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thefandomthings · 5 months

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𝐒𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Middle Brothers (Separate) x Gn!Reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Suggestive in both (🤭), fluff,

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I am so sorry this took so long, and I apologize is Asmo is ooc, I'm not good at writing him lol

Tags: @veethewriter @demon-master-zero

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 Part 2

I believe Satan is a sucker for old school romance, you can't tell me otherwise.

He loves the idea of sending each other love letters and poems.

He often writes about you, by often I mean everytime he writes, it's about you.

Satan even uses an ink pen and paper, his penmanship is extraordinary.

He isn't really into romance novels, but in some of his mystery/murder-mysterys there is romance

You've read a handful of Satan's books, plus your own collection.

You've recently started reading an older Novel, it's written very poetic, the main characters have started exchanging small love notes to one another.

That gave you the most brilliant idea, you'd start writing notes to Satan, leaving them on his book marks and on the inside cover of his new novels.

Satan is very witty, it takes a lot to make him get flustered, but the first note he received from you, he blushed.

You've never been one to openly talk about how you are feeling, you express yourself in different ways, such as gift giving or quality time. You've also noticed Satan has a hard time expressing himself, instead resorts to poetry and writing love letters to you.

You are currently sitting in the HoL library, your current novel sitting on your lap. You messed with the spoon in your luke warm tea while reading the poetic lines. You smiled as the main characters declared their love for each other, a warm feeling flooding in your chest.

You are desperately waiting for Satan to come back from his meeting with Diavolo and his brothers, wanting to see his face when the little folded piece of paper slips out from his new book.

It took you quite a long time to think of this note, it's a poem. It probably sounds lame next to Satan's poetry, you've read famous poets work and they are nothing compared to The Avatar of Wraths'.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the Library door opens. Satan gave a small smile, his teeth aren't showing it's just a small curve of his lips.

"Hello Kitten"

He leans down and kisses your forehead rather gently before grabbing his book and sitting next to you. You instinctively stretch your legs out into his lap, his slender fingers brushing against the skin of your ankle and shin.

Satan uses his other hand to open his book, and just as you planned the small piece of paper slowly falls into his lap against your legs. You shyly hide behind your book, pretending to read. You could feel his chest and torso rumble while he read the poem to himself.

It's hard to remember what you wrote, the adrenaline making you loose your memory and only focus on now.

You do remember how hard you thought about all the write words, and what kind of poem it would be. To make his heart flutter the way he makes yours leap and soar. To make him feel the tingling sensation that spreads into your finger tips when you feel yourself falling in love more and more.

Goosebumps erupted on your skin, his hands gliding further up your legs before gripping under your knees and bringing you into his lap.

Your nose was pressed to headband of your book, the delightful smell of the old paper pages filling your nose. Your cheeks are on fire, you could feel the tingling of the blush spreading down your neck and to your ears.

Satan could only chuckle and remove the book from your face and set it on the sofa beside him. His hands set themselves on your hips, his glowing green eyes shining like brightest star in a dark night.

He gently kissed you, his hands moving to cup your face and rub your cheek bones. The kiss was full of love and passion, slow and steady. Both of your hearts pounding in your chest, skin on fire from each others touch.

He pulled away and hugged you, his head rested against your neck and shoulder. Your chest fluttered, your heart was in your throat as Satan's lips brushed against your pulse then he spoke.

"I love you"

I strongly think Asmo designs clothes, and you are his muse and model.

He absolutely loves when you agree to be his inspiration.

And he also loves when you let him take your measurements. He likes how your body feels in his hands.

Asmo is very observant, it doesn't seem like it cause he's utterly obsessed with himself. But he knows everything about everyone. (Gossip King)

He especially knows every detail about you, you decide if that's creepy or sweet.

He absolutely loves when you tease him when working, it gives him excitement!

"MC, My darling muse I need your beauty." Asmo falls against his bed next to you, his delicate skin pressed against his silk pillowcase. You hum setting your phone down and moving his hair away from his eyes the way he likes. He smiled looking at you with stars in his eyes.

"What are you thinking and what was your inspiration?" You asked leaning on your arm. Asmo was quiet, his eyes scanning your face and down your body.

"You are always inspiration Darling." He smiled before hoping out of his bed and opening his fabric closet. You giggled and stood next to your boyfriend admiring the hundreds of fabrics.

"Stand over here." He points to the large wood box coated in glitter and pink paint. You nodded slipping off your clothes, leaving only your undergarments.

"MC, you devious human." Asmo giggled, suddenly appearing behind you. His slim hands glided around your body adjusting the measuring tape at your hip. "Always so beautiful..".

Your skin erupted with goosebumps, your shoulders shaking with a slight shiver at his touch. He giggles, he nails running over you rub cage.

"Hold still MC, or my measurements will be wrong." He pressed gently kisses along your skin, your face was rosy staring down at his thick, pink hair.

"Asmo, the tape is loose." You teased watching him adjust the tape.

"You little Minx.." He bit the soft flesh of your hip making you yelp. He giggled loudly before walking over to his sowing machine and writing your measurements on his note pad.

You reached down for your clothes but his voice stopped you, "Keep them off Love, I still need more measurements." His smile was sweet, but devilish.

God, he loved looking at you. So comfortable in his presence, just helping him gives him joy he hasn't had since the fall. You help him in more ways then one. And he loves you more than anything, including himself. And he never lets your forget that.

#obey me headcannons #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me asmodeus #asmodeus x reader #obey me satan #satan x reader #obey me fluff #obey me smut #gender nuetral reader #thefandomthings

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dinasfavslut · 10 months

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Bookworm Abby x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, 18+ obviously,minors + ageless blogs please for both of us don’t interact, cockwarming, slight degradation, slight praise

I’m pretty bad with warnings I’m sorry I kinda forget what I wrote. I’m so sorry, I really did mean to post this sooner I was working on this through the week end and got distracted.

Abby was blessed with broad hands. I was like, Holy shit, she has big motherfucking hands when I first saw her.

Abby is perfect in every way. She's kind, soft, caring, strong (really fucking strong), and extremely intelligent. She obviously likes reading. She has a wide range of novels on her shelves, from romance to action. She has read everything from fiction to nonfiction and even some poetry books.

It's around 4 p.m., and Abby is in the lounging area with a book in her hands (I also imagine she wears reading glasses) and her nose buried in deep. The cover depicts a girl with fire behind her, but who cares? You simply want Abby to put her book down and pay attention to you. After classes, and a long day at work. All you need is Abby to relieve the stress that's been turning your hair gray, but she's reading, and you know she can't be bothered when she has a book. So, you sit next to her, your head on her shoulder, and trace your fingers over her biceps, forming hearts, circles, and stars. “What are you reading abs?”

“Daylight," her tone is calm and dull; she didn't even look up while speaking; she was way too concentrated on her book. Most of the time, when you're desperate, you can get yourself off, but today was different. You really wanted Abby's hands—her massive fingers pounding into you—never mind that.

"What's it all about?" Looking down the pages, you lean in closer.

"Tell you later, Kay."

"Abby!" You whined, hoping that your neediness would distract her. "Put down your book and look at me!" If she loved you, she'd put the book down straight away. She sighed and shifted her gaze to you. "Abby, I need you." You looked down, toying with the end of your shirt, a little embarrassed by your previous sentence.

"Will you also need me after I finish this?"

"Yeah but-"

"You can wait then."

"That's not fair, Abs. I'm just-" You groan from sexual frustration as well as the frustration of not knowing what words to get out. You're sick of this bullshit. You discard your pants and underwear, placing yourself on Abby's hand and moving her fingers to where you need them. Her palm was warm and gentle. Her fingers were perfectly positioned, so when you grinded your throbbing cunt against her, the pads of her fingers banged right into your puffy pink clit "f-fuck." You let out a loud moan and rubbed yourself against her hand. The only reaction you receive from her is a brow lift. No, hey need some help with that? Or, look how needy my girl is. But her hand will have to be just fine.

Almost reaching your high, you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening. "Fuck Abby, so- so- feels so good, m'gonna-" She yanked her hand away, leaving you to moan and cry, “but-.”

"Tut-tut, you knew I was reading, and you continued to bother me." She eventually put down her silly book and started undoing her jeans. That's when you noticed the bulge she was hiding in her pants. It was clear pink in color, slightly curved, and about 9.5 inches long. When did they get to be that big? "Come over here." You crept over and stared her in the eyes as she raised her hand. "Do you see my hand? Do you see the mess you made? I was busy, and you were attempting to distract me."

"Blah blah blah, s'not fair that you're always nose-deep in your fucking books." She firmly grasped your waist, and it was, kind of... hot. Abby is usually soft and delicate during sex, and she always does everything you say. She knows she's strong and doesn't want to hurt you, but her tone was harsh this time. The tips of her fingers dug into your hips as she "god-fuck-Abby!" shoved you down on the rest of her strap, almost making you gush the minute you sank entirely down.

"You understand that you are not to move? Be a good girl till I finish my book, and I'll give you what you need, got it?" Groaning, you leaned forward and placed your head on her shoulder. You were aware that her sexual desire was lower than yours and that she could go a long time without any sexual activity. You can only last a week. It was the book's problem, not yours. The book is what made you sit and be her good cockwarmer for who knows how long.

5 minutes... 10 minutes... 15 minutes This is taking far too long. You looked over and noticed she had quite a few pages. "Hey, come on, pretty girl, almost done." Unfortunately for you, Abby was not the fastest reader. She enjoys going deeply into what the characters are doing and what the current events will entail at the finale of the story.

One hour happened to extend into three hours. "Come on, pretty girl, you were so good for me; I think you deserve a reward, yeah?"

#tlou part 2 #the last of us abby #abby anderson #abby x fem!reader #abby anderson smut #bookworm!Abby #the last of us smut #abby tlou #the last of us #the last of us abby Anderson smut #Abby Anderson the last of us

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orqheuss · 11 months

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may i feel said he

(Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow/F!Reader SMUT)

Summary:

The girl reached a hand each towards her lovers. Her fingers slid into their hair; one slicked back and in great need of being messed up thoroughly and the other wild, curly, and soft against her fingers. The boy between her legs smiled up at her blissed out expression and laughed. *** Fluffy, loving soft smut based on the poem "may i feel said he" by E. E. Cummings.

word count: 3.3k

AN: I'm reposting all of my fics from ao3 on to here for easier access! We're starting with the smut.

These boys would be the death of her, she mused to herself. Currently, they flanked both sides of her body; each pressed into the opposite side of the loveseat. A warm fire burned brightly across from them in the Room of Requirement. The three students had retreated there earlier in the day to study for their N.E.W.T.S. They had been there for hours at that point. Deeks brought up strawberries to snack on around lunch time, the flesh of the fruit a glistening red in the candlelight. Night had fallen not long ago and the skylight above glittered with stars.

Ominis had long ago shifted his body, and thus hers, so his back was leaning against the arm rest. He decided that the best course of action while doing this was to pull her with him so her back was pressed to his chest. In the new position, Sebastian shifted as well, pulling the girl’s legs on to his lap and starting to stroke her ankle with his thumb. An increasingly bright red blush covered her face and neck, making its way down her collarbones and disappearing under her stiff cotton collar. She hid her face deeper into the book she was reading; A History of Charms, the girl believed. Her brain stuttered and shut off a while ago in delirium. She wasn’t sure when it had happened, but the boys around her had gotten bored at some point during their studies and had formed a cognitive plan to kill her without speaking.

The boy across from the girl smirked into his novel, a muggle mystery that Anne had sent over in a care package. His hand began to inch higher up her calf, now resting at the edge of her starched socks. He began to inch a finger under the hem, tickling just under the girl’s knee. Her face undoubtedly got closer to the color of the fruit from earlier.

Ominis, not one to be outdone, let out a soft chuckle at her flustered breathing. He gently took the end of her ponytail from his shoulder and undid the ribbon holding it in place. Her hair spilled delicately down her neck, bunching where his body met hers. He swept the hair over the girl’s left shoulder, tracing a fingernail along her pulse point with the movement. She stuttered a shocked gasp at the new contact.

The girl realized, then, how competitive the pair was. Sebastian took her soft sound as a challenge. His eyes peeked over the top of his book and glittered with mischief. The finger tracing her knee slowly slid higher, taking his whole hand with it and gripping her thigh between his calloused fingertips. His thumb began to smooth soothing circles on her inner thigh, and her lower abdomen buzzed with warmth. The freckled boy watched his friend grasp the girl’s neck gently, angling her head away from the textbook she was hiding in and showing them both her pink cheeks. Both of the boy’s eyes lit up in delight at the tizzy that had befallen the girl between them.

She had closed her eyes at the feeling of the long, lithe fingers of the Gaunt boy wrapping around her throat. He could feel her rapidly pulsing heartbeat against his palm; her heart threatening to burst out at any given moment. The feeling caused him to lick his lips in lust. Sebastian bit his lip gently and gripped her thigh harder at the sight of the other boy’s tongue. Ominis leaned his head downwards, his breath heavy against the girl’s neck and his voice whispered deliciously in her ear.

“May I touch?” Said he.

Her eyes fluttered in ecstasy, and she nodded your head against his chest. His head dipped lower, his neck craning against his collar as he began to pepper kisses behind her ear and along her jawbone. She released a stuttering sigh, and Ominis smiled against her throat as she hesitantly spoke.

“How much?” Said she.

Sebastian chuckled at the question posed to his friend. He was heavily distracted by the sight of the girl’s chest rising and falling heartily. Ominis gently bit the curve of her ear in amusement; she choked back a strangled moan at the feeling.

“A lot,” said he.

Sebastian took this chance to flip the edge of her skirt up around her hips. Her white cotton panties were delectable to the brunette. He shifted his position on the couch, his knees raising to kneel between her newly spread thighs. She heaved a deeper sigh at the feeling of his hot breath against her clothed core. His hands gently spread her legs wider and placed them on his shoulders, leaving a soft kiss on her upper inner thigh. The girl sighed.

“Why not,” said she.

Ominis had since dropped his book unceremoniously on the ground so his other hand was free. He quickly loosened the tie around his throat and undid the top buttons of his shirt. With a new range of movement granted to the boy, he leaned his head lower against her neck and sucked at her pulse point. His left hand made its way into her tresses and wound the strands around his palm; his right began to drift along her side. Skillfully, the blond boy unbuttoned her shirt and pushed the cloth from her chest. The feel of her matching white brasserie sent a spark down his spine.

Sebastian watched the show above him in great interest. His pants began to feel tight, and he shifted around on the couch to relieve some of the pressure. He breathed a quiet moan against the girl's inner thigh before placing an open mouthed kiss on the burning skin; his left hand reaching up and finding her breast with a rough squeeze. Her mouth opened in a silent whine at the feeling of four hands and two mouths against her scorching body. The Sallow boy playfully bit her other thigh and spoke for the first time.

“Let’s go.” Said he.

Ominis, hearing the sounds being made by his two partners, moaned in a low tone against where the girl’s shoulder met her throat. The hand in her hair tugged her head farther to the left, opening up more of the column of her neck to the blind boy. She whined in a high pitch at the feeling of the sharp pain in her temple and the pleasure of the teeth now biting softly at her collarbone. Ominis’ right hand reached down along her side and grasped the breast not being tended to by the other boy. He found her nipple through the thin fabric and ran his thumb tenderly over the nub before taking it between his two fingers and pinching. Sebastian rutted once again against the couch cushion and nosed at the wet spot between the girl’s legs.

“Not too far,” said she.

“What’s too far?” Said he.

She gave a sharp tug to the hair at the base of each boy’s skull simultaneously. Ominis released a rough grunt, grinding against her lower back and biting the column of her throat once again; Sebastian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as his mouth dropped open in a silent moan.

“Where you are.” Said she.

The girl released Sebastian’s hair and grasped for his hand instead. The boy thread their fingers together and rested the conjoined hands against her stomach. He leaned down again and licked a stripe along her panties, tasting her sweetness and relishing in the choked sound she made from her chest. Ominis reached behind the girl and undid the clasp of her brassiere, throwing it across the room and nearly into the fire across from the trio. Her bare breasts shined in the low light from the sweat building on her skin. Both boys took a handful each of the newly presented parts of her.

Ominis turned the girl’s head towards his own, his breath fanning across the apples of her cheeks.

“May I stay?” Said he.

The girl gasped as she felt the brunette below move the crotch of her panties to the side, her folds glistening with arousal from the two boys touching her. He groaned in agony at the sight and spread her lips open with his thumbs. He licked at her once again and she released a wanton moan against the lips of the blond.

“Which way?” Said she.

The wiry boy stretched his leg out below the girl, sliding under one of her raised thighs and finding purchase between the legs of the taller of the two. Ominis’ socked foot began to stroke ever so slowly against Sebastian’s clothed cock. The freckled boy moaned against the girl’s clit, sending tremors through her entire body from her head to her toes. The boy mouthed hotly against her sex, taking the small bean near the top and sucking. The girl was putty in his arms, mewling and rocking her hips against his lips. Ominis grunted at the sudden attention his own cock was getting from her incessant shuffling. The Gaunt boy breathed hotly into the girl’s open lips.

“Like this.” Said he.

The smaller boy reached the hand tweaking her nipple down her stomach, his cold fingertips cooling down her overheating body, before fingering her clit. Sebastian quickly shifted his technique and began to tongue at her opening, the hand not grasping hers reached once again for her breast now that it had been abandoned.

She moaned hotly against the lips of her lover, struggling to suck in breaths between sounds. His fingers felt so good against her; the soft circles and slight pressure he was applying driving her wild. Ominis was incredibly skilled with his hands. She supposed it came with the territory of only being able to see by touch. She smiled in bliss as her release approached.

“If you kiss.” Said she.

Ominis smiled in return, a large toothy grin filled with happiness. He leaned closer to her lips and captured them with his own. He gave a sharp circle on her bud and she opened her mouth in elation, his tongue surging forward and brushing hers.

Sebastian released her cunt with a pop and watched his partners in jubilation. He leaned back on his knees to get a better view of the voyeuristic show, circling the girl’s opening with his pointer finger.

“May I move?” Said he.

The girl frantically nodded her head, her voice failing her from the anticipation. He slowly inserted the digit into her heat and grinned at the buck of her hips. He pumped his finger in and out, slowly at first, but then picking up speed as her mewls gained momentum. She was so wet, the slick coated his finger and dripped onto the cushion below. He bit his lip at the unseemly sounds echoing through the room and flushed a pretty rose color; his freckles standing out against the stark change in complexion. He pulled his solo finger out of the girl and inserted it back in, adding his middle finger into the mix and curling against her g spot.

Stars burst behind the tightly shut eyes of the girl. Her mouth dropped open, head thrown back and chin pointing to the ceiling above. Ominis began to mouth at her beautiful neck once again, speeding up his fingers in time with the other boy’s thrusts. She was in absolute bliss, a never ending cycle of sounds escaping from her marked up throat. Her release approached quickly and her hips bucked wildly in the air.

“It is love!” Said she.

Puffing out a laugh, the brunette leaned his elbows against her thighs, keeping them where they were while his companion pushed her hips flush with the couch seam. His palm rested against her lower stomach and added a devious pressure to the orgasmic experience.

“If you’re willing,” said he.

With a particularly rough bite to the soft spot between her shoulder and neck, the rubber band snapped and the girl came with a silent cry.

Her two boys watched in awe and giddy delight as her eyes rolled into the back of her head; only the whites visible in her pleasure. While her heaves began to slow, the two boys detangled themselves from the heavenly chaos and began to disrobe each other. The girl watched the two brush against each other and slowly remove their ties, shirts, trousers, and finally pants.

Ominis leaned in first, kissing the Sallow boy silly. The kiss was a passionate and rough clashing of tongue and teeth, far beyond gentle niceties after the show they had just put on together. Sebastian reached down and grasped the smaller boy in his hand, a high pitched whine leaving the lips of the blond.

The freckled boy worked the Slytherin until he was inordinately hard. His dick twitched in the others hand and leaked precum down his fingers. Ominis, never one to make much noise in regular life, basically sang when his partners touched him. Sebastian released the boy and turned towards their lovely girlfriend. She was watching the boys with hooded eyes, a hand grasping at her breast and twisting her nipple in elation. Sebastian met her eyes with lust and love dancing in the irises, reaching down and pulling her closer to the edge of the couch.

He pulled each of her knee socks down her calves, kissing the newly exposed skin as he went. He made his way back up to the edge of her skirt, his tongue leaving a hot trail of saliva on the way. He found the button on the side and undid the clasp, pulling the skirt off of her legs and tossing it in the same direction of the rest of her clothes. Her panties came off next, and all three partners took in each other's forms.

“But you’re killing.” Said she.

The trio got back in the position they were just lounging in, Ominis and Sebastian sandwiching the witch between them. The blond smoothed the hair of the girl leaning against his chest, stroking the strands and leaning down to press kisses on her cheeks. The brunette stood on his knees at the other end, stroking his member to work himself up enough for the main attraction. The girl met his gaze with a sultry grin and that was all it took for the boy to lean his weight forward onto her pelvis. His tip rubbed against her folds, collecting her cum and lubricating his cock. She held her breath as the head rubbed against her opening and slowly stretched her to fruition.

Ominis soothed the lines creasing her forehead with fluttering kisses while Sebastian fully sheathed himself in the threshold of her dwelling place. He began to rock his hips against the girl, softly moaning in pleasure. She clenched around him and he stuttered against her hips with a shockingly loud groan.

“But it’s life,” said he.

Ominis chuckled dryly, feeling his friend disappear and reappear into the other through the vibrations. He leaned slightly forward, sliding his hard cock between the top of her ass cheeks. He choked on his breath for a moment, reaching for a hand from each partner. They gladly gave him one a piece. He leaned his cheek on the girl’s head and smiled fondly at the two.

The girl huffed a laugh at her partner's whine, her eyes sparkled with humor.

“But your wife?” Said she.

With an undignified snort, Sebastian pulled out of his lover and flipped her onto her stomach; the girl let out a slight “ooph!” with the sudden movement. Now eye level with the pale boy’s member, she licked her lips in savage hunger. His pupils dilated as she leaned forward on her elbows and licked from base to tip, following the prominent vein on the underside. Ominis dropped one of his hands across his face, groaning deep in his throat from the delicious contact. Sebastian lined himself up at her entrance once again.

“Now,” said he.

The taller boy slammed himself back into her heat, sending her forward and closer to the appendage hovering in front of her face. She threw a harsh look over her shoulder.

“Ow,” said she.

Ominis leaned down towards the girl and placed a kiss on her temple as an apology for his boyfriend. She purred in her throat as Sebastian reached a different, but equally euphoric, spot inside her. She eyed the member before her in interest before taking it into her mouth. Ominis threw his head back once again and grasped at her hair, twisting it up into a makeshift ponytail.

“Tiptop,” said he.

She released him with a giggle. The Slytherin chuckled himself, before thumbing the girl’s lower lip and pulling her back towards her prize. She happily continued her actions with her tongue. She hallowed her cheeks around him as she pulled up towards his tip, causing him to nearly shout into the otherwise empty room.

At the sharp sound of pleasure from his boyfriend, Sebastian gave the girl a particularly sharp thrust before beginning to speed up; his release dangerously close to the precipice. His girlfriend pulled off of Ominis with a pop and rested her head on his thigh, her lips still mouthing at his hard member.

“Don’t stop!” Said she.

Ominis stroked the girl’s head before tugging her back up by her hair. She didn’t think twice before diving back in, her nose meeting his pelvis and tickling him. The Gaunt boy’s breath left him and he neared heaven.

“Oh,” said he.

She continued her rhythm up and down, her tongue stopping to circle his tip each time she neared the top. She could tell he was getting close, his breathing became shallow and heavy. Little moans were making their way out of his throat. They increased pitch each time Sebastian thrusted particularly rough, causing the girl to moan around him. He tapped the girl on the head as a warning, his voice failing him as he neared nirvana. She took him all the way into her throat once again, and he released with a long, raspy growl.

With one partner spent and the other on the way, the girl dug her nails into the thighs she was leaning on and keened at Sebastian.

“Go slow,” said she.

The brunette was too far gone. He sped up instead, and the girl threw her face into the soft skin in front of her. She bit roughly at the boy’s flesh, releasing wanton moans into the night. Sebastian neared his end.

“Come?” said he.

Nearing her own release, the girl met his thrusts with her hips. With a final push from them both, skin slapping harshly against one another, they both tipped over the edge and fell into sweet, joyful rapture.

With the last ounces of strength in their bodies, the three sprawled on the loveseat, sweaty but so very fulfilled. The trio held hands with each other, their arms forming a circle. The two boys leaned forward and kissed the girl; one on her thigh and the other on her shoulder.

“You’re divine.” Said he.

The girl smiled and squeezed each of their hands in tandem. She closed her eyes and began to drift off into a blissful slumber.

“You are mine.” Said she.

An hour later, the three lovers had been covered by a blanket by the sentient room, soft snores permeated the air as a gentle music drifted from the record player in the corner and wrapped around the sleeping forms with magic.

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aurumacadicus · 3 months

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Alright my friends, it's time to choose the book for February! Our theme for the month: Romance! I'm not original. However, the bar for romance was skimming the floor and so we have a wide variety of titles to choose from! If you'd like to join the book club, send me a message and I'll send you the link to our Discord! The summaries for the titles are under the cut!

Jane Steele by Lyndsay Faye

Reader, I murdered him. A Gothic retelling of Jane Eyre. Like the heroine of the novel she adores, Jane Steele suffers cruelly at the hands of her aunt and schoolmaster. And like Jane Eyre, they call her wicked - but in her case, she fears the accusation is true. When she flees, she leaves behind the corpses of her tormentors. A fugitive navigating London's underbelly, Jane rights wrongs on behalf of the have-nots whilst avoiding the noose. Until an advertisement catches her eye. Her aunt has died and the new master at Highgate House, Mr Thornfield, seeks a governess. Anxious to know if she is Highgate's true heir, Jane takes the position and is soon caught up in the household's strange spell. When she falls in love with the mysterious Charles Thornfield, she faces a terrible dilemma: can she possess him - body, soul and secrets - and what if he discovers her murderous past?

Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who's ever been chosen. That's what his roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he's probably right. Half the time, Simon can't even make his wand work, and the other half, he starts something on fire. His mentor's avoiding him, his girlfriend broke up with him, and there's a magic-eating monster running around, wearing Simon's face. Baz would be having a field day with all this, if he were here — it's their last year at the Watford School of Magicks, and Simon's infuriating nemesis didn't even bother to show up. Carry On - The Rise and Fall of Simon Snow is a ghost story, a love story and a mystery. It has just as much kissing and talking as you'd expect from a Rainbow Rowell story - but far, far more monsters.

Howl’s Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones

Sophie has the great misfortune of being the eldest of three daughters, destined to fail miserably should she ever leave home to seek her fate. But when she unwittingly attracts the ire of the Witch of the Waste, Sophie finds herself under a horrid spell that transforms her into an old lady. Her only chance at breaking it lies in the ever-moving castle in the hills: the Wizard Howl's castle. To untangle the enchantment, Sophie must handle the heartless Howl, strike a bargain with a fire demon, and meet the Witch of the Waste head-on. Along the way, she discovers that there's far more to Howl—and herself—than first meets the eye.

Forget Me Not by Alyson Derrick

A romantic ode to the strength of love and the power of choosing each other, against odds and obstacles, again and again. What would you do if you forgot the love of your life ever even existed? Stevie and Nora had a love. A secret, epic, once-in-a-lifetime kind of love. They also had a plan: to leave their small, ultra-conservative town and families behind after graduation and move to California, where they could finally stop hiding that love. But then Stevie has a terrible fall. And when she comes to, she can remember nothing of the last two years—not California, not coming to terms with her sexuality, not even Nora. Suddenly, Stevie finds herself in a life she doesn’t quite understand, one where she’s estranged from her parents, drifting away from her friends, lying about the hours she works, dating a boy she can’t remember crushing on, and headed towards a future that isn’t at all what her fifteen-year-old self would have envisioned. And Nora finds herself…forgotten. Can the two beat the odds a second time and find their way back together when “together” itself is just a lost memory?

Caught in a Bad Fauxmance by Elle Gonzalez Rose

A fresh, fun contemporary rom-com from debut author Elle Gonzalez Rose, about an aspiring artist who agrees to fake date one of his family’s longtime enemies in the hopes of gathering intel good enough to take down their rivals once and for all. Devin Baez is ready for a relaxing winter break at Lake Andreas. That is, until he runs into his obnoxious next-door neighbors the Seo-Cookes, undefeated champions of the lake’s annual Winter Games. In the hope of finally taking down these long-time rivals, the Baezes offer up their beloved cabin in a bet. Reckless? Definitely. So when annoyingly handsome Julian Seo-Cooke finds himself in need of a fake boyfriend, Devin sees an opportunity to get behind enemy lines and prove the family plays dirty. As long as Devin and Julian’s families are at war, there’s only room for loathing between them. Which is a problem because, for Devin, this faux game of love is feeling very real.

Eyes Like Stars by Lisa Mantchev

All her world's a stage. Bertie Shakespeare Smith is not an actress, yet she lives in a theater. She's not an orphan, but she has no parents. She knows every part, but she has no lines of her own. That is, until now. Enter Stage Right NATE. Dashing pirate. Will do anything to protect Bertie. COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, and PEASEBLOSSOM. Four tiny and incredibly annoying fairies. BERTIE'S sidekicks. ARIEL. Seductive air spirit and Bertie's weakness. The symbol of impending doom. BERTIE. Our heroine. Welcome to the Théâtre Illuminata, where the actors of every play ever written can be found behind the curtain. They were born to play their parts, and are bound to the Théâtre by The Book, an ancient and magical tome of scripts. Bertie is not one of them, but they are her family, and she is about to lose them all and the only home she has ever known. Lisa Mantchev has written a debut novel that is dramatic, romantic, and witty, with an irresistible and irreverent cast of characters who are sure to enchant the audience. Open Curtain

#polls #book club

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Malleus Info Compilation part 12: Malleus, Deuce and Riddle

Malleus and Deuce have the occasional overlap: In a Halloween voice over Deuce describes Malleus as “even more gallant than usual" in his costume, and Deuce is Malleus’ judge in Culinary Crucible.

In a vignette Cater sends Malleus to Deuce to fix a technological issue that Malleus has and Deuce, initially, prepares to brawl.

(Note: when Malleus summons fire to help dry out the damp inner workings of the device, the color of the flames are orange on NA but they were originally blue on JP. Visual changes are usually corrections of mistakes made on JP due to oversight or time constrictions. It is my theory that the blue fire is supposed to be unique to Grim, Idia and Ortho because it is not normal fire, making it a continuity error that Malleus had been able to summon whatever it is with plain fire magic. Hence the correction for NA.)

Deuce successfully fixes Malleus’ device and Malleus explains how fully mechanical objects are rare in Briar Valley, as “most of what we use is technomancy”, and how he barely remembers any of his childhood. Malleus gifts deuce with a rare ore for his help.

Malleus’ treasure is revealed to be a tamagotchi-style digital toy called “Roaring Drago” that Lilia got for him as a souvenir “during one of his sojourns to another land”, and his wish in the “Wish Upon a Star” event is “for Roaring Drago to make a friend”.

Idia grants this wish by ordering another one online. Roaring Drago is name-dropped in the Firelit Sky event as well. (Twisted Wonderland equivalents of Roaring Drago were released in January of 2021)

Malleus is also Deuce's interviewer for his third birthday vignette.

Like Malleus and Deuce, Malleus and Riddle also have the occasional overlap. While Deuce is Malleus' Culinary Crucible judge, Malleus is Riddle’s judge.

On the subject of Riddle's cooking Malleus says “the flavor and plating are both entirely pedestrian. Perhaps I expected too much.”

Malleus visits Riddle during Phantom Bride to thank him for fighting to save Lilia and Sebek in a conversation where we learn about “a classic Thorn Fairy anecdote” to do with frost and roses.

(this is covered in slightly more detail in novel, where Deuce shares a rumor that Malleus went to Heartslabyul on an errand and after he left, all the roses in the rose maze were found to be frosted over and wilted. It is also mentioned in FanBook 2, which says, "This is a reference to the part in Sleeping Beauty where the fairy Flora recommends disguising Aurora as a flower to hide her from Maleficent, but Merryweather cautions that Maleficient may send out a frost to kill all flowers in the land if they were to do so."

When Malleus says he suspects that Riddle must consider his conduct to be unbeffiting a leader Riddle responds, “Your position as prince of your land must come before your position as housewarden”.

Malleus concedes that as Briar Vallery’s heir apparent he “cannot enter into an engagement lightly, even on false pretense” (even to save Lilia and Sebek), but says Riddle lacks “a certain…majesty”.

Malleus fastens one of the roses that Riddle had pruned onto Riddle’s lapel, saying, “If you are king of this rose garden, you must carry yourself with a rose’s strength and nobility”.

When Silver expresses concern for Lilia and Sebek, Malleus says he has full confidence in Riddle. Silver is surprised at how much faith Malleus has in Riddle’s abilities and Malleus says, “Faith? I am merely acknowledging the truth. After all, he is…the king of Heartslabyul.”

#twstmalleus #twstfacts #malleusfacts #Malleus Draconia #twisted wonderland

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hello ^^, i saw your secret soulmate au about craig, i don't have the words to explain how much i giggled, twirled my hair and everything XD! well, when you have the time, could you do a craig x clyde x reader smut? of course, if you feel comfortable with it! reader can be female or gn. it's practically normal smut but just craig fucking the reader from behind and clyde from the front, so that's it! tysm for reading, i love your writing too! <33 -✨️ Anon (I'm still new to tumblr so i might get confused on some things sometimes!)

Completely understandable, I too am confused with how tumblr works and I've been on this godless site since fucking Dash Con. I'm glad you liked the way I wrote those dorks! And thank you for fueling my Clyde agenda!

Warning: NSFW, Strong-Language, Dirty Talk, Slight Sub/Dom dynamics, blow jobs, orgasm denial, threesome

Pairing: Clyde x Fem!Reader x Craig

The sweet air of the votives swirls around the empty church. Empty except for the dim orange and red light that illuminates the book in the man's hand.

A woman at his feet, clothed in fine silks. A mix of reds and whites that twine together. Beautiful patterns of stars flow across the dress.

She dips her head in prayer alongside the man. The father of the church glides his fingers across her cheek as her mouth closes. Reciting scriptures of one's devotion for an unseen God. Everything in that moment was peaceful.

The warmth in the Father's eyes doesn't go unnoticed, the greens darken with a desire that he knows better than to have. It's difficult to hide the growing ache in his pants. More so when the woman's lips curl into a mischief smile, the warm glow of the candles makes them shine with an otherworldly glow. She looks up at him and her eyes fall deep into those pools of lust. Her hands break apart from that folded prayer and onto his black dress pants. They card up further against his thighs where they settle and clutch the material.

"Father, bless me...", a whisper that makes the Father groan.

Temptation never looked so sweet. This woman made his chest pound. Unholy thoughts flood his mind and go straight to his-

You let out a loud groan. Your forehead drops and hits the table beside your keyboard. The forgotten mug with now cold tea rattles.

Writer’s block, the very bane of any author’s existence. It's been haunting you for weeks now, making it impossible to get anything done. You've been stuck on this part of your romance novel the entire time. A part you were so excited to get to!

The buildup was perfect! You had calculated, plotted, and carefully crafted a budding romance between a witch and a holy man. A forbidden romance that took place within the walls of the church, the furthest outside the walls it went were the gardens that surrounded the area. The two fell in love after he saved her from the townsfolk claiming sanctuary.

Inspiration struck you like lightning after you fell in love with your partners. After publishing a sci-fi series, that honestly changed the name of how science fiction would be written forever, you met two fans at a book signing event. You had made a surprise appearance at a local library in some little town called South Park. Coming from the big city yourself, it was a huge surprise that anyone in the little town would actually be a fan of yours.

Apparently, you had quite a few. A man with bright red hair who had a black-haired man following alongside him. Both gushed about how the story inspired some kind of board game they played with their friends. A sweet blond woman who had the cutest southern accent you've ever heard. She gave you a piece of fan mail that had the most adorable sticker on it. Another black-haired man who dressed as Spock for some reason. He went on for a solid thirty minutes about a fanfic he wrote regarding the main character of your book and Star Trek's very own Captain Kirk.

Finally came the oddest duo you had ever met. The two were like day and night, a cat and a dog, fire and ice; the whole nine yards. A bright smile with baby brown eyes on one, and an ice-cold deadpan look with amber eyes to match on the other. At first you thought the brown-haired one was your fan and the man with the blue hat was just along for the ride.

"Haha! No way! I'm not into that..." He paused as if to stop himself from saying something he shouldn't, "...kinda stuff."

"That kind of stuff?" You repeat back at him, raising a brow.

"He means reading. He doesn't know how." The other spoke putting a hand on top of his head. With a little push he forced the brown-haired man's head down.

You giggled at that. The protests coming from the poor man was comical. You almost felt sorry for him, watching him struggle to move the taller man's hand off.

"Then I take it I'm signing this book out to you?" With a click of your pen, you look up at him.

The NASA jacket on the bright blue sleeves of his jacket should have given it away honestly. There's was a small tinge of a blush on his tan cheeks, almost hidden under the skin tone but you were able to make it out under the light. He looked away for a moment before nodding at you.

"Yeah."

"Name?"

"His name is Craig! He's a huge fan of yours by the way! So, if you could write something sweet for him that'd be awesome!" His friend chirped at you as he broke free from Craig's grip.

Craig's face twisted, those piercing eyes of his narrowed down. Before he could reach and grab him, the brown-haired man slid behind your chair. Putting his hand on your chair, he bent down to your level and tapped the blank white page.

"As you can see my big guy has a baaaaaad case of resting bitch face."

"Clyde..." the warning that slipped out of Craig's mouth made a shiver roll down your spine. It was even directed at you, and you felt threatened.

"So, you gotta imagine my surprise when he came home smiling! I was shocked! He didn't even smile when we started going out!" Clyde ignored him, an attest to his bravery. Or foolishness. Either way he continued, leaning down next to your ear. "Your book made him so happy, so it makes me happy. Think you could do that for me? Because he'll never ask you to do it for him."

You look up at him for a while, not even bothered that he had gotten closer to your face as he spoke. The browns in his eyes flickered with mischief but there were layers of love behind them. Chocolate that seemed to melt into tiny hearts when he spoke about Craig. It was honestly sweet, even if he was trying to tease his partner.

"How can I say no to that? I'd love to." You smiled at him and began writing on the empty page.

Yeah, who would have thought that fate would tie you to those two like that. Falling in love with Craig and Clyde was nothing like what they wrote in books or movies. It was a tornado of events that landed you in the eye of it all.

Despite their polar opposite personalities and looks, the two worked off each other well. Then when you got thrown in the middle, you filled in a little spot they desperately needed.

Clyde was social enough for the three of you. He was the one who reminded you and Craig that you needed to get out of the house. When you lock yourself away in your office, he would drag you out with a fun date idea. Movie nights, football games, arcade dates, and his favorite late-night walks. Doing the same to Craig who always seemed buried in work.

Craig gave off such scary dog privilege that you and Clyde never felt threatened. You could take those late-night walks with Clyde because you knew nothing would touch you with Craig following close behind.

That was nice sure, but under that scary looking shell was a soft teddy bear of a man. While he wasn't vocal with affection like Clyde, he was observant. Craig remembered everything, everything about you and Clyde's interests. If he saw something you mentioned in passing it was yours. Clyde needed new shoelaces because the ones on his favorite pair of red shoes were tearing? There was a new pack waiting for him on the table. You complained about the shift key on your keyboard sticking too much? An adorable keyboard that looked like a typewriter was found on your desk the next morning.

Then there was you. You have no idea how these two survived this long without you. Truth be told they don't either. Craig and Clyde couldn't cook to save their lives. Their diet consisted of diner food and Chinese takeout. While their house was clean enough, laundry was never put away or folded. Clyde was horrible at putting his dirty laundry in the bin and Craig was too tired most nights to even make it to bed. The final straw was when you took a shower, and their only soap was 3 in 1.

Absolutely not.

So, when you moved in things changed. When Craig was at work, you would take Clyde grocery shopping. Slowly you started him on simple dishes, working with him until he was comfortable in the kitchen. What was surprising was that he took to it quickly. He was a natural and before you knew it, he was cooking things you had never heard of. He had gone as far as looking up Peruvian dishes, practicing with spices and techniques that had your mouth watering. When you asked how he learned to do all of this, he gave you the biggest grin and told you it was YouTube.

When Craig came home that night to Chupe de Camarones it was the closest to crying you've ever seen from him.

Clyde really stepped up after that, feeling a sense of pride in taking care of you two. Seeing as you worked just as hard as Craig did. Clyde proclaimed something about being more than happy to be a malewife.

In return Craig started taking better care of himself, actually starting to care about his health. He stopped staying up so late and made use of the giant bed. Clean sheets and blankets that felt good on his skin. Even better that you and Clyde would be in it waiting for him. Clyde long passed out on your chest, a bit of drool sliding down the side of his face and onto your shirt. Not that you seemed to care as you just continued to read next to the little bedside lamp. Only pausing when you felt Craig's presence in the doorway.

Craig's smiles were rare, little treats from the universe to you. Ones like these where he smiles with love in his eyes. Where he kicks off his shoes and strips down to his boxers, crawling into bed next to you. Arms wrapping around Clyde and with a hand settling on your hips. A silent squeeze lets you know it's time to put the book down and join him.

How can you say no to a smile like that?

Of course, not every day was perfect. Your relationship took time to hash out. It was different being with two individuals at the same time, but you made it work. The three of you were committed to one another.

Now if only you could commit to this fucking scene.

Your head’s little meet and greet with the table must have been louder than you thought because whatever Clyde was yelling about in the living room stopped. It was one of the rare weekends where Craig was home and off work. Choosing to spend it watching some show with Clyde, listening to the man ramble on about something.

So wrapped up in your thoughts, you let out a scream when you finally lift your head and Clyde is right there beside you. His body bent over just like the day you met him. With his hand on the back of your chair and his face next to yours. Except instead of using, you as a shield from Craig, he's reading your computer screen.

While he doesn't understand what it takes to be an author, he sees the effect it has on you. Days like this where you take on the posture of a shrimp, forgetting to come out to eat.

His lips start pursed, but as he continues to scan over the screen they break out into a smirk. He covers his mouth in a fake surprise, a gasp with widened eyes.

"Babe! This is...scandalous! Spicy, naughty even! What are you doing writing something like this?" His dramatic act continues, forming some feign surprise.

"What are you doing using words with more than one syllable?" You shoot back with a little smirk.

It takes everything in your power not to laugh at the actual pout on his face. Try as you might, the giggles escape your lips, and it makes him smirk. He leans down and nuzzles his nose into your cheek.

"Maybe you're starting to rub off on me babe! I'm getting smarterer with you around!" You know he said that word wrong on purpose, just to get under your skin.

But he kisses you quiet before you can say anything. Holds your face in his hands so you can't pull away. You can taste the cherry chapstick on his lips, and the growing smile along with it.

"So, what's got you bashing your head into your desk baby? Craig and I heard a thump and got worried." He moves the kisses towards your forehead.

"Was it that loud?"

"Heard it over the tv." Craig's voice almost makes you leap out of your skin.

You bite your lip, looking down at the keyboard with a distant stare. The faded green and blue, spots where your fingers had smudged away the paint from typing so much.

"I'm just having trouble with this scene. I've been stuck on it for weeks now." You exhale softly.

Craig raises a brow and leans down on the other side of you. Both Clyde and Craig bent over to take a look at your screen. You're not sure why the fact both men reading your unfinished work makes you feel nervous, but it does. Or maybe it's the fact this is your first time writing a spicy scene like this.

"It's good. Never would have thought you'd go the Priest kink route." Craig says it so matter of fact, there's never hesitation in his voice. You can count on one hand the number of times you've seen him flustered, and even then, his tone is flat.

"I-I’m not into it! I just- you guys are only reading a snippet of my book! There's been a romance blossoming between the two the whole time!" You try to defend yourself, but it only makes Clyde's lips tug into a smirk.

The temptation to tease you was too great, it was being handed to him on a silver platter. Clyde leans up and walks next to Craig, leaning into his chest. The man wraps his arms around himself and lets out a dramatic sigh.

"A forbidden love! A tale as old as time! But what I wanna know babe-" Clyde stops and lets the tension build. It makes you glare at him as you turn in your office chair. "-is why the witch's descriptions are reaaaally close to mine."

"That's a woman Clyde! She's got short brown hair because it was cut off when she was running from the townsfolk! Brown eyes are common and beautiful! There's not enough representation for them!"

"Aaaaaand her dimples?" He points to his, the little spots in his cheeks that sink in when he smiles. "Plus, my eyes are totally beautiful."

"It's not you!"

"Oh, and the Father isn't Craig. Tan skin, black hair? You gave the Father green eyes but other than that, it fits Craig to a T." Craig actually nods along with what Clyde is saying. He's got his eyes closed as if this is some kind of philosophical debate.

"Are you serious right now Clyde?! This is why you two aren't allowed in my study!" Your face was burning now, hot and flushed from his teasing.

"What did I do?" Craig breaks the little fight with a simple question.

"Nodding your head along! You know what he's doing and you're encouraging it!"

"So, you took inspiration from your partners in your romance story. It's cute." He responds with a shrug. He looks down at Clyde who's still smugly leaning against his chest.

Your mouth falls open, you go to respond but nothing makes its way out. Your brows furrow. Arms crossed under your chest in a pout.

Had you unintentionally based your characters off your partners? Is that why the romance novel was easy to write up until this point?

Whatever the case may be here, you didn't like being called out. So, you do what you always do when they get like this, you turn in your chair and ignore them.

Usually this works, let's them know that you're not in the mood for their games. That you'd rather be left alone than entertain another minute of their shenanigans. But this time Clyde wasn't going to let you go. He grabs the back of your seat and wheels you back towards him and Craig.

"Baaaaabe don't pout. Look I'm sorry~." No, he's not. "But hey I've got an idea."

You let out a little huff, enough to where he knows you're not actually mad at him. If you were you would have picked your chair up and walked it back to your desk. Instead, you sit there and wait for him to continue.

"You're stuck on that scene, but I think you need a break. Sitting here and bashing your head against the table isn't going to fix that. Soooo..." He trails off, moving to stand in front of you.

His fingers glide across the side of your face, cupping your cheek so gently. Clyde guides your face up to look at him, behind that cocky smile of his he's got such love for you in his eyes. The way his thumb brushes across your cheek, making your heart flutter so slightly.

"What do you say Craig and I help you out a little babe?" Clyde guides your face up towards him. He presses his thumb against your lips just as his voice dips into that playful whisper.

You raise a brow at him in response. It's not until Craig puts his hand on your shoulders, that you piece together this wasn't just his idea. Thumbs pressed into your muscles working out the knots and tension. For such a hard worker, somehow Craig's hands always stay so soft. The worn-out oversized t-shirt you stole does little against his hands. The material is thin from how often it's been washed and worn.

His hands pull a soft moan from you, it feels too good to keep yourself silent. Clyde pushes his thumb past your lips and into your mouth, the digit presses down on your soft pink tongue. He all but purrs when watches you wrap your lips around it.

"See...let's work out some of that tension. We'll make you feel real good and give you a little inspiration." Clyde hums as he pulls his thumb out, smearing the saliva across your lips.

When he doesn't continue, you realize he's waiting for your confirmation. Waiting for you to agree to their little plan. But that doesn't stop Craig from bending down and placing a kiss on your cheek. He trails the kisses down to your jawline, using his nose to nudge your head to the side. Lulling your head to the side, you gave into the feeling. Craig's lips move to capture the exposed skin. You can feel just how eager he is from the way the kisses turn to nips then to full on bites. His teeth sinking into the soft parts of your flesh pulling another sharp gasp from you.

"Come on honey. Let us take care of you." After he's done leaving small love bites on your neck, Craig moves to your ear nipping the shell.

"Y-yeah that sounds...that sounds good." You move your hands up towards Craig, running your fingers through his hair. One of the rare moments he's not sporting his blue hat. "I could use a little break..."

"That's our girl." Clyde's praise goes straight to your core. He lifts you up from your office chair, hands cupping the back of your thighs for support. They give your thighs a little squeeze, digging his fingertips into your flesh.

Craig moves out of his way and goes to push your office chair back towards your desk. Clyde chuckles softly seeing the confused look on your face. Instead of protesting you wrap your arms around the brunette lazily throwing your arms around his neck.

"We're supposed to be relaxing, we're gonna get nice and comfy on the couch." He drops you down on the couch, making you bounce a bit. He laughs when you let out a gasp of surprise.

"You ass." Your grumbles fall on deaf ears. Clyde just runs his fingers through your hair and gives it a harsh tug. It makes you cry out, craning your neck up towards him.

"Sweetheart, that's not very nice. You're being a brat right now." He tuts, feigning disappointment.

"You dropped me on the-" You suck in another cry when he tugs your head to the side, that firm grip on your roots sending a shiver down your spine.

"Hm? You were saying something? I did what?"

Clyde's smug little smirk made your blood boil. But his fingers in your hair felt too good to protest further. Especially when he switched between tugging and massaging his fingertips into your scalp. You watched his eyes flicker from yours to behind you. Before you could turn around to get a glimpse of what he was staring at, Craig's hands slid down your back.

Gently, much more than Clyde, he pushes you down towards Clyde. His other hand comes down to grab your ankle, pulling your leg back towards him. Once your knee is tucked against the couch, he does the same to the other leg.

If your face wasn't burning up before it certainly is now. Just as you go to hold yourself up with your hands, Clyde removes his hand from your hair and takes you by the wrist. Guiding you up towards him, he places them on the hems of his sweatpants. The grey university sweatpants do little to hide his hardening cock, you watch it twitch against the fabric.

"This is about where you left off right? She was about to take the Father's cock out of his pants?" Clyde says watching as you slowly pull his sweatpants down. He lets out a low chuckle that turns into a moan when you slip your fingers around his cock. "That's it, now keep your eyes on me baby."

There's a moment of hesitation as you bring the tip closer to your mouth. The bright red tip glides across your plump lips begging for you to open. His hand returns to your hair, smoothing down your locks from his earlier manhandling.

The gentle touch makes you look up towards him, just like he requested. There really was something so intimate about those chocolate brown eyes of his. Past that smirk and layers of darkened lust, there was devotion. The feeling of your hands on him alone made him weak in the knees. You put that to the test, pressing just a little kiss on the tip. Dabbing your tongue against his leaking member. Just from that alone he's letting out the prettiest moans.

"Sh-shit, c’mon don't tease me." That cocky attitude of his melts. You almost laugh at how easy it is to break him down. He was puddy in your hands.

With a little hum you move your hand up and down his shaft, creating enough friction to make him buck his hips towards you. He nudges his cock further into your mouth, pushing past your lips. The underside of his cock glides down against your tongue, smearing the pre-cum along with it.

So caught up in your little game, you almost forgot about Craig behind you. Almost. It's hard to forget him when he's got his hands all over you. Large palms cupping any exposed skin. Craig takes his time exploring every curve he can get ahold of. His nose nuzzled into the back of your head. His breath tickling the shell of your ear. Just the sight of your mouth around Clyde's member alone is enough to make him growl.

Neither men are patient when it comes to you. Craig shoves whatever is left of your pajamas down and off you, he doesn't bother with your shirt as it'll pull you away from your lover. Instead, he decides it'll make the perfect handle. He bunches it up until it collects at the collar. His hands grip the shirt and tug it backwards, making your hips rock back into him.

Somewhere along the way he stripped away his pants. The barrier between the both of you was the thin material of your underwear and his dark blue boxers. While Craig wasn't as vocal as Clyde was, with his teasing and little whimpers, he could be just as unfair if not more.

Grinding against your cunt slowly, grabbing and groping at your ass the entire time. He digs his nails into your skin, leaving little crescent moons. Craig rewards good behavior not with sweet words, but by giving you what you so desperately want.

He waits until you've got all of Clyde's cock in your mouth before he finally shoves your underwear down. It makes it to your knees before he just decides to leave them there. Too many times he got impatient and just ripped them off, and too many times you scolded him for it.

The hand in your hair pulls you back from his cock. Clyde moves your head back just enough to where only the tip remains, then slowly he brings you back down. Pushing you all the way down his length until your nose hits his stomach. You watch as his muscles flex under his skin like he's trying to resist letting his head lull back. He needs so badly to keep his eyes on yours, loving the attention you're giving him.

"Your mouth feels so good." He whines when he reaches the back of your throat. You gag around him, and it pulls another whimper from him.

Your hand slides down his thighs, using it to hold you up. The other hand is still being held by Clyde's grip. His hand wrapped around your wrist, holding it up near his shoulder. Craig waits until Clyde rocks you back again, using the momentum to slip inside your wet folds. A pleased hum rumbles from his chest. You can feel it from how he's pressing his entire body against yours.

Just as slowly as Clyde moves your head, Craig pushes further into your cunt. The two find a slow and steady rhythm with one another. When Craig snaps his hips against you, it pushes Clyde's cock further down your throat. Your moans vibrating around him causing him to moan loudly in return. Clyde's whimpers and whines get louder when you dig your nails into his thighs. In return the grip on your hair is tightened. Creating this delicious cycle of pleasure.

"Baby, please. I wanna fuck your throat. You gonna let me? I need it so bad, please." Clyde's begging spurs something in you. Gives you the feeling of control even if you’re physically stuck between the two. From the beads of sweat that trail down his body and the way his body is shaking, you know he's at his limit.

You're able to pull back just enough, his cock springs up with a little bounce. Craig slows down just enough to let you talk, but you can tell he's not happy about it. The way his grip on your shirt tightens, you're sure he'll rip it soon.

"If I snap my fingers, you stop, okay?" You say giving him the okay. He caresses your face and presses a kiss onto your face, letting you know he understands the boundaries you've set.

At first, he's careful when he pushes his cock back into your mouth. You reward him with a swirl of your tongue, rubbing against the veins that are popping out.

"He's so needy." Craig huffs as he leans back up. The assault on your neck stops, but he's left it covered in bright red and purple marks. No amount of makeup will cover up what he's done.

You don't need to see him to know that he's smirking at it. Taking pride in the fact that he's marked you up. Or the pride making Clyde blush from his comment. Craig's hips snap back into you, the force much sharper than his previous lazy thrusts. They're calculated, each time he pushes deep inside you he hits that spot that has you seeing stars. Clyde's hips take up the same pace, shoving his cock into the back of your throat.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, trickling down your cheeks. Moans turn to muffled cries, yet everything feels too good to stop. They're rough paced fucking brings your mind to a haze. All you can focus on is feeling good and making them feel good.

Craig's close, you can tell from the way he starts to lose rhythm. He's having a harder time controlling those grunts and growls. A hard time not leaving bruises on your skin from how rough he's holding onto you. He's long since let your shirt go, instead grabbing onto the back of the couch. But he waits until he feels that familiar clench around his cock. The way your walls clamp down around him as you cum. The only warning being the high-pitched muffled moan that gets swallowed by Clyde.

His hips slam into you one more time before he pulls out. Grabbing the base of his cock, he shoots that hot thick load onto your back. Heavy amounts of cum drip down your spine making you whine and shiver. Clyde can't take his eyes off the way his partner paints your backside. It makes a trail of drool slip down his chin.

The poor man can't do it anymore, he can't stop his eyes from rolling up to the back of his head. Not when your moans vibrate up him and your throat tightens from choking on him. He needs this release.

"I'm gonna cum baby. Please, let me cum. Let me cum in your mouth." Clyde all but cries in between panting. His begging dissolves into your name and the word please over and over again.

His flickering eyes catch yours again. It's when you give him a little wink and a hum, his cock violently twitches and cum spills from his tip. His cum is sweeter than normal, it makes it easier to swallow.

Slowly he pulls out of your mouth with one final whimper. It isn't until Craig swipes his thumb over his cheek that you realize he had tears streaming down them. Clyde presses his cheek into Craig's hand and lets out a pleased sigh. Once he knows Clyde is okay, Craig stands up and goes to get a towel to help clean your back. He does the same to your face, swiping away the left-over tears.

"Feeling better?" Clyde asks as he helps pull your underwear up. "Nice and relaxed?"

You nod and rest your head against his chest. "You've got good ideas sometimes."

"I've got wrinkles on my brain." He smirks to himself, taking your little praise miles.

Craig comes back after tossing the towel in the dirty laundry with a large blanket. He throws it over both of you before climbing in next to you. He lays his head down on Clyde's and grabs the tv remote.

"Kitchen Nightmare or Hell’s Kitchen?"

"Kitchen Nightmares! I need some petty British accents after my orgasm denial!"

You scrunch up your nose at Clyde’s comment. Almost wanting to pull back. "Smooth brain behavior."

"Smooth brain behavior." Craig chimes in.

The three of you relax into the couch, almost ready for the group nap that comes with the afterglow of love making. That is until inspiration strikes you again. Your eyes light up and you go to wiggle out of their hold. But Craig's arms are faster, they keep you firm against his chest. Clyde's hands come down a moment later, cupping your hips.

"Nope. You're staying right here."

"Guys! No! I just figured out how I'm gonna get that chapter finished! You gotta let me go! I gotta do it!" Your pleads are wasted, like they're not even heard.

"No. You're warm and I'm tired."

"That's not my fault or my problem."

"I'm making it your problem. Sit still."

"You know Tucker bear isn't going to let go. You're fighting a losing battle babe." Craig at least has the decency to let Clyde finish before pinching him. You know Clyde's nickname for him makes him grumpy. His little yelp makes you giggle.

"Fine....at least until you fall asleep."

"Look if you think you can get out of his hold, then be my guest. You earned it at that point." Clyde's smirk returns. He throws his leg over yours and tucks it in between Craig's knees.

"Fuck you." Your eyes narrow up at him. He's not as slick as he thinks he is, trying to cage you in with a sleepy Craig.

"Again? So soon. You're insatiable babe. Let us recover first." Clyde presses a kiss into the top of your head, pulling back before you can headbutt him.

His hand guides your head back down onto his chest and he just chuckles. It doesn't take long before Craig is passed out with his head nuzzled into the curve of your waist. Holding you like a teddy bear against his chest. Clyde's smile grows when he sees you trying to fight off sleep. But it eventually takes you and you lose the battle. He turns the tv down just a bit, deciding to join the both of you.

That chapter can wait another day.

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Some Rotten Man: A Book of Bad Decisions by Maggie Clef (Preview)

The following is the first half of the prologue to the upcoming SCP Wiki interactive novel, Some Rotten Man, starring the Baddest Man in Hell, Alto Clef.

The story is a part of the W H O R E O F B L O O D canon, and should be considered separate but adjacent to other commonly known depictions of Clef, the Goddess, and SCP-166, as it was made from what @ashes-and-pudding and I loved most about the characters, and made into a new take.

With that all said, I hope you enjoy a preview of his better days:

(1686 words)

A strong breeze graced the two children on the cliff. One a kid, and one a fawn.

The kid stalked through the brush like a hunter, his two small hands in the shape of pistols. His footsteps were light. He knew his target was near. “Ya can’t hide forever, ya know I’ll getcha.” The warm, bright Grecian sun made his black fur feel even hotter. Sweat trickled down and stung his eye. “Come on out! No sense bein’ a sore lo-” The kid bleated slightly, as he felt two fingers press against his lower spine. “Bang! Gotcha!” The fawn smiled. The kid spun around just a little too slow as the fawn pressed two fingers against his chest. She mimicked the sounds of a gun firing.. Each imaginary bullet punctured the kid’s torso. “Gotcha again! You’re dead twice now. Good job.”

“Nuh-uh! I got armor!” The kid said, puffing his chest out. “I’m bulletproof!”

“Wh- no! That’s cheating! How’d you get that?!” She huffed, pouting as she looked at him in disbelief. “Cuz I’m the bad guy! I stole it offa lawman I shot down.”

“That’s not fair!”

“Yeah it is! I earned it! From when m-” The kid couldn’t finish. The fawn tackled him to the ground as she cracked a smile. “Shut up!” She laughed as they both hit the ground. “I put you in the ground fair and square, Alto!” The kid blows a raspberry at her. “Fuck you, Gaea.”

The fawn slapped him lightly across the snout, causing the kid to bleat. “Watch your mouth, Alto! I’m still the law around here, and I can bury you again.” “Yeah, and I’m an outlaw! No one kills the bad guy, he’s too tough!” “I just did!” “Well then why am I still here, dummy.” The kid stuck his tongue out at the fawn before she jabbed him right in the snout. “Ow! Quit it, I’m sensitive there.” She giggled. “Aw, looks like Mr. Outlaw is sensitive isn’t he?” The kid lapsed into an embarrassed but comfortable silence as they laid side by side, staring up at a blue summer sky. The cry of gulls filling the air.

It had been a few moments until the fawn broke the silence. “Hey Alto? Do you ever miss the Seventh Circle?” The kid was quiet for a bit. Dark memories lapped at the edge of his mind. “Naw… I- We weren’t very happy there. I just- I miss my family, I guess. The ones who didn’t make it, I mean.”

The fawn was silent, not sure what to say. “… How many?”

“... A lotta ‘em…” He sniffed, trying to hide it from her, despite already noticing. “I, uh, didn’t used to be the youngest, ya know.”

“… I’m so sorry, Alto.” She sat up, placing a supportive hand on his knee. The kid sat up, and looked off to the side. “Ain’t nothin’ you gotta be sorry for. You weren’t the ones that killed ‘em… but thanks.”

“Of course. I’m your friend, that’s what I’m here for.” She gave a reassuring smile. “At least you’re safe here, right?”

“Yeah… Yer safe with me too, ya got that? I ain’t lettin’ nothin’ happen to you.” He put on a tough look, the best a boy could do at his age. Even if it was all smoke, the fawn still smiled and drew the kid into a warm embrace. “Well, thank you for keeping me safe, Mr. Bad Guy.” The kid blushed as he felt her arms around his neck. He gingerly returned it with his arms around the small of her back. The fawn wished in her heart that he’d never let go. The kid broke the hug first, as he remembered what he spent all of last night doing. “Hey, uh… I made ya a lil somethin’.”

“Oh yeah? Like what?” The fawn tilted her head.

“C’mon, I left it over here so we wouldn’t mess it up when we were playin’.” He stood up, gave his hand to the fawn to pull her up to his level. He brought her near the edge of the cliff, where they often sat. “Ok, you wait here, just close your eyes, and hold out your hand. I’ll be right back.” “Alright!” She waited as she was told to. She could hear him curse under his breath in the distance, and fumble a bit. “You, uh, doing okay back there, Alto?”

“Yeah, yeah, just- fuck, hold on, I messed something up.” He responded, walking back over to her. Gaea could feel something land in her hand. “Alright, open yer eyes!”

She did. What lay in her hands was the worst flower crown she had ever seen; poorly knotted Bear’s Breeches.

“I hope ya like it!” The kid smiled, proud of his handiwork.

“I… I love it.” She looked up, giving him a genuine smile. She donned the crown alongside her fledgling antlers. Or rather, tried to, as it immediately fell apart.

“Aw shit! Come on!” The kid groaned, embarrassed. “I ain’t no good at this, am I?”

“Alto, don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? You know I still love it.” She sat down at the edge of the cliff, gathered the flowers, and got to work. “Here, we can fix it together. Come on, sit down with me, alright?” “Yeah, sure, I ain’t… very good at makin’ shit.” He sighed, sitting down and letting his legs swing off the side of the cliff. “I uh… hope it ain’t too shitty or nothin’.” “Not at all!... You uh… chose a heck of a flower to make this out of… We’d have to get rid of some of this mess…” She held it up for the kid, stripping the flower of the superfluous petals. ”Like this, see?”

The kid nodded and watched intently. “When you’re done with that, can I try again?”

“Of course! Almost done.” She smiled, handing the prepped flowers over to the kid. “There you go! Now, you just gotta put those stems through those stems, and keep on going till you reach around to the start.”

The kid focused on threading the stems through the other stems, the fawn only occasionally interjecting to fix a mistake or two. Soon enough, the kid wrapped the crown around the fawn’s head to measure, closed the loop, and placed the much-improved and much more stable flower crown on her head.

“There you go! See? Easy, right?” She smiled, bringing her hands together in a clap.

“Yeah, you’re really good at this… guess it comes free with bein’ a nature god.” He playfully punched her shoulder.

“Maybe, but I also just like making stuff in general.” She giggled, and put a single flower in-between the kid’s long ears.. “... Especially if it’s for you.”

The kid looked away and blushed hard. “... Thank ya, Gaea. I… can’t really do much. I’m not good at a lotta things. Besides, ya know.” He shaped his hand into a pistol and went ‘bang’. An imaginary bullet pierced the heart of a gull flying high overhead. “I just- I wanna take care of you, I guess. Like how you do for me.” “Yeah and I think you’re doing a great job.” The fawn hugged the kid’s arm. Her head rested on his shoulder as the both of them looked at the sea. The two enjoyed the silence. The cold breeze of the open air and the warmth of their bodies right next to each other. “... Hey Alto?” “Yeah?” “What do you wanna be when you’re older?” “I told ya, didn’t I?” The kid smiled, wide and bright. “I’m gonna go back to the Seventh Circle. And when I do, I’m gonna be the Baddest Man in Hell. I’m gonna show those rent-a-cops with their fuckin’ tacked on tin stars who’s hot shit.” “... Why?” The kid blinked. “Huh?” “Why do you wanna be ‘Bad Man’ anyways?” The kid had a fire in his voice as he spoke. A fire that always made the fawn weary. “I like you the way you are already.” The kid was quiet for a while. He looked at the fawn’s worried face. Concern etched all over her pretty eyes. He sighed. “Cuz I’d rather be a bad man than stuck as… ‘river trash’.” He looked away. Embarrassed or maybe just ashamed. “River scum can’t take care of their family, can’t stop when bad men wanna hurt ‘em. River scum can't do shit." “Alto…” The fawn grabbed a hold of the kid’s hand, gently. “And ‘sides…” He turned back to “I was already a bad man before you met me. I might as well try and be the baddest there is.” “... You wanna know something, Alto?” “What’s that?” “I don’t think you’re a bad guy.” She puts another flower on his ear. “I think you just try too hard to be one.”

The kid sat there. And said nothing. He did nothing. He merely looked off to the horizon.

“I hope I’ll always have a place in your life. I don’t want you going away forever.” “Of course you will! When I’m the meanest, baddest sumbitch in Hell, I’ll do whatever I want. I’ll get a whole world just for you! Just for the both of us!”

The fawn giggled. “You don’t gotta! I think I like this world just as it is already.” “Maybe… but I think you deserve better.” “... You know, you can always just stay here, right? You don’t have to go anywhere. You, your family, you’ll always have a place right here, with me.” “Yeah… yeah… I know…” the kid was aloof. His thoughts elsewhere.

The fawn pouted once more, and thought of a way to get him out of his stupor. She leaned in quick, and pecked him right on the cheek.

“Wh-” the kid bleated once more, his face beet-pink. She simply giggled. “C’mon, Mr. Bad Guy. We gotta get dinner ready.”

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I wanna tell y’all a story. A story about my papa. The Gunslinger. The Baddest Man in Hell. Agent Ukulele. Angel Eyes. The Anti-Type Green. Doctor Clef.

This is a story of how he dies.

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Some Rotten Man will release during this Halloween's ANTHOLOGY! Want to read more right fucking now? Hit me up in DMs to become a beta reader!

#also “Kid” means both “child” AND “baby goat” in this context #scp #scp foundation #scp wiki #alto clef #clef #dr clef #dr. clef #scp 166 #maggie #the goddess #Some Rotten Man #WH0RE 0F BL00D #writers on tumblr #preview

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knightwithakay · 9 months

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Now that I've finally had time to sit down and read it, please allow me to recommend Stars, Hide Your Fires by Jessica Best!

A gloriously multicolor sci-fi queer romance accurately pitched as "Knives Out in space", this book has a cast of characters all worthy of their own spin-offs and a cleverly ticking mystery at its heart.

You can read the plot bits elsewhere, I won't get bogged down in em. Here's what I love: this is sci-fi with a beating heart. In Stars, Hide Your Fires no one is an island, even in space; I was strongly reminded of Becky Chamber's Wayfarers, with its complex and complicated communities of people who are just trying to make it through the day. (The space day. It is, still, a sci-fi novel, with delightful diversions on the food they eat, the way transit works, interplanetary commerce, and of course, space cussin'.)

Our hero is charming, and practical, and relatable, and funny sometimes to her own detriment, and has some growing to do. Our romance is complicated For Plot Reasons, but built on mutual respect and admiration and food-sharing (not how you'd expect!). Our perspective is one in which we have all the clues, if we can put them together fast enough-- for one delightful moment I was one step ahead of Cass as I called a plot twist, only to realize with dawning horror exactly what that meant for the narrative--

Our story is one with a satisfying ending and room still for expansion. I know I'll enjoy going back to this one again and finding all the hints I missed, and just living in this universe for a little while.

Recommended for: Fans of The Starship Iris (duh), Becky Chambers readers, people with intense feelings about AOS Jim Kirk, anthropologists disappointed by lazy sci-fi cultures, lesbians with a competence kink, cosplayers who enjoy a challenge, and you, if you're reading this.

Oh, why is this an audio post? Because this is a song based on the book we recorded and I thought it would be neat. :)

#stars hide your fires #starship iris #book recommendations #queer books #sci fi books

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idiopathicsmile · 1 year

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I was starting to get nervous about how much social media posting I’m gonna need to do in the coming months so I made a little friend.

Meet Tiny Cass! She's about two inches tall and made of Sculpey Premo, which is a polymer clay that hardens in the oven. Her full-size novel character counterpart is the star of my upcoming YA mystery STARS, HIDE YOUR FIRES.

Tiny Cass’s main job is to hang out on my desk and encourage me to be less self-deprecating. Book Heroine Cass’s job is…a little different! (She steals jewelry, mostly.)

(If anyone has any interest in seeing how the clay figurine came together, I took photos along the way and can post a little how-to guide.)

STARS, HIDE YOUR FIRES is out July 11th. In the meantime, if a sapphic YA mystery in space sounds up your alley, you would really be doing me a solid by preordering the book here or pretty much wherever books are sold!

#shyf #shyfblogging #stars hide your fires novel

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iriscasefiles · 6 months

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I got a copy of Stars, Hide Your Fires as a gift and it's on my tbr, and then I was recommended to listen to TSCOSI (which I just started this weekend and love) and now I find out you wrote both! extra looking forward to SHYF now

so glad you're enjoying the show! and hope you enjoy the novel!

#shyfblogging

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rphelperblog · 1 year

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Stalking Jack the ripper book quote rp meme

book series by Kerri Maniscalco - feel free to change or edit change pronouns for rp purposes

“Roses have both petals and thorns, my dark flower. You needn’t believe something weak because it appears delicate. Show the world your bravery.”

“I think you’ve broken one of my ribs. Was that really necessary? Next time you tackle me, be sure it’s in one of our bedchambers.”

“Everyone deserved to live freely and in honor of themselves. A basic right should not be a luxury.”

“She’s the muscle. I’m clearly the charm.”

“Curiosity was a disease that plagued me, and I'd yet to find a cure.”

“Hearts were beautifully fierce yet fragile things.”

“One fact was slowly taking shape: I was in jeopardy of admiring him against my better judgment.”

“If you can dream without limits, you can soar to great heights. Let the magic of your imagination set you free.”

“No matter how much death and horror existed, there were still things of beauty left to find.”

“You’re both so intelligent in matters involving the mind, but the heart? It’s as if beings from other galaxies are puzzling out fried potatoes.”

“Sometimes you need to stand out in order to blend in.”

“Life was beautiful even during the darkest hours.”

“Mistakes were a learning experience, not the end of the universe.”

“Monsters were supposed to be scary and ugly. They weren't supposed to hide behind friendly smiles and well-trimmed hair.”

“What is a man's soul made of that a woman's is not?”

“Diamonds were everything I hoped to be; beautiful, yet containing unimaginable strength.”

“The world is neither kind nor is it cruel. It simply exists. We have the ability to view it however we choose.”

“Our hearts are curious things. So sentimental and easily misguided. Pull the right strings or snap the correct cords, and poof!”

“Most stories are too good to be true. That's what makes them enchanting.”

“Magic is science. It’s simply a fancier term for showing people the impossible is attainable.”

“Let's play act a murder,”

“I’d like to see you carry on with a corset digging its bones into your rib cage, and manage a skirt still covering most of your breeches and whipping around your thighs in this wind.”

“Always foster and grow that unquenchable curiosity of yours."

“Perhaps you should comment on the excellent cut of my suit. I look rather handsome today as well. Don’t you think?”

“Pretend I am as capable as a man? Please, sir, do not value me so little!”

“Passion and annoyance were fire, and fire was alive and crackling with power.”

“I wondered how I could appear so whole and serene on the outside when inside I was thrashing with turbulence.”

“Do not turn your back on a love that could jump the barrier between life and death.”

How exceptionally wonderful for him. I wished them both a lifetime of misery with ill-mannered children. I swallowed my annoyance down and plastered on a smile. “

“Pretending a monster wasn't there didn't make it go away. It only made one vulnerable to its attack.”

“Let’s have some wine and dance inappropriately. You’ve already dressed the part for me—let’s take advantage.”

“For there are no limits to the stars; their numbers are infinite. Which is precisely why I measure my love for you by them. An amount too boundless to count.”

“Love strangles intelligence, even in the best of us.”

“Humans were the true monsters and villains, more real than any novel or fantasy could invent.”

“Monsters were in the eye of the beholder. And no one wanted to discover their hero was the true villain of the story.”

“I refuse to believe you've misinterpreted my affections. I am wholly in love with you. And it is permanent.”

“Monsters are only as real as the stories that grant them life. And they only live for as long as we tell those tales.”

“You are yours to give.”

“I’ve already fallen hard. Perhaps you should have warned me sooner.”

Most people ignore what’s right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want

“Those who deserve respect are given it freely. If one must demand such a thing, he'll never truly command it.”

“There’s nothing better than a little danger dashed with some romance.”

“Fear is a hungry beast. The more you feed it, the more it grows.”

“I love you... More than all the stars in the universe. In this life and ever after. I love you.”

“Wield your assets like a blade. No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that.”

“The dead speak to those who listen. Be quieter than even them.”

“Some ghosts should remain good and buried,”

“Seeing the truth was never easy, especially when it revealed those closest to us could be monsters hidden in plain sight.”

“People were always providing in death what they would not do in life, it seemed.”

“Someone screamed; perhaps it was me. Though it would have made me happier if it were him.”

“Death was not prejudiced by mortal things such as station or gender. It came for kings and queens and prostitutes alike, often leaving the living with regrets.”

So there will be no children or any beautiful paradise in our future. Most of the time I cannot even tolerate his presence. His arrogance is… I don’t know. Annoying.”

Your association with me is growing more beneficial by the hour. Your intelligence is quite… attractive,”

“Sit here and I’ll rock you gently until you or I or both fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you talk to me about what’s really troubling you? What emotional dilemma needs sorting out?”

No man has invented a corset for our brains. Let them think they rule the world. It’s a queen who sits on that throne. Never forget that. There’s no reason you can’t wear a simple frock to work, then don the finest gown and dance the night away. But only if it pleases you.”

“I needed no man to empower me. I had my father to thank for that much; his absence in most everyday things had prepared me well enough to stand on my own.”

“Whenever I scared him, he turned into some foreign person. One who was both frightening and frightened at once.”

“One needn’t be strong in only physical matters—a strong mind and will were fierce to behold as well. “

“Most people ignore what's right before their eyes. They believe they see, but oftentimes only view what they want.”

“If you wish to go, I’ll never make you stay. I might not do and say the proper thing all the time, but I do know that I love you enough to set you free.”

“We women could be called creatures, if only the men who said such careless words accepted our claws were fearsome things when we decided to scratch.”

#open to all #open to anyone #open rp #ask meme #rp meme #open meme #open to anybody #roleplay meme #ask prompt #memes #stalking jack the ripper #kerri maniscalco #book rp meme #book quote meme #booktube #book rp #young adult books

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Fic: Extracted Notes from the Journal of One of the Saviors of Baulder's Gate.

IN CASE OF COMPLETE MEMORY LOSS

SECTION: PEOPLE YOU NEED TO KNOW

LAST UPDATED: 1494 DR

Shadowheart: half-elf, black hair usually kept in a braid

Cleric: don’t know what God, doesn’t want to talk about it. You’re 75% sure you know who it is, but writing it down might get her in trouble, so you’re gonna have to start from scratch. Sorry.

I’d give you a hint and say it’s a God you don’t like, but you don’t like any Gods.

Saved her from a pod in Natoiloid. She’s grateful about it.

It wasn’t hard to do, don’t think too much of yourself for it.

Likes Night Orchids and can’t swim.

You don’t know if you can swim and you’re not sure how to find out. Ask Wyll?

Lae’zel: Githyanki, usually found attending to her weapons at camp

Fighter: You also met her on the nautiloid

Note: she’s Githyanki. They’re from the Astral plane, have a lot of experience with Mind Flayers. She’ll tell you more about them if you ask but she might be mad you forgot so specify you forgot due to your brain, not because you didn’t listen.

Honest.

Probably as confused as you are but hides it better.

You have an unofficial system that if you don’t know something everyone else knows, she’ll nod if she knows, and she’ll tell you about it later and vice versa. You have never discussed this agreement, it’s just a thing.

Once confused one of your headaches for turning into a Mind Flayer. If it happens again, remind her of the scar on your head. Unless you’re actually turning into a mindflayer in which case, let her kill you; she’ll be quick about it.

Don’t leave her and Shadowheart alone together, they’ll either kill each other or fuck and you’re not sure the odds of each.

There was a thing on the nautiloid. It’s really not important.

Best to ask questions you need short answer to.

Gale: Human, has a beard, often reading.

From Waterdeep. Former Chosen of Mystra.

You don’t like Mystra and not just because she’s a God. Ask literally anyone other than Gale why.

Wizard: found him stuck in a portal after the crash.

Has a tressym named Tara. You don’t know what a tressym is, and it feels too late to ask.

Lae’zel doesn’t know either.

Special diet: ask him for more info. He’ll tell you. On your camp supplies page, you’ve starred things that you can give him.

Do not tell Astarion about the items you have starred. He does not need to know about them and he will be upset at you for “wasting” them.

Best to ask questions you need a detailed answer to.

Astarion: elf, pale, curly white hair.

From the Gate. Escaped a bad living situation (not writing down more for privacy).

Rogue: met him when the Natoiloid crashed. He tried to rob you at knifepoint, you headbutted him in the face. It’s fine now.

Was once a magistrate. He does know legal theory, but you don’t know how correct it is.

You two share murder mystery novels. Ask him where you two left off, though you’ll probably have to start the novel over.

Yes, the books are bad. Yes, that is on purpose. It will make sense later.

Special diet: ask him for more info. He won’t want to tell you, but he’ll do it anyway. Remind him you have an agreement.

A liar, but don’t hold it against him. So are you.

Wyll: human but with horns, one missing eye

From the Gate, current “Blade of the Frontiers”

He named himself that. You didn’t know that was a thing you could do until you met him.

Warlock. Patron is a bitch. Met him protecting the Grove and teamed up if you agreed to hunt down Karlach.

Don’t worry Karlach and him are fine now.

The horns are a sore spot. Don’t bring them up unless it’s a compliment. He earned them for a good reason.

His father is a Duke who threw him out. Wyll doesn't like to say anything bad about him.

Everyone else does when he’s not listening.

You wish you were more like him.

Karlach: tiefling, red, big, sometimes on fire

From the Gate, served time in Hell

Barbarian: met her over misunderstanding with Wyll. It’s fine now.

Don’t touch: she burns.

You’re trying to fix that.

If you’re badly wounded, she will pick you up afterwards and carry you to a healer. Try not to shocking grasp her as a reflex to the burns: if she’s touching you, it’s because you really need the help.

You might not notice the burns due to your pain tolerance. Try to pretend you do. It upsets everyone else when you don’t.

She likes teddy bears. Astarion can help stitch them up if you find any.

He’ll threaten to make you pay, but he never follows through.

Do make sure to keep giving him extra sewing supplies you find.

Halsin: elf, long hair, sturdy

From: Emerald Grove though you don’t know if he was raised there or not

Druid: met him breaking him out of prison.

He can turn into a bear sometimes. It’s neat.

He can turn into other things besides a bear but the bear is the most notable.

Makes the strongest tea in the entire camp. When you can’t sleep, ask him to brew some.

Ignore the double vision, it wears off after fifteen minutes.

You: if you want to know what you look like, find a reflective surface. If not, ask Astarion, he has a mirror.

From: no idea.

Sorcerer. You don’t know how your magic works but you’re figuring it out. .

Gale is trying to help but he’s as confused as you are.

You think you’re at least thirty. Best guess is 32 at youngest, 37 at oldest. Don’t ask anyone for their opinion on this except Gale and Wyll. Karlach too, maybe.

Actually, ask Astarion if you want to try not to laugh and need practice.

Heads up, you have nasty scars. Prepare yourself before you look. It’s a lot.

The others have seen them given the bathing situation on the road. It was awkward.

You also get headaches. There’s a scar that runs behind your right ear that doesn’t feel survivable. It’s probably the reason why. Only take healing if you can’t move: otherwise, darkness helps.

Never let anyone cast aid on you.

You killed a bard once. She did nothing to you and you woke up covered in her blood with her in pieces. Her name was Alfira and she’s dead because of you.

You’re not allowed to forget that.

You have her lute. You’re trying to learn the song she composed for her teacher: someone should remember it. See the dog eared page for notes on it.

You’re not a good person.

You want to be though.

#iz writes #dark urge #bg3 #balders gate 3 #durge #i will probs cross post this to Ao3 at some point but for now it lives here

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theladyragnell · 4 months

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20 for the book meme!

What was your most anticipated release? Did it meet your expectations?

I had a few I was majorly looking forward to this year! Including Alecto the Ninth, which was CRUELLY POSTPONED WITH NO NEW RELEASE DATE. I think my two most anticipated were System Collapse by Martha Wells and Paladin's Faith by T. Kingfisher. Oh, and Stars, Hide Your Fires by tumblr's own Jessica Mary Best/@idiopathicsmile! It was a great year for pre-orders! And all three absolutely met my expectations, two excellent entries in some of the best SFF series going on right now and a great novel debut from a fic author I already trusted.

#no literally #answered asks

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richincolor · 5 months

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Jessica's 2023 Favorites

It's always so hard to pick my favorite books of the year -- there were so many! I read poignant graphic novels that made me sob, lighthearted adventures that made me think, and heartfelt romances that I couldn't stop telling people about. I've narrowed my favorite reads this year down to three -- and I imagine they might be on your list too! We'd love to hear what you loved reading this year and what you look forward to reading next year. Anyway, without further ado...

In Limbo by Deb JJ Lee A debut YA graphic memoir about a Korean-American girl's coming-of-age story—and a coming home story—set between a New Jersey suburb and Seoul, South Korea.

Deborah (Jung-Jin) Lee knows she's different. Ever since her family emigrated from South Korea to the United States, she's felt her Otherness. For a while, her English isn't perfect. None of her teachers can pronounce her Korean name. Her face and her eyes—especially her eyes—stand out. As the pressures of high school ramp up, friendships change and end, and everything gets harder. Even home isn't a safe place, as fights with her mom escalate. Deb is caught in a limbo, with nowhere to go, and her mental health plummets.

But Deb is resilient. She discovers art and self-care, and gradually begins to start recovering. And during a return trip to South Korea, she realizes something that changes her perspective on her family, her heritage, and herself.

This stunning debut graphic memoir features page after page of gorgeous, evocative art, perfect for Tillie Walden fans. It's a cross section of the Korean-American diaspora and mental health, a moving and powerful read in the vein of Hey, Kiddo and The Best We Could Do.

The Wicked Bargain by Gabe Cole Novoa El Diablo is in the details in this Latinx pirate fantasy starring a transmasculine nonbinary teen with a mission of revenge, redemption, and revolution.

On Mar León-de la Rosa's 16th birthday, el Diablo comes calling. Mar is a transmasculine nonbinary teen pirate hiding a magical ability to manipulate fire and ice. But their magic isn't enough to reverse a wicked bargain made by their father and now el Diablo has come to collect his payment: the soul of Mar's father and the entire crew of their ship.

When Mar is miraculously rescued by the sole remaining pirate crew in the Caribbean, el Diablo returns to give them a choice: give up your soul to save your father by the Harvest Moon or never see him again. The task is impossible--Mar refuses to make a bargain and there's no way their magic is any match for el Diablo. Then, Mar finds the most unlikely allies: Bas, an infuriatingly arrogant and handsome pirate -- and the captain's son; and Dami, a genderfluid demonio whose motives are never quite clear. For the first time in their life, Mar may have the courage to use their magic. It could be their only redemption -- or it could mean certain death.

Highly Suspicious and Unfairly Cute by Talia Hibbert Bradley Graeme is pretty much perfect. He's a star football player, manages his OCD well (enough), and comes out on top in all his classes . . . except the ones he shares with his ex-best friend, Celine.

Celine Bangura is conspiracy-theory-obsessed. Social media followers eat up her takes on everything from UFOs to holiday overconsumption--yet, she's still not cool enough for the popular kids' table. Which is why Brad abandoned her for the in-crowd years ago. (At least, that's how Celine sees it.)

These days, there's nothing between them other than petty insults and academic rivalry. So when Celine signs up for a survival course in the woods, she's surprised to find Brad right beside her.

Forced to work as a team for the chance to win a grand prize, these two teens must trudge through not just mud and dirt but their messy past. And as this adventure brings them closer together, they begin to remember the good bits of their history. But has too much time passed . . . or just enough to spark a whole new kind of relationship?

#highly suspicious and unfairly cute #the wicked bargain #in limbo #ya lit #graphic novels

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This is my first ever attempt at fan fiction so please be kind but also I am open to constructive criticism. It is not complete but I intend to complete it soon. Please let me know if this interests you at all or if you have any ideas for how things should move forward 😁 till then I hope you enjoy!

Zoro x afab reader. SFW (for now)

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You don’t know when it started. That tightness in your chest when he walks by or glances your way. But it’s undeniable now. Maybe it started the day you joined the crew, a memory backdropped with the sound of cannon fire and the vague smell of blood.

I mean, he did save you after all, and that type of heroism tends to stick with people...right? But it feels like more than just gratitude and admiration. You can hear your pulse in your ears when you spar with the swordsman and it’s not from physical exertion.

The feeling scares you so much that you’ve been finding excuses to skip training sessions.

you find yourself reading alongside Robin frequently, mostly in silence but with the occasional lighthearted laugh when someone on the crew (usually Luffy) does something goofy, or a kind “Thank you” when Sanji brings refreshments and sweets.

This gives you time to think and attempt to calm the butterflies that have nested in the depths of your insides…. But also, an all too good vantage point of Zoro’s seemingly never-ending workouts.

Does he have to train right THERE? You swear he is doing it on purpose! No shirt to hide the sweat as it trails down his concentrated face and muscular form. You force yourself to focus on the book in your lap, sneaking the occasional glance hoping no one notices.

Well, it’s not on purpose you rationalize with yourself. Although he has been noticeably distant the last few weeks (around the same time you started “expanding your horizons” and “exploring other forms of training” as you told him). The proximity was clouding your brain and you can’t afford to get too distracted in the Grand Line.

Was training the only connection we had? Were the late-night drinks and conversations under the stars part of the Zoro training Regime? He even seems to be sitting further during meals…READ THE BOOK DAMMIT FOCUS.

“Maybe I’m looking too far into it….” You accidentally mumble out loud granting a curious glance from Robin who didn’t press further. You hope she assumed it was about the novel in your hands rather than your inner ramblings about a certain green-haired man in view.

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It’s another calm day on the thousand Sunny. Just enough clouds to break up the brutality of the sun but still allow for its warmth to caress your skin. Everyone is outside enjoying the weather in their own ways. Nami is sunbathing with Robin on the deck, Luffy and Usopp are fishing and filling the air with the sound of laughter. Chopper is playfully fighting with Zoro, a scene you find myself watching with a smile. The smell of a fresh meal coming from the open door of the kitchen where Sanji prepares dinner and is peacefully whistling to himself. Franky is up in the crow’s nest repairing something you didn’t quite catch what for if you’re honest.

You make a mental note to show more interest in the kind shipwright’s work later.

The sun slowly begins to set, and everyone gathers around for dinner. Sanji absolutely outdoing himself as always with a feast fit for kings.

Zoro and you are the last in and sit across from each other in the last free seats, you can instantly feel your heart in your throat. You reach for the last spring roll at the same time as Luffy, his stretchy arms would have beat you to it if Zoro didn’t smack his hand away with an almost comedic thud and a pout from the culprit.

“Oi! Don’t be selfish you already ate half the food!” the green haired man shouts across the table before turning back to the meal in front of him, seemingly unaware that such a small act in your defense has left you flushed. you do the same, looking down at the plate to hide the pink in your cheeks.

Unknown to you, the swordsman did notice the blush across your cheeks. Although unaware of its true cause he can’t help but save the image in his head. Whatever the reason for it, he thought it looked good on you and wondered, first, about how to see it more and then, about why you’ve been avoiding him. Did he smell? Was he pushing you too hard during training? Is that why you’ve traded your time with him to spend it lounging? He suddenly felt guilty, like he had hurt you and was too stupid to remember how.

He gets up from the rowdy table, grabs a bottle of sake, and silently disappears.

You watch the doorway he vanished from for a little too long before shaking your head to try and rid yourself of the nonsensical thoughts and returning your attention to the rest of the crew who are now playfully arguing over who has eaten the worst things. Luffy is talking about some cherry pie (a mystery to you of how Luffy could not like any food) and Usopp is claiming to have eaten a rotten melon the size of a small house.

At some point you find yourself quietly leaving and wandering the deck. The cool night air is a much-needed relief on your hot skin. Being so close to everyone while also laughing and yelling over each other has left you more than a little flushed.

Zoro heard you coming up the ladder before he saw you reach the top. He was sitting with his back against the wall enjoying the stars and sake, lost in his own thoughts about a certain “new” crew member.

“Drink?” he asks offering you the bottle of sake as you situate yourself next to him…but not too close.

“Thanks, you alright?” you try and ask as casually as possible while taking a large swig of grog.

“Yeah.” His response is short, simple, and very mildly slurred.

He’s drunk! Not sure why you are surprised, you help yourself to another big drink before handing it back.

The mild pink hue on his cheeks confirms his current state.

“I hurt you?” he asks suddenly, catching you severely off guard and very confused.

“Hurt me?”

“Wont train with me anymore n thought I might of hurt ya or sum” sake slurs his words as they come out as almost a mumble.

Is he pouting????

You take the bottle back deciding he doesn’t need it anymore but that you might. After a few gulps, that you hope he doesn’t think anything of, you respond.

“No, you’ve never hurt me. At least no more than the training demands” you chuckle a bit trying to lighten the seemingly heavy mood and take another sip.

“good” followed by some more silence.

He stands, looking down on you with his good eye and offers a small smile. “You know where to find me if you decide to stop being a big baby and fight me again, I’m still undefeated” a drunken smirk that sends fire through your body and settles between your legs, makes its way across his face before he disappears down the ladder for the night.

To be continued…..?

#one piece #fanfic #zoro roronoa x you #pirate hunter zoro #romance #monkey d. luffy #vinsmoke sanji #nico robin #straw hat nami #franky #new writer #smut #zoro smut #one piece smut

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