#serious at times? like i take life seriously honestly but not like. in a boring way or wtvr i just really value life

[gettinshiggywithit]

hii yandere au with fyodor? kddff

𝔻𝕠-𝕕𝕠-𝕤𝕥𝕠𝕪𝕖𝕧𝕤𝕜𝕪;𝔸 𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕥'𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕊𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞!

Summary: a certain ushanka wearing russian has taken an obsessive liking to you…woohoo😀

Pairing: fyodor x gn!reader [yandere au]

Genre: uhm questionable?

Event MasterList

I think we all know what he’d be like as a yandere :”)

Family go bye bye~

But in all seriousness,I think Fyodor would take someone just because he could.

No one’s gonna stop him and if he wants you,he’ll be damned if he cant have  you!

As he told dazai,step one is making you dependant on him.

He can be extremely charming when he wants to be~~ (ra-ra-rasputiiinnnn)

(Also im sorry but Fyodor in casual clothes???? SIGN ME TF UP!!!)

He inserts himself into your life with ease and then integrates himself into it just as seamlessly.

If youre someone who really needs your parents to like your partner before you get serious with them,then so be it.he’s the son in law of their dreams!

So polite and caring.so likeable and down to earth!!

He knows how to make someone fall hard and fast. And once he has you hook line and sinker?

The mask comes off.you spend on night with him after you confess your love,and then he just slips you a little extra sleepy juice.

And while you sleep he takes away everything dear to you.

Your parents? Gone.your friends? Gone.anyone you knew,loved or cared for? Tata Bye Bye~

When you wake up you have nowhere to go.

Like,literally.

No home no family no nothing.

But what do you need all that for when you have himmm~

It isn’t long until youre crying into his chest and shaking up a storm

Youre so scared.youre scared of him! But you have only him.

He tell you he’s all you need.

He tells you this is for the best.that your family didn’t deserve you..

That they only wanted to hurt you!

He spins a web of lies so full of sense you begin to believe it.

(of course if you don’t he’ll just show you what will happen if you disobbey~there is NO length he wont go to.he will do the most horrific of things,or he’ll get good ‘ol nikolai to do it~ it doesn’t matter who does it as long as you watch.as long as you understand.as long as you learn)

And when you turn to putty in his hands,just as he wanted,he gets bored.

He needs a new project.a new plaything.but…if you insist on not being left behind,not being thrown out,he could think of ways to make you bend backwards for him~

Or he could just kill you. Would be easier.

Honestly depends on his mood tbh.

But,lets go more into if you didn’t relent so easily hmm?

Like I said,he isn’t beyond doing the unspeakable.

Tried to escape? Oops,looks like its time to watch dad go through unendurable agony~

Or would he just incinerate the corpse before you with zero fucks given? Who knows

But whatever it is if you don’t listen,the consequences will be harsh to say the least.

Would he hurt you physically? Perhaps not.its not his thing.(by that I mean physical violence) he might slap you on occasion,but beating isn’t it.perhaps some light torture? Deprivation of basic needs? Perhaps…

But other than that, psychological manipulation is one of the main things you’d have to endure.

Endless gaslighting and lies.he’ll tell you just enough truths to keep you in line but other than that, its all lies. And you don’t even know.

Don’t want to do something? He’ll talk you into it. Make you think it was your idea all a long and youre such an absolute genius for coming up with it!

Its that easy for him. Like eating a croissant!

And his ability,how would he use that against you?

Well now,he wouldn’t be able to actually use it per se, but he could definitely use it to keep you in line!

First he’ll make sure you see how easily he can kill with just a touch,then anytime you stepout of line,he’ll just step towards you menacingly and back you into a corner before ghosting his fingers over your face.

Letting you know that one wrong move could be fatal and that he was in control here. And he was always going to be.

If his darling would try ctrl+alt+deleting themselves, no they wouldn’t!

He isn’t stupid! Theres nothing! That  could be used as such in your little apartment (or wherever he’s chosen to keep you for that day/time period)

But if you are dangerously close to your limit and becoming an empty husk of who you were before,then he’l make a decision.

Does he let you meet your demise,whether that be mercifully or not would depend on him of corse, or would he change to make you live just a little longer?

If it’s the former he either leans in for a kiss and places his hand on your cheek,activating his ability,or if he’s feelin a little goofy,then he asks nikolai to do it or cooks something up himself. Something entertaining enough to be worth his time of course! After all,he’s a very busy rat.

But if it’s the latter then he showers you with love and comfort and no of course none of that bad stuff was real! Youre just imagining it myska!

He makes life so unbelievably perfect and once youre yourself again he lets the façade fall and begins to break you again.

And now that youre fully at his mercy again,practically his dog, he can deal he most damage. And that obviously means the most fun, of course~

Tag list(open):- @diagonal-queen

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#📚 Jaya’s tales #fyodor x reader #fyodor x you #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #yandere x reader #yandere au #yandere bsd #yandere headcanons #bsd hcs

[strxwberrychocolate]

˗ˏˋ realistic hi-lo the worst shitty dating canons࿐ྂ

notes: this is just for fun(fiction), plz don’t take is seriously. inspired by this post cuz me and my fellow delulu moots need to get it together, might do a pt 2 if I feel like it

warnings: some mention of nsfw, mentions of cheating, friends with benefits, mentions of choking, brief mention of kinks, toxic behaviour, periods, mentions of gaslighting and emotional manipulation, major delulu behaviour for the sachio one(I failed I’m sorry), I think I did Ryo and Kōhei dirty in this one but who cares

-ˏˋ fujio ˊˎ

He’s definitely a “where’s my hug at” kind of guy even after you both start dating

I’m just gonna say it right now, Tsukasa knows too much about your sex life

you got some weird kink?

called him “sir” by accident or like being choked or some shit like that?

Tsukasa knows (he doesn’t want to know but that’s beside the point)

He reminds me too much of my crush so this guy will definitely be flirting with everything and anything with a beating heart even if you’re dating him

Playboy fr

While you guys are in your lil talking stage he sends your picture to the gc for validation that he’s dating a pretty girl

They all want to warn you cuz you look nice but bro code comes first

Would definitely buy you menstrual products without batting an eye

His mom taught him better than to be grossed out

She’s a single mom which makes Fujio probably more respectful than the other guys around him

Does those cute couple tiktok trends with you

Talking to a bunch of girls while dating you

I don’t mean like cheating but he’s flirting too much with other ppl

Fujio doesn’t mean to flirt but he’s like super fucking friendly for no reason and is genuinely really nice so it comes off as flirting

Calls you baby, babe, princess anything really

Doesn’t look like he can keep his hands to himself

Spends time staring at you cuz you’re really pretty

Definitely the kind of guy that acts tough in front of his friends but is actually the little spoon

Unlike most the characters in this, he’s actually really sweet

But he enjoys his freedom

Is NOT the kind of guy that will let his friends make fun of you

He’s actually a pretty good listener

Will not help you with your homework cuz he didn't do it and wasn't paying attention

Has a very subtle couple picture of both of you as his lockscreen

Would 4.5/10 listen to his friends if they tell him to break up with you

-ˏˋ tsukasa ˊˎ

Cold, like super cold brrrrr kinda cold

Also a playboy like Fujio

I mean come on, look at him

Everyone loves pretty guys that look like girls with deep voices

Pretty privilege and he uses the fuck out of it

Definitely not a cheater but kinda toxic

Lies when he doesn’t really need to

Unironically calls you “pretty girl” when you’re mad

Does he actually like you?

You’ll never know

Honestly he seems like the kind of guy that’s only ever had like 1 girlfriend and all the rest are his hoes

He gets away with so much just cuz he’s good looking

I feel like he’d have your location but you don’t have his

Probably only started dating him cuz he’s pretty and he only dated you cuz he’s bored

He gives you skin care tips

Pretty guys are usually pretty freaky if you know what I mean

Doesn’t look like he can keep his hands to himself just like Fujio

He’s very mysterious and that’s what attracts people to him

Probably gets bored pretty quick tbh

You’re not gonna see him often because “bros before hoes”

But he values his private life so if he does genuinely like you he will only later tell his friends about it

Unlike Fujio, no one will no about your sex life

I think he’d be more on the possessive side tbh

So he won’t keep you as his lockscreen or ever post you (cuz why tf does anyone need to know who you are?)

If he actually wants the relationship to be serious, that’s when he’ll drop his hoes

Spends time staring at you like Fujio cuz he thinks your pretty

Will 1/10 breakup with you if his friends told him too

-ˏˋ todoroki ˊˎ

worst bf in existence (1/3) I’m (not) sorry

Probably hasn’t dated a lot but has a lot of hoes if you get what I mean

Tbh I’d be such a whore for Todoroki

He doesn’t think he’s all that good looking but girls seem to like him a lot and he takes advantage of it

Doesn’t really need his friends validation nor does he date because everyone else is and he doesn’t wanna be the one left out,, he doesn't give a fuck if he is

Mfer dates cuz he’s bored

if he actually likes you, no one will know who you are so forget the whole aspect of being shown off

you're basically his secret

You post him, he won't post you (lol tbh I wouldn't post my bf either,, maybe a pic of our hands but never his face)

Probably won't call you a pet name but maybe call you the nickname you're called at home if you have one or the same nickname your friends call you if they call you one

Definitely prioritizes fighting and the fucking Oya High leader ship more than you

You hate it but he's hot

does he actually like you?

You probably won't know

rarely actually pays attention to you

but when he does you have ALL his attention

tbh I see him dating someone low-maintenance where he doesn't have too put much effort in

not that toxic, just doesn't know how to fucking communicate

1/10 would breakup with you if his friends asked him too (doesn't need to validation)

-ˏˋ sachio ˊˎ

definitely an actual good boyfriend

I get major husband vibes from him (maybe cuz I'm super delulu for sachio but that's not the point)

not a red flag or toxic at all but somethings can be questionable

NOT the type to talk shit about his exes because he's mature enough to know problems can come from both sides

Yes I am picking favourites, my babes satchi can do nothing wrong

definitely gave you flowers the first valentines day you two were together for

honestly though,, like Todoroki, I doubt this guy would show you off too

Satchi seems to paranoid for his own good so don't expect to be going out in public with him

He's got a sister and I'm assuming(from popular headcanons) his dad passed away so his mom is alone,, therefore he had to be the man of the house

So he doesn't really give a fuck about periods

very knowledgeable about them tbh

seems like the kind of boyfriend that will gladly drive you and your friends around because he genuinely wants to be a part of your life and he thinks all of you are shitty ass drivers

friends with your friends because he wants to be apart of your life

Also takes what your friends say about you with a grain of salt because he knows all of you are ride of die type of ppl and they'd gladly lie for you to him

family oriented fr

went to ikea with you

you both are basically married

I'm so delulu for this guy omg

I don't see him as flirty

Doesn't pick up the signs when another girl is flirting with him and sometimes you think he's playing dumb on purpose

clingy mfer

you have each other's locations on

his contact name for you is just "♡" cuz no one needs to know your name

I'm not even kidding none of his friends will know who you are until maybe a long long time later

possessive but on the lowkey cuz he knows you value your freedom

Tbh I'm not even being delulu here, Sachio just genuinely seems like a really good guy

(not saying the rest aren't they're just very questionable)

long story short, I am his whore and I couldn't write anything actually realistic for him

0/10 would breakup with you if his friends asked him to

-ˏˋ yuken ˊˎ

I see him very similar to Fujio

Excpet Yuken knows he's being flirty

he flirts with other people on purpose cuz it's a bad habit now

also has major pretty privilege like Tsukasa

also uses the fuck out it

Jinkawa or maybe Shidaken or Sachio also know too much about your sex life

Like about that mole you got on your ass or some weird shit

they also unfortunately know about your kinks

It's like Fujio but in a different font

lets you do his hair and in return gets to do yours

doesn't know the definition of toxic masculinity so he will very gladly let you do his makeup

and sometimes his nails

Once again, not a cheater and actually not toxic

I already said he's like Fujio so this guy is gonna just be super flirty with everyone and everything with a beating heart

If compulsive flirting is a disorder then Yuken suffers from it

I wouldn't say he's a bad boyfriend but he flirts too much with other people and a lot of people consider that as cheating

Yuken seems like a pretty good listener

But he also likes talking a lot so be prepared to listen to his problems

lets you wear his glasses sometimes

When he's not busy he comes to your school to get you so you can go on dates

likes having all your attention

arcade dates are probably the most common

but he outshines out girls boyfriends ther by getting those girls stuffed animals and shit like that

I would say he's really a lot like Fujio

4/10 would breakup with you if his friends told him to

-ˏˋ kōhei ˊˎ

worst boyfriend in existence (2/3)

I doubt he even actually likes you

A complete asshole but you love that cuz you’re a lowkey masochist and red is your favourite colour

Randomly turns off his location and tells you “don’t worry about it” when you ask

Red flag (but in my culture we wear red at our weddings)

Doesn’t give you the time of day

is probably only dating you cuz you're hot and give him head or some shit

idk this guy is just really shitty

He's hot tho lol

gives me group leader kind of vibes

you never wanna date the leader of the group, they're always the shittest

his friends will never ever tell you the truth

I lowkey see him as a cheater tbh

and a gaslighter

"It was such a small thing and now look you've turned it into something huge when it doesn't even matter" type of guy

Just a fucking asshole

If you're with him I'm just gonna assume you're into pain or something

Or using him for his money (if yes then get that bag sis)

He also thinks you're with him for his money

If you actually aren't using him, it doesn't matter he just has major trust issues

good luck actually getting through to him

In the hypothetical situation where he actually likes you, prepared to be shown off

I see him as a very pda type of guy to show off how hot his girlfriend is to make others feel inferior

Probably won't give a fuck about what you're wearing if that is the case

he's also toxic asf idk if I mentioned that

Probably doesn't call you petname unless you're mad at him

7/10 would breakup with you if his friends told him to

-ˏˋ ryo ˊˎ

worst boyfriend in existence (3/3)

i did him and kōhei so dirty I'm not sorry

Loves Kōhei more than you

As hot as he is, let's be fucking honest with ourselves because part of the reason Kōhei thought he was so unbeatable was because of Ryo

Ryo let Kōhei get away with so much shit

and this hot ass mfer jsut seems like the type to listen to his friends and constantly need their validation

as hot as he is, plz don't date a guy like this

But unlike Kōhei, he's not a cheater

but he's pretty toxic

like he needs to know where you are all the damn time

crazy paranoid too

doesn't think you'll actually cheat but it's more his friends telling him you would

for him too be a good boyfriend he need to get new friends or like idk transfer schools

he definitely likes you, it's just he's so emotionally constipated that you can't tell if he actually does

only calls you petnames in private

I don't see him as the type to have hoes or flirt around

But that doesn't mean he'd be a good boyfriend

He lives for his friends validation

So if his friends make fun of you or talk shit, don't count on Ryo to defend you cuz he'll be laughing too

not a gaslighter but doesn't admit to the things he does and just tells you to leave it in the past

pisses you off but he's hot asf

tries to spend time with you but would leave your for his friends fr

102902/10 would breakup with you if Kōhei his friends asked him too

#high&low #high&low the worst x #high & low #high and low #oya high #high&low the worst #high&low the worst cross #high&low dating headcanons #high and low x reader #high and low the worst x #high and low the worst #senomen #housen #sachio ueda #hanaoka fujio #tsukasa takajo #todoroki yosuke #yuken odajima #ryo suzaki #kohei amagai

[chantsdemarins]

😅Real Villain Training [Tom Hiddleston circa 2012 X Fem.Reader]

Chapter three of Breath of the Æsir is almost here. I’m SO sorry for the wait! In the meantime, I hope you enjoy a very brief Tom story...

Honestly, I pledged to myself, no more Tom stories just focus on Loki. But I think I just can't help it. Especially when slutty inspiration like this photo comes my way (@lokischambermaid and @lokisgoodgirl 😳)

I am humbled by this era of Tom. In 2024 he is a husband/father/seasoned iconic actor in perpetual good cheer, but in 2012, he was a bad boy. As always please reblog and comment if you feel inspired!

Summary: Tom is hanging out with some real jerks for a new role, and he runs into you, literally. Your depression has caused your life to turn a little black and white, could this handsome stranger possibly add some color back? (at least to your cheeks🥵).

Smut factor: I hope...HOT 🔥

(Authors note: I have no concrete proof he was in fact a bad boy so please don't take seriously my young Tom plot themes of drugs and sex, which once again appear here. I could be totally wrong about him. It's art! It's a fabrication! Also, this story does involve mental health!)

I also don't know who would want to be on a tag list for a Tom fic these days! These are a few people who might be interested?? @lokischambermaid @mochie85 @mischief2sarawr @lokisgoodgirl @wheredafandomat @sailorholly @mrs-illyrian-baby @superficialdomina @gigglingtiggerv2 @fictive-sl0th @muddyorbs @tbhiddlestan83 @huntress-artemiss @smolvenger @kikster606 @mjsthrillernp @hiroyukinasukawa

Los Angeles, 2012

That afternoon, the rooftop pool at the Saint Avalon was a pink swirl of bathing beauties in early spring. Tom tried to focus on his deadpan conversation with his agent, but polka dots and silly cocktails danced around him. He pushed his Ray-Bans back into place, his sweat—or perhaps nervousness—causing them to slowly slide off his nose.

"Serious British actor succumbs to being typecast as a Norse sociopath. That's where this is headed, Tom, if we don’t do something, get you something else.” “Do you really want to be known only for Marvel?” he repeated his plea. The words just weren’t sinking in.

Tom laughed and inadvertently tried to change the subject. "Have you been to the La Brea Tar Pits yet, John? It’s wild—10,000 years' worth of dire wolf bones.”

His stare remained galvanized by the poolside girls. They just didn't look like that in London. Number one, the sunshine. Number two, the tans. Number three, well, his girlfriend—or ex-girlfriend, rather—made it hard to look too long at anyone else. So had he ever found himself at a rooftop pool party, he wouldn't have had the chance he was having now.

“Tom, are you paying attention? This is important. You're only here for a week, and we need to move on this role. I need to know if you're a yes.” The truth was, Tom was suddenly filthy rich with his own money for the first time in his life. He really loved being a Norse sociopath and already had big ideas for Loki’s eventual character arc into becoming an anti-hero someday. He had filled three journals on his bedside stand with his ideas for Loki.

His agent tried again, “Just hang out with Giorgio. It’s less than a month. Then the movie should be a very easy shoot. You get to embed yourself with some real hedge fund cats.” Tom’s attention snapped back. “Wait, I like that.” “Right? It’s like if Loki worked on Wall Street.” “Well…” Tom hesitated. He didn’t think Loki would actually ever bore himself that way. Those guys were boring to Tom and to Loki.

His poor agent was right, though. He did need another role. Things had gone so well; filming for the next Avengers movie was starting this summer. If he could find another gig, a time filler, a totally different genre, it really would be the best for his career. “Then a play next,” the agent mused, taking a sip of his own cocktail. “Shakespeare, or something 70s.” “70s? As in the 1570s? Or the 1970s?” “Tom.” “How should I know?” Tom laughed to himself, eyes still canvassing the poolside display around him. His agent leaned across his lawn chair and placed his hand on Tom’s shoulder. “So, you’ll do it?”

Two Weeks Later

Deep down, he knew he didn’t have the dissociation required for the job. He was too corporeal, too embodied. Years of being a long-distance runner and a trained athlete had fastened his mind, heart, and soul firmly into his muscles. He clearly wouldn’t be able to hide his feelings in his highly emotive, sensitive body. That was the first thing he noticed about the guys he was forced to hang out with for this role. They were covered up with their suits and sexist jokes. It was like they had Hadrian’s Wall around them. Which was, in fact, what exactly led to his sudden departure from the bar at Rue 23.

He had been embedded with short and loud Glen, buzz-cut Ellis, and the tall and lanky, just like him, Brad Nelson. There were a few others, but they were too milquetoast to be memorable. Role be damned. He left so fast the thick glass door almost hit a nice young couple as he bolted into the cold Los Angeles spring night.

He wasn’t dressed right; in his haste to leave London, he didn’t remember that California got into the 40s after the sun went down. He didn’t even pack a suit coat. Thank God he remembered to grab his leather pack from under the bar. It contained exactly five cigarettes, a finicky Zippo, his aftershave, a white t-shirt, and a travel toothbrush. There might also be a rolled-up Popular Mechanics magazine from the Burbank airport, something he never would be caught dead reading at Heathrow.

He also hadn’t done so much coke since he was in college. Why was LA always so incredibly cliché? He couldn’t blame Luke. He couldn’t blame anyone but himself for this role. He said yes when he was distracted. He was in over his head. They had hired these real blokes to make sure Tom looked authentic when they started filming next month, and given his intense drive for perfection, he had agreed that it was “brilliant” of the casting director to force the eight of them to spend these weeks in Los Angeles and one week in Manhattan, in a true immersive centrifuge of shallow materiality.

The night spun around him, a neon ball of yarn, teasing open his pupils until his eyes were black and not at all blue. As he walked, he ran his large hands down the surface of his body, the material of his shirt feeling like a fancy pillowcase from a boutique hotel.

One finger lingered over his jawline, tracing it as he brought his hands back up to his face. Engrossed in the comfort of his form a moment too long, he was distracted once again. This part of LA seemed to always be full of clusters of locals and tourists, laughing and talking. He was unfortunately moving against the flow of the crowd, a wayward salmon when he almost ran straight into you.

“Watch where you're going!” you yelled, dropping your purse onto the dirty LA sidewalk. It opened enough for your things to tumble out. Tom immediately stopped and bent down to help you, but you batted his hands away. “What the hell? I can pick up my own damn Chapstick,” you scolded. “Ma’am, I am so sorry, I am obviously not from here, and I am a little overwhelmed,” he rattled off. “Why is that obvious?” “My accent, of course.” “I didn’t honestly notice,” you spoke as you inspected the tall man’s face with squinting eyes.

You, of course, did immediately notice the timbre of his voice, his height, and the buttons on his tight shirt which looked like they were in the process of unbuttoning themselves. “Would you believe I’ve been doing coke all night with a bunch of Wall Street assholes at the Rue 23, and I had to get the fuck out of there,” he continued, not sure if you were listening, but you were definitely looking at him, so he continued.

“So now I am wandering the streets of Beverly Hills, and I haven’t the foggiest how the rest of my night will go.” You shuffled your feet for a moment before speaking. You had been heading home after a long day at work. You felt genuinely unprepared for navigating a handsome foreigner in the right direction. Yet there was a certain appeal to a man suddenly without his ship or his crew, so to speak. So you didn’t immediately walk away.

He had been shuffled from the airport to the bar in a hired car, he tried to explain, and his sense of direction bordered on problematic. Further, his flip phone was really only good for texting, and that even took way too long most days. He really did seem high, overwhelmed, and a little lost. He also seemed the type unable to handle any silence in a conversation.

“Do you live far?” he said after suffering through 30 seconds of no discourse. “It’s LA, everything is far.” “Fair enough,” Tom muttered sheepishly, fiddling with the buttons on his shirt, which were still somehow unbuttoning themselves. He thought he had bought the right size shirt. Maybe not.

You realized that if you were to ask this too-high, too-hot British man back to your apartment, you would inevitably cave and end up sleeping with him just because he caught you in this particular moment of your life. It was an in-between time. You weren't quite your old self and your new self that you'd been working so hard on, hadn't emerged yet.

“Want to grab something to eat?” You finally offered a neutral segue. That seemed to be just what the man needed to hear. His demeanor calmed. “Oh sure, yes, I could go for a big American cheeseburger, honestly.” “Okay then, let’s go to Patty’s on Vine, we can walk,” you said as you pulled at his shirt to turn him toward the right direction. He bristled at the feeling of your touch.

His whole body was even more sensitive than usual. You looked like the queen of the ancient British Iceni to him. In truth, he didn’t much care for the California look. He loved that you appeared out of nowhere and you looked like Boudica, not like Gwyneth Paltrow. Even though he was sure he heard she was nice. RDJ seemed to really love her.

The diner where you were headed was the second-tier after-hours hang, so it wasn’t populated with the usual crowd, not yet at least. You had some time before you would be inundated, and perhaps before someone would recognize him, which you still did not. You could ask him, of course. Although, sometimes in Los Angeles, the worst part is knowing who someone is.

Although Tom being Tom was unable to resist personal questions. “Tell me a little bit about yourself, just a little,” he had to ask as the night air propelled him quickly down the sidewalk. You considered telling him about your job, but it was just how you paid the bills. Your passions were your passions and not for a stranger. So you decided to be a little goth. It couldn't hurt.

“I have something like anhedonia, I suppose,” you finally said. Tom seemed to know what you meant right away. “The inability to feel?” He spoke. “More classically refined, which results in numbness, making capturing interior somatic sensations nearly impossible,” you clarified. “Sounds like you are depressed,” Tom flattened out your creative retelling of your current state. “Maybe,” although you weren't sure of his simple label. "You think it will pass?" Tom continued, ever the optimist.

You considered one way to try and test if this state you'd been in could possibly change, would be to see if he could provoke feelings of passion or at least some kind of low-grade horniness. You’d been feeling functionally blank for a while now.

He was stunning, after all.

He seemed game for anything, his amphetamine grin taking up the majority of his handsome face. He looked so lovely under the hanging light in your dingy booth. You ate the two-egg special you ordered and watched him devour his American cheeseburger with genuine joy.

“So, you're here to practice for a new part?” You sincerely tried to keep the conversation flowing despite the growing desire to test your theory. “Yes, they want me to branch out. In my career, there’s the fear I am already 'type-casted,' I guess you could say.” “Type-casted? So early on?”

He looked young to you. Possibly younger than you actually. “Yes, I had a big role as a villain, it really blew up, but, he's like a mythological comic book one. I am misunderstood mostly. I mean my character, not me.” "Sure." You nodded in understanding and agreed even if you didn’t quite pick up what he was putting down. You wondered if he had ever seen 'The Last Starfighter.' A favorite movie of yours, you rarely shared with anyone else. Or had he been in that? Your mind wandered. You really didn't recognize him, but you also didn't want to offend him by this fact.

“So how would this role be redefining your abilities? If you are playing a heartless hedge fund dude, isn’t that also a kind of villain? Maybe that is why you got this part.” Tom pondered your insight. He again fell into overthinking and was only a text away from bailing on the entire endeavor. He was becoming that kind of guy, emotionally uneven under his elite veneer.

“I guess they feel like I don’t have the chops to be a 'real world' baddie.” “I needed more practice.” “You don’t?” you said very timidly, suddenly you weren’t hungry anymore. You gently pushed your plate aside so you could focus.

You realized his bromance compadres would find him eventually. Another LA truth: it was hard to get truly lost for long. You had been studying his face during the conversation. His pale complexion was slowly becoming flushed in small increments. Was it shyness or a hidden boldness he was bursting to demonstrate, you couldn't tell.

You had worn your espadrilles today, maybe it wasn’t the right season yet, but they always went so well with your outfit-a flowery dress from H&M. Gently and playfully, you kicked one of them off your foot, making a soft thud. Tom dipped his eyes beneath the table for only a moment and brought them back to you, a new flash of crimson emerging. Why were you taking off your shoes? Maybe your feet hurt from the walk?

He picked up his water and chugged almost all of it.

Your right leg lifted up and found purchase exactly between his, landing on the soft seat. Tom chuckled nervously and grabbed your foot. “Just what are you doing?” “I thought you were in training to be a real villain. Or did I misunderstand that?” You teased. Tom’s sincerity and earnestness were effulgent. “Oh no, I am, I really want the part, I need this role.” Suddenly when the idea of something illicit going on beneath the table loomed, he was not reticent about this new role. “Then you better continue to practice.” You laughed, your own smile forming across your face. “How long do we have until they find you?” You inched your foot closer to his crotch.

Tom took a deep breath in and pulled out his flip phone eyes squinting, trying to see the rectangle text banner across the tiny screen. He held the phone up to you. “Can you read this at all?” You grabbed it from him, feeling his hand shaking a little. It was charming. He was nervous.

You read the tiny screen aloud, “Not really, something about where are you at��you wanker, we are about to call your agent." It did say exactly that, and you wondered if possibly Tom was throwing away this role. Were you watching him collapse his career before your eyes? “Are you one for self-sabotage Tom?” The question seemed to catch him off guard. Maybe no one had asked him so bluntly. “Maybe,” he said after a long minute of typing something on the seemingly minute phone with his long fingers and even larger hands. “Just like I am possibly depressed," you offered. He looked up and sat his phone down. “Yes, I think so. Just like that.”

Incoming

Just then the waitress came by filled your water glasses and gave you another quick refill of coffee. Your chosen sobriety was a strange foil to Tom’s imbibed stimulant cocktail which showed no sign of waning. “So, are we on?” He finally said after biting his bottom lip, for what seemed like a year, until it was slightly puffy.

“For what? A staring contest?” You offered, laughing nervously too, your foot still stationed between his thighs. You wondered what you could accomplish at this hour with the looming threat of an incursion at any moment.

The glimmer in his dilated orbs registered that Tom was now aligned in a mission of testing the perpetuity of your anhedonic state. Suddenly under the table, you felt his long legs spread yours apart, like opening a long-closed window that had been painted over.

You gasped but didn’t say anything. He laughed and widened his legs further. You moved your eyes to watch him under the table, his hand reaching down to adjust his cock, which was obviously becoming hard.

At that moment you wanted to jump over to his side of the booth, you wanted to concede and take him to your far away apartment in embarrassing Marina Del Rey.

Tom went silent and finally let go of your bare foot, he had been holding it so hard with his other hand, that you were sure it would be bruised. You immediately placed it on his now impossibly hard cock, tenting his pants obscenely. Honestly, you’d never given a “foot job” before and only seen something like this in a French film once. You had no idea what you were doing.

You slowly began to move your foot up and down his length, which was quite impressive and required more force than you had anticipated. You curled your toes around him to try and create more friction, dragging your heel just at the base.

You placed your hands on the edge of the diner seat so you could put some real weight into getting him off. That seemed to work, and Tom let out a guttural moan. He quickly grabbed your water glass and drank it in addition to his own.

“Should I stop?” You let yourself wonder out loud. “Are you crazy? No.” Was Tom’s quick reply. “Does this feel good?” “Fuck yes.” His voice was breathy, and he shifted in his seat, daring to look around at the customers, but none showed any sign of noticing anything other than themselves. “But this isn’t fair,” he spoke again softly, panting. “How so?” “Because I am um, I am receiving.” “Aren’t you supposed to be a selfish cold surface-level junior business asshole?” “Yes.” “Then this is what they do, they get foot jobs in diners, amongst other perks of course,” you laughed. “Shit, you’re right,” Tom barely squeaked out.

Just then the diner door opened, and you could see the dim faces of the guys he had been partying with. They finally found him. “Don’t look now but your Republican friends have arrived.” Tom’s flush became pale. “Should I stop?” You checked in again. “No.” His response was as clear as mid-day.

So, you increased your speed, you took a deep breath. You were so turned on at this point. You were positive there would be a wet spot on the cracked vinyl seat. You lifted your skirt up further. Tom noticed and peered beneath the table again. He saw your hand brush past your underwear and a finger curl inside the lace trim. You matched his erratic breathing to your motions as you fucked yourself intently. His eyes were glued to you, his fists almost punching into the flimsy placemats. You laughed to yourself about the chances of you both coming in public, surely, he wouldn’t, or you couldn’t.

You were about to mention that perhaps you should stop. When suddenly Tom let out a muffled cry. His breath hitched. You could feel moisture beneath the bottom of your toes as you brought your foot back to the tip of his generous cock once more. “Ah, I see,” you laughed. "Well looks like we are done here." There was no more time to discuss what just happened. The bros had spotted him and you and made their way to your back corner.

Tom closed his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. He had just had one of the best orgasms of his life. The short blond one with cropped hair spoke up, “Hiddleston, where the fuck have you been, your agency was about to call the cops, which would have been lame.”

“Hiddleston,” you said his surname out loud. Realizing you never got his last name. Tom looked at you with both lust and remorse. Then turned back to the assholes. “You found me, good work,” he said assuredly. “Well we gotta go dick we have a strip club that closes at 3am and it’s in the contract that we take you there.”

Tom slowly got up and used one of his long fingers to expertly untuck that white button-down shirt to conceal the mess you had both made. He looked your way, the pale blue of his eyes returning.

You exchanged numbers for the pleasantry of it, as the assholes looked on impatiently, probably wondering why Tom was wasting his time on a girl who looked like Boudica, but that's just what assholes do you remembered. Although you really didn’t expect to hear from him again. To your surprise right before dawn, perhaps as he was leaving said strip club, a text came over your Blackberry.

“I hope you felt something, I know I did.” Shit.

You did feel something, a lot of things actually. Tom had brought something back to the solemnly plain bagel of your life. You quickly wrote back.

"Don't let the bros see you texting me Tom, you laughed knowing he was probably squinting and barely able to see your words. You picture all of them looking over his shoulder.

"They went home. Can I come over? I feel like we aren't done quite yet. My asshole-in-training self expires at sunrise and I turn back into the real me. Is that okay?" You blinked a few times just to make sure you saw that correctly. "So you're actually Cinderella," you laughed nervously.

You managed to type your address and push send before pulling your covers over your head and screaming quietly enough to not wake up your still-slumbering roommates. You then looked around your room in quiet delightful horror, you had about 30 minutes to hide all your dirty clothes from the past three months under your bed...

#Tom Hiddleston #Tom Hiddleston x Reader #Tom Hiddleston fan fic #foot lover #meet cute

[athanasius-symposium-of-writings]

Hello I know you just wrote for D.M. but can I request ❛ you're mine. you've always been mine. ❜ with D.M. too? Maybe the reader is his ex gf who left him cos she realized that he was a red flag

Thank you and sorry if my English isn't that good! Have a nice day/night!

Your english is fine no worries! Hope you enjoy this i based is lot on Sherlock Holmes lol

Rated Mature (to be safe) | Warning: possessive behavior, kidnapping, reader is done lol

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The end of engagements is not uncommon, it is something that happens in the search for the soul mate. It will hurt, it will take time. Yet telling the bastard D.M. to acknowledge you are no longer accessible to him or how the engagement ring is returned to him with a letter telling in long-winded words you no longer want to see him.

Well, he is delusional at first believing you simply needed space. You need to reflect and realize how good you have it with him. He gave you a week. Then another week, he was busy. Then another week due to once again, he after all, masterfully artfully creating schemes. When a month passed, he sent you a letter. There was no reply, in fact, the letter he sent was returned to him.

You moved. You moved. You moved.

Désire Mélodis never had someone leave him. He has broken many hearts of both genders, but when he read your letter— Actually read it, he saw the seriousness of your words. You rejected him, you gave up on a comfortable life with him… Are you stupid!?

The man’s rage is cold, he simply burned your letter before going to the desk where he has a poster of you from your performance here long before he approached you.

How ungrateful are you? The nonsense you wrote him is just that: Nonsense! The lord professor is the most desirable man you will ever meet! To have caught his eye means you should be grateful! Along with feeling special. He scoffs before laughing hysterically.

“Mon amour,” His finger tracing the jaw of your picture, “Enjoy your time away from your cage.” A dastardly smirk on his face, “For once I find you: I will clip your wings.”

You should have known sooner or later your former love would come back in a blaze of glory. All you could do is just prepare for that, mentally. You sigh the second you see Lady Truth, Mr. Inference, and Mr. White entered the theater and sat in the back. Oh, lovely.

Not even the first bloody act the stage is on fire and there is a villain who shows up by crashing from the ceiling. 

You are not even going to try to figure out how the man survived falling from that height to the stage.

There in the spotlight, there you stand wearing red, there the most dramatic moment happens before your eyes.

“You crazy son of a bitch!”

Is he serious? Is he serious about showing up like this?! In a dashing white suit with a top hair and cape, he appears, the curtain falls behind you, and he snatches you as if you magically weigh nothing. What madness! Wait, the man is too tall, and the long claws are not D.M.’s style.

“Tuberose put me down right now— Aaaaaa!!” Screaming as the terrifyingly tall man steals you away as the fire starts to consume the stage. Pointing at the place where he fell from, he points and launches the hook before sending you both flying through the air. The hook to pulling you both out of the theater.

“Please stop kicking me.” Once on the rooftop, he tosses you over his shoulder.

“Maybe I will stop kicking if you put me down!” You are beyond pissed. Honestly, you know D.M. is dramatic but burning down the opera theater, dramatic speech by his assistant, and what the hell is this get-up he put on Tuberose? “This suit is ugly by the way!”

“His request.”

You roll your eyes as you are forced to endure being chased after from rooftop to rooftop. “If you turn left at the next street you can lose them in the alley.”

“Thank you.”

“Uh-huh.” Bored. This is honestly why you ended the engagement! The drama was ridiculous, not to mention how you felt like you were competing for your ex-fiance's attention. “How is he?”

“Colder.”

“I see… I missed you guys.”

The assistant, you know you do not if Tuberose is an assistant, puts you down when close is clear.

“Are you going to change?” Watching him undress, “Oh your hair is messy.” As he changes, you fix his hair. “There.” Smiling then pouting when he puts on his fedora. He gives you his shawl to keep you warm given what you are wearing is a red costume for your part.

“Welcome home, mon petit gâteau.” Open arms as you are brought to his manor. His smile is fake, the foyer looks nice still, oh, you noticed a new maid.

“Hm,” Looking around. Nothing changed. Guess you shouldn't be surprised, you only left two or three months ago.

It took a bit of walking to the rendezvous point where Gatto sat in the automotive waiting. The drive was unbearable, you only compiled because you care for the safety of these two over your own.

Plus, D.M. would never hurt you… You hope.

“Sir, I know you understand this is kidnapping.” Crossing your arms after giving back Tuberose his shawl before that adds to this long overdue argument. “What were you thinking doing that!? Couldn't you have waited until I was home!?”

“Dear, you were merely a distraction to my true objective.”

“Ah, using me again. You never change.” Throwing your hands up in the air, “Did you at least have something made before stealing me away?”

“Dinner is prepared for us, my love. Your favorites.” Bowing as if so pleased with himself because he is, he thought of everything.

“And this is going to be civil?”

“As civil as you remain.”

And so you take his hand as he leads to the prepared dining room, alone. Alone with him.

Into the belly of the beast moment.

“Same chef?” You finished dinner, now having a shared dessert with D.M. beside you. It has been civil, a few quips or sarcastic remarks, for the most nothing argumentative. Yet.

“You said you like the way she makes the velvet cake.”

“And I told you she needed to be given time off to see her son.” Eating a spoonful of cake, “Did you?”

“Of course.” His foot rubs against your calf under the table.

“Désire.”

“I have missed you a great deal.” The lord's free hand touching yours, “We could have talked about this.”

“There was nothing to talk about, Désire.” Slipping your hand away to take a sip of the wine you have been nursing throughout dinner. Must be from his personal collection. “You have your pursues, I have my wants.” Speaking with some liquid courage in you.

“And your wants are for me to fulfill, (Name). Anything you desire and I can grant you it.”

“Do you love me?” Serious as you put the spoon down and lean on the table.

“Of course.”

“You say that but not once did you say it!” Annoyed, “I had to hope you loved me. But it seemed you loved playing games with those detectives over our relationship!”

Then you started yelling, tears ruining your simple stage makeup. God, doing this with a costume on makes this so ridiculous!

The former key to your heart is prepared, you know for he is sounding a lot calmer than you are as emotions flare out. The lord professor, son of a bitch, always so perfect; the Creme De La Creme of society, when your engagement ended— When you ended it, they blamed you. Because Désire Mélodis could do no wrong!

“(Name),” When he stands, you turn in your seat about to follow to stand your ground but when he goes on one knee, reaching into his pocket to pull out the ring, the engagement ring you sent back to him, you stop. “You're mine.” Sometimes it frightens you how sure he sounds. How can this man say without a shadow of a doubt that you are his? “You've always been mine.” The pain of that truth is you have yet to look for another. Oh, and there are suitors who have tried to do the song and dance, none have swept you off your feet like this bastard has.

“You can’t own me.” The wine hits you, “You don’t own me.” He chuckles at those words for it is the last thing you say before he kisses you. The sort of kiss he would give when you are mad at him, the sort that makes you dizzy and cling to his jacket pulling him closer. His finger outlines your jaw down to your throat, his lips leave yours as much as would enjoy staying there…

He is sweet, the sweet that makes you cry more, his arms the safest place you have ever been, and you let him slip the ring back to its rightful place.

The gentleman that he is, painfully at times, he does not take you on the dining table though you hint for him to do it. Instead, he takes you to the guest room (prepared beforehand) to sleep off the wine you drank (he knew to give you more than himself, snake).

In the morning, you will be upset. The lord likes that fire about you, keeps him entertained.

#reader insert #idv #anon ask #idv photographer #photographer x reader #identity v x reader #identity v #identity v x you #identity v photographer #identity v joseph #idv joseph #idv joseph x reader #idv x reader #joseph desaulnier #joseph desaulnier x reader

[cattamouche]

> my own interpretation of modern scara. ☄. *. ⋆

a/n: hello! I'm brand new here. writing on here has been something I've been wanting to do for a really long time so I finally created an account and put some thoughts together for my first post. it's not anything big, but it's something to get me started on here. hope u enjoy :')

✧ I know everyone likes him with an emo/goth style, but I think the elegant/pretty type of clothes he wears in game would translate over to real life quite well. Obviously he wouldn't wear the same exact clothes, but he would stick with a more elegant style rather than an emo one.

✧ He would definitely be the type of guy that has an extremely small amount of friends. I imagine him being very picky with the people he hangs out with, and despite him presenting himself as nicely as possible, his dismissive and uninterested attitude and personality would push most people away. It would be a miracle if anyone was willing to befriend him after that horrid first impression, but as long as he still has those close friends, he doesn't care about making new ones. He has a quality over quantity type of mindset for pretty much all things.

✧ Would take a while to get him to open up to you, but once you do break down those walls he's very sweet and caring. Loves his friends but is not good at showing it at all, gets embarrassed at the thought of outwardly showing his affection or appreciation for someone without the addition of a stupid remark. It's just not something he's used to, so serious affection would only be reserved for a potential partner- if he ever even managed to get to that point with someone anyway. It's hard for him, cut him some slack.

✧ As a student, I think he would take uni/college very seriously. He acts dismissive and uninterested in academics but he does put in a lot of work. You'll be miserable working with him in group projects because he'd be overly critical of your work and tell you to change things constantly, he's a perfectionist so putting up with him would be exhausting. He can be insufferable but by god will you get an A on your project. There's no way he's handing in a pile of shit with his name on it.

✧ In terms of hobbies and talents, I honestly think anything would suit him. I can imagine Ei being the type of parent to sign him up for any instrument lesson from an early age, piano, violin, chello, you name it, he has experience with a lot. Likes to play video games in his free time as well. I can't see him as the type of guy that's glued to his screen 24/7 but he's definitely spent a decent amount of his time on games. And his perfectionism doesn't just end at his studies, it applies to his hobbies too. He's the type of person that puts in a lot of effort to get all the achievements for his favorite games. Had various different consoles growing up. Has a preference for handhelds because he can take them anywhere and play a little something whenever he's bored.

✧ He's organized to a T. Of course, he does have those occasional days where his mental health is exceptionally bad, so that's the only time you'll see him a mess, and he gets extremely embarrassed about it. He cares a lot about his image, so anyone seeing him at his lowest would have to take the state they saw him in to the grave.

✧ He's a cat person. No one's surprised. He wouldn't have his own pets past those 2 goldfish he won at a fair when he was young, but when he sees strays on the street he will go out of his way to go to the nearest store and buy them some canned food. If he sees them often enough on his route, he will start carrying around little treats for them knowing he'll see them out and about. What do you mean going that specific direction is only slowing him down. No he's not going out of his way to see his little friends, it's a shortcut. You don't know what you're talking about.

Overall, in my eyes, he would just be a guy with a bit of spice. Someone that just has trouble making friends and keeping his attitude in check.

#english isnt my first language hey #the ending is kinda abrupt but idc #i love him #scaramouche x reader #modern scaramouche #modern scara #wanderer x reader #idrk what im supposed to be tagging this as tbh #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #? how do i get to my target audience bc this isnt even an x reader but like. this is the type of stuff u guys read right

[sgiandubh]

"He's actually paying those PR people? Whatever for? A drunk wombat would be better at the task." I LOL'd because my god have we been asking this very question of both Sam and Cait for years. They're PR is actually the worst. It's honestly hard to believe at times. Absolutely zero idea who either of them are trying to reach. The recalibrating after that VF disaster sent Cait into hiding, I'm not sure she's done another print interview since Belfast promo ended and if the Sam articles are going to continue on this way, he can quit too. Boring.

Dear Quit Anon,

I am flattered I managed to bring a smile or even a LOL, but I am not particularly glad about it. Unlike droves of people who think this PR shitshow is sad, I actually find it mystifying.

You are right. Goddess C went into occultation after that cursed VF interview. There are clear reasons, I think, for that. Also, please take into account the fact that, despite the illusions peddled by some fuckwits in this fandom, there are many things we simply do not know (nor should we, most probably).

As for S, I guess that ever since she went totally MIA (as I said, make-up and fash-un promo don't really compensate), he is overexposing himself. On purpose. Perhaps to protect her (I think so). Certainly to hide something. Since this is no way in hell about being gay (I will die on that hill and I know I am right), the only thing he could hide is well... I don't really need to draw it, do I?

Smoke and mirrors is always a risky strategy. S simply hasn't got what it takes to play that game long term, probably for the same reasons he was never a serious shortlist candidate for Bond. At this point in time, he'd mechanically go with whatever merde du jour is thrown by his imbecile PR on the table. Still, it's high time he'd seriously pull himself together. He can do better, as I wrote in a comment: he can do NYT and he did it very well, recently. And I was glad to see that. But Metro is just disappointing, clueless and tasteless. And it's padding up a press portfolio with amiable, meaningless bullshit that goes nowhere. Or at least nowhere near he wants to be or see himself in, let's say, five years from now.

OL is going to end. It has to. It's been both a blessing and a curse, I said that before. Then, it will be high time to end the fucking Truman Show. He (abstractly) knows that, he keeps hinting about it. “I’m ready for new challenges, but also nervous about what it’s like in the real world” - for some reason, I found this phrase very telling. But I doubt he internalized what probably still feels like a safely remote occurrence, right now.

What are his real projects? For the moment, zero. Directing? I'd love to see it, but he's got no real credentials for that. Bond? I mean, publicly gushing and insisting is not going to manifest it. He needs a real movie, a good one to break that glass ceiling. Is he going to get it? I hope so. But his personal brand awareness is still low. The PR clowns should stop talking to us, in here: we are already here and not going anywhere. All of us: antis, mommies, shippers, fencers, haters, trolls. They should talk to the people who have no clue who S is, and do it differently. He should step out of his comfort zone, ditch the leeches and refuse to discuss his personal life, for a while. There, I said it.

What are her real projects? For the moment, not much. Sure, we have The Cut, where I gather her part is minimalistic, to be kind. We also have The Amateur, of which very little is known at the moment. However, if I am correct, she is not one of the leads. Enough said. And beyond that? Crickets.

Make no mistake. The real litmus test is not now. The real litmus test is 2025. And then we'll see. And I'll still be here, taking weeping Anons because I don't know who said I don't know what I don't know where. Mark me.

#anon #fandom #shitshow

[lisbeth-kk]

Bitter

Thanks for another prompt @calaisreno

Sweet doesn’t suit you

John’s dates have a certain pattern. On the first date they meet outside the cinema and watch a film together. Right before they walk into the cinema hall, John receives a text from Sherlock. The words varies but the essence is as follows.

You will fall asleep halfway through. SH

Seriously, John. SH

The father abducted the child. SH

How Sherlock knows which film they’re watching, is beyond John, but he’s stopped caring about that long ago. He finds the texts amusing and feels himself relax once he hears the familiar ding from his phone. If his dates ever ask who the texts are from, John answers honestly, that it’s his flatmate. Neither has to date asked a follow-up question.

***

On the second date, they go to a museum or take a walk in one of London’s parks. After, they find a nice café somewhere and sit down for a coffee. As sure as the Earth goes around the Sun, Sherlock’s texts arrive after they’ve seated themselves at a table.

Eating that cake will hunt your stomach for hours, John. SH

She’s literally drooling over those macaroons. SH

Why does she have a dog when she’s allergic? SH

John chuckles when he reads the texts and shakes his head in amusement. He knows Sherlock sometimes follows him, and sometimes even John’s dates to gather data. It had irked John in the beginning, and he’d shouted and cursed quite a lot, but now he’s internally pleased with Sherlock’s weird interest in his love life.

This time, there are follow-up questions. Why does his flatmate text him? Anything in particular? A crisis of sorts? What’s he like?

And John’s almost unstoppable when asked to describe his flatmate and best friend. He covers it all. From his brilliant brain, the deductions, his skills as a musician and his affection for their landlady. He leaves out the looks, if they don’t asks specifically though. 

***

On the third date, they go out for dinner. Dress up a bit. Sherlock always looks him over before he goes. Straightens his lapels or tie. 

“It wouldn’t do our business any good if you turn up all rumpled, John,” Sherlock explains when John protests to the manhandling.

They always have an appetizer before the main course, and there’s also wine involved. At the end of the main course, there’s most likely to be fingers brushing a hand or arm and inviting eyes. When the intensity rises and their glasses are empty, John’s phone buzzes. He always turns the sound off but leaves the vibration on.

Have cheese. The other dessert’s are appalling. SH

Sweet doesn't suit you. The bitter chocolate cake may suffice. SH

Lestrade has an interesting case for us. Coming? SH

John always gets a bit tipsy after some glasses of wine, and Sherlock’s texts make him snort or laugh a bit too loud. His dates rarely appreciate it. They turn bitter, saying it’s all been a waste of their precious time. A fourth date is a thing John’s yet to experience. To his relief, come to think of it. He has more fun and excitement with Sherlock anyway. If he could have Sherlock’s love and share his bed, John would choose that any given day.

***

It’s his third, and probably last, date with Mia. She’s boring John almost to death with her daft remarks and interests. Therefore, John’s taken aback by her question. He’s just laughed at a text from Sherlock.

Do you think she’ll suck you off under the table if you ask nicely? SH

“You love him, don’t you?” Mia asks.

“What?” 

John’s stunned. What on earth is she on about?

“It’s clear as day, even to me,” she explains. “I mean he’s texted you on every date we’ve had, and the way your face lights up when you read them…”

John feels his cheek blush and he rubs his neck awkwardly.

“Uhm…are you serious?” he asks tentatively.

“Look, John, you’re a lovely man, and if anyone ever would look at me like you look at your phone…well, I can tell you I’d be more than pleased. And he must love you as well.”

“No, way. Sherlock doesn’t do relationships. Not romantic ones at least,” John says and sobers at the thought, which makes his heart ache a bit.

“I think you’re wrong. Think about it, John. If he’s not interested in you romantically why is he texting you when he knows you’re on a date?”

*** 

They parted outside the restaurant, without eating dessert, and there was no bitterness to be traced in Mia’s features. She just wished him good luck.

John ponders and twists Mia’s words in his mind while he’s walking home. She has a point. No other mate of his would go to all the trouble Sherlock has. They would barely bother with questions at all, let alone text him. As he locks himself in to 221 Baker Street, a flare of hope rises in him. 

What if Mia’s right? 

The violin starts to play just before John enters the flat. One of his favourite pieces. Silently he hangs up his jacket, tugs off his shoes and seats himself on the sofa. He drinks in the sight of Sherlock. His straight posture, the tight white shirt revealing his muscles moving underneath, his strong arms, the perfectly styled curls. John’s eyes drop to the plush and mouthwatering arse for a second. He swallows audibly and his trousers feels tight around his groin.

Jesus, the effect only a minute of eyeing the man has on him!

A sudden determination leads John to his feet, and he moves towards Sherlock. The piece is at an end and Sherlock lowers the bow and violin.

John’s right behind him now and lifts a trembling hand, placing it between Sherlock’s shoulder blades. To John’s surprise Sherlock doesn’t flinch and John finds his courage. He moves his hands to Sherlock’s flanks and leans his forehead to the spot where his hand were. Sherlock sighs and whispers John’s name.

“This okay, Sherlock?” John asks.

Sherlock confirms with a hum and John slides his arms around Sherlock’s waist and pulls him in to a proper embrace. 

He smells so good!

“No fourth date, then?” Sherlock inquires after a while.

John chuckles and turns Sherlock around to face him. He carefully releases him of the violin and bow, placing the objects carefully on the desk. The vulnerable look in Sherlock’s eyes, tells John everything.

“Brilliant deduction. I’ll only go on dates with my gorgeous flatmate from now on,” John states and pulls Sherlock down for their first kiss.

Bitter women, sweet boys!

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[vividachromatic]

Attaching Strings

Enver Gortash × Dark Urge / Reader

Tags: Smut / MDNI / NSFW, Rough Sex, Vaginal Sex, Creampie, Hair-pulling, Begging, Edging, Power-Play, Emotional Manipulation, Confessions, Mention of Sexual Trauma

Notes: Female Dark Urge, she/her pronouns and female body parts. Named Dark Urge. The name for the Dark Urge here is Lucia. She is my OC and has a much more elaborate past, than Durge in the game too. I like her and had many ideas about her journey through the main game plot. This little writing from her past with Gortash came to me easily and works as a standalone. I may still continue with her, if people are interested...

But if you want to read this as a self-insert, besides the name and gender, there is not really anything that may deviate from the canon Dark Urge.

Summary: Lucia - Or the Dark Urge easily sneaked her way into Enver Gortash's Office. But he barely seemed to mind, even attempting to get closer to her and manipulate the dangerous spawn with the fact that she never had an actual deep connection with anyone.

After spending some... quality time together, he found that he enjoyed her company much more than he expected. Much more than anyone's perhaps.

(Read this on: AO3)

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"Hello, Enver." Lucia yawned, entering Gortash's office - something absolutely no one was allowed to do - with no shame. No guards stopped her, meaning she must have successfully sneaked around all of them. But Gortash wasn't alarmed.

He turned to her with a smile, making no attempt to hide his teeth, "Ah, it's good to see you again, dear. I've missed your clever little presence..."

Lucia rolled her eyes, "I guess I missed yours, too..." She admitted, lazily sitting right in front of Gortash, on top of the desk he was currently working at. He blinked in surprise at her confidence.

"To be honest, the temple of Bhaal can be very boring most of the time..." she sighed. Then she winked at him with a sly grin, whispering "But don't tell anyone I said that."

Though she meant it as a joke, she wouldn't love to explain her words to a bunch of fanatics and her dear butler.

"Oh? And here I would have thought that with so many underlings wanting their gifts to be accepted by you, the temple would be the most exciting place for you!" He smirked, leaning forward in his chair slowly and putting his chin in his hand. "But I suppose if anyone can manage to find being worshipped boring, it would be you."

Lucia huffed a laugh.

"Oh, come on, that's exactly what makes it so boring! I want someone to tell me what the hells is up and why they agree or disagree with me. And not just kneel, whatever they may think of me, just because they're scared I'll take their head..."

"That's why I like hanging out with you. So tell me, Enver. What do you agree or disagree about with me?" Lucia grinned, repeating his first name was another way she was just purposely trying to show disrespect to him, since he explicitly ordered every one to call him Gortash.

Gortash paused, looking at her more seriously than she expected. "Do you truly want to know?"

Lucia's grin faltered only a little, she wasn't used to people being honest around her, and even though she requested his opinion, him asking again made it... serious. "Yes. Tell me your honest opinion."

He smiled. "You definitely are very charming and attractive. Your mind is quick, and your power is not to be trifled with." He leaned back into his chair, "But you seem a little lonely."

Lucia looked surprised by the answer. "Lonely? I don't even know what that feels like..." she half-joked. It's not like she ever actually thought too much about her own feelings.

Gortash folded his arms over his chest, "Hm..."

He exhaled slightly, one of his brows rising a little. "Well. I have another question for you. But I want you to answer it honestly."

"Oh? Alright then... I will." Lucia smiled, wondering what he may want to know about her.

"Is there anyone you've ever loved? In your entire life."

Lucia was taken aback. She looked at the ground, contemplating her answer. Then she cleared her throat.

"That's actually the first time someone has asked a question that's truly about me and my feelings, and not my affiliations or relations..." she looked confused, trying to gather what to say.

Did she love, or even like anyone? Normal people would love their parents. She served her father... but did she love him? She didn't know, the concept was foreign to her.

The air of amusement in the room faded. Now Gortash seemed truly interested...

"So? Was there?"

"I... I don't know. I don't think I have ever had enough time to think about my feelings. Everything was just about what or who I should be..." she answered honestly.

Gortash frowned. "But surely being asked to consider your personal feelings must feel... freeing? You're not your station, my dear. You're a person, are you not? A person with emotions and desires."

Lucia furrowed her brows in confusion. "Am I? I... don't know... I think... most people have thought of me as a tool. I don't even know what I think of myself..." She looked sad; like those thoughts genuinely crossed her mind for the first time. What did she even want?

Gortash straightened up in his chair, still looking into her eyes. She was being vulnerable, it would be the perfect opportunity to get closer to her.

"Then allow me to be the first person to care for you as more than your position. I care for you, Lucia, in a way none of the others ever have. So please... tell me how you feel."

Lucia blinked at him confused. Once, then twice, no one ever asked her about her feelings. Which is why she didn't even notice his obvious attempt at manipulation.

"....I don't know..." she whispered, looking up at Gortash,

"But I feel... not unhappy or empty. Not like I always feel. Talking to you is... nice. I think."

She felt vulnerable for the first time since she could remember. The feeling was supposed to be uncomfortable, but... she didn't hate it.

Gortash smiled, liking her answer.

"I'm glad. I'm very glad. And I'll be honest... I enjoy speaking with you as well. Your wit and words are charming all on their own."

"You mean you enjoy my company regardless of me being Bhaal's Chosen?"

Her demeanor changed, normally she was confident. Suited for the Chosen of Bhaal, one of the most dangerous persons in the world.

Gortash smiled. "Yes. Your power and position as Bhaal's Chosen is admirable. But I think you have far more interesting qualities, than just those things. And I would love to see those, my dear. Just... you."

Lucia let out a huff, hiding her face. She blushed in embarrassment for the first time in her life probably.

She felt warm. She didn't want to go home.

Seeing her flush brought a genuine smile to Gortash's face. He was enjoying this.

He laughed softly.

"You're very sweet, you know that?"

She kinda hated it, but her face turned even redder.

"Hm... you do remember who I am, right?" Or what,

"No one has ever called me sweet before.."

"Oh, I am well aware who you are." Gortash laughed, shaking his head a little. "And I do, in fact, think that you are very adorable."

Lucia just looked away from him. "Most people would call your taste weird then, I'm sure."

"Well, perhaps. But my weirdness is the last thing you should worry about." He grinned, "And I'd hate to break it to you, but I think I've grown rather fond of you, whatever that means to a Chosen like yourself."

Lucia's expression turned unsure for again.

"I... don't know. My father would probably hate for me to like a follower of Bane that much..."

Realizing what she said, her face flushed again.

"I mean-"

"Ah..." Gortash's smirk grew again, his expression becoming more amused. "So what I'm getting at is that you'd be... well, punished for liking me, is it? That does rather make things difficult, doesn't it?"

As long as she wouldn't do something unforgivable, like saving people's lifes or get killed... She would still remain his Chosen, though. And she could take a little punishment. "I guess... not that I'd mind... it's just..."

"Hmm... just what? If you do not care for the punishments you'd receive should we... continue to get closer... then there's nothing stopping us, is there?" Gortash smiled softly, leaning closer, his eyes seeming to reflect hers, as if to draw her in.

"W-Well my father's opinion is quite important to me, but..." she looked into Gortash's eyes once more, "I guess if I pray for forgiveness at his altar it'll be okay..."

Gortash chuckled softly - the little game seemed to be working.

"Your father's opinion is important to you, and you're even willing to suffer his wrath... For me?"

A sly, flirty smirk. "I have to ask... did you just confess, dear?"

"Hmm?"

Lucia thinks back to Mortal's concept of love and 'confessions'. Confessing means liking someone more than just in a platonic way... so...

"I... I guess... yes."

Gortash laughed again, and now there was a sparkle in his eyes. An almost child-like quality, or at least the equivalent to that of a man his age.

"Is that so? I suppose that means that you'll be... well... staying with me, then? In whatever this... relationship of ours may end up being?"

He was human... and though he was a little older than her, his lifespan would be much shorter... Though there are ways to change even that. She just... didn't know how to feel about all of this. As long as everyone would die one day, continuing Bhaal's legacy was part of her job, too.

She sighed, "Though you'll probably feel even more smug than you already do if I say this... I think I have quite taken a liking for you." She confessed, adding

"I guess I just have to beg my father for forgiveness for this..." in a whisper.

Gortash laughed, his expression becoming a little more... genuine now. He took her hand, and held it lightly, his thumb brushing across it gently.

"Oh, I would certainly be smug about that, my dear..." But then he paused, a little more thoughtful now. He took a second to actually contemplate his goal with her. In a way, he actually was growing a bit... fond of her

So it would definitely not be a bad thing to have her around for a bit.

"I don't know if this will make you feel any better, but your father can never take this feeling away from you. Not even death itself can. So whether he forgives you or not does not matter - what we feel here and now is genuine." He comforted her genuinely

Her eyes glistened, then closed. It's even possible she might be holding back some tears. She never considered to be anything without her father.

"I um... I feel tired... I can walk back, but..." She was obviously hinting at sleeping over.

Gortash sighed softly, then chuckled. Of course, this is where her feelings would take them to... But she was trying to be polite about it, so he didn't mind taking the lead.

"It's well past late now, so you're welcome to stay in my quarters for the night. You'll have plenty of space, and I assure you I will not bother you until sunrise."

He smirked. "Unless, of course, you would like me to not let you sleep at all..."

"I..." Her face flushed, thinking about what to say.

"Well, I... don't really need any sleep at all, so..." she coughed.

He couldn't help but grin. Not exactly surprising that she didn't need sleep - she was the child of a God, of course.

 

"Oh, I suppose I could have assumed that. Well, I don't mind staying with you for the night. That is... if you would like me to..." He trailed off, making an exaggerated eyebrow and wink with a smirk.

"You're getting a little too cocky now, you know..." Lucia grinned with a soft blush.

Gortash laughed. "I am, am I not?" He grinned proudly, and raised an eyebrow.

"Well... I guess so, yes. You may stay with me." she averted eye-contact nervously. "So, perhaps you want to show me your chambers?"

His eyes glittered as he saw her blush, and he nodded. "Well then. Of course. Shall I lead the way?"

As he spoke, he stood up from the chair, and stepped in front of her, holding out his hand towards her, gesturing for her to take hold of it.

Lucia took his hand into her own, letting him lead them.

Gortash walked the way, his steps sure and steady as a rock. With their hands interlocked, he slowly but purposefully led her out of the room, through narrow and dim hallways, to a nice but rather simple designed chamber.

But Lucia liked it. Considering blood and Intestines were considered nice decorations where she lived.

Gortash turned towards her upon entering, then smirked, letting go of her hand.

"You have a nice bed..." Lucia smiled shyly.

"I do what I can to make myself comfortable, my dear." He said, his expression becoming even more confident now.

He stepped towards it and sat on the edge of the bed. He motioned with his hand for her to join him.

"Please."

Lucia quietly stepped closer, sitting down on the soft bed at Gortash's invitation.

Though all of this could be seen as quite suggestive, she was still wondering how this night would play out.

Did he have a bathroom near his chambers..? Maybe she should freshen up. But she didn't take anything with her...

"Do you have something like night garments, perhaps?" She asked.

Gortash just laughed as he shook his head.

"...No. I do not. That would be rather pointless, don't you think?"

Well, so this was leading to something.

Well, obviously.

Not only has he hinted at it before, be she also invited herself into his chambers. So...

"Why?" She asked, playing coy and leaning closer to him.

"Well..." Gortash smirked, his eyes glittered with an almost dangerous gleam.

"I was planning for a much more... indecent sleep... with you."

Lucia nodded with a smile and whispered "Show me what you mean, then."

Gortash chuckled, and suddenly shifted closer to her. He put his arm around her, moving to lay her down on the bed.

Then, he lay down right next to her, his arm snaking over her and his body pressed up against hers.

"Is this good..?" He asked, trying to read her expression.

"That's all?" She breathed against his neck, giving him goosebumps.

Gortash's breath caught, and his grin grew wider. She was being more forward than he expected, but he didn't mind - rather the opposite.

His arm snaked further up her body, his body pressing more closely against her.

His breath was becoming more labored, and his other hands began stroking her thigh. Lucia let out a shaking breath, putting her hand on his, guiding it more towards the center.

"Mmmm... My, you really are an adorable thing... aren't you?" He chuckled softly. "You aren't afraid at all, are you?" Or uncomfortable.

Gortash has slept with a number of people before. But it has never been so... enthusiastic on both sides. Usually, one side would be getting something out of it.

Sex was mostly about power, not pleasure. In his experience at least.

And perhaps he did initially start flirting with her to get something out of it, but... he still felt excited. And not like he or the other person just had to force themselves through the act.

"Afraid? I'm giving you the lead, Enver, but we both know that if anyone should be afraid of the other, it should be you..." Lucia smirked, unaware of his complicated thoughts about this.

He just let out a chuckle in response, "Oh, really? Would you say I should be scared of you? Though you are powerful, your current position makes it hard for that to come across." He chuckled, hovering above her, still stroking her core through her underwear.

"I could snap your neck in two seconds if I wanted to." She whispered, grinding against his fingers.

Gortash laughed, and his breath caught for a second.

"Is that so? But who says I couldn't do the same..." He smirked, one of his hands stroking her neck now, softly closing his hand around her throat.

Could he? Maybe. And maybe she didn't hate that.

For the first time there was actually someone but her in charge. She felt like she could actually enjoy this for the first time, too.

She took the hand teasing her entrance again, to actually guide it where it felt good.

She let his cold index finger touch the soft bundle of nerves above her opening, letting out a moan immediately.

Gortash just raised his brow, pushing his finger into the spot again, watching her letting out another deep moan. With a smirk he started massaging the spot, making her let out serval, quiet and soft moans and huffs.

He found that extremely hot, to say the least.

He shifted the hand on her neck to softly caress it and hold her face.

She opend her eyes to look into his. Seeing her eyes glowing with pleasure, only made it better. So he pressed a kiss on to her lips, softer than she expected.

While still massaging her clitoris with his index finger, he used his middle one to stroke her folds, finding them to be extremely wet already. He smirked into the kiss, deepening it, while retracting his hand from her pussy, immediately feeling her groan against his lips in complaint. He parted from her mouth now, too, chuckling at her frustrated look.

"You're quite impatient, huh? Don't worry, I wasn't planning on letting you wait for that much longer." He smirked, taking his time to properly remove her underwear now, sliding it off her legs, finding it to be completely damp already.

Lucia avoided eye-contact finding this extremely embarrassing.

Throwing the panties on the ground he worked to undo his own belt.

She looked at him removing her belt and pants silently for a few seconds, only to find him looking up to her with a smirk, catching her staring. "You're liking the show?"

Lucia looked back to the ground again, clearing her throat, then started working on opening the buttons of her dress. But Gortash quickly stopped her.

"Let me do it." He whispered lowly.

Lucia just nodded removing her hands. Gortash smiled in response to her obedience, removing her dress for her, leaving her in nothing but her bra.

He then leaned to press a kiss on her lips again with a smile, while unclapping the bra. When he removed his lips from hers again, he found her completely bare in front of him.

He leaned in to kiss her again, pushing her back on to the matress with one hand and fondling her breast with the other one.

Moaning into the kiss, she started tucking at the collar of his shirt, hinting for him to take it off. He parted the kiss with a chuckle, removing his shirt for her.

Lucia leaned forward again, pressing her knee to his private parts. Gortash let out a moan, gripping her arm.

"Take me right now, alright? I don't want to wait any longer." She whispered against his lips.

Gortash felt a warm shiver going down his spine.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his eyes glimmering as he spoke. "I could get a bit rough, you know..."

But those words didn't deter her. Her gaze just grew more confident, as she grinned at him as if to challenge him.

"Alright then, if you insist. But don't expect me to go soft on you," He repeated, as if to indirectly ask for permission.

"I wouldn't want you to." Lucia just answered.

"Well, then..." he used both his hands to push her down at the matress again, while still kneeling above her. His hands wandered to her hips, turning her around to roll her onto her belly. He leaned down, holding both of her hands in a tight grip, effectively trapping her underneath him.

"Is that what you wanted, hm?" He breathed into her ear.

 

A pleasant shiver went through her body, as she let out a shaking breath. She closed her eyes, enjoying the moment. The feeling of being completely overpowered and at the mercy of someone else.

She nodded.

Gortash's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes glinted. She seemed quite enthralled with him, so, he decided to press his advantage, and leaned to whisper in her ear again.

"Your reactions are quite telling. Is this the first time you've had someone else take control?" He smiled, biting her earlobe.

Lucia let out a huff, though him enjoying his power-trip in the moment was hot, she began to grow more impatient by the second. "Yes. Now stop teasing me, alright?"

Gortash chuckled, as he released the grip and her hands and shifted his own back down to her hips, giving them a light squeeze. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Gortash was enjoying himself this much.

"So, if I may ask, are you ready for me?"

 

"Yes." Lucia breathed softly.

 

"Then..." he leaned down to whisper in her eat, "I am afraid you'll just have to wait for a bit."

 

Lucia growned in response, which only made Gortash let out a laugh above her.

"My, you're getting incredibly desperate about a mere human. The Chosen of the God of Tyranny no less. We're supposed to be Rivals, if not enemies, you know?" Gortash chuckled, stroking her arm softly. "But here you are being such a good girl under me. I am quite flattered, if I'm being honest."

"Y-You..." she breathed, hearing him laugh above her. "I can actually snap your neck, you know?" She asked, annoyed and impatient, but not truly angry. "You're getting off on this, aren't you?"

 Gortash just smirked. "Yes, and yes."

"I am enjoying putting you off, I admit. And I am quite aware that you could very easily kill me if you wanted to. But you wouldn't do that, right? Not when you're enjoying this as much as I am."

Lucia's annoyed expression instantly cleared when Gortash leaned down to kiss her again. And Gortash definitely enjoyed the effect he had on her. She was playing exactly into the role he had planned for her.

She moaned into the kiss, bucking her hips up to meet his. Parting only for a second to whisper, "Enver..."

The smile on his face grew, as he leaned his full weight upon her, his breath becoming more shaky by the moment.

He moaned and nodded, one of his hands moving to her neck again, as the kiss continued, only parting for another second whisper. "Yes, my dear? Tell me... what do you want?"

"Please just take me, please.." she begged under him, swallowing all her pride and silently cursing herself for being so pathetic under a human. Someone that was one of her father's rivals nonetheless. 

His smile turned smug as he broke the kiss. "Oh, that sounds awfully like begging to me..."

He continued to press his weight upon her, but she could feel his hands traveling down her body - caressing, rubbing, and moving their way downwards. And finally, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"I will take you. I'll take you, my dear. I want to hear you scream."

Lucia gripped the bedsheets as Gortash pressed his length to her hole.

 "Just say it one more time, please, beg. " he sounded desperate himself.

 "Ugh, Enver... please, please..!" She cried. And he didn't wait another second, before finally pushing himself into her, making him shake a little in delight and Lucia grip the bedsheets tighter.

 The room became hotter and hotter as he began moving into her, starting slowly.

"Hah..." Lucia moaned softly into the bedsheets. "You're... way too gentle..."

 "Oh?" His body was blazing hot now, as his movements became more aggressive, and he began to thrust himself harder into her, his body shaking slightly.

He had to bite back his laughter. She wasn't just letting it happen - she was actively enjoying this, too, this was so much better than he expected.

Lucia started whimpering under him, sounding way more out of breath now. You would even think she is in pain... if she wouldn't lean into it so much.

 "Mmm... You like this, don't you? You like how I'm treating you. Don't you?"

His breath caught in his throat, and he moved slightly faster, and harder.

 He was enjoying this so much that it was almost like getting revenge against life for how often he had to force himself through something like this.

And the fact that she was enjoying it so much too - just made this whole thing so much better. The only people who ever enjoyed sex with him, were taking advantage of him in some kind of way.

 But they enjoyed this together.

Lucia started trembling against him suddenly.

"Enver, I think I- I-"

"You're what?"

His movements turned sloppy, and his breath caught in his throat. The sound of her voice, the look of pleasure in her eyes. A shiver ran through his body, and his breath became sharp.

"Oh, please... please... give it to me..." he begged.

"Ha.. ah!" Suddenly Gortash felt her tightening around her, making it harder to move. Still, he kept his pace, letting her come around his cock.

He chocked on his breath. She was just... so beautiful in this moment.

He could never have anticipated a moment like this, one where he felt so much power. But her sounds of pleasure, and the way her body trembled underneath him...

Gortash roughly pulled her up on her hair against him, though trying to not actually hurt her, and continued thrusting into her.

"Ha... ha..." though feeling overstimulated, she continued to let Gortash take her how he wanted to, while he was pulling her hair.

 

They were so completely lost in this moment, in the pleasure they both felt. And she was such a good girl for him, too, just letting him take this moment the way he wanted to.

There was so much power he felt now, looking at her, as she released around him a second time, as Gortash now finally came inside her, too - at the same time. He continued riding out their orgasm, pushing his semen into her.

 

After everything, both of them rolled on to their side, feeling fullfilled,

Lucia tried to calm herself on her side of the bed and finally caught her breath now.

Gortash was lying next to her, breathing heavily aswell. The room was still warm, and the heat from their bodies had not dissipated yet.

The his moment was just perfect. And he leaned his body closer to hers, studying her face. 

Lucia slowly opend her eyes, finding Gortash already looking at her. She then gave him a soft smile, still out of breath.

This was, strangely enough exactly the moment something changed inside of him. This was the moment making him realize, that he wanted her beside him. When the world would fall under his and Bane's Tyranny. She would sit beside him.

And perhaps then, he'll even be okay with her killing him at the altar.

"You're so beautiful, you know," he whispered softly, his voice soft and gentle now, a stark contrast to before. His eyes were still shining with that smirk he usually wore, but this time, they seemed... brighter.

He raised a hand up to her face, caressing it softy.

Lucia's gaze turned soft now, too. She liked him - which is why she even wanted to share the bed with him in the first place, but this afterwards, felt almost better than the act itself. The pure moment of... love? It was soft, vulnerable. But strong. Lucia felt her heart swell, as she leaned into his touch, softly caressing his arm and laying her head on top of his chest.

And even his heart stirred, it was a feeling he never expected.

He felt... soft. Not in a way where he felt weak, but in a way where he was willing to share a part of himself with her. And that felt... good. The soft touch of her fingers lightly rubbing against his arm was quite... nice.

He was comfortable. This sensation was foreign to him, but he was content.

 

They didn't know what their future would entail. Probably a lot of trouble. Especially considering that both of them were Chosen's of different gods. Everything was complicated. The world would continue to be cruel, but...

This felt nice.

And both really hoped that whatever would happen in the future, this wouldn't be the last night they would spend in each other's arms.

Gortash felt felt Lucia's consciousness slipping away, and for the first time he didn't see that as weakness. He squeezed her arm gently, leaning his head against hers. His own consciousness slipping away, too.

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[wrenreid]

Off Limits

contents: heavy petting, allusions to sex, greiving

Part Nineteen

“You baked brownies?” I huff out a soft laugh. She’s seriously the cutest.

“My life is uneventful when I’m not with you or doing school,” she tells me, setting the tupperware down on my counter top.

I follow her into the kitchen to grab one of the brownies. I take a bite, and she immediately asks me if they taste okay. I hold up a finger as to tell her to give me a second to swallow the bite.

“So?” She asks, looking up at me.

“They’re amazing, Jade,” I smile.

She grins, looking accomplished. She tells me to eat as many as I want as she makes her way to my couch. She kicks off her sneakers before sitting down, legs criss crossed.

I grab another brownie before joining her on the couch. She’s already turning on the tv to a show we started together. It’s not a new one, but it’s one we turn on whenever she’s over. If I’m being honest, I don’t entirely know what’s going on because we don’t pay much attention to it. Usually, our tongues are in each other’s mouths whenever it’s on.

I haven’t kissed someone this much, and I’m not still not sure I’ll ever get used to her lips. I also don’t think I’ll ever get bored of them.

Jade’s hand turns my face toward hers, and I’m prepared for her to kiss me, but she doesn’t. Instead, she wipes my mouth with a soft laugh.

“Brownies are messy,” I say in my own defense.

“You’re messy,” she teases.

“Am I? Let’s test that,” I grin, pulling her to me.

I kiss her, not caring if it’s perfect or soft. She hums against my lips.

I pull away quickly, looking into her eyes. “Would you want to go out?”

“Like on a date?” She asks, a smile on her lips.

“Yeah,” I nod, my cheeks pink.

“I would love to,” Jade tells me. “When?”

I shrug. Dinner is too serious, and we’re not technically together. “How about 2?” A lunch date seems good enough for our situation.

“Sounds perfect. Let me go get ready,” she hops up from the couch.

It’s only 11am, but I don’t protest or tease her for leaving so soon to get ready.

I hop in the shower after pressing play on my playlist. The music accompanies the sounds of the shower head.

I take my time, washing my hair, shaving, singing to my shampoo bottle, etc. After getting out and drying off, I wrap the towel around my body and a cotton t shirt around my wet hair.

After some time of sitting on my bed and scrolling through my phone, still naked, I get dressed in a cute but causal skater type dress. I take my hair out of the t shirt and dry it the rest of the way with a dry brush that gives my hair some wave and volume.

I keep the makeup simple, knowing I won’t want to take a bunch off at the end of the day.

I’m ready by 1:30, so I wait in my room for Spencer’s text. I kind of hate that he can’t be the type to knock on my door to pick me up, but it’s worth not having my dad attempt to murder the both of us.

We go to a cute café downtown. Spencer’s dressed nice, but still more causal than his work clothes. We sit across from each other in a booth.

The two of us talk about anything and everything as we eat our lunch. I’ve ordered a sandwich and he’s eating soup, trying not to spill it on himself.

I’ve been on a few dates in my life, none serious or with people I truly liked, and I’ve never been more comfortable. Honestly, this hardly feels like a date, in the best way possible.

I’m smiling at everything he says, whether it’s a cute sentence or compliment or a weird fact he has stored inside his magnificent brain.

“Are you ready, my lady?” He says, offering his hand to me. He looks like a dork, but I love it.

“Yes sir,” I laugh softly, standing up as I take his hand. “Or doctor.”

When we get back to my apartment from our lunch date, I’m kissing her before we’re even halfway through my door. I just can’t help it.

Within less than five minutes of kissing, she’s straddling my lap, her hands in my hair. This is my favorite way to kiss her. She looks so pretty like this.

My hands grip Jade’s hips as our mouths practically attack each other’s. I run my tongue along her bottom lip, something I’ve found she likes. Seeming to have a mind of their own, my hands trail down to her thighs. She tugs on my hair that lays on the nape of my neck, telling me she likes that.

I grip her thighs tightly, listening to the soft noise Jade releases into my mouth with pride. My hands find their way up to her ass, I squeeze again.

Jade pulls away, and I’m about to apologize, but she smiles. Her lips hover above mine before she trails her kisses down to my jaw then to my neck. I grip onto her tighter as I let out a low groan.

I can hear her heavy breathing when she pulls pulls away from my neck. Her lips are close to my ear when she says “I like when you touch me.”

Her words trigger something in me, and I let out another noise. The ever-growing bulge in my pants twitches. I’m not sure if she notices, but she rolls her hips against mine as she sucks on my neck slowly. Her core slides against the tent in my lap, and I curse under my breath.

Without thinking with anything but what’s in my pants, I pick her up and help her lay down, back against the couch. Jade looks up at me, curiosity, pride, and nervousness in her eyes all at once. I hover above her, looking down at her before connecting our lips again.

I said before that her on my lap was my favorite position, but I think I’ve found a new one. She looks perfect underneath me.

My hands trail up from her waist. I pull away from her lips. Without a word, she nods and grabs my hand, placing it on her breast. She pulls me down to kiss her again. I take the opportunity to squeeze her. My lips fall back into the rhythm of kissing her while my hand cups her tit, holding mostly all of it in my palm as I play with it.

She moans softly, silently begging me for more. I want to give it to her. I crave to give it to her.

But I can’t.

I stop her as her hand grips onto the hem of my shirt. I don’t let her pull it up. I sit up, breathing heavy. I don’t glance at her because I have a feeling of what her face looks like right now.

Jade pushes herself up, sitting upright too. “Is something…?”

“I don’t want to have sex,” I say quickly. I’m partially lying. I do want to have sex, but not with her right now. Not yet.

“Oh,” she says, pushing the stray strands of hair away from her face. She nods, but I can sense a hint of hurt and confusion in her.

“I’m sorry, I just made this weird,” I sigh, running a hand though my hair.

“No, no, Spence, you didn’t,” she tells me, but I know she’s bluffing, “You’re right. It was getting a little… much. We can just watch the show.”

I nod, feeling a little guilty. She lays her head on my chest, definitely pretending not to notice the fact that I’m extremely hard right now. I grab a blanket from the back of the couch and cover us both with it.

We watch the show that neither of us really know the plot of as we cuddle on the couch.

I’m not entirely sure why I feel hurt by him stopping us, but I do. I mean, he has every right to say he doesn’t want to have sex. But I can’t seem to shake the feeling that it had nothing to do with him not wanting to do it and everything to do with me.

I don’t know what I’ve done wrong. Maybe he realized I’m not what he wants in that aspect of a relationship. Or maybe it’s the fact that I’m inexperienced.

I don’t know, but I do know it’s going to eat at me for the rest of the day.

After a moment’s thought, I realize maybe I wasn’t entirely ready anyway. I mean, yeah, if I’m going to have sex with anyone I want it to be him. But I also don’t exactly know what to do. Obviously, I know the playbook, I read, I watch movies, but I’m not sure if I’ll be good at it. I don’t want to embarrass myself in front of Spencer.

I’ve never thought like this before. Usually I’m confident, and I’m sure of everything. I’m a law student, I have to be confident. But with him, I feel different. I don’t feel like the lion anymore, I feel like the weak-in-the-knees prey.

I try to not let these thoughts consume me as we continue watching the show. He grabs us both brownies that are still on the counter from this morning. Things between us are a little awkward as we sit and eat in a mostly silent environment.

I leave his apartment around 6, feeling like I need some time alone. I’m not upset with him at all for stopping our hormonal touch fest, but I’m still not sure it wasn’t because of me.

“Where do you keep disappearing to?” My dad chuckles as I walk through the door.

“I went to lunch with a friend then I was at CeCe’s,” I lie. “Her brother needed help with homework, and I’m here so why not?”

CeCe’s brother is a senior in high school now, and since his sister is in New York again, it does seem very likely for him to ask me for help. I’ve known the kid since I’ve known his sister, and that feels like it’s been forever.

My father nods, a soft grin on his face. “You know he has a crush on you.”

“What? No he doesn’t.”

“He totally does,” Dad laughs.

I roll my eyes as I make my way toward the stairs.

Now that I think about it, Josh was always very friendly whenever I was at his house. But he was a middle schooler, and I was way too occupied with mine and CeCe’s “mature” problems to even really notice him. I guess it’s kind of similar to my crush on Spencer when I was Josh’s age.

I plop down on my bed and pick up a book. It’s the book I bought when Spencer took me to the bookstore. I crack it open and start reading.

I allow myself to get lost in the words, in the world. When I was younger, I would read to escape my real life. I would get consumed by fictional worlds rather than dwelling on the fact that my father was hardly home.

I’m particularly fascinated by fantasy novels. It’s a bit out of character for me, but I like reading of people and societies much different than what I actually come in contact with.

I set the book down when I can no longer handle reading of a mother daughter relationship. Of course, the one young adult book where the parents are present happens to be the one I picked out.

My heart is pounding quickly.

Grief works in funny ways. Sometimes I’m fine, and I can think of my mother with a smile and a warm heart. Then other times I feel like my entire world is crashing down like it did when I got that call. It’s like she has died all over again, and I’m feeling the unbearable pain of it all over again.

I close my eyes, leaning my head against the head board of my bed. I’ve felt too many emotions today. My stomach has twisted and turned too many times today.

The worst part about this grief is that I can’t talk to anyone. Not anyone who’d understand at least. I would rather suffer alone than bring up my mother to my dad, and even if I did, he wouldn’t quite get my perspective just like I’d never truly understand his.

My brother is too young to talk to about the pain. I know he feels it too, and I wish everyday that I was the one in that house with Foyet and not my four year old brother. He’s just a baby, a little kid. I know he heard what happened to our mom, even if he doesn’t remember it well. It should’ve been me there, not him. But I’m not so sure I’d be as good as a hider as he was. I know my dad believes that if I was there, I would’ve died too. Maybe that’s true.

I just can’t help but dwell on the fact that I wasn’t there. I was an hour away. I didn’t get to say goodbye. I hadn’t even spoken to her in a week.

Deep breath. I take a deep breath and wipe away the tears I didn’t even feel stream down my face. As much as it hurts, maybe I needed this. To feel it. Even just for a minute. At least the pain means I’m here, and that I loved someone so deeply that I’ll never truly get over the loss.

I’ll give myself an hour or so to lay in bed being overwhelmed with all the emotions that have gnawed at my stomach today. I’ll allow the wallowing for some time, then I’ll pick myself up. For my dad. For Jack. For myself.

twenty

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[your-fave-adopted-you]

Hello!

Can I make a request, please? Recently I was reviewing the finale of season 4 of Stranger Things and the thought came to me: what if fem!MC got an overblot and would be on the verge of death? And, like Max, would be very emotional at this moment, confusingly saying that she's scared and she doesn't want to die?

i really like this one, anon, because it implies that this time, MC is a magic user!

and i also live for the angst so prepare for long ass paragraphs :)

Guardian! School staff + Fem!MC who overblots

Characters : Crowley, Crewel, Trein.

Fem! Reader

TW : reader is on the verge of death, lots of emotional angst.

Context :

Why was this happening exactly? wasn't this supposed to be a dream come true?

You found yourself in a world full of wonders, you made amazing friends and even got an awesome adoptive father!

life back at home could be so boring, so exhausting, so... painful.

It's been a couple of years here, with no trace to verify that your home world is real and not just a long, elaborated dream. But, it's alright, see...

in this world? you could even do magic! sure, you were far behind all of your classmates, who even happened to be geniuses... but that didn't let you down! because you could conjure light in the dark! fire in the cold! wasn't it absolutely amazing?

So why can't you even close your eyes right now, fearing to awaken somewhere...else?

Dire Crowley

Oh man, the GUILT.

this man is actually serious for once in his life, because reality hit him like a truck.

along with your friends, he was facing you, but not quite. The girl that was in front of him was a scream turning into echo. Rage and frustration waved out of you with such ache that he could swear it could turn the air to poison.

You were so filled with fury and resentment, and still it wasn't like other overblots.

You wanted to hurt him. To make him take you seriously. You wanted to crush anyone that would even question you at this point.

You knew that you were out of control, out of your mind. But after all, this wasn't that much about you, right?

Taking care of every mess that Crowley was too "busy" to attend. Most of you were literal kids, saving each other from succumbing to the void. Agression, betrayal, kidnaping, attempted murder... You were supposed to solve all of this, being the absolute weakest link in this school full of prodigies?

Also maybe everyone already forgot but, you had a home back in your world, there were people that would be heartbroken after you were missing for long enough to be presumed dead.

No. you weren't crazy, you weren't just in pain nor out of your mind.

You were a consecuence.

and while it's true that everyone else was worried, and some felt responsible, they knew who was getting the worst out of this.

Because, it was his fault, after all.

He was supposed to protect you. It even seemed that he cared... but did he? did he care enough?

it was honestly pretty easy to beat you, because even when you seemed to be raging, for some reason there was this faint trace of... restraint?

actually no one was seriously injured,

except for you.

For some strange reason, all the damage that you should've done to the school, to everyone else...

It lied within you.

rotting. poisoning your sistem. You didn't want to look, but if you had to guess you would say that your blood would be black by now

no other overblot looked like this.

defeated, you seemed... small. All curled up laying on your side.

At least he was the first one to hold you, making sure that you could breathe well.

it seems that even in that state, there was no chance that you would hurt anyone but yourself.

and finally, as you conjure enough energy to speak, you manage to break his heart even more.

"could you lie to me? tell me that I'm fine, please..."

but he couldn't, petrified, it seemed like he couldn't even blink, watching over you like if he got his eyes off you for just a second you would disappear.

In contrast, your eyes remained tightly shut, as you kept weakly talking.

"what is going to happen now? am i expelled?"

as everyone else called for help and tried to ease the situation,

Your guardian remained silent. But, of course, what would he say? you already asked him to lie, he knew you, and what you wanted to hear... what would it be? what should he say? "it doesn't look that bad"? "at least no one else got badly injured"?

"..."

"it's okay, I'm so sorry, y/n"

"i know, dad."

You muttered as you finally fell unconscious.

Divus Crewel

He wanted to kill Crowley himself.

He knew that it was mainly Crowley's fault, he even told him about it once, but you know the principal, he just won't listen.

As he watched you in horror, he couldn't stop thinking about how he should have noticed earlier, how he should have prevented this from happening,

how he had failed to protect you.

it was such a messy chaos, loud and scattered. all over the place.

It was a desperate cry, calling for destruction.

how could someone who didn't even grow up learning magic cause so much damage?

And despite it all, it didn't take too long to defeat you, especially when Crewel was helping out your friends.

It really made no sense.

And oh, you seemed so small and fragile. A glass that had fallen, all in one piece, but the moment he held you, would you fall apart in his arms?

At least he held you tightly, as if he were trying to prevent that from happening.

"My puppy, my precious. You didn't end him, but i will."

he's pretty much driven by rage right now, but not enough to make him part from you.

"...How do i look?" was the first thing you could mutter.

"Beautiful, as always."

"Are the rest okay?— please tell me i didn't..."

"No, don't worry about that. No one is hurt, alright?" he said as he firmly held your hand.

He knew what had driven you to this state, he knew how you took yourself all the damage, as a part of you had realized how badly things could've turned out for your classmates who didn't even do anything wrong.

And he knew that one day you would go back home to never return.

he had thought for the longest time that the kind of pain he would feel that day just couldn't be compared to anything else.

Losing a daughter.

And is there something as dangerous and debilitating, as precious and tender, as the love for one's daughter?

he had never thought of losing you like this. It just couldn't have crossed his mind. Seeing you part not knowing if you would be okay? if you would be alone? no. there was no way.

"I... I'm scared i don't want to-"

"You won't." He said, worry turning to terror.

"..."

"I'm sorry, Crewel."

It was the most sincere and defeated tone he had ever heard you speak.

And in this exact moment. He got up still holding you in his arms.

he refuses to think about this any longer.

There's no time to waste, you will be okay.

Mozus Trein

Please let this man rest, this is too much.

he doesn't even have the time to get mad at Crowley,

he's just speechless.

The way you had turned into an echo, a shadow of yourself, projected to be so much bigger, scarier. It was honestly a horrifying view.

you had kinda given some signs that this would happen, as early as some months ago, even.

But since you were so inexperienced with your spells, believing them to be harmless, he kind of just expected you to get better on your own.

and you did.

... Right?

giving her space to grow, to solve her problems, to live her life.

That was supposed to be the best way. It had already worked just fine with his older kids.

Could it be that you needed him more than he believed?

But now none of this matter, your friends are trying to take you down, and he can only help to an extent.

And as you fall, defeated, everyone starts to form a crowd around you, and your poor old man has to yell at them to get away from you.

Poor thing, precious child. At the end of the day you wouldn't let yourself harm anyone, right?

Laying like that on the cold ground, you reminded him of the poor birds his cat gifts him regularly, their only crime being on the wrong place at the wrong time.

If only your case was like that, if only it was unavoidable... he thinks it wouldn't hurt as much.

He knows that he can't carry you, but at least he gets down to hold you the best he can

you both look like shit at this point tbh

Then to find out you're in a worse state that he thought you would be,

like if your rage was still eating you alive, consuming the las residue of energy you had inside.

And he was PANICKING. i mean, how would you not?

In the world there's only one rule between parents and their children that must be followed no matter what.

The parent shall never outlive the child.

And there you where, fighting for your breath in his arms.

It may be the first time ever that his students saw this man emulate an emotion other anger, or disappoint it was unnerving to see,

It's only natural, since seeing a pillar tremble would make anyone inside the building panic.

"Sorry...i fucked up." You finally managed to say.

There was fear in your eyes, an obvious fear that any human can recognize. You didn't want to go, not yet, but you couldn't even dare to say it, as if expressing your fear of dying would cast a spell to make you a mortal. At such a young age... no one is, no one is supposed to be.

"..."

"Watch your language, young lady."

When he told you that, he was actually smiling, appreciating that you would say something like that to ease the situation.

Only for that smile to fade away when you fell unconscious.

Help is on the way. Everything should be fine.

But until then, the hands that are holding you won't stop trembling.

#twst x mc #twst x reader #dire crowley #divus crewel #mozus trein

[yandere-romanticaa]

❤️ I'm dedicating this post to @cinnamonest because your momcon stuff is beyond entertaining and I was inspired by it. Also adding @khaenruin because I can! <3

yandere! modern au! kaeya alberich x female! chubby! reader.

Imagine you're in your late 40's, maybe early 50's and you can't help but feel a little sad to see your life just flash right in front of you. Due to a one night stand you became pregnant and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl who was your pride and joy, you'd do anything for her. Her father wasn't anywhere near the picture but in a way you wanted to keep it like that. That man was a hot mess and if he took one step towards your baby you'd bite his head clean off his shoulders, with no hesitation whatsoever. That's why you had to move, to get away from everything and everyone. You needed a fresh start and your daughter definitely needed a more secure future. Without a word you just packed everything up and took your daughter with you, not even saying a goodbye to anyone you knew, not even to your closest friends and family.

Moving so far away definitely took its tool on you but thankfully you were blessed with incredibly kind neighbors who were more than willing to help you out. Your neighbors were the Ragnvindr's and you became good friends almost immediately. The family consistent of their father, his biological son Diluc and his adopted younger brother Kaeya. There were a few other kids in the nearby like Jean or Eula, perfect girls to keep your girl company. You felt so blessed to have met everyone and you made sure to express your gratitude whenever and however you possibly could. You made sure to spoil the boys whenever they came by the house, be it cookies, sweets or even your attention, they seemed to like that too!

Although, not everything was so peachy as you wished it was. Little Kaeya had this mischievous streak to him, he liked to play pranks on you. They were all harmless of course but you always made sure to give him a light scolding. In hindsight, you really should have payed better attention to that cheeky grin he gave you, and how his apologies never quite matched his tone. There was also one separate occasion that really shook you a little, and that's when Kaeya stepped aside and cornered you on one of your daughters birthday parties. He was maybe around 7 when that happened, you honestly can't be bothered to remember but what he said to you was something definitely worth remembering.

"Wait for me when I'm older Miss (y/n)! I want to be with you one day, I love you!"

Ah, he was so adorable, you almost wanted to faint from cuteness. You didn't take him seriously of course, who would? He tried so hard to convince you that he was serious and that he meant every word he said, but you just brushed off his words and ushered him back into the living room with the other kids. The party mostly went on without a hitch, aside from the occasional sad eye that Kaeya gave you, but still good none the less.

Time passes, you're getting older and the world hasn't been kind to you. You've gained weight and you can't but help to feel a little uncomfortable with your body, how could you not? These days all of the mums in the entire street seem to look like all these incredible supermodels while you were stuck at your house with your old and tattered apron and the boring desk job you managed to secure all those years ago. Your daughter was going off to college real soon and you wanted to support her no matter what, but because of that you hardly had any time for yourself. Working out and going to the gym just wasn't an option for you, you just didn't have that kind of money or time. You tried to balance that out by eating the healthiest food you could get your hands on and some home work outs, but no matter how hard you tried nothing was working for you. It also didn't help that the women around you made it so crystal clear how they thought you were ugly you were, and you were none the wiser. You started to believe them and their harsh words, taking it as a gospel truth of sorts. Even while you were down in the dumps it was still nice to see your daughter grow up into a beautiful young woman, who was at this very moment getting ready for a date with Kaeya.

As long as you could remember she's always had a crush on him, and you could not blame her. The timid little boy you knew from all those years ago was replaced by a charming, intelligent and confident young man who always caused heads to turn no matter where he went. He was a few years older than your girl, but neither one of you didn't mind, especially not her.

The doorbell suddenly rang and as you opened it you were greeted by none other than Kaeya, a charismatic grin plastered all over his face along with a huge arrangement of blood red roses in his hand. You cooed at him and pinched his cheek, thanking him for taking such good care of your daughter. Before he went away with your daughter he sneakily gave you a single rose, which coincidentally happened to be the largest one in the entire bouquet. You tried to give it back but he just was not having it as he turned his back to you, gave you a little wink and went on his merry way.

Things escalated from that point forward.

Your daughter would always being him to the house and while you usually wouldn't mind, there was just something... off about him. Sure he was hanging out with her but the way he would look at you, it always made you feel so weird. Due to an accident that happened a few years ago he lost an eye and always wore an eye patch now, making his stares that much more cryptic and spine chilling. You'd stare back at him by accident, but would always slap yourself for doing so. How could you be so self centered, he wasn't looking at you, he was looking at your daughter! Get a grip on yourself!

You never would have imagined that he would actually start touching you though.

It was very non conspicuous at first, an accidental hand brush here, a bumb there, nothing too crazy. Just imagine your shock when he just one day randomly pops out of nowhere and is literally breathing down your neck, his lips ghosting over your supple skin as you stare at your horrified reflection, finally realizing what his endgame really was. Even as he pinned you to the counter you tried telling yourself that this was all a joke, Kaeya was just joking, but the way he kissed you would prove you wrong.

He was finally a man now, he could finally hold you how you were meant to be held, and touch you how you were meant to be touched. You were always his favorite person, his secret obsession he could never get over. You were always so sweet, so kind, so caring, he was so obsessed with you that it hurt. He hated how you always saw him as a little kid, and he also resented his father for being the adult in those past situations, but things are different now. His father is gone, he's bigger and stronger than ever and he has you right where he wants you.

It's finally time for him to claim his prize, yes?

#yandere #yancore #yanderecore #yandere aesthetic #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #genshin impact #yandere kaeya x reader #kaeya x reader #kaeya #yandere kaeya alberich

[mrsbsmooth]

Suzi, now… before the reveal I NEED you to rank the islanders based on their names and resumes (we mostly have similar opinions Id love to see your prospective)

Oh you NEED it well then okay I guess I gotta do it 😂 y’all wild.

Note: this does NOT indicate which LI I’m going for this season. I’m waiting for the rest of the sprites because I’m ✨ shallow ✨

Anyway, here you go!

(Hope this doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass)

Season 8 islanders ranked worst to best

Based on nothing but their applications

#8 Sports Physio (Jack)

Cyclist. Last place.

#7 Wedding planner (Emel)

Hannah/Juliet hybrid. Thinks she knows everything about love. “Can always tell when a couple aren’t right for each other”, now wouldn’t that be convenient if you’re coupled with someone she wants??? It sucks because she sounds so smart and cultured and I hope she’s nice, but I just have a feeling they’re gonna make her the villain.

#6 Acrobat (Sophie)

She could be interesting, but she’s screaming “I’m quirky! Look at me! Want to watch me do a handstand?” Like come on, at least Rohan had a personality outside of his job. It might end up being endearing like Tim with his rap career but somehow I don’t see it happening. I hope not though because I do so love the Irish.

#5 Cat Cafe Manager (Luna)

Idk what it is about her she just sounds laaaaaaame. And this is coming from someone with a cat who adores them more than life itself. One of those people who makes coffee their whole personality, you know??? I feel like she’s gonna be Thabi from S4 but without the personality quirks that made her unique.

#4 Firefighter (Oakley)

He sounds a little boring but I have a feeling he is going to be like, next level hot. Like NEXT LEVEL hot. I’m immediately picturing Blaze from Love Is Blind (Netflix Game) and if he is I might die. 6’3!?!?!?!? Strong silent type, Jake Wilson-esque, might be our “slow burn” (😏) of the season because I feel like one of the girls is gonna latch her claws into him like that cat he saved and NEVER LET GO.

#3 Underwear Model (Jin)

Don’t get me wrong, he’s gonna be hotter than the sun, but honestly his personality is just boring to me. It might be how it’s written, but the whole “I’m funny because I tell you I’m funny” is getting a bit old. I hope he’s got a serious/romantic side to him (a la Bruno 🥰) otherwise he’s gonna get on my nerves real quick (a la Bryson 🤢).

#2 Dentist (Claudia)

I’ll be honest I’ve already seen her sprite and holy moly mother of Mary she is a STUNNER. I already know MC is gonna have nothing on her, but she’s gonna be stuck in friendship couples for her whole time in the villa because she’s a female LI. This also means she’s probably a bestie option. She seems so smart and funny, and it seems like she doesn’t take things too seriously. She’s gonna be fanfic fodder for sure.

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#1 Travel Photographer (Theo)

Not only is this one of my favourite names, it’s also one of my weaknesses. Greek men. Y’all saw me last season demanding Cassius and it didn’t eventuate so if Theo is as hot as he sounds I might pass away. The reformed player vibe is doing it for me so I’m REALLY looking forward to seeing if he’s all that. If nothing else he sounds like he’s going to be a huge source of entertainment and will probably get himself into a lot of trouble 😂

#I’ve been saying the even numbered seasons are better since s4 watch me prove my theory right #love island game #litg s8 #love island season 8 #love island the game #litg #come on consistent sprites COME ON

[arliedraws]

Hiii I really love your art! I'm always impressed how ppl like you are able to simplify drawings like this and still get the emotion across! I'd like to ask how long you've been drawing/how long you've been drawing cartoons and how you learned designing your own characters/style and drawing all those face expressions?

🙏🏼🧡

Hi! Thank you so much!!!

Lately, I've been really frustrated with my art and style and technical abilities, so honestly, thank you for giving me a minute to reflect on where I've been! I'm annoyed at the obvious mistakes I am noticing in the things I've posted over the last few weeks but I realized during this that it's always a process and growth is forever.

This got longer than I intended, so I'll put the rest under the cut.

I've been drawing for a very long time, probably for most of my life. And for most of it, I have not been very "good" at it. I had friends who were very serious about drawing in middle school and high school, and in college, I used drawing and fandom to deal with depression and anxiety. Then I started dating late in college which took up all of my spare time for drawing, and then I had a really nasty breakup with my first (emotionally manipulative) partner. I was really depressed (not because of being single but because I didn't know who I was anymore), so I didn't draw or write for yearssssss (I did somewhat but not seriously and loathed everything I was creating).

Then Covid hit and I felt like drawing again.

This was four years ago that I made this comparison of my art. I genuinely like what I was doing in 2012 more than what I put out in 2020. So it's not a matter of how long you've been drawing but consistency and a willingness to take risks (and learn from failures).

You can see I wasn't thinking as 3-dimensionally in 2020 when I started to draw again. The character's expression is really bland and you can see I was focused more on aesthetics than character. I think I even recognized it at the time, and I was really pissed about it.

I guess it's been four years since Covid started, and four years since I really jumped back into drawing regularly. I won't pretend that I know a lot--I very much do not, but here's what has helped me in the last few years.

Think in terms of volume and shape. I always warm up with perspective exercises. I often use posemaniacs' 30 second drawing practice for about 10-15 minutes, or I draw a ton of 3D boxes and spheres and triangles. I like to draw stacked boxes at various angles just so I can get my brain to wake up and see 3-dimensionally.

Know what you want to draw and draw with intention. This sounds obvious, but sometimes, I pick up my pen and just. Draw. Like I'll draw a face or a body but it's just completely soulless and boring because I don't know what I want. Draw with emotion, and have a purpose. Otherwise, your drawing will be lifeless and boring.

Ditch "aesthetics." Seriously. Focus on character. Draw that person ugly. If it's a sexy character and you're focusing on their emotions rather than how attractive they are, it will turn out sexy regardless. For example:

This was supposed to be scary, but people got horny for it anyway.

Anyway.

Your character will determine "aesthetics." Your character wears ripped tights because THEY think it's cool (or they trip a lot and scrape their knees), not because YOU like ripped tights. This is not a hard and fast rule, it's just what works for me.

For example, I don't draw Sirius wearing band t-shirts because I don't think he'd care about Muggle bands (at least, I don't think he'd care enough to advertise that he did). Consider why YOU wear band t-shirts. My partner wears his death metal shirts because he wants to support small bands and talk to strangers who like the same, obscure music (I hate those fucking shirts but he needs to live his truth lol. Some are ok and have beautiful art, but others are gross and weird).

Point is, focus on character.

Side note: If you want to draw a hot character (or if you want to BE a sexy real person honestly lol), you need to internalize this: Sexiness is a state of mind. If you are a sexy, confident person, it doesn't really matter what you look like--people will want to be you or fuck you. This applies to characters as much as it does to real people. It's about being you, focusing on your strengths, recognizing your own worth, keeping boundaries, and giving people your full attention when they speak to you. Seriously. That's basically it. Ask me how I know.

4. Make faces while you draw. I use photo references to understand how the face works, but what helps me the most is when I physically make the same face while I'm drawing. That way, I can feel which muscles are moving in my own face. Plus, I love acting and playing pretend, so I get to "be" that character while I'm drawing. I'm a naturally expressive person and communicate with my eyebrows way too much, and I think you can see that in my drawings.

5. Study other artists. Do this all the time. I particularly love to watch process videos and observe sketches. Here are some videos, books, and artists that I regularly visit or study:

TBChoi -- this person is my favorite artist stylistically. Just search their name + expressions and study. They just understand the way muscles work in the face so well.

Aaron Blaise -- okay, full disclaimer, I've heard some weird things about this artist, so I don't purchase their materials. However, I have practiced with his videos for years and found them exceptionally helpful.

Artists on Instagram I tend to look at: sleepy_kc, krosrios, starbite, rhiwynter

And artists who have influenced me since I was a kid are Tealin, Rufftoon, Shoomlah, Makani, and so many more.

6. Oh. And also, draw things other than people. Draw animals, draw landscapes, draw that weird building. Play with shape and perspective.

And look, I'm not a professional. I am an underpaid English teacher with ADHD, an Intuos Pro, and a horniness for a particular fictional character. Take this with a grain of salt and just do what works for you.

#asks #art process #and a small bit of advice for becoming sexy #lol i am not a professional artist so don't take me too seriously

[babybammargera]

Things bf Bam does for the sole purpose of annoying you.

He'll get bored if you take naps without him.

So he'll probably let you sleep for a little bit.

But then he'll probably yank you out of bed of jump on you.

On the other hand he's awful when it come to waking him up so those are your only options to get him out of bed.

Hes always mocking you when you get onto him about anything. So you'll have to eventually result to "Damn it Brandon listen to me"

But arguments aren't usually serious.

Pranks. So many pranks.

Like he pranks you as much as he pranks the guys and sometimes worse.

He's tried to get you with the clipper pranks (luckily April stopped him)

Fireworks in the most inconvenient times and places.

Silly string attacks while you're trying to get ready.

Or throwing you in the pool if he gets the chance.

And as I've said before he's the type of bf to straight bodyslam you onto whatever (bed couch beanbag chair etc) is closest to you.

Will 100% chase you around with spiders.

Taking a shower? Yeah he's turned on the cold water on you.

Locked a skunk in your car one time. (Honestly tho it was probably more Novaks idea tho bc Bam drives your car more than you do)

Probably trashed your room during the prank war.

But felt bad bc how you reacted and spent the day with Ryan Raab and Dico cleaning it up

Will whine till you agree to go with him to set or the skate park.

Whines even more If you didn't see him land his "fucking rad" trick.

"BABE THAT WAS SO SICK DID YOU SEE THAT?" cue whiney Bambi when you say you didn't.

If you're eating so is he. Even if you've already split your food with one of the others.

He won't get his own food or snack tho.

"Bam seriously get your hands off my food I just got that. Go get your own."

"Why would I? you've got food right here. And you're already sharing with Dico anyway its only fair."

Sleepy Bam after shoots/filming days insists on having all of your attention even if you were on set right along with him.

Like will make you sit or lay with him for the sole purpose of sprawling out on top of you and telling you all about whatever he's currently hyperfixated on.

He watches the same 5 movies on repeat.

Also can't sit still for the life of him.

And can't keep up with anything either.

So your bag has more of bams (and his friends if it's a group outing) belongings in it than your own.

His keys. A spare pair of his bitchy sunglasses. A beanie. His lighter and cigs. Some random stuff of Ry's too.

Probably more than that tbh.

He gets so hype and wild listening to music.

So never expect peace during a short car ride.

Can't ask him to hold your drink anywhere bc he'll forget and drink it.

Honestly I could go on and on for days but I'll keep it short.

#jackass #bam margera #viva la bam #cky #brandon margera #bam margera hcs #bam margera imagine #bam margera x reader #bam #bam margera brainrot #jackass boys #jackass fanfic #jackass fic #jackass headcanons #jackass imagine #jackass x reader #bammy writes

[holywizardheart]

~Your love life in August~

Focus on the pictures and pick one of them that is calling you

Remember that the reading is general and it won't resonate with everyone :)

The pictures aren't mine. They're from Pinterest. I just randomly picked what I liked :3

Also, the reading won't be always positive. It may contain negative aspects and moments ;(

#Pile one#

~Your love life in August~

Sorry guys but I'm not seeing anything related to romantic relationships. I feel like you're most likely going to be focused on your work or goals. I'm seeing that some of you can be into creativity like art and craftwork. Moreover, you may have some instability when it comes to your finances so maybe it can be the reason why you're concentrating your whole attention on your job. Also, I noticed that some of you can start a project or something like a hobby. You're going to enjoy the process because I'm seeing the passion and joyful energy from the cards. But some people may not like it and try to compete with you as a result. Be careful with people around you because some of them can have bad intentions. Just a reminder.

#Pile 2#

~Your love life in August~

First thing first I'm seeing that you're letting go of something that you had been competing for a while. Maybe some of you can have major changes when it comes to your goals and what you want from life. You can experience the realization and reflect on your purpose and desires. Also, I'm seeing that someone can come up with feelings towards you. Maybe confession or just a flirt with someone else. However, right away don't consider it a serious relationship from the start. It can be similar to a fling. I'm also seeing that you'll think about the offer for an extent of time. Like should you take it or leave it? Furthermore, you can spend your time deeply thinking about something. You can be often in your head by analyzing your life.

#Pile 3#

~Your live life in August~

Okay, guys I feel like for you life is getting kinda boring. Maybe you're waiting for something exciting and fulfilling. Well, I'll disappoint you guys but it's not about love and romance. I don't see any cards about love offers or just a confession. I'm seeing that maybe someone is going to give some meaningful advice that will motivate you to take action. Maybe someone is going to get a job or just work on your plans and aims. Perhaps you'll find new friends through your new job. Or possibly you'll spend time hanging out with your friends and acquaintances. There is a chance that you're going to find a new company. Well, I hope that at least you'll find new friends :)

#Pile 4#

~Your love life in August~

With this pile, I'm seeing that your life is very balanced and there are no negative things that will happen in August. August is going to be peaceful and comfortable. But I notice that you can be diving into your past relationship or friendship with one woman. She can be an air sign. There is a possibility that you can stalk or just watch her life from afar. I'm sensing this nostalgic vibe from this pile. I feel like maybe this person can be your past friend or the person that you cut ties recently. You can think about the great memories that you created with them in the past. But unfortunately, they are not here.

#Pile 5#

~Your love life in August~

I feel like you're looking for an opportunity or a new start in your life. But honestly, guys the cards that I pulled are kinda negative than positive. Something will open up your eyes and break your expectations. You'll get experience but I'm sensing that it can be painful and heartbreaking. The expectations that you had will be shattered into pieces. Also for some of you, it can concern your goals and projects. Perhaps it can end up with failure or disappointment. Your feelings may be hurt after this situation. Sorry guys but this is what the card said. But please don't take it too seriously it's a general reading.

#Pile 6#

~Your love life in August~

Oh my god, I pulled 3 swords as a fist card. Well, it means that you can experience heartbreak if you have a relationship that may fall apart this month. In short, someone is going to break your heart. But you'll try to balance your life after this sudden incident. You'll try to keep harmony between your thoughts and feelings. Even some of you can get sick or catch a cold during this month. Or perhaps the breakup will affect your mental or physical health. But in the end, you're going to get better. You will realize your worth and higher your self-esteem as an outcome. You won't make someone take advantage of you after what happened. Some of you can get very pretty and work on your beauty.

#daily tarot #tarot reading #tarot deck #tarot cards #tarot #reading #astrology #tarotcommunity #tarotblr #love reading

[starsinkpop]

ATEEZ Jung Wooyoung Tarot Reading - Future Spouse

Disclaimer: I do tarot readings for fun, so please read them with a grain of salt. Don’t take my words too seriously and just keep an open mind. Tarot is a divination tool that can’t predict the future, as every single individual has their own will and makes their own decisions. Tarot should be seen as a guidance and a good friend that just has your best interest and gives you advice when needed. I’m not putting anyone in my readings on a pedestal nor am I trying to harm anyone. One last side note, I’m not a native speaker, so please excuse any wrong spellings or poor grammar.

Date of Reading: October 22th 2023

Decks: Ethereal Visions Tarot, Dreamscape Oracle, Romance Angel Oracle, Love Oracle, island time wellness love Oracle, Angel Answers Oracle Cards

VI The Lovers, XVIII The Star (R), XII The Hanged Man, Ace of Wands, XXII The Well (R), Two of Cups (R)

I’m getting the energy of a very sweet but kinda broken soul here

they’re very pleasant to be around, others make wonderful memories with them

people like them a lot I think

Wooyoung and his fs don’t have a past together, as in like spending their childhoods together or something like that, this is a new and unexpected connection

this is someone who has a hard time letting go of the past

they could be a pisces or have pisces placements in their chart

I’m getting a very dreamy and soft energy

Wooyoung and them are complementing each other

they balance each other out

this person is kinda hard to trigger, they have a very strong self control and it’ll take a long time for them to actually lose patience and explode, but people shouldn’t test their patience

they could be a late bloomer, Wooyoung could be their first real romantic relationship

that doesn’t mean they’re inexperienced

I see this more like they know their values and worth and just don’t settle for anyone less and kinda “sort” people out before they could cause damage

they just never seemed to have been a serious relationship

so they’re basically just dreaming about the perfect relationship for them

but when they meet Wooyoung it’s like he’s hitting every box

and they would feel actually safe to allow that romance coming it

they love to flirt tho and people actually easily catch feelings for them

but they just flirt for funsies and don’t even realize they’re making so many hearts race

in general they seem to be very playful and funny

they’re very lucky, like the worst situations seem to always turn into something positive for them

success is always on their side as well

they could be rich and financially independent or just have a good income that allows them to enjoy life on a regular base - no financial struggles

could also work towards financial independence

I think in this relationship everything happens fast, they gonna meet for the first time and shortly after that will be officially together, move in together quite early, get engaged after just a few months

it’s like Wooyoung and his fs can’t wait to spend their lives together

they have a very strong connection from the very first time they meet

there’s some indications that in this connection one will unexpectedly reveal their feelings and kinda sweep the other one of their feet

it honestly feels more like Wooyoung’s energy, he’s probably the one who would tell them right away he likes them and tell them about his intentions

I normally don’t channel songs but I’m hearing Post Malone’s “I like you” (and have to think about the iconic Woo fancam lol), maybe that song is significant

the person is very protective of their private life and loved ones, I don’t think they’re in the public light

they could be in constant transformation, always changing something about their life or looks as they could get bored easily

they really hate monotony and routines

if their life is stagnant they destruct and end things without hesitation

sometimes they kinda doubt themself, even see themself as a failure as they don’t seem to go for their dreams. Something is holding them back

I’m having a bit of a hard time to exactly get what’s happening here, but it’s like they have a lot of dreams but always seem to give up on them as soon as there’s one draw back

but because of that they’re also getting new insights and create new opportunities for themself, kinda constantly challenging themself

they need that in some type a way, as they seem to have a very fast working mind and don’t want to waste time on situations, dreams, and ideas that maybe won’t work out

they would sacrifice themself and their own needs for the ones they love the most

they rather live in pain to see their loved ones in happiness than seeing them suffer

big empath, they want to take the pain away from the ones they cherish the most

they’re also always kinda suspicious of others and could take a bit longer to open up to them, if they ever open up

Wooyoung’s fs is also very creative and always have new ideas running through their mind

they could be into photography

this is someone who is very passionate and has a pretty high libido

for some looks, I think they could have blonde hair or just a quite light hair color

red could be their favorite color or just generally be very significant in their life, like they have a red car or something like that

Love,

~Nicky 🫧

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