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creepydixon · 1 year

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hello! i absolutely love your daryl content & i was wondering if i could make a request? could i please request a daryl x fem!reader where she lives in alexandria and much younger (of age) and when daryl meets her, he becomes obsessed with the idea of getting her pregnant and them starting a family (even if she isn’t). it can be as dark as you’re comfortable with. thank you so much! 💖

I love how you are thinking 🤍 isn't that also a kink

Dark!Daryl - obsessed with starting a family

warning: age gap, stalking, cnc, breeding kink, pregnancy signs

• When you heard there was a new group coming to Alexandria, you became curious like everyone else to see who these new people were. While some of the people in the town would give the new people gifts, you wouldn't do that. You just wanted to just say hi and welcome them.

• And they sure were special. Even if they all got their own houses, they decided to stay in the same house. It was midday and you walked closer to the house. They would all have an interview with Deanne but while they waited for their turn, they were in the house. Expect three of them. Two men and a woman in short hair.

• They all talked low but when you got closer, they all turned their head towards you, all giving you a hard look. Their conversation had died when seeing you getting closer. You felt a bit uneasy, a bit scared even. These people looked very tough, the two men were very dirty, and the woman looked somehow softer but still very tough.

• You don't walk up on the porch, you stand at the stairs, giving a soft smile to them. Welcoming them and introducing yourself. They all give you a skeptical look.

• The one with the beard gives just a few nods, listening to you. "I'm Rick, this is Daryl and Carol." You took the hint, they didn't want to talk with you. You had interrupted their talk and obviously, they were on their guard. You left shortly after getting their names.

• And Daryl, oh, he had his eyes on you. Even when you walked away, he didn't let go of his eyes on you. Seeing you walking graciously, swaying a little bit with the hips. Perhaps it is because of your young age he looked a bit extra on you. You were very pretty.

• Daryl turned to Rick and Carol. "I'm gonna take a look around here, see if there is someone who lures around to kill us." Rick had only given Daryl a nod, agreeing it was best to keep an eye on these people. They may look good but could strike them.

• Daryl started to walk in the same direction you had walked in. He knew he got a lot of looks when he walked there. All dirty, the toughest guy there around. He was an outcast. But he didn't care about that. He just wanted to see where you live. He has this itch in his brain to see where you live.

• You lived in a house too. Daryl had caught up, he had walked with quick steps while you had walked slowly, saying hi to some few that you had met on your walk. You walked up to the smaller house and you unlock the door. You know it wasn't needed in this town but it felt better within you.

• And that was the moment Daryl understood you lived alone. No boyfriend, no family. You were on your own. And for some reason, that made Daryl a bit excited.

• When the night arrives, Daryl tells he takes the first guard for his group. He glances at Rick who is holding Judith, making Judith wave goodnight to everyone. It makes Daryl look out of the window. And when everyone is asleep, he can't help to think about you. How lonely you must be in your house.

• The next day Daryl sleeps through the morning, he knew the others were guarding so he could sleep in a little. When he woke up, he noticed most of them had left the house, except for Carl and Judith. But they were outside on the porch. Daryl would go and meet up with Rick and Carol but when he walks out of the porch, you are there. With Judith in your arms.

• Carl turns around and gives a quick nod to Daryl, as if he assures Daryl that Judith is safe with you.

• Daryl has his eyes on you for a bit before he walks away.

• And he feels how his mind is racing, as well as his heart. He shouldn't have the thoughts but he can't help it. You would look great as a young mom.

• Later that day, when the evening starts to fall, you stand on your porch and give water to the flowers. Daryl sees this and starts to walk toward your house. He had been standing a bit away for a good while, just making sure that you actually lives alone. You turn your eyes when you see someone coming closer and you spot Daryl. You give a smile, a bit surprised and nervous when you see him walking towards your house.

• "Hey," is all Daryl says at first, and after you give a hi back and ask how everything goes with him, he just replies with "Guess it could 'ave been worse. You're alone?" The question took you off guard, you look confused and he just nods toward the flowers and then glances at the house. You understood now what he meant and you tell him that you live on your own. You came here to Alexandria on your own almost a year ago. You have sort of forgotten what the outside world looks like.

• "It sure isn't for everyone," Daryl just grunts a little, not stopping having his eyes on you. "but sure is a waste that ya have a whole house for yaself. It looks like it is made for a family. . . unless that is what ya are waiting for, starting your own."

• You are very confused by his statement but you don't even get to say anything before he walks away. You walk into your house and lock the door.

• From that day, everything got worse. Daryl seemed to be closer to you, either if you wanted it or not. Starting to feel his breath on your neck when you were picking food, even Olivia didn't dare to do anything when she saw how close Daryl was to you. As you had expected, Olivia is kinda a coward.

• When the party day comes that Deanne had fixed, you didn't go. It was for the new group and you felt like you didn't want to go there since Daryl acted strange and too close to you. And you knew the Alexandria people would ignore it, just like they did with the doctor who beat his own wife, only because he is a doctor.

• Then you heard a knock at the door. You were standing still for a second before you walked over to the door and opened it. Daryl stood there.

• "Hey," he put his foot at the door so you couldn't close it. He pushed himself into your house. "I noticed ya weren't at the party."

• You glare at Daryl when he steps into your house. "Get out of here." Daryl only closes the door behind him as he steps in, locking it behind him. "Nah."

• He looks around your house and walks towards the kitchen. "Nice place." He start to look a bit around in the kitchen, opening the fridge and the cupboards. You stand in the kitchen too. Watching him closely, he looks towards you "Ya don't drink?" after not finding any alcohol.

• You don't answer him and he gets a bit closer to you. He grabs your arm and holds you close to him. "Good. It can hurt the baby." You look confused at him trying to jerk away by his strong grip. "I thought ya wanted to start a family," Daryl mumbled close to your ear. "Isn't that why ya got this nice big house? How ya play with Judith? 'cuz ya want one too?"

• Your free hand slaps Daryl across the face but he doesn't even budge. "I'm too young to be a mom," You hisses at Daryl. "Nah, ya aren't." He seemed not affected that you had slapped him. "You're in perfect age to be one."

• He forcefully kisses you and you can't help but like his kiss, sure, he was hot, there is no denying that. But this is not what you wanted. When he breaks the kiss from you, Daryl starts to drag you along. "Why won't ya show me the bedroom, hm?" you almost trip when he drags you along with him. "C'mon, if we're gonna live together, ya gotta show where we sleep."

• This takes you by surprise. He wanted to live with you? You try to stop him from walking but he just grabs you a bit harder and finds the bedroom upstairs. "Don't worry, I'll take it easy on ya." He says as he continues to force you to the bedroom.

• He closes the bedroom door and forces you to the bed. As you start to beg him to stop, he starts to take off his jacket. He has this need. Does he want to start a new life? Maybe he has been jealous for a long time that Rick, his brother, has a family but Daryl doesn't? Daryl just knows he wants to start a family with you and no one else. He doesn't care he is a little bit more than twice your age.

• Daryl tries to shush you when he starts to undress you and keeps kissing you. "I know, I know," he shushes you and gives kisses to your cheek. "I will take it easy, I won't hurt ya."

• He makes sure you can't get away, but he also makes sure you are very much pleased. He presses his fingers at the sensitive spot that makes you close your eyes, wanting to refuse the pleasure feeling. You don't want to admit how his fingers make you feel good.

• When he sees you are starting to get pleased by his soft movements, he is quick to buckle up his pants. "That's right, ya like it, don't ya sweetheart?" And soon you feel his dick inside you and you can't help but let out some cries, you wanted to resist, you wanted to dislike it, but you couldn't. You very much enjoyed it.

• Which Daryl did too. He enjoyed it and kept kissing you, whispering to you that it is all going to be alright. He will look after you and the baby.

• Daryl moved in with you that night. Well, you hadn't talked about it but Daryl moved in on his own. Not letting you out of his sight. Waiting for you to give signs that you are pregnant.

• You kept saying you weren't ready, you tried to come around his head that you are too young, trying to say you are scared of giving birth, scared to give birth in a literal apocalypse! A baby doesn't deserve that! You don't want it!

• Daryl kept assuring you that he will protect you and the baby, and give birth? Well, it is something every woman has done, so you will be fine too. Not caring too much that you are scared of giving birth, it is only natural.

• Every night for two weeks, he had sex with you, making sure you would get pregnant. He will get you pregnant. He will have his own family, he will start his family here in Alexandria with you.

• One day, you show signs that you are pregnant.

#flowercrowns-goodvibes #sorry this took a little while to do #but sometimes I'm slow with requests #dark daryl dixon #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd

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there-is-just-me-myself-and-i · 1 year

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#i added one little thing 🌼🌼🌼#sorry but it screamed flowercrown too me 🙈#olli matela #BC edits #my edits...i guess #blind channel

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blurrymango · 2 months

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Antis who say 2Doc is "a proship" vs antis who ship 2Doc but "don't fetishie the abuse" fight or get off the internet or something.

#mango man speaks #2doc should only be for freaks and weirdos and people against harassment.#but no. antis everywhere.#unfortunate.#please step into the bottomless pit.#gorillaz fans just arent edgy anymore. gorillaz is also not edgy anymore.#gorillaz has become the one thing they swore to destroy- vapid pop music.#noodle grew up into a basic bitch.#russel is just. hes practically not even a character anymore.#murdoc is. just. hes. how do i describe it.#murdoc is no longer the edgy satanist.#hes only using the aesthetic of edge like some kind of tumblr user.#he used to be the opposite of a role model-#satanist. degenerate. nazi symbol lover. total asshole.#but now- hes. hes just not. THEY NEUTERED HIM.#as for 2d.#well. if i said i didnt like the current ''pure bby idiot'' 2d then id be lying.#but hes also lost his edge.#hes gotten. well. hes lost his weirdness.#hes so. sweet little flowercrown uwu boy. now.#and i can only accept that if it were the result of hypnosis or mind control or something on purpose character-wise.#but no.#i dont think they've got him like this on purpose.#i think he was dumbed down so much on accident.#now. he has brain damage. so that could be used #just killed a bug btw theres bug guts smeared on my laptop screen #anyway that could be used as an explanation for his increased stupidity. that brain damage is progressively making him dumber.#but i just.#i dont know man.#let murdoc dress as a nazi and say slurs again. let 2d be a little miserable perv again. let russel be a character again.

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antirepurp · 2 months

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im using the frontiers model to keep proportions in check for frontiers porting later and was hiding meshes and the braid looked kinda neat on him :)

#soda offers you a can #hmm a funny little flowercrown skin perhaps? could be cute :)#i don't think i'll model that because i'd want to make it look good and modeling good flowers sounds. tricky #and i have jolyne to work on. and silver when i want to return to rigging him

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quartizinedaze · 1 year

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Flowercrown… but monster hunter monster-fied.

if they were an espinas and a rathalos u could technically still call it flowercrown (if u got like. Really technical)

#monster hunter #rathalos #espinas #flowercrown #I’m srry I’m not too great at drawing monsters yet 😭#i want to get better at it bc they’re so cool #but 4 now some little doodles that I think look ok :>#I’ve been using Steam for 6 years and MHR is like. my 3rd most played game after only a few months lol #it’s so good

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honeyandbabybee · 2 years

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I feel like goin on an adventure! 🌼

#das me!!#agere positivity #agere #little space #baby bee #dressup #age regressor #age regression #age re blog #toddlercore #babycore #little one #smolspace #little princess #overalls #flowercrown

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princessbrunette · 5 months

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could you do stepbro!rafe with a breeding kink?

LOCKED IN ♡

cw: stepcest, smut, breeding, pregnancy mention, rafe calls you ‘little sis’ once.

It was totally, utterly unfair.

You were picky, picky when it came to food— separating the dry from the wet on your plate with your fork, picky with your clothes — needing the pinks to be the perfect cool tone. Picky with the way you organised your bed, needing the decorative cushions and copious amounts of stuffed animals to be organised in a specific manner in order to feel satisfied. Most importantly, you were picky with your men. It took a lot for you to feel a spark, most of the men you encountered just not even breaching your impossibly high standards.

So why, oh why — did you have to pick your step-brother?

He wasn’t even perfect, not by a long mile. He was aggressive, rude, stuck up, all things you pride yourself on not being. He had a reputation of causing problems, fighting pogues, engaging in scream-offs with his father. But, Rafe Cameron was gorgeous. An innocent smile despite it all, broad, tall and built, grab-able hair.

You hadn’t even realised you’d had a handful of it between your tense fingers until he groaned against your mouth, cock resting against your sodden cunt, sliding against your folds with each buck of his hips. The two of you had snuck upstairs during the infamous Midsummers party, white sundress bunched up around your waist, thin wiry flowercrown fallen, laying beside a teddy bear wearing a sweater at the head of your bed.

He’d been making eyes at you all night, much to your dismay after you’d told him to pinky promise you that he’d try and refrain from engaging in any stepcestual shenanigans at such a family affair. You recall the way he sighed when you’d asked, stepping up to you as if to impose his height on you, plastering a purposely fake smile on his face, eyes crinkling at the corners and holding up the requested finger.

“Pinky swear.” He rasps in that low, intimate tone. Everything was a seduction technique with him, god — whatever, it was working. You hooked your finger happily enough around his anyway probably sporting a big goofy smile. Any excuse to touch him you’d take.

He grinds his shaft against your heat as he practically has you pinned to your bed, legs helpless around his waist. You shudder and whine when his tip catches your clit. “Do pinky promises mean nothing to you?” You shiver, infinitely hypocritical and careless as you buck your hips for more. He chuckles at this, leaning back so he can line himself up with your entrance.

“Doesn’t look like you’re complaining.” He retorts, giving your hip a comforting squeeze before sliding himself in. You go to let out a moan but he warns you with his fingers softly brushing your lips. “Uh-uh.” He whispers. He’s right, can’t get caught.

Soon enough you have tears pooling at the corners of your eyes from your restraint, eyes all big and desperate as he works his rhythm against you, hips grinding and slamming until you’re seeing stars. He gets so concentrated, like he’s working out whilst he fucks you, his mouth hung a little open, eyes focused on your body and what he’s doing. Forget the short pathetic whimpers leaving you, with each thrust the bed creaks loud and fast in an unmistakable rhythm that one who passed your room could only know exactly what’s going down.

It doesn’t take long before you’re cumming, hard. You’re not sure what it is, aside from him whispering “Good girl, keep taking it.” In your ear with his lips brushing your jawline. You’d decided the shape of his cock must be designed perfectly for your insides, and hits the perfect spot— because it’s not like he did that much to get you to cum that hard.

You get all silly and brain dead whenever you cum, and this time it was awful. It must have been the summer heat getting to your head or the glass of wine you’d downed when you’d seen the way Rafe was openly ogling you at a family event, because you lock your feet around his back, not letting him leave you. You’d been clenching so hard when you came that he’d had to take a breather, his weight falling on top of you a bit more as he groaned something along the lines of “Shit, g’nna make me cum too.” into your temple. Completely fuck drunk, you whine out—

“Want it inside please. Cum inside.” Desperate and pleadingly, arms wrapped around his neck and feet still locked to keep him inside you. He pauses for a moment, so that he doesn’t blow his load there and then before pulling back. He’s stronger than you by a long shot, so he’s got your arms off him in no time, pinning you so hard to the bed, putting his weight on you to the point you think you might fall through it. He looks angry at first, and you think maybe you’ve messed up, staring up at him through hazy, tearful doe eyes. His expression twists to something more amused, a malicious smile twitching at his lips as he stares at you almost pityingly. Then he starts to slowly grind inside.

“Thats real sick, baby. You know that right? Wanting me t’cum inside you?” He huffs out a snicker, shaking his head as he adjusts his grip on your hips. “I mean can you imagine?” He presses inside, deep as he can go, his tip kissing your cervix with force and just staying there, throbbing against it. You whine, too sensitive, too much. “Knocking up my sweet little sis? The look on everyone’s face when they realise that big bad scary Rafe has been ploughing this pretty little pussy behind closed doors?” He starts moving again, pushing your knees up to your chest once he’d broken free from your locked in position. “How would it look if you showed up to the next family function with a swollen tummy, baby?” He babies you, talking to you like you’re stupid and rubbing a big hand over your stomach soothingly. You flutter around him, worsening things. “Better yet, leaving this room and going back to the party with my cum all in your panties.” He squints one eye in fake disgust before shaking his head in fake disapproval, lips pouted as he tuts three times. “Gonna get me in trouble, beautiful.”

He presses his body to yours again, thrusts speeding up and the sound of the creaking bed smacking the wall returns, as to your sensitive mewls. “But if that’s really what you want...” He finishes sinisterly, holding you down when you squirm and fucking you until he’s groaning, pumping his load inside.

#rafe cameron smut #tw stepcest #stepbro!rafe #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron drabble

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kining-the-evil · 7 months

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Kinktober Day 1 Cockwarming with Sam Carpenter

Warnings: soft!Dom Sam, fem!reader, use of pet names like princess/good girl/pretty girl, cockwarming, strap on, vibrating strap on

Taglist: @flowercrowns-goodvibes @hurlonsororitygirls

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Sam knew how tired you’d been the past week. Between work and your final year of college, times to relax had been few and and far between. So when you finally had a day off, she wanted to make the most of it. Canceling her plans for the day, convincing Tara and Quinn to be out of the house the night before and for the day, dinner reservation at your favorite restaurant, and anything else you’d want to do. But her first plan for the day was to really help you relax.

You had stayed the night before, and as normal, Sam woke up before you. She had to slowly maneuver out of your arms and out of the bed to grab what she needed. Your favorite strap on dildo. When she came back to the bed, Sam took a moment to admire your sleeping form. The blanket was only half covering you, showing off the riding up tee shirt and underwear you’d wore to bed.

Carefully, she climbed back into the bed and pulled you to her chest. The sudden movement caused you to start to wake up, eyes squinting slightly as you gained conciseness.

“Morning, princess,” Sam greeted with a kiss to the back of your head. You rolled over, giving your girlfriend a small smile.

“ ‘mornin,” you mumbled before kissing her lightly. As the two of you kissed, Sam shifted her hips slightly to make the strap rub against you. You froze at the feeling, causing Sam to chuckle.

“Thought you could use some stress relief this morning.” She spoke against your lips, rubbing small circles on your hips. “How’s that sound?”

You nodded quickly, but a small pinch to your side had you mumbling a ‘yea please.’ Sam reached down to pull your underwear to the side, running a finger through your exposed heat to collect a bit of your liquids.

“So wet, and I haven’t even done anything yet,” she tisked, making you blush.

She slowly slid a finger in, thrusting it slowly before inserting a second one to scissor you open. You moaned at the feeling, rolling your hips to meet the thrusts and she allowed you too. When she thought you were stretched enough she pulled her fingers out, making you whine.

“Don’t. I know you want comes next.” Sam scolded, pulling her fingers up to examine how wet they are before putting them in her mouth to suck clean. “Taste so Sweet.”

You blushed at her words, but quickly forgot about it when she pushed the strap into you. “Ahh, Sam…” you moaned, trying to move your hip, but she caught them in a tight grip.

“No.”

“But You Said-“

“I said I was going to provide some stress relief, not fuck you,” she cut off your whine with her words. “Now stay still while we relax in bed.”

Her tone left no room for argument so you hid your face in the crook of her neck. The two of you laid there for a bit, cuddling as you tried to forget the large toy stretching you out.

After a bit, Sam shifted slightly. You whimpered at the movement inside you, but assumed that Sam was just stretching. However, she was actually grabbing a small remote.

This little remote was what made it the both of your guy’s toy. With a flick of the button, the toy began vibrating inside you, making you jump as much as you could from your position of laying on your side.

“Don’t move,” Sam warned as she went back to rubbing circles on your hips. Anytime you started to jerk or tried to fuck yourself she would tighten her grip so you would stay completely still.

“Sam…please,” you begged, hiding your face in her neck as your breath was labored. You were close, so close, but you didn’t know if you’d be allowed to cum.

“Please what, princess?”

“Need to cum,” you whispered as tears started to leak from your eyes. Your legs were shaking, and a thick coat of sweat covered your body.

“Go ahead princess, you’ve been so good for me.” Sam praised as you let yourself cum. Your muscles locked up as you moaned her name loudly, nails digging into her shoulders as you clung to her.

“There You go…” Sam mumbled, leaving the vibrations on as you road out the high before turning it off. You panted against her, your body going limp while Sam kept the strap buried deep in you. “Feel relaxed, princess?”

You nodded, giving her a tired smile. “Very.”

Sam placed little kisses along your face and neck, rubbing your soar muscles. “You know,” she started against your neck. “I bet I could make you more relaxed.”

You frowned slightly at her words before the toy came to life inside you again, making you yelp. Before you could even think about moving Sam’s arms wrapped securely around you, keeping you flush against her. “Just lay here and look pretty baby, and I’ll make you feel so good. And later, you can repay me by letting me ride that pretty face.”

#scream #scream 2022 #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x female reader #sam carpenter smut #scream x reader #scream smut #sam carpenter x reader #kinktober 2023 #kinktober #kinktober day 1

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happyheidi · 2 years

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cus you deserve some farm animals with flowers <3

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crazyk-imagine · 2 months

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Obsession lies Beneath

Pairing: Dark!Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!reader

Characters: Dark!Benedict Bridgerton, Fem!reader, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Daphne Bridgerton, Eloise Bridgerton

Warnings: Slight dark fic content, obsession, possessiveness, manipulation, Benedict gas lighting reader, special tea use, Benedict getting high, reader is innocent, reader not your average dark fic reader, near the end of season 2, reader can be oblivious

Word Count: 2,016

Requested by: @flowercrowns-goodvibes probably something along the lines of him being obsessed with reader and wanting her to marry him, and basically trapping her with no other choice because he knows she’s the only one for him. maybe through arranged or forced marriage or kidnapping

A/N: This is my first dark fic so if it's kind of off or not a normal dark fic, yk why

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After taking the drug infused tea, he got addicted and couldn't do anything else to calm himself other than create terrible art and then came you.

He had no idea what to do then, it felt like there was nothing he could do but then there you were, and he was hooked (in more ways than one).

It was the latest season for young, eligible ladies to do their best at finding a man to call husband and, from his dear sister, he hears you have no one to call your own.

Although it may be troubling for your family, it does leave room for happiness within him, in his hazy mind.

There’s no one eligible enough to marry you, not when he plans on having you for himself (even if you don’t know it yet).

He closes his eyes, imagining you in more ways than one should. No one knows about this, the way he thinks of you.

How could they? They’d think he was insane and lock him up or banish him into his room with nothing to entertain him with.

Either way, a life without being able to see you is not a way he could live- survive even.

The first time he started thinking of you in a mature way, was an accident but once was enough for him to become addicted, a habit he can't break.

His brother couldn't have known what would become of him when he first offered the tea to him, it's not his fault.

Benedict doesn't remember how he got it since his brother was traveling but, as he sips his tea once more and it flows through his veins, he doesn't care.

His mind slows down the more he drinks and the more he drinks, the more he creates. He sets the cup down, staring at the page and sighs. He groans loudly to himself, "why isn't it, right?"

You follow Eloise, who happily drags you along with her.

After her minor falling out with Penelope, she didn't explain much about what happened nor did you ask, feeling it wasn’t your place to do so. She needed a friend and found- or re-found you.

You knew the family when you were little but moved away because your father had gotten a business proposal to work out of town and now that your family is settled and has gained a profitable fortune, you decided to come back to the one place you felt... at home.

Daphne, Eloise, and Anthony were the ones you spoke to the most during your youth, not speaking to the others as much and felt you could build a bond with them but didn't want to make them uncomfortable.

Benedict though, he noticed you; he always did. It became a habit over time, another thing he couldn't break, a nasty habit he knows some would say.

She enters with ease, not minding the noises coming from her brother, who disagrees with the sound of someone entering.

With the tea fully sated in his stomach, he stares at you for a little too long; not that you noticed.

You almost never do, not that he minded, it fills his obsession, and he enjoys the fact that you're a little too oblivious to his antics. You wander around the room and his skin feels like it's on fire.

Have you gotten more beautiful since the last time he saw you (two days ago).

You stand beside him and the scent of your perfume wafts through his nose, he closes his eyes, memorizing the scent to memory.

His eyes open, pupils dilating but no one notices as he offers a small smile. "Has something caught your eye?"

You turn your head to face him, a shy smile tugging at the corner of your lips. "Sorry, I was curious about this one. You seem so," you pause and work on finding the right word. "Focused. I've always wanted to see an artist at work."

Could this be the sign he's been waiting for since you two grew into young adults? "Have you? Perhaps-"

"You've helped me enough, we're leaving now," Eloise pulls you alongside her. "We'll see you at dinner."

His chest heaves after he rolls his neck and turns to his left, reaching for his cup. This seems to be the only thing keeping him sated as he waits to see you again at dinner.

He enters and his eyes are on you, the seat beside you is open, giving him the opportunity to take it before anyone else can. His hands shake as he reaches for the utensils, freezing when your pinkies accidentally bump into one another.

He feels hot the longer he sits beside you. He makes small conversations when you initiate it but there's only so much, he can do without making him sound like a complete idiot.

God knows what would happen if he was to make a fool of himself in front of you, the person of his dreams.

His mind wanders and he's lost in thought with... you are laying on the couch beneath his window, showing just enough skin to make him lose his cool. He'd lean closer towards you and lean in, listening to every little noise that comes from you.

He would stare into your eyes until he's close enough to gather the courage and kiss your perfect lips. He wouldn't be able to bring himself to close his eyes at first, longing to see every twitch of your eyes, even though they're closed.

He'd study you every moment he could (and does). He owlishly blinks, finding you looking at him, a questioning look on your face. "I'm- I'm sorry?"

"Are you feeling alright?"

Oh, your caring nature, how his heart beats faster when it's directed at him. You're too kind to someone having such crude thoughts as he; fitting really.

He messes with the napkin in his lap. "I- I- I'm fine, believe me I am more than fine," he mutters the last part under his breath, not wanting you or anyone to overhear him share his thoughts.

He ponders the drawing, trying to figure out what's missing but can't and rips the page out of his sketchbook before crumpling it and tossing it across the room.

The ball of paper lands at your feet, you don't know what to do. "Is everything alright?" You ask.

His body tenses. "Are you spending the night?"

"Unexpectedly, the carriage broke, and repairs won't be able to start until tomorrow when there's more lighting." He nods, glancing down to find the cut on his hand from when- he discreetly wipes his hand before you can see it.

"Are you working on something else?" You step closer, inspecting it with intense interest, one Benedict could barely wrap his head around.

"Aren't I always?" He jokes.

You chuckle at the joke because it's true, lately he hasn't been able to focus, nor has he been able to continue with one project. "Are you drawing a model?" You tilt your head, trying to figure out the position you're seeing. "Is that- you draw nude models?"

He nods, "I do, it's one of the important ways an artist can capture the human body on paper." In his haze, he sees the way your eyes trail back to the page even as flustered as you are, you're human and seeing something like this, his art; it exhilarates him. "Would you want to be my model?"

Your head snaps over to him. "Me?" You stutter, "I don't- I don't think that'd be such a good idea. I'm not- I'm not the model type."

"Nonsense," he shakes his head. "You are the perfect model."

"I don't think this is an appropriate topic we should be discussing, Mr. Bridgerton-"

He grabs your wrist, preventing you from leaving. "It's a harmless conversation between adults, is it not?"

He takes in your figure, then your dress, and your hair; all of it, reminding him of a little lamb (one who's wandered into the wrong den). A little lamb away from its family, all alone and waiting for its hunter to snatch it up.

"I suppose but-"

"I mean, it's not as if you'd actually be willing to model for me. It's just a conversation about art." Said the lion to guide the prey into his trap, he thought to himself.

"That- that's true."

Are you truly thinking about offering to accept and be his model? Even when you know if someone were to find out, your reputation would be ruined?

"I want to do it."

"Do you?" A sly smile tugs at the corner of his lips. And the lion caught the lamb. "Why don't we start now?"

You hesitate, fiddling with the sides of your dress. "I don't know. I don't think now is the-"

"If we do it now, no one will know. Everyone in the house is asleep and if they aren't, they know better than to disturb me when I'm working."

"I," you gulp before nodding. "Okay."

Maybe he's right, now would be a more idle time to practice.

"Okay?"

You give him a reassuring look.

He turns, the chesire cat like smile never fading even as he adjusts you to the position, he knows will come out perfectly.

You're nervous, letting him see you this way, so exposed, your heart beats at a mile a minute. You don't know whether to let him continue or leave while your morals are (barely) intact.

He glances up; the charcoal dancing across the paper brings you out of your thoughts. "Can I move? My arm is hurting."

"Not yet."

"But-"

"I said, not yet!" He elevates his voice.

You gulp, not saying anything further, deciding it's best not to aggravate him further.

After a while and 2 candles later, a satisfied sigh escapes him.

Your shoulders feel lighter, knowing that he's happy with his latest creation.

"You," he starts off.

You open your eyes, turning your head to face him, seeing his proud expression.

"You are my best model, I- you are my new muse."

You start pushing yourself up.

The smile falls from his face, "what are you doing?"

You furrow your brows in confusion, "I'm getting up because we're done," you say even though it sounds more like a question the longer you stare at him and take it his expression.

"We have more to do," he sets his sketch book onto the table beside him. "You are the inspiration I have been looking for. You are the reason I will thrive in school, even if my brother paid for my seat."

He kneels beside you, "we will be well-known because of your beauty," he brushes a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "And my skills." He switches between looking into one eye and then the other. "But I can see tonight was a lot, you're tired and should get some sleep."

You don't say another word as you sit up, holding the blanket close to you.

He helps you with your corset, making you feel as though you did something wrong.

You shouldn't have done this.

He wraps his arms around your waist. "Get some rest, we'll get a head start tomorrow."

"I- I don't-"

"Don't tell me no, please. I can't do this without you," he spins you around to face him. "I wouldn’t survive without your help. You are the reason I can create again. Please don't leave me alone."

How can you say no when he stares at you like that?

You can't tell him no and then come to the house and pretend as if you didn't do this, pretend as if everything is okay.

"What if someone found out about you modeling for me tonight? What would happen to your family?"

You furrow your brows, suddenly your thoughts spiral back to the beginning of tonight and it's something you shouldn't have agreed to but it's too late to back out; you're too involved and he's the only one who can save you.

You no longer feel at home.

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wren-of-the-woods · 11 months

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Curse Fic Recs

I absolutely love Witcher fics where a character gets cursed so I thought I'd share some of my favorites! All of them are Geraskier except for a few Lambden ones at the end.

If anyone has other fics to reccommend, please feel free to give them a shoutout – I’d love to read them!

Cursed Jaskier

A Friend in the Wild by @samstree (Rated T, 1k)

In which Geralt acquires a tiny mouse friend who wouldn't stop following him.

If There's Any Sleep At Night by @smolalienbee (Rated T, 22k)

A mare, also known as a mara or a zmora - a malicious entity, a bringer of nightmares and a demon of the night. An easy enough contract to fulfill, if only frustrating, or at least that’s what Geralt believes when he first sets out to hunt down one such mare. What he doesn’t expect is to be wrapped up in a tale of a wronged soul, of love and of joy.

My Name is Hidden On Your Tongue by @anarchycox (Rated T, 10k)

Jaskier is cursed. Well his whole family line is. Every male born child cannot be named. They can be given a name, but it will never be a true one and people will always have an allergic reaction to saying this false name. Only a soulmate speaking your true name aloud will break the curse. The family though has never cared, they've only cared about the family fortune and marrying well. But Jaskier cares. He is determined to travel the world, find his soulmate and learn what his name is. And the best way to travel the world seems to be with a rather taciturn witcher named Geralt of Rivia. If he started to hope that Geralt would be the one to say his true name, well that was one thing that Jaskier would not say aloud.

The Cursed Jewels of Lettenhove by GoldenDaydreams (Rated T, 8k)

Geralt has no intention of getting involved with breaking a curse and naturally ends up very involved.

Silver and Copper by @heronfem (Rated M, 56k)

Jaskier is kept from becoming a bard. Geralt finds him anyway.

Priceless by @handwrittenhello (Rated M, 38k)

Jaskier was cursed as a child; when spilled, his blood turns to rubies and his tears turn to diamonds. When his secret is discovered, Geralt must save him from those who would take advantage of it. Together they work to break the curse, but the cost might end up being too steep.

Set My Wings on Fire by bilboakenshield27 (Not Rated, 4k)

Jaskier gets turned into a bird and has to warn Geralt about an ambush.

Sleep of the Dead by @dancedelion (Rated T, 20k)

Jaskier thinks he hit rock bottom when Geralt flushed twenty years of friendship down the drain, but then he finds himself suddenly translucent and rudely walked through by a traveller. Apparently he's dead - that's certainly a new low. He needs to find out what happened, and who better to help him than the man who's made more than clear he wants nothing to do with him.

The Sandpiper by @welcomemysentence (Rated T, 2k)

When Jaskier gets cursed into an actual sandpiper, the little coast bird, the only way to save him is with true love's kiss.

What's Engraved Upon My Heart (In Letters Deeply Worn) by @made-of-constellations-blog (Rated T, 6k)

Jaskier gets cursed to be a lark with a strange failsafe to turn him back. Geralt misses this, and realizes too late that he's not ready to lose his bard.

to be held by @wanderlust-t (Rated T, 1k)

The knife dropped on the ground. And Geralt’s thoughts reached to a halt for a moment. He had no rope. Not anything to keep Jaskier still. To hold him back. Oh. That was going to be a really long night.

Catskier by @al-in-my-head (Rated T, 17k)

Due to an unfortunate encounter with a mage while him and Geralt are apart, Jaskier is transformed into a cat. It just so happens that Geralt likes talking to animals.

Cursed Geralt

A Marvelous Night for a Moondance by @flowercrown-bard (Rated T, 1k)

There was a warning every child living near Oakwood Valley knew. "Don't go out at night, or you'll disturb the Moonlit Dancer." No one truly knew who the Moonlit Dancer was, but everyone agreed on two things: The Dancer must be dangerous. And he must be oh so lonely.

animal instinct by leodesic (Rated M, 13k)

Despite Jaskier's hard work, there are still plenty of people who hate witchers. They think they're monstrous, inhuman, only held back from violence by a thin veneer of control. One mage has a plan to spread his views by capturing a witcher and bewitching them to remove their control. When the Butcher of Blaviken walks into his hideout, he's convinced he's found the perfect candidate - and a convenient way to get rid of the pesky bard that's been singing his praises. Jaskier is forced to agree witchers are not human, but that doesn't mean they're dangerous. In fact, he's astounded by how many of Geralt's uncontrolled impulses involve touching.

Connecting dots by @dapandapod (Rated G, 3k)

Geralt is hit with a lying curse, and it takes Jaskier an embarrassing amount of time to figure it out. Now, it Jaskier only would stick to the safe questions....

Don't Go Stealing My Heart by @thesilverqueenlady (Rated T, 17k)

When Jaskier is stiffed by a lord on payment, he decides to help himself to proper compensation. Alongside the correct amount of gold and silver, he also steals a beautiful silver wolf's head medallion. It's safe to say that he is not expecting the medallion to be haunted by the spirit of a very grumpy, very handsome, very cursed Witcher.

Cuddles, Curses, and Confusion by me :D (Rated T, 3k)

Geralt becomes oddly affectionate after being cursed by a mage. Jaskier would just like his life to be less complicated, please.

Spectre's Soul also by me :D (Rated T, 31k)

When Jaskier tried to go on a date with a man named Rience, he did not expect to nearly be killed. He certainly did not expect to discover a beautiful valley while running away from him. He very definitely did not expect to find out that the valley was haunted — by an absurdly beautiful man. Or: In which Geralt is cursed to be a ghost and Jaskier is the first person in decades to talk to him.

Cursed Aiden

Headache at First Sight by YorkAndDelta (Rated T, 12k)

A story of how Lambert ends up looking after a cursed cat, helping a Witcher from a rival school retrieve his gear from angry mages, and maybe finds love along the way.

Cursed Lambert

the mortifying ordeal of being known as a cat by @skaldingrayne Rated M, 10k

Lambert is cursed to be a cat. Fortunately, he finds Jaskier.

You can find my other reclists here!

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rzyraffek · 11 months

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Heya :3

Could you do something where the Sinclair Brothers, Brahms, Billy Lenz give flowers to their s/o? (She/her pronouns use, please!)

Thank you! Have a good day/night

Aww cute idea🥰 i did similar before, with s/o giving them flowercrowns so i recomend checking it out!!

She/her, sfw, Request Open

Slashers giving flowers to their s/o

Bo Sinclair

Will give her little buquet of red roses and say something corny like "sure those flowes are pretty but you are way prettier"

Expects smooches and complements after giving her flowers

He had to drive to another city to get them cuz theres no flowershops in Ambrose

Lester Sinclair

Dude probably was doing his job, driving and dumping some animal carcas when he saw pretty meadow full of flowers, and he got as muc has posible and put them in truck (the truck was clean dont worry)

He gonna cary this huge pile of flowers to her and be like "i know its not much but their reminded me of you🥺"

Corny asf

The flowers look and smell wonderful

Vincent Sinclair

Bros will give her one singular flower

Tbh he seems like person who enjoyd gardening so it might be possible that he grew this little flower himself!

Bonus points if he gave her alive flower in pot! Yall can name it, take care of it, anything really

Billy Lenz

He either stole them from some girl he was stalking or he just found it growing in somones garden and just casually took it

Wont even clean his hands, just take flower from ground and run to home "billy has gift! Pretty gift"

When s/o gives him smooches and kind words he gonna bring more flowers next time! Loves when she puts those flowers in vase on table so they can stay alive more time👽 loves the compasion

Live laugh love billy lenz

Brahms Heelshire

100% allergic to pollen

This dude will die faster than go outside

But if s/o really likes flowers he will agree to have one room that she can put pots and other gardening stuff there?? But only becasue he doesnt want her to get out of home! He rather be sneezing than worring about her disapearing

Likes how flowers look and loves to dry them!

Dry flowers dont produce pollen so he is okay with them

Micheal Myers

...

Our guy will come home at 4am, covered in blood, wake her up, ignore her questioning him about anything, and just give her lil flower he found in middle of nowhere. Thats all you can go back to sleep now

Will expect her to thank him and be all like "omg thanky babi that's so nice of you"🙄

Robbed flowershop once

#slasher x reader #slasher headcanons #billy lenz #billy lenz x reader #brahms heelsire #brahms x reader #micheal myers #micheal myers x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent x reader #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair x reader #bo sinclair #house of wax #black christmas #the boy 2016

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wayfayrr · 2 months

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I offer the idea of soft times with sage

Braiding hair, just cuddling with each other and overall spending time with one another.

- 🍄

(It’s been a bit lmao, college kicked me in the shins)

sorry it's been a while since you sent this, I relate with uni being a bitch though :')

I'm gonna use this ask though to put it out that I'm no longer going to be writing for Sage, however I won't stop writing totk link altogether - instead I've been creating a link that's more inline for how I see his character and for how I'm comfortable to write <3 I've been calling him Tears so far and I have to thank a lot of my mutuals for chipping in ideas with a special mention to @glowyskull for coming up with some of the best headcanons I think I've ever heard (the last three are courtesy of them) <333 @h4wari, @mushroomwoods, @sketchyspook here's the boy you were waiting for!!! (thank you all for your help too <333)

and without any more hesitation here he is!!

✦ he got the nickname tears for a reason, anything and everything will set this boy off. he's a true crybaby and will certainly use it to try and win your attention from the others. It's not always cause he's sad though, sometimes things can just get overwhelming

✦ his memory can be a bit spotty, unlike wild he rushed through his previous quest, not that he's all that fussed about missing those memories - making new positive ones are more important to him

✦ like his counterpart, he's got a couple of different nicknames, tears is the most prominent however architect does tend to show itself fairly often. messing around to see what different kinds of contraptions he can make is one of his favourite pastimes, one he'll happily share if given the chance.

✦ wild and him have been assumed many times to be identical twins, seeing as his stint in the shrine of ressurection put a halt to most of his aging processes. not that he doesn't bring up his actual age every now and then for a little shock factor

✦ thankfully they're easy to tell apart, seeing as tears discovered how to dye his hair and paint his nails quickly into his second quest, leading to his hair forever being stained with a multitude of different colours while his nails change colour nearly every other day

✦ his cheeky side is still very much there though, ready to make the dumbest puns you've ever heard and to not stop till you're laughing no matter how hard you cringe at them when he starts.

✦ one of the most affectionate links, willing to do basically anything you ask him to and even things you didn't. give him the smallest hint you like a certain food? what do you mean it's a little suspicious he suddenly has all of its ingredients for it - he simply wanted to try it himself, can you tell him if it tastes right?

✦ He hates to see anyone crying, especially his significant other, nine times out of ten it’ll end up with him crying at your side but he’s always there at your side to cheer you up. If you can’t bring yourself to speak about whatever is upsetting you though? Luckily for him a simple kiss of your tears is enough to show him the memory that hurt you. Thankfully it also goes for the happier ones.

✦ Your smile and praise is something he simply lives for, headpats being his favourite way to receive it, leave him alone with belongings for too long though and when you come back he’s standing next to them with a blinding smile having fused a lot of them to each other or to something he thinks would be useful for you to have. Granted the journal flame thrower combination might not have been his brightest moment.

✦ the same desire can come out in other ways though, such as giving you different nicknames with his personal favourite calling you his sundelion. Sometimes he really shows how much he likes that nickname by making you flowercrowns as surprises. Granted every now and then he takes it a little too far, telling you you’re all he needs to heal from the gloom instead of taking any real treatment.

Tending the fire is probably one of the easiest and most calming tasks I could’ve been given today, it’s nice to have something to zone out with after a whole day on the road. Not that I can complain about it though, we didn’t run into any monsters or other threats and travelling was calm. Who’s trying to get my attention by tapping me on the back though?

“[name]? Mind if I come sit with you for a bit, I'd like to get to know you better if that's alright.”

“Yeah of course Tears, If we’re going to be traveling together for a while it makes a lot of sense too.”

This man is a sweetheart I can tell, just from saying yes to him he’s already got the most coy smile on his face; it’s like his face is practically glowing from it when he sits. Shuffling closer to my side almost like he’s asking if it’s alright for him be be this close, with the way the firelight is illuminating him is making me question if the warmth on my face is really from the fire or not now. Just distract yourself with something before you get any redder.

“Oh? You’ve got something in your hair, one second-”

The moment I plucked the stick out of his hair he froze up, his cheeks flushing before relaxing.

“Are - are you good? Sorry I should’ve asked first.”

“No, no, no it’s alright I just… didn’t expect it?”

“Yeah I know, next time I’l-”

“Actually would you um mind playing with my hair? I ah never really get the chance to relax like this.”

Well isn’t that simply adorable, I would be heartless to say no to such a request. Besides, I know wild has some of the softest hair possible so the chance to play with it? No way am I going to miss that if all that visible dye hasn’t fried it to bits.

“If that’s what you want then I won’t say no.”

“Really?”Is he - no he can’t be, or maybe… is he so starved of affection that he’d tear up over something this small, the more I think about it, it does make sense. Playing with his hair is so relaxing I almost missed the fact that he was starting to tear up more, all I can hope for is that they’re not from him being upset.

#Hi shroom!!!!#It's good to see you <333 #thought I'd take the chance to do this here sfgvfdsbg #moss✦writes #link x reader #linked universe #linked universe x reader #totk x reader #totk link x reader #Tears #should I be confident and make him his own lu tag?#heck why not fgvfdgvb #Lu Tears

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