#Darkwood x reader

[parkjayist]

ESSENCE OF ROMANCE: PROLOGUE

sum park jongseong is in denial, but the truth is undeniable: he's hit a dead end. how can he maintain his title as a world renowned chemist if he can't even advance his own research? meanwhile, you, an aspiring chemist, have faced constant belittlement from your male colleagues as you pursue your own groundbreaking research in isolation. when jongseong finds you conducting experiments in HIS own lab, he's enraged. he's enveloped in fury when he realizes that you two are trying to research the same topic. yet, buried beneath his rage lies a deep sense of desperation, and he's willing to do anything to finally finish his research he's been putting off for so many years. perhaps you're the missing piece in his research (and life).

pairing chemist!park jongseong x female chemist!reader

genre written series, slowburn, angst, fluff, " enemies " to lovers, coworkers au, 1960s au, smarty pants x smarty pants

warnings misogyny, swearing

an okayy here's the (short) prologue! i decided to write it separately from chapter 1 because i want to build the personality for yn first. expect the first chapter soon! here's a PLAYLIST you can listen to while reading! notes would be greatly appreciated ^^

wc 870 (0.8k) SERIES MASTERLIST

abiogenesis – the basis of life. you were always fascinated by the concept of life from the moment your teacher talked about it in your highschool chemistry class. how could one element hold such power, such significance in the grand scheme of existence? how are we, mere compositions of atoms and strands of DNA, capable of achieving feats that transcend the limits of our imagination?

in the bustling chemistry lab of darkwood laboratories, you find yourself cast in the role of a humble lab assistant. you’re definitely not satisfied with your title, but it’s the best you can get for now. once you publish your research, no one will ever look down on you again, and you’re determined to embarrass every man who has ever doubted you with the newfound research you hope to conduct. 

but for now, your days are spent in a whirlwind of activity, as you juggle the demands of fetching coffee, replenishing supplies, and assisting the male chemists in their experiments. their commands are curt, their expectations high, and their acknowledgement of your presence fleeting. you often find yourself biting your tongue as you witness the male chemists make mistakes in their experiments. when you try to point out their errors, they brush you off with a dismissive wave, their voices dripping with condescension. 

miss (___), let me remind you that you’re just a lab technician, they sneer. let the real chemists handle the hard stuff. they would laugh, pouting at you condescendingly. 

with a tight smile and a resigned nod, you comply, masking the frustration that simmers beneath the surface. it's a routine you've grown accustomed to – the sidelining of your aspirations in favor of catering to the needs of your male colleagues.

every day, as the sun begins its descent beyond the horizon, casting long shadows across the laboratory benches, the energy of the lab shifts. as your coworkers leave one by one, you finally have the opportunity to pursue your true calling: researching abiogenesis, the very essence of life's origins. tonight, however, as you begin to immerse yourself in your research, a nagging realization dawns upon you – you're running dangerously low on essential materials. 

“shit,” you groaned in frustration.

you hated when you were interrupted in your work. whether it was someone else, yourself or nature, it was one of your worst pet peeves. every interruption felt like a disruption of the delicate balance you had worked so hard to maintain. whether it was the incessant chatter of your colleagues, the nagging doubts that crept into your own mind, or the unexpected intrusion of nature's stupid whims, each interruption grated on your nerves like sandpaper against skin. there was a rhythm to your work, a flow that you slipped into effortlessly as you delved deeper into your research. every moment lost to distraction felt like a step backward, a missed opportunity to uncover the secrets of life that lay just beyond your grasp. and yet, despite your best efforts to shut out the noise and focus on your work, interruptions seemed to come at the most inopportune moments. the clatter of footsteps in the hallway, the incessant ringing of the telephone, the sudden flicker of the broken lights – each disturbance pulled you away from your work, leaving you frustrated and irritable. 

navigating the dark corridors of the lab, you can’t help but feel a sense of uneasiness. as if something was going to pop out and chase you. however you shove these feelings at the back of your head, and you find yourself at an unlocked lab. the faded name of the door reads “J. Park” with a sign below it stating in bold red, “DO NOT COME IN.” 

well, he was the one who left it open, you thought. plus, you were only going to in there for a minute ... just to get the materials you needed. 

with cautious steps, you enter the dimly lit space. jongseong's lab is, simply put, a chaos of clutter and disarray. test tubes and beakers litter the countertops, their contents long forgotten or left to evaporate into a sticky residue. papers and notebooks are strewn haphazardly across the desks, their pages crumpled and stained with mysterious substances. the air is thick with the scent of chemicals, mingling with the faint aroma of stale coffee. empty coffee cups and half-eaten sandwiches dot the landscape, and random pieces of clothing are placed randomly around the lab. 

you brush some crumbs off the table. “what a careless scientist,” you murmur to yourself. “he can’t even follow basic science procedures … i wonder how much money he paid to get his own lab.”

while trying to find the materials you needed, you suddenly felt yourself drawn to the chalkboard at the back of the lab. although the drawing was messy, you could make out the equations and drawings that you assumed the owner of this lab did. just as you were about to piece together what it was about, a voice shatters the silence, sharp and unexpected. you turn around at the sudden intrusion and you find a man standing at the door – his expression mixed with irritation and confusion.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing in my lab?” 

next.

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[princesssmars]

a night in the castle

a vampire jessica and oscar x reader

wc: 6.010 (?>?????/)

working as a tired maid in your town, you have a horrible night and end up at the mysterious castle on the hill. the two owners give you a dinner unlike any other.

contains : fic set in the nineteenth century but its barely written that way. reader is a maid is shunned by the village which includes some misogynistic remarks. polyamory with vampires aka the dream. said vampires do in fact drink blood. threesome with said vampires. oral sex (m>f, f>f), unprotected penetrative sex. reader isnt all there (rightfully so) and the vampires love it.

a/n : yall know i had to do it. this took me forever sorry i cant write smut. enjoy.

living as a maid in your town, you weren't afforded many pleasures in your day to day life. you slept in a shabby room with a creaky and stained bed, spent a large portion of your day cleaning after people who treated you like the dirt you scrubbed, just to go to the bar to drink with the few friends you had until you felt numb.

it was pitiful but it was your life. but one of the major luxuries you weren't afforded was rage.

and as you walk up the muddy path on the hill on the edge of town, your legs burning and your skin shivering, that burning hatred was all you felt.

you had spent an uncountable amount of hours cleaning after one prominent family, the morgan's. you'd spent the most amount of time cleaning their home, and they were fairly kind to you, even if it was mostly their son who spoke to you.

but that didn't do you any favors when the young morgan was accused of having an affair and placed the blame on you to protect his mistress, which led to you being publicly shamed and thrown out of the home, mrs. morgan calling you a harlot who would never find a home to work at in town again.

your mind is running so fast you don't even notice you've picked up your pace, your feet making wet thuds as you head to who knows where. at this point you can be bothered to care, even when a stray branch knicks your ankle.

it feels like an eternity until you finally reach a destination, your body nearly running straight into a large set of dark doors. you look up in surprise to see where you are, your eyes widening when you process where you are: darkwood manor.

you always heard stories as a child about the manor up on the hill on the edge of town, the massive estate looming over where you lived like a constant reminder of the past. your grandmother would tell you tales of it before bed, prattling about the monsters who lived inside who would take away young girls who didn't behave.

eventually your grandfather would come in and assure you your grandmother was teasing, and that the manor was just inhabited by the two reclusive owners and their staff. you'd had more nightmares about it than you cared to admit.

but standing outside of the manor, you don't even feel a smidge of fear. you're too tired mentally and psychically to care about what the owners might do to you for trespassing.

you aren't afforded too much time to dwell in your exhaustion before one of the doors creaks open, soft yellow light pouring out before being blocked by a small frame coming into your view.

"hello, are you alright, dear?" a small voice asks you as your eyes finally adjust to the light to see the person in front of you. its a woman, much older than you judging by the many grey streaks in her hair. she's wearing a simple maids uniform and is staring at you with kind eyes and a smile. the sight of it nearly makes you crumple to the floor, your hurt legs giving out on you as she tries to hold you up.

"its ok, dearie, you're ok now," she soothed, her body nearly wrapping entirely around yours. "how about we go get you cleaned up, hm?"

you nod, rising with her as she wraps one of her arms around you to lead you inside the manor. you barely register the interior of the grand home, your eyes bleary with tears and rain. you can make up the large staircase that swirls upwards into the next floor, and how the walls are dark and filled with intricate designs and paintings.

eventually the elder woman leads you to sit down at a stool in what seems like a wide kitchen, some younger workers scurrying off when she gives them a muffled order. but the mental toll of the days events are starting to settle into your body, your eyes drooping and head tilting to the side.

"now now, don't fall asleep on me now, hun. how about i help freshen you up and you tell me what happened to lead to you coming all the way up here in this weather?" she asks gently, patting you on the shoulder at your tired nod.

and so, as the woman who tells you her name is agnes and that she is the head maid for the lord and lady of the manor softly cleans your face and arms with a damp rag, you slowly start to explain what happened in town for you to end up at the estate at such a late hour. as you repeat everything that happened it hits harder that your life, no matter how much you disliked it, would never be the same after tonight.

right before you start bawling you look up at agnes to see her staring at you so kindly it nearly makes you break. she reminds you of your mother before she sadly passed from an illness when you were young. the maternal way she acts helps to soothe you, even if its just enough to not cry at this moment.

"there, all better. now you look like a proper young lady." agnes smiles at you, tilting your head from side to side to check if she missed any smudges. "well, its safe to assume you can't go back down the hill. you stay right here and give me one second, alright?"

you nod again to assure here you'll stay where you are before she smiles and leaves through another pair of doors on the outside of the kitchen. after she leaves you take in your surroundings, noticing just how big the kitchen really is for just two people, though you suppose its normal for such a large home.

feeling better now that you're clean, you figure agnes wont be upset if you explore the kitchen a bit, getting up and admiring the kitchen. the walls are composed of a patterned brown wallpaper, with the floor being a brown wood and counters made of a darker brown wood. you trail your hand across the top of one of them, noticing how smooth and clean they are. the kitchen is impeccably clean, actually, even thought supper time was merely a few hours ago and there is'nt a pot or pan in sight.

just as the thought crosses your mind, the sound of the door opening causes you to whip around, holding your hands behind your back guiltily. you expect to see agnes but instead see someone that nearly makes you pass out in nervousness.

instead of agnes a woman stands in the doorway, her fancy clothing telling you she is the lady of the manor. she's wearing a a gown, the black and red fabric standing out against her pale skin and red hair. her eyes stay on you while you observe her, the pale blue staring into your own. when she entered her face looked furious before she saw you. your hands start to fidget under her gaze.

"oh, dear, why are you up and about? i told you to stay sitting so you would'nt tire yourself out anymore!" agnes worries, moving from behind the lady and rushing over you to guide you back to the stool.

she turns toward the lady. "i'm sorry, ma'am. she's just a little bit out of it because of what happened."

"that's quite alright, i cant imagine what it must be like to have gone through all that she's been through." the woman says, her voice low and almost haunting. she steps closer, bringing her fingers to grip your chin and tilt your head to look at her.

"my name is jessica, the lady of the manor. i reside here with my husband, oscar. i'm sure you might have heard of us?"

"y..yes i have. just stories as a child." you whisper.

she smiles, almost like she knows exactly what you speak of. "i'm aware of the tales. but i can assure you that no one in this house is a monster." you briefly catch the faint smile on her face and the look she shares with agnes.

"but i can assure you that in this home you will be cared for. agnes will arrange a room for you and some fresh clothes for you to change in to."

before you can even object agnes walks out of the room and jessica takes your arm in hers to lead you to another part of the house. seeming to sense your curiosity, she encourages you to ask questions about the house and its architecture, answering any question you ask no matter how silly it sounds in your head.

she leads you up the staircase to the second level, taking you down a long hallway before stopping before a slight open door, opening it and gesturing for you to head inside.

following her direction, you slowly walk in to the room to see a bedroom straight out of your dreams. its big but not too large to feel overwhelming, having a four poster canopy bed, some dressers, a nook near the window presumably for reading, and a quaint sitting area near a fireplace.

"i hope its to your liking. we can have you moved to another room if you'd like-"

"no!" you nearly shout, slightly embarrassed at how you cut her off. she does'nt seem to mind though, simply looking at you in a way you cant interpret.

"its amazing, thank you. i swear soon i will hopefully be back on my feet and out of your way."

"nonsense, don't rush yourself, precious," she assures, stepping forward to rest her hands on your shoulders, continuing that unbroken eye contact from before, "you are welcome to stay in our home as long as you'd like. we rarely get guests from the town these days, so its nice to see a new face. especially one as lovely as yours."

the shock of her words makes your heart take a beat so suddenly you're scared she will be able to hear it. you feel bashful, not used to getting many compliments about your attractiveness. you cant help but want her to compliment you more, feeling like you'd give anything for her to call you beautiful.

"alright, there's something on the bed you to change into. another maid will be waiting outside if you need help getting dressed. she'll lead you to the dining room when you're done." she explains.

you're eyebrows knit in confusion, her face amused at your confusion. "you'll be having a meal with me and my husband. its only right you meet him and get some food into your system. trust me, he'll adore you so don't be worried."

you don't voice how that makes you worry more, instead telling her "thank you again for everything." before she leaves the room and you're left by yourself yet again.

the weight of what's happening finally settles in and you feel euphoric, struggling to quiet yourself as you jump on the bed and cheer for yourself. from a maid rejected by town to a guest at a local manor in the span of an hour. this is crazier than your wildest dreams.

composing yourself, you stand up and move to the dress that's been left for you on the end of the bed. picking it up doesn't help quell your excitement, the clothing being prettier than anything you've ever worn or even been able to afford. better yet its beautiful, being a white color with hints of f/c.

when changing you do have to invite your helper, catherine, inside to help you do up the back of your corset and the rest of your undergarments before finally helping you into your dress. your initial shyness fades as you begin to speak to each other, the both of you being around the same age and seeming to have the same interests. most of your friends looked away when you were thrown from the morgans, so it's nice to have a new one here in this strange place.

once you've finished getting dressed catherine leads you back down the hallway and stairs, through a new wider set of hallways before you eventually arrive at the dining room.

it's massive, to say the least, and the ceiling is covered in a gorgeous mural that trickles down the walls to keep the room regal yet creative. there’s a large table in the middle of the room, enough fancy chairs to seat at least 20 people.

“and you must be y/n,” a voice booms, pulling your attention from admiring the room to the person now speaking to you. he walks over to you faster than you can comprehend, seeming to cross the room in a manor of seconds. you don't have time to dwell on it before he clasps your hands in yours, shaking then up and down in a peculiar handshake. “my name is oscar, welcome to our home. i hope my wife and our staff have show you enough kindness to persuade you to stay.”

the lord is greeting you so nicely but you feel bad for barely paying attention to his words to take in his looks. you can see why he and his wife are married, to say the least, as he is incredibly handsome. he has slightly curled dark brown hair with eyes to match. he's wearing a suit just as extravagant as his wife's, mostly black with red and white accents. the coloring stands out greatly against his tanned skin and better unifies him and his wife as one. he lets out a little laugh as he notices your staring.

"um, yes. they've been nothing but kind to me," you manage to stutter out, slightly embarrassed at how you let yourself be so rude. "thank you so much for allowing me to stay in your home. i'm sure you've heard of my predicament, so i'm more than willing to pay off your kindness with service."

"y/n, you're our guest. we want you to enjoy your stay here. don't worry about any of that now." jessica projects from her seat at the table, watching your entire exchange. she gestures to the chair across from her for you to sit, oscar quickly guiding you to the end of the table to take your seat which he politely pulls out for you and pushes back in.

as soon as the lord sits in his seat, a few servants exit the kitchen to start laying out the meal. before you can even blink a full plate of food including some of the best-prepared meat you've ever seen, a fresh steaming bun of bread, and a good heap of vegetables is laid in front of you. you notice how the lord and lady aren't laid meals, instead, both of them are poured a dark red wine into their glasses.

"aren't you both going to eat?" you ask, trying to be as polite as possible.

they share a look and softly laugh to each other, in on a joke you cant understand.

"don't worry about us darling," jessica comforts, raising her glass to her lips and taking a languid sip before licking the leftover liquid off of her upper lip, "we'll be just fine like this. don't be shy and enjoy the meal."

and so, you dig in. the food is phenomenal, your eyes nearly rolling in to the back of your head much to your hosts amusement. after giving your compliments to the chef, they start up a shared conversation. they ask numerous questions about your life, what you loved and enjoyed doing, and more. it made you just a tad uncomfortable to be the center of attention, but a part of you deep inside craves more of it.

"i cant believe that woman would do something so cruel to a pretty little thing like you." oscar says, his face pinched in anger as he takes a long swig of his wine.

"precisely what i was thinking darling. y/n seems far too sweet to do such a thing. we are deeply sorry that happened to you, dear." jessica agrees, rubbing her hand up her husbands arm while looking at you.

"well its not completely..i-i guess she had a little reason to worry," you stutter out, your shoulders hunching as the two of them stare at you in signal for you to keep talking. "someone had blabbed about something that happened a while ago with a friend of mine. me and her son had started to get close so i guess she presumed that i would...try to do something with him."

"hm. it looks like you were wrong, my love," oscar hums to his wife, "she's not as innocent as you thought."

jessica chuckles, brining her glass back up to her wine stained lips. you notice how dark and thick the wine looks and cant help but want a taste. "i'm alright with being wrong this once. you know how i love a surprise."

"if you don't mind telling us, y/n," oscar calls you back into the conversation, " what ever happened with your friend for the townspeople to assume you would do something wrong to the morgan's son?"

the dining room goes silent when you don't answer, only the faint sounds of the workers in the kitchen being heard throughout. you contemplate how to explain to your hosts that about a few weeks prior you admitted to your close friend that because you'd been so busy with working these past few years you'd yet to lay with, let alone kiss, anybody else. after laughing and assuming that you were joking, they'd reassured you that it was ok and even offered to be your first kiss as a friendly gesture.

things escalated and before you knew it you had gotten yourself into a heated makeout session with your closest friend. you swore each other to secrecy but you assumed they had told one of your other more gossipy friends who spread it through the grapevine.

“you do not have to tell us if you do not wish to, dear,” jessica comforts, “the last thing we would want to do is make you uncomfortable.”

“thank you, but i don't mind. i trust you.” your eyes strain as the words leave your mouth. you’ve only known these two for a few hours at this point but there is something about them that calms you. t makes you feel safe with them. “i kissed one of my friends a few weeks ago because i never had kissed anyone at that point. i thought they wouldn't tell anyone but…word got around.”

“im sorry that happened to you, y/n. something like that should be sacred. the act of giving yourself to another person should be special, especially for someone as sweet as you.” the redhead moves her hand ross the table to clasp it with yours, wearing a soft look on her face.

“exactly. if that were us we definitely wouldn't betray your trust in such a way.”

“oscar please, you sound so vulgar.” jessica chastises him, the man giving her a rogue grin that sets off a spark in your lower stomach. “anyway its getting late, do you think you'd like to head to bed, y/n?”

your mouth opens to reply but nothing comes out. your thoughts are conflicting, a tug of war between your head and…something else. something darker.

“what did you mean when you wouldn't treat me in that way?”

the couple share a look as oscar tries to hold back his smile from broadening.

“would you like us to show you?”

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when you were a teenager, your grandparents had given you the much-dreaded talk about marriage. how unless you would get a job they would have to marry you off to one of the wealthier men in town. your grandmother didn't see any reason to be avoidant of the conversation and decided to inform you about what most men wanted from women, and what would happen to you on your wedding night. she seemed to have avoided the worst of it with her husband since they were very much in love, but she had heard stories from other women whose husbands weren't so understanding.

fortunately for you, your new partners were nothing of the sort.

after your inquiry and frankly embarrassingly enthusiastic consent to what they wanted to show you, the lord and lady had gently guided you up to their bedroom before softly undressing you while praising you and your body.

“do you know how beautiful you are, my love?” jessica runs her slender hands up your arms, the woman standing in front of you as her husband undoes your stays behind you.

“i wouldn't mind hearing it some more.” you smile, letting out a squeak when you feel oscar’s hands squeeze your sides.

“how lucky are we, my love, we’ve got a gorgeous maiden with spunk all to ourselves.” oscar smiles.

“look’s like someone’s heard our prayers,” jessica whispers into your neck, the feel of her lips on your skin driving your mind hazy and your eyes to shut in bliss.

oscar finishes undoing your clothes and brushes the shoulders of your dress off of you to the ground, your hands instinctually coming up to cover your chest before the man holds them to your sides.

“don’t be shy, you're gorgeous,” he tells you, pressing a kiss to the other side of your neck and your cheek. at your nod, he continues his hold on your arms as he sits on the bottom of the bed, sitting you in his lap before wrapping his arms around you.

jessica sits at his side, her body turned so she can still hold and touch you. her hands move up and down your shoulder, as she presses a featherlight kiss to it. when she pulls away you take her wrist in your hand and bring up her hand so its in front of your face. she watches you as you admire her, the smooth lines and wrinkles of her hands and bring it to your lips for a kiss.

“such a sweetheart. we really did get lucky, my dear.” she says to her husband.

“and she tastes even sweeter.” oscar agrees, biting your neck and chuckling at your small yelp. “i say we indulge in her, frankly im sick of waiting.”

jessica places a kiss on the corner of your mouth. “i love it when we think alike, darling.”

before you know it you're lying down on the soft covers of the bed with jessica resting near your head oscar settling between your legs. it’s slow but intense, the way they kiss and suck and bite every bit of your skin until your skin and your brains are on fire. its made worse but so much better when the man drags his tongue up from your entrance up to your clit before giving it a long suck.

“oh my god-” your moan is cut off by jessica’s kiss, her tongue quickly entering your mouth and dispelling any thoughts in your head. the burning feeling at the pit of your stomach grows hotter when her hand trails from your cheek down to your neck before resting on your left breast, circling the nipple before giving it a rough squeeze that makes you let out a squeal.

“you’re so sensitive, my dear,” oscar mumbles into your cunt, using his hands to spread the lips of your pussy and stick his tongue straight into your hole and groaning at the moan it pulls from your throat. before this evening you rarely had thoughts of hurting another person, but its happening again when he pulls away from between your legs and your arms jerks to pull him by the hair back down.

you're given only a few seconds of recuperation before the two of them switch spots at record speed, oscar giving you a heated kiss while jessica throws your thighs over her shoulders and starts to eat you out just as ravenously as her husband did.

its only a few more minutes of pleasure before the look in jessicas eyes from between your legs and the sting of oscar’s teeth as he bites and sucks your neck before you feel yourself come to a release.

“thats it, oh that's perfect, baby,” oscar’s voice rings in your ear, the gentle comforting in your ear making your climax all the more powerful. you don't even notice your hand is trembling until he grasps it with his own.

the lady comes up from the apex of your thighs and brushes the red hair out of her face. when her eyes meet your own she smiles, and you clench your thighs together at the sight.

she giggles and squishes the fat of your thigh with her hand, moving forward to give her husband a quick kiss to his cheek, “i believe our dear is still a little pent up, my love. i think it’s time we seal the deal.”

the way they talk about you while barely acknowledging you causes your core to clench harder than you’d like to admit, a whine coming for your throat that brings their attention back to you.

“dont worry, sweet girl. our fun isn’t over yet.” the lord runs his hands down your chest and torso as he and his wife swap places yet again, his body hovering over yours. he smirks as he sees your eyes go blank with the feeling of his cock pressed against your stomach. “just give us the word and we’ll stop for the night.”

“no!” you shout, laughing at your own outburst. “i don't want to stop. i want you. please.”

oscar smiles down at you and gives you a kiss so sweet it starts to make your mouth and heart ache. he pulls away and uses his large hands to push your thighs apart to rest between them. able to tell that you’re getting in your head, jessica moves one of her legs to the other side of you, the sight of her bare in front of your face making your heartbeat skip.

“while he’s making love to you i'm going to show you how to pleasure me, is that all right?”

you nod your head so quickly you fear you’ll sprain something.

she smiles at you before moving some hairs from in your face gently cupping your face as she moves to rest her cunt over your mouth, her soft command of “lick” drawing you to stick out your tongue out to lick a long line from her entrance to her clit, and the sound of her moan ignites a fire in you that just wants her to feel as good as she made you feel. you bring your hands to wrap around her thighs and push her further into your mouth and the noise she lets out is nothing short of primal.

your main focus is on bringing the lady to orgasm until you feel something soft and large rub up and down your entrance, the feeling of it rubbing against your clit making you hum into jessica’s mound.

“take a deep breath.” oscar’s voice comes from behind jessica’s body, and she pulls her body away despite your pawing at her thighs to watch your face as oscar’s cock enters you, the sight of your eyes widening and mouth opening ina forced moan making her wetness grow.

they take a few minutes to allow you to adjust to the new feeling, waiting for your nod before oscar starts to thrust at a steady pace as jessica sits back down on your face to muffle your moans. you go back to grasping her thighs with your arms and wrap your legs around oscar’s waist to pull him in closer, the feeling of him inside you driving you up the wall.

all the while the pair are praising you, whispering it over the sounds of skin slapping and moans.

“that's it, carino, lift those hips up. show me how much you want it.”

“you’re tasting me so well, my sweet. just a little harder-oh yes, just like that.”

“gods above you’re gripping me like a vice. better than i’ve been dreaming of-”

you don't get to ask what he means before you feel the same pressure from earlier building up in your lower stomach, but it feels different. you’re squealing and squirming as it builds before you hear jessica let out a drawn-out moan as she squeezes her legs around your head, the taste of her arousal flooding your mouth. she’s panting and her skin is shiny with sweat and you swear you've never seen a person more beautiful.

she moves her body to lay on her side next to you, moving her hands down o rud quick circles on your clit as oscar speeds up his thrusts, lifting your hips to rest your bottom on his thighs to fuck inside you at a deeper angle. you cant even be embarrassed by the loud moans you're letting out before you're reaching your climax. the lovers moaning at the sight and feel of your cunt squirting onto oscar’s lap and chest.

the next few minutes are a blur, the physical toll of the night and the sex finally seeping in and making you drowsy. you feel a soft damp rag wiping down your body, each stroke being followed with a feather-light kiss and whispers. about how long they've waited for this, for you, and how they promise to never let anything hurt you again.

its the best sleep youve had in months.

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when you wake up you stretch your arms and take a minute to just relax. its been years since you've woken up and had nothing to immediately do. its nice. you could get used to it.

getting up you see some nice clothes laid out for you, including a note left on the bedstand once you finished getting dressed.

dear y/n,

when you awaken, please come downstairs. we'd like to discuss some things with you.

j & o

the neutral tone of the note forms a cold feeling in your chest. from what youve seen you dont think the couple are the type to take down on their luck virgins, take their innocence and then kick them out. but after yesterday's events you cnt risk putting all of your trust into someone.

after you finish getting ready, you head downstairs, your mind instantly leading you to the large living area downtairs that you pass on your way to the dining room. the floors in the hallways are hard and the sound of your footsteps alerts your hosts to your presence.

"ah, you're finally awake! come, sit with us. we've got some tea and muffins here if you're feeling hungry." oscar welcomes you, motioning to a spot on one of the plush red couches and the treats on the table surrounded by them. jessica is sat lounging on one of the couches, a thick book in her hand.

you give a strained smile, walking over to sit on the couch before pouring yourself some tea and chewing on one of the muffins. they watch you while you eat, the gazes going back to feeling almost haunting compared to the heated way they made you feel last night.

"as you already know, we have some things we'd like to discuss with you, my dear." jessica scoots closer to your seat, setting her book down on the table and giving you her full attention. she must be able to see the fright on your face because she immediately gets up and sits next to you, wrapping one of her arms around your shoulders to cuddle you. "trust me, it's nothing bad."

"at least nothing bad for you," oscar snickers, dodging his wife's light slap to his leg.

"all we ask is that you hear us all the way through, alright?" jessica asks and cuddles you closer when you nod.

you understand her request when they explain what's been happening to you. apparently, they had been visiting the town in secret for a few months now, and after seeing you in a bar on their first trip they'd gone back frequently to watch you.

the way they explain it makes it seem like they're practically enamored and your heart is starting to hurt with how fastly it's beating.

but they know and give you a moment to relax and take it in, because they can tell when you're upset or overwhelmed. because they also tell you that they are vampires.

it takes everything in your power not to burst out laughing, but as they look at your face it all starts to make sense. the way they only apparently to drink a dark red wine, so thick that you wondered how it could be possible, how they were already enjoying their day in the middle of the night. the coldness of their skin.

"we understand it's a lot to take in. but we have one more thing to ask you." oscar questions while cozying up to the other side of your body.

you nod your head, figuring it couldn't become more shocking than what they've already told you. you're surprised at your calmness, thinking back on how you from a year ago would most likely be running for the hills now.

"we dont want you to just be a maid here. we want you to become one with us," jessica explains, the hopeful smile on her face near blinding, "vampire culture is a bit different than regular human culture so you can marry us if you'd like."

"but we would never rush you." the lord takes your hand in a gentle kiss.

"of course not. we just...we've never felt this way about anyone but each other. but your kindness and your character and your beauty...we couldn't help but to fall in love with you."

you can feel the start of tears forming in your eyes. despite a small rational part of your brain telling you its a trick, that they might just be doing this to reel you in and drink you dry, you believe them. you cant help to when they look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

"i...yes. i want to be with you." you sigh, letting out a string of giggles when they hug you from each side. it's suffocating and warm and it's the best hug you've ever had.

"gods, you're perfect. this is perfect, we'll tell the maids to prepare more on things to get you accommodated, we made you a few outfits just in case but you'll need more, not to mention more of your favorite foods and-"

you and jessica share a fond but teasing look at her husbands' rambling, the man quickly rushing out of the room as he calls for some of the maids to make preparations.

despite your happiness, you let out a strained sigh at the bubbling anger you felt from last night. everyone on the village called these two beautiful beings monsters in the night while they had treated you poorly based on a liars word of mouth. it fills you with a rage you don't know what to do with.

"what is it, y/n?" jessica inquires at your sudden change of mood. when you explain your anger she agrees, telling you how the worst part of looking at you from afar was seeing how people treated you like less than them.

"among our kind the art of killing humans is rather taboo these days. nothing like how it was when we were children."

"what if it was for a good reason?" you shock yourself with your question, and jessica too based on the look on her face.

she slowly starts to smile. "i think you're going to like it here with us."

#oscar isaac x reader #oscar isaac #jessica chastain x reader #jessica chastain #oscar isaac x jessica chastain x reader #smut #fluff #polyamory #vampires #vampire x reader #vampire couple #vampire sex #rpf #oscar isaac rpf #jessica chastain rpf

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Do you do yandere cult of the lamb? If so can we have a one shot of platonic yandere bishops (including Narinder, before the betrayal) x gn!bishop!reader? The reader can either be the oldest or the youngest but they're still old like the bishops

As the youngest of the Bishops, it became very clear that you weren't going to be taken all that seriously. Or at least that’s how you felt your brethren treated you at first.

Your crown, as it did for all its bearers, gifted you with unfathomable divine power--the power of Life, in your case. From that blossomed your own beautiful realm and a legion of followers who were eternally loyal to your cause. 

So you shouldn't need any "extra protection". Yet the Bishops always watched you like a couple of hawks, intruding into your temple often without reason. All the wile, you noticed each of their peculiar behaviors towards you specifically..and nobody else.

For instance, one evening Leshy had the gall to interrupt one of your sermons....just to ask if you knew how to perform a Sacrifice of the Flesh ritual.

For Great One's sake! He thought you didn’t know the most basic of rituals in all the lands?! 

You felt outright insulted and scorned your elder brother for assuming such things, shooing him away from your temple.

The next morning, you visited your devotion statue and saw a bouquet of camelia flowers laid down in front of it--freshly picked from Darkwood’s finest gardens. Not only that, but there was also a stack of gifts for your followers.

It was an odd yet sweet gesture from Leshy. So you accepted his apology, believing that maybe you’ve been too harsh on him.

Then one day you received news that one of your most devoted followers was kidnapped in the middle of the night--by Kallamar’s own followers.

You knew him a coward, but to do something like this was appalling. The lowest of lows. So you stormed his temple in anger, demanding for their release.

Yet...the squid seemed happy to see you, smiling as he welcomed you despite the fact he clearly pissed you off. But it turns out that he only wanted to talk to you about exchanging doctrines, but didn’t know how else to approach you.

So he ordered his cultists to kidnap your follower to lure you into Anchordeep. And he’s elated to see that it worked! You came for him!

As an apology for angering you, he made those same cultists become violently ill and blessed your follower with good health for the rest of their life. You just scowled at him and quickly left for home with them in tow, insisting that he didn’t use them like that ever again.

Then Heket, the typically arrogant frog bishop, was actually quite sweet to you. Alhough you’d much rather see her true hardiness than this fake persona she puts on specifically in your presence, you don’t complain.

When she overheard your followers were struggling with growing food this season, she took pity and blessed your entire realm with bountiful yields. Every farm plot grew twice as fast.

She hasn't said a word about it, and while you felt like it insinuated that you weren't capable of solving your own food crises..you were grateful for her rare generosity.

Shamura, ever the wiser, suggested a fighting ritual between two of your treasured followers--both of whom desire the title of Witness. Their constant bickering only created rifts in your cult, disrupted sermons, and generally upset you whenever you tried speaking to either of them.

You firmly taught resolution in conversations, negotiations, and forgiveness..no way could you see blood spilt on your temple grounds!

But despite your protests, Shamura had foreseen more disarray within your cult. This was a problem that you could likely ignore, but they couldn’t for some reason. And so they took possession over those two followers one night, filling them with the spirit of warriors, and had them duel to the death for your approval.

It left you horrified, but you did bless the winner with that title, appeasing the eldest of the Bishops.

Narinder was the last in the pattern. Despite being judge, jury, and executioner of all souls who eventually meet him...he actually asked you to decide where the dearly-departed from your cult deserved to be.

He claims it would be “unfair” if he didn’t have your honest opinion. But you objected his request.

Isn’t it his job to make that choice so you and the other Bishops didn’t have to? He was Death, you weren’t, and for him to be influenced by your judgement would surely upset the balance of nature. Of the duties of Bishops.

Why should he put that burden on you? You’ve dealt with the “life” aspect of these souls..so it should be his turn, right?

It didn’t make sense.

None of the Bishops’ actions made sense, you soon realized.

Feeling lost, you sought guidance from Haro. He was quite the enigmatic bird, yet he had a unique connection with your family--ever elusive while simultaneously all-knowing.

You asked him about the behaviors of the others. Why did they act so strange and obsessive over you? To the point of infatuation or committing heinous acts upon your followers or theirs? Was this all just for a minute of your attention?

He revealed to you that a prophecy called for a young Bishop who was fated to keep the balance of Life in the lands. But apparently many “false gods” claimed to be you, and were among the thousands slaughtered until only one remained:

You. The one true god of Life.

Knowing you were finally found, they were swift to take you under their wing, wanting to shelter you from the same mistakes they made growing up. And they did all they could to keep you happy..keep you reliant on them so you didn’t get hurt.

It seems a prophecy indeed drove them mad. 

And as Haro flew away into the night sky, you gained a better understanding of the Bishops you called family.

But it also left you uneasy, realizing they could use this against you.

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl bishops #bishops of the old faith #bishop reader #yandere #platonic

[cult-of-romance]

if requests are open, could I get some lamb x reader angst? something like S/o is sent on a missionary and goes missing, and while on a crusade a few days later, Lamb finds them(prolly not too far from death) as their about to be sacrificed? I'll leave the ending up to you :]

Have a wonderful day/night!

(hope you enjoy anon!)

Lamb had gotten worried when (Y/N) didn’t come from what was supposed to be an easy mission that would take a day, but it had been three since they saw (Y/N). Deciding to go on a crusade to clear their mind, Lamb gathered some supplies and gold. Deciding on going through Darkwood again as it wasn’t overly intense, they began killing Leshy’s old followers. 

After a while, the Cult leader made it to a room used for sacrifices and saw a sight that made them see red and their blood boil. Their beloved (Y/N) tied up, bleeding from a cut on their head and barely able to move. Lamb made quick work of the cultists and rushed to free their partner. Once (Y/N) was free, they quickly looked for any serious wounds, finding a slash across their side. Picking up the (F/A), Lamb quickly ran back to the cult and began to tend to their side.

Later, (Y/N) woke up and felt someone holding their hand. Looking down, they saw lamb asleep in a chair with their head on the bed while holding their hand. Gently nudging Lamb until they woke up, (Y/N) was met with a sniffle and their partner whimpering in their sleep.

“Lamb. Lamb come on, wake up…” Lamb lifted their head and sighed in relief upon seeing (Y/N) awake and alert, sitting on the bed instead of the chair and gently pulling (Y/N) into their arms.

“You scared me… I was worried you weren’t going to wake up. Leshy’s followers did a number on you, but they can’t hurt you anymore… no more missions for a while though… I can’t lose you…” (Y/N) snuggled into their wool and sighed, nodding in agreement. They were home and safe in Lamb’s arms.

#the vessel (lamb) #Devout follower (anon) #cotl x reader #Lamb x reader #cult of the lamb x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

Sunglasses - Neron 'Creeper' Vargas x Reader

A companion piece to A Perfect Moment

Tagging: @anime-weeb-4-life @est1887 @mysoulisasunflower @drabbles-mc @alexxavicry @im-just-a-mississippi-girl

You still have his sunglasses; Neron realises that the next day when he’s preparing for a run up to Stockton. It’s a fourteen hour round trip and it’s a fucking bright outside, so bright it fucking stings his eyes when he steps outside of his house. The light sensitivity is one of the things that comes with recovery, the long-term cocaine usage has damaged his eyes, not enough for it to cause any real problems, just enough to give him a fucking migraine if he doesn’t shield them.

He thinks it may be too early to drop by the tattoo parlour but he swings by anyway just in case. The door sign says closed but he can tell you’re in, he can hear the music through the door when he raps his knuckles on the glass underneath the gold cursive writing.

The song is something by Lindsey Stirling, he wouldn’t expect anything less. You have that vibe. He’s thinking about the cover she did of Radioactive. The hair, the eye makeup, the energy. Your implement of choice a pencil instead of a violin.

You open the door with a smile that makes his heart rate increase, he swears it gets wider when you see it’s him. He can’t help but break into a grin because your sunniness is infectious. He doesn’t think you realise that you have this ability to put people at ease, it must serve you well with your clients.

The bell above the door jingles as he closes it behind him. It’s the first time he’s been in your shop and he finds himself drawn to the artwork on the walls, beautiful sweeping images with stunning flourishes, highlighted with colour. He thinks this is how you see the world, in shades of vibrancy. It’s a contrast with the sleek darkwood furniture. He runs his hand over the top of a sideboard, admiring the staining of the wood. It’s old, an antique he suspects, possibly an heirloom. He can almost feel the history thrumming through the piece.

You’re in the middle of setting up for your first client but you pause to watch him. There’s something about Neron, his mannerisms, his interest in the world around him, it makes him a joy to be around. He seems grounded, connected to the space around him, living each and every single moment. You admire a person like that, someone who knows exactly who he is and exists purely in the present.

“I’ve got some time if you want to get in the chair.” You tease him, jerking your head towards the seat.

He looks at it almost regretfully. There’s an intimacy when you tattoo someone’s skin, a connection that’s forged, it’s fleeting, a matter of hours but it’s there. The act itself, of committing a piece of someone’s soul onto their flesh is spiritual in a way. People tell you their darkest secrets in the chair, their woes, their happiness. It’s a confessional for those who don’t feel welcome in church.

“I wish, I could.”

He means it you can tell. He’s already a stunning collection of artwork, you know every tattoo has a story, it shows an aspect of your history and personality. You want to ask him about his, you want to trace over each and every piece and learn everything there is to know about Neron Vargas.

“Next time maybe.” You tell him before picking up his sunglasses from the counter you’d set them on. You’d worn them in this morning, a reminder of the man you had met yesterday, the one that made you lose track of the time, that made you laugh, that seemed to get exactly where you were coming from when you explained how you worked. “I’m guessing you came by for these.”

He looks at the sunglasses in your outstretched hand. He doesn’t want to take them; he wants them to be a gift but the truth is he needs them. They’re tailored for his particular type of problem, a similar one to what he thinks you’ve had too.

“My eyes.” He explains gesturing to his face. “I get light sensitive sometimes. It’s an aftereffect…”

He trails off before he can say the words. He’s upfront and honest about his addiction issues but he knows how people perceive it, he’s not a safe bet in the long term, at least that’s how his girlfriends have seen it in the past.

“…of substance abuse.” You finish for him, and he nods, averting his gaze to the ornate panelling of the reception desk. He doesn’t want to see the disappointment in your eyes, the pity, he knows he’s fucked this up with you.

“Seven years.” You say into the air between you. “I’ve been sober seven years.”

He tilts his head towards you, meeting your gaze. He doesn’t know what he expects to see because you’ve surprised him. You seem like you have your shit together, he assumed you always had.

“Alcohol.” You tell him. “I used to get so fucked up…”

You don’t finish the sentence and he gets it. It’s a bad place to go back to and he doesn’t want you to feel like you have to tell him anything. You don’t owe him anything for his disclosure.

“Cocaine.” He says, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck. “I’d have a drink, and then a line… Now I don’t do either.”

“Shit, well I guess the both of us are the boring ones at a party.” You say and he laughs because fuck if that isn’t true. He prefers to sit and play cards these days.

“I’d love to stick around.” He tells you earnestly, his sunglasses clasped in his hand. “Shoot the shit some more…”

“But you have stuff to do. I get it.”

And you do, you have a client turning up in thirty minutes and you still need to print off the design onto transfer paper. As much as you would love to prolong this conversation, you need to get moving too. You pluck one of your cards from the top of the reception desk and scribble something on the back before handing it to him.

“My private number.” You tell him. “In case you wanna shoot the shit again.”

He looks down at it and smiles, his thumb tracing over the numbers like they’re braille.

“I’m away in Stockton for a couple of days.” He tells you, tucking the card into the pocket of his kutte. “But I’d really like to see you again when I get back.”

“Send me a text or call me.” You say. “We’ll work something out.”

“Ok.” He says, his cheeks colouring just a little as he toys with his sunglasses.

It’s fucking adorable.

You watch through the window as he leaves, his thighs straddle that bike before he pulls out his phone and then your card, thumb sweeping over the touch screen.

Your cell chimes from behind you, you pick it up as you hear the roar of an engine outside before it fades off into the distance.

My number :) N x

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[teabreakpancakes]

omg, can I request Wu Chang x Gn reader?? I need some angst in my life :') Reader stopped writing in their diary as hunter and disappearing Wu didn't notice until a couple days later . Xie and Fan started asking everyone where they went/what happened to them. The rest is up to you whether you think The Manor owner starts to feel bad and idk return them from the dead LOL or they just gone

Fleeting Light Wu Chang x GN Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Bi'an nears their usual meeting spot, a bright smile on his face as he passes the hedge concealing a small space in the garden. His eyebrows furrow and his grip on the umbrella tightens when he doesn't see them.

"That's odd.. we usually meet here at around this hour and yet they aren't here yet" he mumbled under his breath. He shakes his head, fixing his faltering smile before looking down at the umbrella. "They're probably just late, we should wait for them" he said, talking to Fan.

Fan furrows his eyebrows, pacing around anxiously from within the umbrella, a sense of foreboding falling over him. "Let's check their diary, perhaps it'll mention something about where they are, it's not like they were in their room or in any other areas of the manor" he spoke, a small wry smile painting his face, thinking about how they could possibly be pulling their usual tricks on them.

With long strides, Bi'an makes his way to your room, bypassing Michiko who peered at him with worried eyes. Entering your room, he scans the area, immediately going for your journal the moment his eyes landed on it.

They both swore they heard a thud, their unbeating hearts dropping. There have been no entries for four days. It was an unspoken rule that every resident, no matter if you were a hunter or survivor, had to write in their journal; no more pages? a new one would appear, threw it out? it would return—no one had the right to stop writing in that cursed book, for if you did, you would be given a harsh warning that seemed more like a horrid punishment you'd receive from someone who knew all your fears.

If you hadn't written a single thing in your journal, and if you haven't been used as an example to those who dared to go against the owner's wishes, then that could only mean one thing—you were either gone forever or, you went missing in one of the original maps.

Was it when you were put in the Darkwoods? but... the survivors didn't have any matches there, they hadn't for months.

Without any words, Bi'an rushed out, teleporting to the waiting room. He looked through all of the rooms, searching for miss Nightingale. Fan could only grit his teeth in frustration, Where the hell were you? ran through his head, desperate for any sort of clue.

Bi'an's violet eyes meet miss Nightingales' void ones. He rushes towards the robot, "Where is hunter (Name)?" he asks, tone laced with a profound amount of urgency that shocked her. Never in her time has she heard Bi'an of all people sounding so urgent.

"I do not know" she replies, a tinge of regret evident in her tone. She could see violet eyes trembling with an emotion she couldn't decipher. "They have not been present in the manor for four days" she adds, slowly exiting the room. Before she's fully out of the door, she hears a low yet uncharacteristically solemn "Thank you" from Bi'an, and she swears that she can feel the despair rolling off from those very words.

Days pass, weeks pass, has it perhaps been months? neither of the guards knew anymore; with each match, with each and every one of their movements, they could feel themselves slipping from their usual selves.

They no longer cared much about climbing the ranks as hunters, only ever going hard in matches if they felt that the pain and the emptiness was too insufferable. While they used to at least take a few bites of food, they no longer did so, not without you pestering them to try the new dishes.

The other residents of the manor knew just how much you meant to the hunters, you were their lifeline, the reason they smiled, they reason they were so outgoing on occasion. Without you, they were void of the very thing they needed to live.

Both men felt frustrated with themselves, once more, you've slipped through their fingertips. They missed you, your sweet smiles, your childish banter, your presence—YOUR EVERYTHING.

There was not a day where they wouldn't search for you, daring to venture into all of the areas in search of you; no one could stop them from doing so, no one had the heart to, not when they were so persistent.

Every day, they woke up to the reality of you not being by their side—they felt that if this were to continue, they'd attempt to kill themselves once more, what worth is a living a life without you?

It's been 172 days since we've last saw you dear, just where are you? Bi'an wondered, brushing his fingers against the beautiful engagement ring on his ring finger.

He thinks back to the days where you three were still human, laughing with Wujiu about the memories of you nagging at them repeatedly. For the first time in a while, a smile graces both their faces, albeit being a bittersweet one.

Both men fall asleep together in bed, dreaming of you.

With a soft creak, their door swings open. A head peeks through, wispy (colour) locks disheveled. Slowly, the figure of their loved one approaches them on the bed.

Crystal tears are streaming from their eyes, wiping away the tears falling from Bi'an and Wujiu's faces. "I, I missed you guys so much" they whisper, their own tears falling on their faces.

Their eyes flutter open, wondering about whether or not they were dreaming. Before them, their darling knelt between them, crying into their bandaged hands.

Both men reach out to their "dream", taking away their hands from their face. They brush away their tears gently, as if having done so numerous times.

"I wish... you were actually here" Wujiu muttered, placing both of his hands in his lap with a sad sigh. Curious eyes stare at him, "I am though? the owner put me back?" attempting to wipe at their nose.

They receive dead stares from Bi'an and Wujiu and for a moment, it feels as if time has stopped. Both men snap out of it, pulling their lover into their arms.

"Where did you go?!" "Why did you leave us?!" they both shouted out, crying into your back as they sandwiched you between them.

Surely, you had a lot to explain.

i have learned what hurt/comfort is! ... i think?

@mirology , so like, is this that hurt/comfort thingy?

#lawless.writes #idv.writing #idv x reader #idv wu chang x reader #wu chang x reader #wu chang idv #idv xie bian #idv fan wujiu #gn reader

[4kayz]

Can you do a Forneus x Kitten!Reader oneshot where Forneus finds the reader all alone and Forneus adopts them?

^

REQUESTED BY: anonymous

CATEGORY: short oneshot

WARNINGS: n/a

SUMMARY: You are an abandoned kitten in the middle of Darkwood and Forneus finds you and takes you in with open paws.

PAIRING: platonic forneus/reader

SETTING: Darkwood

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Forneus crept through the forest in search of any new things she could add to her shop, getting tarot cards, coins, and a few blueprints. But just as the feline was about to head home, she encountered a suspicious looking shelter.

The shelter was in horrible shape, the roof caving in and planks ripped from the ceiling. The floor was barely even a floor. She carefully advanced into the ruined den.

The rooms were covered in moss, leaves, and random bundles of camellia, all sprouting from areas in the floor and rooftop. The sunlight casted down onto the center of the room, where a little blanket laid.

Forneus anxiously walked backwards, and eventually scurried over to check out what was bundled in the tattered fabric. She opened it with the tips of her claws. The feline's eyes widened in shock when two little ears popped up from the blanket. A head peered over to look at Forneus with a bright smile and a head tilt.

Forneus almost exploded with happiness as she ran her paws through your fur gently. "Hello, little one!" She spoke in a sweet, soothing, tone. Forneus scratched the place in between your ears and you closed your eyes and let out a happy purr. She wrapped her arms around you and tucked you into the blanket like a burrito and picked you up.

She walked back to her home with you in her arms. Who would leave a kitten all alone to rot?! Forneus thought with a scorn on her face. The feline promised that nothing like that would ever happen to you again and that she'll take care of you for now on.

After what happened to her twin sons, you made her feel complete again, and Forneus vows that you'll be safe and live a happy life from now on.

#forneus x reader #cult of the lamb x reader #platonic #aspen writes #spen’s asks

[altheneum-writings]

Anyhow all jokes aside..

May I have leshy x reader general, platonic, and romantic/spicy headcanons? thank you 🤓

Leshy Headcanons for this simp right here (caught 4k) /j

anyways here's your content!

GENERAL:

🌿Leshy is the Bishop of chaos, I nicknamed him after the tarot card "The Hierophant".

🌿 I named him after the card because back before Narinder's exile, he had more better morals and despite being chaotic, he was traditional to rules and standards to balance his cult out. he is chaotic, yes, but he lies in conformity for the satisfaction of his people

🌿 After Narinder was gone, his conformity and traditions all slowly went down to zero percent in his existence, he was rebellious and subversive towards his people and definitely took to new approaches when it came to fights or causing chaos all around

🌿 Darkwood just wasn't the same with those red camellias that Leshy loved so. it was a mess even! trees either broken or uprooted from the grounds on most areas.

🌿 Leshy learnt how to purr from Narinder, and he still does. despite his chaos and violence upon his people, his attendants know the good places that distract him perfectly. patting him on his head and chin.

🌿 Leshy is quite softspoken when actually speaking, he was playful and always asked his followers for advice of how to make his cult happy.

🌿 He definitely loved to snuggle up to Narinder and Shamura back in the good days, he won't admit it but out of everyone, he missed Narinder the most beside Shamura. he won't admit it though

🌿 Leshy in follower form loves to garden and help grow crops of food and mushrooms for everyone.

🌿 He wanted his crown to match with Narinder's, he admired him back then, he still admires him now after all these years.

PLATONIC:

🌿 Leshy will always, ALWAYS, listen to what his dearest friend has to say. whether it be how they feel, how their day went, or just rambling off of things. his friend's voice always comforts his thoughts away. even after Narinder is gone, he still loves to listen to his dearest friend

🌿 you can say he will sometimes tease his dear friend, whether it be about a crush/partner or it be about losing a game with him.

🌿 he likes going on daily walks with them, having long, deep, talks. his show of affection is communication and quality time after all

🌿 will dare say that his dear friend is sometimes better than his siblings on some occassions but it's cause when his friend does something he and his older siblings couldn't, he wants to show how amazed he is.

🌿 very protective friend, will defend you no matter what

🌿 his last words to his close friend were: "We'll see each other again, my dear friend. I promise we'll play again, alright? someday...one day."

🌿 he cares about his friend heavily but he knows the lamb will kill him soon, no mercy is to be given. so he tries to spend as much time with you as possible before it happens

ROMANTIC:

🌿 just know, he a protective ass boi

🌿 does not care if you can take care of yourself, he protective as fuck

🌿 if you were there for him when Narinder was exiled, he'd fucking cherish you dearly and NEVER accept the fact he's going to be killed by the lamb which results to leaving you all alone

🌿 but even he knows it's inevitable to go dormant in Narinder's realm, so he tries to spend as much time with you as possible, making sure to love you and doing all he can to keep you happy

🌿 cuddles 24/7, he loves them

🌿 whenever he's angry, your mere presence alone calms him down and changes his mood completely. from a feral, ravaged worm to a happy, love puppy right as you come in

🌿 will beg for you to give him scritches and head pats, he loves it when you give it to him for hours, bushy boi just wants physical affection

🌿 definitely causes pranks with you, of course not ones that causes to make dissenters but ones that scare off his people a little bit. you're his voice of reason

🌿 he's the feral, you're the voice of moral reason

SPICY:

🌿 one word: rough love making

🌿 you won't walk for an entire month when he's done with you

🌿 you also earned yourself a lot of bite/love marks (a few hickeys here and there too)

🌿 don't be surprised if he spoils you rotten after, he makes sure you're comfortable and not too hurt from the little event

🌿 you felt really good to him, he won't lie

🌿 but he'd always love to try and see if you're doing okay, asking permission everytime he wants to do something, it made you cry once and you had to stop because Leshy had to cuddle and comfort you

🌿 he loves the power dynamic and size difference with you two, it makes him have urges to want you even more

#Leshy #cotl leshy #cotl smut

[thebemoon]

Also wow, I adored Romilda Vane in The Darkwood Wand. Honestly, I adored a lot of side characters that I didn’t particularly care about - except Theo whew I understand his reasons but he irked me so even more so in The Gloriana Set. It was one of the few times I did not like him. Anyways, you’ve somehow cured me of my Draco/Hermione is endgame but there’s a little Draco and/or Hermione x other character sprinkled in a few chapters phobia. You’re so powerful. I love your Draco - definitely top 3

Thank you! I understand some readers' wariness of love triangles, since it's difficult to do well. I personally love the challenge, especially with a possessive Draco.

As for Theo, there's almost nothing about him in canon so I consider him practically an original character and I like making him a totally different person every time.

[whaleofatjme1920]

Kinktober Day 7: Staying Warm

Staying Warm - The Stranger X GN!AMAB!Reader

Warnings: it's... actually quite sweet? Biting, that's about it. Anal, y'know normal stuff.

AN: I've been WAITING to write about The Stranger. My original plan was to make these kinktober pieces longer but like, dude I'm so tired and chilly. This is all we have. ALSO I can't handle cold like I used to im so cold today. It's only 52 and im,,,, suffering.

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Once upon a time ago, he was just your comrade. A partner in trade only.

But now, here in the woods, he is your love. Someone that you look forward to seeing once the sun has risen and the cold world turns just a little warmer. It is a rare feeling, to be happy in the woods, but with him at your side, you feel the weight lighten to that of a feather.

You had fallen so in love with him, and him with you. Though, the Stranger expressed his love for you very practically, quietly, and subtly. Right now, his legs were curled around yours as his warm lips cut through the chill in the cabin the two of you had managed to shack up in. Autumn was in full swing in the woods, and even colder than before.

"Please," you whisper as you kiss at his neck. You're unable to focus on anything else but the way he makes you feel as he pushes his hips against you. His thick cock is spreading you open again while your own cock pressed against both of your tummies. You're leaking precum from how good he's making you feel.

His fingers dip downwards and wrap around your length before he pumps you in time with his thrusts. "You're so soft and warm," he whispers back as he kisses you. He smiles deep into the kiss, his facial hair scratching you slightly. Perhaps it is time for a shave after all.

"You're taking me so well," he murmurs as he kisses you again.He moans gently as his lips gingerly plant across your neck. His teeth just barely nick you, like he's trying his hardest not to draw blood despite him wanting to absolutely sink his teeth into your neck.

Your legs are spread wide, but you end up hooking them tightly around his waist as if to draw him even closer. You've stopped shivering due to the cold, now it's because of the pleasure he brings you. "Oh," you cry out in pleasure as he ruts his hips deep, deep inside of you.

His hips move at a slow, loving pace. He wants to love you tonight and make you feel every bit as good as you make him feel. In the woods, all you truly have is each other.

#minors dni #darkwood x reader #the stranger x reader #darkwood the stranger

[blzzrdstryr]

Generous offering

Yandere!Zhongli x gn!Fatui Harbinger!reader

Wordcount:1843

CW:Yandere themes

There are several simple things one should know before dealing with the archons - be respectful and polite, speak only when you’re allowed to and most importantly - never forget that archons aren’t humans.

The first two rules are instinctive - it’s natural for humans to simper and bow before the forces far greater than them, while the latter is not; on the contrary it’s counterintuitive and unexpected. People tend to project, tend to humanize - they see kindness when there’s none and make a huge mistake of assuming that archons see things the way they see it.

Tsaritsa, for example, lacks humanity, despite holding the title of Goddess of Love. The love that she holds for you is different from love mothers and fathers give to their children, or love that young sweethearts share at night, it’s cold and impersonal and undeniably cruel.

Tsaritsa says that she loves all of you and she loves Snezhnaya, yet she lashes out a harsh and gruelling punishments at every perceived failure and rules her land with an iron fist, one would think that the cryo archon is a liar and a hypocrite, who uses pretty, flowery words to hide the atrocities she commits, but this perspective is flawed. Tsaritsa loves all of you and she loves Snezhnaya, she’s just not human enough to properly express this.

That’s why it’s a bit jarring to see the ancient lord of these lands in his mortal form - he lacks the same otherworldly terror and grandiose that every of Tsaritsa’s move and word carry, yet he also possesses the air of wisdom and elegance so refined that rare person can reach it. It’s easy to assume that he’s human.

Rex Lapis, or “Zhongli” as he calls himself now invites you to the Liuli pavillion the second day after your arrival, for tea and local cuisine as he says, and who are you to decline a God?

Liuli staff hurries and dashes around, preparing their best room for you - Fatui are known for their seemingly endless finances, no wonder they’re in haste. “Please make yourself comfortable, dear guests”, the waiter curtsies and leads you to the dining room, which happens to be richly furnished and decorated with high-quality darkwood furniture and the hand painted wall panels further accentuating the luxury of the restaurant.

One of these panels illustrate different scenes from the Liyuen mythos - a battle of mighty and wise adepti against the horde of demons, Rex Lapis aiding his people in building the Harbour and the most spectacular one - a majestic dark brown dragon with golden fur and feathers descending to the devoted worshippers, who in turn present him with their offerings and gratitude.

He orders tea and meals for both of you, as you start to converse about the plan that he is determined to bring into life - the so-called test of Liyue, and the guarantee of you obtaining his gnosis.

“And what about your colleague?”, he sips a bit of his tea, intense amber eyes piercing right through you. He looks both human and non-human in this moment, both undeniably mortal softness and frailty seen in his figure and the barely concealed divinity, the sense of awe slowly seeping into air mixing in one person.

“And what about him? Tsaritsa and you have negotiated everything beforehand, I will make sure that he plays his part properly”, he hums at your answer, lowering his gaze deep in thought. You start on your own tea.

Ah, Childe, if only he knew why exactly he’s here - a distraction and a scapegoat. You even feel bad for him - it’s truly unfair to be lied to by your own Goddess. However, it’s also not a big surprise - Childe is the loudest out of all Harbingers in all senses. Infamous for his skills and battle obsession, his name is enough to have people both shivering in fear and cursing him.

“What do you think of your archon? Was serving her of any use to you?”Rex Lapis unexpectedly asks.

You lean back in your seat, thinking what to say.

“Tsaritsa is a gentle soul, she declared war only to protect us, her subjects and I am ready to aid her in whatever undertaking she starts”.

“Will you continue to serve Tsaritsa, if her action might put you in danger, make you suffer and bring unnecessary grief?”, he leans closer to you, his human features distorting enough to reveal the ancient dragon sleeping inside. His eyes shine a cold golden glow and accurate fingernails morph into sharp, dark claws.

“Yes”, you breathe out, mesmerized and terrified by the sudden change: “Her love knows no bounds, yet she always puts the needs of the nation before anyone else. If my suffering can help Snezhnaya, then I will accept it with open arms”, he moves back at your answer, all draconic traces gone in an instance, upper corner of his lips subtly rising - whatever you said must’ve pleased him immensely.

The conversation flows back into the territory of plans to be realized, yet the cold sensation of dread still clings to you, your gut feeling yelling at you to get up and run. You remain seated to the end of your meeting, politely conversing with the God that terrifies you.

***

Days slowly grow into weeks and Childe acts just as you have expected - the Eleventh Harbinger might be smart, yet even he wouldn’t be able to see what two of you are scheming. Still, you request Ekaterine, a spy you planted in Northland bank, to keep you updated on the Tartaglia’s actions - extra caution never hurts.

You continue to meet up with geo archon, as you two discuss your next actions. Tartaglia has started cooperating with that blonde foreigner Signora has warned you about, and while this union doesn’t pose any threat to your plans, it’s always good to have a plan B, just in case something happens.

Sometimes your conversation develops into a more unexpected direction, as you find the archaic lord more chatty and tending to ramble, than any of Liyuen historians would dare to picture him as. One on such occasion he talks with you about dragons - benevolent deities who protect and bless their people in an exchange of generous offerings.

His eyes devour you, as he retells you ancient folktales and you suppress your discomfort, preferring to attribute his honestly unnerving behaviour down to his lack of humanity - he was never human in the first place.

That’s why you also prohibit yourself from viewing him as anything but God - Rex Lapis in his “Zhongli” persona is genuinely attractive, he’s well-mannered and obviously handsome and far more knowledgeable than any mortal should be. If you didn’t know of his true nature you would have fallen for him by now - it’s hard not to.

Life, how strange that wouldn’t sound, goes as usual - you get Ekaterine’s report on what Childe’s up to and if it’s something unexpected you book a Liuli pavilion room and send an invitation to the funeral parlour consultant. You only need to wait until Childe gets desperate enough and decides to use the sigils of permission to unleash the well-awaited chaos.

This routine however is soon broken by the appearance of familiar ashy-white hair in the distance. She doesn’t wear her signature mask or dress, nor are there agents at both of her sides, yet you can still clearly recognize her. Signora leaves the Wangsheng building in haste, cape with the hood concealing most of her face and figure, except the long locks of hair, peeking from inside.

What is she doing here?

You thought that Tsaritsa sent two of her servants - Tartaglia and you, him to “test” Liyue, you to oversee the former’s actions and obtain gnosis, there’s no need to send her too.

Your mind races, as you search for a logical explanation of Signora’s presence as your memory supplies the piece of first conversation you had with “Zhongli” - could it be that Tsaritsa also sent you to play a role you have no idea of?

Cryo archon is a goddess of love and her love is cruel and unforgiving, she has sacrificed countless chess pieces before, so it wouldn’t be surprising if she did that again - you are nothing but a pawn after all, one of the tools she uses to exact her will and force her vision, all of the Harbingers are.

You want to believe that you can accept and resign to whatever hardship and fate your Goddess might subject you to. You can’t.

***

Adepti and Qixing converse at the pier of the seaport, as you hurry to the Northland Bank, a slight smile playing on your lips - Childe has finally done it - he summoned an ancient god to lure out Rex Lapis, ultimately proving that Liyue can stand without him.

There are sounds of heated argument heard when you open the building’s door and then you see it - Signora and Tartaglia exchanging barely concealed insults and “Zhongli” standing nearby.

“[Harbinger]? What are you doing here?”, the ginger shifts his gaze onto you, a rare emotion of hurt and disbelief flickering in his dead fish eyes. “Of course, Tsaritsa sent you too”, he smiles, angry and disappointed. “Seems that whole world wants to make a bad guy out of me”, he stomps out of the room, leaving you with Signora and “Zhongli”

“[Harbinger]”

“Signora'', you acknowledge each other, after she trails exiting Childe with her eyes.

“I am here to take the gnosis of Rex Lapis”, she says and you nod, accepting that your Goddess lied to you too: “Tsaritsa also asked me to give you this letter”, she extends her arm, a thick envelope with the familiar seal catching your attention.

With the trembling hands you snatch it out of her hold and almost rip the envelope - for what reason did Tsaritsa send you here?

She writes that you need to stay in Liyue for an undetermined period of time to upkeep “the agreement” made between her and Rex Lapis. You read her message silently, yet when your eyes trace over these words, the sensation of “ “Zhongli’s” eyes on you becomes ten times sharper and stifling. You don’t know what to do.

The other Harbinger leaves too, taking the gnosis with her, as “Zhongli” takes a couple of steps to you, touching your shoulder in a somewhat reassuring gesture. “[First]”, he starts, tone sympathetic and soothing. You don’t fall for it.

“You had your hand in it, didn't you?”, you hiss and accuse, throwing an angry glance at him, momentarily forgetting about the first two rules of dealing with archons.

He smiles, revealing two sharp fangs, his surprisingly scaly hands snaking around yours. “Yes”, Rex Lapis admits, and looks nothing like gentle and knowledgeable “Zhongli”. How could you forget? Archons aren’t humans, humanity is just a fancy dress they don to toy with mortals. He is the dragon, not the benevolent deity that is painted on the wall panels of Liuli pavillion, but a greedy and ancient creature, hungry for gifts and gratitude.

You are his generous offering.

#yandere genshin impact #Yandere genshin #Yandere Zhongli #Yandere Zhongli x reader #Yandere genshin impact x reader #Yandere genshin x reader #Male yandere #my writing #Yandere x reader #Male yandere x reader

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could I get kallamar x reader(who's a friend) where he learns reader is sick and blames himself but reader was just born sickly and tends to get sick super easy and it wasn't his fault?

“..and we give thanks to Darkwood for the camellia that grants us good health all year round. With petals red like fervor, this flora nourishes and strengthens us in our time of need. May our farms allow them to grow in abundance this winter season and...”

As everyone in the temple listened to Lamb’s daily sermon, Kallamar stood in the midst of the crowd, towards the back. Although he did his best to pay attention and keep his gaze strictly to the podium, every so often it would shift over to you in worry.

Much like everybody else, your arms were raised in admiration of your great leader, but your face told him a completely different story:

You seemed dazed and exhausted. Being the closest one to you, he could see how labored your breaths were. Shallow and uneven, yet you tried your hardest to keep them quiet.

Over all, you didn’t appear to be in good health whatsoever. And this made the ex-bishop gravely concerned that he had something to do with it.

Ever since he befriended you, he noticed you’ve been sick more often. Almost every other day, you were resting in the healing bay or in a shelter, unable to do much work around the cult besides leaving offerings or giving devotion at the shrines. 

Because of that, you missed quite a few sermons..though Lamb didn’t seem to mind it at all. Of course, they’ve taken in sick devotees before--ones much like yourself.

But while they’ve gotten better with time and only rarely fell ill from there on, it was a daily occurrence with you.

It was..like you were cursed.

‘Were you?’ Kallamar wondered--a question that kept him up at night, yet he was too afraid to ask you about.

It couldn’t be a coincidence that when he arrived to the cult..you started showing symptoms almost immediately. Even though you had a relatively healthy bowl of food while he was being indoctrinated, you felt sick and started the friendship off on the wrong foot.

“..mar..did you hear me?”

Feeling a nudge, the squid nearly yelped in surprise as he looked to his other side, seeing Leshy tilt his head. “I said those flowers are only growing because of me.” He huffed. “This place wouldn’t even have half of them if it weren’t for my powers..”

‘He..still has his divine powers?’ Kallamar was starting to get a bad feeling. 

Maybe his hunch was right. Maybe deep inside, he could still somehow have an influence over health and sickness..just like how Leshy could influence flower growth.

They’ve had these powers all along--their crowns simply amplified them and allowed them to spread an even greater influence among their followers.

Now? These abilities were more subtle. Not as widespread as they once were, but Kallamar feared that he unknowingly caused you all this suffering.

He didn’t mean to hurt you. Did you hate him for it? You surely must.

“D-Don’t speak in the middle of the sermon..” He whispered back to his younger brother. “We’ll be in trouble.”

Leshy just scoffed quietly, but otherwise stayed silent.

Kallamar had almost calmed down, though he was startled yet again as a quiet gagging noise came from you. He looked over in alarm as you sneakily ducked out of the crowd, exiting the temple in a hurry before anyone else noticed.

Feeling guilt twisting his heart, he refused to stay here anymore and followed you outside.

You were sitting near a tree that was a fair distance away from the temple, wiping your mouth with your sleeve. Fortunately, you still had this morning’s breakfast in your stomach, but you had to sit down somewhere before the nausea became too overwhelming.

“H-Hi..are you okay?”

You saw the ex-bishop standing there, looking down at you with a worried gaze.

“Yeah,” you nodded, offering him a reassuring smile. “I’m alright. It’s just-”

“I-I’m so sorry..” His voice broke as he sat down, too--practically collapsing to his knees in front of you.

Tilting your head, your eyebrows furrowed upon seeing the tears sliding down his turquoise face. “Sorry for what?”

“It’s my fault you are constantly plagued with sickness. I just..I-I don’t know why or how but...I can still curse people apparently..” He sniffled, trying to wipe the tears away but failing miserably. It was useless, just like his inability to cure you.

“I didn’t mean to..y-you must forgive me-”

“Wait, did..Leader not tell you?”

“..tell me what?” Kallamar looked at you in confusion.

“I was born sickly.” You explained gently. “My immune system..never caught up to speed with the rest of my body. So I catch the flu and stuff easier than most people. It sucks but..I learn to live with it. Leader understands. They say giving devotion is enough for them, so they’re okay with it.”

“Th-That’s..that’s all?”

“Yep.” You chuckled, though you fell silent as he still frowned, and you shifted closer to him. “You could have asked me about it and save yourself the worry.”

“I didn’t want to be rude..” He muttered. “A-Are you sure it’s not my fault?”

“No. Not at all.”

“...you don’t hate me?”

“Of course not.”

At those reassurances, Kallamar felt a huge weight being lifted off his shoulders. He was so relieved to learn the truth--though knowing it sooner could’ve spared him from so much stress and anxiety.

“Thank you..” He smiled in gratitude, before seeing you stand up. “Oh! Where are you going?”

“To pray for a better abundance of camelia this winter.” You looked at him with a smile. “Care to join me?”

“Yes..I would love to.” 

#clanask #anonymous #cult of the lamb x reader #cotl x reader #cotl kallamar #bishop kallamar #bishop follower au #sick reader #platonic

[crimsonophelia]

I came across this blog by pure chance and to say I’m in love with your work would be a COMPLETE understatement <3 If you don’t mind, could I request an imagine involving Diluc and a femme maid reader? The reader has feelings for Diluc, but knowing the consequences of what would happen if she were to even try anything with him, she instead devotes all of her love and care into her work—cooking him extra hearty breakfasts, staying up late well into the night to welcome Diluc home after his duties as the Darknight Hero and to help patch up any wounds he might have acquired, etcetera—entirely unaware of Diluc subconsciously picking up her signs and slowly growing fond of her for it.

It all comes to light when the reader makes a passing comment about being excited to take care of Diluc’s children someday. (“Well, who wouldn’t be excited to take care of their own children?” “...My own children? I was talking about your children, Master Diluc.”) And Diluc promptly ends up struck with the realization that he can see no one else take care of him and his future family better than the reader herself (as his wife, perhaps? 😉)

I apologize if my request was a little specific, feel free to absolutely take any creative liberty with it—just the honor of you writing it would be MORE than enough. Thank you, and I hope you have a truly wonderful day! <3

featuring: diluc x fem!reader

warnings: none

published: april 23 2021

form: imagine

a/n: anon you’re so nice i’m gonna cry TTTT but really, you flatter me, and i also love this request. diluc deserves soft domesticity. i hope you like it, my dear! <3

mondstadt around windblume festival was always quite busy. the knights were busy setting up the decorations around the favonius headquarters, and all the local businesses were preparing for extra-heavy business during the season.

dawn winery was no exception. the ragnvindr family, led by young master diluc, made lucrative incomes during this time of the year, what with all the young lovers courting one another left and right, feeding the city’s wine, restaurant, and flower businesses. the winery also leveraged its monopoly on mondstadt’s most diverse selection of wines and spirits, and hosted numerous winery and vineyard tours throughout the course of the windblume festival. 

needless to say, the staff and owners of the dawn winery were not short of chores and tasks that needed to be completed in order to prepare for incoming business. you were certainly no exception, as a maid of the winery, and by extension, the ragnvindr estate. 

you were tasked with decorating the interior of the winery with various floral arrangements of what they liked to call “windblumes”, but in reality were just a number of other flowers that vaguely fit the description. the rest of the maids were outdoors, preparing the vineyard for the wine tours and marking which barrels of wine would be made available to visitors on the wine tours.

though you were rather abashed, you hoped that this would be an opportunity to find some time to be alone with master diluc. you would never openly admit to yourself your painful longing you felt for the master of the estate, the beautiful man with the flaming hair. regardless, it was unbecoming of a maid to think such things about her employer. having a roof over your head and a stable income was already more than you could ever ask for.

but you couldn’t help but to feel a certain way whenever the young man occupied the same room as you, his presence so large yet so humble, always conscious of those around him. ever since he was a boy, when you had first met him, he had nothing to offer but kindness.

it was years of him returning to the estate in the ungodly hours of the night, covered in cuts and bruises, in which you patched him up, never asking more than “where does it hurt the most”, during which you fell for him as fast as his bandages turned as bloody red as his silken hair.

it was years of you two sneaking glances at eachother, summers in which you and the maids were out under the sun, counting the season’s harvests, where you would catch diluc’s eyes roaming you and only. and when you met his gaze, he would turn away, bashful as a naughty child, and cheeks dusting a rosy pink, almost as dark as the grapes he so loved to walk amongst.

leaving your memories and returning to your duties, you continued to string up the lanyards of cecilias and lilies across the darkwood of the winery foyer. the flora was indeed, quite pretty, although their lightness did clash a little with the dark and brooding mahogany bookshelves you were pinning them onto. reaching up to try and place some cecilias onto the top shelf, you realized that your fingers could only reach a few inches short of the top. dammit. you would have to go fetch the stepladder from the storage closet.

as you were about to turn around, you noticed an arm from your peripheral vision reach up and place the flower up onto the upoer shelf with ease.

“good afternoon, [y/n]. these decorations look lovely. good work.” flashing you his uncharacteristically warm, familiar grin that he seemed to save only for you, diluc finished stringing up the rest of the lanyard across the parts of the bookshelf he know you would be too short to reach.

“good day, master diluc. you flatter me.” you turned away, ashamed at your own girlish excitement. “i hope your work is going well?” the formalities exchanged between you and diluc had become almost like a secret language, one always being able to effectively distinguish the other’s true feelings, beneath the saccharine emptiness of upper-class etiquette. yet this time you hoped he wouldn’t be able to read the fluttering of your heart through your words.

“hm. quite well, indeed.” the man stepped back from where you were working, and looked at the room, as if assessing every nook and cranny with his usual, critical glare. he wasn’t wearing his usual leather suit and fur jacket. today, the young master donned a sharp, three-piece suit, always neat and pressed. perhaps he was ready to go into the city to take care of winery business.

he looked around the foyer, squinting as if looking for something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

“is something the matter, master diluc?” you questioned. did you place the flowers asymmetrically? or perhaps there was too much space between the shelves and the potted cecilias.

“[y/n], do you ever feel like the winery is too empty?”

confused, you shook your head. perhaps now wasnt the time to bring up the emptiness left behind after master ragnvindr, senior, passed away. you always felt for diluc, and master kaeya as well, after their shining light of a father left the world. diluc had never been the same since then—you had caught him looking through childhood photos in the estate library when he thought nobody else was present.

“well”, you started, choosing your words carefully, “when the time comes for master diluc to have a family of his own, the estate might feel a little livelier then. and i would be very excited to nanny the future generation of ragnvindrs as well, if you’ll excuse my preposterousness.”

the man blinked, as if trying to make sense of what you just said. “nanny? dont you mean-“

oh. diluc sensed that he might have made a mistake. but yet, it made such perfect sense. in what universe could he accept [y/n] not being the mother of his children, the pillar keeping both himself and this entire estate afloat? certainly not this one.

the realization dawned upon him, as well as the regrets from years of inaction in his past. he wasn’t about to let someone else slip through his fingers. not again.

“say, [y/n], my dear. how do you feel about going into the city with me tonight? i have some business i need to run and i’d be much obliged if you accompanied me.”

a/n: aaaaah im pretty happy with how this turned out, and i hope you like it too! i wasnt able to go with your prompt word for word, which i hope is okay. the whole time i was literally imagining scenes from downton abbey lolol

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin x reader #diluc imagines #diluc x y/n #diluc x reader #diluc headcanons #diluc ragnvindr #diluc fluff #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact writing

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Grief!Series Part Three: Legacy - Bishop Losa x Reader

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You’re drained by the time you make it back to the house, the numbness is setting in along with the exhaustion that comes with a catastrophic emotional event. Your head is too busy, there’s too much to process and right now you can’t face it.

Bishop sees it in your mannerisms. The way your shoulders sink, the lethargy in your movements. He remembers the days that he could barely get himself out of bed in the wake of Aiden’s death.

“Do you want me to stay?” He asks you and you shrug your shoulders because you’re too wrung out to make any decision, no matter how small it is.

“Go sit down.” He tells you, gesturing at the couch. “I’ll make us some tea.”

When he returns he finds you curled up in the furthest corner of the sofa, your eyes closed and your head resting on one of the cushions. He sets the tea down on the coffee table before picking up the soft grey blanket, covered with hundreds of little white stars before draping it over your sleeping form. He takes his time tucking it around you. He picks up his tea and returns to the kitchen, closing the door behind him so that he doesn’t wake you. He sits down at the kitchen table, painted in that bright sunny yellow, his gaze coming to linger on the fridge. He looks at the brightly coloured fridge magnets, ones that he knows some of the kids have bought you and he finds himself smiling.

There’s a couple of drawings done by the children you work with, the schedule for the community centre and that stupid photograph from a couple of weeks ago. The one with the two of you covered in paint from helping Creeper and Nina with the mural outside. He raises to his feet and moves closer to study it, his fingertips playing over the shiny paper. His arm is slung around your shoulders, in his free hand he holds a paintbrush. There’s flecks of orange, yellow and red his beard, he remembers it had taken ages to scrub it out in his bathroom that night. He’s surprised by how happy he looks; he recalls you saying something to make him laugh but he has no idea what it was.

He's felt a lot lighter lately, like he’s finally starting to shed the weight that he’s been carrying around for the past eight years. He can’t pinpoint exactly when that started to happen, but he knows it’s since he’s met you. He feels all those dormant parts of himself starting to come alive. There’s a fire in his belly again, he doesn’t have that sense of dread when the alarm clock goes off. He looks forward to the days ahead, the work he’s doing in the community, the work he’s doing with you.

He returns the picture to its place on the fridge before his gaze snags on something else. He sees his last name on a piece of paper stuck to the surface with a Baby Shark fridge magnet. It’s an invoice for a plaque, a small brass one outlined in darkwood.

The Aidan Losa Children’s Library, the text reads.

There’s an ache in his chest, he feels it deep down in his sternum as he grasps the piece of paper in his fist. His eyes fucking sting as he clutches it to his heart, the air forced out of his lungs. The first sob comes out in a rush, a cathartic exhale of emotion that releases the burden that sits upon his shoulders.

This time the agony is purifying. That darkness, it seems to flood right out of him as the tears roll down his cheeks. He thinks of the joy in Aidan’s face as he tottered after Gruffalo, his hands pressing against the softplay mat as Bishop lay on his stomach urging his son to push himself up. He remembers sitting in that red beanbag, his toddler cradled to his chest as they read The Hungry Caterpillar, Aidan’s tiny hand patting the indigo plum.  

He doesn’t know what you’ve done to him but somehow you’ve managed to strip away all of the fucking guilt and heartache and turn it into something beautiful. He wipes at his eyes with his fingertips, drawing in a shaky breath as he stares down at the piece of paper once more.

He's holding his child’s legacy in his hands, and he has no idea how to thank you.

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titled  ❝ good kisser ❞

✧ pairing leone abbacchio x gn reader 

✧ genre fluff

✧ warning wine, being a tiny bit drunk, mentions of sex but definitely not smut 

✧ extra close friends drink at 1 am and reader gets a lil bold .. abbacchip’s character took me a minute for this is way later then it’s meant to be, finally got a title before having to add it to my masterlist <3 feedback appreciated 

“leone.”

“what?” he doesn’t need to glance at your face to know it’s a question, staring up and out the window to the glimmering web of stars outside.

his almost empty glass of wine reflects the moonlight and you massage your temples.

“are you experienced?”

he takes a moment, a particularly long moment before you see him blink in your peripheral vision, his right eyebrow cocked up.

“experienced with what? sex?”

you laugh, much more naturally than he’d ever thought and shake your head. “not sex, i mean are you experienced?”

“with what,” he sighs, still stuck on the visage of the stars.

“with hmm.. matters of the heart. or love? pursuing? courting. that stuff.”

turning to you slowly, he gives you the most incredulous look you think you’ll ever see in your life. you smile sheepishly as his mouth drops open a tiny bit, and the words ‘mind boggling’ appear in your head.

“are you sure you’re alright in the head? you’re asking if i’m a romantic.”

you laugh into your elbows away from his gaze before looking up to meet him, still shocked and confused.

“yes i’m very aware. i asked my drunk and broody goth friend if he has a sappy romantic history.” he blinks and you laugh a little more, “yes, the one with the potty mouth and the potty tea pots and other clear issues. really nice lips, currently staring at me like i ate his tea pastries with a broken spoon and dipped it in rotting fish flavored gelato.”

he cocks his head slightly to the side, an innocent instinct, confusion and amusement twinkling between blinking lashes.

“you have a very unique way of talking and describing huh.”

“i think you mean.. a different kind of bullshit, but flavorful and easier to tolerate. everyone seems to say something like that after an average of three conversions.”

now he laughs, but not audibly - his shoulders rise with a rare animation and a smile hides beneath his hand, nothing but hushed breaths tumbling out. you lean forward, balancing on your elbow and your chin jutting into your palms, observing him in full, a much free-er abbacchio.

"hey. kiss me.”

his shoulders shudder this time while he chokes not-so-silently on the wine in the back of his throat. your eyes connect and at the sharp twitch of his left eye you laugh just a tiny bit - 

“what? why?”

somewhere in the back of your mind you think it’s cute how his whole body follows your every movement while you shift to rest against the headboard with a sigh of comfort. “you should be asking me how, but i’m a very magnanimous person, so you can choose.” he makes a grunt-ish sound and your eyelids start to droop on their own, closing down on your somewhat magnetizing eyes, and thankfully so he thinks.

maybe the wine’s finally got to you, maybe the darkening of the street lights made you feel a bit drowsier than normal, but now it’s his chance to study your face. your brows are relaxed, and the usual, as slight as it was sometimes, tension gone, the moonlight set upon your lips like a halo...

“kiss me, leone.” he wonders if this is your idea of a joke but it doesn’t matter, third time really was the charm. the harsh clink of a wine glass on the nightstand sets off something in your stomach; dormant butterflies decide that now’s the time to play hopscotch in your belly, delightful, but your heart was pounding like a festival drum, so equally nerve-wracking.

the heavy depression in the bed moves closer, the scent of something that sounds like it’d be named magenta darkwood dances to the tip of your nose and a body of heat settles beside you. the dozy pull on your eyelids go slack with the addition of a sliver of adrenaline, and you pop your eyes open to meet his cloudish blue irises, much closer than you’d expected.

he jumps back, both of you furiously blinking before a hand gingerly covers your eyes.

“i can’t do anything with you staring at me, so..”

the signal in your head to respond with a nod, a hum, or something comes way too late, his scent floats around your face and a calloused delicate pinch on your chin guides your lips to meet his. waves roar in the back of your mind as you sit there, mind promptly turned to mush.

the kiss felt generously sweet and much softer than anything you could manage to think of.

he pushes just a bit firmer, and the tingly buzz from his lips joins the firecrackers going off in your head, a dazzling spectacle if anyone could see, before pulling away and lightly removing his hand from over your eyes. you can’t bring yourself to look up - still processing the feeling of it all  - even as his gaze burns into your face.

a minute passes like this when he shifts to your side, to your surprise, also leaning against the headboard, eyes closed.

“what, now you’re nervous?”

no, that’s not it, you think, padding a finger over the lingering warmth on your lips. i just never expected to be such a soft kiss, especially from you.

“you were the one that had to cover my eyes to actually do it,” he hears you murmur, “but still, i never expected you to do it like that..”

“what do you mean ‘like that’? you didn’t like it or what,” he says, and normally he would be mad, or stony faced, but there’s a tiny curve to his mouth in the corner of your vision.

theres a pause and you blink, warmth pricking your cheeks like a dull needle. “i just never expected you to kiss so gently. that’s all. you look like the type to kiss roughly you know, ‘fierce’ written all over you - bite my lips off and all.”

he’s silent, just listening and very obviously staring and you share a glance for exactly two seconds. 

“...i did like it, if you’re wondering. i don’t think i’ll ever uh, forget it, so don’t worry. plus, you’re a good kisser -”

a dull thump sounds out as he lightly tosses a pillow at your head, his eyes dark but his voice clearly amused. “you think i was worried about that? go to sleep. of course i’m a good kisser. it doesn’t even sound right to question it.”

“don’t pretend like your shoulders didn’t relax until i said it,” you smile, throwing the pillow back at his chest, “and you go to sleep too,” turning over on your side, “and don’t hog the blanket.”

the pillow ends up pushing at your back as he lies down as well, quick to snatch just enough of the comforter to get you to turn around. 

“what?”

“goodnight.”

for the at least 7th time that night you share a deep look before turning around, returning the same word and pulling a slight bit of the covers away from him. the lights are off and his breathing evens and the sleepy actually starts to encase you in it’s arms - until you’re actually encased with arms, giving a stunned side eye glance back. in his sleep it seemed his hand unknowingly wandered over to your waist, and you didn’t have the heart to move it so you let it be. (truthfully, it was comforting. and who were you to refuse comfort?)

mere seconds later he shifts closer, separated by the pillow but still close enough to feel his body warmth, wrapping his arm tighter around you. 

who was it that said he was asleep.. asleep my ass.. he’s clearly awake you conclude, the deep rumble of a laugh reverberating through the pillow separating you both a dead giveaway.

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Master list for shit-

Also rules

Heya I'm Voe and I do headcanons when I feel like it! But also sometimes mainly art

This the masterlist for shit I've made so you can easily find your favourites ^^ I used to write fanfics but not anymore rlly but I'll leave the links up for ppl who wanna find them

Mostly art blog now and it will contain some oc x canon things sometimes so if u dislike that pleaseeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee throw yourself out of my airlock because I'm here to be mentally ill and free or vibe here just filter out the oc x canon I'll do my best to tag

Anyways-

🍓 = wholesome shit

💀 = angst

Transformers shiiiiii:

Human Blitzwing design (TFA)

Rumble fan design

Biscuit walk/hj

Poly villains (red velvet x lico x dark choco)

Espresso adopts Strawberry crepe art

Twst junk lmao

Ocs: (goes by RL but full name is Luther Removial) -Based on Leroy from Lilo and stitch (Savannaclaw)

Jacaquez Meriones -based on Hamsterviel from Lilo and stitch (Scarabia)

Slurpee (unknown last name) ((ramshackle prefect)) - based on Oh from home

Normal art stuff for twst

Cult Of The Lamb

Leshy drawing 💀

Just darkwood related drawings

Cotl oc

Human rakshasa

Lego monkie kid

Porty!Syntax

Toxicinsanity Art

Syntax headcanons

Shadowpuppet ship art

Older brother wukong and macaque (separate) (headcanons)

Mayor drawing

Mayor sticker design

Macaque x reader drabble

Reborn Monkey king

Song inspired oneshot

Another x reader oneshot 🍓

Hidden strength x reader oneshot

Huggy wuggy

Human huggy design

Overall headcanons for him

Huggy drawing

Human Huggy drawing part 2

Huggy Thanksgiving headcanons

Kissy Missy

Overall headcanons

Headcanons for both of them

Huggy and kissy Vanity hcs

Sibling headcanons

Hat in time

Mario Sports Mix

Mario sports mix villains (poly couple)

Mario sports mix (villans overall)

Ninja overall headcanons

Black mage overall headcanons

Mario sports mix (other characters)

!Hazbin hotel!

Alastor headcanons

#masterlist #gender neutral y/n