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writer-komaru · 9 months

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₊˚ᜊ₍ᐢ. ̞.ᐢ₎ᜊ˚₊ Devil’s Playmate ✦.˚ ; • . ★⋆’. °࿐࿔

✧Rating: Smut (exhibitionism + tons of dirty talk + face sitting + Fem/Afab!Reader)

✧Characters: Nagito

✧Word Count: 4.3k

✧Summary: It all starts with you accepting an innocent cup of hibiscus tea from your lovely but troublesome servant Nagito, the same kind of tea you’re given every morning. As you continue about your day with him at your side, you begin to feel a bit off. This weird feeling has driven itself under the expanse of your delicate skin, leaving it heated and flustered. But a lady like you had no time to entertain silly urges like lust. Little did you know the faithful servant you always keep by your side is growing more and more concerned for you. Don’t be surprised if he decides to take matters into his own hands to relieve that desire burning oh so painfully between your thighs. As you fall into his carefully laid out trap, you realize just who’s the servant after all.

It all began on a quite unremarkable morning. You rest comfortably upon your plush velvet armchair while reading a book dressed in a faded red cover. You flip through a few of the aged manila pages before snapping the book shut, unamused at the little waiting game you’ve been forced to participate in.

“He’s late,” you remark out loud.

It was ten minutes past the eleventh hour, and he was yet to arrive with your cup of hibiscus tea, with exactly two cubes of sugar. He’s always been quite punctual. “How strange,” You make a note to speak with him about this sudden shift in behavior the moment you next see him. And as if on cue, a very hurried flurry of fuzzy white hair hurls its way into your parlor, gasping heavily.

“My mistress, my deepest apologies for my tardiness-“

“Speaking before being spoken to? Who might be because you’re clearly not my precious lapdog,” you inspect your groomed nails and flick your wrist, as if flinging a dagger right next to his head to put him in his place. He shivers at the silent threat and gets onto his knees.

“I suppose I’ve had worse servants,” she sighs and gently picks up the tempered glass teacup he set down on your side table, “But you still have quite a bit to learn.”

He offers a short nod and keeps his head low. Maybe he’s finally got his head in straight.

“Now speak, explain your attendance,” you motion for him to sit up. He does so and smiles gently at you, as if pleased just to be spoken to.

“A million apologies would not be enough to make up for my lateness, my mistress, I know. I am more than ashamed of myself. The reasoning is I unfortunately misplaced one of the key ingredients for your morning tea and spent a good deal of time retracing my steps,” he recounts.

You spare him a curt glance as you take the first sip of your tea. The flavor is just as fragrant and rich as ever with a tinge of something sweet. Did he add something to your tea without consulting you first?

“And what might this ever so important secret ingredient be?” You raise a curious eyebrow, making him sweat nervously.

“T-there’s no need to worry; it was just a mere drop of honey, my mistress. I noticed your slight distaste for the new blend of tea I’ve been brewing for you so I decided to add some sweetest. The only problem was after unpacking the new bottles yesterday, I happened to misplace them. How unfortunate…” he sighed in regret.

“I think I understand now. I’ll let it slide this time but remember to be more punctual,” you add as you continue helping yourself to your tea and your book. You would have resorted to a harsher punishment if he was anyone else but you understand these little slip ups are all caused by his curse of a luck cycle. No use punishing something out of his control. You wave him off with your foot, too consumed in your own affairs. After kneeling one more time, gently grasping your clothed foot to kiss the top, he rises and exits the room. A small amused grin is hidden behind the crimson cover of your book.

Once your morning tea has run dry, it’s time for the next objective in your long schedule: A brisk walk through the gardens to inspect the landscaper’s work, followed closely by an important meeting with an esteemed author looking to sell their rare collection of discontinued books. Then the annual check in with the servants of the house to make sure everything is in order. After that is a well deserved ride around town on horseback. Lastly, to finish off your day you have a few letters to pen before dusk. Quite a busy day you have ahead of you, but you won’t be doing this alone. As you depart your study, Nagito, your servant from before, appears at your side.

“How are you feeling after your tea break, my mistress?” He inquired with a gentle smile.

“Delightful, as usual,” you nod, not sparing him a glance.

“That’s wonderful to hear, my lady. If there’s anything you’d like to ask of me, please, I’m yours to command,” he urges.

“Nothing I can think of. Won’t you join me on my daily walk out in the gardens?” You offer.

His eyes sparkle with enthusiasm, “O-Of course, I’d be honored! How lucky am I… to go from a tardy mess to a- oh, forgive my mindless rambles, my mistress,” he chuckles apologetically and shuts his mouth tight. You two make your way out the back of the mansion and enter the lush gardens. Workers can be seen throughout the sprawling green fields preening the hedges, watering flowers, and plucking weeds. Truly a sight behind. You reside yourself strolling through the winding paths of ivy and petals, each one more radiant than the last. As your fingertips trace over the delicate buds, you feel a subtle heat spanning over your cheeks. The sensation is strange but not enough to raise any concern.

“My lady, you’re looking a bit red. May I offer this parasol as shade?” Nagito opens the parasol and holds it above your head, blocking you from the harsh rays of the sun.

“Thank you kindly,” you softly smile at him before continuing your walk. As you examine the flora, the heat of before persists. It starts to make you feel slightly dizzy, but a lady must continue her task no matter the circumstance. Your wandering eyes lock onto your servant. He’s dressed in a loose fitting, rufflely white shirt with tight black slacks, a few silver rings adorn his fingers. They are actually his prized possessions he was gifted by you on his birthday, resulting in a hurricane of thank you’s and tears. He looked rather dashing, even if the outfit was rather simple. D-did you just…? You purse your lips and snap your attention away and back to the matter at hand. A lady of your high class shouldn’t be checking out her servant in such a unbefitting way. What has gotten into you?

“My lady, are you alright? You look a touch bothered by something. Can I be of assistance?” Nagito asks compassionately with an innocent tone.

“It’s nothing, I just feel a bit off today,” you brush off the question and make your way inside with your servant following closely behind.

“A bit off? Could you elaborate a little more, my lady?” He pushes, cocking his head to the side in a curious manner. Your dart around the hallway, noticing a few maids dusting the tables and fixing the curtains. A more secluded space would be best.

As if reading your thought process word for word, he carefully leads you to one of the spare rooms reserved for guests. You gasp as he hooks a finger under your chin to examine your rosy cheeks, the proximity making this unknown heat under your skin flare up.

“Oh my… my lady, you don’t seem well. Did you have a fever? But you haven't shown any other symptoms… oh, I’ve got it! It’s most likely a sunburn from over exposure to the sun? Forgive me for not fetching a parasol sooner, my mistress. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you by alleviating any ailments you might be having. Please, rest on the bed while I gather some medicine for you, my mistress,” he bows before making a quick exit. You humor him by taking a seat at the edge of the neatly tucked bed. The gall he has to give you orders… As you wait patiently for his return, the heat from before spreads under your skin, focusing its assault on the plush region between your thighs. In no way is this some silly sunburn; It felt as though your lower area had been ignited with the fires of lust by Eros himself. Whoever was playing this cruel joke on you clearly doesn’t know who they're messing with.

“I’ve returned, my mistress! I’m sorry to make you wait for so long, I have bad news. The author is already here waiting for you in the meeting room on floor three,” he races to your side and returns to his knees as an apology. How greatly unfortunate… Maybe your servant’s poor luck was contagious.

“Fine then. Let us go; we can’t leave him waiting,” you rise swiftly to your feet and make your way to the stairs. No matter how badly her body craves attention, a true lady must always put aside her own needs to attend to her duties.

“M-my lady, you don’t look well, maybe we should-“ he tries to reach for your hand only for it to be swatted away.

“Someone clearly has problems holding their tongue. Maybe I should rip it out so it won’t give you any problems speaking out of turn again. Would you like that?” You warn with a scathing glower.

“N-no, my lady! I would like to keep my tongue i-if that’s an option,” he chuckles nervously, shuffling behind you.

“Then know your place,” you brush him off and enter the room in front of you where the author is waiting patiently. You take a seat in front of him and cross your legs and Nagito kneels down next to you by your feet. As you and the author are discussing the book series you plan on buying from them, your legs shift around uncomfortably from the aching feeling under your dress. You notice his eyes peeking down at your shifting legs every so often before immediately glancing to the floor. He was always so very caring but now was really not the time for his inappropriate stares. Even the slightest attention to your lower area made the process of hiding it more difficult than it needed to be. When the author turned around to unpack the books in his briefcase, your servant placed a gentle hand on your thigh, looking up at you with sweet puppy dog eyes like he’s pleading for something. If it’s what you think it to be he’d be in for a thorough punishment later.

“Please tell me what’s wrong, mistress…” he whispered to you, his hand stroking down the thigh. You flicked away his wandering hand and focused back on the array of books strewn out on the table. You picked up the first book of the series and began flipping through it. The text was neatly printed, its pages pearly white and free of aging. It was in excellent condition, considering it’s a much older series. As you neared the middle, a strange tickling sensation kept up your thigh from under your fluffy dress. You bite your lip and ignore it, not wanting to make a fool of yourself in front of someone you’re trying to make a deal with.

“I think I know what’s wrong, my lady… your body is all wound up….” His airy voice drifts out from under the tablecloth, “Don’t worry… a good servant always attends to the needs of his lady~”

Just as you’re about to yank him out from under the table, his delicate fingertips trace the area next to your lacy panties.

“Uh… if everything is alright, miss? You look a bit bewildered,” the author asks.

You clear your throat, “Forgive my rudeness, but there’s an important matter I must attend to this very second. It won’t take long, please wait for my return,” you give a short curtsy to the author and step away from the table, yanking your naughty servant out from under the table and pulling him roughly out of the room. You can only imagine the horror on that poor author's face. After a speedy jaunt to your bedroom, she pushes him onto the bed and curses his name.

“The damned whore, how dare you try something like that not only in front of such a famous author but also without permission. I should have you exiled from the mansion, if not the whole nation for that! What do you have to say for yourself?” You snarl, towering over him with a violent aura.

“My lady, please forgive my inappropriate actions, all I wish to do is to serve you,” he soothes, laying on his back and pulling you closer to him by the hips, “try as you might to hide your needs but you should know you can’t keep a secret from me~”

You try to step back from his menacing words, “what do you mean by that?”

“Would you please allow me the privilege to show you?~” he coos to you after pulling you back and onto his thighs. You groan as your clothes sex accidentally swipes over his sturdy thigh, covering your embarrassed blush with the back of your hand.

“Oh? My lady, if you’re trying to seem like you’re an abstaining, pure soul, forgive me for this, but you’re not doing that great of a job,” he smirks up at you. This devil of a man under you is clearly getting a rise from tempting your body's cravings.

“I told you, it’s nothing, now release me so I can go back t-hnngg~” an uncontrollable moan escapes your lips as he drags your hips up his body, grinding your sex over his stomach and up to his chest. The relief of touch on the throbbing location felt like pure bliss but you knew he was just messing with you. You wouldn’t dare give him the honor of another pleasured groan so you force yourself to look away.

“Are you absolutely sure you don’t have any urges a servant like me could take care of? Not a single ache, bruise, or itch?~ If I’m allowed to gloat just a bit, I’m veerryy good at relieving urges~” He purred softly, pressing your plush thighs against either side of his head, your twitching sex hovering over his panting mouth. His eyes were glazed over with desire like he’s in a trance, his mouth streaming with drool, face covered in a deep blush. He looked like even more of a mess than you did.

“N-no, not in the slightest,” you stammer out.

“Are you sure?~ well, then… I don’t think you’d mind if I… just give this spot down here a check, just in case~” he bites his lip as he pulls your panties to the side, strings of drooling desire clinging to the thin fabric. He audibly moans at the sight, licking his lips.

“Oh my…. My mistress, it seems like I’ve found the source of the problem… your poor sex is crying out for some attention. Did something happen to make you so unbelievably turned on? Does it hurt… my lady?~” he murmurs to you, tracing a finger over your swollen bud. Even though the touch was faint and barely there, it still had your cunt clenching around nothing, an unsightly and almost inhuman amount of slick pooling onto his chin.

“Y-you… if my mind wasn’t so… cloudy, I’d knock some sense into you. B… but… yes, I guess… it does hurt a bit,” you hesitatingly admit, being met with a delighted moan.

“Just as I thought. There’s no need to fret, my mistress. Your servant is here to make all your problems go away…~ All this pussy needs is some good service and you’ll feel better in no time,” he chuckles with a friendly smile, a pure contrast to the sinful looks he was giving your cunt only a few seconds ago.

“You dare speak in such a vulgar way to me?!” You snarl down at him.

“Come on… I know your womanhood is craving something…” he teases, swiping his index finger along your labia.

“M-my ‘womanhood’ has no such cravings. Seize this nonsense of I-I’ll.. ah…” you let out another groan as he rubs over your puckering entrance. You honestly didn’t know if you wanted to yank him by the hair so smash his lewd mouth against your pussy or fling him straight into the dungeon and leave his incubus nature to rot there alone.

“Oh but mistress, you can deny it all you want, but your body only speaks the truth. I can tell how badly it wants my fingers stretching it out… or better yet, why not just let it sit right here on my face. You don’t even have to worry if I can breathe or not~ I won’t complain,” he grins and inches your body closer. It’s taking all your strength to hold your body up and away from the temptation nudged right between your trembling thighs.

“Just a little bit further~ the longer you try to hold yourself back, the longer you’ll be leaving the author waiting. You wouldn’t want him to come looking for you just to see you riding your poor servant's mouth like some sort of prostitute~” he teases, stroking your inner thighs some more. He wasn’t entirely wrong. Against every thought in your mind, you lower yourself fully onto his awaiting tongue.

“Tha-Ahh!~ that’s it~ there you go, mistress~ now just use my mouth in any way you want. Use me as the slutty toy I am, my horny mistress~” his voice cracks from the pure levels of pleasure racing through his body right now, digging his nails into your thighs as your body slowly begins to rock against his mouth. And damn, was he good with his mouth. You’ve never felt anything quite as pleasurable as the feeling of his tongue lapping up the slick pouring from your entrance, teasing the rim before shoving its length inside. His nose perfectly rubs against your sensitive clit, making your whole entire body shake. Your back aches as a needy moan rips from your throat, humping against his tongue like this is your first time experiencing real pleasure. You felt like nothing more than a common whore dressed in the diamonds and gowns of a privileged lady. Nagito had that effect on you.

“Why… aghhh.. how… Hahh Ahh… how am I… this turned on?” You stammer out between broken moans and grunts.

“Just a little trick I have up my sleeve~ or… more like it your tea~ heheh, but there’s need to dwell on it, just focus on using me for your pleasure~ The true role… of a servant~” he babbles to himself as the tip of his tongue nudges your g spot.

A loud moan erupts from your throat, “Hahh- Aghh!! Oh.. oh my… d.. damn you…”

“Oh?~ did my dirty touch hit a sensitive spot? What would happen if I did it again, I wonder?” He smirks up at you before thrusting his wet muscle against the sponges spot inside your walls that had you grasping his hair for dear life.

“Agh… you… damned mutt…” You continue linking together a string of curses and degrading words as you feel a worrisome sensation straining against your cunt. The more his tongue pounds into your sex, the stronger this sensation gets.

“Come on, mistress… just a little bit longer… the release you’ve been longing for for so long is almost ready to burst~” he giggles in delightful anticipation.

“I hate you so much…” she groans, knowing this whole entire problem is definitely his doing. The servant before you, the one slurping up your pussy like it’s his last fucking meal, has always such a tease. Images of all the explicit situations he’s gotten you into before flood your mind as you prepare for your final release. You hated how he tempts you into such lustful acts with knowing damn well his lower position of power in regards to you but every time he found his way in between your legs, it always made you remember the kind of servant he is. He’s not a butler, secretary, assistant, or any only formal word in the book. He was a toy, your toy to use for your pleasure, as he calls it. But it always feels like it’s the other way around. As his hot tongue fucks in and out of your tight pussy, you both can tell how close to the edge you are.

“Please my mistress, please grace my tongue with the delicious taste of your cum~” he begs in garbled words, babbling nonsense like he’s lost his mind; like he’s high off the taste of your sweet nectar.

“Aghhhh.. Hahhh.. ha- ah! O-okay… fine. But just… j-just one. Only once, got it?” You shoot him a glare.

“Yes my lady, only one~ only one, that’s all~ hehe… hahah… ahhahaaa~” his sinister cackles leave you questioning if he really means it. The quivering on your pussy gets stronger and stronger as it threatens to release sprays of steamy cum into the needy expanse of his mouth. His eyes roll back into a beautiful sight of depravity as your cum spills onto his mouth, painting his lips, nose, and entire face in a layer of thick liquid. The sight is downright appalling, enough to make anyone grimace.

You quickly recover from the euphoric blast of an orgasm he just gave you and tries to lift off his tongue, “I think I've had enough of thi- huh?”

Nagito’s face, more specifically his eyes, swirl like two dark pools of inescapable lust, dragging you in. He forces your body firmly on his tongue and continues to eat you out, “My apologies, but I think I’ve missed a spot… just one more orgasm should clear it right up~”

“Oh no, don’t you even thi- Aghh, t-think about it, you better stop or… or… nghhh hah~” your voice trembles with rage as you try to pry your shaking body off his slutty mouth.

“Please my mistress, just one more~ I can’t be a good servant unless I thoroughly relieve every desire your body clings onto. This won’t take long, I promise~” the mischievous expression on his face clearly states otherwise but the dreadfully good drag of his tongue along your cunt, giving your clit a couple playful sucks as if you're throwing any other needs out the window. The only thoughts you’re thinking right now is riding his face until he eventually lets you go.

“There you go… just like that~ use me… use me for your pleasure~ that's all I want, all I could ever want. I exist only to bring you a countless amount of orgasms~ my only use is being your sex toy~ so please, use me however you see fit! Just as long as you keep smothering me with that beautiful, beautiful pussy~” he coos almost like he’s talking to your sex itself. His tongue leaves you lost in the sea of desire, making you feel so good you wouldn’t be surprised if every servant in the mansion could hear your cries of bliss.

“What a naughty mistress… I bet everyone can hear you, clear as day. You like that though, don’t you? I think you do… you like the idea of the people who wait on your every need hearing you cry out another servant’s name… the prim and proper lady they serve turned into a whore all because of my pathetic excuse of a tongue. Maybe… maybe they’re getting horny… you like that thought?” His words and pure filth but you just can’t stop letting them consume you.

“Uhuh.. yes… oh… ohhh god yess~” you tilt her head back and release a moan.

“You like the thought of all your servants unable to control themselves while listening to you moan above me? I wonder what they could be doing… maybe they’re all touching themselves… they know they shouldn’t but they just can’t help it. They're just too horny to control themselves~ Just like you, mistress,” he snickers devilishly. All this arousal, all this teasing was really starting to get to you. Drool and tears made your makeup melt off your face, staining your angelic satin dress. If you weren’t so fucked out you’d totally punish him for a lifetime for everything he’s done: Dirtying your dress, interrupting your meeting with an important person, touching you multiple times without permission, disobeying commands… but you won’t again think of his tongue. His skilled, hot tongue rubbing against every spot in your pussy that had you on the verge of cumming was practically your weakness. He knew this fact all too well.

“Does my mistress have a secret kinky side?~ Could you be just as sinful as me?~ then come on, my lady… let us be consumed in desires together… don’t stop cumming till I suffocate against your pussy… and even then, just keep using my body. Aghh yess… to be used by you… it’s my only desire… I’ll please you… I’ll please you for days if you’d like… so please…. Give me an order~ P-please, oh please my mistress, order me!~” he cries out in desperation, his hips jumping in the air for any slight bit of friction his tight slacks can’t offer him.

“An order… I… aghhh… I order you t-to keep going… and don’t stop t-till… you fulfill your role as… my sex slave,” you finally manage out, greeted with an immediate guttural moan.

“Y-yesss oh gods yess I will, I- Ahh, I will, I will I will! For you I’ll be the best sex slave e-ever~ I’ll please you, I please you, I swear! I’ll make you cum… I’ll make you lose your mind… just watch me… watch me work my magic on your gorgeously horny body…~” he babbles between slurps and moans as his tongue shoves itself deeper into your gooey pussy. In that moment you finally realized the truth. You’re not the true mistress who uses your little slutty toy for your own pleasure, you’re the slutty toy he uses for his own pleasure. But there’s nothing that can be done to change it besides applying more and more weight to his hungry mouth. He chuckled maddenly to himself…

All according to plan~

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bloodybigwardrobe · 7 months

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before, in the shadows of a life that has long ceased to be your own, war was suits and uniforms, severe men and overworked mothers. war was looming large, approaching fast. war was terror lurking in the skies, a constant fear of the open air. war was everywhere; your brother and sister forever slighted by all things turned into luxury inside your home. and sure, you only remember the before once it turns into the after, but war—no matter the where of it all, you remember war.

war: standing tall, standing straight, standing with the weight of worlds borne on youthful shoulders; war: a shadow, a streak of vivid red and vicious gold; war: a man-turned-boy-turned-man.

war: steady arms that cling with welcome desperation, a rallying cry that makes your heart burn bright; war: a stumbling boy bearing skies that turn red before they ever find their blue. war: familiar like no other, from cradle to your shaking adult hands.

before-turned-after, you hear your mother—unsweetened tea, old perfumes, and factory oils scrubbed out with rationed soap—whisper to her friends about war. you sit on wooden steps—not stone, never stone in the after—and dig your nails into your shins. war, forever burning bright, sits at your back with the skies and the sword's edge. you lean to feel the shift in his breath, to remember that with everything lost, war remains.

she let the war in, your mother says in words tinted with war-weak drink. she lets war sleep on the same floor as her children, she confesses, like a wolf amongst sheep. you dig your nails deeper. war, his forehead against your back, sighs.

you know war best, cradle to the here and now. he wipes your tears with too-soft hands until you miss the swords and bows like the air inside your lungs. he brushes your sister's hair, listens to your brother with intent. war holds it together in the cracked marble that you've all become. war, warm and familiar, holds on tight.

when you start to wear your mother's old dresses, outgrowing your own, when you start to paint your lips a new shade of red, war's reflection almost cracks the fragile glass of your composure. he watches, looming, bearing the crimson skies like a gift rather than the curse it grew to be. his eyes—blue still, too blue for england clouds and england air—carry even more, a looking glass for worlds long closed to you and him. the curve of his smile makes you ache for string and wood, makes your fingers crave the weight of pulling it all taut. his shoulders are broad, his hands calloused again.

over your shoulder, your mirror shows a sword stained beyond repair. you ache with the wish for the battlefield. you fear it as you always did, even when you called it home. war, a rag in hand and shoulders straight, hums in tune with the memory of arrows loosened from your gentle hands.

you leave before the blood can reach your polished shoes.

——susan pevensie learns of ares, of atlas, of war on a horse. she weeps for the brother she finds in them.

#narnia #chronicles of narnia #susan pevensie #peter pevensie #the pevensies #tcon #like i said yesterday: on my peter-as-war rodeo again #and as always with my peter and susan dynamic brainrot <333 #sometimes your brother is war and you are the gentle queen who will fight but hates war #hhhhhh they #atlaswriting

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ghouljams · 7 months

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Ohmygod i have an obsession w price n witchhh!!! In my head after the events of tapped price comes back w his metaphorical tail between his legs bc before witch's wards kicked him out, she looked at him!! And was like price? And he def realised that she trusted him so much in that moment liek her instinct was to look at him bc she cannot believe he would let something hurt her let something of his (gaz) hurt her, not to deal w gaz or the fae magic, yk?? He def feels as awful as he can bc she trusted him and im making my own heart ache rn

It is genuinely so rrrrrrrrrr I am feral about that one moment in particular, because you're hitting the nail on the head. She trusted him, trusted that he wouldn't bring anyone/anything to her that would hurt her, trusted that he was looking out for her, and he gets that moment of his Witch's trust being shattered before he's forced out. That single "Price?" is a "How could you let this happen?" And it fucking kills him.

Price doesn't come by to see you for days. A week passes, then another, with his nose in his work. He can't face you, can't get your wide eyed shock out of his head, the bright crimson of your blood as it dripped from your nose. He can't shake the lingering ache of your magic in his bones, still working off Gaz's accidental curse. How could one mistake shake him so badly? Nothing shakes him.

Still, when his feet carry him down the familiar path to your garden he flinches at your sunshine. The overgrown garden that once seemed so comfortable now seems to only remind him of his failure. He stays in the treeline, watches you hum as you tend to your plants. You wipe the sweat from your forehead and roll your shoulders back, alive and well.

Why can't he forget the way you'd clung to him? His heart clenches in his chest each time he remembers the way you'd sagged against him, unable to keep yourself up any longer. It was the first time in a long time your wards had bit their thorns into him, distrustful and violent. You'd said his name like a plea for answers he didn't have, and it haunted him. How could he let this happen? How could he bring pain into your house? How could he stay away so long, avoiding you like the plague? A stern reminder of his own shortcomings.

You look towards your garden gate with eyes full of longing, something soft and sad dragging your brows together. Price steels himself to make his way towards your garden, then turns and leaves. He can face the court and all its dangers, but one witch turns him into a coward.

He makes sure to get to your garden wall before you come out the next day. Somehow that feels easier. The thought that you might look out your window and choose to ignore him sticks like a knife between his ribs, but it's better than having to approach you. When you do come out you're struggling with a tea tray, keeping the door open with your hip as you maneuver the delicate set out of your house. Price pushes off the wall.

"Let me help," He offers.

"No," you snap too quickly, "No, I'm- the wards are still all out of whack." Your explanation is almost as bad as your denial. He can feel the hum of your magic, the barrier as strong and friendly to him as ever, not a hair out of place. The wards are almost apologetic, not that Price holds it against them for doing their job. No. It's you, your expression is kind but your eyes are unsure.

You carry yourself like you did ages ago, like you don't trust him. Kind, not friendly.

Price swallows down his pride, and keeps out of your way as you set up tea on your garden wall. You set a steaming mug of spiced wine in front of him. It smells like an apology. What do you have to apologize for?

"Sweetheart," Price picks up the mug, his fingers tight on the rim of it, you hum questioningly, "you wouldn't be thinkin' of sayin' sorry for something, would you?" You pause your fussing with the precarious placement of your plate of cookies.

"Of course not," You don't look at him, "but if I was-"

"You shouldn't," Price cuts you off. He sips his mug as you fidget --he's never seen you do that-- it makes his stomach twist unpleasantly. "I would've made the same call," he assures you.

"You wouldn't have let it happen in the first place," You tell him, "I shouldn't have-" You cut yourself off, staring at your tea. Shouldn't have trusted him, Price thinks.

"I should have stopped him," he tells you.

"Is that why you haven't come to see me?" Your voice is so soft, and so god damned perceptive. The way you look at him makes his heart stop, like you can see straight through him. You'd make an excellent creditor if you ever wanted a career change, leading him exactly where you want him.

"Yes," Price admits. Your guard melts away, smile softening just for him. You could take a man's breath away looking at him like that.

"Stop that," You break a piece off one of the cookies with an air of finality, "you'll just have to find some other way to make it up to me."

"I'll think of something," He murmurs into his mug. He'd spend the rest of his life making it up to you if you'd let him. For now he contents himself with your small smile, an olive branch that what's broken can be repaired. If it ever was broken in the first place.

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The assistant - part 2(Alternative ending)

Reader x Soldier Boy

Warnings: Smut 16+, Fluff, Alcohol, unprotected sex. (Make sure your always protected!)

Side note: English isn’t my first language.

Words: 3184

This is the alternative ending for part 2

– the first part of this story remains the same make sure you read the original second part to be up to date for this one.

Second part of the story “The assistant” Soldier boy had just told Y/N that he didn’t want her to be his secret girl. But how are they going to deal with Crimson Countess (CC as Y/N calls her) and did he really mean everything he said? Y/N starts to doubt her relationship and Ben now that time had passed an nothing seems to change. Does he really love her?

*note: the timeline may not always follow the boys timeline.*

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Short recap: the assistant part 2

More and more people started to gather in the hall. “I really thought that one day I would be the girl who gave you children or the one you loved enough to leave this shithole for.” Ben kept listening to her. He never told her he loved her because there was something that held him back, he hoped that giving her all those things would show her he loved her. He had no idea that it would seem that he bought her patience. Even now, when he felt this was his last chance to show her, he cramped up thinking, I’m no good for her, she deserves a man who says he loves her every day. “Sweetheart, I ... I’m sorry.” he said while stepping back giving her space. Y/N’s heart dropped “So that’s it? I’m sorry?” Ben didn’t even look at her anymore hoping she wouldn’t see his tears. Y/N looked around starting to feel suffocating, nauseous.

That was all Y/N could take so she left, leaving Ben in the middle of the hall. She could hear him yell at the employees. “WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT!”

Y/N didn’t want to go home so instead she drove to her parent’s house. Luckly only her mom was home. “Honey what happened?” She asked while drying her hands on the towel. “I think, Ben and I broke up mom.” Y/N said trying to keep her tears from falling, clearly not working. “Oh sweety, come here.” Her mom pulled her in for a hug holding her down to her until they heard the door opening. Y/N’s dad walked in looking worried. After a long talk with some tea and tears Y/N explained how she felt to her parents. Her mom even offers her to stay in her old room for a couple of days just to get some rest. She accepted it just for that night but didn’t want to leave her apartment for too long.

The next week Ben stood in front of Y/N’s office every day, considering knocking on her door or to leave her be. He didn’t know she took the rest of the week off. But today, before he could decide Gunpowder walked towards him. ”Sir? She isn’t at work today.” Ben looked down at him a little shamed he saw him. “She actually took the week off. I had an appointment with her, but she called the office to reschedule.” Gunpowder added. “Why did you want to see her? Complaining about me?” He huffed. “No Sir, I was worried, she had no clients anymore, no one trusted her, so I thought it would be good for her if someone took the first step.” He smiled and walked away. No one trusted her anymore Ben thought, she had to be heartbroken, she really took her job serious, loved it even.

That night Y/N had agreed to meet her old friends, Sophia and Jenny for a drink at the local bar where they used to go. She did her best not to look like a washed up heartbroken drunk. She did her hair, nails and make up, chose a nice classic black dress not to short but short enough to show off her legs. Added some red heels that matched her lipstick and purse. Just because he isn’t seeing her doesn’t mean I have to walk around in trainers she thought to herself. Her friends were surprised to see her like that. “Damn Girl! Vought did you good!” Sophia said the minute Y/N walked in. It was like time stood still, booze floated, and old memories were shared. For the first time that week she actually felt good.

Ben on the other hand felt horrible and alone in his bed. So, instead of wandering around he decided to talk to Y/N. But when he knocked on her apartment door no one answered. “Her parents.” he said under his breath.

“Yes.” Her dad answered the door crossing his arms. “Y/N, is she here?” Ben asked trying to ignore Richard’s attitude. “No.” He closed the door. Ben tried again. Only this time her mom opened. ”I’m sorry Ben, you have to understand Richard, you hurt his little girl.” She said while taking a step outside. “I’m trying to make it up. I’m trying to...” He took a pause to choose his words carefully. “Do you have any idea where she is?- “She isn’t here. She is out with friends, but I doubt she wants to see you.” Ben nodded. “Mary, all I can do is try.” You mother placed her hand on his shoulder. “I hope you two work things out. The way you look at her, reminds me of the way Richard used to look at me.”

“So, Y/N.” Sophia started. “Vought, Supes... Anyone striking your eye?“ She asked teasingly. Y/N sighs “Well, to be honest, we just broke up. But I wanted to keep it light today so, no breakup tragedies tonight.” - “Was it someone famous?” Jenny asked. “Kind of, I'll tell you all about it next time, tonight fun!” Y/N managed to say with a smile. “My turn to buy right?

Y/N quickly got up to the bar, but the place was so busy the bartender didn’t saw her standing there. A not so bad looking guy lifted his hand above Y/N asking the bartender to take their order. “This lovely lady was first.” He said looking at Y/N. “awwh thanks!” she smiled softy. Not much later returning to their table. “He looked cute.” Jenny said while looking him up and down. “I guess... If you say so.”

The guy saw that the girls were all looking at him. So, he took his shot and came to the table. A little small talk, some laughs and buying the girls more drinks, even though Y/N was the one who didn’t flirt with him, she was the one he liked and clearly tried to show off to. After hours of searching Ben saw Y/N standing at the table, in the last bar he wanted to search before giving up. She looked good he noticed. But instead of being extremely glad he found her, he got jealous, he noticed the guy with you, laying his hand on your shoulder, standing a little too close to her, even though every time he closed in space you stepped back, that’s my girl he thought, Ben decided to watch you for now.

After a while your girlfriends went to the bathroom leaving you alone with him. He whispered something in Y/N’s ear while holding his hand on her lower back. Y/N wanted to take a step back when his face came way to close to her for her liking. But he held her. That was it, Ben stormed through the crowed “Hey Buddy, let the girl go.” he said while grabbing his shoulders “Dude, find yourself another chick!” The guy said without looking at Ben turning again towards Y/N. You friends came back, and Y/N had already taken a few steps away. “Ben? What are you doing here?” She was surprised. “Is that soldier boy?” Jenny asked Sophia just a little too loud, people around them stopped their conversation one by one.

“I wanted to talk to you Y/N. So, I searched for you and a good thing I did.” Ben looked over his shoulder at the guy while he walked past him. Ben took her hands in his and looked her in the eye. “Sweetheart, I am so, so sorry for the way we ended things.”

Sophie, jenny and pretty much everyone around you, who started to recognise Ben, were flabbergasted. “I think we need to talk.” Ben added. “Yeah, I guess we do. But not here.” Y/N said trying to stay firm walking passed him.” Outside, know!” The way she stands her ground made Ben so warm almost blush. Y/N made sure to walk around to the ally, Ben walked close behind her, his eyes lingered on her, taking in every inch of her body. Once out of side of the public eye Y/N turned around “What the hell Ben, have you been following me?” But instead of answering he pulled her in his arms. “I’ve missed you sweetheart.” It took Y/N a second to respond but eventually she wrapped her arms around his waist. “I missed you too.”

“What are you doing here?” Y/N asked muffed against his chest. He didn’t answer. “Ben?” He lifted her head up with his hand under her chin, she looked in his perfect green eyes and for the first time in forever she noticed he was crying. Without a word he pressed his lips against hers. Y/N knew this was where she belongs. Without hesitation answered his kiss pulling him closer by his neck. Ben’s hands moved down to her ribs holding her tight. It wasn’t a long kiss, neither was it sexually loaded, no but it was a kiss with passion and love. When their lips parted, they were both out of breath. Still holding each other, their heads touching. “Ben...” He hummed “Maybe it’s more comfortable to talk somewhere private? And warmer?” She asked letting go of a shiver. “What do you suggest?” Finally, she heard his strong yet fragile voice. “Why don’t you go to my apartment, I’ll finish up here, I need to talk to my friends before leaving. And we talk there?” She lifted her face to look at him. He kissed her again. “Don’t take long.”

Y/N walked back to her friends. Who stood there, Sophia with her arms and mouth wide open. While Jenny almost jumped her. “Soldier Boy, really Y/N!” - “Yeah girl, he is kind of famous! Kind of my ass!” Y/N couldn’t help but blush. “Oh please, we are... I don’t know. Friend, I guess.” Sophia looked at you with an annoyed look ‘Y/N, your lipstick tells me otherwise.” Jenny pulled a little mirror out of her purse and gave it to Y/N. Her lipstick had been smudged, she quickly cleaned herself up with a small tissue from the table. “Where is he?” Jenny asked looking way to obvious behind Y/N. “We agreed to talk, in private there is way too much that need to be said. So, I agreed to meet him at my place.” She looked apologetic at her friend. “What are you waiting for? Go home!” Jenny slapped her thigh with the back of her hand.

As Y/N walked through the hall she could see Ben’s tall strong body like shadow leaning against the wall looking at his feet. Arms folded over his chest. Even though it had been only a week since she touched him, her body reacted like an addict. The closer she got to him the more she felt the arousal in her body glowing. The second he saw her he stood up and flashed her a perfect little smile. So perfect she thought to herself. She unlocked the door walked inside and left the door open for him to follow her. The second she heard Ben closing the door his pushed his back against it, moving her hands up his torso around his neck. He felt her fingers in his hair pulling him down, all while still locking eyes and moving very, very slow. She kissed him with a deep burning sensation, her tongue asking permission which he gladly granted. His hands held her hips firm against his body. She could feel that this wasn’t enough for her she needed more of him.

When she started to undo his shirt, he stopped her. “Are you sure?” he asked with a deep and heated voice. “Is Soldier boy really asking if I want to have sex?” she teasingly answered, expecting him to smirk or grin. “No, but Ben wants you to be sure, before doing something that might hurt you mentally.” he whispered. Y/N smiled “There no better answer.” Their lips found each other again. Ben undressed her smooth, lifting her dress over her head only leaving her lips when doing so, he lifted her up and carried her to the bedroom. When he gracefully dropped her on the bed, he took off his own suit before covering her almost naked body with his. Her fingers glided over the muscles on his back and shoulders. Touching every inch of skin while his hand moved up from her knee over her thigh, pinching her hip while he kissed her neck. Y/N moaned his name.

She was used to his roughness, but this, this was a passion she never knew he possessed. “I want you.” He whispered in her ear. “Then take me.” He lifted himself to look in her eyes. “I’m all yours.” She said. Ben started his trail of kisses down her body. Making sure every inch of it felt loved while his hands undid her bra, massage her breasts. Y/N’s back arched while she whimpered. Ben looked through his lashes at her while his hands had moved down to her panties. His fingers slipped under the silk material of it and pulled them down, while kissing her core. She could feel his breath against her clit, her hand moved down to his hair. Ben licked a long stroke over her slit. “Even sweeter than I remember.” He softly spoke before licking her again. He took his time. No one to bother them, no rush, just pleasure.

“Ben... I need more.” She managed to say between breathes. “What do you need sweetheart?” He asked while lifting his body over hers again softly sucking her neck. Y/N wrapped her legs around his hip pulling him in. She could feel his erection against her tight. The unexpected movement from her made him moan in her ear. “Please.” She begged him. Ben moves back to remove the last piece of his clothing, lining him up against her overstimulated pussy, pushing slowly in. They both moaned once he fully bottomed out. Ben trusted hard, he quickly found a speed that wasn’t rushed but felt unbelievable good for her. Y/N kissed his neck and shoulders while encouraging him to keep going. Her hands found their way to his ass, her nails moved softy over them. Ben understood her and started to thrust a little harder but didn’t speed up.

Y/N could feel her orgasm building and so did Ben, he felt her whole body shivering under his touch, “Let go sweetheart, I can feel it, let go.” He breather out. “I’m right behind you.” He felt her body reacting to it, watched as he pushed her over the edge. Ben’s thrust started to get out of rhythm. He kissed her passioned holding her tight, she felt his hips stutter while coming inside her. Moaning her name. The first minute Ben didn’t move. He looked at her, moved the piece of hair out of the way and smiled. “What?” Y/N asked completely out of breath. “I love you.” He blurred out still looking at her. “I love you.” He said again but this time a with a little more thought to it. Y/N couldn’t contain her smile. “I love you too.” He lowered his head on her chest, staying there a little longer before getting out to grab some tissues for her, he took care of her, his touch was soft, it felt intimate. He then got back in the bed on other side pulling her in against his chest. His chin lingering on her head her fingers drawing circles on his chest. Before you both fall asleep.

Y/N woke up to the smell of eggs and bacon, she turned around to see her bed was empty but when she got up and walked into the kitchen she sees Ben, he was trying to prepare breakfast. She wrapped her arms around him kissing his naked shoulder “I could get used to this.” He chuckled “Well don’t. I already burned the toast twice and dropped an egg or two.” They both laughed at that. Y/N placed her cheek against his shoulder “Do I have time for a quick shower?” He looked over at her kissing her temple and hummed agreeingly.

In the shower Y/N started to realise what happened last night. This wasn’t just sex, this wasn’t pure pleasure, for the first time they actually made love. And she truly believed him when he said he loved her. When she got out of the shower Ben had managed to prepare a semi decent breakfast. He held out her chair for her and put on some music in the background, the first minute it was quiet, neither of them knowing where to start. So, Y/N took the lead. “Ben... I know I said things that day that must have hurt you. And I want you to know that... I believe you and it was wrong to doubt you. I'm sorry.” Ben nodded letting the words sink in. “I know that I don’t have the track record of being the perfect... partner. But you changed me for the better. And I can see now how the past two years must have been for you. I never wanted to buy your patience. And as far as me showing how much I care for you... How much I love you...” Ben grabbed her hand. “I never had someone that made me feel the way you do and It’s hard for me to open up. But I’m trying sweetheart, you deserved to be told daily that you’re loved.” He smiled shyly.

“So, what now?” Y/N asked. “I’ve been thinking last night while I waited for you, I would like to take a step forward.” He answered. “Meaning?” - “How about I move in with you. Vought will be work, this can be our safe place our home.” Y/N’s eyes glistered with joy. She got up walked around the table. Ben moved his chair back, you took a seat on his lap, arms around his neck. “For the record, I do want you to be the mother of my children. And then I’ll retire we move to the countryside.” He said placing his hand on your belly, he kissed your lips.

“Alright, let’s do it.

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born to die

pairing- cultleader!sirius black x reader warning(s)- mentions of murder, gore, dark themes. (let me know if i should add more) a/n- inspiration from a novel i'm writing!

ps- i'll only do a part two if people want to. this fic is not everyone's cup of tea, so i'll leave it be at this. i just wanted to tease the idea. :) let me know your thoughts though!

the slut club

choose your last words, this is the last time 'cause you and I, we were born to die

secrets were whispered ear to ear, scrolls of parchments with inked prophecies and lores were trapped under the facade of an unassuming bookstore. the cloaks of secrets unveiled a monthly ritual under pale moonlight, blood stained clothes and gashed wounds. it was an enigmatic society, with brilliant minds who were thirsty for esoteric knowledge and truths, known as the crimson harbringers. only those who unraveled the mysteries, could have initiated the cult's existence, which contained a collection of ancient texts, manuscripts and artifacts, some of which were considered to possess unimaginable powers.

this clandestine organization's helm, simply called 'the voice' was a figure of mythic proportions, who was believed to possess the ability to lull one with their voice, enchanting them under their spell, alluding to the capacity of manipulation and control over those in their circle. rumor had it, they could foresee the future, decode prophecies hidden within the time-worn parchments of manuscripts. the visions into fate and destiny were considered to be the cult's most cruelly and closely guarded secrets, the key to unlocking the universe's ultimate secret.

the chairs would scratch against the wood, creating an echo that would dull out the emptiness of the chair at the end of the high end oak table. the dim candlelight flickers over the masks of anonymity they wore. it was an eerie trepidation that crept under your skin, as you searched sat, squirming within the unfamiliar environment. but it was a mission, to end the rumors of the witches, to demolish the fear felt because of your kind.

there was a sense of shifting, a new tension in the air as the creaking floorboards announced the arrival of the helm named as the 'the voice'. he lifted his hand, rubbing his index finger against his thumb. the candlelight, the candle flame burning out with a wisp of smoke. hotness creeps on your face, as the mask of anonymity melted away. the silence within the darkness was eerie, heavy shrouded breathes echo across the room, oozing respect for the speaker.

'we meet again,' he says. the rumors about his voice weren't whispered tales. it tingled under your skin, with a feeling that made you loose your rational thoughts, clogged your head. it was as if his voice was gifted by secrets of bellowing winds, the rain and the whooshing of the trees.

'we have gathered here to discuss a recent prophecy our members have discovered. it contains a lore about aftermaths of the saints, who discovered the existence of witches.'

a collective gasp stunned the gathering.

'it speaks how witches tortured them into insanity, brutally murdering them. it explores the spectrum of tortures, where we discover how hard it is for human beings like us to exist, within the clutches of the wizards, and how painfully cruel they are,'

you sunk your nails into the skin of your toes. while what his lips spit out hurt your heart, your brain was too fogged to understand him, to fight the control he had over you, just by his words. you bit your lip, a feeling of anger overcame you as you fought your internal battle.

if you had to end these stereotypes, you had to sit there and listen. you had to understand the perspective of the other side who thought of your kind as dangerous. you had to curate a new vision for them, to fight against them.

'we have to destroy them, remove their very existence. suck their souls and rip them apart! ruin them like how they've been ruining us all these years! we have to show them how it feels to live with fear, and breath bloodshed every breathing moment into their lives.'

'if we really torture them, then what's the difference between them and us?' you speak. the room is dark, silent, but you know pairs of eyes are searching for you, some even staring at you. you realize no one dares to cut him off while he speaks, or maybe his influence is too empowering. either ways, the silence is scary when it envelopes you. he doesn't speak further, and you're not sure whether he simply doesn't care or he simply doesn't want to.

'i'm in authority. your minds have been shaped solely by me, and just me. you're not supposed to blaster out your opinions, upon mine, do you understand fellow member? or do i have to end your fate with destiny?' he breathed. you could hear his gritted teeth. 'meeting dismissed.' he ended, as the candleflame burned back to life again. you never saw his face, the mask framing his face again. it was different than what the others, including you were wearing. you sensed it was his way of standing out, of being different.

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the distant echo of your footsteps reverberated through the empty streets. each turn towards your house crowded you into the labyrinth of shadows, of a fear that burned within your heart. you felt someone, but it was too quiet. all you could hear was your own footsteps against gravel.

while you could've disapparated, you wanted to walk to your house. you wanted to feel the cold air slashing through your skin while you let your thoughts consume you, rot your brain. it wasn't a fruitful try, but it was something. to begin with. to work with.

you murmured against your breathe, unlocking your door. the door clicked open.

'so you are a witch,'

the similar voice crawled behind you. before you could scream, you were pushed into your own house, the doors closing on it's own accord. you were trapped inside your own home, with your wand pointed at you.

dark eyes stormed into you, as he moved closer, with you taking your steps backwards. you were trapped against the wall and his chest. you gulped,

'you can't do anything with that wand.'

he provided you a lop-sided smile in response. brushing long strands of raven hair away from his face, he whispered,

'you're not sure about that sweetheart are you? i can do wonders with this wand. what makes you think i'm not a wizard?'

you splutter on you words,

'b-but you-'

his hands wrap around your throat, mocking you,

'b-but you-. it's a ploy you stupid bitch. it's a prophecy i've predicted. it's a ploy to get the wizards and witches rule over the muggles. you don't know the things i've gone through to get here! kill my friends. and oh it was just the beginning,'

you tried to breathe against the constriction, but he hardened the hold on your neck.

'i'll tell you a tale. it's so enthralling, you'd love it. you'd love to hear how i ripped out hearts, enjoyed as the blood stained my fingers. you'd love to hear how tearfully i could make them beg before they lost the hope of life in their eyes, and i'd love to chop them up, fed them to the wolves. i'll tell you all of them, make you slice through them.'

his dark eyes were all you remembered before the world blacked out.

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lanawinterscigarettes · 2 years

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American Horror Story masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

Tate Langdon

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Tate Langdon dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Nail Polish and Nirvana ♡

Violet Harmon

Soft dom Violet Harmon ♧◇

Billie Dean Howard

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Moira O'Hara

Duster Fuck ♧

Kit Walker

Kit Walker dating someone who's transmasc ◇

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Lana Winters

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Cordelia Goode

Trans fem Cordelia Goode ◇

That a Girl ♧

Caught In the Act ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: B, D, L, P, Q, R, S, W, Y ♧◇

Kyle Spencer

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Madison Montgomery

Picnic Baskets and Confessions of Love ♤♡

Dance With Me ♡

Madison Montgomery Fluff Alphabet ♡◇

Punishment and Bargaining ♧

Madison Montgomery nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Moral Of The Story ♤♡

Jimmy Darling

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

You're Not A Freak, Doll ♤♡

Bette and Dot Tattler

Baking With Bette and Dot ◇

Good Girls ♧

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dandy Mott

Sub Dandy Mott ♧◇

Maggie Esmeralda

Run Away With Me ♤♡

James Patrick March

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

James Patrick March x reader with anger issues ◇

James Patrick March being nervous around the reader ◇

James Patrick March x deaf reader ◇

Sally Mckenna

You Can't Leave Me ♤☆

Hypodermic Sally x reader who tries to leave her ♤◇☆

Sex With A Ghost ♧

Sally Mckenna x reader who's a songwriter ◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dirty A-Z headcanon game: C, R ♧◇

Liz Taylor

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

Tristan Duffy

Liz Taylor and Tristan Duffy x reader who's a writer ◇

Shelby Miller

Hot Tea and Rainstorms ♡

Audrey Tindall

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Rory Monahan

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Kai Anderson

Evans characters with a clingy reader ♡◇

Whores Get Nothing ♧

Kidnapping Confessions ♤♧

Cuddling With Pre Cult Kai ◇

Ally Mayfair-Richards

The Clown In The Kitchen ♤♡

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Winter Anderson

Winter Anderson fluff alphabet ♡◇

Winter Anderson nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Nighttime Terrors ♤♡

Dom Winter Anderson ♧◇

Michael Langdon

Michael Langdon eras x reader with daddy issues ◇

Mornings With Michael ♡

Michael Langdon in a maid outfit ◇

Alphabet Boy ♤♡

Sucking on Michael Langdon's fingers ♧◇

Spanking Michael Langdon ♧◇

Happy Halloween ♧

Enemies With Benefits ♧

Murder House Michael Langdon being soft ♡◇

Calming Techniques ♤☆

Wilhemina Venable

Dom Wilhemina ♧◇

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Jeff Pfister

Having an online relationship with Jeff Pfister ◇

Brooke Thompson

Late Night Anxieties ♤♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

Montana Duke

Montana Duke when she gets jealous ◇

Xavier Plympton

Sub Xavier Plympton ♧◇

Xavier Plympton being needy ♧◇

Big Trauma Can Come In Small Packages ♤♡

Donna Chambers

Roller Rink Romance ♡

Date Officially Canceled (Brooke x Donna) ♧

Margaret Booth

Sugar mommy Margaret Booth ♧◇

Harry Gardner

Protein Shakes ♤♡

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

Doris Gardner

Poly! Harry Gardner x reader x Doris Gardner general relationship headcanons ◇

Austin Sommers

The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow ♤♡

Austin Sommers nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Crimson Sheets ♧

Tuberculosis Karen

I Promise ♤☆

Sarah Paulson characters dating someone who's very affectionate ♡◇

Dr. Calico

Blue Moon Tears ♤♡

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wintertimestoryteller · 10 months

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Apologies I haven't posted the next scene, life's been busy but it should be coming soon, but for now I'll leave a preview of it for y'all, though things might change depending on Tumblr's word count limit and wether or not I decide to also post this on AO3.

@luimagines . It's not complete at all yet but once again, thank you for all your work in the fandom and go check them out for the original prompt.

Preview to Opening Act, Scene IIII

The hooded and masked figure twitched, head listing lazily to the side, unhurried, as if bored or maybe dissapointed as they sighed apathetically, it gave you gooseflesh, but you dared not move an inch, struggling against your own limbs and with the Shadow at your back, "You know I wouldn't have taken the heroes of Hyrule for liars and oath breakers, and also against the laws of hospitality. Shooting arrows and magic at your host within their own home? For shame! Didn't your parents teach you better?"

You could see how each of the heroes bristled, but seeing crimson beading against your unwilling, trapped skin stayed their blade, though that did not stop Legend from snarling up at the hidden figure, sipping tea as if it was watching an incredibly entertaining play, "Oath breakers? That's rich coming from you! You said we could stay here safely and then leave once the storm was over!"

"And you attacked one of our first." Added Warriors, his tone as glacial as the winter winds, enough to freeze anyone down to the marrow.

They incline their head, voice distorted, the screaming echo of scavengers like nails on chalkboard and as refined as a well curated blade, "True, though I never said you'd all leave unharmed, did I? And you didn't keep your end of the deal either." Their tone goes dryer, as they throw the tea cup away without a care in favor of throwing their hands up, as if it was the Chain being unreasonable and not the person who presumably did something to Shadow and Hyrule's own Shade, you can see Sky barely keeping his grip on an enraged Four, "Besides! I didn't attack them, they kindly volunteered to go up stage on their own. You're all so up in arms for something that's part of the performance, a little injury is a small price to pay for the bit."

"A 'little injury'?! I doubt they'd try cutting off their own hands for a BIT." Stressed Hyrule, in response to that, the cloaked person shrugged.

"I mean a little disarment never killed anyone."

Wild looked seconds from firing another arrow, teeth gritted and bared as Twilight sent a furious glare to the one perched atop the stage, just above the lights, ready to knock them down and crush you if needed be, "I'm pretty sure it has, actually."

"Anyway! You're all so caught up on semantics, by the Three, so uptight. Does having the splinters so far up there not sting?" they glanced at the Shadow, the obsidian and granite lizalfos glancing back at them before hissing at Time, ready to lunge, teeth stained with Director Raven's blood, "This the kind of tough crowd you have to deal with? Yeesh, no wonder you yap more than a kicked dog at times." They turn back to the Chain, clapping their hands, "In any case, let's make another deal, shall we? I'm a playwright of my word, you could leave your little friend here to become one of my actors and go on your merry way."

You swore you felt your heart stop, blood rushing in your ears, you barely caught the sharp glint of a hollow smile beneath the crow shaped mask and their next words, "Or! If you're really that attached-", they send you a bemused look, "Can't see why but hey," shrugging, they continue on, unrelenting like a hunting wolf, "You can act instead. I'll send you all into different tales and should you finish them in accordance to the script, I may let you just leave without too much of a fuss. No catches." They point to the Shadow, "Can't make any promises for that one though, it's a solo act you see, if anything I'm just lending the venue."

"And if we refuse?" Probed Time, you could see the gears turning in his head like clockwork, trying to find a way to swing this in everyone's favor so you all can get out alive.

The vulture in crow skin only smiled wider, "Then none of us gets them and you die here, I'll let the Shadow tear you apart to it's void soul's delight, and kill them on the spot." The blades press against your arms against your will, and you twitch, trying to wrestle control back and only getting pain for you troubles, muffling a yell, "Maybe put them in a soup and make jewelry out of the bones that I don't reuse in a broth, I'd look pretty dashing in a crown." They giggle, unhinged cruelty into every word as they clap their hands, voice rising to a screeching crescendo, "Oh oh! Or just roll them down a barrel filled with spikes on a hill, or make them dance and dance and dance on hot iron shoes until they drop dead! Haven't decided yet, so many choices, so little time. It's almost enough to leave me hot and bothered."

The true owner of the theater sighed, longingly hugging themselves before turning a cold, hard tone to the heroes, "You sure you want to risk that?"

#linked universe au #linked universe x reader #lu x reader #linked universe fairy tale collection #linked universe fairy tale au #linked universe theater au #?#it'll do #the chapter itself will come eventually

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noizchild · 4 months

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What This Week Looks Like:

Monday:

Mars + Heaven: Side Stories (Cowboy Bebop, Side Stories 5-10)

Summary: These are the stories in between.

Tea Leaves and Crismon Nails (Wasteland 2011, Hetalia, Durarara, D.Gray-Man, Match Thirty)

Summary: Vol. 12 is up. The toxic dark is spreading all over the world. The Dark Circus is spreading all over Europe with more people disappearing every day. Meanwhile, Ju is haunted by dreams of a plague doctor in red and the shadowy figure of a woman standing over her son’s crib. She has the feeling that something isn’t right. And she isn’t the only one who feels it.

Tuesday-Saturday:

High Fever (Original, Chapters 29-33)

Summary: Twenty-one-year-old Okawa Toshiki has been out of the war and military for close to two years. He has nowhere to go and no real future to speak of. That was until fifteen-year-old Taria Yumi finds him sitting in front of an empty house near her neighborhood and takes her home him with. There seems to be something about her that is familiar. Toshiki can’t quite put his finger on it. Maybe Yumi could be the reincarnation of an old love? But such a thing can’t be possible, right?

Wednesday:

Dark Side of Wonderland (Wasteland 2011, Hetalia, Durarara, D.Gray-Man, Halo Twenty-Five)

Summary: Vol. 12 is up. Core story of the Wasteland Project. Winter is coming. With it brings an interloper. Somebody wants the tadpoles dead. They will go to great lengths for their blood. Chisa and the Ten no Shin'en are rising faster than the main players can keep up. More elements and factors drag Ikebukuro through a new era of suffering. With the city plunged into darkness, only one question remains: Who the hell killed Izaya?

Friday:

Unholy Pleasures (Wasteland 2011, Hetalia, Durarara, D.Gray-Man, Key Twenty-One)

Summary: Vol. 12 is up. The angels are sinking into the filth of the Wasteland. It’s been happening all along but now things are different. There is something else at stake here. Winter is coming. Allen is broken. Lavi is on the run. The other angels are left to fend for themselves. The monsters are free to do as they please. And things are about to get worse.

Sunday:

Winter Blossoms (Original, Chapter 21)

Summary: A strange man finds a pregnant woman and her two-year-old daughter along an empty road.

#mars + heaven: side stories #cowboy bebop #wasteland 2011 #tea leaves and crimson nails #hetalia #high fever #original works #dark side of wonderland #durarara #durarara x2 #unholy pleasures #d.gray man #d.grayman hallow #winter blossoms

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sweet-villain · 2 years

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Need You~ 3~ Joseph Quinn

Part 2

Summary : Five times Joseph tried to fix it & sixth time is the charm

He brings you flowers

You stare in awe at the bouquet of flowers on the doorstep of Dacre's and Liv's house. They all were various of colors and had at small teddy bear attached to it as it was wrapped around the flowers. There was a letter attached to the flowers too.

You kneel down grabbing a hold of bouquet of flowers.

" What are those? Who are they from?" Liv asks as you pass them to her and take out the letter brushing your fingers over your name in familiar handwriting. Joseph's.

You rip it open.

To the prettiest girl in the world,

You've been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I've grown to learn to understand what real love is. Whenever I look at you, my heart races and I fall in love with you all over again. Your laugh as became my favorite sound. Your giggle was next. Your smile makes everything brighter. You are my ray of sunshine. You are my best friend. My everything. My world. I love you, sweetheart. This is just the beginning of fixing us, I hope you know that you mean so much to me.

Love, Joseph

Your eyes brim with tears as you hold the letter to your chest. You love him so much.

" Why are you crying Y/N?" Dacre comes around the corner noticing the way you held the letter and sees the tears. You shake your head, chuckling. " Happy tears, Joseph wrote me a letter and brought me flowers"

Liv already put the flowers in the vase as they set in a vase looking over the living room with beauty.

2. He makes an appointment for you to get your nails done

When you round the corner after getting dressed, brushing your teeth and doing your morning routine, you are met in the kitchen with Dacre, Liv and Joseph who has been drinking tea it looks like. You watch as the steam comes from the tea as he takes little sips.

" Good Morning sunshine!" Dacre greets you handing you a stack of pancakes. Joseph looks over at you sending you a shy smile as you sit down next to him. He watches as you pick up your fork and knife, but he hands you over the syrup and butter knowing you need it. You giggled grabbing it from him and when you do, his fingers brush against yours.

The both of you stare at your hands and then look at each other, the color red paints both your cheeks as you look away.

" You're both cute" Liv points with her fork as she sits across from you. " Thank you" you both reply at the same time, the color red becomes crimson. " Just look at them baby, how adorable. Right?" Dacre leans down to kiss her on the cheek as he agrees.

" Not that I don't like that your here, Joseph but why are you here?" He brings his cup from his lips as he turns his head towards you. He chuckles seeing the bit of syrup right in the corner of your lips as it glisters in the light.

" I'm treating you today to get your nails done, and maybe a few more things" he shrugs.

" You don't have to" He shakes his head.

" You deserve it and it's just one of many things to fixing it between us"

" I appreciate it" he nods.

Joseph stays with you as you got your nails done, along with your toes and a massage treatment and then he takes you to dinner. You can't help it but your heart flutters as he shoots you that shy smile you love.

3. He surprises you at work

Today has been a hectic day at the office, you were working as a manager for a major company. You had an office to yourself but had so many things to sign today. You were feeling frustrated and could not wait till you got home to take a bath.

" Miss Y/N?" you looked up to see one of your co workers by the door as they knocked on your door.

" Yes? What is it?" you stopped flipping through the paperwork as you looked up at them.

" There is a Joseph Quinn asking for you. He says he needs to see you and it's urgent" they say opening the door wider and in walks Joseph with that smile you love that he does. He watches as your co worker closes the door leaving you two alone.

You lean back in your chair folding your arms in your lap.

" Hi there" you greet him. He sits across from you in the chair looking at office in awe. He hasn't been to your work before, he always waited outside for you.

" It's big" he gasped looking at the view as he walks over to the windows looking over the city. You nodded, standing up from your chair as you make your way to stand next to him.

" I suppose so" he turns his head to look at you. " I know you're busy and all, boss lady but I wanna take you out to lunch. I don't wanna hear a no or a maybe. I know how some days are for you and I want you to know I'm here" he offers his hands to you. You eyed it as his fingers wiggled waiting for your hand in his, you giggled at his wiggling fingers as you place your hand in his.

He tugs you close to him as he looks down at you.

" You're beautiful" a hint of red paints your cheeks as you thank him looking away. But he brings your face back with the tip of his finger on the side of your head.

" So, how about that lunch?" you nod making your way to your desk stacking the papers nicely. Joseph walks over to help but your hand brushes his for the second time this week.

His eyes lock with yours again and there is that shy smile he has.

4. He dances with you

Joseph had taken you out to lunch and then as you two are sitting enjoy lunch sitting across from each other, you both hear music as a street performer is strumming on their guitar. You looked over watching them and swaying your head to the song. It's a soft melody that makes you smile as you hum along too.

Joseph watches as your eye shine as you hum. He watches how you ignored your lunch and paid attention to the street performer.

" Do you wanna dance?" he asks you. Your attention is brought to him as you look at him in question. He laughs and stands up from the table leaning his hand out.

" Joseph were out in the public" He shrugs, he doesn't care. All he care is to make you happy. You giggle at him, taking his hand as the both of you leave your lunches and he takes you outside of where the two of you had lunch and wraps his arms around you. Your hands wrap around his neck and he places his forehead against yours.

He sways with you to the music, humming along with you.

" This is so sweet" you say. He nods, " Just wanna make you happy"

You were. You were happy with him. This meant a lot to you. The things he was doing.

5. He brushes your hair

At the end of the week, you had a long day at work and you were stressed out. Dacre and Liv were having a date night out of the house letting you know not to wait up for them. To your surprise, Joseph greeted you by the door with arms wide opened.

" You always know how to make me feel better" you wrap your arms around him as he pulls you to his chest. He kisses on top of your head.

" Let's get you inside, run you a bath and then I'll brush your hair. How does that sound, sweetheart?" your heart races at thought of him taking care of you.

" I'd love that, thank you so much" he takes your keys and unlocks the door for you. He lends out his hand for you to take and leads you inside where he shrugs off your jacket off of you, hanging on the hanger, he slips of your shoes putting them next to the rest. He takes your bag and puts it by the shoes, he puts the keys into the bowl by the door and leads you into your room.

" Get undressed" you give him a look and he shakes his head, " No, not like that even though that needs to happen" he gives you a look now " I'll run you a bath and let you relax, I'll get some wine even" he says as he kisses your cheek leaving you to yourself to undress.

You sigh happily feeling like everything was going to be okay.

After getting undressed, you walked into the bathroom to see he has finished running the bath. He found some candles places them on the corners as he lits the last one putting it on the other corner and has dropped one of the bath bombs into the bath.

" You're wonderful" you tell him seeing the beautiful sight. His cheeks paint the color red as he looks away.

" awe, don't hide" you cup his face in your hand moving it so he could look at you. When he does those beautiful brown eyes shine with so much love in them.

" I love you" you tell him. His smile widens as he responded, " I love you too"

Joseph helps you into the bath and rushes off to the kitchen to look for the wine that you liked. You don't drink it too often, but when you do it helps you relax. You heard something like he fell as he shoots profanities out of his mouth making you giggle.

He comes back into the bathroom with a glass of wine.

" Are you okay?" he nods, shrugging. " I slipped" you giggled watching as the red painted his cheeks. He was too cute.

He sits with you while you take the bath drinking wine. There is a nice silence between the two of you. You wait till the water is cold and the glass is finished. He takes the glass from you and helps you out of the bath. He drains it as you make your way into you bedroom.

You laugh seeing him run out the bathroom with your hair brush in his hand as he collapses on the bed with a roll on his back.

" Ninja" he says as he kneels on the bed.

" You're such a dork" he laughs, shrugging and reaches out to let your hair down from your bun. It cascades down your back. You sit as he brushes your hair getting the knots out and feel his fingers run through your hair. It feels so nice to have his touch on you even if it's just him playing with your hair.

" I miss this" he says.

" I miss you" you whisper out, he hears it though and places a kiss on your shoulder letting you know he misses you too.

6. He shares you on his Instagram and letting the media know that he's off the market

Your eyes grow wide seeing the Instagram post that Joseph's friend has posted for Joseph. It was a picture of you both, a while ago when the two of you were making cupcakes together. He had placed some frosting on your nose, making you giggle. He had taken a selfie of that moment but he was looking at you with a smile on his face.

The caption read, " She's my cupcake, my world and my sunshine. I love this woman with all my heart" and the picture is tagged with your username.

Joseph phone rings and he beams with happiness that it's you calling him. There is silence on the end that makes his frown.

" Lovely?" he asks.

" Joseph, why would you post us if you wanted our relationship to be private?" he understands what you are talking about now as he nods.

" I want the world to know who took me off the market" you sighed, " do you think this is a good idea?" he frowns as he leans back in his chair.

" You want me to remove it?"

" No, I love the picture"

" But?" he becoming nervous about this.

" you know what Joseph?" his heart races as he waits for you to continue.

" Keep the picture up, I love it and I love you. I know everything is going to be okay between us and I want an us. From the flowers you gave me to taking me to lunch, to treating me to this day, I want us to be okay"

He smiles at you words.

" I want an us too, sweetheart" you hear on the line that he is grabbing his keys and shuffling as if he's doing something.

" You better be coming over here" you say making him chuckle. " And if I'm not?"

" Okay then I guess I'll cuddle with Dacre and Liv, be their third cuddler in a sandwich" he gasps, putting his hand on his heart as if you wounded him.

" Get over here, Quinn" he laughs and nods.

" I'm on my way, sweetheart"

#joseph quinn #joseph quinn x you #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader #imagine joseph quinn #joseph quinn x y/n #jewls writes

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pandorasgirlfriend · 2 years

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Marauders era aesthetics

James Potter - Gryffindor

broomsticks, quidditch robes, hot butter beer, autumn leaves, cinnamon, apple pie, dancing badly, movie nights, campfires, walks in the rain, adventures, new places, maps, fireworks, pine trees

Sirius Black - Gryffindor

leather jackets, thunderstorms, cigarettes, eyeliner, oversized hoodies, stolen sweaters, band t-shirts, rock music, record players, breaking rules, strong emotions, playing in the snow, drawing, friendship, loopy handwriting

Remus Lupin - Gryffindor

worn out sweaters, fresh parchment, old books, cigarettes, tea, ink pots, messy handwriting, chocolate, old shoes, fuzzy socks, forests, tragic smiles, sarcasm, big mugs

Peter Pettigrew - Gryffindor

birthday cakes, smiles, surprises, hot chocolate, board games, reading marathons, baby animals, weird talents, chess, soft blankets, herbal tea, disney songs, long walks, sunny afternoons, baking

Lily Evans - Gryffindor

vanilla ice cream, strawberries, summer dresses, scented candles, lemonade, snort-laughing, taylor swift, wild flowers, braided hair, gummy worms, romance novels, stuffed animals, lip balm, freckles

Marlene McKinnon - Gryffindor

jewelry, eyeliner, fishnet tights, dyed hair, crisp weather, polaroid pictures, parties, mint, iced coffee, whipped cream, thrift stores, friendship bracelets, sushi, piercings, chipped nail polish

Mary MacDonald - Gryffindor

cute pyjamas, tea leaves, crystals, glitter, cats, coloured pencils, heart doodles, lemon water, curly hair, bralettes, cardigans, flared jeans, poetry, musicals, taylor swift

Frank Longbottom - Gryffindor

wild ideas, free spirit, hot cocoa, beach days, watermelons, waffles, pure heart, passing notes, willow trees, best presents, bright colours, cartoons, rainy days, hide and seek

Alice Fortscue - Ravenclaw

floral patterns, picnics, pixie cuts, leather sandals, forest fruits, ice cream, horror films, blanket burritos, salted crisps, summer breeze, soft lips, mascara, lipstick, brown eyes, creativity

Emmaline Vance - Ravenclaw

open windows, windy weather, mythology, zodiac signs, photography, blueberries, jasmine tea, dark colours, dark hair, forests, classical music, astronomy, lavender, messy hair

Xenophillius Lovegood - Ravenclaw

wild imagination, obscure teas, colorful clothes, blue eyes, thoughtful gifts, rain, doodles, fantasy books, painting, museums, rivers, smooth pebbles, mascarpone, magazines, dark chocolate

Pandora Rosier - Ravenclaw

pearl necklaces, silver earrings, clouds, old books, ice skating, contagious laughter, curiosity, wild animals, cooking, windswept hair, pressed flowers, tall grass, butterflies, bird watching, denim jackets

Gilderoy Lockhart - Ravenclaw

poetry, snow, birds of paradise, valleys, cologne, rain, echoes, astronomy, charms, fame, elegance, fashion, dragon flies, ocean waves, new places

Sibyll Trelawney - Ravenclaw

crystal balls, minerals, tea leaves, cigarettes, long dresses, starry nights, zodiac signs, astronomy, mythology, piano music, poetry, teacups, essential oils, incense

Dorcas Meadows - Slytherin

colourful clothes, nails painted electric colours, raspberries, iced tea, citrus fruits, spring time, converse, lip gloss, lollipops, foreign languages, art museums, scrunchies, sticker collections

Evan Rosier - Slytherin

old books, long scarves, cooking, headphones, snowball fights, climbing trees (totally not a crimson rivers reference), binge watching shows, friendship bracelets, pet snakes

Lucius Malfoy - Slytherin

poetry, classical music, history, forests, dark chocolate, fresh parchment, mint, black coffee, architecture, quills, cunning ideas, birds of pray, sea salt, champagne glasses,

Narcissa Black - Slytherin

romance novels, red roses, bikinis, lakes, constellations, cheesecake, makeup, red lipstick, sorbets, diamond rings, piano music, black cardigans, white shirts,

Bellatrix Black - Slytherin

ball gowns, red wine, ambition, curly hair, reptiles, cliffs, mini skirts, cherries, eyeshadow, white bedsheets, silver jewelry, obsidian, black tea, powdered sugar

Andromeda Black - Slytherin

baking, summer dresses, messy handwriting, flower crowns, wild strawberries, ocean waves, blankets, crochet queen, picnic baskets, lace nighties, rose petals, full notebooks, sunsets

Regulus Black - Slytherin

big rooms, pianos, beaches, caves, echoes, books, theatre, sparkling water, lightning, rainy evenings, ink pots, poetry, dogs, cups of tea gone cold, rings, cologne, gobstones

Severus Snape - Slytherin

potions, tattered clothes, greasy hair, bad choices, unrequited love, snail slime, horrible personality, bullying children, blackmail

Rita Skeeter - Slytherin

gossip, perfume, fresh parchment, quills, romance novels, mini skirts, classical music, eyeliner, lipgloss, long nails, curled hair, insects, pressed flowers, blackmail, silver earrings

Barty Crouch Jr - Slytherin

messy hair, lakes, cupcakes, penknives, quills, mint, forests, fantasy novels, chess, thunderstorms, snow, black tea, mean comments, ink pots, empty rooms

Hestia Jones - Hufflepuff

cardigans, curiosity, adventures, confidence, mary jane shoes, fairy lights, pressed flowers, guitars, hardback books, daffodils, mermaids, beach days, sun hats, sparkly nail polish, long walks,

Ted Tonks - Hufflepuff

si-fi novels, video games, movie nights, cooking, photo booths, wax crayons, kanken backpacks, festivals, amusement parks, insects, hot chocolate, cookies, worn out jeans

Maryrose Jenkins - Hufflepuff

(this character is from “ The Marauders” series on wattpad by pengiwen, not canon, i just really wanted to include her)

scented candles, tatters converse, pressed flowers, lip balm, fantasy novels, curiosity, adventures, creativity, ice cream, sunsets, scrunchies, flared jeans, bikinis, butterflies

Amelia Bones - Hufflepuff

denim jackets, doc martens, essential oils, writing stories, lavender perfume, plant mom, big windows, forests, boats, hoodies, oversized t-shirts, black coffee, snow globes, seashells

Amos Diggory - Hufflepuff

creativity, cooking, adventures, movie nights, book shops, bow ties, lakes, woods, campfires, a little shy, cookies, tea, plants, sugar cubes, jokes, smiles

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emisanemu · 2 years

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Five more minutes

Dean Winchester x plus size reader

Rated M for blood and cursing

Word count: 884

Warnings: blood, slaying of vampires, blood, major character death

Description: A story in which you fall on the nail instead of Dean.

Your blood is pumping, breath wavering slightly, droplets of blood drip down the side of your face, sweat and blood. The masked vamp rushes towards you as you raise your blade to behead the monster. A smile forms on your face, ready to end another hunt, to save lives, thoughts of being home at the bunker cross

your mind as you square up with the vamp.

"It's over you vampire bitch."

As the words fall from your lips your swing the blade forward, chopping straight at the vamp's neck.

Everything happens so fast, like a flash before your eyes, you feel a hard shove against your chest, your blade flies from your hands as you hit the wooden pillar behind you. A sharp angry pain flies through your body, the wet feeling of blood running down your back, your eyes widen with a sudden realization of what just happened.

Before you know it Dean grabs your discarded blade and sends it flying through the vamps neck, a harsh thud cuts through the sounds of your heavy breathing as his body falls to the ground.

You look at Dean, his green eyes locking on to you, looking you up and down for any marks, any visible evidence of a hunt gone wrong.

"C'mon, let's go get those boys out of here, and then get you cleaned up."

You would not be taking those boys home, you wouldn't be leaving this farm house, not alive at least. Your voice shakes as you speak,

"Dean, you-you and Sam get those boys home, I'm not going anywhere, there's something in my back, going right through my body, I can feel the blood Dean."

Dean's eyes lock onto your injured form once more, his breathing picking up as he comes closer to you. He approaches slow, his hand comes up as he reaches behind you. His fingers touch the entry point of the object and you wince, another hot flash of pain running from the top of your body to your feet. He pulls his hand back, dark crimson blood covers his palm. You look at Dean and Sam mournfully, your head pounds as more blood seeps from the deep puncture.

"No, no, no, Sam, go get the first aid, now!"

Dean's voice rises to a level of panic you've never seen before as Sam takes off out of the farm house doors, running to get any aid Dean may have stashed in the impala. Running in vain.

"Dean, I'm not moving from here, whatever it is in my back is the only thing holding me together right now, I'm not gonna make it even three steps off of this thing."

Tears well in your eyes as the words spill from your lips, your voice is horse, your lungs constricting painfully as more of you drains from your body. Your eyes meet Dean's again, the green in his eyes clouded with wetness as he looks at your dying form.

"I-I'll go get help, me and Sam will get you to the hospital, you'll be fine, you have to be fine."

You feel like laughing a crying, crying at the fact you were going to die, but laugh at the vain hope Dean had. You raise your hand, it shakes as the blood loss begins to take its toll on you. Your fingers gently wrap around Dean’s large calloused hands, his eyes meet yours, hope gleaming in them, hope that you would have hope.

“Dean…we always knew how things were going to end….it’s how it always ends for people like us, hunters…we don’t get happy endings, we don’t get fairytales, and we don’t walk away from stuff like this..this is the end Dean.”

Dean begins to cry, it’s not the first time you’ve seen tears come from the older hunter’s eyes, but it was rare. He squeezes your hand tightly and moves closer to you, his chest is heaving, he’s shaking with sadness and anger.

“Dean, look at me, please..”

His sad eyes meet yours, you give a light but pained smile, teas run down your cheeks and blood has started to run from your nose.

“Dean, I know this is the worst timing, all things considered, but I have to tell you, before I fade, I love you, I always have, from the first hunt, but I could never tell you, I was afraid but now is not the time to be afraid.”

The tears fall harder from Dean’s eyes, he’s shaking harder as he brings his hand up to your cheek lightly to cup your face. He keeps eye contact with you as he leans forward as he leans forward catching your lips in a gentle kiss. The kiss is long and emotional as your tears mix together.

As he pulls away Dean feels your hand loosen the grip it has on his owns and your head slumps forward, the front of your short is now covered in blood and you’re not moving. Dean panics and moves his hand to your shoulder moving you slightly. It’s to no avail, it was too late, all Dean wishes for is five more minutes, a chance to say that he loves you to.

#dean x reader #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #Dean x plus size reader #plus size reader #major character death #sad #supernatrual oneshots #supernatural x reader #Dean Winchester x plus size reader

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neopronouns · 4 months

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colorgenders inspired by the results of a “What is your Aura” quiz ((https://)uquiz(.)com/quiz/pxTx2D/what-color-is-your-aura):

Sky: short poems, teacups, clear skies, diaries, dripping icicles, tears, tennis shoes.

Honeysuckle: succulents, key lime, glow-in-the-dark stars, blown glass, honeydew, garter snakes, notes in bottles.

Seafoam: clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells.

Yellow: daisies, road signs, bumblebees, lemon meringue, bicycles, polaroids, awnings.

Hickory: felled oak, brass, sunken ships, olive pits, graphic shirts, splinters, dark room.

Orange: guitars, fanta bottles, sunglasses, orange peels, butterflies, popsicles, paper lanterns.

Sage: herb clippings, matcha, bullet journals, mini backpacks, needle felts, pistachio, laptop stickers.

Teal: dyed hair, scales, doc martens, aurora borealis, stormy seas, kingfishers, agate.

Royal (blue): crown jewels, portraits, satin chairs, masquerades, nebulas, betta fish, secrets.

Gold: lion statues, coins, gold leafing, bound books, goldfinches, crowns, heart lockets.

Crimson: rose vines, blood, apples, velvet, sharp nails, galaxies, dripping jewellery.

Navy: brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, starlings.

Forest: fern leaves, greenhouses, cloaks, bookstores, pine trees, chokers, snake scales.

honey: friendship bracelets, beehives, school buses, children's books, flower petals, honeyed toast, polaroids.

Ashen: old newspapers, smoke, quiet cities, pale cheeks, pebbles, chalk, the clouded moon.

Garnet: Brooches, anthologies, stained glass, leaves, dining chairs, long robes, curtains.

Chiffon: stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows.

Red: leather jackets, cherries, bruised knuckles, roses, lipstick, fast cars, rose petals.

Magenta: splattered paint, glitter, childhood friends, neon, pleather, dance floors, crystals.

Amaranth: bundled flowers, ribbon, merlot, overcoats, gemstones, lipstick prints, red velvet.

Periwinkle: knit hats, candies, tiny flowers, beads, teacups, washi tape, clouds.

Jade: islands, sketchbooks, rainy windows, pendants, puzzle pieces, tree frogs, sea glass.

Pink: cupcakes, sunglasses, pink sands, starbursts, pinky promises, flower crowns, ice cream.

Rose: lace, blown kisses, milk tea, paper fans, pillows, ballet slippers, fairy wings.

Amethyst: earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, outer space.

Noir: drops of ink, eyeliner, crows, spiders, charcoal, painted nails, the night.

Cream: dandelions, marble, bottled coffee, hair ties, banana cream, bedsheets, sketches.

Beige: lattes, dry fields, footprints, easels, cat fur, pottery, fresh-baked cookies.

Pearl: abalone, perfume bottles, chandeliers, tulle, ball jointed dolls, satin, paint palettes.

Bronze: leather books, cowboy hats, foxes, candle jars, sword hilts, cobblestone streets, hourglasses

Amber: autumn days, freckles, torches, cabins, fossils, unbrushed hair, enamel pins.

Fire: sunrises, woven blankets, campfires, tigers, whiskey, monarchs, road trips.

Purple: geodes, club lights, ferris wheels, sunglasses, hummingbirds, eyeshadow, outer space.

Blush: lollipops, warm cheeks, lip gloss, flowers, flamingo feathers, painted nails, heart glasses.

finally done with all of these — they're queued!

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Within Me; Within You

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I dream of sunflowers, and cemeteries, of stolen kisses I will never have the chance to steal again and of fleeting touches that meant nothing to you but everything to me. I dream of warm summer nights and sleeping in the grass beneath your windowsill, carrying you to my truck worried sick about you because you were too stubborn to take care of yourself, the fierce protectiveness and possessiveness that took a hold of me while you were stuck in that dreary apartment, day in and day out, suffering in an endless loop of monotony and loneliness.

I dream of when I wasn’t allowed to soothe you, to hold you in my arms and brush the tears from your freckled cheeks. I dream of that day at the beach, that fateful day, your entrancing silhouette framed by stormy skies and white-tipped waves, rising out of the steaming water like Aphrodite on sea foam, your gaze focused on me, me of all people, for the first time me, finally me rather than all the boys you’ve chased who break your heart and grind the pieces into dust with their absence. I dream of warm nights and humid air and grinning like a mad fool, gazing at your lax and sleeping face, because how did I ever exist without you, tiny body and chilled limbs entwined with large, warm ones, a space heater and an ice maker. I dream of holding you, hugging you, feeling your arms around me. And I dream of your hair, oh god, the sweetness of your hair as it brushes the bottom of my chin, and I hold you tighter, tighter, never wanting to let go, the kitten-claw sting of your nails raking across the planes of my back, the shivers it runs down my spine, tinged electric with pleasure.

I dream of you.

I dream of you and your golden hair and the way the light catches the silver edges in your eyes, the way tears sparkle down your rounded cheeks and land on my waiting tongue. I dream of the salt, of the warmth, of the sweet taste of you as it coated me, finally me, always me. I fantasize about the way your breath hitches in your throat as you hear the door open- I can almost hear your joy as you scream, cries I know are of happiness that I have returned, your hero, your knight in shining armor; it thrills me, the chill of your hands as you plant them on my throat, oh you must be desperate, did you miss me that much, my love? The plushness of your lips captivates me, firm and reluctant to return my enthusiasm- it’s okay to be shy, dearest, we can fix that with time, I will love enough for both of us. I dream of the softness of your breasts against mine as you arch and squirm to get away, my playful girl!

The jolt of fear that crosses your expression when you hear the gentle slide of my knife from its leather cover is electrifying; I do not think it will flee from my memory any time soon the way your head lolls into my palm when you grow drowsy, the lasting bitterness of your dinnertime tea now fixed on my lips, fixed on my tongue as you let me in, as you allow me to worship you the way no other woman ever could, the way no other woman ever will, with our initials carefully carved in the soft flesh of your hip. The bleeding lines forming a heart around my declaration appearing on your skin throws me deeply into the throes of pleasure, the now-visible proof of our love and devotion forever on your body, and the warm thickness of your crimson lifeblood on my tongue as I lave your wound is nearly orgasmic, knowing you will never be able to leave me now, part of you imbibed and within me forever. I shiver to think about it, that you are within me and I will soon be within you, as I slice my palm and hold it to your mouth, encouraging you to swallow in your dream-filled slumber, soothing you as you choke slightly. I am sure it must be sour, but I hope it is sweet to you.

I dream, frequently, especially, of my favorite night together, the way your eyes sparkled with delicious tears, diamonds in the moonlight, endearingly beautiful in a way I believe no-one else could ever appreciate, though I would never let them have the chance. I dream of the meekness of your words, the soft forming of syllables as they fall from your benumbed lips, how you try to tell me no. It has always been so adorable to me when you try to tell me no, as if I do not know what is best for you, as if I have not always kept you safe, even before I held you in my arms, before I was able to shield you from the world, from those awful people who want nothing more than to “liberate” you from your truest purpose, your truest love. I dream of the haze in your eyes, the way your pupils lazily expand as double your typical dose of sedatives- carefully slipped into your tea- overtake your worried mind, the way you stare up at me, my lovesick gaze soothing you into unconscious sleep, the silver-grey shine of your eyes growing dull as you fall below the threshold of dreams. I hope I am there with you, in your dreams; I hope you dream of me the way I do you, the silken skin of your palms smoothing up the planes of my body, cupping my face the way I have always cupped yours, returning the fondness I have granted to you time and time again.

I dream of the warmth of your heart in my hands, the way it quivers in my palms, quickening as you try to wake, but I am surefooted in my dosage and know you will still ease into me still swallowed by dreams, ease into my need; I need to know you inside and out, it is desperate, an Achillean urge hammering within me. I dream of the hardness of your ribs, the way they are firm and unyielding beneath me, the way my teeth scrape gently over them and marr them, claiming you from the inside out, a declaration to no-one (for who will ever see this of you but me?). I dream that you are mine, and I am hopelessly and forever yours.

I dream of the catch of the needle in your skin as I put you back together, already missing the unoppressive heat of your heart against me, the roughness of the suture material in such stark contrast of your soft, of your goddess-like form as I clean you gently, carry you back to our bed, silk sheets awaiting you, royalty.

I dream of sunflowers, and silver-grey eyes, of the way your smile blinds me when I get to see it.

I dream of you.

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