me but you were my leash... A strap that was tightening me until it burst when I saw you again 12 years later.

Unfortunately, due to the trauma, when we met again, you had already forgotten about me, yet I did not give up and hugged you until I got tired because deep down, I had clung to the feeling of loving you ... This love that burned, crushed and tortured me with longing made me have mixed feelings.

But for you, I killed and crushed those who crossed my path, I swore I would make Pavel pay for the hell they had put us in, not for anything from now on you were living normally thanks to my efforts.

And now here, feeling your curves on my hands, our lips colliding in desire and despair. I have longed for you so much, I struggled to find you... At what point did your kisses become my addiction? I don't know, because at this point I only wish our paths don't separate.

Your tongue dances with mine, our clashing hips echo in the hot air of the luxurious room. Lust runs through me, my sweat mingles with yours, I know well that our love is a luxury, I know it's wrong to have feelings when I'm still Pavel's puppet, but right now I just want to be Ryu Shi Oh— That little boy who became more than a man, a hungry beast seeking to devour everything and become strong just to find you, the one who loves you and only lives for you. My revenge comes from loving you, I would make them pay for the cruelty they would have put us through.

Our hips echo in the air of the lustful room, your pussy presses against my cock and your juices only make me want to fuck you even more. My hips twitch as you let out gasping moans, your cheeks red with arousal make me smile possessively, I love you with passion and although for years I have been swallowing this bitterness for the feelings that I still did not have clear, I can't take it anymore... You are like the drug that makes me stronger.

"Ryu.... Ahhhh~ I love you so much, you know that... so don't suffer for me anymore, please already– Let's stop with this silly revenge" You let out an agitated sigh trying to find the right words in between lust laden gasps. I know you want me to stop this, but I don't want to be a puppet anymore, I don't want to see you suffer.

I don't want you to be the leash that ties me to Pavel, I don't want to know that you are not just mine, that those bastards could kill you if they wanted to and I couldn't rebel.

Because I know we both hang on the pendulum between life and death constantly under Pavel's strings.

"I love too," I whisper between gasps, feeling your warmth enveloping my cock, your lips tasting like peaches, almost feeling like I'm eating a forbidden but longed-for fruit.

Our bodies move in perfect harmony, fueled by desire and a deeper connection that transcends mere lust.

And despite your pleas that sound more like moans, constantly begging me to stop my erratic movements— I can't help but revel in the pleasure coursing through my veins.

It's as if every caress, every moan, brings us closer to some kind of resolution: an end to the pain and torture that has plagued us both.... Sometimes I think maybe I'm just selfish and that these fantasies of love are only to avoid facing my fears, especially that question that was running through my mind.

You felt the same way about me? I can't help but get angry at the thought that other men have looked at you while locked in that cell where you were treated like a sack of meat.

However, even though I lose myself at this moment, a part of me is still aware of the danger we face under Pavel's watchful eye. But for now, in the midst of this whirlwind of ecstasy, I choose to ignore that dark cloud hovering over me. Instead, I focus solely on you and the boundless love that keeps me sane.

Scratching your back with my nails and you equally with mine, I roll my eyes as I lose myself in the pleasure coursing through my body. Your moans ignite something primal inside me, fueling my lust. Feeling your pussy clenching around me drives me deeper, losing myself completely in the moment. The pleasure intensifies, erasing any sense of time or reason. I thrust harder, wanting nothing more than to give you everything you desire right now.

Our bodies are drenched in sweat and we writhe like dancers in an erotic ballet telling the story of our eternal connection. You whisper sweet words in my ear, filling my heart with warmth despite the cold darkness around us.

Your words pierce through my armor and reach parts of me I thought lost forever.You whimper asking me to stop, but it's not enough, I'm addicted to your scent.

Your breasts are like dough between my hands, my lips collide against your rosy breasts and my tongue plays with those hard buttons because of the lust that emanates from your body. I don't know how much time passed, but we reached our climax, both clinging to our hands.

Like a beast I devoured everything in you— I licked, scratched, bit and fucked you to exhaustion as our bodies became a sticky, sweaty mess. In the end I only know that I love you, that I am possessive and will not let others have you, you are mine and you .... you were fine with that. Years of suffering were worth it or at least that's how it feels to me.

We fell into each other's arms and before we fainted, you whispered an "I love you" and I can only answer you by looking into your sleepy eyes, running my hands through your hair and kissing your forehead. I love you, so much that a scale would not be enough to weigh my love for you ...

Because baby, my eyes don't lie when they tell you that you're mine!

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jgoddesstarot · 7 months

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wolfoftheblackflames · 1 month

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Eat up my beloved misfits, your fic meal is here ^^

The Devil and The Innocent: Pt.7

The two both nervous and experiencing this new feeling, walked to the ballroom. Charlie entered first and waited a few minutes for Vaggie to show. However what she didn't expect was to see such an angel standing in the doorway. “She's beautiful…” The Devil swooned as Angel smirked leaving her side. (Cue a tale as old as time)

Vaggie blinked looking over at Charlie and stared as well, before lightly tucking some hair behind her ear. “Hey…” She lightly blushed walking over.

Charlie nodded and gulped, extending a paw to her dance partner. “Sh-shall we dance?”

With that music qued and Vaggie smiled, taking Charlie's hand, the two soon started to waltz as the Latina was surprised at how good her partner was. The room lit up like the evening sky as the gorgeous white gown Vaggie wore sparkled with gold.

Charlie was mesmerized by the beauty, but she didn't miss a beat, thankful to all those etiquette classes her father and mother gave her. Her white and red eyes soften lost in that lone jade.

“Look at those two.” Cherri smirked nudging Angel. “Fucking pulled out everything to make our little pup shine eh Angie?”

“I had to, as a dragstar I was born for tailoring as well.” Angel grinned looking pleased.

Charlie was dressed in a white suit with gold and beautiful frills draping down the sides that matched the dress with her hair slicked back and tied. She leaned down and nuzzled Vaggie holding the smaller woman close.

The two after shared a lovely dinner with Vaggie leaning into Charlie slightly with the Devil gently placing her tail over her angel's waist.

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Charlie then after dinner gently brought Vaggie outside to show the wonderful landscape that glimmered in the red night sky. “My friends… They did all this too.” She admitted with a smile.

“They're wonderful to have around aren't they?” Vaggie chuckled softly.

“Yeah… Hey Vagatha?” Charlie gulped using the full name. “Are you happy here with me?”

Vaggie blinked hearing the Devil use her full name. She watched the wolf headed figure scratch her neck shyly. “I am princesa..” The Latina replied gently, taking that paw. “Though… If I'm honest I miss my family…”

Charlie blinked but smiled softly. She gently pulled Vaggie over to a golden bowl on a pedestal. “See this?” She asked as Vaggie nodded. “It's waters are enchanted to let you see anything or anywhere you like. It's portable as well if you take it in a bottle.” Charlie stated as she scooped up some into a gorgeous tear drop shaped vial.

“Really?” Vaggie blinked at being handed the item. “Give it a try. You can always put the water in a bowl somewhere too.” The Devil giggled which sounded like a cute growl.

Vaggie looked at it and Charlie gave her a nod. “I'd like to see Ms. Carmine please…” She asked the bottle as it shimmered. It showed the two Carmilla fighting off monsters in the forest. “Dios mio!” (Oh my god)

Charlie gasped seeing this. She gritted her teeth a bit but gently took Vaggie's shoulders. “You have to go to her. Now, take the southeast path, it'll take you home.”

Vaggie looked at Charlie stunned. “Wh-what, but the deal..”

Charlie closed her eyes and broke the magic that bound her to the deal. “I release you… You're free, go now.” Her hand was trembling as she gently placed it over Vaggie's. “Keep this as a way to look back if you wish. Goodbye Vaggie..”

Vaggie looked stunned but gritted her teeth. “Thank you, for everything and for understanding..” She hugged Charlie tight before dashing off to her room.

Husk smiled a bit walking in. “Seems like you've done well on your own.” He then noticed the tears forming. “Princess?”

“I let her go Husk… I had to..” The Devil gripped her shoulder where those kind hands had bandaged it before.

“What?!” Husk bolted over. “But this must be a mistake, why did you fuck up all the progress?!”

Charlie turned away and watched Vaggie go on Diablo, her gown replaced by the casual attire and shawl. “I love her Husk… I really do..” She stated sounding softer leaning against the pillar. “But she was never meant to be locked away from the world, unlike me..” Charlie then howled, sending Vaggie off with pride.

With that Husk sighed and went to tell the others.

“Fuck but she fell in love, it should break that bitch's spell?!” Angel asked as Husk shook his head.

“It won't work darling. She has to be loved back in return.” Rosie looked sadden.

Niffty wasn't with them, same with Cherri Bomb as both had stowed away in Vaggie's leather bag.

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In the forest Vaggie pushed Diablo to go as fast as the stallion could go. “Ms. Carmine!!!” She roared, spying the woman panting. Quickly Vaggie scooped up her mentor and rode towards the southeast path. “Vaggie?!”

The two managed to get back to town with Diablo heaving. “You ok?” Vaggie turned and looked at the taller woman.

“I can't believe this, you got away on your own? I'm so glad you're alright.” Carmilla hugged her tightly. “Estoy tan contenta de que estés bien…” (I'm so glad you're alright)

Vaggie nodded but a part of her wanted to go back to that castle to see Charlie again. But first she had to get Carmilla instead and tended to.

Carmilla winced softly as Vaggie bandaged her injuries. “How did you..”

“She let me go.” Vaggie replied, looking away. “The Devil..”

Carmilla looked stunned but blinked seeing her two daughters come rushing in and hugging their mother. “We heard someone tried to break down the door! Are you alright?!” Odette asked as her long blonde hair was a mess.

“We got letters that you were in danger.” Clara added with her more curly hair disheveled as well. “We rushed back as soon as we could.”

Carmilla growled. “You two shouldn't have come back…” She stated but looked over as the door was bashed down again.

“How cute, a family reunion.” Vox walked in.

“Well done in keeping an eye out for them my pretties.” Valentino smirked at his goons.

Vaggie got ready to stab the fools while snarling. But her rage grew when Adam stepped into view alongside Lute. “Of course it had to be you two…” She growled.

“You stupid fools, there's been a monster living near us!” Carmilla snapped, making Vaggie look at her.

“Aw really, that bitch is back so there really wasn't a monster at all.” Lute sneered smirking.

Just then the leather pouch moved as Niffty and Cherri spilled out. “Hey bitch tits, don't ya dare lay a fucking finger on our girl!” Cherri growled.

“The fuck..?” Adam blinked but soon found a cup trying to maul his face. “AHH get it off me!” He yelped spinning around.

Vaggie couldn't help but smirk seeing Niffty do that. “Those are proof there's a monster living in Hellfire woods!” Carmilla stated getting up and standing infront of her daughters.

“Fucking old hag is right… How fun.” Lute smirked and kicked Cherri Bomb into a wall causing the monkey to growl.

“C'mere fuck face!” Cherri grabbed some hot coals and chucked them at Lute making the woman yelp as the monkey soon slammed into her.

Carmilla looked at Vaggie who looked pissed. “The Devil isn't a monster.” She took out the water. “She's kind, gentle and very sweet..” Vaggie added, looking at the water that shimmered.

Carmilla took this opportunity to take it and raise it up. “Show me the Devil!”

A howl echoed, making everyone look over. A vicious blonde wolf head with red horns looked at the people. “Looks like we got bigger fish to fry. Everyone to the woods!” Vox roared as people grabbed weapons and bolted with him. Even Valentino joined with his goons.

Carmilla smirked since that got those idiots to leave her children alone. “Ms Carmine, what have you done?!” Vaggie snapped

“Something good since the Devil needs to be punished for attacking me and taking you away before.” The older woman sat back down. “My only concern was keeping my children safe. That includes you, Vagatha.”

Vaggie watched as the mob went closer to the woods burning down its trees. “No…” She gritted her teeth before turning to Carmilla with a tear running down her face. “¡Estúpida mujer, acabas de traer el infierno sobre la mujer que amo!” (You stupid woman, you just brought hell upon the woman I love) She roared and bolted after the mob picking up Niffty and Cherri on her way out.

(Well hope you guys enjoy this part because the next one is... Owie... Thanks for reading ^^)

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episode 1 of the jenny-anna taylor jurdan collab series YIPPEE (that's a mouthful we'll need to find a better name)

@viivdle did cardan's pov in two parts (linked at the bottom of this post) and i did jude's here

today’s topic: dancing with our hands tied (jurdan’s version)

“i, i loved you in secret” = jude didn’t tell a single soul that she had feelings for cardan

“first sight, yeah we love without reason” = after their first kiss she was super confused and didn’t understand why she was growing feeling for him, hence the ‘without reason’

“oh, 25 years old” = they weren’t 25, but they were very young so this could mean how literally the fate of the land fae was thrust into the hands of ‘kids’ (18?? 19??)

“oh, how were you to know, my love had been frozen. deep blue but you painted me golden” = in tcp jude clearly states that she is not interested in marrying or has feelings for anyone, but cardan kickstarted those feelings, clearly

“oh, and you held me close” = she was around cardan a lot, he kept her close to stead as seneschal and whatnot

“i could’ve spent forever with your hands in my pockets” = this could refer to the way cardan was slowly becoming more spy-like, learning from the roach (‘hands in my pockets’ = him stealing stuff, like her heart)

“picture of your face in an invisible locket” = 1) this is elfhame, so invisible lockets are totally normal, and 2) this could also mean how cardan was always on jude’s mind, like when he turned into a serpent she still imagined him sitting there, giving her pointers in his own sarcastic way

“you said there was nothing in the world that could stop it, i had a bad feeling” = the way when jude was seneschal, cardan would always say things like ‘what a shame not one of them knows who their real ruler is’ and jude always feeling like this power could slip out of her grasp soon

“and darling, you had turned my bed into a sacred oasis” = smirk (sorry) basically this could be about when jude and cardan did something together and agreed on it, it was a rare moment, making it 'sacred'

“people starting talking putting us through our paces” = there’s lots of whispering in courts like elfhame’s and jurdan was definitely affected by them

“i knew there was no one in the world who could take it, i had a bad feeling” = jude crowned cardan against his will, and she had to bear so many responsibilities, so again she felt like the power could fall from her anytime soon

“but we were dancing, dancing with our hands tied, hands tied” = even though she was seneschal, jude felt powerless in many ways, frustrated that she couldn’t control cardan, hence the ‘hands tied’

“yeah we were dancing, like it was the first time, first time” = jude and cardan kept repressing their feelings for each other, and then whenever they felt something/did something, they were always surprised (‘like it was the first time’ = signaling even though they did it before, they were still shocked, like the first time they did it)

(skipping the rest of the chorus, it’s basically a repeat)

“i, i loved you in spite of, deep fears that the world would divide us” = painfully obvious, a mortal and a faerie?? jude duarte and the beloved high king of elfhame?? not even in your wildest dreams, right?

“so baby can we dance, through an avalanche” = jurdan has been through a LOT together, this somewhat symbolizes that

“and say, say that we got it, i’m a mess but i'm the mess that you wanted” = do i even have to say it? jude i-poison-myself-every-day-and-made-a-deal-with-prince-dain-who-made-me-stab-clean-through-my-hand-plus-i-did-a-shit-ton-of-other-insane-things duarte, and cardan is head over heels for this woman

“oh, cause it’s gravity, keeping you with me” = its so hard to keep cardan under her thumb, and also unbelievable he would do it on his own accord. this could also work romantically, its crazy to her that cardan actually loves her

(skipping the chorus cuz i already did it above)

“i’d kiss you as the lights went out, swaying as the room burned down. i’d hold you as the water rushes in, if i could dance with you again” = symbolizes the time when cardan was a serpent, jude didn’t care which type of cardan he would be, what would happen, or anything else, she just wanted him next to her again. girlie was highkey desperate

(the rest of the song is basically the chorus)

wow thank you for reading until here *bows*

sorry if its shallow jenny is the better analyzer between us two 🙏

cardan's pov part 1

cardan's pov part 2

#phew thats a wrap #cardan greenbriar #jude duarte #jude x cardan #the cruel prince #the wicked king #the queen of nothing #tfota #the folk of the air #jurdan #holly black #taylor swift #taylor swift songs #song analysis #analysis #how the king of elfhame learned to hate stories #idk what else to put that should be it yayy

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The Butterfly, The Flower, The Spider- Jack x fem!Reader x Belphegor

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Recovery date: January 16th, 2021

Description: Where Jack and Belphegor fall for the same girl.

Notes: This entry was decoded in conjunction with d3stined_to_explode from research lab Ao3, using the song "The Butterfly, the flower, the spider" covered by Enn Sings.

Word count: 1 022

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Though we may lose ourselves in our futile feelings and end up hurting each other, oh merciful goddess of love, please don’t crush this love, simply for your amusement. By chance, I happened to hear that familiar singing voice from my boyhood. That’s how fate had brought me once again to my beloved from the distant past.

Jack didn’t visit earth often. He’d meant it when he told the Winchesters he wouldn’t be directly involved with the world, that he would be everywhere and nowhere. But that didn’t mean he could observe in person. After all, the best way to get something done was to do it yourself.

He was waiting for a light to change when the sound of someone humming caught his attention.

Normally, he wouldn’t pay any attention to it, but it sounded so familiar he couldn’t help but investigate.

Turning the corner he found a young woman curled up under a tree quietly humming to herself. Jack found himself frozen in shock, he hadn’t expected her to be here.

In a single moment, my heart was captured by that unfamiliar face. Ever so quietly, I trapped you, my dancing butterfly in the web of my threads.

“Hi, I’m Belphegor.” He smiled as he gave a small wave.

He watched the anger overcome the Winchester’s and Castiel’s faces. But what really caught his eye was the young woman sitting in the corner clutching her side.

Like the treacherous spider threads trapping their prey while it’s completely unaware, I’m getting my hands on your beautiful wings, my butterfly, still fluttering around so innocently.

“Here, let me help,” Belphegor says, watching as Y/N tries to dress her stab wound by herself.

She glares up at him, but doesn’t pull away.

The other three were off trying to keep the townspeople from panicking, and call in some back ups. Belphegor had followed her when she left to fix her wound.

As carefully as he could, he wasn’t really used to dressing wounds, he stitched her side up and tapped a gauze pad in place.

“Thanks,” she murrumurred.

“No problem sweet heart,” he smiled.

I’ve got you, now that you’ve been trapped in the shimmering threads of my love. Putting a kiss on the scales of your trembling wings, I tied you up gently, ever so gently.

“Can’t sleep?”

Belphegor bit back a laugh as Y/N jumped, spilling her water on the counter, and turned to glare at him.

“No, I want to be up at,” she checked her watch, “ 3 a.m.”

“No need to bite my head off.” He leaned back against the counter and watched her down what he assumed was advil. “So… wanna talk about it?”

“Why do you care?” She asked, finally snapping.

He’d been following her all day, and while she didn’t particularly hate it, it worried her. Who knew what he was plotting? Not to mention it was a very Jack thing to do, and he was very much not Jack.

Whenever she turned to see him behind her, or at her side, a part of her thought it was Jack there.

“Because,” he stepped over to her and tilted her chin up. Leaning forwards, he whispered, “this is fun.”

“…I’m not letting you away, do you know that?”

Closing the distance, he kissed her.

And Y/N couldn’t find it in herself to pull away.

The foolish captured butterfly, unable to run away, can only fall deeper into the trap. Oh merciful goddess of the moon, please don’t bring the night to an end, simply for your amusement.

Holding her wrist, Belphegor pulls Y/N back to where she’d been sleeping.

His hold was light, and she could step away if she wanted to. But maybe it was Jack’s face that made her stay. Or maybe it was her own heart. Either way, she followed silently with no resistance.

Y/N fell asleep that night, with Belphegor holding her close. It’s one of the most peaceful nights she’s had in a long time.

My feelings for him keep growing stronger, but I can only whisper them to myself, like a prayer. The fleeting dream of my first love has been completely crushed.

That night, she dreams of the bunker and Jack. She dreams of movie marathons and late night baking sprees because he doesn’t sleep and she isn’t tired. But most importantly, she dreams of a happiness she never thought she’d feel and a sense of normality.

The next morning, she wakes up alone with dried tears staining her cheeks.

Like a flower that can only wait in silence for the butterfly to descend on it, the only thing I can do is to look at you from afar, my butterfly, as you flutter around so sweetly. Despite the urge to talk to her, Jack stays away.

Instead, he looks around and spots an ice cream cart. Quickly making his way over, he orders a twist cone and takes a seat on one of the stone walls nearby.

Looking up, he notices that Y/N isn’t alone. He then realized she hadn’t been humming to herself, but rather the young boy now sound asleep on her lap.

You’re like a butterfly that has gracefully descended on my budding flower of love, and you’ve captured my heart. Drunken on the fragrance of the nectar you took from me, I burn for you, though it’s only in secret.

Both Jack and Y/N are unaware of the second pair of eyes watching her.

Across from Jack, Belphegor leans back on a tree branch.

He’d recently been revived, though he didn’t think anyone knew. And with the current state of hell, that was to say it was much too peaceful for his taste, he’d decided to explore the world.

That had led him here, to somewhere in Canada, where he’d picked up on some rumors of a familiar hunter. It hadn’t taken him long to find Y/N from there.

Both the nephilim and demon sat in an odd sense of serenity as they watched the person with the key to their hearts.

“…I love you.”

#researcher s's recovery #supernatural #supernatural x reader #jack kline #supernatural belphegor #jack kline x reader #spn belphegor x reader #spn belphegor x reader x jack kline #x reader #female reader #rating unavailable #oneshot #SPN oneshot

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cho-aaacho · 6 months

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(Flufftober 2023) Protecting

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Tags : Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Protecting, Bittersweet, Flufftober 2023, Reader is genderless

(Flufftober 2023 Day 18)

Ethan was there and stood with a blank expression. The moon cast a shimmering pearl radiance upon him. Above his head were celestial stars glimmering the night, making his somber drown in despair.

An air of melancholy surrounded him as a memory of his trauma filled the empty space of his mind. His tears, like rivulets of emotion, coursed down his cheeks.

A bittersweet smile curls on his lips. He fixed his eyes upon you, then turned his head to glance, yet enigmatically, at the glimmering night city from the rooftop.

"Why does it always happen to me?" he began, savoring the familiar sadness that seemed a permanent resident in his mind. "It's as though I was born for nothing."

"Why is it, Ethan?" You are trying to calm him. Squeezing his hand and peeking at the nighttime celestial sky.

"Ethan, everyone has the right to feel sad and happy. What are we? We aren't God. We cannot change our feelings that easily."

You two are now drowning in profound silence. Not a word dares to escape your lips after your last spoken truths.

A black thread, as black as a pearl, ties you and him together and brings you to this very rooftop.

"Yes, we aren't God, if we were God. We wouldn't be hurting like this." Ethan fell with trembling hands and left his shoulder sagging.

Ethan's mind is trying to piece together his good memory of Mia and him. But every time he tried, a tear fell like a raindrop.

Ever since witnessing the tragedy of 2017, something bad has been haunting his daily life. It has pulled him deeper into the pit of despair, rendering him lifeless.

You are his trusted psychiatrist. You were hoping that you could change his life to the old Ethan that Mia always knew, trying to cherish Ethan's life and make him blossom again like flowers.

But you and he share the same loss; both of you were touched by the cruel hand of fate.

Losing a beloved figure in life.

Your partner and Mia were coworkers. But Ethan cannot forgive himself for being unable to save them. In that village.

"Ethan," you whisper softly, feeling the soothing yet cold wind blowing through your hair. As you try to talk, you reach for his shoulder. Trying to heal his spirit.

"Ethan, we may not change our past. But I'm sure we can shape our future. Maybe we cannot see Mia or my partner again. But we must carry on. No one asks to be sad for the whole of their life. But I'm sure. Something good will be blossoming in our lives."

Ethan shrugged and lifted his head to face you. To see your calm and warm smile on your face.

A bittersweet smile curls on his lips. But his eyes are still watering from the tears. "Next time. I won't fail again, and when the time comes, I'll protect you."

You shook your head. A symphony of a night breeze danced around your presence.

"No, I should be the one who protects you, Ethan. No one else, just me. I don't want to see you like this again. It's hurting me so much. I'm still trying to find a good place for you to live without sadness and pain floating through your life. Let me take you to that place, Ethan."

Note : Please forgive me if it feels more like angst than fluff. But since the prompt is protecting, I had a terrible idea to write Ethan like this. (╯︵╰,)

#resident evil #resident evil ethan winters #resident evil ethan #ethan winters #ethan winters x reader #ethan winters x you #ethan winters fluff #resident evil fluff #fluff x reader #flufftober2023 #flufftober

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annoyinglandmagazine · 1 year

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A letter from Fingon to Maedhros

My darling Maitimo,

I would first like to thank you for the ribbons you sent in the post. I’ve braided them in of course, you know I can never have enough shiny things, but I can’t help but wish you were here to do it with me. The sensation of your fingers stroking my hair is just one of the innumerable things I find myself missing at present. Have you grown your hair out again I wonder?

Needless to say, you would be the most beautiful person I have ever seen either way, but I do find myself thinking of the summer when it reached down to your hips. Perhaps that is just selfish thoughts talking, for you see when it was that length it made it very much easier to braid which gives me such an excellent excuse to spend an hour running my fingers through it.

I think of you so very often, you know. I will restrain myself from talking about such thoughts in too much detail at present as I can picture the very shade of red you would turn and then your brothers may ask questions. Though possibly what I have written so far has already flushed your cheeks as bright as your hair, it scarcely ever took much.

I think about you whenever I visit the library because I see some old book I remember you telling me about in a way that somehow makes it interesting. I think about you whenever I hear certain songs because I know that if you were here I could coax you into dancing with me while no one’s looking. I think about how much I’d like to hold your hand in mine every second of the day. I want to fall asleep with my head on your chest, I want to hold you in my arms.

I feel that if I could kiss you again I would be as invincible as you always seemed to believe I was. I could right a poem about those lips. In fact, I could write one poem for every inch of your body, though I fear they would be absolutely appalling. You could write me some poetry of your own, you know, then we could both be appalling poets together. It would absolutely break Maglor, I think, to see his beloved language abused so cruelly, though then again if he’s reading our correspondence I imagine he’s already broken enough.

Well I think I will finish by simply reminding you, if you somehow avoided grasping it in the rest of my letter, that I love you. I love you so much. That’s the important part of my rambling. A general summary of things.

For as long as I breath and beyond I will remain,

Your Fingon

This letter was found in a stack of papers locked in a safe in what is believed to have been Maedhros’ bedroom. The stack was long and appeared to contain years of correspondence, some dating back to the Years of the Trees. They were bundled together in golden ribbons and a single lock of dark hair was tied on top of them. They are believed to be entirely separate to the correspondence between the Crown Prince and the Lord of Himring, as none contain a mention of the crown. Nonetheless it provides an interesting angle on the degree of friendship between the two of them, for they seem very close.

#Silmarillion #tolkien #russingon #epistolary #maedhros #fingon

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Cure Wounds

Wyll Ravengard x male!OC

Super self-indulgent smut between my dnd OC Romero and Wyll. If you have any questions about Romero, please please please ask!! I love talking about him and some of the stuff I reference here is kinda "if you know you know" (like mentions of his family), so if you wanna know, please ask

Thank you @shenanigans-and-imagines for encouraging me to write more self-indulgent oc fics <333

SMUT BELOW THE CUT

Warnings: swearing, scratching, marking each other (hickeys), bruises, brief mention of battle scars, anal fingering and sex, possibly OOC Wyll

Word Count: 4,364

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“Do you remember how I used to heal you?”

Wyll chuckled, grinning at the mere memories that passed through his mind. “How could I forget? You would insist on kissing each bruise and cut, singing spells all the while.”

Warm sun flooded through the gauzy curtains that hung before the balcony doors. It warmed their skin, golden beams highlighting the scars they’d earned over their adventure to free their minds of tadpoles. It had turned out much more involved than any of them could have guessed. And despite the stories and tales that came of it, they were both quite glad for it to be over.

Romero lifted himself from his lover’s chest, the soft sheets slipping down his body as he supported himself on his arms to lean over his beloved. “I had to sing, it makes the spells more potent.”

“I don’t believe that for a second.”

“I’m a bard! What about it sounds untrue?”

“That you only did such a thing with me, for starters,” Wyll said through a laugh. He reached up and carefully weaved his fingers through Romero’s long dreads, threading the thick strands between each digit and holding on lightly. It was always a treat to see his hair loose, rather than tied up by the ribbon he carried around. It fell wildly over his shoulders and framed his face. Wyll felt lucky to see him like this. “If anyone else were injured, a quick spell under your breath and they were right as rain.”

Romero leaned down until his chest pressed to Wyll’s, both rising and falling in a dance with each inhale and exhale. Their noses were only inches apart. Their eyes flickered about their faces, openly admiring the man they married. Sometimes, Wyll could not believe he had been so fortunate to stumble across Romero’s path thanks to that damned nautolid. After seven years, he remembered what it meant to be Wyll Ravengard, not only the Blade of Frontiers.

“Would you rather I’d kissed all their wounds, too?” the bard teased.

“Not as such, no, but I can’t help wondering why you did so with me.” When Romero smirked wide and devilish, he quickly added, “For reasons other than being your partner.”

Romero snickered, but he did not answer right away. His smile softened. “Because of my reputation, you mean?”

Wyll hummed, apologetically. “You weren’t exactly well known for long-term relationships.”

“No one in my family is - you’re perhaps the first among any of us to be properly courted.” He sighed softly and ducked his head to brush his nose along his neck, closing his eyes and appreciating the gift he’d been granted to indulge in this closeness. “I never did it to lure you into sex,” he assured in a whisper. “I never wished to pressure you like that… But I still wanted to love you, in the best way I knew how. Being able to kiss you - just kiss you - my love, it satisfied me more than an ocean of ale or banquet of roast meats ever could.”

Wyll let out a quiet breath. “Just to kiss me.”

“Even now,” he said, pulling back to speak face-to-face, “if you said for the rest of our days, this was all I could have: a cuddle and nothing else - I would never want for more.”

Their hearts thudded pleasantly against their ribs in a call-and-response of their souls, each beat like the skipping step of two lovestruck fools frolicking through an endless field of wildflowers, hand in hand. In all his past sexual encounters, never had Romero ever felt like this with anyone before Wyll. Never had his heart raced at the mere thought of a touch, nor had his mind been so consumed with thoughts of the other, no matter how mundane. It was addictive in its own right. And he prayed to any god willing to listen that this feeling would never fade.

Wyll smiled, warm and adoring, as his hand slipped from Romero’s hair to his cheek. “You can have much more than a cuddle, my love,” he promised. “No singing required.”

Chuckles and grins got in the way as he pulled his husband down to him, teeth clacking and lips barely brushing in the clumsy mess of it all. But it was wonderful. Once they could gather themselves, their laughs died down and the kiss became one for the ages: tender and gentle, yet full of passion.

Romero leaned more weight to one hand so he could tangle the other in Wyll’s hair. It had grown longer since the end of their quest. He took great pleasure in helping his beloved wash and retwist his locs, and he adored being able to tug on it in moments like this. Wyll vocalized his enjoyment with a groan, urging his head back further into the pillow despite his horns poking into the plush so he could follow the pull.

“How much more than a cuddle?” Romero teased into the kiss.

Wyll grabbed his waist and guided his lover to straddle his lap. Then he pushed himself up to a sit, chasing Romero’s lips, never wishing to be parted from them. He was free to do so, to experience moments like this not in one night of debauchery to be forgotten, but for years to come. He slid his hand along his back, pressing the bard closer. Romero acted in kind, one of his hands pulling him closer by his hair, and the other cradling his neck fondly. The calloused pad of his thumb stroked along Wyll’s scars, brushing along his stubble. When Wyll pulled away, Romero let him, but wouldn’t allow him to stray too far, pressing their foreheads together and sharing each breath.

He peered up at his lover with his one good eye, now a bloody red from Mizora’s punishment. Dark brown eyes looked back at him, blown with affection and lust. Even when he’d sprouted horns and ridges, he’d never looked at Wyll any differently. There was never disgust in his eyes directed at him. He left a chaste kiss at the corner of his mouth.

“As I said in my vows, Wyll Ravengard belongs to you.” he whispered. This close, he could feel the way Romero’s heart skipped a beat. The awe in his eyes - the full realization of what those words meant. I have your heart, and you have mine.

So long ago it seemed, when Romero flirted and fawned over Wyll, they kissed. A proper kiss, but it never went any further. Wyll wanted to do this properly, to wait. He could not have Romero’s body without first having his heart. And now he did, just as Romero had his.

Romero crashed his lips against Wyll’s, kissing him with as much passion and love as he could muster. His heart felt like it was bursting with love, almost painful as he desperately tried to be as close to his husband as possible. He slid a dextrous hand along Wyll’s spine, pushing his nightshirt up as he traced the ridges and scars that adorned his body. He pulled away from the kiss just long enough to maneuver the shirt over his horns and toss it to the floor, and then his hand was back in his hair, tugging him close, and his teeth were nipping at his plush lips.

“I love you,” he murmured in between each kiss. He couldn’t stop saying it. And Wyll couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot each time he did.

“I love you, too. By Balduran’s blade, I love you.” He worked quickly at the buttons of Romero’s shirt. It was half open already, as Romero loved to show off his chest and the tattoo on his right peck.

Once it was fully undone, he pushed his hands inside, caressing the warm skin now exposed to him. Romero sighed, arching his back just to have more contact. Gods, his skin was so soft. He felt down his back, up his sides, his stomach - everywhere he could reach. It would never be enough.

Wyll pulled away from the kiss, but his mouth immediately found purchase on his neck. The hand in his hair tightened, tugging and pressing him further into his skin, the other digging blunt nails into his shoulder. He could just imagine his beloved’s face. His eyes closed as he whines and begs for more, his mouth parted as he moans. When Wyll finds his pulse point just below his jaw, Romero won’t let him move until he sucks a mark into his skin, a pretty bruise that claimed ownership. He was certain he would have his own marks before all was done.

He trailed his mouth lower, lips brushing over his Adam’s apple and collarbones in open-mouth kisses. He deviated at his sternum to kiss and nip at his tattoo. It was a six-pointed star, denoting himself as a child of a famous bard who had more children than Wyll could fully wrap his head around. He traced each line, bit at each point, sucked at the open center. Romero groaned, craning his neck to place a kiss on Wyll’s head.

“My love, I need you,” he breathed. “Please.”

Wyll grabbed his waist and pressed to designate a side. He did not have the strength to push his love around, but Romero certainly did.

With arms wrapped around his neck, he was rolled over. Romero’s head fell back into the plush of pillows and Wyll was above him, trapped by the legs around his hips. He was tugged up by his horns into another crushing kiss. If their lips were not bruised and swollen, he would think it a miracle of the gods.

Romero slid his tongue along Wyll’s bottom lip. He opened his mouth instantly, moaning and tilting his head, wishing for more. He dug his nails into the bard’s hips, pushing down the hem of his sleep pants so he could grab even more, to trace his thumbs along the v-line that led like a pointing arrow to his arousal. His mouth watered at the idea of kissing along those creases, of marking his love where only he could see and enjoy. Of taking him into his mouth and placing his hands on his horns so he could be guided, used for his love to take all the pleasure he could ever want from him.

But not right now. They were too desperate to feel each other, to become as one. Soon, he told himself. He would make a whole day to spend with his love, with no politics or expectations, just to experience everything they could offer each other. One day.

His hands slid further into his pants, following his skin to grasp onto his ass and lift his hips up to grind against his own. They moaned into each other’s mouths at the slightest bit of friction. They could each feel just how aroused the other was. It was maddening.

He pulled away from the kiss, breathless. Romero loosened his hold on his hips, relaxing his legs so Wyll could sit up and push them apart further. They both looked like messes, he was sure, but he could not help admiring how beautiful his husband looked when he was so eager and marked up.

“Tell me what you want of me.” He guided Romero’s pants down his hips, lifting him up by his ass so he could slip them out from under him. Further still, his mismatched eyes could not tear from the beautiful half-lidded brown eyes of his lover as his cock sprung free from its cloth prison. He sidled back as he guided them down his legs. “Tell me everything you want me to do, and I will. Anything you ask of me,” he breathed, finally tossing the pants to the side and guiding one of his legs up so he could kiss his thigh, sucking at the skin by his knee, worshipping every inch he could, “say the word and it is yours.”

Gods, Romero’s head was spinning. A million images and desires flickered through his mind, ways to be taken and take in return, to taste and feel. The thoughts that filled his head, of Wyll in so many positions, so debauched and used, it would have sent him over the edge in an instant if he had been getting himself off. The mere prospect alone, of a partner who put themselves in another’s hands so easily, to be manipulated like putty to any whim or desire - it would occupy his every waking thought for weeks if he wasn’t careful.

“I need you to fuck me,” he told him. “I need to feel you inside of me, I need you to- Gods.” His hips bucked against air as Wyll slowly, so slowly, trailed his way down his inner thigh. Seeing his face so close to his aching cock had him flushing with arousal and want. “I need you to touch me and kiss me and just fucking fuck me, please.”

“So articulate,” Wyll teased against his skin. Romero whined. He’d never take it to heart; he fell apart so easily under Wyll, all flowery expressions of love were the first to devolve.

Wyll slid off the end of the bed to remove his pants, already much too hard and much too needy. Just the sight of his husband laid out on their shared bed, golden-brown skin gleaming in the sun’s morning rays, had his member twitching with anticipation.

He crawled back on the bed, over his lover, kissing him deeply as he reached into the nightstand for the bottle of oil. Romero grabbed Wyll’s hips and drew him down, grinding their dicks together. They moaned desperately, barely able to keep their mouths connected. Thanks to Mizora’s punishment, Wyll’s cock was lined with bumps and ridges. It had been extremely embarrassing at first, and a point of self-consciousness on their wedding night, but Romero had assured Wyll in multiple ways (though most often with his mouth) it was not an unwelcome part of his curse.

He poured a generous amount of oil into his hand and dropped the closed bottle on the bed beside them. With one hand, he pushed one of Romero’s legs up against his chest, and with the other he gently prodded at his entrance.

Romero hissed as a finger was slowly pushed inside him, followed soon after by another. He had to pull away to catch his breath, burying his face in Wyll’s neck as he wrapped his arms around Wyll. His fingers slid carefully in and out of him, pushing as far as they would reach and pulling out almost entirely before he pressed in again. Breathless curses fanned across Wyll’s scarred skin, mixed with little pecks and beautiful keening sounds, like music to his ears. When he was opened enough to push a third finger in, he felt Romero’s cock twitch against his, weeping with precum.

“Please,” he whimpered. He grabbed at Wyll’s ass, dug his nails in at his shoulder blade, trying to pull him as close as he possibly could. “I’m ready, I need you. Please, my love, need you inside me.”

He eased his fingers out of him and poured more oil into his hand. He rubbed it along his cock, knuckles brushing along the underside of Romero’s drawing out needy little breaths. He pulled back slightly to see what he was doing as he lined himself up. Romero’s stomach was already glistening with both their precum, the tell-tale drips of Wyll’s own decorating his cock. He had to restrain himself so he didn’t try to clean him up with his mouth.

Slowly, as gently as he could manage, the head of his cock pushed into his asshole. A guttural moan reverberated from the bard’s throat, choking off at the end as his cock pushed deeper and stretched him further.

It felt so fucking incredible. Tight walls clenching around him with the slightest movement, the heat enveloping him. Wyll groaned as he fully sheathed himself inside. He ran a hand along Romero’s side, caressing him and urging him to relax into it.

“If I ever get used to this feeling,” Wyll murmured by his ear, “I could be tempted to make another deal to remember it again.”

Romero chuckled airily, running a hand down Wyll’s locs and softly tangling his fingers in the ends. “Don’t worry, my prince, I’ll make sure you never get used to it.”

They laughed quietly together, holding each other close in a tender moment. When the laughter died down, Romero pulled his head from Wyll’s neck and kissed him. It was not lustful or desperate. It was slow and sweet, as if all time around them stopped just so they could indulge in this moment.

They pulled away slowly and pressed their foreheads together. Wyll looked at Romero so warmly, and so attentively, waiting for his signal before he moved again. They stayed there for a moment longer. Then, Romero nodded, and Wyll slowly pulled out.

They choked on shared air as the bumps and ridges lining Wyll’s cock grated and rubbed against Romero’s sensitive walls. Almost all the way out, he thrust slowly back in, fully seated once more. A pitiful whine came unbidden from his husband’s throat. He did not wait long before his hips were moving at a slow, consistent rhythm.

Someone swore, but Wyll couldn’t tell if it was him or Romero. The result was the same: Wyll picked up the pace, thrusting faster, losing himself to the pleasure, spurned on by every choked, panted breath and quiet plea for more, more, more. He pressed his cheek to Romero’s temple, wishing he could bury his face in his neck without risk of butting him with his horns. How he would happily ravage the skin there, feeling the vibration of his cries against his lips. Maybe Romero sensed the way he held back, felt the strain in his neck and shoulders not to give in lest he hurt his beloved, for he grabbed Wyll’s horn, pulled to make the young Duke crane his neck, and kissed feverishly over his pulse, his Adam’s apple, his jawline.

He sucked and bit a matching mark just below his jaw, where his heart could be felt strongest, as it raced and rushed with ecstasy. He cried Wyll’s name by his ear, before his words devolved into stammered nonsense before biting just under his earlobe in a lousy attempt to try getting his wits back.

Wyll pushed Romero’s other leg back against his chest, hands pressing under his knees to keep him contorted just like that. Gods, just like that.

He dug his nails into his skin, clawing at his flesh and urging himself to go faster, fuck him harder. He broke himself out of Romero’s hold to crash his mouth against his, open-mouthed and panting.

Birds chirped, greeting the new day. Down below, the market was waking up, stalls being set up and vendors chatting with each other. None of it mattered. None of it reached even the edge of their senses. Wyll growled and Romero swallowed it, responding with his own moan. Nothing else mattered.

Romero scratched at Wyll’s back and arched his own, longing to feel every inch of him that he could. Wyll hissed at the sting, but the pain faded from his mind when he was pulled close so the bard could hug him, crooning like the most beautiful songbird by his ear. Wyll felt the knuckles of Romero’s other hand brush his stomach as he stroked himself, fucking into his hand as Wyll’s thrusts became rushed and uneven.

“Love you,” Romero muttered breathlessly, choking on a moan. “Love you so much. ‘M yours. Gods, you have me. You have all of me. My beautiful prince.”

Wyll let go of one of his legs to cup his cheek. Romero immediately responded to the touch, moving to press his forehead to Wyll’s. His eyes fought through ecstasy to look up at him, half-lidded eyes squeezing tight before being forced open to see his husband.

“My handsome knight,” Wyll gasped. “So close.” His hips stuttered and his eyes shut, a whine leaving him as he pressed his forehead harder against his love’s. “Let me fill you. Let me fall apart with you. I want to be one with you, my love.”

Romero leaned up to kiss him, and Wyll responded in kind. His heart raced as his hips faltered, frantically thrusting as deep as he could possibly go, his pelvis crushing against Romero’s. He cried out, mouth falling open around his beloved’s name, panted and whining, lips still brushing against each other because they couldn’t bear the idea of parting.

His hot cum spilled in large spurts, driving Romero mad as he was filled. Romero tugged desperately at his cock, squeezing as his hips bucked up into his hand, until he finally found his release. A guttural groan morphed into a high-pitched whine as he worked himself through his orgasm, cum coating his stomach and hand. He only stopped when he became so oversensitive it hurt.

They laid there, panting, clinging to each other. Sweat glistened on their bodies in the mid-morning sun. Too soon they would have to greet the day, too soon Wyll would be dragged into courtly meetings and Romero would venture off into the city to help with what rebuilding he could. They wouldn’t see each other again until late in the evening, if they didn’t make an effort to share lunch together, and more often than not these days they had to forgo that small slice of domestic bliss. Staying here, even hot and sticky and sweaty, let them linger just that moment longer.

When Romero caught his breath, he slid his hand from Wyll’s shoulder to his cheek. He guided Wyll into a kiss once more, soft, barely even a brush of lips. Goosebumps trailed the young Duke’s skin at the delicacy. He should have known it would not last, however.

He felt the smirk grow on his lover’s lips before he saw it, and before he registered what mischief his love would pull now.

Romero trailed kisses along his cheek, down his jaw, and to the dark bruise he’d left at his pulse. It was sensitive to even the lightest brush, a slight hiss escaping Wyll when a kiss was placed over the darkest section. His lips brushed over it again, but before Wyll could scold him, the song-like whisper of Te curo hit his ears and the pain was gone.

He burst out laughing. He carefully slid out of Romero so he could sit back on his knees, still chuckling, his red eye gleaming with joy and fondness. “Do not tell me this was your plan all along.”

“It wasn’t!” Romero quickly assured him through a cackle. “But how could I resist? Far be it from me to leave a lover suffering because I couldn’t help myself.”

“I don’t know about ‘suffering’ - I quite liked it.” He brushed a thumb over the bruises at Romero’s neck. “And I know you did, but I suspect you’re not going to let me heal you.”

Romero chuckled, taking Wyll’s hand and curling his fingers so he could kiss his knuckles, asking playfully, “Would you like me to let you heal me?”

Wyll sighed, contemplative, a soft grin on his lips as he studied the constellations decorating his neck and chest. His love would walk down the streets of Baldur’s Gate, shirt wide open, marks on full display for the populace. It made Wyll flush just imagining it, but it stirred something unpleasant in his gut. As much as he loved marking his husband for himself to see, the thought of everyone else seeing it and knowing their private business made him feel exposed.

“Yes,” he finally answered. Romero smiled, understanding without words the thoughts going on in that head of his. He was always good at reading people, understanding their reasoning, how they thought, but he knew no one as well as he knew his husband.

Wyll slipped his hand from the warm grasp of his beloved, not without a kind squeeze to his fingers first. Romero watched in quiet admiration at the magical abilities of his love, as his hands performed practiced poses, glowing in mystical light. Wyll had a habit of casting his spells with a strong voice, like the words alone would strike terror into his foes. Even now, with a rough Sanitatem ius, a red elixir in a bottle forms itself in his hand.

He uncorks it and cups the back of the bard’s neck, lifting his head and bringing the lip of the bottle to his mouth. Romero didn’t take his eyes off Wyll’s, watching him with warm, dark eyes mellowed with overwhelming affection. He dutifully swallowed every ounce as his head was guided back to follow the tilt of the bottle, Adam’s apple bobbing and bruises already fading with each second. Once the bottle was empty, vanishing into thin air in a wisp of color, Wyll couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing him. His tongue ran along Romero’s lower lip, tasting the lingering flavor of liquid heat. A mere taste alone sent a jolt through his system.

He sighed softly, contentedly, as he slowly pulled away. “Come on, my love.” He slipped carefully off the end of the bed, legs aching from kneeling on them so long. He could only imagine Romero’s plight when he finally stretched out his legs with a quiet hiss, taking Wyll’s hand to help him off the bed. “It’s about time we got cleaned up.”

Romero rested a hand at Wyll’s lower back as they walked together to the bathroom. Wyll’s arm wrapped around his waist, tucked under the open shirt hanging from his shoulders, and rubbing mindless circles into his hip.

Wyll jolted when Romero playfully pinched his butt. The bard had a wide, stupid grin on his face. “I love you!”

Romero laughed as Wyll playfully shoved him away, just hard enough to have him stumbling. There was a bright smile on his face. “I love you, too, you damned fool.”

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Fun fact: The spell Healing Elixir is a 1st level Warlock spell, and it didn't have a verbal phrase from bg3 that I could find. Te curo is latin for "I cure you", so I just translated "Healing Elixir" into latin to get "sanitatem ius" :)

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lipslikethegardensofbabylon · 1 year

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#polls #words of mine #taylor swift

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legolasghosty · 8 months

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OKAY I KNOW IT'S NEARLY MIDNIGHT BUT LAST EPISODE!!!!

Reggie's little smirk

The promoter lollll!!!

Awww Like and Reggie stepping back to give them a minute!!!

"I'd do anything for you" SOULMATES!!!

WILLEX HUG THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!!!

Willie and Alex both smiling even though their hearts are breaking and it's breaking mine!!!!

Luke: Alex no dancing. Alex: Watch me....

"Tell your friends!"

"your handwriting is better than mine..."

Julie's anxious flood of questions<333

Lollll them all being dorks over the phone call!!!

"I'm swimming!!!"

Carlos the Ghost Toaster!!!

Heh people are starting to recognize the boys....

Why Trevor, you look white as a... sorry, too easy a joke.

Feeling kinda bad for Carrie... kinda.

"You guys are the only family I have." My heart!!!!

Oh babiessss!!!

I love how Julie says When they cross over. Just... I wanna hug her so bad!!!!

Carlos stopping the recording <333

Julie's hands hovering over Alex and Reggie's!!!!

LEGENDS!!!

"Who you calling boy band?"

SIR GET YOUR FANCY GAY SELF OUT!!!!

"...sir." Oh Alex... baby it's gonna be okay.

Julieeeee you look so pretty!!!!!

Rob is lovely!

It's okay, your boys will be there, I promise... they're just a little... tied up at the moment...

Gotta say the suits look pretty good....

"How'd you know our sizes?" "That's your question?"

Dang it I hate Caleb using all of their stuff against themmmm! He's too good!!! He's such a good bad guy!

Nothing to Lose is such a bop, it's not fair!

Ughhh Caleb's magic slowly taking over....

Caleb's jacket is so frigging cool!

This man's voice, I cannot! I have such a voice crush on him.

Julieeeee my babyyyyy it's gonna be okayyyy!!!

"Where do any of us really go?"

"They were my friends, my band... my family." I'm not crying you're crying!!!

Flower!!!! Baby!!!!

"SIGNS!"

Gosh this must be a terrible night to be working at the Orpheum, the setlist is a mess....

My girl!!!! You got this!!!!

ALEX!!!!

REGGIE!!!

Bro the costume changes, I loveeee!!!

Luke my drama queen!!!!!!

Julie and Reggie jamming!!!!

SOLOS!!!!

Ugh I love them all so much!!!!!!!!

Carrie yesss!!!

Awww Molina family loveeee!!!

"Don't ghost me" *WINK*

Julie just falling apart as soon as she gets to the garage, I'm sobbing!!!!

Reggie's You're welcome my beloved!!!

"we had nowhere else to go."

"NO MUSIC IS WORTH MAKING JULIE IF WE'RE NOT MAKING IT WITH YOU!"

HUG!!!!!!!

Lol boy you are literally glowing.

GROUP HUGS HEAL ALL!!!!!

"Hugs are good."

And then... this stupid last scene... I wish they'd just cut it. So we weren't left with this frigging cliffhanger and then dropped into the sea....

AND THAT WRAPS IT UP FOR THE ANNIVERSARY!!!! LOVE YOU FANTOMS!!!!

#legolas tag #julie and the phantoms #jatp #happy anniversary jatp

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elipheleh · 9 months

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Music - Casey's Updates [The Final(?) Version]

Casey's instagram stories recently contained some music they would have added to their playlists for the RWRB characters. This is the final version of all the ones they shared, with a playlist containing all of the songs and playlists for Henry & Alex.

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Here is the full playlist of all mentioned songs. In sharing the songs, Casey also shared snippets of the lyrics, these - & the full list of shared music - are below the cut.

I also created individual playlists from Casey's lists - all the songs mentioned for Henry:

and for Alex:

Below are text versions of Casey's instagram stories.

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some songs i would put on my AGCD playlist if i made it today

-Too Much, Carly Rae Jepson When I party, then I party too much When I feel it, then I feel it too much When I'm thinking, then I'm thinking too much When I'm drinking, then I'm drinking too much I'll do anything to get to the rush Now I'm dancing, and I'm dancing too much So be careful if you're wanting this touch 'Cause if I love you, then I love you too much

-Bronco, Orville Peck Come on in hot, babe Hurry up, babe Can't you see the gate from here? And nothing holds me back at all Nothing left to fear Best of luck, my dear Bucking side to side Bronco running wild

-Love Me More, Mitski Here's my hand There's the itch But I'm not supposed to scratch

-Big Time, Angel Olsen And I'm losing, I'm losing, I've left it behind Guess I had to be losing to get here on time And I'm living, I'm loving, I've loved long before And I'm loving you big time, I'm loving you more

and HGEJFMW (Henry's)

-Not Strong Enough, boygenius The way I am Not strong enough to be your man I lied, I am Just lowering your expectations Half a mind that keeps the other second-guessing Close my eyеs and count

-The Archer, Taylor Swift I wake in the night, I pace like a ghost The room is on fire, invisible smoke And all of my heroes die all alone Help me hold on to you

-Magic, Julia Jacklin I won't feel ashamed tonight Treat it like a stage tonight Turn over a new page and write Forget all that I learnt tonight All the times that I've been hurt tonight Remember what I'm worth and fight for it

-Reach Out, Sufjan Stevens & Angelo De Augustine Reach out, reach out To all the ones who came before you Ponder what is right You and I, in defiance

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They also shared their "firstprince x [artist]" playlist choices.

Carly Rae Jepson Henry: all that, surrender my heart, want you in my room, everything he needs, feels right Alex: too much, run away with me, real love, shy boy, i didn't just come here to dance

Mitski Henry: first love / late spring, heat lightning, pink in the night, i don't smoke, i want you, happy, bug like an angel, a pearl Alex: texas reznikoff, love me more, geyser, i bet on losing dogs, goodbye my danish sweetheart, my body's make of crushed little stars, burning hill, remember my name

Taylor Swift Henry: the lucky one, this is me trying, wildest dreams, dancing with our hands tied, castles crumbling, out of the woods, the archer, daylight Alex: gorgeous, treacherous, cowboy like me, i know places, cruel summer, you're on your own kid, peace, you are in love

boygenius Henry: appointments, georgia, not strong enough, bite the hand, historians, garden song, hot & heavy Alex: cool about it, savior complex, sprained ankle, body to flame, smoke signals, dancing in the dark, we're in love

Sufjan Stevens Henry: predatory wasp of the palisades, for the widows; for the fatherless, all for myself, the only thing, john my beloved, to be alone with you, tell me you love me, reach out Alex: man of metropolis steals our hearts, city of roses, with my whole heart, mystery of love, heirloom, run away with me, all delighted people, america

The National Henry: demons, humiliation, once upon a poolside, don't swallow the cap, empire line, the pull of you, bloodbuzz ohio Alex: racing like a pro, i am easy to find, this isn't helping, rylan, pink rabbits, you were a kindness, slow show

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top HGEJFMW lyrics on this playlist [Mitski]

-I want you I hold one card That I can't use But I want you

-I'm what's left of when we swam under the moon Now the rest of my days are just waiting for when You've calmed down and tell me, 'I was meant for you' Baby, being with you makes the flame burn good If you need to be mean, be mean to me I can take it and put it inside of me If your hands need to break more than trinkets in your room You can lean on my arm as you break my heart

-So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe Please don't say you love me

-I glow pink in the night in my room I've been blossoming alone over you And I hear my heart breaking tonight I hear my heart breaking tonight Ooh, do you hear it too? It's like a summer shower

a few top AGCD lyrics on this playlist [Mitski]

-And I am the fire, and I am the forest And I am a witness watching it I stand in a valley watching it And you are not there are all

-There's some kind of burning inside me It's kept me from falling apart And I'm sure that you've seen what it's done to my heart But it's kept me from falling apart Now here I lay as I wonder about you Would you just tell me what I'm meant to do? 'Cause I've waited and watered my heart 'til it grew You can see how it's blossomed for you

-I better ace that interview I better ace that interview I should tell them that I'm not afraid to die I better ace that interview

-I need something bigger than the sky Hold it in my arms and know it's mine Just how many stars will I need to hang around me To finally call it Heaven? I need somebody to remember my name After all that I can do for them is done I need someone to remember me

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Link to the masterpost/contents page for the music posts

Link to the masterpost/contents for the whole series

link to my spotify

#rwrb #rwrb movie #red white and royal blue #rwrb playlist #rwrb music #ok so this is a repost but slightly different/improved #ive added the links bc firefox at least is breaking spotify embeds and idk why but it works on my phone so. both options there and #my spotify is linked at the end #Spotify

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