#patience darlings

[mafaldaknows]

Patience, darlings. These things take time.

#they’re playing the long game #patience darlings #these things take time #the longest long game #mafalda needs popcorn #tales from the charmiesphere

[taydraws2much]

@/clownsuu Mob AU got me in a chokehold.. I love their designs sm!!

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home mob au #wally darling #I made so many doodles of this au with my ocs but I can't show em yet cuz ya'll dont know who they are #patience is a virtue they say-

[leapdayowo]

Yippee! I finally finished it :D

Tasty colors oh my! Them <3

#welcome home #wally darling #sally starlet #eddie dear #poppy partridge #frank frankly #julie joyful #Welcome home snatched all my ability to focus on anything else #I just want to paint and draw but I have school work :( #also disappointed to see the fandom already divided and going hay wire #Pls use kindness and compassion :) #and patience too #genuinely go out and touch grass I know it’s used in a mean way but it does help :) #watercolor #traditional art #my art

[write-it-motherfuckers]

#stop the queue! #if you're seeing this then I've fucked something up. Please be patient while I unfuck it #thank 🖤 #UPDATE IN TAGS #editing the tags of a premade post because the internet won't let me make a new one with my current internet speed #the rude/shifty service personel left abruptly this morning but the internet is even worse than before #and several people are claiming their phone lines are down too #I still have some service on my mobile if I stand in the right spot #so I'm going to call the phone company today and see when the hell is going on #thank you for your patience thus far Darlings. Please bear with me

[bucketsofmonsters]

A Proper Etiquette request based on this prompt from @scatter-mind001: (Reader is nervous about initiating intimacy but wants to work up the courage but doesn’t know how to express it properly, so, throughout the day, she tries to drop hints to snuggle times, but then butterflies take over and she runs away and Rygel’s sexual frustration just builds up and eventually explodes and reader is like, “I just wanted cuddles but this is better.”)

Cw: anxiety, dry humping, size difference, allusions to sexual content but it fades to black pretty fast

word count: 1k

Adjusting had been hard. Rygel had never pushed you, let you move entirely at your own pace, but it was still a slow, frustrating process. 

You’d gotten used to everyone else pretty quickly. You didn’t judge, passively watched everyone else going about their lives. 

It was the doing that was hard. The manners that had been drilled into you were not so easily dropped. 

You were almost certain that half the reason it was so daunting was that everyone else was so used to it. They all just understood what they should be doing. You had to work for all of it, push yourself past boundaries you’d never imagined having to tear down. 

Today, it was touch. You’d gotten better at initiating it in private, Rygel always quick to reciprocate, but in public it was a different story. 

It’s not like you never touched in public. On the contrary, Rygel loved publicly showing his affections for you. It was initiating them that you were struggling with. 

You could never shake the idea that you were doing it wrong. Rygel was patient and kind but in public there were too many people, watching, staring, inevitably judging you for doing it all wrong. 

Your hand shifted over to his arm, trying to look casual but you dropped it in a second. You were certain you were being clumsy and obvious, that what everyone else could do so casually looked alien and childish on you. 

When Rygel did it, there was confidence behind it. He knew he was doing it right and you were more than happy to hide behind that confidence and follow his lead. 

But that wasn’t what today was supposed to be about. 

So you tried again. 

Your next attempt was on your way to dinner. You leaned against his side, doing your best to mimic the way he pulled you into him so often as you walked. He looked down at you curiously, with no judgment in his eyes, but even that felt like too much scrutiny and you drew away once more. 

Dinner didn’t go any better. 

You thought the shield of the table might be good, make everything feel a little less public despite the dozen people in the room with you, talking away, barely taking notice of your presence. 

You started small, shifting your knee to the side to touch Rygel’s. The motion was entirely hidden, under the table, but you drew quickly away anyways, feeling far too exposed regardless. 

You knew why this was going so poorly. Every failed attempt left you flustered and embarrassed and pushing forwards so persistently kept those emotions brewing, amplified every time you tried and failed again. 

Rygel had decidedly noticed that something was going on with you because the second you pulled away, his arm shifted behind your back, a steady presence you happily leaned into as he pulled you closer to him. 

The second you leaned into his touch you were being pulled even further, the feeling of the chair disappearing from under you as he shifted you effortlessly into his lap. 

Your face warmed but you trusted his judgment. No one was staring and part of you wondered if they ever had been at all or if your brain was simply that determined to thwart you.

You settled against his firm chest, his hands roving up and down your arms in a gesture that you were sure was meant to be comforting but only served to fluster you even further. 

When you were done with your meal he was pulling you off down the hallways

The second you were alone you let out a hushed, “I’m sorry about all that.”

He cocked his head to the side at the statement, looking bewildered at you. “Sorry for what? For teasing me?”

“For… no of course not, for adjusting to all this so slowly. I wasn’t trying to tease you, I was just trying to get more comfortable touching you. The goal was to initiate cuddles, maybe? Or just any sort of physical affection I suppose. I guess I didn’t really think too much on the end goal, I was more focused on just doing.” 

He let out a hearty, deep laugh. “You’re too sweet. If you want to cuddle you only need to ask.”

You huffed. “But I don’t want to have to ask. I want to be like everyone else here, to just be able to do things.”

“You will. These things take time, you know that, it’s no more your fault than it is mine when I make a fool of myself in front of your people.”

“You don’t make a fool of yourself.”

“Felt like I did.”

“I promise it felt worse than it was.”

“Oh really?” he said, giving you a pointed look. “I wonder if there’s maybe someone else who is in a similar situation who could do to hear that bit of advice.”

You hated that he was right. “Wait, but you were saying something about me teasing you. Can we go back to that please?”

He cooed at you, hand sliding under your jaw to keep you looking up at him. “Aw have I put ideas in your head? Tell me what you want from me.”

“You’re being mean,” you said with a pout.

“I’m being mean? You’re the one who hasn’t stopped touching me all day.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You know, if you want to work on showing affection in public, I’m sure I can help with that.”

“Now who’s teasing?”

He chucked. “Call it revenge.”

He didn’t make you wait long. You didn’t think he had it in him, to make you wait. If he did, you had yet to see it. 

He pulled you against him, into a kiss, hunched over to be able to meet you where you stood. You melted against him, your body relaxing easily into the familiar shape. 

You felt his bulge pressed against you as well. He was already hard and you realized that maybe you’d been affecting him more than you’d intended. 

He pulled away altogether too soon for your taste, looking down at you with a glint in his eye. 

“Oh,” he said. “But, you wanted to cuddle. Far be it from me to thwart your plans.”

“Don’t you dare.”

He chuckled and scooped you up effortlessly, dropping you when you were a few feet above the bed so you bounced a little when you landed. 

“After this, I’m done. The next one’s on you,” he promised as he moved above you, pinning you to the mattress below him, his hips rolling gently down into you through irritating layers of clothing. “How’s that for helping you learn to initiate.”

“Gives me some good motivation.”

“I gotta give you a little more, just remind you what you’ll be missing,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows as you threw back your head with laughter. Everything was easier in here, with him. Everything made sense. 

“Can’t hurt to have a reminder,” you agreed readily, a smile still plastered across your face. 

“And then we’ll get to the cuddling,” he reassured you, doing his best to kiss you in between words while fighting back a smile. “You can never forget the cuddling.”

#proper etiquette #demon x reader #monster x reader #monster x human #monster bf #demon bf #I said this would be out soon 4 months ago lol whoops #this has had like a dozen drafts idk why it was such a monster to write #Maybe the fade to black at the end was mean but #This request already took so much longer than it should have I couldn’t make my darling scattermind wait any longer #I cannot thank them enough for their endless patience with me <3

[taikanyohou]

DEVOURING this.

#YES I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOVE THEIR TRAJECTORY THE PACING EVERYTHINGGGG ABOUT THEMMMM. #twins #faiza talks #SPRITE MY LOSER CRINGE FAIL SON AND FIRST MY DARLING BOY WITH THE PATIENCE OF A SAINT.

[rainymoodlet]

Kiss Me in Komorebi+ 🌸

[Episode Five] One Last Push!

Y'ALL THIS ONE HAD ME SCREAMING. I admittedly played around with the contexts of my original playthroughs of these convos: they all happened at the dinner party, not throughout the night. But when Daniel went and apologized to Julien, the Attractiveness Alerts were through the roof, and he seemed to be barely capable of handling himself! He was so struck by the thought of kissing this absolute cherub of a man that it popped up as a Whim and in his Grab Bag of socials!

Also yes I am biased but it is incredibly hot when he flattens his voice to make a point. 🫣

And with that, we are finally at the end of the Dinner Party's one-on-ones! Hopefully with this peek into their interactions, we'll all understand the decisions Daniel makes at the upcoming Rose Ceremony... Stay tuned! We'll check in with our Bachelor just after this!

@morrigan-sims

[ Part 28/30 ] 🌹

#ts4 #ts4 gameplay #ts4 screenshots #ts4 challenge #ts4 bachelor challenge #;kmik #sim: daniel #julien west by morrigan-sims #|| #i could lay down on the floor for three hundred years. they are done. this is the last one-on-one scene. it is done. #we have an interview with dan courtesy of my darling maria and then a transition post and then... (SOB) rose ceremony :') #i am so not ready to say goodbye to anyone. while i am ready to not have to wrangle 21 sims (which was still fun as hell autonomously) #i will miss my seven departing sims so much ;o; #i hope you guys are excited!!! #i thank you all for the patience to explore these scenes with me dfkhdkfs #we boutta get into the MEATS #i hope jules comes through here :') he really is so preciously sweet #and i know dan talked a lot but julien tends to do most of the listening with him its precious #there are some dynamics where dan will sit and listen as the other takes control of the autonomously generated convo #and other times dan talks and talks and talks and the contestants just :)))) at him the whole time dsfkjdhsf #this is one of the latter fdjhk bless #also DAN TIDDIES DAN TIDDIES

[blindmagdalena]

So…I have a concept. How would Homie react to someone waking him up with a blowjob 👀

18+. Most people dream of flying. Homelander doesn't need to. Instead, Homelander dreams of you. He dreams of your lips on his, kissing the taste of blood out of his mouth. He dreams of your hands peeling away the layers of his suit, stripping him of his façade and laying him bare for your eyes alone. Your hands are always so soft. You're the only person to ever handle him like he's fragile. It would be laughable if he didn't need it so badly. Your touches are featherlight, tracing the slopes of his body like you mean to memorize them. You teach him that sex is more than fucking. You make love to him.

Homelander dreams of your mouth pressing butterfly kisses along his stomach. He loves the way you smile when his tummy jumps under your touch, faintly ticklish. Your eyes flicker up to meet his, and the adoration in your eyes leaves him breathless. There is a reverence to the way you touch him. He is undone by it, a tremble in his hands as they slide into your hair. He cradles your head, but does not inhibit your movements. He only wishes to admire. You're so much gentler than the pound of your heart in his ears. He relishes how excited you are to touch him. To worship him. He can smell your arousal, feel in your pulse the thrum of your anticipation. You can't wait to taste him, and that reciprocation alone has him hard, dripping. Homelander gasps at the first wet, heated swipe of your tongue, fingers flexing briefly in your hair as inexplicable, warm colors explode around him. This is true power. With a single drag of your tongue, you have brought a god beneath your mercy. You smile at him, and his own heart becomes loud in his ears. "I love you," he says breathlessly. His voice sounds strange, distorted, but yours is clear as a ringing bell when you whisper in return I love you, too.

"Fuck," Homelander hisses as you envelop him in the wet warmth of your mouth in one long, slow slide, savoring the weight of him on your tongue. He screws his eyes shut, but he never stops seeing you.

You once told him that you would like a deity who cussed, who could be taken apart and reconstructed by his disciples; a god who is not above his people, but who is the embodiment of them. That is precisely how he feels now— deconstructed down to his base elements. He can think only of his most primal needs.

Your eyelids flutter as his hips jerk, his cock filling your throat. Tears well and sit heavily on your pretty eyelashes, weighing them down, but you don't slow. Homelander feels outside of his own body, watching you unravel him with hollowed cheeks and clever swipes of your tongue, knowing full well that it isn't the carnal pleasure alone that sunders him. It's you, and the profound way you have come to love him. The same way you have taught him to love you.

He wakes with a gasp, but the heat and the pleasure of you don't fade with the technicolor haze of his dreams. He blinks, bleary eyed, and looks down to see you there, eyes closed, working his cock with practiced bobs of your head, his hands in your hair. When you hear him, your eyes flicker open. They're just as watery from taking the length of him down your throat as they had been in his dream. You pull off, but continue to slowly jerk his cock, hand slick with spit and precome. "Hey," you say softly, voice already rough with use. "You were dreaming, I think. Hard. Grinding. I wanted to help." You're trying to explain yourself, you even look a little sheepish, but Homelander can't fathom why. He makes a soft noise in the back of his throat, almost a whimper, before he manages to clear it and say, "Don't stop. Please." He needn't ask twice. You descend back down upon him, taking him to the back of your throat like he's meant to be there, stroking the base with deft twists of your wrist. Homelander's eyes roll back, his mouth falling open on a low, loud moan. You cup his balls, your hand warm against him. All it takes is a few more strokes of your tongue before Homelander is crying out, back arching off the bed, burying his cock so deep in your throat that you don't even taste it when he comes. He sees all those same colors from his dream exploding behind his lids like the fucking Fourth of July, his soul temporarily leaving his body.

The force of it makes you gag, but only briefly, the sound muffled around his cock. You draw back just enough to catch a breath, softening your handling of him, but continuing to milk his release until his moans turn to quiet, overstimulated little whimpers. Pulling off of him with a soft wet pop, you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before crawling up the bed, collapsing into his outstretched arms. Homelander closes his arms around you, cupping the back of your head. He kisses you languidly as he drifts down from his high, but with force of conviction, holding you as tightly as he dares allow his strength. "Holy fuck," he whispers, making you laugh. "Holy fuck."

"Good?" You ask, knowing full well the answer. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck. "Good?" Homelander echoes incredulously, voice little more than a rasp. "Thought I was going to fucking die." You laugh again, lifting your head to look at him. "Is that—" He kisses you before you can ask whether that's a good thing or not, his hand cupping the side of your face. He kisses you until the taste of him fades into a mixture of the both of you. When you part, his eyes are glassy with tears. "John?" You question softly, brows pinched. He smiles at you, wide and intimate. "I was dreaming about you," he says, thumb stroking your cheek. "Oh," you say quietly, returning his smile. "Good dream?" He huffs a small laugh. "The best."

#been wanting to write this one for AAAAGES #thanks for your patience guys i really do have so many asks sitting in my box that i LOVE #homelander x reader #homelander x you #ask and you shall receive #darling anon #fluff #smut #anyways i blacked out and wrote this in like 45min and can't be bothered to proof-read so i'm gonna go to bed now! #my writing

[exhaustedwerewolf]

when the dnd session was so insane you’re like “damn I want to rewatch that bit” but you can’t because it was not an incredible fantasy film but just you playing make believe with your friends

#INSANE SCENES THIS EVENING #dialogue echoing in my head includes: ‘resurrection isn’t my strong suit’ // ‘then make it your strong suit’ #‘oh darling! don’t scare me like that. come here. let’s go home.’ // ‘what the fuck have you done?’ #‘(laughs) oh yes. I’m sure if all those people had just had a sword and a shield that things would have turned out differently. I’m being #lenient but my patience is running out. so spare me the insult of your sword. cunt.’ #‘ten million is a big number. it should feel different to one body in a cage or one hanging from the rafters but somehow it… it feels the #same.’ #genuinely stopped typing to do a despair event horizon stare into nothingness #our dm can cry on command lads and he was weaponising that today :’) #so many unbelievably fucked up things happened I cannot believe it and I am having a conspiracy theory board moment trying to make sense of #it #DnD #so many other moments I have written down but can’t remember verbatim but also WHY DIDN’T THEY ASK ME… IF I WANTED TO LEAVE #@CASUALAGRESOR IF YOU ARE READING THIS HOW DARE YOU I AM SO SAD

[reinbouxsworld]

"Who felt romantic feelings first?

Did either of them try to resist their feelings?

Who said “I love you” first?"

For Leoyuno!

But...

6.If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

For Idyuno!

And finally...

What are their favorite things to do together?

For Jamyuno!

But if you want to switch some of them for other shipp, like Silvyuno or Malleyuno, you can 👁👄👁 I'm all ears for you content. I love your art <3 Thanks for making such great drawings, they are breathtaking!

Hey anon 💜💜 im sorry for being late😭😭😭😭 i had to wait for my finals to end to start answering properly the asks like i wanted so pls sorry 😭😭😭 THANK YOU FOR YOU KINDNESS AND SUPPORT DARLING IT MEANS A LOT TO ME 💜💜💜💜💜💜

SHIPP ASK GAME HERE!

Who felt romantic feelings first?

❝❪₊˚Yuno! In her defense, Leona is not an easy person, but with some effort and a lot of reading between the lines (she learned the hard way) he is actually a cool guy to be around. Even with Leona flirty-teasing thing they're a friends to lovers trope, so there is a very thin line between the moment the friendship got to somewhere else, but is definitely a "she felt first, but he felt harder" kind of situation between those two.

Did either of them tried to resist their feelings?

❝❪₊˚BOTH. There is a lot of anxiety and doubt between them. At one side there's Yuno, who took a lot of effort to build their friendship and felt terrible for the thought of her feelings ruining it, and then Leona, who didn't like at all the idea of falling for someone who will probably just go back to their world and leave him behind, friend or no. At some point it was just so painfully obvious that something was happening that it became a little game to the people close of them trying to get who will just flip the table and give up.

If you had told one of them that the other would be their soulmate, what would they think?

❝❪₊˚IDIA WOULD STOP FUNCTIONING RIGHT ON HIS SPOT AND NO ONE CAN CHANGE MY MIND. Mostly because of ghost marriage discourse of "love is just the chemicals on your brain going beep boop and etc", but as soon as Yuno hears about this the poor boy ain't getting rid of her, she just wants to buy him a candy and listen to him talking about his favorite band 😭😭 she just needed a good excuse. 

It would probably be a funny situation tho since Idia is so skeptical of love, while yuno would immediately look at him and go "yep, that makes sense to me👍10/10 soulmate."

What is their favorite things to do together?

❝❪₊˚Dancing! They dance together a lot and Jamil is definitely better at this than Yuno (he is basically tutoring her), but he finds it absolutely endearing to mess up with the prefect. He blushes about it later tho.

#Thank you for your patience darling🙏😭😭 #ask game #should i start a tag for ships? #🤔

[mafaldaknows]

Instagram: selfcarewithwall

Patience, darlings. These things take time. ✨💚💙✨

#instagram #selfcarewithwall #patience darlings #these things take time #mafalda always looks for signs #tales from the charmiesphere

[merakiui]

SO glad I'm not the only one who immediately thought roro/lolo (twisted frollo) would make an amazing yandere character. frollo already was the original yandere if you think about his ravings in hellfire (choose me or your pyre, be mine or you will burn!! goes so hard) -🤔 anon

Yes!!! Frollo walked so twst Rollo could run (right into my arms).

Looking at him now, it feels like he would be stiffly religious and would be absolutely revolted by nudity or any type of lewd insinuation. Rollo would scoff if he learned his darling engaged in something as sinful as *dramatic gasp* fornication. This man would say something like: "There is a special spot down there for you, you loose trollop." all with the most icy glare, too. (yes, I like to think yandere!Rollo is old-fashioned with his beliefs and uses archaic language.) Rollo is a hater. </3 Devoted to the church and purity, and you come from that dirty Night Raven College reeking of sex and sin. How dare you step foot on the clean, pure grounds of Noble Bell Academy?!

#twisted chit chat #yandere rollo flamme #yandere rollo flamm #🤔 anon #you show bare skin in the church and rollo is fuming #you bend over to pick something up and he happens to look down your shirt #call his darling the devil because they're tempting him and his patience every day

[aheathen-conceivably]

#y’all ~opinions~ on this in the comments have inspired this poll #because whew lord there appears to be some #and ya know usually I encourage patience in this storyline #but today I chose division #so bring your boxing gloves let’s roll darlings #and please know the next scene has already been shot 😉

[write-it-motherfuckers]

That feeling when your sister bites you on the butt, because you won't stop being a butt 😔

#mod speaks #bug and bunny #I feel like this could be a reaction image honestly. Cracked me up. #A bit busy today but I'm going to try and get back into writing some prompts for you all tomorrow Darling ones #Thank you again for all the patience and support during this stressful time #babies say Mrrrp by the way.

[sherlockig]

that swirl in his bangs make me weak in the knees

#i shall stop spamming you all one day but today is not that day #have patience with me #i am not normal about rhys hair #not one day in my life am i normal about rhys hair #stede looks so pretty in this scene #i cant handle it #ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #rhys darby #darling honey light of my life

[gigifluidcat]

Waiting for the Welcome Home Christmas/New Year Update:

#welcome home #wally darling #Seriously when is it coming...? #Is it another surprise? #Note: Not tryna to stress Clown's patience #Just curious #wh update