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ain't no rest for the wicked - chapter three

ain't no rest for the wicked series

three: been sinnin' in this city

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Tess Servopoulos x f!reader x Joel Miller

words: 5.7k

summary: Tess and Joel go AWOL for a while, but return with a gift.

warnings: dark-ish Joel and Tess, smuggler!Joel, smuggler!Tess, boston QZ, QZ life, poorly negotiated d/s-style dynamics, poor communication, enthusiastic consent, oral sex (m & f receiving), p in v, degradation, stalking, canon-typical violence, threesome, cum eating, light rope bondage, cloth gag, spanking, punishment, sub drop, aftercare, strap-on, anal sex, rimming, light angst, edging, orgasm denial

IMPORTANT NOTE: I have updated the warnings on the masterlist to reflect that this has a bittersweet (imo) ending. It's not a happily ever after. Please feel free to DM me if you want to know spoilers before you decide if you will continue reading.

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“Soon” doesn’t quite happen. It’s a month before you hear from them.

Honestly, you had forced yourself to accept that it was over. Maybe Joel coming over alone was crossing a line.

Not that it stops you from looking over your shoulder or getting your hopes up when you come home. But there isn’t even a moment where you feel watched from afar. You consider drawing a line of flour across your threshold, but you have a feeling it’d be undisturbed when you get back, no matter if they came or not.

The disappointment sits bitter at the base of your throat.

That is, until you get home one evening, soaked from head to toe in sleet, and Tess is in your apartment.

When you walk in, you’re too busy trying to get your soaked boots and coat off with minimal sludge on your floor to notice. But when you do, you jerk so fast you nearly slide on the wet floor, falling back against the door.

“What the fuck,” you gasp, trying to recover from the embarrassing screech.

“Joel was right. You really ain’t got a sense of your surroundings, huh?”

“Not in my own home! M’not supposed to have to—“

She smirks.

Not that you notice; too distracted by where she’s lounging. It’s your bed but also it very much is not.

Your mattress is set up on a wooden frame. It’s not fancy, just unstained boards, but it looks well-crafted and sturdy.

“Um,” you say.

“Gonna come try it out?”

“What?”

“Don’t you like it, sunflower?”

“I-I do, I’m just—“

“I told you, we’ll take care of you.” The smirk is gone, now. She’s startlingly serious.

“You said when I’m at yours,” you say.

“Did Joel not take care of you while he was here?”

“No, he did, I—“

She sits up and grabs your wrist, tugging you over. You follow easily, acquiescing when she pulls you on the bed and manhandles you…

(womanhandles you? Are you failing feminism? Where does the movement stand at the end of the world?)

… until you’re laying beside her with your head on her stomach.

“Isn’t this more comfortable?” she says.

She’s so soft, and she smells so good. You’re a little unfocused between taking deep breaths and curling your arm around her waist. “Yes, ma’am,” you say.

She grins. “Good girl.”

For a moment, you are both content to lay there. It really is comfortable. Soon, though, you’re pressing absentminded kisses to her stomach and nuzzling her breasts.

She rubs her hand up and down your back.

Your hand twitches near the hem of her shirt. “Um,” you mumble, anxious fingers fiddling with the folded fabric.

She lifts just enough to tug it off, going after yours in nearly the same motion. Your mouth waters.

She snaps your bra strap. “Off.”

You scramble to obey, not even bothering to unhook it but yanking the old, worn cotton over your head and tossing it to the floor.

She grins at your over-eagerness, but you barely notice, unabashedly focused on her tits.

“Please,” you whisper.

She nods, and before she can voice the answer, you find yourself clinging to her.

Huh.

Funny.

You had meant to latch your mouth around her nipple, but you’re practically climbing her to get close.

Her skin against yours feels like heaven. The creeping loneliness that burrowed into your bones hurts more than ever. At the same time, though, it’s beginning to bleed out.

She gasps softly as your nails dig into her side. Not enough to hurt but enough that she seems to recognize your desperation.

“I know, sunflower. I’m sorry,” she murmurs, holding you tight, just on the right side of painful. But you need it. The twinge in your ribs is giving you more comfort than you’ve known in weeks.

You nuzzle into her chest, placing kisses across her skin that swiftly shift from soft to sloppy. You suck and lick at any inch you can reach, finally mouthing your way to her breasts. Every brush scatters sparks across your shoulders and between your ribs, leaving you shuddering and gasping against her.

She moans as you lave at each hardened bud, and holds your head with an unforgiving grip when you suckle at one. Her back arches, pushing the fat of her breast into your face.

You don’t mind. Oxygen doesn’t seem super important right now. Her other hand has captured one of your own nipples, and she pinches and tugs harshly, her moans drawn out when you whimper against her.

She laughs, and it’s on the edge of cruel, but you’re unbothered.

“Look at you,” she teases. “So fuckin’ needy, huh?”

You hadn’t even realized, but you’ve thrown a leg over hers and are rocking your hips against her thigh.

“M’sorry,” you pant, after pulling off her breast with a lewd pop. You go to move away.

“Don’t stop; it’s cute,” she says, guiding you by the back of your head to her other breast.

Heat spreads across your face but also through your spine until it pools between your thighs. Fuck it, your brain decides, before it turns off for the day.

You’re gasping as you mouth at her, your panties dragging against your clit as you grind.

She slides her hands down and tugs at them, and you quickly lift and help her wiggle them off before sliding down to dispose of hers.

You had planned on returning to her tits and maybe trying to make out, but now that you’re down here, making out with her pussy seems like a much better idea.

You press a soft kiss to her thigh and look up at her, but she surprises you and reaches her hand out to pull you back up.

She guides you, pushing and pulling your pliant limbs where she likes. You let go of the knots anxiety tied to hold you stiff and quiet, a tug behind your ribcage urging you to give in, give up, give everything to Tess.

Something hazy and lax trickles through your veins—it doesn’t go unnoticed, either.

“There you go,” she croons as you gaze up at her.

You didn’t even really notice her laying you down or getting on top of you, but you don’t think about it for long because her knee slides up to your core, grinding until it pushes against your clit.

She catches your moan in a kiss just as she settles her cunt against your thigh.

The feeling of her heat on your leg sends your hips canting against the relentless pressure of her knee. As you squirm and buck, your thigh moves against her, and she moans, biting at your lips until they part with a gasp.

She’s less rough with you than Joel but no less commanding. Her hands grip true and firm, and one winds its way around your neck to squeeze at the sides as she kisses you. You can’t tell which makes you dizzier, but either way, you writhe beneath her just the way she intended.

“I know you’re his,” she murmurs against your swollen lips. “But you’re mine, too, ain’tcha?”

You nod frantically, or at least to the best of your ability, trapped as you are. She eases up a little to let you gasp. You manage to squeak out a “yes, ma’am,” before she increases the pressure again. You’re squirming now, each wriggle of your body bringing you together in a rush of warm, wet ecstasy.

“That’s right,” she says before releasing your throat and focusing her attention on grinding against you. “You wanna cum, sunflower?” Her finger tweaks your nipple.

You reach for her breasts with one hand, the other settling on her thigh, where she’s spread across you. “Want you to,” you pant.

“Oh, I plan on it,” she says. Her smirk is intoxicating, and so is the way her hair falls around her face while she looks down at you. “But you’re gonna cum now.”

Her voice permits no choice, and she jerks her knee against your cunt. The shock and delicious pain of it have you obeying immediately, with her not far behind.

She, at least, has the sense of mind to cover your mouth with her hand. When she’s coming down from her high, she slides it slightly to cover your nose, too.

“Cum again, baby,” she says.

You cling to her with bruising fingers as you cum, and everything goes fuzzy and gray. She pulls her hand away at the last second, rolling her hips against your leg until she cums again, too.

“Please,” you sob.

She doesn’t need you to explain, just rolls back until you can pull your leg out from under her and lunge, burying your face between her thighs.

Her nails scratch against your scalp, and she gasps when you suck on her swollen clit. She lets you lick and draw two more orgasms out of her before she pulls you away from her cunt.

“No more,” she scolds when you whine. “I don’t wanna be sore tomorrow when you come over.”

“Oh, am I coming over tomorrow?” you tease.

“Well, I just said you were, didn’t I? Don’t be late.”

You frown, something too close to a pout, when she rises from the bed and pulls her clothes back on.

“I know,” she says softly, pinching your chin. “You be good and get some sleep, okay? You’re gonna need it.”

She pauses, looking at your bathroom door. “You really got mice in there on purpose?”

You bury your face in your hands and nod. “I can scare ‘em off if you need it.”

She snorts and shakes her head, something almost fond in her eyes, something that will haunt you. “Nah, leave ‘em be.” With one last kiss to your forehead, she slips out of the door.

You hesitate, but get up and lock all the locks behind her.

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t expecting Joel to be outside your work. He isn’t, though. You hesitate for a minute, wondering if it means you shouldn’t go over after all.

In the end, your cunt makes the call, and you find your way to their apartment successfully. Look at that, you think. You were paying attention, after all. They never need to know you knocked on two wrong doors first.

Tess opens the third door and smiles. You flush immediately and give her a soft smile back, slipping inside and toeing off your boots. Once you set your bag by the door, you sink onto your knees. It’s all you could think about at work, and you don’t have the strength to fight the urge.

She ruffles your hair. “Look how good you are, pretty girl.”

Your eyes close briefly at the praise, and you look up at her. The fluorescent yellow bulb is obscured behind her head, warmth framing her like a halo.

“Unfortunately, Joel’s not been so good today, sunflower. You’re going to help me remind him how, okay?”

She gives you a hand and doesn’t let go after you stand, leading you into the bedroom. You freeze, though, when you see Joel tied to the bedposts with short lengths of rope and a bandana shoved in his mouth.

He squeezes his eyes tight when he sees you like he can block out the way your eyes are wide and brows furrowed. The shame burns across his body, but more than that, he aches to wipe the concern off your face.

So, he opens his eyes and forces himself into something calm. Accepting. He twitches two fingers against his bond to beckon you.

“Go ahead,” Tess gives you a little shove.

Logically, you know he submits to her. You’ve seen it. But it’s never been like this, never been him restrained or suffering.

He’s usually more like a devoted beast, content to kiss the hand that feeds.

Either way, you go to him and obediently duck so he can cup your face to the best of his ability. You press a kiss to his palm before looking to Tess.

“Someone here decided he couldn’t wait and jerked himself off in the shower this morning, even though you were comin’ over,” she says.

You look at Joel, baffled by the way you almost feel… hurt? It doesn’t make sense, but Tess’s tone seemed to imply you should.

She laughs at the look on your face. “Told ya,” she says to Joel. She comes up behind you, one arm slung across your collarbone and the other hand curling under your chin to grip your jaw. “Little slut’s disappointed.”

You, as always, burn for her amusement.

“Ain’t that right? You woulda been willing to help him out, huh?” she asks. Her grip on your jaw jerks your head up and down even as you’re whimpering, “Yes, ma’am.”

He spits the bandana out. “Told you, I wouldn’t have lasted. Had to take the edge off.”

Oh, she knows. She had come home last night and stroked his cock while telling him all about her visit. She hadn’t let him cum, then, either.

“That’s not for you to decide,” she says, letting you go so she can stuff his mouth full again. “Guess you gotta learn.”

She turns to you. “Climb up and get comfortable between his legs.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He growls. You look sad, and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t suit you.

Tess catches his eye and looks you over. “Hey,” she says, a hand on your shoulder. “You trust me?”

“Yes, ma’am.” And you mean it, more than you realized.

“Then stop feelin’ bad for him and help him out.”

“Yes, ma’am,” you murmur and climb up onto the bed, finding a home for yourself between his thighs. The dark hair tickles your nose when you press a kiss to the inside of his leg, nuzzling your cheek against it.

You’re not stupid, but you think you might be an idiot. You know what this is. And what it isn’t. But the way your chest warms at being close, at being allowed to see him vulnerable, at being coddled a little by the both of them—well, it’s dangerous.

When Tess rubs a hand over your back and whispers “good girl,” in your ear, you decide you don’t care. So what if your foolish heart is collateral? How many times since the world ended have you gotten to feel anything? You don’t need forever; you just need whatever you have in these moments.

So you’ll take it and swallow it up, bottle it inside for when you need something soft and warm at the end of a bad day.

Unfortunately, all the thinking about things that aren’t has you jittering your right leg. It’s tucked under you and jostles your whole body a little. Your head rests on Joel’s thigh, a torturous inch from his leaking cock.

But you know better. And so you wait.

She takes her sweet time, letting him watch you watch precum leak down. The longer she leaves you there in silence, the more the buzzing in your brain fades to a gentle breeze. Your leg stops its fussing, and you breathe deeper, easier. His thigh is wide and warm, and you’re close enough to smell the deep musk of him.

It makes your mouth water and your mind quiet. She comes back over, and you shudder when her fingers trip up the length of your spine until they come to rest on the back of your neck.

“Go real slow,” she says. “Just kisses and licks, for now.”

You’re in a haze; the world narrowed to her voice and his cock. First, you wipe his leaking slit clean with the broad stripe of your tongue before kissing it softly. He groans, but it settles into a whine when you kiss down the underside until you reach his balls.

They’re hanging at a bit of an awkward angle for you to reach, so you shift to sink lower, steadying yourself with a hand on each of his thighs. You don’t think you’ve ever gotten to properly appreciate him like this, to feel the velvet skin against your cheek as you nuzzle in.

Tess’s hand stays steady on the back of your neck, tethering you to the world without having to focus on the threadbare sheets or the clangs and shouts from the open window.

You’re not sure how long you spend like that, wrapping your tongue around wherever you can reach without actually taking him into your mouth. He’s twitching here and there, rewarding you with tiny tastes of him as you go.

She tugs on your neck, pulling you back. You whine, but he whimpers louder. She lets both of you sit and catch your breath for a moment before she’s pushing you down again.

“Just the tip,” she tells you with a playful wink at Joel.

You wrap your lips around it and can’t help but suck hard. His hips jerk up, but Tess is faster, pulling you out of his reach.

“Hold still,” she says, swatting at his thigh. “Be grateful for what you’re getting.”

She waits until he nods before pushing you back down. You try to be gentler, a softer, pulsing pressure, but he’s squirming beneath you, and you’re aching to have him deeper, sliding just a little further onto his shaft.

Tess yanks you by the neck away from him and fixes you with a stern scowl.

“I’m sorry! I’ll be good,” you cry.

“You better be,” she warns and pushes you back down.

By the time she lets you bury him in your throat, your knees are aching, and Joel is shaking with the effort to hold still. You don’t like the way he gasps and struggles; each sound sending a hairline fracture through something in your chest.

You don’t need to look to know he has tears in his eyes. You can hear it in the ragged breaths and grit of his teeth.

The sun has set. It has to have been at least an hour, maybe two, since this all started.

He lets out a wounded sound, and your own follows.

“Hey,” Tess’s voice cuts through Joel’s whimpers. She tugs at you gently, and you pull off.

“Why’re you crying, sunflower?” she says.

You don’t know how she knew it wasn’t from choking on his cock. It wasn’t like you hadn’t gotten teary before. You weren’t even really sure you were crying. But now that she’s asked, your chest feels tight.

Joel’s focused on you, too, throbbing cock forgotten for a moment.

“I’m okay,” you say, but it’s hardly convincing after it breaks on a sobbing gasp. “I-I—“

She gets on the bed and pulls you into her lap, where you curl around her and begin to cry in earnest. With one hand, she’s able to tug one of Joel’s free, and he’s more than capable of undoing the other.

He sits up on his knees and hovers, hands clenching and unclenching at his side. Tess cradles you and whispers soothing nothings.

Joel finally reaches out and puts his hand on the back of your neck, cupping close. He doesn’t really know what to do with himself.

When you feel his hand on you, unmistakably Joel, both in the breadth of his grip and considering you know where both of Tess’s hands are, you peek up to look at him.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and the chest-wracking gasps take over again. “I’m sorry.”

You’re clinging; you know you are. But it feels all wrong, all jumbled in your chest, like instead of finishing the puzzle, someone just jammed the pieces together until they stuck, no matter the damage.

“Why’re you sorry, huh? You did exactly as you were told,” he says, thumb rubbing over the nape of your neck.

“I don’t know, I feel sad,” you mumble into Tess’s shoulder.

Tess rubs her hand between your shoulder blades. “That was too confusing for you, huh? Put you in a weird place? Like you betrayed him a little bit?”

You nod, rubbing your hand over your clavicle. “Feels wrong.”

“I’m sorry, sunflower.” She kisses your forehead. “You need him to forgive you?”

Your throat is cinched around stone. All you can do is nod.

“Hey, c’mere,” Joel says and pulls you from her lap to his.

You curl up with your face buried in the crook of his arm.

“Ain’t nothin’ to forgive,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

Your inhale sounds mortifyingly like a sob.

Tess shakes her head and raises an eyebrow at him, knowing he gets the same way. “You need to show her. Prove it. Let her earn it.”

“That what ya need? Need your own punishment, remember your place?”

You nod frantically against his collarbone.

“Okay, sweet girl. I can do that.”

Once you’ve settled and the tears subsided, he pries you away and tilts your chin up to look at him. “Lay across my lap.”

You remember his threat from your apartment, and for whatever reason, warmth spreads from your chest to your toes.

He helps you shift into position, arranging you how he wants. A broad hand splays across your hips while the other grips you by the jaw.

“Look at you. You’re just a little girl who needs a spanking, huh?” His grip intensifies, craning your neck.

“Yes sir,” you cry.

“Say it.”

“I—I’m just a little girl who needs a spanking.”

“Yeah? Why’s that?”

“‘Cause you’ll take care of me.”

It’s not the answer any of you expected. Tess gives a low whistle. Joel’s grip on your jaw slackens just a little.

His other hand comes up to brush against your cheek. He clears his throat, and when he speaks, it’s softer, quieter. “That’s right. I’m gonna take care of ya.”

Your lip quivers, and you don’t know why. Everything is suddenly in stereo sound. Your scalp stings. The brush of his dry finger scrapes against the apple of your cheek. There’s a crack opening somewhere, maybe your throat, maybe your stomach.

Tess runs a hand through Joel’s hair, and he releases your jaw, broad palm finding purchase on the upturned curve of your back.

“Jus’ relax ‘n let me take care of ya,” he rumbles.

The first hit is soft. A test. You don’t flinch when he lifts his hand to strike you again.

The third one stings, and you huff out a breath but hold steady. His hand on your back seems to be supporting your entire spine, given that the rest of you feels like it may melt into the horrible carpet. Another stain in their apartment, but at least this one will bring good memories. You hope.

You might have spent more on the thought, but the next smack lands hard and heavy, and you yelp, nails digging into his calf where they cling for stability. Physical and mental.

“Shh, you’re alright,” he says, rubbing his thumb back and forth where it lays.

The next hit is hard again. And the next. And the three after that.

You’re wriggling in his lap now, not trying to escape but simply squirming after each spank as if you could douse the fire he’s started.

He rubs your ass where his palm had just bounced from, and you suck in a soft hiss.

“I want to give you five more,” he says. “Can you take it?”

You don’t even think about it. “Yes, sir,” you say, shuddering.

His hand cracks down hard before you can brace yourself, and you whimper, kicking your feet a little and squirming.

The next one pushes the tears over the edge as you cry out, writhing a little.

“Good girl, you’re doing so good, darlin’,” he croons.

You want nothing more than to believe him. The words sink beneath your skin, and you expect them to itch like all praise. But they don’t.

The next three aren’t as harsh. At least, you think they aren’t? You’re feeling kind of sleepy. Or dizzy. Maybe both.

“C’mere,” he says, pulling you up seated in his lap. “You took that so well. So good for us, baby.”

Tess hands you a glass of water and kisses the top of your head. She kisses Joel’s, too.

“Y’did good, sweet boy,” she tells him.

You sip at the water while they kiss, something silent passing overhead. You don’t try to catch it; it’s not for you.

You feel quiet. Like sitting there in Joel’s lap, drinking your water is the only thing in your life. Nothing buzzes behind your skull; nothing sends you jittering and twitching and bouncing. It’s… well, it’s quiet.

“Alright, I think you’ve both earned a reward,” Tess says.

Joel looks up at her.

She grins. “I’m going to fuck you while you fuck her.”

His grip on your waist tightens. “Can I…”

“Yes, I’ll let you come, baby,” she says. “I think you learned your lesson. And you’ve done such a good job with our girl there.”

You’re leaning against his chest, now, listening to the rumble of his voice. You’re not really sure what they’re talking about, but you think maybe you’re going to get fucked now. Which sounds great. You sigh softly, eyes fluttering shut.

“Hey,” he jostles you a little. “You awake enough to fuck?”

“Mhm.”

He nudges you again, and you blink up at him. “I’m awake,” you whine, nuzzling into his neck and setting your teeth gently against the tendon in protest.

“Didn’t you just get spanked?” he scolds. “You need another round?”

“No,” you mumble, even though maybe your pussy is saying yes. But you’re starting to think she doesn’t have your best interests in mind. “I dunno. Maybe later.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “Lay down,” he says, pushing slowly at your shoulder. You whine and cling with your arms around his neck. He wants you to move? It seems so cruel.

You tell him so, and he rolls his eyes before slipping an arm under your knees and standing up. You squeak.

You try to bury your face further into Joel, but he dumps you unceremoniously on the bed.

You pout, and he smirks as he prowls, trapping you between his knees and bringing your arms up over your head.

“You wanna keep up the attitude? I don’t have to let you cum tonight,” he says as he cages you in.

You whimper, less at his words than at the way you’re throbbing. “I’ll be good,” you whisper.

“Wanna try that again?”

“I’ll be good, sir.”

He kisses your forehead, still looming over you. “Yeah, you will.”

“You want her to help get you ready, baby?” Tess says.

“Oh fuck,” Joel whispers. He looks down at you. “Ever eaten ass, princess?”

You can’t help the moan that slips out, nodding. “Not in a long time.”

He cocks an eyebrow at you. “Y’keep sayin’ that. How long was it for ya, before us?”

You flush and suddenly can’t look at him. “Like. Years. Too long.”

“Don’t gotta be shy about it, sunflower,” Tess says. “We were just curious.”

Mortifyingly, you realize that means they talked about you when you weren’t there. Of course, they did, but you didn’t think it really went beyond “Hey did you like that” and “Do we want to fuck her again?”

“Oh god,” you whisper.

“C’mon and put that mouth to better use,” Joel says, rolling his eyes. He tugs you down further on the mattress before kneeling at the top of the bed, knees bracketing your head.

You don’t waste time, leaning forward to first lick at his balls before dragging your tongue back. You can’t help but nip at his butt. He pinches at your breast in return, and you grin as you drag your tongue in circles, coming close but never quite touching where he needs you.

He gasps when you finally lick across his hole, soaking him in your saliva but only using soft, light touches. He grinds down onto your face, forcing you to devote your attention to him, kissing and licking until your face is covered in your own spit from how buried in him you are.

It’s your turn to gasp when, just as you press the tip of your tongue inside him, Tess slides two fingers into your cunt and curls them. Having regained control of the situation, Joel gropes at your breasts, tugging your nipples until they’re stretched almost too painfully, and you don’t really recognize the wet sounds above you right away.

You almost cum when you realize they’re making out as they toy with you. Tess works you open with three fingers now as you twirl your tongue in tight circles. She pulls her hand free and breaks the kiss just to shove her fingers into his mouth. He sucks and licks your slick from her, and when she pulls her hand away, they both move in tandem without speaking a word.

He moves down off the bed to bury his face between your legs, bent at the waist so she can work lubed-up fingers into his ass. He moans against your clit, and you writhe under the weight of his strong arm across your hips.

He smacks your hip. “Cum,” he growls, pinching your clit and licking as deep as he can inside you. You do, crying out just a little too loud and wincing at the sound.

“Don’t,” Tess scolds. “Let us hear you, sunflower.”

“B-but—”

“You think we give a fuck about the neighbors?” She pulls back from Joel and slaps his ass. “C’mon, give her your cock now.”

He taps your thigh and jerks his head toward the top of the bed. You scoot back a little.

“Ready, sunflower? You want me t’fill you up?” His fist is wrapped around the base of his cock.

“Please, sir,” you say, spreading your legs wide and tilting your hips up.

“Attagirl,” he murmurs. Once he’s settled on top of you, Tess grabs him by the hair.

“Just the tip, baby,” she says. “Let me fuck you into her.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he says while you moan.

He notches himself at your slit and gently pushes until the head of his cock is nestled inside you. His hands are balled into fists where they cage you in, and his chest heaves with the effort. After all the wretched edging earlier, he’s not actually sure he can hold back.

“Good boy,” Tess murmurs.

It helps, at least until he hears the vibrator click to life inside her. She moans and adjusts the harness a little before she slaps his ass and pushes in agonizingly slow.

It doesn’t stay slow. She drags it out just until you both are desperate before grabbing his hips and shoving the rest of her strap in. It knocks him forward to split you open.

You think you might actually die this time. How is it that she keeps coming up with even better ways to fuck?

You expect him to try to take control, but he lets her set the unforgiving rhythm, fucking herself on the cock held tight inside her by the harness and taking Joel apart with the other half. Each time her hips crash into him, he rocks into you.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Joel grunts, leaning down to bite at your tits so you writhe and whine beneath him.

You grip one of his biceps and reach up for Tess with the other hand. She entwines your fingers, grinning as you grip on desperately. Joel’s teeth have found your neck, leaving marks for you to find later.

You’re not sure how many times you cum. Or Tess, for that matter. Joel manages two. When Tess takes pity on him for the first, he breaks apart so hard that he buries his face in your tits, biting down and leaving hot tears behind. She fucks him through it, and he never goes fully soft, still twitching and throbbing inside you.

When he starts to protest from the overstimulation, she clicks her tongue at him. “No. Another.”

“I can’t,” he whimpers.

“Yeah, you can. Don’t you want him to cum again, sunflower?”

“Uh-huh,” is all you manage as the breath gets knocked out of you on each thrust.

“Be a good boy and cum for me again,” she says. She lets go of your hand to wrap hers around his throat.

You moan, remembering the way she held yours just yesterday.

He gets a glint in his eye even as they glaze over a little, and slides his hand up to do the same to you.

“Fuck, look at you,” Tess says, eyes flicking between you. “Both bein’ so good for me.”

It’s really all it takes. Joel starts to cum first, and when you feel him jerk inside you, this orgasm forcing some of his first load out to pool on the sheet, you snap, warmth flooding you as you tremble beneath them.

All of it sends Tess over the edge, too, and she reaches out to stroke your cheek as she cums, her other hand still loosely cupping Joel’s neck.

Joel’s shaking as he holds himself over you carefully, waiting as Tess gently pulls out. He follows, concern in his wrinkles as you wince.

“M’ok,” you mumble.

Tess goes to head to the bathroom for a towel but he stops her, grabbing her hand and bringing it to his lips. He jerks his head to the bed, and she sighs but crawls beside you to let him handle cleanup.

You watch him, brow furrowed just a little. He should be more tired than either of you.

“He likes to take care of me,” she says. “Of both of us. Sometimes, we just gotta let him.” She tucks an arm under you, and you roll to wrap your arm around her waist.

Tess insists they walk you home that night. “But will you make it back before curfew?” you try to protest.

“Y’ain’t gotta worry about us,” Joel cuts in gruffly. “We’re the ones that gotta worry about you.”

You bite your lip but don’t argue. There’s no point once they’ve decided something, anyway.

Something about it feels off, like you’re in someone else’s skin, but then she slips her hand into yours. Joel trails behind you, scowl firmly locked in place as he shoots dark looks around.

You draw the line at them coming into the building. It feels sickeningly silly, like you’re playing pretend in dangerous waters. Your firm “no” doesn’t stop Tess from kissing your cheek or Joel from rubbing your shoulder before you go inside.

You’d always been fine by yourself before, but your new bed feels cold and lonely.

next chapter

*title from "HandClap" by Fitz and the Tantrums

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[marthawrites]

The Gift That Keeps Giving

Daemon Targaryen x Rhaenyra Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 3.8k+

Can be read as a one shot but reads best as part 2 to A Gift for the Queen (pls be kind it was the second thing I wrote ♥)

About: You've happily stayed with Daemon and Rhaenyra since her birthday. They have a little game up their sleeve to play with you.

Includes: Explicit sexual content!! *takes a really deep breath* involving typical canon incest, M/F/F content, p in v, female masturbation, pussy slapping, fingering, oral (m & f receiving), forced orgasm, orgasm denial, overstimulation, some degradation, manhandling, crying, adult language, and aftercare. With a sweet ending. WHEW. That's a mouthful. Idk friends there's a lot going on here and if I missed anything I apologize!

Note: Hello lovely reader! I'm not in charge of your imagination, but I write with the implications that Westerosi men go in raw and are uncut. Do with that info however you like. As always, reader is nondescript! Huge shout out to my girl Eliza who is just fucking awesome and I love her. This has been stewing in my brain forever and I finally was able to get it out. It's filthy. Please, enjoy! ♥

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While it wasn't home, Dragonstone remained lovely. What made it even more lovely was the attention Rhaenyra bestowed upon you during the early mornings and late into the evenings. The Black Queen, despite (or perhaps in spite of) the neverending amount of responsibilities she had, had an insatiable taste for pleasure.

Her body showed all the signs of motherhood: faded stretch marks, widened hips, heavy breasts, and a soft cushion of fat around her middle. If she was beautiful before, deemed "The Realm's Delight" by her uncle-husband, then she was even more so now. Motherhood fit Rhaenyra. And in turn she was a good mom, too. 

You couldn't imagine how she balanced everything on her plate. Being a caring mother, a Queen against an upsurer king, a wife… How?

Daemon and Rhaenyra, like many in their ancestry, could only be sated by the fire of a fellow Targaryen. Twin flames from somewhere deep and ancient in the earth. Together they burned. You were certain it was the passion they shared in their intimate moments that kept them in check; a contained bonfire instead of rampant wildfire.

The Rogue Prince, still standing by what he said the first night you shared with them, had yet to let you have his cock. "Whores aren't deserving of my seed." As much as you savored every second of pleasure with Rhaenyra, you ached for him.

Doing as you were told, you sat in one of their chairs and were allowed to merely watch as Rhaenyra rode her husband until sweat sheened on her skin and her legs shook from exertion. It was torture. Daemon had a beautiful cock. Thick, solid, and forever eager to be wrapped around his wife's needy cunt; seemingly as many times as she'd like. And there you were. Both of your legs draped over the arms of the chair to expose yourself wide open, fingers fucking into yourself at the show, unable to reach the kind of climaxes Rhaenyra experienced. Your fingers were half useless despite their best efforts.

"You're being awfully quiet over here," Daemon crooned, walking over to you once he and his wife were finished. Sweat sheened on him too. "Is your Queen fucking her prince so boring?"

You'd been far from quiet. A blush had taken home in your cheeks and your folds glistened with evidence of orgasm. "Never boring," you breathed in reply, looking up at Daemon from beneath your lashes.

He tutted and swatted your hand away from your center. "You are. Perhaps you need to be reminded just how loud you can get." Bringing two fingers up to your mouth he pushed past your lips until his Targaryen signet squished against the corner of your mouth. He smirked at your eager acceptance. He planted his other hand upon the back of your chair, eyes keen on you.

Were your gag reflex any weaker it would have stuttered around his abrupt intrusion. The shadow of his bulk looming over you caused a whine of anticipation to escape your throat, vibrating around his fingers.

He pulled them out and a lewd little line of spittle broke between your lip and the tip of his finger. 

"My prince…," you purred, heart thumping wildly beneath your flushed chest. "I do think I need to be reminded. I haven't had a cock in sooo long… my fingers can only go so far. They are much smaller than you." Unintentionally – or perhaps wholly intentionally – your hips squirmed in a silent beg for any sort of attention he might give you.

Dark amusement swelled his pupils. "Small and pathetic," he said sardonically. "Can you even reach where you're begging to be touched?" With his question he delivered a quick smack to the fullness of your spread cunt. 

You yelped, surprised, eyes popping open as a second slap followed. "A-ah!" Your legs closed in an attempt to shield yourself from his touch.

"Play nice with our sweet girl," Rhaenyra chimed from the bed. Amusement laced her words too. "We want her to be eager to play later. Isn't that right, husband?"

Flicking your attention to the marital bed you saw that Rhaenyra didn't look up or anything else – content to lay and relax in bliss for a few moments longer before getting ready for the day.

Daemon sniggered, one big hand easily parting your legs open. You weren't squeezing too hard, merely had your thighs pressed together to keep yourself protected from further taunts. "That's right," he replied to his wife over his shoulder before turning his gaze back to you. “Our favorite, and prettiest, whore.”

The weight of his gaze sent your own pupils swelling. You smiled at his praise. “Always happy to be in service of my Queen. And King.” The Prince Consort liked it when you called him that. He liked it even more when it spilled from your pretty lips in a beg for him to fuck you – a gift he still hadn’t given you. Most, though, he liked it when you and Rhaenyra half whispered it on your knees between sharing his cock.

A third slap was delivered to your cunt and you barely managed to muffle a startled whimper behind a bitten lip. “How quickly do you think you could come on my fingers?” He tilted his head in question, eyes still sharp on yours. In the same motion he squeezed the back of your chair for extra support while pushing two calloused digits into your yearning center. He knew right where to find that delightfully sensitive spot along your walls. He sought it and abused it. And, to make matters all the more lascivious, his thumb worked your clit in tandem. “You won’t get a second chance, girl. If you wish to come, then come. Now.” His pace was brutal. And wonderful. He had no shame when it came to pleasure; the obscenity of the wet slaps from his finger fucking sent you over the edge quickly.

The coil of pleasure in your belly snapped with all the force it had been wired with; a straining haste that left you gasping as if Daemon’s hand were wrapped around your throat. A moment ago you were merely under his gaze. Now, your thighs squeezed his forearm as bliss washed over you in hot waves of desperation. You whined a string of moans so sweet it sent the towering prince to near purrs.

“Say thank you,” he said, pulling his fingers from your clenching depths.

“Thank you, my prince.” 

That is how Daemon and Rhaenyra left you for the day. Alone to do as you please; eager for their return. Duty called and kept them away until after sundown.

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“Will Daemon not want to be present for this, your Grace?” You were barely able to whisper between heated pants. 

Rhaenyra had propped pillows beneath your backside to give herself a better angle to your soaked core. Her arms were looped around your thighs so she could support herself upon her elbows. She was happily face down into you with her ass up and pointed to the door. Slowly, she lapped, and slowly, she sucked, seeming to be more than content to have you as many times as she pleased. Your fingers curled in her soft hair. It was in a single haphazard braid and you didn’t feel guilty for messing it up anymore than it already was. 

A playful hum vibrated against your folds. “Even in this room I am still the Queen. If my lord husband isn’t happy with what he sees upon arrival, then, well…,” she paused, thinking. “I suppose he won’t get to play.” She returned her attention to you and your eyes rolled closed at the skill of her mouth. 

Just on the edge of your pleasure, right before you were flung into the crest, the door opened and Rhaenyra looked over her shoulder to see who would come in so rudely. The peak she’d been working you towards was gone in an instant. If you were lucky, it wouldn’t take long to reach again.

“Sȳz bantis, ābrazȳrys,” good evening wife, Daemon said softly in High Valyrian – their ancestral language a thing you still couldn’t understand. “Emare kirimves?” having fun He asked with a quirk of brow.

“Kessa,” yes she replied, grinning.

By now the door was latched and locked behind him. “Ȳdra daor ivestragī nyke keligon ao,” don’t let me stop you he said and he stepped further into the room and began to disarm and undress.

Were these two ever not horny? You thought privately to yourself. Almost daily, and sometimes multiple times a day, they coupled. You’d witnessed firsthand their sex life was far from boring – and that’s only what you’ve seen! Surely you hadn’t witnessed all that their passion could bring. 

“Ziry's mazilībagon, valzȳrys,” she’s set, husband Rhaenyra said with a glimmer you hadn’t seen in her eyes before. Her attention turned fully to you, then, a smolder behind her vibrancy. “Tonight it’s my turn to watch,” she cooed, delicately kissing your sensitive bud in departure.

A shudder ran through you at the combination of her words and lips. Could she really mean…? Was tonight the night you’d been waiting for since arriving at Dragonstone with the Rogue Prince? Excitement shot through you as Rhaenyra moved from the bed to the chair you normally sat in. Even fully nude she looked like a queen should. Poised. Regal: a glimmer of something mischievous or unhinged – perhaps both – right there behind her eyes.

Daemon, now nude, wordlessly beckoned you over. He stood at the edge of the bed: every burn and scar of his seasoned warriors' body on display in the low light of their room. You obeyed with barely any other thought in your head. The same glint as his wife's shown in his face. You were nothing but a play thing for them. A pretty little bird for them to clip and make sing. If Dragonstone – their room – were your cage, you cared little. Who would ever complain about being in service to the Black Queen and her Prince Consort?

"Kiss it," he said evenly, a bite of sternness behind his tone.

He wasn't yet hard. Even his flaccid manhood made your thighs clench. It was as handsome as the rest of him and you wasted no time in trailing warm kisses along his cock, reveling in the sensation of him growing harder beneath your attention. "Gonna let me have it all for myself tonight?" You asked, pumping along his length with a spit-slick hand. Your kisses were open mouthed and wet, tongue accompanying here and there.

"Be a good little whore and quit teasing. If you want it hard then make it hard. Stop this playing," Daemon sneered down at you, pinching your chin between thumb and forefinger to turn your eyes up to him. "Have you had a good day lazing about like a spoiled cat?" Head tilted with his question, traditional silver tresses catching moonlight. "No thoughts in your pretty head… daydreaming about being bent over and fucked. How does it feel to haven't anything to fret over?" A mock laced his tone – bitterness and amusement alike.

You merely smiled up at him. Taunting. "Boring…," you replied before taking his tip between your lips. He tasted warm and salty. Your head bobbed forward and backward as you worked him up the way you knew he liked it. Musk filled your nose and your core instantly clenched. You wanted nothing more than to have him thrusting in and out of you: claiming you, taking you, using you for his pleasure. And if you were lucky, Rhaenyra would join too.

He laughed dryly. "A spoiled little bitch." He twitched in your mouth. By now his cock was fully hardened and slobbery; your eyes glassy from need and strain. Whether prompted by your words or a wave of lust, he grabbed the sides of your arms, squeezing harshly, and maneuvered you around to his liking.

Before you could put it all together, you were on your hands and knees atop the bed with Daemon looming behind you. His cock seared your skin. You gasped wholly surprised and wanton as you looked up to where Rhaenyra still sat and watched; purple eyes alight with wickedness. "Your Grace…?" You asked, spine bending down tantalizingly to prop your ass firmer against the Rogue Prince. Lust consumed your blood and you gripped the plush bedclothes, cunt throbbing with anticipation.

"It's time for you to have your fun. And for me to have mine," she replied, lips pouting in a smile before flashing her teeth in a delighted expression. In her hand she held a phallic shaped object and you knew exactly what it was. The base portion that was meant to be held sparkled with an array of dazzling cut gemstones. Rubies, sapphires, emeralds. The toy the Black Queen meant to fuck herself with gleamed with enough wealth to buy youself a comfortable new life – and yet for her it was merely another thing. An object to use for pleasure as her husband fucked her sweet little pet. She looked at Daemon with a tilt of her head, her body lax and open for the voyeuristic experience. Whatever was shared between them was private, meant for only husband and wife, and Rhaenyra bit her bottom lip in anticipation.

Daemon’s hands gripped your hips and your heart thumped to a new high. Somewhere in the back of your mind you wondered how many other women – or men, if the rumors you'd heard of the dragon prince were true – were in this position before. Words couldn't even form on your tongue. All you could manage was a sultry connection with Rhaenyra as your eyes stayed on her. Eager. Excited. Fucking elated. 

She began circling her clit right as Daemon lined himself up with you. His tip was swollen with as much need as coursed through you, and he pushed himself into your saturated core. 

Immediately your jaw slackened with a lusty gasp. He was so big, and so thick, and so hot, that the air was forced from your lungs. He pushed deeper and your eyelids fluttered, fingers gripping into the smooth quilts. With a final flex of his hips and thighs, he was fully hilted into you. 

The weight of his torso fell over your back. "If I were any smaller you'd be loose around me, whore," he hissed by your ear, one big calloused hand palming up the length of your spine until it reached the back of your neck. He held you there, mindful of his finger placement, before dragging his hips backwards. 

You barely had time to miss the delirious stretch of him, because when he snapped forward into you, an unrestrained moan shuddered through your form. "O-oh! Yes, Daemon, please…!"

He grunted as his grip tightened around your hip, fingers sinking into the soft flesh that padded there. "Was it your Queen who got this cunt so wet? Or was it me?" He asked, the slaps of his pelvis against your asscheeks quickly filling the bedchamber. The natural clench of your body had his already hot blood boiling. The desire to relentlessly pound into you for his own high and pleasure clouded his mind. As much as he'd love to give into that primal part of himself, he wouldn't. There wasn't any fun in that. At least the kind of fun he and Rhaenyra were after.

"Both," you barely managed to say. He'd hardly been fucking you for longer than a few moments and already he had you cockdrunk and ready to drool into their expensive bedding. His pace and pressure hit you at all the right angles. You’d been with Rhaenyra and Daemon exclusively for a couple moons now, and you hadn’t the satisfaction of a cock in that time. The backs of your legs tightened. Your toes curled.

A dark laugh vibrated out from Daemon. "Look at you... already dazed out on my cock. Little slut. You don't get to finish yet," he said with a firm slap to your backside, pulling out and leaving you empty right before climax could wash over you. "Watch your Queen's perfect cunny take her toy." Pulling you by the hair at the back of your head, he turned your attention forward as he slid into you once again. His pace, while still as powerful, was slower this time. His balls slapped against your clit to add another level of obscenity to the lewdness of the night’s event.

The denial of your orgasm seemed to spur Rhaenyra on even more than she already was. The smooth leather wrap of the dildo shone with her slick. Her hips rolled in tandem with her wrist, and both were accented by her pants and whimpers of solo bliss. Pleasure relaxed her face. She grinned at both of you.

Wonderful tension coiled in the pit of your belly. Warm, and tight, and tingling, echoes of it reverberated throughout your entire body and your eyes closed with the sensations. Daemon’s grip hardly laxed, yet you still found the strength to push back against him to meet his thrusts. It was maddening. Beautifully maddening. Something – perhaps nothing – changed in his pace and the embers he’d been stoking threatened to combust. “I’m gon–... fuck, please, my prince… Don’t stop!”

Instantly, he pulled out of you and stopped. The entirety of his length was shiny with your arousal; even the hair of his groin was damp with you. He laughed when you turned your head over your shoulder to glare at him with wetted eyelashes. “You should see yourself right now. Pathetic.”

Rhaenyra’s ministrations grew hotter and sloppier, climax seeming to threaten her as well. Unlike you, she didn’t have anyone controlling the reins. The Black Queen gave into her pleasure and allowed orgasm to take her. Panting, shuddering, and glowing, she was lovely in the throes of her peak.

The squelching of her bejeweled toy sent Daemon half-feral. He flipped you over on your back, leering down at you as he squished your thighs flat against your breasts. You were bent in half and each thrust led him to the deepest parts of your cunt. You half screamed behind your hand, jolts of white hot ecstasy webbing throughout your senses as he fucked you. “Cover your mouth again and I’ll fucking smack you,” he huffed between throaty growls, relishing the sight of you and his wife alike. She was fucking herself again, greedy for more.

This had to be part of the game they were playing. The build up of your peak only to be denied at the last second… what a cruel thing to do. Emotion swam in your eyes until they were glassy from unshed tears. “Please let me come!”

Again, he pulled out from you. Again, you glared with a half sob. The muscles of your legs shook and your scalp felt fuzzy. He wasn’t going easy on you and you wondered how long he could do this before he drowned beneath a crest too. Tears pricked from the outsides of your eyes to roll behind your ears. He almost lost it right then and there. “No,” he smirked coldly. Muscles flexed and tightened as he positioned you up on your knees: his front to your back, you facing Rhaenyra, one arm holding you flush to him as the other gripped your hip. “She likes it when you cry. Let’s show her more of those pretty tears, hm?” He rasped by the shell of your ear, pushing into your overly sensitive center.

A sheen of sweat covered Rhaenyra. The fingers of her free hand played with her clit now, too, edging her bliss as long as she could.

Daemon palmed your breasts and squeezed your nipples. His pace was near brutal now; sweat slicked between your bodies through the control and exertion. “Gods… it’s too much! Please, your Grace, my prince…!” You begged through broken moans. Just as your body began shuddering against Daemon’s, he stopped all he was doing and let his cock slip out of your bullied walls. You sobbed fully this time. Tears fell down your face. Desperation washed over you. They were cruel – both of them – never had they strung you along like this.

“Poor sweet little whore. Begging and crying. It should be your Queen you’re begging to. Let’s give her one more orgasm, yeah? Then maybe she’ll let you finish on your prince’s cock.” 

As if together, Rhaenyra’s self-driven thrusts matched Daemon’s as he began taking you yet again. You couldn’t think straight. Could hardly keep your blurry eyes open. You cried out whimpered moans of their names and begged through broken syllables. It was too much. All of it was too much. Daemon’s cock felt so fucking good it took everything you could muster to not give in to your body’s primal desires.

Fresh tears clumped your eyelashes. Rhaenyra found her second climax at the sight of them. Her chest heaved with the force of it; soft abdomen rolled with the release. Creamy slick coated her dildo and her actions finally slowed before stopping; core too sensitive to take anymore.

“Come now, girl,” Daemon cooed, fingertips swiping and circling over your clit. You didn’t need to be told twice. Once your orgasm took hold of you, you nearly blacked out with its intensity. Never in your life had you experienced something like this, and if you weren't already teary you would have cried real tears with the release of such a high build up. 

Your gripping and convulsing walls were too much for the Rogue Prince, too, and he barely pulled free from your depths to release his seed into the air. Ropes of it landed atop the bedding – white against the dark material – and he groaned like a beast at your back. 

You slumped forward, wholly spent, and Daemon carefully moved from behind you. Laying on your belly you looked between Daemon and Rhaenyra, laughing. "Seven Hells… maybe next time there could be a little warning?"

Sweat and sex hung in the air and it took all of you a few moments to gather yourselves from the fervor of shared passion.

"That takes some of the fun out of it though," Rhaenyra answered after a few moments as she walked to you with a clean washcloth. She had a silk robe wrapped loosely around her. She bent to kiss your forehead. "You did very well for us tonight, little dove. If you truly wanted it to stop, you know all you needed was to say something."

"I know," you replied, cleaning yourself up. "Thank you."

"My lord husband wasn't too rough with you, was he?" She asked sincerely.

You laughed again and shook your head. "No, your Grace."

He smirked at your answer, as did Rhaenyra. "Good," she said. "We can all remember that for next time."

The three of you finished cleaning up with light-hearted chatter and soft touches. Afterwards, wine and a late night snack were shared. When sleep finally overcame you, all of you were a tangle of limbs and silk in the big bed.

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[lumi077]

jealous jealous girls and boys~

You’re gorgeous, everyone knows this. Your partner, bless their heart, are very crudely aware of just how jaw dropping you are when their insecurities mingle with their protectiveness when they see, or hear, you get hit on. It wasn’t something you were unused to, and they know you love and want only them, but can they really help it if they…overreact?

Warnings; Unwanted advances, , possessive themes, hotd/got canon incest, infidelity (Loba), potential ooc.

Characters (multifandom): Walden Darling (WH), Astarion (BG3), Daemon and Rhaenyra targaryen (HOTD), Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin), Leliana (DA; I), Loba (Apex)

A/N: Take this as a peace offering till I can get the next chapter of Winters’ Servants out T^T I’ve been busy, I got a new job and my dog died bc of my other dog and my mom is crazy :( Also, Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all I’m getting it and I’m so excited! I mayhaps rushed Loba’s part so sorry not sorry 😛

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Rainbow Factory Wally (Walden) | (Welcome Home AU)

It was a normal day in the factory for all intents and purposes, making your daily rounds and supplying your husband with your infamous coffee whenever you needed to. And that’s why you found yourself in the breakroom, making a fresh pot of coffee for your caffeine addict of a spouse. 

Your name was spoken softly from behind and you blinked, moving your head to peek over your shoulder to see the owner of the voice smile sweetly at you. Jeremy was an infamous flirt in the office, but you were spared due to the fact your husband very much owned this factory. “You look gorgeous today, you know.” He hummed, eyes raking over your body.

You raised an eyebrow. You were wearing a black turtleneck, a lab coat with your name, and leggings. You looked exactly like you always do, and it’s not like any curves you possessed could be seen over the baggy lab coat. Deciding to just play it off, you laughed. “I look how I always do.” You point out good naturedly, shooting him a rather amused look as you turned your body to look at him. 

“Exactly.” He almost purred out the words, slinking closer to you with a sly smile. You have to admit the new found proximity did nothing but amuse you more. Jeremy was 5’5, rather bland, and wasn’t even the brightest. You found it absolutely amusing to think that he believes he can compete with your husband in anything.

“I see. Then thank you for the compliment.” You mused, turning back to pour the coffee into the “world’s most decent boss” mug you got him as a gag gift last christmas. Mixing in just the right amount of sweeteners, you turned. “Now, is there something I can do for you Jeremy?” you asked as you began to walk out, hearing his awkward footsteps signaling that he was following you.

“I know about you and the boss…” He trailed off, and you hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t say what you knew the next few words were. “But me and you could still happen.” Seemed he was dumber than you thought. 

You were now outside Wally’s office, an amused smile painting your lips. “Oh, is that so?”

Jeremy must have been oblivious as to where you were, because he gently put his hand on your shoulder and proclaimed rather boldly “I’ve been in love with you, for a very long time now. Dare I say, longer than that man you call your husband.” 

You sputtered then. He basically yelled that! Right outside Wally’s office. “I-”

A loud bang resonated as the door to the office swung open, effectively interrupting you, the hinges almost breaking at the sheer force he used to open the door. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” Wide angry eyes met scared downcasted ones.

Jeremy looked like he regrets his decision very much right now, and you very dully felt a small tinge of sympathy but it was gone faster than it came.

“Nothing! I was just say-” Jeremey sputtered, trying to find a defense only to be interrupted crudely.

“Get your goddamn hand off my wife, and I’ll consider this as your letter of resignation.” He growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully yanking the arm you weren’t even aware was still touching you off.

Jeremy, upon getting his arm released from a death grip that was sure to leave him bruised, ran away.

You couldn’t help but let laughter bubble out from your throat before clearing it. “Oh, that was something.”

Wally turned to you and growled again, grasping your jaw softly but roughly at the same time, angled your head up, and kissed you. The kiss left you breathless, your hand squeezing the coffee mug in surprise as he pulled away.

“You’re mine, dollface. And only mine.”

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Astarion (BG3)

The tavern was bustling with life, music, and song as they normally do, and happiness threatened to suffocate you and your party as soon as you all stepped foot into the establishment. Mead, wine, and an assortment of other alcoholic beverages were held tightly in almost every person’s hand. You shrugged when your party gave you a questioning look, looking back over the tavern with a keen eye.

“Have fun?” Was all you supplied before walking to the barkeep for the first time of what would be many. 

Karlach wasted no time in going to mingle with the other patrons, eager to relieve the stress of battle by telling tales of them to strangers who watched with eager eyes and ears.

Gale was never one for all this merriment, so he politely claimed a table in one of the few secluded corners as he normally does. That table would soon be taken up by Astarion as well, who was content to just watch you mingle with the people of the tavern.

Time flew by rather quickly, the drinks making it hard for you to truly grasp just how much had gone away from you. Astarion was readying himself to get up and cross the tavern to get to you, tell you that you and your party had spent a sufficient amount of time here, and that it was time to head back to camp for some rest.

But he was quickly blocked from you by two drows. Tall, dark, imposing, yet handsome in their own right. Nothing that compared to Astarion, not even your alcohol muddled mind thought so.

“Hello gorgeous.” The woman spoke, tone smooth with lust and desire. This weirded you out, as you did nothing to suggest you were wanting *that* kind of relief. You really just sat at the bar, talking with the barkeep and the man next to you.

“What’s a delicate flower like you doing with no company at a place like this?” She asked, hand moving to rest on top of your own that was laying on the solid surface of the bar.

You wrinkled your nose at the unwanted touch, but the female drow seemed to not notice or simply not care. You’re unsure which one was the truth, it could even be both for all you know at this point. Alcohol made it hard to discern anything really, and you found yourself craving the presence of your beloved. 

The male spoke this time, his tone gruff despite him trying to sound sensual. “Perhaps we could keep you company for the night?”

Astarion’s blood boiled as he heard what those two heathens were saying to you. It took him months of carefully crafted flirts for you to even get comfortable with HIM flirting with you. And he was someone you had trusted enough to be a traveling companion and to watch your back. He knows that surely, when he sees your face it will be riddled with tell tale signs of uncomfort. 

You cleared your throat, hoping to rid it of the bile that crept up it the more and more they talked and crudely flirted with you. “Ah, no.” You mumbled, eyes searching for your sanguine lover. “I’m taken.” you managed to slur.

The female drow cooed “That doesn’t have to mean anything, not for tonight at least.” 

Astarion finally emerged right next to you, red eyes boring into the female drows. “Excuse me.” His voice, normally smooth and flirtatious, was anything but now. “I see you met my partner, exquisite aren’t they?” his tone softened as his hand went up to caress your cheek, cherishing the way you leaned into the touch immediately.

The female and male drow looked to each other before looking back at Astarion and smiling. “Why yes, yes they are.” 

Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb on your cheek absent of mind, before remembering these people dared to flirt with what was his. “How unfortunate for you that this masterpiece is all mine, yes?” He sounded calm and almost teasing, but his eyes showed just how much he wanted to murder them.

Deciding that words weren’t enough he delicately moved your head up so he could plant the sweetest kiss on your lips, which you eagerly returned with drunken enthusiasm that made his heart swell with love. 

“See how eager they are for me?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek after pulling away. “That’s something you couldn’t even dream of receiving.” Picking you up bridal style for fear you drunk yourself into a stupor, he turned and left.

“That’s enough tavern for tonight my sweet.” He hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder

“Astar-” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck “I love you- so so much.”

He chuckled, placing the softest kiss to your cheek “I know my darling, I love you too.”

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Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Your family, the true Targaryens, were visiting the red keep for the first time in so many years. The difference of it all from the red keep you grew up in startled you to your core. It makes your mind ill to think this was only allowed to happen because of a usurper of your family’s rightful throne. 

Really the entire castle makes you ill, absolutely sick to your stomach truthfully. So you were trying to find comfort in the place where you resided most of your innocent years. The garden. But even that was different now, the flowers you used to pride yourself on had all wilted and been changed. The color green makes you sick now.

While you were preoccupied in your musings of sadness and trepidation, a man had slinked his way beside you and broke the silence you relished in. “Good morrow, sister.”

You blinked and looked to your right, being met with Aemond. He was only your half brother, sharing your father’s genetics while looking all Hightower. His last name should have been hightower, yet you cannot claim to hate or even dislike him. Just a faint feeling of mistrust that had been planted since the night his mother had left a scar on your arm. “Aemond.” You greeted slowly, almost defensively. “Good morrow.”

His one eye scanned the garden ahead before going back to focus on you, a delicate and almost faux looking smile on his face. Or perhaps it was just too real. “How are you? It has been many moons since I last saw your beautiful face.”

You blushed despite yourself, compliments always left your cheeks the faintest of reds, even if you mistrusted the person who spoke them. “Kirimvose” You muttered, changing to High Valyrian. You don’t know why, it just felt too right in this situation. And instinctual gut feeling that you have long since learned you should heed.

“You are welcome.” He hummed, eye suddenly showing keen interest “Do you normally use High Valyrian interchangeably like that? What a smart lady you are, Mandia” 

It was your turn to be surprised, he knows of the language of your family? Even being half bred like he is? “Yes, mostly for my children to pick it up better.” You stressed the word children to him, as if he could forget. One of your sons did give him that painful affliction afterall.

“Ah yes, my nephews.” He mused, not looking at you anymore but through you. “How are they doing these days?”

You smiled, your first genuine one not born of needing to be respectful to a lord or lady. Aemond thought it looked beautiful on you, like the finest dress. “Wonderful. My boys Luke and Jace are bonding excellently with their dragons.” You hummed, motherly love oozing from your tone. “And little Joffery is quite taken with the babies.” you put a hand on your stomach “Especially our baby Visenya. I think he likes having a baby sister to protect.” 

He was surprised “You were with child?”

You nodded “Maybe she’ll grow up to steal Vhagar from you.” You chuckled, hand over your mouth.

Aemond laughed as well “I’m sure she’ll be a brilliant rider, just like her Muña”

“You flatter me.” Your blush grew a tad bit redder. Aemond felt a pang of affection that he was able to make that happen. You were too good for his sister and uncle, deserving of someone more well read with a dragon to match the size of your own. 

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted his musings of what he could have had with you, had his father stepped up and demanded you wed him. “Is this a small reunion?” Daemon joked, leaning on a wall. His eyes looked anything but full of mirth, annoyance and possessiveness shined brightly in his eyes like dragon fire.

“Uncle.” Aemond scoffed out the word like it meant little to him. And it probably did, you know he was never close with Daemon. Jealousy slithered in his veins like blood did, burning him.

“What are you and my wife talking about, hm?” He asked casually, walking leisurely to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, looking down with fondness Aemond could never imagine being gazed at with. “Hello my love.”

“Hello Daemon.” You giggle gleefully, resting your head against his own while your arms go to rest on top of his. Aemond’s veins burned worse.

“Simply catching up, it’s been quite a while since she has been to the red keep.” He spoke, jealousy dripping from his words like venom, eye glaring at his uncle’s arms that was wrapped where he longed his to be. Daemon tightened his grip slightly. “I was just about to offer a tour of the grounds, much has changed.” he smiled twistedly at Daemon, using that as a taunt.

Daemon narrowed his eyes, and somewhere you could hear the roar of Caraxes and Vhagar. You hope that they aren’t fighting because their riders have bad blood. “That won’t be needed. She grew up here just as you did Aemond.”

You soon grew uneasy, eyes shifting to the side, “I have.” You assented.

Daemon smirked unbeknownst to you, smug because it was him who you would always back. Always Daemon, never Aemond.”Of course my lady, apologies.”

You smiled uneasily “No need for apologies Aemond. It was a kind offer.” That soothed the burn within his veins slightly. You thought he was kind.

You felt yourself almost suffocating before your lovely wife walked into the garden with Alicent “Ah, my beloveds.” Nrya smiled kindly at you two, eyes shining with love before she nodded to Aemond respectfully. 

“It is almost time for the feast, you two would be wise to get ready.” She looked at you knowingly and winked.

Daemon let out a hearty groan “yes yes my wife, very well.” he let his arms fall from you and stepped back, offering you his hand.

“Shall I help you get ready, my darling?” He asked teasingly, eyes glinting with lust as you laughed and took his hand. Rhaenyra already has an excuse for both of your tardiness, rest assured. Cannibal will have to take blame for your lack of proper walking.

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Wanderer (genshin)

Wanderer was stuck wandering, as one does, around the bustling streets on Liyue. It was the lantern rite, something you had continuously told him you had wanted to go to many times and he decided there was no harm in it. How crudely wrong he was, as soon as he entered the city of contracts with you, the crowd had swept you away from him. 

So here he was trying to find you like a puppy separated from their owner, and it continuously made him more and more irritated as more time passed that you were not in his eyesight. His hands, that were balled into fists, relaxed immediately upon hearing the soft sound that was your laughter. It was quiet, barely heard above the chattering of these imbeciles that surrounded him, but he was able to follow the sweet sound where he found you with some man.

The man was short, close to Wanderer’s own height, with white hair with a red streak. He looked to hail from Inazuma. Anger boiled deep within his veins, eyes glaring at the man who dared to talk to you.

“Your eyes shine like the lanterns in the sky, your skin as smooth and unbroken as the purest piece of porcelain.” he mused, smiling softly at your red face. Wanderer has never said anything close to that to you, always just quick grumblings about how you looked decent. And it didn’t bother you much anymore, you grew to love him after all. But having this kind of attention on you was thrilling simply because it was new! Kazuha’s eyes bore into yours with a soft intensity that oddly fit in this moment. But he was simply supposed to help you find your beloved, not make poetry about you. No matter how lovely it made you feel.

Wanderer barged over, not sparing the man a glance as he grasped your wrist in his hand and dragged you away. He could barely hear you say your goodbyes to the traveler from Inazuma over just how angry he felt. Were you going to leave him? Go to someone who he just witnessed really could treat you better? No, he won’t allow it. You're his, you’ve been his for centuries now, and if you could remember and love him despite all he has done in his past then you must be his soulmate.

He hissed out your name, stopping in a darkened alley before pushing you against the wall, trapping your head between his arms as he leered at you. “What do you think you were doing, you idiot.” this wasn’t the way he wanted to do this, not at all. He wanted to have a softer approach but for some reason he just can’t. He loves you, he promises he does. He just can’t show it.

“Scara…” you cooed, hands going up to cup his face “I was looking for you.” You assured gently, thumb massaging his cheek as he ever so slightly leaned into your hold. “Kazuha offered to help me find you since I’m so unfamiliar with Liyue Harbor.” You could always see through his brass actions, being able to see the softer side through all the boundaries he put around himself to hide in.

“Is that so?” His words lacked his mocking bite that it would have for anyone else “Then why was he flirting with you?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your thumb.

You giggled, a sound that made him relax more. “Maybe he just thinks I’s pretty. But you're the only one for me.”

He smiled then, liking the concept that you knew you were only “Yes, yes I am.” He hummed, cupping the hand you had on his face with his own. 

“You’re mine, not even the gods could take you away from me.” He sighed happily as he felt your lips start pecking around his face, closing his eyes in bliss. “They could try, but I would move the very heavens to keep you by my side. Always.”

“And forever.” You finished as Scara finally connected his lips with yours, savoring the rare softness in which he kissed you with.

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Leliana (DA; I)

The sky was clear, not a cloud dotted the open sky of Skyhold and the sun beamed down in soft warm rays. You were sitting on the railing of the balcony that belonged to the upper tower that housed your partner Leliana, as well as her ravens and spies. It was a cool day, which wasn’t abnormal seeing as this stronghold was built into the mountains. Construction was going very well, the ramparts were now open to patrol and the rooms were looking better and better.

The inquisitor was running around down on the lower level, and you watched from your vantage point with amusement. You were unsure why they were in such a hurried state, seeing as there wasn’t really anyone rushing them in the least. But you’ll leave them alone about it for now. 

Looking up as you heard the door clank open, a scout you had never seen before stepped out and joined you on the terrace. Turning your body to face him, you tilted your head in confusion. Normally Leli’s spies were too busy to do all that much around Skyhold. Perhaps he was just recouping after a tough mission.

“Hello madame, nice evening ain’t it?” He had a strong Fereldan accent, so he was from there and arguably is mostly stationed there because the accent hasn’t faded even a bit.

“Yes, it is.” You spoke skeptically, normally one scout isn’t stationed at one nation for too long, lest they be found out and compromise the entire spy network your lover has spent years perfecting.

“The nightingale wishes me to look after you.” He saluted, before going back to ease and leaning on the wall.

You raised a brow, why would you need to watch over here of all places? Leli was right through that door, and there isn’t many places of entry here that aren’t very loud.

“I see.” You doubt grew, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Your Leli was very paranoid, and with good reason you suppose. It must be hard to have all those enemies, those known and unknown that are hiding in the shadows with a dagger or poison. 

“You're beautiful, you know.” He broke the silence again, your lack of an answer must not have been deterring at all for the spy. “A true masterpiece.” he mused.

“Thank you.” You were starting to get bored now, eyes lidding due to boredom. Any second now.

With tactful grace the door opened silently, you could hear the faintest of footsteps take 3 steps before pausing. Another minute of the spy not noticing her, she coughed. It was fake and sounded way too smooth and dull for it to be real.

That made the man jump, his attention snapping to your lover. “Lady Nightingale!”

“Charts.” Her smooth voice riddled with Orlesian accent was sour sounding now. Like she ruined her new pair of shoes in the blood of darkspawn. “At ease, were you?”

His eyes looked everywhere but her as his body froze up under her intense scrutiny “Forgive me, lady nightingale.”

“I’ll see what to do with you.” She stated dismissively, waving him away with her hand “Now run along, I’m sure Charter will find some use for you in the meantime.”

He did not need to be told twice, quickly exiting the balcony with a loud slam to the door. “Lousy company, my dearest?” she teased gently with a small, walking next to you and letting you lean on her.

“Somewhat.” You agreed, resting your head on her shoulder and you looked to the mountains. “Seemed tired. Have him running?”

“He’s new.” She shrugged gently as to not disturb you. “Fresh out of redcliff.” 

“I could tell he was Fereldan, his accent is very noticeable.” You hummed, hand coming out to trace random little patterns on her arm. “Strong.”

“It is.” She agreed. “We will have to rid him of it before we send him out in the field.”

You raised a brow “He’s that new?”

“Yes. he is training under Charter at the moment, and hopefully she will be able to help.” Leli slowly removed herself from you.

“I have to go my beloved. Work is neverending when you’re trying to save the world.” She hummed and kissed his cheek delicately.

You sighed but nodded “I know my love. I’ll see you tonight?”

She smiled sadly “I’ll see you tonight.”

You sighed again as she walked away.

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Loba

It was duos day! A glorious chance to win with whoever you shall get teamed with to achieve glory and fame. On a bigger note then being a legend already grants you.

You were paired with one of the newer Legends. New Castle you think his name was, but you can’t be bothered to remember.  He seemed to be quite sweet on you, much to Loba’s irritation. You were hers goddamnit! Why couldn’t he see that.

So here you were, on the dropship talking to your duo as wells as your other friends like Lifeline, Octane, and Bangalore.

“Are you excited, amigo? I mean you are with the newbie, so me and Lifeline will take it easy on you if we find you.” Octane laughed, patting you on the shoulder affectionately. 

“I’ll be the one taking it easy on you, tane!” You protested with a giggle.

New Castle clasped his hand onto your other shoulder and laughed deepily. “I promise I won’t be any dead weight to a beauty like them.” 

High heels clacked against the iron flooring of the ship, you were approaching your destination and would soon have to prep to get ready to drop and land for the games to begin. You assumed it was Loba, so you two could have your usual good luck kiss but was surprised when it was Wattson. Loba’s partner.

“Hey.” She smiled and waved “Loba wanted to say she’s too busy to see you before the drop, so she’ll be looking extra hard for you on the ground.” She spoke cheerily.

You blinked. This was the first time she’s done something like this. Was she really so jealous that she’s taking it out on you now? Does she think that you’re too receptive about it? Was that the problem.

Wattson frowned “Are you alright?”

You shook your head and offered your best reassuring smile that you possible could. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little disappointed ya know? But you get heading back Wattson, I don’t want you to miss drop.”

She looked at you, calculating and unsure before her frown only deepened. But she nodded “Yeah ok. See you around, yeah?” and with that she left as quick and out of nowhere as she came. 

Finally it was time to drop, the arena was Olympus. Easy enough, it was your personal favorite because your abilities served you every well here. You don’t how New castle was going to fare though, so you kept an eye on him. Even if he is part of your relationship problems, he was still your duo and you still wanted to win.

“I’m the jump master.” You called out, laughter bubbling in your throat “Hope you brought an extra pair of pants newbie.”

“Wh-” he was cut off as you unexpectedly jumped, a yell bubbling out from his throat and into the air that you two were descending in.

You chose a little area that you knew has enough supply bins to give you both some weapons and a few syringes. Maybe a better evo shield too, hopefully.

“So.” he started “How do you prefer to fight?” he asked as he picked up a Hemlock Burst AR.

“I’m a sniper.” You spoke quietly and hushed, hoping he’d take the hint and do the same. Enemies can be anywhere, and with Wraith’s abilities you wouldn’t even see her coming till she was here guns blazing. She was smart, and has good hearing.

He hummed “So I’ll need to man the front. Can do.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up a wingman and some sniper ammo. “You better. Though you probably won’t see enough action. I’m a damn good shot.”

“Better be.” he laughed quietly, loading his burst.

“There’s a care package near us.” You reported, looking to where it was going to land. “Let’s head over.”

And so you did, you getting your favorite gun ever the Kraber, and New Castle getting a\\ prowler. With these new found weapons and some new Evoshields after some kills, you two quickly climbed the latter till it was the last 3. Only six other legends at most. 

You were kill leader with a stunning 12 kills, and perched high up as you looked through the enhanced scope on your Kraber. You killed Octane and Lifeline before they even knew what happened, same with bloodhound and Fuse. You killed Ash but Revenant got away, and Bangalore and Valkyrie left as soon as they heard a shot from your Kraber, knowing that with your aim it would be a death sentence. 

Caustic and Mirage were easy to pick off when they got distracted arguing with one another, and you killed Wattson as well. 

So it was probably Loba and Revenant still out there. New Castle was antsy before you heard it. Revenant’s totem and gun shots. He must have found Loba in one of the buildings, and given their history it’s unsurprising he would waste his ult on her. 

Clicking a button, a visor was put over your eyes and you could clearly see that Loba was the victor. 1 squad left, it was just her. You felt bad about this, of course. But as soon as she poked her head out, you were the victors.

The follow up party was the usual, and you were looking for Loba and of course you found her. You were the best sniper ever seen, your senses honed completely. So when you heard her and turned the corner to apologize, you saw the last thing you had ever wanted to see.

Loba and Valkyrie were kissing.

#loba apex legends #reader x loba #lumiwritings #scaramouche x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra x daemon x reader #Welcome home x reader #rainbow factory wally x reader #rf! wally x reader #astarion x reader #leliana x reader #dragon age inquisition #multifandom x reader

[x-liv25-jamieswife]

jameson and xander head canons

i'm having too much fun making these. i can't stop

jameson and xander absolutely love making fun of grayson. they once replaced his entire underwear drawer with thongs.

although xander and jamie seem like they're fine all the time, they absolutely aren't. they feel most comfortable talking to each other about their trauma and insecurities bc they both know what it's like to put on fake smiles.

avery, jamie, xander, and max have movie nights all the time.

jamie once replaced the sugar with salt before one of xander's scone baking sessions. when he took a bite, he vomited everywhere and proceeded to install a contraption in his room that would violently wake him up the next morning (idrk what this could be but you get the gist of it). xander then posted a story about how betrayed he felt.

jamie loves listening to xander ramble

if xander ever asked him to not risk his life doing smth wild, he would listen bc he has a huge soft spot for his brother. he hates hurting him (ofc he hates hurting his other brothers too, but he can never resist xander's pleas). the only other person he would listen to is avery.

xander and jamie love going out together to buy little things for their girlfriends

xander and jamie always asks the others' gfs (so jamie and max/xander and avery) for dating advice or gift ideas.

jamie and xander have a movie night once a week (if jamie is travelling or smth, they either do it virtually or they postpone it)

when jamie was in school, he could never focus on his hmk unless xander was there.

when jamie was younger and couldn't fall asleep, he used to love listening to xander ramble about his experiments. it used to put him at ease and it still does

xander looks up to jamie sm. he used to wish he was as fearless as him when he was younger

xander once had a panic attack and jamie made him scones (they actually didn't turn out so bad)

they love giving each other one gag gift and one meaningful gift on their bdays.

sometimes they'll buy little presents that remind them of each other and place them on their pillows.

sometimes they'll do karaoke just the two of them (they'll sing to songs like my heart will go on etc)

during the eras tour, they would both talk about how their gfs are so beautiful, they would be simping so hard in the corner. (fans took pictures of them looking super in love, and they went viral)

when taylor starts performing ybwm, they start trying to seduce their gfs (max absolutely loves it, she feels like a book characters/avery pretends she hates it but she secretly loves it and jamie knows that).

they absolutely love the willow performance (don't ask questions)

they cry to all the sad songs (for example, marjorie, tolerate it, champagne problems, etc).

they both strut around arm in arm during style.

when they were younger and jamie used to be sad, xander used to try his best to come up with small little toys that would cheer him up (i'm talking 4-5 years old)

they both go live and do q&a's. they're super attentive to their fans and love interacting with them.

during said lives, people always ask them about their gfs and they always start gushing over them.

they're both super active on tiktok. they always comment the craziest shit on each others posts and the fans eat it up. they send each other thirst traps that fans made of them.

when they meet fans on the street and they ask them if they're willing to do a tiktok with them, they always say yes. (one time, this girl asked them to do this tiktok dance, and it went viral)

whenever jamie is sad, xander will plant little surprises all over his room for him to find (some gag gifts, gadgets, meaningful little things he found that reminded him of jamie etc)

they sometimes do each other's make up for fun (they think now one knows, but nash does and he finds it adorable.\

they also do skincare together (nash also knows about this)

xander once recorded jamie singing single ladies in his room and is now using it as blackmail material.

that's it for now although i literally have so many more ideas. i found it so easy to come up with head canons for them. i'm starting to sense a pattern with the eras tour hcs. i might make an entire separate post about it. might be a pt.2 but i'm not sure yet. to lazy to proof read this so i apologize for any spelling mistakes.

#the inheritance games #the hawthorne legacy #the final gambit #the brothers hawthorne #xander hawthorne #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #nash hawthorne #maxine liu #avery grambs

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

What are your headcanons if the circus ark members instead of being adopted and raised by baron kelvin were instead raised by Sebastian in the estate ?

Ooooooooooooooo~!

So, I had a AU in the making where the circus members weren't killed but instead told by Sebastian and Ciel they can live/work at the manor instead of prison or death. This concept sounds fun, need to be tweaked to the canon source though a bit such as timeline, since the Baron Kelvin arc happened in neck breaking pace-

Him seeing the the circus members and takes them in, He goes to a party around this time and meets the Phantomhive family, Tries to be friends with Vincent and has a very creepy break down where he believes he's not worthy of being in the life of a child (gags), The circus members making themselves as a circus performing group of found family, Phantomhive murders, Circus, Ciel gets found, Kidnappings happened

So for this to work we need to find a way to pin this, aka putting this AU in a place where they stayed in the streets longer (Kelvin not showing up) and Sebastian happens to take them in and then getting Ciel like "Hi this is my master now" or putting it right where he takes them in the same night that shit went down when he and Ciel met.

I'mma do that!

Will this be shippy? Very much yes

It was a stormy night after the demon came to the estate with his new little master, he was in town searching for things he needs to the first officially week of being a butler of a Lord that's the small heir. When walking the streets he saw them, all huddled and cold...

He brought them back to the manor in which he gave them a bath and open bedroom, planning to explain to Ciel the new faces in the morning

Morning comes and Sebastian explains they'll be servants from here on out and will be trained along side the two learning side by side

Doll, since she's the youngest/the closest to Ciel's age, became somewhat of a personal servant that'll hang out with him and give him the kid interactions he needs to grow while Sebastian and Ciel's tutors helps giving both the teachings of their levels. As they got older she became a more protective yet kind soul best friend/personal mortal body guard if Sebastian or the other servants are busy

Beast and Wendy are maids

Dagger and Beast help in the kitchen while Peter, Wendy, and Jumbo help out in the gardens/yard work, and Joker helps with Sebastian calling the shots

Beast is referred to as Mally still but Dagger and Joker were given their names by others, Joker being named Joker for a long while for his smiley spirits and Dagger being called Dagger for his fast learning on knife throwing when doing defense. Doll was named Doll by Joker as the same as the canon

Sebastian hand made the prosthetic

When Finny, Mey-Rin, and Bard were taken in and trained it was a bit easier thanks to these guys being here

Out of everyone, Doll seems to have developed a special soft spot within Sebastian. Some (Ciel) may claim it's cause she's a cat like gentle heart of a human being while others (Sebastian) assume it's cause she's "too good for this sinful world". They have a sibling/father-daughter bond

Peter and Wendy fawn over Sebastian with Mey-Rin

Doll's free to dress how she wants with the comfort of everyone else around her, same with the other servants, but there are events when many people come to the manor she must wear a typical maid uniform that has some design requested by Sebastian

Nina Hopkins's had a feel day when designing and knowing these guys!

Think this scene but with Beast-

Rest of canon within the manga and I will do them now:

Black Butler Arc:

When Chlaus came to visit he gave them little gifts since they were beside Ciel from the very beginning, he calls Doll "ragazza piuttosto lentigginosa" which means "pretty freckled girl"

They all help Ciel with Funtom things, Doll being the biggest supporter among the entire manor and gets free taste samples guaranteed!

Now, they knew of Lizzy but never had the formal pleasure of meeting her or at least for Joker and Doll's case since they were there for some early meeting shits for a long time, so they were confused when she just randomly showed up

Lizzy dressed them up, need I say more?

When they heard Ciel never learned to dance they were allowed to snicker since by this point they're allowed to

The night when Lizzy came to the manor and threw a ball was the night where Doll, despite the engagement between Lizzy and Ciel, offered to sleep beside Ciel which comforts the two and makes Sebastian happy in a way

Whenever Madam Red and Lau and the other nobles come to the manor to play pool and gossip with Ciel, Doll and Joker are there usually beside him while everyone else does their normal duties with the servants.

One of these meetings Lau drops how close Doll and Sebastian are and how soft the "stoic dark butler" is to her, in which Ciel replies he doesn't see the difference

When Ciel get kidnapped and Sebastian left, Doll was told to come along since (again) she's Ciel's protective af bestie and personal body guard besides Sebastian, Joker being in command until the return

Now since their first month knowing each other Sebastian taught Doll hand to hand combat and knife moves, so she's skilled with blades and is still rather flexible cause lets face it I doubt she just happened to grow flexible in the circus she was already pretty limber

But when it came to Sebastian saving Ciel personally he told her to wait outside no matter the sounds she hear, a normal thing she learned

During the event when Ciel was inviting the orphans from Count Barton's orphanage it was roughly the same except Ciel wasn't the only one who did the chocolate head stealing-

Red Butler Arc:

As the word of Jack the Ripper rises, when Ciel get roped in to the case, the group were split in two investigations within the group. One half being the ones doing researching within the gutters and streets (which was Joker, Beast, and Jumbo) and the other half being the main story (which was Doll, Dagger, Peter, and Wendy)

Doll likes Grelle

When visiting Undertaker, the four couldn't help but feel creeped out somehow with him and how he interacted with him

Peter and Wendy attempted a dirty limerick to make Undertaker laugh

Dagger did his best jokes from Joker which fails

And Doll just failed cause she was nervous

Bro, picture Doll's face when Sebastian jumped out the moving carriage-

With the two halves working together they came up with our Viscount Lord of Druitt, our literal Cult of Dionysus man with no ifs and or buts when it comes to party and sex, Aleister Chamber and found out about the party with rumors of a black market auctions at his place

Doll pretended to be a young man who's engaged to Ciel's undercover persona as Madam Red's niece and Dagger and Beast pretend to be her maid and butler

Ciel's pissy she got to wear pants for this event

At one point they were gonna get cause so Doll pinned Ciel by a wall and made it seem she was going to kiss him to avert gaze, which peeked the interest of Aleister to help before the dance

Despite they're findings being wrong and the many apologizes from Doll, she can't shake the feeling of dread of failing her mission

They were all there during the reveal and were shocked and hurt over it

In a move to save Ciel Joker lifted his arm up costing his prosthetic against Grelle's death scythe

Madam Red was pretty much all of their first mother figures so to see her being a killer and then killed herself hurt

Her past revealed didn't help

They all stayed on the ground with Ciel as Sebastian and her battle it out

Then William showed up-

"Mr Suit ruining the fun. . ." mumbles Doll as she sees him save Grelle

The funeral was hard since it was their first one ever and let's just say they all had a bit of a mental crisis about life and found it nice Ciel made a grave for Mary Jane Kelly, especially Joker who mainly helped this case to find closure of his mother

The aftermath was rather hard for a lot of them, the manor felt cold since unlike his parents Ciel wasn't the only one grieving within the manor

I think Joker gets along best with Francis and she doesn't "fix" his hair unlike the others which annoyed the crap out of Peter

They all stayed behind in the manor as Francis and Ciel have their little hunting contest but Doll joined after Lizzy's begging to join the fun. She agreed and it was kind of a fun bonding think with Sebastian and her

During Ciel's birthday celebration it was just a touch less chaotic since Joker, Beast, Dagger, Jumbo, Peter and Wendy were there

While Sebastian sighs about the cake he made he and Doll shared it

Indian Butler Arc:

Winter is fun in this household I'll say it now

Lots of Doll being the best bestie during the snow

When the assaults and crime happen, Beast tried to tell Sebastian maybe he should try and convince Ciel to step this out since it still hasn't been much time since the Jack the Ripper moment

Despite Ciel's and Sebastian protests, the gang joined him in Lau's den to search for could do this, not wanting to leave them alone after everything

Dagger and Joker and Jumbo were flustered at the girls in Lau's den and Beast did her best not to punch Lau for offering her and Doll wear the dresses

In the East End they drop knowledge of the levels of survival, which gives Sebastian and Ciel a painted picture of what their lives may be like if they didn't save them

None of them have sympathy over the con-mens who tried using the scam on Ciel

Soma ordered Agni to attack, but has a pause on Beast, Doll, and Wendy, and also Peter despite Peter taking offence over that

After Ciel explained what was happening with everyone help of "What the literal hell" and the crisis was averted, they went to the town house

Agni and Soma are there and Doll, Joker, and Dagger (being how I headcanon them being thirsty knowledge nerds) were amazed to hear he's a prince

After Doll pleaded to Ciel they agreed for the two to stay from the cold for the night, which she regretted later when she slept in Ciel's room and Soma gave them that crazy wake up call with him teasing how Ciel has his "brother" sleeping in his bed still hinting at Doll

When hearing about Soma's and Agni's search for Mina, Ciel couldn't help but feel pain

Joker, Doll, and Dagger are more amazed by the statue of Kali

When they kept showing up throughout the entire day with all of Ciel's lessons and stuff, the group found is honestly amusing

Doll and Soma got along faster than the rest which somehow annoys Ciel

Sebastian teased his friend is making a friend her level of social ques

During this someone drops Doll's a girl which makes Soma joke Ciel's a "sly smooth dog" to have her in his bed

He tried telling Doll to undress for Ciel to paint which earned him a little kick from Doll

After Ciel and Soma fenced he fenced with Doll who kicked his butt harder than Ciel in which Sebastian explained to Agni on the side lines he taught her well

Watching the butlers duke it out was fun!

Soma and Doll bond a bit more after than in which he ask why her hair covers her face in which Beast scolded that's rude

Does anyone else think Wendy would have a crush on Agni?

Some respect was raised from Joker when he heard Agni's past, cause he gets it

Agni and Joker relate to their pasts and having a basic sunshine ball who saved them i.e. Doll and Soma

During the dinner when Soma talks more on Mina, Doll somehow finds it so romantic he's doing all this for love despite she's just a maid to others but doesn't really get why she romance was never her thing

They weren't there for the Agni reveal but were told. Doll got Sebastian random ass deer head mask in return

Wendy feels upset and realized her romantic attraction to the butler when she hears his deeds

They all know of Ciel's past, but hearing it again hurts, as it hurts Soma hearing their pasts of being abused and abandoned left and right from everyone until they were saved by Sebastian and Ciel

Curry contest happens, lots of bonding and test tasting of curry

Doll wore a nice dress and Soma gave her one of his golden necklaces he forgot to give her when they became friends, as a thank you gift

Both Ciel and Doll cringe over memories of Aleister and the party

Lots of tears

Joker and them all ind of met Victoria before either in a previous case or when they go to the palace with Sebastian and Ciel who hangs for tea

Circus Arc:

Obviously since this is different cause the ones involved in the circus arc are main characters now, we'll change this!

Baron Kelvin still met the Phantomhive family and gone crazy, while he didn't find the OGs he did take in some orphans from his workhouse and others from the streets that led to the chaos of kidnapping and murder.

After getting word of the circus and leaving Undertaker's, Ciel, Sebastian, Beast, Joker, and Doll head to the circus to watch

Same stuff with the tiger and Sebastian still happened but Beast ran out to him to yell at him more, the tiger got calm when she saw her which peeked the interest of the ring master. Doll got roped in and so did Joker

After the show Sebastian was called back to get checked up by the circus' doctor and Beast and Doll came with while Joker stayed with Ciel

The ring master express impress with the three, for Sebastian's bravery and skills, Beast's somehow able to tame the usual agro tiger, and Doll's speed and flexibility

They convinced him to let them and the other "recently fired servants" join their circus

Of course Ciel was annoyed they did this without his permission but agreed in the end

Sebastian, Beast, and Doll were basically given the parts of circus members that night

Dagger did some knife throwing

Jumbo proved his strength was no laughing matter

Peter and Wendy did some tight rope walking and tricks

And Joker just got in with simple ease of doing things circus like

Ciel went through his normal trail

Doll and Ciel used the names "Tom" and "Finnian", Doll using "Tom" as a reference to "Tom the Piper's Son", and they use the guise they're brothers as Doll hides her gender

Doll was given the nickname Freckles by the troupes and was given a role of helper and tightrope walker who cross dresses since they had a dress her size

Dagger had to dye his hair that blond style with the black peek to make him look "cooler". It got stuck afterwards

When William appeared again it took Joker and Ciel to hold Doll's hands to not pounce on him

After some tricks Doll and Ciel got a tent their own and Jumbo, Peter, and Wendy share a tent while Joker and Dagger share a tent and Beast gets to share one with some other groups who tend to animals

The shower scene was somewhat different with both Ciel and Doll having a moment of panic in which Ciel quickly came up with a lie that in their previous manor they were forced to bath with others who beat them and cut them for their youth, so in pity the ring master allowed them to use a more isolated yet small shower to share

That was awkward.

Now Doll has seen Ciel's brand in their early years of being friends and staying in the same place when she walked to the bathroom without knocking and saw it which resulted in a yelling from Ciel

The two didn't even look at each other but Doll did rub his back for him and he returned the favor but it was hesitant and fast moved

That night they had a heart to heart talk with each other

Doll grew close with a circus performer named Snake who's a snake charmer/dancer

The night Ciel got a asthma attack Doll stayed by his side no matter what

Thanks to Doll, Soma and Agni, Ciel stayed in the townhouse after arriving back

Ciel left later that night to meet this Baron Kelvin man, making sure none of Joker and them will follow them

When they arrived back they all comfort Ciel's clear sign of distress, which he confessed by the fireplace what happened in grave detail

Phantomhive Manor Murders Arc:

Life back in the Phantomhive manor was fun.

Doll ask and got permission by Ciel to keep calling him "Smile" just not in front of others and he gets to call her "Freckles" in return

The Double Charles show up and Grey actually had a little nerve to flirt on to Beast much to her eye-rolling moves

I'd like to think Joker had a small side plot thought of finding out more on Grimsby Keane cause he had a moment of thinking they're related somehow

Doll is forced to wear dresses-

She and Arthur get along

Beast got plenty of Georg von Siemens harassment

When Georg gets murder, high alert by all

Doll's, Peter's and Wendy's, Jumbo's, and Dagger's alibis are the same which is they were in the billiards room while Beast's and Joker's alibis were cleaning with the servants

Doll was ready to throw hands at Lau's accusation of Ciel

To prove Ciel isn't a murderer they chain him with Arthur in a random room, who to join is Doll per request of Sebastian since she's able to protect both (Grey backed that shit up fast cause of how she fought in the kitchen) and would make a second witness to each person as Arthur and Ciel are both their witnesses of alibi

In the late night Sebastian gives the servants their original orders with him telling Joker to help with every little thing for tomorrow and staying beside Tanaka, Dagger to get some dining sets ready early in the morning, Beast to help Finny with the fire, Peter and Wendy to fix the paintings in the hallway, Jumbo to help the guests and give Doll a pocket watch

That same hour of the night when he gave Ciel a new pillow, he handed a very groggy half asleep Doll a stack of letters and tell her to give them to Joker and the rest some time the next day and rubbed her hair;

This is his gesture with Doll

He also told Doll her letter is hidden in the kitchen

In the morning, Ciel saw Sebastian first out of the three who were locked in a room all night. Bard tried to prevent Doll from seeing but it was too late. . . Doll falls to her knees wailing, tears burning her face, sobbing more with Ciel's display of disbelief and denial

As Tanaka got the butler pins back, he and Joker take the roles of head servants as Joker realized that's what Sebastian meant the night before

Jumbo gave Doll the pocket watch

The found Patrick's body and Peter is just about done with this shit

When Karl threatened Ciel they all were pretty peeved as everyone would assume

Lau decided to be a dick and ask ciel and Doll what their actual relationship is, implying if Ciel was out of his chains she would easily lie and how odd it was Ciel slept soundly. He got slapped by Doll which no one scolded her on not even Lau cause he was honestly impressed

They searched the servant's bedrooms with the luggage and Sebastian's room to cancel out suspects

During the search in Sebastian's room Grey asked what was Doll's deal to Ciel; "That reaction was rough to watch than listening to. I would assumed her body got punched." Said Grey, twiddling with the cat toy he found. Ciel had a moment to pause, as if picking his words correctly, "The best..." He started, pausing again, "The best was to explain them is family... Upon the second day being my butler Sebastian came back with her in tow of others, claiming to take them in easily. Over the years I watched how he taught her how to read and write, how to cook, how to fight, how to be human. . . In other words their relationship is hard in words of my own...It's a bond I can't ever dare dream of one day breaking... Now that's he's gone...half of her is gone now to..."

Finny and Mey-Rin's rain crying session and Bard's speech is the same but with everyone else

When Doll got back inside she changed into a black dress Sebastian gave her forever ago with the pocket watch attached, making a promise to be strong for Ciel

Jeremy arrived and they all felt something was...odd with him

At one point Doll was helping preparations when Jeremy arrived and told her it isn't healthy to hide her tears in such a state, especially over "some butler". He comforts her as she tells him Sebastian wasn't just nor will never be just "some butler", tucking her hair behind her ear

At another point Joker struggled with his braids and started to tear up just when Jeremy arrived and helped him as Joker vents

Yet another moment in the kitchen he calls Peter and Wendy to help with booze, saying he senses they're the most wisest and doesn't talk to them as children

When the killer got revealed to be a snake, everyone was-

Doll stopped Karl from running out the manor with a cartwheel kick

Doll finally gave the letters to everyone and found her's in the kitchen where it's facing a window that shows a fence Doll used to play on when the guest were leaving

The letter's basically told them all that happened up til Sebastian's "death" truth and all and different words for each person. Basically confirming their feelings of odd towards Jeremy and the small feelings of familiar when they're near him

They still believed he died, since they don't know he's a demon still, so when he rose from the grave after Finny and Jumbo take his ringing ass coffin out the ground the tackle hug hurts more than hell

Luxury Liner Arc:

Snake is now part of the Phantomhive family and Doll has been his main friend and supporter since day one

Wendy teased Peter a lot about the whole thing with Ran-Mao in Ciel's clothes and he got flustered

April showers are the best with this group~!

Doll and Joker kind of got extra protective since the house murder party, which is why they wound up going on the Campania ship trip with Lizzy and her family, Mey-Rin Finny Tanaka and Bard staying behind

Dagger was about to stay behind due to his low-key-high-key fear of ships

Again, Doll's force to dress in dresses which can't be helped but Sebastian brought her pants and everyone including Snake other outfits

I saw that Doll and Edward were shipped at one point in AO3 tags so that was fun- Edward has a slight crush on Doll but could never pinpoint it

These are more or less the outfits they wore during the party

Doll and Ciel danced at one point during the party after Ciel overheard Doll getting shit talked about her looks

Basically this trip made Doll realize her deep feelings on Ciel and suffered conflict with it

She followed Ciel and Sebastian when she saw them sneak off and found them wigged up and, having no time to send her away, gave her Sebastian coat and Ciel's extra eye patch to disguise her the best they could

So she saw the corpse thing first hand

As Ronald got the souls and fought Sebastian, Ronald happened to drop he could help inform Doll and her friends their pasts if she helps him defeat Sebastian. Tempted, but she refused

Doll follows Ciel down to the lower freight to the storage area where they ran into Lizzy and Snake

Doll protected them the best she could with her blades

Meanwhile as bizarre dolls climb up to the main decks, Joker and everyone protected the best they could

While Sebastian informed the Midford family Lizzy's safe, he informed them they need to go for the heads which was easy for Dagger's knife throwing skills and the new wire string weapons Peter and Wendy has now

Jumbo picked up many people to help save them as he stomps on some BD's heads

When the iceberg hits, Joker took a look at the damage and cursed

Beast ripped a big chunk of her dress to wrap a cut on Grey's arm

When the water floods the boiler room, Snake remained with Stoker and Doll as Ciel and Lizzy get stuck on the other side, Doll and Ciel had a moment of having their hand against the door before she left

To prevent slowing them down, Doll quickly strips of her dress and remained in her petticoat and bloomers and corset with Sebastian's coat as her cover up, heels ditched and now a weapon

Joker did he best to protect a lot of the children who were just sadly there, Beast fought along side Grey and Dagger

Peter got a cheek smooched by a very grateful noble woman

When fight the Bizarre Dolls in her area, Doll recalls the simple training from Sebastian and how close she is to Ciel and Sebastian, making a promise to meet with them again

When meeting with them and Lizzy again with Snake, Doll cut her feet against the broken glass hidden in the water in which Snake piggybacked her

Everyone reunites and Joker took over holding Doll

None of them want to leave Sebastian and Ciel behind, especially not Doll since a lot happened when she's gone but Jumbo knocks her out after she was gonna jump out of Joker's hold

When she woke up she was in the life boat with the others, holding Sebastian's pocket watch and Ciel's extra eye patch

When Undertaker stabbed Sebastian and revealed his memories, they were the same but with them in the memories with Sebastian teaching them and helping them. Memories of Doll crying and running to his room in the middle of night was one of the first during that turn of respect in Ciel's and Sebastian's relationship. Another was of during a dark night Sebastian finds not only Doll in a sleeping Ciel's bed but everyone else either on the bed or around it asleep

When the two reunited with the others, they got lots of ear fulls and crying hugs from them all.

Sebastian's tackle hug was worst than when he "came back from the dead"

Doll made them promise to never do anything without her again

Dagger swears to never go on a boat again

Peter smugly informs he got "more than a few kisses" from the rescuer ship. Never specified any further

Easter is here at last and Doll finally wore pants to the party

The egg hunt was longer now cause more people

Teams were; Edward and Nina, Mey-Rin and Bard, Snake and Finny, Soma and Agni, The Double Charles, Doll and Joker, Dagger and Beast, Peter and Wendy and Jumbo were a trio, and Ciel and Sebastian

Doll and Joker were the main team to go up against Ciel and Sebastian and the Double Charles

As Ciel tries to get the egg Doll was trying to get it as well using her tricks from life and the circus event while Joker helps Sebastian fight the Double Charles

Phipps decided to name the chick Joker cause he spared so well

Public School Arc:

The night Ciel made plans to attend Weston College, Doll barges in the room revealing she was listening in on this talk

She scolded them for make these plans without her and demanded she go with, saying how she swore to never leave them alone anymore and even threatened if they refuse her she won't ever forgive them

This brings Sebastian some worry, he never had Doll not forgive him before, it sounds like a big threat

So year she's attending

Doll used the name of "Thomas "Tom" Rathbone", using Jeremy Rathbone's name title after both Sebastian and Ciel said it was fine that they "got his permission"

They get assigned to their houses with Ciel in Blue House and Doll in Violet House

Doll had to be very careful in the dorms, with Sebastian informing the school (in the guise as Jeremy Rathbone) that "his son has a medical issue that gets worst if he stays in a dorm packed of people" so she wound up getting a more quiet all-be smaller room

The one time Doll gets to fall Sebastian "Father" and it's a Catholic way-

Doll and Ciel message each other through a note in the confession booth in the church if they can't meet up somehow

Doll met Maurice Cole and there's a connection in a way, maybe cause Doll doesn't fully believe that man is a male

Cheslock: Sup Freckled Face Doll: Oh hello Scar Face

If it isn't obvious, Cheslock and Doll have a toe to toe relationship of "fuck you", has been since Doll threw a pebble at Cheslock for throwing rocks at Ciel

Doll got transferred to Green House some time after Maurice tricked Ciel, all thanks to Cricket and bullying-

So Doll got along with McMillan in a way and kicked some ass when she caught some bullies bugging the boy. She grabbed one of their cricket bat and swung dangerously close to the crotch She got three Ys This was all caught by Herman Greenhill and him and Gregory Violet did a bit of war to see who'll have this one

Edward had no idea Doll was there in a ruse of a boy identity until he saw her in the dorm

He kept quiet at first but soon pulled her aside and demanded a reason

Doll came up with a lie saying she actually wanted to feel worthy enough to be the best friend of Ciel Phantomhive and worthy of Sebastian's praise by getting a better schooling, her planning on Weston due to her afraid to be away from Ciel and, dare she shall admit, Edward

He decide to help her be comfortable but fueling the lie of Doll having a condition that requires her own room and was invited to the Swan Gazebo after hearing how she saved a student

Maurice made plans to make it Hell for Doll as well which annoys Ciel more and broke him to call upon Soma

And when I mean Hell for Doll I mean arranging someone in Green House who's connected to Maurice to break into Doll's room and tear it apart, even ripping apart her books

This led to Edward sharing a bedroom with her for the while until certain things get repaired

Soma's lie on why Doll is there is cause she just refused to be alone. Not a full lie but eh

Ciel and Doll confronts Maurice on his lies and Maurice reveals he had the art room set up for his goons to attack them, Ciel's ready to fight more cause Doll is roped in on this sick violation

Herman and Edward admires the two for being so protective and strong for each other

As Clayton takes Ciel as his Fang (I'm using a new name for it cause even though it met something else it's a no for me) Edward takes Doll as his Fang.

Some time pass and Doll gets along with the Prefects and the Fangs beside Edward and Cheslock and Doll's room been fixed

Picture gossips within that Gazebo once Doll is added to the mix

Edgar Redmond drops the bomb he sense Doll is in love and pestered who it is, so Doll simply said "I am but it's not meant to be" which Edgar swoons over "forbidden romance"

Doll chilled Cheslock out after the fire

Ciel gets picked for the Blue House team for June 4th and Doll, with Edward backing it up, gets picked for Green House's team

Doll likes looking like a knight for this entrance

When Aleister gets revealed to be Edgar's uncle, Doll gags in secret.

However Aleister recognize Doll! But not from the cruise, but from that ball with the "beautiful robin in pink", in which Edgar teases her saying he "sees her forbidden love was real"

When escaping the teasing Edgar ran into Joker who came and the two kind of...clicked

"Midford! Phantomhive! Permission to dance with your Lady Elizabeth?" Doll called out with a small smirk when Lizzy went to her

Doll gave her the same lie as she told Edward

Cheslock: "I hope to soon kick your ass in cricket Freckle Face." Doll: "Well I hoe your dreams are as vivid as your music talent when you lose Scar face"

Doll heard about the Red House upset stomach act and was appalled Ciel went that far

Green House vs Blue House is a fun game of "Oh yeah, I'm kicking your ass no strings attached" between Doll and Ciel

Edward made sure no one knew Doll's gender in the changing rooms and game

When Ciel got whacked in the head everyone screamed out, but Doll was a touch louder when she screamed "Smile"

Doll went to the inferiority with Sebastian and Ciel, and as Sebastian left the room for a second the two had a moment where they nearly kissed

Cheslock's face when it's revealed Sebastian's a butler, his prefects are murders, and Doll's a girl;

After the case was closed Doll still writes to Cheslock, Edward, Clayton, and Cheslock Ciel knows now he may have feelings for Doll

During the London visit Joker got some juggling balls cause Edgar called him "jester" as a humor, Dagger got new blades, Beast got a new bag, Jumbo got books to read, Peter and Wendy got wine cause ye, And Doll got a hat with a nice specially made hair pin.

Emerald Witch Arc:

I headcanon Peter has German roots so he was excited

By this point the others know of Doll's crush on Ciel

Joker is still thinking on that pretty blond man he met during the 4th of June

CHLAUS IS BACK

Witches curse? Sounds like something that peeks in interest of the thirsty new knowledge nerds~

The village is cute-

Oh wait it's a bunch of women with weapons

Everyone's in love with Sieglinde's home

I was letting my sister read this whole post cause by this point it has taken me TWO DAYS to write down and she comments how Wolfram is now another person Wendy would have a serious crush on after he addressed her as her actual age and not how she looks

Ciel is still shocked how Sieglinde eats but not too much cause Doll still doesn't eat like how he does

Sieglinde grew attached to Doll fast since she's the first female her age

No one was there when Sieglinde randomly offered a threeway with Sebastian and Ciel

With Finny, Doll was picked to help Ciel after he got effected by the "curse"

Sieglinde and Peter kind of bond over the sense of being stuck with a "curse". I see Peter hating his condition more than Wendy, who more or less accepted it now

She gave him a customized male version of her dress as a thank you

Doll literally bit Sebastian when he was dragging her and Finny out

Joker's hair got cut short while they escaped

Doll and Peter were with Ciel and Sieglinde so they were able to help them switch clothes

Doll got to stab with the hair pin

Sorry it took a while and I'm stopping at the end of Emerald Witch's arc, cause as much as I want to write the Phantom-Five and everything I'm going to take a pause. I wrote this for days and I'm feeling sick guys, plus the arcs to follow are the R!Ciel territory so yeah, I'd like to hear your thoughts while I sleep

#black butler #black butler au #black butler spoilers #noah's ark circus #noah ark circus #sebastian michaelis #ciel phantomhive #black butler finny #black butler mey rin #black butler bard #black butler joker #black butler beast #black butler dagger #black butler jumbo #black butler peter #black butler wendy #black butler doll #doll x ciel #ciel x doll

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The Dragon’s School is on Top of the Mountain

As a quick breather while we wait for the finale of Dungeon Meshi, I read Ryoko Kui’s short story collection, The Dragon's School is on Top of the Mountain, and it was incredible

The first few short stories are all nominally the same story. The beast-lord in the mountain is terrorizing the local villages and a destined hero slays it to save the people. Except each of the stories is told from a different perspective in a different genre, and the themes plays out so completely different. The first one is the most traditional fantasy of them, with the weary hero returning. But killing the beast-king hasn’t stopped the monsters that ravage the people’s crops, and the human kingdoms go back to war. Killing the boss doesn’t do anything for systematic violence. The second story is a minstrel’s tale, and reframes the whole thing as a Beauty and the Beast situation, turning it into a tragedy when the hero slays him. The third story is some time after the beast is slain, with the local kingdom trying to reclaim his massive castle and land. The hero is depressed and sick of humanity for not supporting him in the fight and letting his friends get killed, and the inhabitants of the castle begin to succumb. But eventually he’s forced to reveal there’s a wellspring of hope beneath the castle, and they have to deal with rebuilding anyway. The final one is the wackiest, where it turns out the beast-lord and monsters were from a terraforming machine gifted to humanity by aliens, but humanity quickly became dependent on the machine and had to learn to live on their own again. None of these versions can really be canon with each other, but it was fascinating to explore the same thing four different ways

The fifth story was its own thing. A poor village is trying find a spirit to watch over them and bring them prosperity, so the village elders take a local boy and try to woo some goddesses. Featuring the choicest examples of Kui’s knack for drawing women as the goddesses, this story is more light-hearted than the previous ones: the characters keep getting in over their heads with the various goddesses, like the lake spirit who is actually the whole lake. It ends with a reveal that the village actually had a guardian spirit the whole time, and while it ends with the village getting the recovery they wished for, it actually ended up being quite bittersweet

The next three stories were very cool explorations of speculative biology, with killer undertones of exploring heavy real topics: disability, discrimination, and environmentalism. This section has the most similar vibes to Dungeon Meshi. These all take place in modern Japan with one fantastical element added. The first is about centaurs living among humans. It cuts back and forth between 4-koma gags of a human man living with his centaur wife, and a serial story of human discrimination in the workforce leading to a political movement to suppress centaur rights. The second is about a girl with angel wings trying to decide if she should go to a special school in America to train to use them as an adult. Her parents and classmates keep pressuring to take that opportunity, but she wants to stay in Japan with the boy she likes and she doesn’t even enjoy flying anyway. At first he tries to support her by telling her that she should only do what she wants to do, but in the end even he says it would be a waste not to use her wings. The third one is about the titular dragon’s school, which is actually a normal university that focuses on the study of dragons: physiology and habitats, dragon flight certification, and veterinary medicine. There are many species of dragon and they’re generally endangered, with dwindling public support for their preservation. Most of the uses for dragons went away with the Industrial Revolution, so the question is whether it’s worth preserving those animals that no longer materially benefit humanity? Fascinating way to end the book

Except there’s one more story, which is a bit of letdown after all that. A group of NEETs are brought in for a human psychology experiment where they all have to live in a house together for a month. Overtime, the more productive members get mysteriously culled from the experiment, only for it all to turn out to be a rehabilitation project. It was interesting, but not on the same level as Kui’s fantasy work

#dungeon meshi #ryoko kui #kui ryoko #the dragon's school is on top of the mountain #fantasy #the girl in the angel story was also the spitting image of young Falin #book review #kinda

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Random CassieRose headcanons, cause why not?

-Their first kiss is in the gym, during a sparring match that ended with Rose kissing Cassie while lassoed. They go from rivals to rivals/lovers to just plain lovers along the course of six months and many, many more sparring matches—most of which end very similarly to the first one.

-Cassie can’t keep her hands off Rose. Whether it’s a casual pat on the arm or a quick brush of her hand, Cassie seems to always find any excuse to touch Rose. Rose teases her relentlessly for it, but does nothing to dissuade the casual contact.

-Rose’s favorite pastime is riling Cassie up while she can’t do anything about it, like during team meetings. A hand lingering a second too long on her hip here, a feather-light brush of her ass there… it all drives Cassie insane, but she can’t react without losing plausible deniability, so she has to stand there and continue the meeting like every cell in her body isn’t urging her to grab Rose and return the favor right there on the table. As soon as the meeting is over, however… well, let’s just say there are a surprising group amount of supply closets in Titans Tower that could comfortably fit an angry demigoddess itching for payback and her insufferably smug girlfriend.

-Cassie makes a point of visiting Rose in the infirmary every time she gets hurt after a mission, even though she totally doesn’t have to, considering Rose’s healing factor will leave her good as new in just a few hours no matter the severity of the injury.

-They will bicker like a married couple about literally anything. Everything’s an argument with them, though most of their arguments seem to end with them making out. It’s kinda gross.

-Rose sneaks into Cassie’s room at night so often she’s started leaving some of her stuff there.

-Rose leaves the Tower on solo missions often, but she makes sure to bring back the stupidest souvenirs she can find for Cassie. Most are gag gifts at best and amusingly useless at worst, but Cassie stubbornly insists on still the Wonder Woman-themed pen Rose bought her even though it wasn’t originally designed to be reusable.

-Rose sends Cassie pictures while she’s away. These can range from silly selfies with obscure landmarks in the background (they have a game where Cassie tries to guess where Rose is at any given time using these landmarks, which is stupid because if Cassie really needed to know where Rose was she could just check the tracker Tim put on her in case she was ever kidnapped by Deathstroke. Even though Rose knows about the tracker, using it for anything other than an absolute emergency feels like a breach of trust.) to pictures of a more explicit variety.

That one picture of Rose standing in front of a mirror wearing nothing but a Wonder Girl shirt awoke something in Cassie.

-Cassie, like anyone associated with the Amazons (fight me, it’s canon), is into tying people up. Rose, who canonically likes being tied up, thinks this is very convenient.

-M’gann and Raven don’t invite both Rose and Cassie to girls’ night these days, as they always end up making out and it makes everyone uncomfortable. Rather, they alternate on which one to invite.

-Rose loves it when Cassie gets bossy, whether it’s on missions, in the bedroom, while making out, anywhere.

-Canonically, Rose really fucking hates needles (three guesses as to why). Thankfully, her enhanced physiology means that the times where she has to go near them are few and far in between. On the rare occasion she do has to get tested for something, Cassie makes a point of finding an excuse to be in the room. Rose, who thinks she’s being stupid and demonstrates it with a roll of her eye, never ask her to stay… but, well, she never asks her to leave, either, so Cassie’s pretty sure she appreciates it.

#cassierose #rosecassie #rose wilson #ravager #wonder girl #cassandra sandsmark #cassie sandsmark #cassie x rose #rose x cassie #wonder woman #deathstroke #teen titans #teen titans 2003 #teen titans vol 3 #teen titans volume 3

[eroticeverlark]

after reading your previous headcanons, i just KNOW you have some thoughts about 🍌 and ⛓️ from that list of smutty prompts

for real tho, they probably got a toy as a gag gift from Johanna once but then they got curious and started using it and now they have an entire box of them hidden under their bed 🥲

also, Katniss probably has a praise!kink like with Peeta being all “that’s my good girl” while she’s going down on him and it just mades her go down EVEN HARDER and we all know she has a problem with authority but Peeta being the dominant one in bed is probably her weakness

But idk what kind of kinks Peeta might have, I just assume everything about Katniss makes him horny but share your insights!

Good morning to me holy shit!! Kink, toys, and praise!kink! My birthday isn't til October but thank you for the early gift. I've been trying to figure out where to put this idea, and this is perfect. It's like half story already and half head canon.

Katniss gets a dildo from Johanna at her wedding shower. She plays it off like a gag gift but if she's honest it's really.. pretty. Blue swirly glass, it's not so big to be scary.. it looks nice. She still doesn't think she'll ever use it. She and Peeta have sex all the time, and it's good. Why would she need anything like this?

A few months after the wedding Katniss is home alone, maybe for a couple days, and she's tidying up and finds the box with the glass dildo in it. She takes it out and looks it over again, what the hell, right? Not really doing anything else.. she strips down and lays on the bed with it, feeling equal parts ridiculous and titillated by masturbating in broad day light. Her mind races. Would Peeta be able to tell what she'd done if he wanted sex tonight? Would he be disappointed? Would he *like it*? She lets her imagination wander down that path and smiles. He'd probably like to hear about it, so better make it a good story.

Only her and peeta's fingers and his dick had ever been inside of her, and in comparison the glass is heavy and cold. Not one to give up, Katniss adjusts the angle a little bit and soon the toy warms up and her insides contour around the thick swirls. She hikes her legs up higher and moans. A little twist to her wrist while she thrusts shoots sparks behind her closed eyelids. She's home alone, she can be as loud as she wants, so Katniss let's loose a long string of loud curse words, like Peeta does when he's getting close. Her mental image shifts to Peeta using it on her, and each stroke against her g-spot gets a loud, breathy fuck.

She hears something and opens her eyes. It's Peeta! Standing in the doorway of their bedroom watching her fuck herself on the blue glass. He obviously hard and he looks hungry.

"Don't stop on my account." He moves to the end of the bed to watch. Katniss pulls the toy out and tries to close her legs but Peeta grabs her thighs and pushes them up and apart so she's wide open. His eyes are so dark and he smirks.

"put it back, sweet girl. I want to watch you cum on your pretty little toy." His voice is different. Every alluring thing about him is turned up to 11. Katniss doesn't like being bossed around but she didn't want to say no. She slips the bulbous head back inside her self and whines until she gets the angle and rhythm right again. Soon her orgasm is building and building to the point she might actually explode. She looks up into his eyes, surprised he's watching her face instead of her pussy.

"That's my good girl, Katniss. Cum for me, I know you're close."

And oh God that did it. Katniss rubs her clit and screams through a full body wracking orgasm. She's squeezing so tight she pushes the glass out of her body. Peeta leans down and licks up some of the mess from her glistening lips, then let's go of her legs and stands up on his knees and shoves his pants down around his thighs. Katniss looks up at him heavy lidded and thinks he's going to fuck her, but he takes himself in hand.

"You see what you do to me?" He huffs a laugh and with only a few hard strokes he cums on her belly. They cuddle up together and he picks up the dildo and looks it over. "Should we send Johanna a thank you note?"

[matriarchsdevotee-archive]

[some miscellaneous nabs hc questions: 2.) how loosely or strictly do they use the word 'friend'? 14.) how do they put out a candle? 27.) what's the worst gift they ever received? how did they respond? 49.) would they eat something they find gross to be polite?]

Weirdly Specific... - Accepting

2.

How easily she'll call someone her friend depends strongly on the context. All Gerudo are friends until proven otherwise, and it has to be ridiculously strong proof (to any outsider, she would have vehemently defended Ganondorf up until several months before she finally decided to act against him, though she'd distrusted and disliked him for years). To an outsider, it takes an insane amount of trust for her to call them a friend. After Ganondorf is defeated, she has many Hyrulean acquaintances, but few friends. Most of them were sages, though not all sages have earned her friendship (She doesn't trust Raru for reasons she can't quite place, Saria is nice but unnerves Nabooru a bit, and Ruto is. Ruto)

14.

She'll put out a single wick candle by blowing on it with her hand behind the flame to catch her breath, but she uses a cap for an oil lamp (she's learned the hard way that's the only way to do it)

27.

The gift of prophesy. Mmmm, the Gerudo aren't big on gift-giving in her canon verse so she cherishes most things she receives, even if they don't really suit her. Her least favorite gift was probably a stack of notebooks retrieved from her mother's study after her death that she had to read through when she was old enough, but that's more of a duty than a real gift. She did as she was asked, made note of the important bits, then sealed them away in a temple room as an "offering." 

In her modern verse, the worst gift she ever got was a ouija board that had a nasty poltergeist hanging onto it. It was a gag gift from an Uncle when she was 8 and her first interaction with the supernatural. It took her months before she was finally able to cleanse it and she vowed never to touch a ouija board again. In the mafia verse, it was both the best and worst gift she ever received: an illustrated guide to Hyrule's fauna and flora from her boyfriend at the time, Link. As context, she receives a lot of gifts in that verse, but they're never anything she has interest in. Diamonds, pearls, all kinds of jewelry, guns and other weaponry that she wants nothing to do with, but it had been years since she'd gotten something that spoke to her as a person instead of her role as an underboss. She still can't find it in her to get rid of it, even after she found out he was stringing her along for information to give to his true love, the chief of police. In the monstress verse, it absolutely was the gift of prophesy, since it was given to her at a much older age than it usually is. Most girls marked for the coven are stolen a few months after birth when their power becomes apparent to the nearest cell, but Nabooru's didn't awaken until she was almost ten. Unlike most of her witch-sisters, she remembers what the outside world is like and what was taken from her: she even remembers a few aramiac friends from when she was very, very young which makes her work all the more upsetting to her. 

49.

Almost never. Nabooru is honest to a fault, a terrible actress, and has been through too much exhaustion to play by niceties. She's also not terribly culturally sensitive - for example, Zorian food tends to unnerve her. With that said, she would only be mean about it if she was otherwise antagonistic toward the host. She would decline politely and turn her attention to something else so she wouldn't come across as too rude. Please also enjoy the image of Nabooru eating with Gorons, being presented with a rock, and staring at it for a few minutes before genuinely asking if it was the plate or the food.

#answered asks #headcanons #flamekeeperbellroc #nabs i am begging you to develop rapport it would save you so much heartache

[123moiaussi]

✨A cute little solstice head canon✨

So, kids I was chatting to the @illyrian-lover-flower and we created a cute prompt that our artists and writers may be interested in seeing💖🥴

Essentially, we believe that Elain will potentially use her Seer gifts to buy solstice presents for people:

Elain: gives Nyx markers that are washable

Feyre: Thanks El, Nyx can now practice drawing with me. My little artistic boy. What a thoughtful gift.

Elain: Just a warning, Nyx is going to start drawing on the white walls and expensive furniture of the manor.

Feyre and Rhys: 👀

Elain: He’ll draw little bats on the curtains too. Good luck 🤞

Amren: opens tiny gift with a little starfish charm What is this?

Elain: A keyring. You’re going to be visiting the Summer Court a lot more😏

Varian: It was meant to be a anniversary surprise! I haven’t even gone to the locksmith 😡

Elain: gives Nesta a bookshelf

Nesta: Thanks Elain. But I’ve already got a bookshelf in the house.

Elain: You’re going to break it with Cassian soon so I got you a new one😌

Az: looks at the “World’s Best Dad” shirt Elain has gifted him Um, Lainey are you? I-

Elain: No, but we need to start trying harder. And faster.

Az: 👀😳

Just tagging a couple people I think could do these canons justice in their art form: @themissyvonne @tswaney17 @mardereads19 @kingandfireheart @rhysanoodle @sncinder @tacmc @snelbz @gracie-rosee @suelky @julesherondalex @forget-me-not-s @nikethestatue @shadow-singing @gripefroot @insulindsay @mmvalentine @livlochan @moonlightseaker @batboyazriel @confused-as-all-hell @stars-who-gaze @gripefroot

#acotar #elain acheron #it’s canon this girl gets gag gifts #azriel #Feysand #Nesta #Nessian #Amren #varian #Nyx #Feyre #rhysand #Cassian #head canon #vamren #Elriel

[fandom-puff]

Smut tember day 18; being watched with Cersei Lannister

Warnings: being watched, degradation, Dom/sub, power imbalance (Cersei is a queen, YN is a maid), Jaime x Cersei (in case u didn’t know they’re twins with a canonically incestuous relationship),

Notes: I know this was meant to be w Ramsay Bolton, but I couldn’t bring myself to write it (it was kinda dark). This includes Cersei and jaimes canonically incestuous relationship (they don’t have intercourse, but they do kiss). I have not tagged the people on my GOT tag list bc I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea. I tried something new here, hated every moment of it, but hey, they’re in character 🤮 pls don’t have intimate relationships w ur family bc it’s icky

Gif creds to owner

As the door to your Queen’s bedchamber swung open, you froze, the fingers grasping at the expensive silk of Cersei’s dress slackening as you stared over her shoulder at the intruder.

There in the doorway stood Jaime Lannister, tall and proud, his golden hand glinting in the candlelight, his mane of golden hair waving over his shoulders. He was as beautiful as his twin, but his green eyes were narrowed suspiciously, not matching the mischievous smirk twitching at the corner of his plump lip.

“What on earth is going on in here, sweet sister?” He drawled, shutting the door behind him, leaning against it as if he hadn’t walked in on his sister (and lover) with her tongue down one of her lady in waiting’s throat and her hands up your skirt. “I was under the impression you had summoned me for dinner,”

You gulped as Cersei lowered your skirt, smoothing out the delicate crimson fabric (that she had chosen and gifted you especially). “Oh, something like that,” she said nonchalantly, flicking her eyes to the chair at her vanity. Smirking, Jaime nodded, sauntering over to the stool and sitting down, wide legged and leaning over slightly.

“And who is this pretty little thing, Cersei?” He asked. You expected your lover to bristle at her brother’s complement- they were closer than siblings had any rights to be- but she matched his smirk, stepping beside you.

“This is YN… she was one of my maids,” she said, cupping your cheek and tilting your face this way and that, before finally having you stare at the golden lion before you. “There. Let Jaime see your beautiful face,” she murmured, kissing your forehead, feeling the heat of your embarrassment. “Bless her, brother. She is getting shy,”

“And she’s not normally?” Cersei shook her head and he let out a laugh. “You’ve corrupted the poor girl, Cers,” he said.

“And she loved ever moment of it, didn’t you, sweetheart?” She said, pushing stray strands of your hair out of your face.

“I… every second, your Grace, Ser Jaime,” you chirped, catching your lip between your teeth and nibbling it gently.

Tutting, Cersei tapped it, before holding her slender finger in front of your mouth, smiling as you wrapped your lips around it and suckled gently, your eyes fluttering shut slightly. From the corner, Jaime groaned, leaning back to display the tent in his breeches. “That mouth could be put to much better use that suckling on your finger, sweet sister,” he commented, gesturing to his straining cock.

Eyes droopy with lust, your eyes slid from Jaime to Cersei, keeping your eyes firmly on hers as you took more of her fingers down your throat until you gagged.

“Hmm… excellent idea, Jaime,” she murmured, before pulling her fingers from your mouth, kissing your forehead and swaying over to lay on her bed, lounging against the plump pillows. You dithered on the spot, your eyes flitting between the twins, before settling on your queen, awaiting your orders. “Come here, YN, darling,” she said softly. “And take off your dress… don’t worry about it ripping… I’ll have another made for you… good girl, now remove mine,”

You felt your blood run red hot as you felt Jaime’s gaze boring into your nude figure, and Cersei laughed. “No need to be shy, sweetheart. He has seen it all before,”

Jaime stared between you both, before his hands darted down to unlace his breeches. But quick as a flash, Cersei had hold of his wrists, tugging them away and holding them at his sides as she pressed a deep kiss to his lips. As she pulled away, he glared at her, but she merely smirked, strutting back to you, taking you into her arms and kissing you, pinching your nipples. “Tonight, Jaime, YN will show you how she eats my cunt… she will tell you how I taste when I come on her face, how I feel when I spasm around her fingers. And then you will watch as I fuck her,”

Jaime glowered at the pair of you, shifting his legs to make himself as comfortable as could be with his erection. “And what about me?” He said haughtily.

“Oh. I suppose you could take yourself in hand at some point. But I do not share. And I have not forgiven you for leaving me for so very long,”

#cersei x you #Cersei Lannister x you #cersei lannister x reader #Cersei Lannister x Jaime Lannister #cersei x jaime #game of thrones fanfiction #read the warnings #this is a little darker than I’m used to #fandompuff’s smut tember #smut tember 2021 #not everyone’s cup of tea

[tlcwrites]

Consequence

A birthday gift for @paper-n-ashes

Summary: When you steal the Supreme Leader's sweater, there are... repercussions.

Word Count: 3483

Tags/Warnings: Kylo Ren x Fem Reader. NSFW, 18+. MINORS DNI; PIV sex, unprotected sex (no glove no love), oral sex (m receiving), fingering, heavy dom/sub dynamic, praise kink, breath play, I'm probably forgetting other kinks but I finished this at 3AM last night and I'm not even sure that I used real words let alone remember what I wrote so if I missed any let me know and I'll update the tags, smuuuuuuut for daaaays, canon what's canon The Rise of Skywalker can go fuck itself mostly except for that beautiful white set of rooms on the Steadfast.

Author’s Note: It's my hetero lifemate @paper-n-ashes' birthday today (at least in my timezone for a few more hours so IT COUNTS sorry Sarah at least you got to read it yesterday) and she has been waiting SO patiently for me to finish this damn fic. I started writing it back in like November? Maybe even October? and have struggled so fucking hard with finding the mojo to finish it. Then out of the blue this week, said mojo came back and I figured Sarah's birthday was the perfect deadline. So, voila. And don't forget to go tell her how awesome she is.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SISTER IN THIRST AND SHAMELESS HOEING. I couldn't actually get you Kylo so I got you this instead. #throne room hair is the best hair forever the end

You’re perched on the sofa, open book on your lap, when the comm chimes. You can’t help your soft smile; it’s finally that time of the day cycle.

You don’t bother answering the comm, since it’s an alert, not a call. Closing your book, you rise and return it to the bookcase set into the wall of the lounge. With a gentle press, the hatch closes, and the bookcase disappears into the stark white expanse of the rest of the room, precious cargo hidden. Books are an expensive indulgence, even for the Supreme Leader.

Or whomever he choses to share them with.

You cross to the base of the stairs that lead to the chamber’s entrance and open a small compartment, also a part of the structure of the room. You toe off your slippers, setting them carefully inside the cubby. Your soft leggings pants are next, folded carefully. You start to remove your sweater as well, but hesitate. It is chilly. For all of the technology the First Order has amassed, you’d think they’d have figured out how to keep their Destroyers at a comfortable temperature.

You leave the sweater. He’ll definitely have an… opinion about it.

Now bare but for the sweater and your bra, so scant it hardly deserves the term, you take your place at the base of the stairs. The hem of the sweater brushes your thighs. Standing tall, feet together, hands clasped loosely behind you, you wait. You keep your eyes on the blast doors.

When the doors finally open, you smile softly. “Good evening, Supreme Leader.”

His cape billows behind him as he descends the stairs (he’s clearly inherited his family's flair for dramatics). As he reaches the bottom, you respectfully drop your gaze. His boots stop in front of you, your bare feet looking so small compared to his. But then again, everything looks small compared to him.

He raises a gloved hand and strokes the back of a finger down the collar of your sweater. “What’s this?” His voice is throaty and deep. As usual, it sends a thrill through you.

You keep your eyes downcast. “A sweater, Supreme Leader.”

“Clearly.” His finger continues down from the collar of the garment, caressing the soft rise of your breasts. “Perhaps I should rephrase my question.” His finger catches your nipple, and you can’t help but gasp. “What is my sweater doing on your body, when your body doesn’t have permission to be wearing anything?”

You finally risk a glance up. His face is impassive, but there’s a glint in his eyes. He’s amused.

You raise your chin. He loves when you’re confident. “It was cold.”

“Cold.” The finger continues to tease your nipple through the fibers. “In space.” The tease turns into a flick, and you barely smother your gasp. His lips twitch. “Imagine that.”

He’s in a good mood. You decide to toy with him. “Perhaps I simply need something substantial to keep me warm, Supreme Leader.”

One eyebrow raises, ever so slightly. He’s going to play along. “Do you find my care unsatisfactory?”

“Of course not, Supreme Leader.” His finger has shifted to your other nipple. You take a shuddering breath. “I would never dare to question your wisdom.”

He shifts almost imperceptibly closer to you. “And yet-” He brings that accursed finger back up your sternum, tracing up your neck and ghosting over your jaw. “-is that not exactly what you’ve done by ignoring my directive?”

Kriff.

He passes the leather-wrapped digit over your lips, stroking the soft skin. “Nothing to say, pet?”

You drop your eyes again. “My most sincere apologies, Supreme Leader.”

His hum of approval reverberates in your chest. “I imagine they will be.” He applies the barest hint of pressure to your lips. “Open.”

You comply immediately, opening your mouth enough to allow his finger entrance. The leather tastes so different from his skin. He presses the thick digit inside, and doesn’t have to say a word as you begin to suck obediently. He adds a second finger and you can’t stifle your moan.

“Good girl.”

Two words. Just two words, hummed in that honeyed voice, and you can practically feel your arousal dripping down your thighs. You glance up once more.

He’s watching you, his pupils blown wide with arousal. Maker, you love his eyes. You can always read him through his eyes. He tries so hard to bury his emotions, but nothing can be hidden in their cinnamon depths. And right now, his eyes say that he’s about half a standard second away from losing what’s left of his famously little control.

Hmm. Time to have a little more fun.

You deliberately graze his fingers with your teeth, the leather of his glove supple under your bite.

His cheek twitches and you know instinctively he’s chewing on it. “You’re playing with fire, sweetheart,” he warns you.

Pulling your mouth off his fingers with a ‘pop’, you smile serenely up at him. “Whatever do you mean, Supreme Leader?”

“You know exactly what I mean,” he purrs, dragging his spit-soaked fingers along the edge of your jaw, his own clenched as he tries to keep himself in check. “Careful you don’t get burned.”

Your smile becomes less teasing, and more sincere. It’s okay, you think, knowing he’ll be able to feel your emotions. You never guard yourself around him. I trust you, Master.

There’s a split second when his eyes search yours; for permission, for acceptance, for confirmation of that trust that you hold in him and that he holds in you. It’s a breath of a moment, but he leaves his raw self exposed.

He’s affection starved, your Supreme Leader, even if he’ll never admit it. Deep inside, where even his former masters couldn’t reach, is that little boy he once was; still desperate to please and be praised by those too focused elsewhere to pay attention, and terrified of disappointing those who do. It breaks your heart that he’s spent his whole life feeling so alone.

Your dynamic fills that void in a way he feels safe with. It’s on his terms. He needs your adoration; needs your worship. He craves the affirmation. No more abandonment and fear from those he should be able to trust most; no more abuse and gaslighting at the hands of those who are supposed to guide him.

Just trust, and love. Pure, unconditional love.

He presses his lips to yours.

You whimper into his kiss, pressing a hand against his massive chest to steady yourself.

In the next moment, he scoops you up, pressing you against the window and hooking your legs around his waist. You yelp at the coolness of the transparisteel against your back, even through the sweater, but he swallows your cry as he plunders your mouth.

“Kylo,” you whimper when he lets you up for air, but he ignores you, sucking a line down your neck to your collarbone.

“Get this off,” he growls, tugging at the neckline of the sweater. “Or I’ll take it off for you, and it won’t survive the removal.”

You let go of his shoulders, grasping the hem of the top and practically ripping it over your head.

His mouth is on you in an instant, those plush lips teasing one nipple at a time through your lacy scrap of a bra.

“Maker!” you gasp, flinging the sweater in the general direction of the floor and bringing both hands to grip his hair. Frantic fingers twist his dark waves. You could write sonnets to his hair. “Kylo!”

You feel the clasp of your bra come undone. He rips his lips from your breasts, and with one barely-there flick of his fingers, the undergarment is on the floor next to the sweater.

“Did you just-” It’s next to impossible to smother your giggle when you realize what he’s done. “I can’t imagine the Force is meant to be used for that.”

Kylo ignores you, although you’re positive you can detect the barest hint of a blush on his ears. But then you’re not paying attention to his ears, as he’s sucked one of your nipples back into his mouth and is grazing it with his teeth. Your moan turns into a shriek when he hooks his arms under your legs and hefts you higher against the wall, so it’s easier for him to feast on your flesh.

He shifts your weight to one of his massive arms, that paw of a hand gripping the opposite flesh of your rear as he brings his other hand back up to your mouth. “Open,” he commands once more.

You take the two still-gloved fingers as deep in your mouth as you can, gagging slightly as he presses on the back of your tongue.

His dark chuckle is breathless. “Such an eager whore,” he murmurs against your chest, your answering whimper going straight to his cock. Pulling his hand back, he nips the skin at your collarbone at the same time he drags the fingers you’ve just drenched straight through your swollen folds below.

“Do you even deserve my fingers, Pet?” He smirks as you drop your head back and moan. “Such a wanton little thing you are.” He teasingly traces a circle around your clit with just a fingertip, satisfaction growing at the sound the movement elicits from you.

“Master,” you gasp.

Without warning, he twists you away from the window, carrying you with ease to his desk. When he drops into his chair, he’s unable to suppress a sharp intake of breath as he settles you on his lap and brings your core into direct contact with his cock, hard and throbbing beneath his trousers. The contrast of your nudity with his still-clothed body is intoxicating. He guides your hips to roll against him again, your moans simultaneous as your cunt makes slick the leather stretched taut over his arousal.

Already closer to his breaking point than he'd prefer to admit, Kylo clamps his teeth down on the inside of his cheek hard enough to break the skin, the pain working as usual to allow him to refocus his energy and reclaim control of his passions. Unhinged as his reputation is, there is part of his life the Supreme Leader rules with meticulous care- you.

He knows you love him, and you’ve declared time and again it’s unconditional and without reservation. Your submission is a gift he knows he will never truly be worthy of. Maker knows he adores you with every part of his long-shrouded heart. But the fear never leaves him. Decades of distrust and broken promises means he lives in terror of the day his tenuous temper snaps, and he horrifies you or, stars forbid, truly hurts you.

That dark voice lurking at the back of his mind teases him with a possibility somehow perversely worse than fear or injury: abandonment. That you’ll inevitably see him at his most honest; broken, contemptible. Unworthy.

He loathes himself all the more, because he knows if it comes to it, he couldn’t survive letting you go. He isn’t strong enough to endure the loss of the only light he still has.

Unaware of his internal torture, you grip the front of his gambeson and try to rock your pelvis against him, whining as you’re foiled by his hands still gripping your hips. “Master, please.”

Your voice jerks him back to reality, and your begging makes his cock twice as hard. “Something you desire, Pet?” he purrs, grateful you were too wrapped in lust to notice his momentary lapse.

“You, Master.” You can’t help a frustrated whimper as you try once more to undulate against him and are again prevented from doing so. “Please, Kylo, let me please you.”

He reburies his anguish, and smirks at you. “Very well.” He releases your hips. “Please me.”

As soon as he lets go, you’re sliding off his lap and on to your knees, scrambling to unhook his belt. He obligingly helps you open his trousers. You make quick work of the placket and draw out your prize, salivating as you pump his already-leaking cock.

He hisses as your mouth engulfs him. “Yes, just like that. What a good, good girl you are.”

A lewd moan escapes around his length as he fists his hands in your hair.

He doesn’t need to say another word. You can read it in his eyes, every filthy, dark thought as you bob your head on his shaft. How good it feels when you take his cock in your throat; that he knows exactly how hot and wet it makes you when he fucks your mouth; how knowing you’re waiting in his quarters to be used as his personal whore is the only thing that gets him through the day. You moan again, and one corner of his mouth twitches.

You know him well enough to recognize it as a smirk.

“As delightful as this is, Pet,” he finally sighs, a slight waiver to his voice the only indicator of how close you already have him to release, “there’s a different part of you I desire at this moment.”

Releasing his cock with a ‘pop’, you continue to stroke him with your hand as you beam up at him. “As you wish, Master.”

Your mouth and chin are wet with precum and spit. He drags his thumb through the mess and brings it to your lips, his cock jumping in your grasp as you wrap your tongue around the digit.

“Up,” he snaps.

Rising immediately, you can’t help your squeak as he spins you to face the desk and pulls you back onto his lap, impaling you on his cock with one hard thrust. You gasp, unable to cry out as all the air is expelled from your lungs. Your arms are wrenched behind you by invisible bonds, the posture thrusting your breasts out. You hear his low chuckle as he tweaks both nipples while simultaneously bucking his hips, eliciting a shriek from you.

Thick fingers twist into your hair, pulling you back until you're flush with his chest. His breath is hot against your ear as he snarls two words that have your cunt clenching in anticipation: “Ride me.”

No further encouragement is necessary. He works your body over as you rock in his lap, reducing you to a burbling mass of arousal. Releasing his grip on your hair, his hands make their way down your body, the leather feeling so kriffing good as he caresses every inch of you.

Plush lips drag against your jaw as he leans forward, pressing his chest closer against your back. He trails his fingers up your thighs while simultaneously dragging his teeth along your earlobe. The noise that escapes you is undignified at best, and positively libidinous at worst.

The bastard’s smirk is obvious against your heated skin. “My beautiful Empress,” he murmurs, licking a stripe up your neck.

You can’t suppress your panting as he nips at the sensitive spot just below your ear. “I’m not your Empress,” you manage, your voice breathy with arousal as you continue to move.

“Mmmmm.” Kylo hums as his right hand trails up your abdomen to gently cup your left breast, those elegant fingers plucky at your nipple and making you moan. “Not yet.”

“Oh.” You squeak as he latches on to your pulse point, his teeth scraping over your skin as he marks you. His other hand drops to your core, fingertips stroking your folds as deftly as a musician plays a hallikset. You cry out as he deliberately ignores your clit, but your cry becomes a gasp as he abruptly slaps the inside of your thigh. “Kylo!”

“Feel how wet you are, little whore.” He pulls his hand from your cunt and wipes your slick across your cheek. “Only the most depraved whores drip like this.” When he wraps the same hand around your throat, you sob in euphoric bliss. His chuckle is low. “Look at you, reduced to a needy slut who wants nothing more than to be filled by her Master.”

You can’t help but moan as he tightens his grip, the other hand on your breast squeezing hard.

“Speak, Pet.” His order is hissed in your ear, his breath hot on your skin. “Tell me how much you want my cock.”

“Need you, Master,” you gasp, deliciously light headed from the lack of oxygen. “Need you to- oh, Maker!- need you to fill me, need you to fuck m-me oh!”

A squeal erupts as he abruptly thrusts up, hard, and proceeds to set a brutal pace. Helpless to do anything but take what he gives you, all you can do is wail and enjoy the desperation in his movements.

When he stands and surges forward, shoving you against his desk while still buried in your swollen heat, it’s just enough to send you over the edge and you crash into your climax with a scream.

Over your shoulder, you hear Kylo tsk in admonishment. “Oh, princess,” he chides, as you feel your Force bonds tighten even more, “you know better than to cum without permission.”

With that, he shoves you forward, pressing your chest flat against the thermoplastic and using his knee to spread your legs. You willingly comply, relishing in his hiss as he pumps into your wet, waiting warmth. He finally releases your throat, and the sensation of your cunt clenching as you cough is too much for him. His pace becomes blistering, each thrust sending your pelvic bone into the edge of the desk; speech is now beyond your power, incoherent babble all that remains as he obliterates your cunt.

The lewd symphony of your coupling is punctuated by his growls and your cries. You can already feel the crest rising anew and you beg for salvation. “Master, please!”

He grips the back of your neck, anchoring your head, snarling as he takes you with rapid, deep thrusts. “Do you think now you'll be able to follow instructions?”

You nod frantically, trying desperately to stave off your orgasm. “Yes, Master!”

His voice is deeper than ever, trembling slightly as he uses your body to chase his own end. “Tell me, my little slut; who owns you?”

“You, Master!” You can’t hold back the shriek that erupts from your lips as you feel that subtle tickling of his powers against your clit.

The sounds you’re making have him right on the edge. “You’re mine, all mine,” he sneers as you cry out once more. “Say it.”

“Yours, Kylo,” you gasp. “I’m yours!”

“You need to cum again, sweet little Pet?” When you frantically nod, he fists your hair and yanks your head back. “Do it,” he hisses next to your ear. “Cum for me. Now.”

You explode around him, screaming your pleasure. His echoing roar is your only warning before he slams into you a final time, ripping himself from your heat and snatching your body off the desk. You land on your knees just in time to receive his spend, splashing across your face and chest as he pumps his length.

---

It takes several moments before you can even start to become aware of your surroundings once more. In that time, Kylo has bundled you in your favorite cozy blanket, and cradles you in his lap as he smooths your hair back and murmurs sweet words of praise. His seed still decorates your body, and you preen as you feel his hands, finally ungloved, gently rub it into your skin as one more claim of his ownership.

Your contented sigh is what alerts him to your consciousness, and he can’t help his proud smile as your eyes slowly flutter open, or the chaste and caring kiss he presses to your temple. “How are you feeling, princess?”

A beaming smile is his reward. “Wonderful,” you sigh, and then giggle. “And filthy, in the best possible way.”

“As requested,” he slyly teases.

You notice that sometime during your torpor, he’s shed his gambeson and trousers, replacing them with soft lounge pants and  the stolen sweater. Hooking your fingers over the neckline, echoing his own earlier actions, you tug gently. “Thief.”

He laughs, your favorite sound in the galaxy. “The Jawa calls the Ewok short.” Your answering eye roll elicits another chuckle and another brush of his lips. “Happy birthday, love,” he murmurs against your forehead.

“Thank you, Supreme Leader.” Your smile is soft as you raise your face, content when he understands the overture and leans down to press his lips to yours. A/N: Alexa, play "I Want Kylo Ren To Rail Me on a Desk" by Beyoncé or someone.

Likes and reblogs feed my dirty, dirty soul. I always want to tag mutuals but then I feel like that would be super presumptuous even though I love being tagged, so IDK I guess send me an ask if you want me to tag you in new writings?

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[sukirichi]

suki’s restaurant is now CLOSED! please read updates after the “keep reading” tab!

thank you for the milestone! it’s really such a huge gift to me since i just started posting jjk content here ten days ago (◕ᴗ◕✿) as a small token of appreciation, all requests are now open and there’s a variety of ingredients you can choose from!

masterlist !

meal guides:

🥞 breakfast - fics longer than 1k word counts

🍙 lunch (headcanons)

🍷 wine (nsfw content)

🍰 snack (timestamps, imagines & drabbles)

🍌 thirsts (ramble with me about our smexy thoughts!) for the brainrots

PLEASE READ:

— this event is officially closed. my asks are only open for the previous anons who i’ve asked to do a redo for any mistakes/restrictions in their previous orders.

— new requests will no longer be accepted. or maybe it will because i’m easily swayed with great ideas but it will no longer be part of the milestone event.

— my writing schedule is only during wednesdays, fridays, and the weekends. some works will be written in advance and scheduled to post daily (if possible.)

— please be patient! as you can see, i’ve got a lot of requests, and i really want your meals to be as pleasing and delicious as possible, so please please be patient. i’m training for med school and i’ve got other responsibilities too. if you want to decline a request if you can’t wait for it, that’s fine. 

— i’m human so...my mind can change any minute, and i could no longer be interested in a certain idea. if that happens, i’ll reply to your ask that i won’t be serving your meal anymore even if it’s here on the list below. it sounds kind of rude, but i wouldn’t want to write something i’m not interested in for the sake of pleasing others, because if i write something i don’t enjoy/am not that interested in anymore, then the meal won’t turn out as good had i been passionate for it. it’s going to be done out of forced productivity and the food might taste bad :<

— the last batch of accepted meals will be marked as ✿

— favorites will be marked as ★. because they’re the ideas i find most interesting and the ones i adore the most, they will take longer to be completed. i really want to give my ultimate best on that and just UNLEASH everything i have in me.

how to order!

✦ choose from the ingredients below

✦ choose your own sugar and spice!

✦ choose from the meal guides above! please specify if you want your request to be

✦ send in your request by dropping it on my ask box!

✦ be as descriptive as you want in your request, i want to make a good meal for you!

✦ example of how to order: 

— breakfast: ingredient 9 + sugar 1 for gojo 

— alternative: 9+1+1+song (optional) + dialogue of choice (optional)

— alternative:  breakfast with wine: ingredient 9 + sugar 1 + spice 1 for gojo

— optional: ingredient 9 + sugar 1 + spice 1 for toji + cookie “starboy by the weeknd” and “you wanna fuck me so bad”

ingredients : au (max of 2 picks!)

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

✦ sugar daddy au

✦ arranged marriage au

✦ accidental pregnancy au

✦ high school au

✦ university au

✦ med! student au / doctor! au

✦ lawyer au

✦ detective au

✦ ceo au

✦ sugar mommy au

✦ neighbours au

✦ bed sharing au

✦ roommates au

✦ co-workers au

✦ body swap au

✦ soulmate au

✦ fake dating au 

✦ marriage for convenience au 

✦ bodyguard au

✦ assassin au

✦ married au 

✦ love triangle au

✦ mutual pining au

✦ unrequited love au

✦ meet drunk au

✦ meet cute au

✦ siblings’ friend au

✦ friend’s sibling au

✦ established relationship au

✦ breakup au

✦ barista au / coffee shop au

✦ teacher x student au

✦ royalty au

✦ rentboy au 

✦ camboy/camgirl au

✦ ex au

✦ mistaken identity

✦ fuck buddies au

✦ bartender au

✦ tattoo artist au

✦ apocalypse au

✦ playboy au

✦ stoner au

✦ love at first sight au

✦ hate sex au

✦ sleepover au

✦ worthy opponent au

✦ age gap au

✦ loss of virginity au

✦ gangster au

✦ mafia au

✦ bet au

✦ rebound au

✦ drunk hookup au 

✦ bad boy good girl au

✦ amnesia au

✦ reincarnation au

✦ one of them is famous 

✦ one of them doesn’t know the other exists

✦ one of them is oblivious 

✦ one of them is taken already 

✦ polar opposites au

✦ met at the subway au

✦ library au

✦ football player au

✦ canon au (jjk canon)

✦ send me your own au!

sugar: tropes (max of 2 picks!)

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

✦ best friends to lovers

✦ enemies to lovers

✦ lovers to enemies

✦ strangers to lovers

✦ mutual pining 

✦ unrequited love

✦ forbidden relationship

✦ partners in crime

✦ slow burn

✦ send me your own trope!

spice: (for nsfw requests) (max of 3 picks!)

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

— here are the kinks/sexual content i’m comfortable writing about. there’s still a lot of kinks idk about so if it’s not here, please feel free to include the spice in the ask!

✦ breeding kink

✦ size kink

✦ stockholm syndrome

✦ age play

✦ agoraphilia (public place kink)

✦ somnophilia (consensual sex where the other is asleep)

✦ breath play

✦ dumbification

✦ cum play

✦ begging kink

✦ praising kink

✦ thigh riding

✦ collaring

✦ face sitting

✦ 34+35

✦ dacryphilia

✦ disciplining

✦ dirty talking

✦ exhibitionism

✦ role playing

✦ gagging

✦ watersports

✦ send me your own kink!

cherry on top : characters

CROSSED OUT OPTIONS MEANS IT’S NO LONGER AVAILABLE

— characters i can write anything for (nsfw & sfw)

: gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, fushiguro toji, choso, noritoshi kamo, ryoumen sukuna, nanami kento, okkotsu yuta

— characters i can only write sfw for

: itadori yuuji, inumaki toge

— characters i want to write for but don’t think i can write well (nsfw & sfw)

: suguru geto, naoya zenin

— characters i’m MOST eager to write simp for

: fushiguro toji, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, choso, naoya zenin

additional cookie!

✦ send me a song as a story inspo!

✦ send me your dialogue! (ex. “shut up and kiss me.”)

restaraunt rules : please read!

— i do not write about yandere, stalker, pregnant! reader (unless it’s still until the early age where the belly is still small), non-con, and heavily canon requests 

— nsfw content i won’t write about: period sex, blood play, temperature play, pegging, male characters dressing up as female, monster fucking (sorry, sukuna won’t be getting four arms if you want nsfw for him), bestiality, incest, hypnosis (non-con related)

— not exactly a restriction, but please keep in mind that y/n is still a character for me as the writer. i may or may not add in features that even though isn’t explicit, could be something not suitable for everyone. phrases like, “he peered down at her” sounds neutral enough, but could still be implied that the reader is shorter than the anime character. it’s difficult to write a 100% neutral fic that won’t imply appearance one way or another. if i’ve written anything offensive/upsetting, feel free to tell me about it. i’ll do my best to keep it neutral.

— the reader will always be female bodied in nsfw content

— please be patient! i want to write fics the requester enjoys so i’m going to take my time in preparing your meal!

— i may or may not cook your meal 100% according to your request. depending on my comfort upon the idea, i may have to tweak a detail or two.

— i can refuse your request if i don’t want to write about it for personal or other reasons. i’ll let you know beforehand.

— wine will take longer to be served!

— i will announce if a trope/au/character is no longer open for requests. i feel like some ingredients will be quite common amongst requesters and i don’t want to write for the same thing over and over again. same goes in the manner that if you have a similar request to another, it’ll be fused into one idea/meal.

— if your request contains offensive/uncomfortable content, i won’t even respond back to you. i’ll immediately delete your ask.

— if you still don’t get or are confused by the guides, send me an ask! i’ll happily guide you!

— this event is now closed. i will temporarily be closing my ask box so i don’t get flooded. i’ll open it again tonight for anyone who has questions or just want to drop a message!

hmm...i’m still not sure how to order for my meal.

✧ what if the story/scenario i want isn’t included in the choices above?

— as i’ve stated, please feel free to request whatever you want! the choices are there to give people an idea what they’d like to see, but if it’s not there, you can still request for it as stated in the “send me an au/trope/kink you want!”

✧ what if i don’t have any ingredient, spice, or sugar i want but a song inspo anyway?

— that’s also fine, but it would be preferred if you’re descriptive so your meal could be delivered better and faster. in this case though, i’ll just have to get creative!

✧ what if i want more than one character in the request?

— having others included in the request is fine, but as much as possible, i can only write a maximum of two main characters (the reader excluded)

✧ what if i want to request for the ones you want to write for but you don’t think you can pull it off well?

— just a heads up! i would love to write for them, but because i’m not entirely caught up in the manga, the characters mentioned above aren’t ones i know very well yet. 

✧ not exactly regarding the meal, but i’ve sent you requests from last week. would you still be writing them?

— i’ve received several requests when my bio states that requests are closed. however, because the ideas are actually really precious and i know i’d have fun writing them, i’d still write about them. i just cannot guarantee you’ll receive your meal soon since my requests were closed when you sent them. 

UPDATES:

Day One: breeding kink, size kink, thigh riding, married au, best friends to lovers is NO LONGER AVAILABLE.

Day Two: established relationship au, mutual pining, dumbification, and gojo satoru is NO LONGER AVAILABLE. to the asks that were received before this update, you may check on the requests accepted whether you made it to the cut or not. i’ll update this later. the restaurant will also reach out to you if one of your requested ingredients/spice/sugar/cherry on top did not make the cut. my asks are still open, so please tweak your requests a little bit to what is available! 

Day Two Update 2: Restaurant is CLOSED! spice 6 (somnophilia) is also no longer available! Check the requests accepted to see if you’ve made the cut, the latest and last accepted requests will be marked as ✿! 

requests accepted:

✦ fushiguro megumi

megumi really likes reader and gojo, yuuji, nobara helps him confess

shy megumi who is really flustered and shy around his crush  meals fused into one. read here: not shy

★🥞🍷 40 (tattoo artist au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 2,12,13 (size kink, praise kink, thigh riding) + reader is shorter than megumi and isn’t shy read here: work of art

(★🥞🍷 5 (university au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 12, 3 (praise kink, stockholm syndrome) + virgin megumi) i’ve been outlining this for days but idk...i just can’t seem to form something out of it. i still have it saved but idk if i can still finish, i’ll try my best though.   it’s just challenging to write, sorry :( MEAL UNAVAILABLE

🥞 + 33 (royalty au) + 1 (best friends to lovers)

🍷 + 27 (siblings’ friend au) + 1, 11, 19 (breeding kink, dumbification, dirty talking) + feral megumi (feral megumi supremacy) read here: unstoppable

🥞 + 3, 38 (accidental pregnancy, fuck buddies au) + childhood friends to lovers + baby moments with father! megumi MEAL ORDER 9 & 7 FUSED read here: happy little accidents

★ vampire au + 55 (reincarnation au) + 6 (somnophilia) + vampire markings + blood drinking + nursing megumi...or him nursing you? hmm? (STRUGGLE PAANIK) read here: scarlet

✿ 🍰🍷 23, 38 (mutual pining au, fuck buddies au) might fuse it with request 7  MEAL ORDER 9 & 7 FUSED read here: happy little accidents

✦ nanami kento

jealous nanami with oblivious reader + gojo annoying nanami making nanami confess read here: a little push

comfort & angst fic where reader dates gojo but gojo cheats so she breaks down, leaves him, and nanami comforts reader  it’s too difficult for me to write sorry :(

★🥞 + 33 (royalty au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) read here: violet

🥞🍷 + 21 (married au) +  4 (strangers to lovers) + 2, 12 (size kink, praising kink) MEAL U

🥞🍷 + 23 (mutual pining au) + 1 (best friends to lovers) + 1 (breeding kink) read here: like crashing waves

ingredient 6 (med! student au / doctor! au)  + sugar 7 (forbidden relationship) + spices 12 (praising kink) + dacryphilia read here: overtime

✦ noritoshi kamo

fem!dom reader where nori defends his wife from the elders so she gives him the best night + blowjobs + overstimulation + sub! househusband nori + tit sucking spspss (MEAL UNAVAILABLE)

🍷 + 18 (marriage for convenience au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 18 (disciplining)

🥞 + 21 (married au) + 1,13 (breeding kink, thigh riding) meals fused into one, breeding kink is no longer included | read here: i know

🥞🍷 + 20, 58 (assassin! reader, oblivious! noritoshi) + 13 (thigh riding) + love at first sight + “wait, are you flirting with me?” + “have been since the beginning, thanks for finally noticing.” (BIG BRAIN ENERGY) read here: illusion

✦ gojo satoru

serotonin boost for that lovely anon gojo simp 9487 (i’m going to make this special for you because i love you anon) i was thinking maybe gojo comforts his uni!student s/o? just fluff and some cutesy tootsy to relieve your stress! MEAL FUSED WITH SEVEN

Tokyo by Leat’eq + ice cream shop! au with limited cat themed ice cream, you need to wear cat ears to go order + “nyaa!” read here

🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) read here: divine

🥞🍷  + 29 (established relationship au) + 5 (mutual pining) no longer included + 6 (somnophilia) + fused with other request that isn’t listed here read here: sweet angel

✿ 🥞🍷 + 29 (established relationship au) + 12,15 (praising kink, face sitting) + reader runs into awful ex and gets worshipped by gojo like they deserve (queen tingz) + gojo comfort read here: breathless

(✿ 🥞🍷 + 12 (bed sharing au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 19 (dirty talk) + magdalena bay : killshot + jujutsu tech goes on a trip, gojo and reader ends up sharing rooms and a twin bed)  i’ve been outlining this for days but idk...i just can’t seem to form something out of it. i still have it saved but idk if i can still finish, i’ll try my best though.   it’s just challenging to write, sorry :( MEAL UNAVAILABLE

★✿ 50,1 (mafia au, sugar daddy au) + spice 8,12 (dumbification, praising kink) wow butterfly anon POPPED OFF | read here: earned it

✿ 33 (royal au) + 5 (mutual pining) + 11 (praising kink) read here: fall from grace

✦ choso my MAN

Tokyo by Leat’eq + ice cream shop! au with limited cat themed ice cream, you need to wear cat ears to go order + “nyaa!” + flustered choso + “onii-chan” read here

★🥞 + 17, 34 (fake dating, rentboy au) + 2 (enemies to lovers) + optional wine read here: easy

soulmate au + forbidden relationship MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✦ inumaki toge

🥞 + 15 (body swap au) + 1 (best friends to lovers) read here: total opposites

🥞 + 10 (sugar mommy au) + 4 (strangers to lovers) BIG BRAIN ENERGY THIS ONE (STRUGGLE PAANIK)  it’s too difficult for me to write sorry :(

★🥞 + 64 (canon au) + 5 (mutual pining) + sensitive first kiss with inumaki, them trapped in a room + yuuji as matchmaker uwu + WALL PIN KISS YES SIR + basically hot af inumaki...debating whether i should turn into wine HMMM read here: delicate

✦ naoya zenin 🙄

naoya putting reader back in their place, LONG SCHLONG CLUB read here: acquainted

✿ deity au + virgin sacrifice for naoya + reader with worship kink (DAMN THIS ONE GOT ME TINGLING, its going to be consensual tho, we all have consent kink in this house) read here: true gift

✦ okkotsu yuta 

🍷 + 53 (bad boy good girl au) + 8,10 (dumbification) read here: good for you

★🥞🍷 + 65 (both are oblivious) + 5,9 (mutual pining, slow burn) + 6,9,16 (somnophilia, cum play, 34+35) MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✿ 🥞🍷 58, 65 (one of them is oblivious, hanahaki disease on reader) + 5,9 (mutual pining, slow burn) + 12 (praising kink + cockwarming) + clumsy first time sex MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✦ itadori yuuji 

🥞 + 21 (married au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) (STRUGGLE PAANIK) it’s too difficult for me to write sorry :( MEAL UNAVAILABLE

✦ toji fushiguro

★✿ toxic toji YES + enemies to greater enemies + toji railing reader in front of someone they’re seeing because he doesn’t want to see you happy but he doesn’t want to “keep” you either (LOL this is so toji, might tweak a little bit) read here: personal disaster

age gap au + size kink, somnophilia read here: shhh

✦ ryoumen sukuna

🥞 + 2 (arranged marriage) + 2 (enemies to lovers) read here: black magic

55 (reincarnation au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) no longer included + unrequited love + home from war inspired read here: home from war: the ending

✿ 🍷 + 38 + master x servant + degrading, edging, begging (oooh degrading aint my kink but let’s see let’s see) MEAL UNAVAILABLE

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #gojo satoru x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #itadori yuuji x reader #choso x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #nanami kento x reader #naoya zenin x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #inumaki to/ge x reader #inumaki toge #goho satoru #ryoumen sukuna x reader #sukuna x reader #suguru geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen headcanons

[lydias--stiles]

6 for juke?

KISS PROMPTS (closed) 6. Wild, breathless kisses brought on by a heartfelt gift

(canon)  Julie and Luke’s relationship was very easy. They did it their way - their own, quintessential ‘Luke and Julie’ way - and more didn’t need to be explained. It was so unconventional, that trying to twist it into something regular was obsolete. 

Loving each other was easy. It was easy to love the way dimples adorned his cheeks and the way her nose scrunched up when she sang, when he matched that as they shared a mic. It was easy to fawn over her voice or every impassioned speech that spouted from his lips. Easy, like breathing. How could she not love him when each time they kissed, he interrupted to grin like an idiot? How could he not be head over heels for her when she always gravitated towards him, whether it was onstage, in the studio, in her room?  

All the other stuff was just a fun exercise in ghost-human shenanigans. 

Barely stepping foot in the studio, Luke poofed in front of her and scooped her into a hug. Julie giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck to keep her up, giddy smiles meeting in the middle for a chaste kiss. 

“So eager,” she teased.

“Always.”

Alex gagged from his place on the couch. “Yeah, we’re still here, guys.”

Reg shushed him. “They’re in love! Let them!”

With a roll of the eye, Luke set her down and allowed himself to be tugged by the hand out the studio. He didn’t know if they were going to her room to continue, to write, to talk - but it didn’t matter. Wherever Julie was, he’d follow. 

The Luke and Julie way. 

It was a bit of everything, he quickly realised. When the door shut behind them, the couple flowed between kisses, whispers about lyrics they’ve thought of, anecdotes of school. If he concentrated hard enough, he was able to imagine himself as a real boy. As an actual teenage dude being so fucking gone for a girl. Which he was, he just couldn’t remind himself he was, essentially, air.

As long as Julie didn’t care, neither would he. 

They laid side by side on her bed, peering into the other’s eyes as he recounted a story from back in the 90s. He didn’t do that a lot. It was weird to talk about the past, a time that didn’t include Julie, when it felt like she’s always somehow been there. 

She was so all-encompassing, it was as if he drifted in some Julie-bubble and couldn’t get out. Didn’t want to either. Alex called it the honeymoon phase, though Luke suspected it was a little more than that.

While he joked about Reggie’s misplaced obsession with motorcycles (“That dude and electricity? Not a match.”), he relished in the way her nails traced shapes and lines up his arms and hands. It almost felt like a massage, sparking warmth in his veins and relaxing his muscles at once.

They wrapped around his fingers, rubbing against the callouses and gliding past the silver rings, as if to memorise each and every atom of his body.    

He didn’t know what spurred it on. One second he was talking, the next he coaxed her hip closer ‘til they were chest to chest. She stopped her ministrations, surprised, and waited for him to explain. 

When he didn’t, she smiled. “Head empty, just needing me closer?”

He laughed, vaguely remembering the day Flynns showed the boys the meme, and nodded. “Yeah, and-”

And that was when he knew. The way her fingertips tapped against the metal, stilled, then laced their hands together. How the silver had glinted in her pretty, brown eyes, intent on his to get every detail of the story.

“-and I want you to, uh,” his eyes averted, bashful, “have one of my rings. If you want that.”

“Your rings?” she whispered. 

“We know you can wear my stuff,” he mumbled, noting the red jacket slung on her desk chair, “so… yeah.”

Julie was speechless, something he didn’t often see. There was always a quick retort, a quip, some witty little thing that drove him wild and challenged his own skills. Seeing her like this… he could get used to it. 

Taking out his hand from beneath hers, he chose the one he liked the most. It was chunky and probably a little too big for her, but she’d make it work. Not one to hesitate, he slipped it on her middle finger and was pleased when it fit snug. 

“Looks a little funny,” he drawled, winking, “but-”

Julie silenced him with a searing kiss. His eyes widened for a beat, surprised by the ardent passion enveloped in one single touch, and melted into it the second after. God, if he could drown in everything that made up Julie, he would. 

His lips hardly kept up, hers chasing and kissing and leading as her hands cradled his cheeks. Somehow, she crawled on top and he found himself in heaven. 

Damn, he should’ve given her his rings sooner. 

Driven wild, he pushed himself up and grabbed onto her to gain some control. She giggled against his lips, the sound coming out in breathless puffs. If he were to look in a mirror, he’d see his mussed up hair and swollen lips and flushed skin. 

(He kept his eyes on her though, adoring the way her curls danced around her face and her mouth was puckered into a tender smile.)  

Luke let out a ragged exhale. “Some piece of metal gets you going?”

Julie shook her head and kissed him again, softer this time. It burned just the same.

“I love you,” she uttered, every letter laced with devotion.

A ridiculously giddy expression bloomed on his face. Swiping his thumbs against her cheek and waist, he realised he’d never get tired of hearing that. 

“And I love the ring,” she added. The unsaid implication hung between them, neither interested in voicing it. There wasn’t a need for it - not right now (maybe not ever). 

But both knew. That was what mattered. 

“I love you too - and damn, Jules!” He mockingly swiped his palm against his mouth. “If you have a crush on me, you should’ve just said so!”

The girl rolled her eyes and pushed his chin in retaliation, him swivelling right back with a dopey grin.        

“The joke’s getting old,” she quipped. 

His tongue clicked. “Is it though?”

When she didn’t respond and instead rolled her eyes again, he abruptly snatched her hips and rolled them over. Julie squealed in surprise, yelling ‘Luke’ and ‘idiot’ in the same breath and him enjoying every second of it. Her hand curled around his shirt, the ring on full display, and pulled him closer. He felt it again. That unending pool of fondness for her, becoming more infinite with each second spend together. He loved her, he loved her, loved her, loved her more than she knew. 

Yeah, the Luke and Julie way of loving one another was surprisingly easy.

#juke #kiss prompts #jatp fanfiction #ask ophelia

[ladyloveandjustice]

Belated Spring 2020 Anime Overview: My Next Life as Villainess

For the Spring 2020 anime season, I mostly watched continuations of shows I was already into. The one new show I did pick up was My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom!

My Next Life as a Villainess: All Routes Lead to Doom! follows Katerina Claes, a spoiled young noble girl deviously scheming to win the heart of a prince- oh wait, never mind, she hit her head and remembered her past life! Turns out she’s an eighteen year old Japanese otaku chick who died and got reincarnated as the villainess in her favorite otome game. 

If you don’t feel like reading the wiki article, an otome game is basically a female- targeted dating sim where you play as a blank slate main character and date a bunch of pretty boys (and sometimes girls, but usually only if you go outside the mainstream ones), unlocking their backstories and collecting all the romantic endings.

Having played this game, Katarina is well aware that the Villainess character- who constantly tries to interfere with the game’s heroine and whichever boy she’s pursuing- is either exiled or killed in all of the games endings. And now she IS that villainess, living in the world of the game and all its characters! Does that mean she’s doomed to a horrible fate? What’s a girl to do?

Well, if you’re Katarina, what you do is be supportive and kind to the people around you and in doing so accidentally get every single character in the game to fall in love with you. And yes, this includes all the boys the heroine is supposed to date, the other female romantic rivals the heroine is faced with and the game’s heroine herself.

That’s right, we finally got us some bisexual romantic comedy hijinx last anime season, my friends! My Next Life as a Villainess was the delightful little show I really escaped into during these anxious pandemic times . All these girls casually falling in love with Katarina without it being treated as ‘weird’ was what particularly drew me to this show and warmed my gay little heart to see. It was honestly the perfect fluffy, low stress watch during these high stress times.

Anime has long been oversaturated with ‘harem’ stories- where a usually unwitting protagonist somehow gets a bevy of beauties in love with them- but it’s still unfortunately really unusual to see bisexual harems, especially ones with a girl at the center, so right away there’s a big draw to this story that helps it stick out from the rest.  (And worry not, the story is largely focused on Katarina having fun with these pals-who-are-not-so-secretly-in-love-with-her, rather than having a ton the dubious shenanigans you see in more sexually charged tales.)

Harem protoganists also famously tend to have the personality of potatoes, being so painfully bland it’s unclear why so many people would fall in love with them in the first place. But that definitely not the case for Katarina. She’s brash, ridiculous, kind and INCREDIBLY dense, and that for a pretty dynamic combination in this setting! She does genuinely come off as a fun person to be around. Unlike a lot of modern isekai shows, she doesn’t stumble into having incredible magic powers or skills, so her compassion is genuinely her greatest strength and what saves the day and wins hearts time and time again.

Katarina’s five brain cells doing their weekly check-in

(The moment she won my heart was when she responded to a tragic Frozen style situation with her friend locking himself away from people because he believed his magic was dangerous by taking an axe to his door. My kinda girl!)

The premise also allows for some plausible built-in reasons for the characters to take such special notice of Katarina- having been raised in a different world, she isn’t beholden to all the social rules, class divisions and noble family drama all the other kids in this very specific midevial-esque fantasy world are so embroiled in. This combined with her naturally earnest, accepting and straightfoward nature means she’s able to cross boundaries and reach out to them in a way they aren’t accustomed to. She was significant in each character’s life because she genuinely was the first to show them acceptance and affection without pretense, if only because she isn’t even aware there was supposed to be a pretense.

Katarina’s focus on trying not to die and her fear she’s going to meet the same fate as the villainess in the game also at least gives some kind of a basis to her comical obliviousness to everyone being in love with her. She assumes that everyone has to be into Maria (the heroine) and terrified of her because that’s how the game GOES okay, that’s CANON! Of course, this logic stretches thin as time goes on and it would be abundantly clear to most people that things have diverged greatly from the game’s storyline, but the show makes it clear that Katarina’s determined, one track mind is as much a gift as a curse. 

Her bullheadedness when it comes to picking up how everyone REALLY feels about her is an intentional gag on the show’s part and even her love interests are well aware of what a colossal dumbass she is and not afraid to point it out!

My Next Life as a Villainess isn’t without its flaws, and the personalities/backstories of some of the ‘love interests’ Katarina gathers may be a stumbling block on some- mostly the male ones.  Geordo, “the black hearted prince” has a bit of the “ possessive shoujo bad boy” archetype about him, and though he’s far from the worst that genre of love interest has to offer (there’s not much bad he can get up to due to Katarina’s obliviousness, the lighthearted nature of the show, and his rivals constantly getting in his way), the way he refuses to break Katarina and his engagement off despite her repeatedly asking him to, as well as some of his lines here and there, are definitely NOT cute. 

Keith is Katarina’s adopted brother, but clearly has a thing for her too. On one hand, they only first met when they were nine and he fell for her pretty immediately. On the other hand, he still refers to her as “sister” constantly which is kinda eesh. 

The other two guys are all right- Nicol’s big thing is he’s inexpressive and doesn’t talk much which, considering show doesn’t spend much time inside his head, doesn’t make him a very interesting character in the ensemble (maybe he comes across better in the novels) but there’s nothing wrong with him. Alan is undoubtedly the Best Boy in my book. He’s another common trope- rambunctious and competitive with Katarina but clearly soft for her- but he’s done well and they have a lot of cute moments together.

I find the girl love interests to be a much more interesting group overall, though this may be my obvious bias talking. Sophia has the strongest connection to Katarina, their backstories being intertwined in a surprising and touching way (I’m told in the novels her affection for Katarina was treated as more platonic, but the anime definitely plays it up as having romantic elements). Maria’s original role as the game’s heroine puts her in the most interesting position (and would make her the most narratively satisfying choice of love interest, if the show was actually interested in choosing). And while Mary is comically tenacious in her pursuit of Katarina, she’s doesn’t ever act ‘sinister’ or overstep boundaries in the way Geordo does, her “scheming” only really amounting to straightforwardly asking if Katarina wants to ditch her fiance and run away with her. 

As I mentioned, one thing that really contributes to My Next Life as a Villainess being a relaxing watch is that the queer characters are treated with casual acceptance. Mary in particular isn’t subtle about her crush on Katarina, but nobody bats an eye at her and she’s completely open and comfortable with herself too. The observing maid notes that the girls are in love with Katarina with the same bland affect as when she notes she notes the guys are. And while the social practices of the nobles are pretty heteronormative- girls are always engaged in arranged marriages to guys, the guys are expected to dance with the girls (something Mary complains about!)- there’s apparently a booming queer romance novel industry that inspires our young wlw.

Katarina, having grown up in a different world, seems to be the one most prone to heteronormativity of her group. She never really considers  that a girl would ever fall in love with her, but is also never hostile to the idea. It’s telling that when Mary very clearly indicates her desired romantic partner would be a girl, Katarina’s the only one that gets tripped up and has to walk back her assumption that Mary would be talking about a guy. 

Mary LAYING DOWN THE LAW

Also, Katarina has  SEVERAL “she’s so cute! My heart is beating faster!” moments with the other girls, on par in frequency with her moments with the guys. This strongly hints she’s an oblivious bisexual disaster.

So, My Next Life as Villainess is a fun, frothy watch and the rare positive example of silly wish-fufillment that’s inclusive to a wlw audience. But is the actual plot good, or remotely complex? The answer to that is no, the plot is fairly predictable and one definitely shouldn’t got into this story expecting a deep examination of the nature of fate or anything like that.There’s no real explanation of big reason as to why why Katarina was reborn into this game world and so on.

 The antagonist that does eventually emerge plays off otome game tropes a bit, but ultimately isn’t that interesting or built up all that well. . The attempts at drama the show makes towards the end fall a little flat, especially since it tends to rely on very-late-in-the-game-exposition-dumps (dark magic isn’t even MENTIONED as existing in this world until like, the second to last episode where it becomes relevant and we get a vague infodump explaining its mechanics). The conflict honestly almost feels shoehorned in and the climax is pretty standard and doesn’t really utilize the big cast of characters all that well

But in the end, that’s okay! The show makes it abundantly clear from the beginning it’s not here to be Deep, but to be some silly fun. And it really fulfills that purpose well, from it’s catchy, peppy theme tune to its consistently warm tone. It MAY get repetitive at times for some, and I do have some quibbles- like how I found the childhood segments to be some of the shows best material and wish we could have stayed in that section for a bit instead of rushing through it, how I wish Katarina had kept her cute little scar, etc- but overall, it was definitely the soothing balm I needed during a very rough time and I absolutely recommend it if you’re looking for a chill, feel-good watch.

 And hey, a second season’s supposed to be on the way too, so there’s something to potentially look forward to!

#my next life as a villainess #my next life as a villianess all routes lead to doom #destruction flag otome #otome gemu no hametsu furagu shika nai akuyaku reijo ni tensei shiteshimatta #anime overview #katarina claes #catarina claes #my reviews #spring 2020 anime

[merlinssaggyyfronts]

its canon gwen and leon went looking for frogs at night as children right?? which means elyan obviously went with them too mhm? SO

gwen was a master at frog hunting. she got so many that the bucket she was carrying them in overflowed and the trio had to hunt them all down cuz the frogs got loose in leons house (this happened on more than one occassion, they never got caught once,,, if you forget the True Loves Kiss incident)

you must be wondering, op, whats the true loves kiss incident? well my dear child, the true loves kiss incident was when leons mother caught leon with two frogs, and no gwen and elyan with him.

leons mom: son, why do you have two frogs in your hands?

leon, age twelve: uh- mother! this is, uh... gwen and elyan! yes, theyve been turned into frogs by an evil sorcerer and i must turn them back!

leon’s mom who knows full well those are random ordinary frogs: ...and how do you plan on doing that?

leon: ,,true loves kiss?

leons mom: what.

leon proceeded to explain the lore behind the curse of the lady and the frog (or in this case, the servants and the squire) and true loves kiss and the (and more importantly how it was a planotic kiss, cuz romantic kisses are gross and cooties)

gwen and elyan were sitting in an alcove right next to them and heard the whole thing (and still tease him relentlessly about it)

gaius: it seems sir gwaine has been turned into a frog

elyan: heh hey leon why dont you give him the true loves kiss hmm

leon: i-

gwen: oh stop bullying the poor guy, elyan

leon: thank you guinevere-

gwen: it would have to be a platonic true loves kiss remember? sir leon wouldnt want to get cooties after all

leon: i hate you

leon is also pretty good at frog hunting (though not as good as gwen). he often times teamed up with elyan to get half as many frogs as gwen did. hes fallen off cliffs and basicaly died on numerous occassions while on the frog adventures, and gwen swears his heart stopped one too many times during those occassions (they eventually grew desensitised when leon would momentarily die then come back to life, often times playing a game of ‘who can find the coolest looking leaf’ while they wait for leon to rise from the dead once again)

leon is somewhat sad his friends dont seem to be concerned when he dies and comes back (ofc they are, its just that ignoring it out instead of thinking of you actually dying hurts bro), but atleast sometimes he gets to keep the coolest leaf they find as a “thanks for not dying“ gift, so hes content

elyan eats the frogs.

just fucking swallows those little slimy things whole. almost dies every time, but his 10 year old self swears it was worth it (and so does his older, knightly self, thank you very much). hes learned from leon to spit at god in the face and cheat death! (leon: elyan no- // gwen: ELYAN YES)

sometime after gwen became morganas maid, morgana started joining them to skip out on dinners with uther. elyan is quick to object since 1. shes a noble (“leon doesnt count cuz, yknow; hes leon” “hey!”) and 2. shes a girl (“gwen also doesnt count cuz shes *gags* gwen” “i will stab you, lil man”)

his objections are very quickly pushed aside when he sees morgana almost eat a bright red (and incredibly poisonous) frog like it was an apple to prove her superiority to him. (it worked, and he is forever in awe, and wants to actually see morgana eat said frog but gwen and leon were so terrified of accidentally killing the kings ward and getting beheaded that maybe, just maybe, he’d keep it to himself)

morganas a PRO at frog hunting. maybe it comes from her training with arthur and the knights (“but im literally a knight” “shut up leon let me have my moment”), or maybe its cuz shes just good at everything she does, but shes GOOD good.

when they get into pairs to play games (yes they do other things too, sometimes the frogs are just too boring) morgana and gwen would pair up and basically always win so they made a rule to not let those two pair up.

it was a tie at first cuz obviously they only have four people so itd be 2 against 2. the dealbreaker was arthur who chose leon and elyans side purely to dwindle morganas chances to spend time with her crush (“you spend time with her every day! whats some game pairing gonna do?” “im in love with her arthur! we need chemistry! bonding! teaming up and beating up whiny little idiots like you!” “whaT DID YOU JUST CALL ME-“)

arthur joined in once.... emphasis is once. elyan kept giving him dirty looks cuz hes the bloody prince and thus a major arse and at one point convinced him to eat a poisonous worm to prove his manliness (“elyan why would you attempt to assassinate the prince?!” “it was FUNNY OKAY-“), and wouldve died if it werent for the fact they were close enough to gaius’ chambers to be able to revive him.

he was basically banned from going with them ever again (“see this is why we dont go to gaius when leon dies!” “shut up and help me find a cool leaf, elyan”)

random detail: the buckets they’d use are faded green (morgana supplied with the dye- they used to be buckets with metal frog eyes and legs molded onto them (curtesy of our favourite blacksmith children of course).

they stopped going frog hunting as they got older and thus gained more responsibilities, but there were occassions where they’d go.

one of which being elyan running away. on that same night, leon downright ran to gwens house as soon as he heard (and was finished with his duties), frog buckets in his hands. on the outside it did look pretty weird cuz why is a knight of camelot carrying some tiny frog buckets, but leon doesnt care. gwen needed cheering up cuz his brother was a lil shit and hes supplying it. (“dont you have patrol today?” “its in the knights code to be loyal, gwen. im showing my loyalty to you by dragging you froghunting to cheer you up!” “...isnt it also in the knights code to be honest? how did you get out of patrol?” “....um.”)

another occassion was when arthur became crown prince (more specifically after the whole tristan du bois incident) and was basically dragged a crossbow-point to go frog hunting with them (‘them’ being leon and morgana, cuz apparently gwen and merlin had some business to attend to (much to both morgana and arthurs dismay).

sometimes, when the world feels like its caving in on them, leon and gwen like to go frog hunting together. they’d reminisce about the time morgana beat up a badger to defend gwens honor, or the time arthur (who sneaked out with them that one other time) accidentally kebab’d three different toads, or that time elyan wore gwens dress to prove it wasnt that hard to run in dresses (it was. he failed miserably and sprained his ankle)

or they’d just sit by a stream where leon died once, and mourn the members of their little group and what fate brought them.

#id just like to say that elyan arthur and morgana are froghunting together in avalon :’) #sometimes gwaine and lancelot joins them #ive had this on my mind for a LONG time #bbc merlin hc #merlin hc #merlin headcanon #prompt? #idk man #merlin prompts #bbcm #guinevere #sir leon #sir elyan #morgana pendragon #arthur pendragon #guinevere pendragon #bbc merlin #morgwen #merthur #headcanon #frogs