#will i ever finish this? that's for my hyperfixation to know and the rest of us to find out

[chocoenvy]

Hey hey hey hey! Remember those different moms for child god reader fics? Well since Sumeru came out, what if Child God landed there and Dunyazad takes them in for a bit and Child God unknowingly cures her Eleazar?

OH MY FUCKING-

Mommy Dunyarzad (except she shows up for a solid two seconds)

warnings: Angsty!! Spoilers for Sumeru archon quest, a child (under 10) is considered god, cult behaviors

Notes: That's right bitches im alive

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Her hands were shaking as she carefully took care of the child, reaching out for their forehead to feel their temperature, gently checking their pulse and heart.

"The Dendro archon must have blessed me once more." The sentence slipped shakily past her lips, a disbelieving smile tugging up on her lips yet her eyes remained creased in worry. She must've looked insane, but really how else was she supposed to react?

There was no way she could pick you up, and there was no way she could leave you to get Dehya. Dunyarzad bit her lip, glaring at her bandaged hands.

She sighed, "Guess I'll just have to wait until you awake, little one." Her eyes softened fondly at your sleeping form, "May the Dendro archon bless your dreams." She placed her hand on your forehead.

The Dendro archon was, in fact, blessing your dreams.

Behind your eyes there was a dream unfolding before you. You stood in the middle of a large cage the bars higher than your house. In there with you was a small girl, green accented hair and her large green eyes, her pupils were blooming flowers.

"You're not from here, are you?" Her voice was high pitched and soft, yet resounded in your ears. You couldn't ignore her even if you tried.

"Where is here?" Your voice was equally soft, despite the circumstances there was no flame in your veins screaming at you to get out of this cage.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from the girl's.

The girl smiled, "Here is here, and you are not usually here, are you?"

You frowned at her confusing wording, "I guess you're right."

She hummed and nodded, pleased, "Yes, (Y/n), right?"

For some reason you weren't surprised that she knew your name. You stepped closer, "Yes. Who are you? And how do you know my name?"

"There are few who don't know." She responded simply, "Both your name and mine, as is the way with gods. We are commodities."

"Co...mo- wait what do you mean gods? And you still didn't tell me your name." You pouted, your head spinning from her confusing sentances.

The girl came closer to you, her eyes made your skin crawl, she stared straight through you, every crevice of your soul was seen by her. Yet somehow she was still comforting, smiling and soft, she saw all of you and understood all of you.

"I am Nahida. Do you know where here is?" She dodged questions like a master, making you wonder how many mind games she's played.

"I... don't." You frowned, your eyes growing slowly watery.

Panic erupted in her eyes, "Well, technically you are dreaming right now, but I am more than real. Where your body is, is not where it's supposed to be."

"My...body..." You muttered, "So where is my body then? If I am not where I'm supposed to be?" You worriedly frowned, "Am I at school? I'm not supposed to sleep at school."

Nahida chuckled, "No, it's not as bad as that. You are merely... hmm how should I put this?... It's the same as a bee living in a hive that's not its own but all the bees think you're the queen bee. You are outside of the system, and you're not supposed to be there, but you think it's home. Does that make sense?" She explained, "It's not necessarily a bad thing as you are not negatively impacting anything, but it's not how things are supposed to be. Do you understand?"

You stared blankly at her.

She sighed, slumping her shoulders, "You are a queen bee in a new hive, but in your old hive you were a regular bee." Her gaze turned grave, "The worker bees will all treat you differently. Remember that when you awake."

"W-what?" Your eyes were round and glassy, confused and scared, "What do you mean?"

Her tiny hands cradled the backs of your dominant hand, in your palm a foreign flower bloomed, "Remember my words and you will be alright. We shall meet again when you next dream. Take care, (Y/n) and don't be afraid. You will be taken care of."

Her smile was sweet as the moon and faded just as fast when the sunlight crashed onto your eyes. You groaned, covering your eyes so they wouldn't be burned by the sunlight.

There was a gasp above you, "You're up!" It sounded like a woman.

You blinked blearily up at her. She didn't look the slight bit familiar, and compared to the girl in your dreams she was rather plain looking. The girl in your dreams...

You shot up, My dream!

Your tiny body heaved gasps of air, as you ignored the woman beside you to soak in the surrounding scenery. It was green and beautiful, a large tree reaching its branches up to the sky was nearby, a fantastical city built into it. There was also a rainforest farther away, and you swore you saw a desert even father than that.

"Where... is here?" Your wide eyes looked up at the woman, swimming with confusion and yet - to Dunyarzad's surprise - no fear.

She smiled patiently, "Here is Sumeru, child. I am Dunyarzad, may I know your name?"

You blinked up at her.

You are a queen bee in a new hive. The words echoed throughout your head like a mantra.

"I'm (Y/n). It's nice to meet you Dunyarzad." You smiled up at her, hoping that Nahida's words - whatever they meant - were wrong.

Dunyarzad's breathing halted for a moment, and then she smiled. Large and warm and distant, "It's a joy to meet you, young (Y/n). Are you aware of your purpose here?"

"My... purpose?" Your large, child eyes stared curiously at her.

She nodded, "You were put here for a reason, I know you aren't a child from Sumeru who accidentally fell asleep in a forest. No, you are different. Do you know why exactly you are in Sumeru?"

You hesitantly shook your head as a no, worry filling your large orbs.

"You are here... because you love Teyvat." She grinned, "Isn't that right? You love Teyvat so much and the world knew, so it brought you here. Isn't that lovely?" She smiled so brightly it nearly outrivaled the sun.

You grinned, "Yeah! Though I've never seen Sumeru before, it's so pretty!" You looked around once more, drinking in everything you could see with glee. "So, my purpose is to enjoy Teyvat?" You tilted your head curiously.

Dunyarzad nodded gleefully, "Yes!" She said softly, honey coating her voice, "You were brought here by divine will, your will to be here and to love here."

You grinned brightly, "That's so cool!"

Dunyarzad nodded as you stood up and hopped around excitedly, "Settle down, child. Come," She stood, dusting off her dress, "allow me to take you to Sumeru city. It is much safer there, and comfier than the wilderness."

You looked at her outstretched hand covered in bandages. You gingerly placed your smaller hand in hers and she led you towards the massive tree, who's branches hoped to one day meet the sky.

*~

Before the gate to the city was even in sight, you could feel the stares from wandering people nearby. The way their eyes widened as they caught onto you, breath caught in their throat, their whole bodies turned in your direction.

Dunyarzad was all smiles, even as your hand tightened nervously around hers. You could see droplets of sweat drip down her face, but she remained bright and comforting. Yet you knew something was wrong.

You got closer to her, almost burying yourself in her side, staring at the ground to avoid the stares.

"Dunyarzad! What are you-" You jumped back as a large woman rushed to Dunyarzad.

"Dehya!" She gasped , "Thank the archons. Look, it's-"

The woman with weird... ears(?) on her head and sharp blue eyes grabbed Dunyarzad's arm urgently, "I know-" She shook her head, "I know who it is." She whispered urgently, "Come on let's go to your house before..." Her eyes connected with yours and you felt a chill travel down your spine. The worry and tint of fear in her eyes as she stared at you was enough to have your hands shaking and gripping tighter onto Dunyarzad's bandaged hand.

The woman - Dehya - rushed the two of you into the heart of the city. Dehya pulled you in between her and Dunyarzad, your right hand being held by Dunyarzad and left arm being held onto tightly by Dehya.

Your chest heaved, there were pinpricks on the back of your eyes and your throat stocked up. You could hear your heart beat reverberate in your ears.

Dehya ushered you and Dunyarzad into a house and shut the door quickly.

"Dehya what-"

"Dunyarzad I-" Her blue eyes glanced at you nervously before settling back on Dunyarzad, "You know-" She huffed and muttered, "Do you understand how the Akademiya will feel about them?"

Dunyarzad tilted her head, "Won't-won't they feel thrilled."

Dehya pursed her lips, "Dunyarzad..." She sighed after glancing at you once more, "We shouldn't be talking about this with them around. Come on kid, you hungry?"

The words struggled out of your mouth, "A little..."

"Here I'll get you a drink too." Her and Dunyarzad made eye contact and they left the room.

Your feet dangled off the seat and you stared at them mindlessly. The tears tickling the back of your eyes finally wriggled their way out. You sniffled and wiped the tears away as well as you could. Why were you so sad? This place was... fun wasn't it? Shouldn't it be?

You love Teyvat. You love everyone here. That's why you're here, that's what the little girl said.

But why did you want to go home so badly? Why did everyone look at you like that?

A bang resounded throughout the entire house, your head snapped up in alarm, and the front door was blocked off by a group of people.

You had a flashback to all those nightmares you'd had that went exactly like this. Those nightmares that had you waking up sobbing and running to your parent. But would you wake up this time? Who would you cry to?

Tears were already streaming down your face, sobs wracking your body. There was nobody to help you.

"Calm down, child." The person in the front said, his voice gruff and uncaring, "Come with us, you are very important and we cannot leave you here."

Wasn't that what the girl - Nahida - was saying? Was it really true?

You pursed your lips and opened them up to retort when a strong arm wrapped around your waist and carried you away. The wind whipped your hair back, a scream tore through your throat at the fear that suffocated your lungs.

Your nails dug into the arm holding you, you were now outside with this person carrying you. You managed to gather the sense to look at who it was.

Dehya.

Dunyarzad was nowhere to be found.

"W-" you coughed out, "Where-"

"Shh!" She shushed you harshly, "If we want to get out of here alive and happy we need to be quiet. Okay?"

Her tone made your crying - which had halted briefly from panic - to start up again.

A flash of regret burned her eyes but it was gone as soon as it had come.

"Okay." You quieted your sniffling.

"Dehya." A deeper, distinctly male voice cut through the wind.

Dehya stopped in her tracks and wordlessly you were passed on. Dehya continued running away, and instinctively you reached for her. The man gently pulled your hand down and tucked you into his thick coat until you were completely obstructed from view.

"Keep quiet and don't move."

You nodded and felt him start to walk. You held your breath every time you heard people and footsteps. Though, strangely, every time you walked past someone they seemed to part for him and quiet down. It brought some relief to you but no matter what your heart was thumping against your chest so hard you were terrified if someone got too close they'd hear.

The man was swift and was quick to exit the city gate, it was less than five minutes later that he set you down in a secluded spot.

Your entire body was shaking, your legs hardly letting you stand up.

"Nilou, take them and go to Gandharva ville. Tighnari and Collei will be able to get them to Liyue and from there everything will go smoothly." The man said gravely.

The girl who had appeared from behind a rock nodded, "I'll do my best, Cyno."

"Good." There was no warmth in his voice and the white haired man disappeared back into the city.

The Nilou lady had orange hair and blue eyes, a beautiful combination, as well as a pair of horns on her head. You briefly wondered if she was related to Ganyu but your heart was beating too fast for you to worry about it for too long.

"It's nice to meet you, your grace." She bowed gracefully, "I am Nilou, I wish we had met under better circumstances but it is extremely important that we hurry." She held out her hand and you blindly took it.

She hoisted you up onto her hip and began sprinting. You weren't sure how far you had made it, the terrain unfamiliar to you, but Nilou was growing tired quickly.

You didn't think you were being followed but there were enemies around every turn, people and monsters alike, which made it 10 times harder to get around.

Eventually, Nilou set you down, her breathing ragged and sweat coating her forhead.

"I'm afraid we'll have to walk for the rest of this journey. Or at least until I get my energy back, if that's alright?" She held her hand out once more.

You grabbed it and nodded.

Your eyes wandered aimlessly, wide and searching for a distraction. Your heart had hardly calmed down and you hardly gripped onto Nilou's hand.

"...my name's (Y/n)," You muttered.

Nilou blinked, glancing down at you for a moment. She smiled beautifully, "What a cute name."

You looked up at her, it felt like your head would fall off any moment, "It's nice to meet you...Nilou."

She smiled softly, "It's nice to meet you as well, your grace."

You frowned, a moment of silence passing between you two.

"You can call me (Y/n)..."

Nilou seemed panicked for a moment, "Well I wouldn't want to disrespect you- although... to keep a low profile I suppose it would help..."

You nodded, "It's also weird being called that."

Nilou paused and giggled, such a childish answer bringing her back to the reality that you were a child in both body and mind.

"I understand. Can I ask how old you are, (Y/n)?" She asked in a kind tone and so casually that you could almost pretend you were meeting a new character - or even person - for the first time.

You nodded, "I'm seven." You held up seven fingers to the sky, while still holding Nilou's hand.

"Oh my, that's quite young. How'd you end up in Sumeru?" She asked, genuine curiosity on her face.

"I woke up here! And Dunyarzad found me!"

Nilou hummed, "I see. This must be quite the upsetting introduction to Teyvat." A frown tugged the corners of her lips down, her eyes turning downcast.

You frowned and could feel the hotness of tears tickle the backs of your eyes, "...yeah." You whined, "I don't wanna talk about it." Your voice was barely a whisper but Nilou heard loud and clear the pain in your voice.

"I'm sorry." Was all she said, and you didn't have the energy to lie to her and tell her that it was alright.

"We're almost there." Nilou pointed ahead, "Do you see the taller trees over there? With the buildings built into them and all the vines and buildings hanging from the trees?"

You nodded, "Uh huh." Your heartrate had calmed and there was a wonder sparkling in your eyes instead of fear. It made Nilou sigh with relief.

"That's Gandharva Ville. Where you'll meet Tighnari and Collei." She brought her hand back down to her side, grinning at the wonder glimmering in your eyes.

She giggled as you unconsciously picked up your pace.

You pursed your lips and opened your mouth before you thought about stopping yourself, "Nilou, what am I?"

"Huh?" She jumped at the question.

You looked up at her with eyes so desperate and confused and lost. It made her heart burn and crack.

After a minute of silence she sighed, "You are a god. You control Teyvat and the happenings within it. Your hand is divine and touches every vision wielder within Teyvat. You watch over us and help us with a guiding hand."

She sounded rehearsed, you didn't want to know how many times this had been said.

You looked up at her with quivering lips and watery eyes, "I don't... I don't think I'm a god."

"Oh dear..." Nilou crouched down gracefully beside you, her hands coming up to cup your face and gently wipe your tears with her thumb. "You're only a child. I'm sorry things have to be this way, but you will be treated with the upmost care and gentleness in Liyue. I can guaretee you. In Sumeru though... in Sumeru our archon is not loved by the people, and we do not want that fate befalling you." She cradled your face gently, her expression crinkled in pain and sympathy, "For now, let's focus on getting you into Liyue. I know it's painful and it's so much for you to handle, but do you think you can hold out for just a bit longer?"

You sniffled, but nodded.

She smiled sweetly, "Good."

She wiped the remaining tears from your eyes and stood up. She grabbed your hand and continued her way to Gandharva Ville. The two of you remained in comfortable silence.

Until Nilou noticed that the forest was too quiet... there weren't any people or animals around.

The fact mostly flew over your head but what neither of you could ignore was the smoke filling your nostrils.

Nilou had picked up her pace, her palm already summoning her hydro powers as if on instinct.

But all of it came to a halt when you and her stood in front of what used to be a bridge leading into Gandharva Ville. A weird blue fire lit up the entirety of the forest.

In the center of it all was a certain doctor, uninterestingly glancing around.

Nilou shoved you into nearby shrubbery that hadn't been touched by the fire yet. Her sword, already infused with hydro, appeared in her hand.

Run. She mouthed.

You obeyed without hesitation.

#sagau #genshin cult au #uh anyways im back on my sagau bullshit #genshin self aware #dunyarzad #cyno #nilou #child!god reader #BRO MY FIC AUTOSAVED #IM CRYING TEARS OF JOY RN U DON'T UNDERSTAND #i swear i wanted to follow the prompt better #i really did i just got carried away #i'm collecting fics with multiple parts so fast istg #will i ever finish this? that's for my hyperfixation to know and the rest of us to find out

[rubysparx]

Honestly I don't think I'm qualified to make this post, I just don't know if I can make coherent enough words man. But the thoughts are in there and I will try to articulate them. This is probably going to be mostly images though. anyway yeah KABRU POST.

A couple nights ago (at approximately 2:30am, lasting a little over half an hour) I had a bit of a moment about Kabru. That, too, was mostly images- most of what you see in this more concise post were presented then as well. I think my main points of the "moment" were about Kabru's trauma + self hatred, his autism and/or general otherness, and also a little labru if you'd like..

I think something easy to start with is I wanna point out Kabru's constant back and forth and conflicting opinions of demihumans and how, I believe, thats a reflection of how he goes back and forth on what he believes his purpose of living is- and the general worth of his own life. I've said it before and i've just kinda shown it in images; Kabru is "i think im a monster and it disgusts me" where Laios is "I know im a human and it disgusts me" (i could go more into the latter on another post)

the above are both from the world bible, with the left being from the section on kobolds and the right being from the section on Kuro specifically. Utaya was very near to the desert where most of the kobold population is, this is likely why Kabru is able to speak Kuro's language- he grew up around demihumans. (chapter 48 cover, kobold chapter in the world bible) I won't try to speak for how his mother or the rest of utaya felt about the kobolds but I can say that Kabru was very much othered as a child, as was his mother, purely for the way her son's (kabru) eyes looked.

I feel like its fair enough to say that both kabru and the kobolds were othered, and possibly for similar reasons (villager's seeing them as nonhuman, as monsters) and the fact that Kabru learned their language probably didn't help his case. I think his perception of kobolds (and all demihumans, subsequently himself, as he probably still views himself as nonhuman or not human enough.. deep down) was damaged by the Utaya incident. at 2:30am when I first started this ramble my main comment was that "had the utaya incident not happened kabru would have little reason to feel ashamed for his connection to monsters. and may have ended up similar to laios in that he couldve had otherkin swag" which is just a sort of silly way of saying Kabru could've learned to love the thought that he is possibly nonhuman or at least not hated himself so much for it.

in the original ramble I said, and quote, "he has been STALKING laios. laios is his hyperfixation to learn how he can ever be loved. he keeps going back and forth so harshly on wether or not he wants to kill Laios and he clearly sees his survival from utaya not as an unfortunate trauma [*] but as a necessary, deserved fate. a punishment for his mother's witchy sins, and for his sin of being non-human. to atone for it all, to apologize for being alive, he tries to better the lives of all humanity. He was set on his way to dethrone the governor of the island . do you understand? im going insane" *i also said somethings about the way he processes other people's traumas and not his own. He's able to understand and even help some people, but he struggles to process his own issues and see himself as worthy of love and life.

^some examples of Kabru being understanding of or helping others who have suffered greatly. I think its also worth mentioning that with Rin (called "Lynn" in that translation) he says "I wish there was a way to get her out of this" though he's insisted and pushed for himself to go into a dungeon;

In chapter 94, Mithrun says "The desire I had left wasn't revenge. All I wanted.. was for it to finish devouring me." and I don't feel like it's a stretch to say Kabru was in a similar situation. Mithrun sought out the demon with no plan on how to kill something like that because deep down he wanted it to end his (Mithrun's) own life, to finish the trauma it caused and kill him. I think Kabru went into the dungeon in part with the hopes that it'd kill him. That the same thing that destroyed Utaya and caused him so much trauma would just.. finish him.

I just think Kabru is a beautifully complex character, I have a lotta thoughts on him and I don't see nearly as many analysis posts for him than I do Laios (despite labru being such a popular ship)

there is no tldr for this post idk how to summarize it. do what you will with this collection of images. have fun. go crazy

fun fact the woman in the bottom left corner is his mother, she is labeled here as "witch"

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #kabru #kabru dungeon meshi #kabios #labru #yeah its a long post i dont care. read it #also i only mentioned it briefly but i do think kabru is autistic . #yk that post thats like 'no im not autistic i know all the social cues etc etc etc. hey wait a minute' yeah. that #ok whatever. starts making another laios post

[lovinglokilaufeyson]

That’s What I Call Repressed Sexual Tension - A.A.

Pairings: Astarion x Fem!Reader (Paladin)

Warnings: 18+, Pining, Baldur’s Gate 3 Act I spoilers (I’ve only just now gotten to Act II), Smut (Sub!Reader x Dom!Astarion) – Fingering, P-in-V, Breast Fondling, NOT proofread, Astarion’s a bit of a perv – but still gentle, Fluff, Astarion is whipped (and calls you sickeningly sweet pet names), you’re kind of oblivious; I tried to make this as body-inclusive as I could, but still Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4,230

Summary: You were nearly certain that you hated Astarion and Astarion hated you. Until one day, after battle, you decide to partake in a wash. So does Astarion, much to your surprise. The truth of yours and Astarion’s true feelings towards one another is revealed.

A/N: Hey guys, welcome to the new hyperfixation! Right now I’m doing a playthrough of BG3 and I’m OBSESSED with Astarion. I’ve also read quite a few stories on here, and felt the need to provide my own as well. Please let me know what you think! Expect to see more Astarion in the future on this page!

God, you loathed Astarion. Or so you thought.

He was a selfish, reckless, devious pig. And he knew it too.

Little did you know, Astarion’s behaviors were exacerbated due to, well, you. Obviously his aura of cocky arrogancy radiated regardless of who was around, but around you he felt the need to… cover, more. Secretly, he was quite smitten for you. But obviously, he didn’t need you to know that. You had just finished battling it out against the goblins, which had been a tiring battle. Now, you were headed back to Emerald Grove. “Darling, you know, you didn’t have to smite him. That was kind of a waste of energy for you” Astarion sauntered over, making a quip at you. “You know, Ass, we won, didn’t we? Does it even matter? We’re going back to camp now; I’ll be resting soon.”

Ass was the nickname that you had so lovingly given him one night after he had drunk from you for the first time. You woke up to find him leaning over you, fangs exposed, ready to press them against your neck. After you had willingly allowed him to continue, you woke up woozy and drowsy, almost unable to walk. He came to check on you, making fun of your trembling. “Wow, darling. Apparently I wasn’t the only one who got lucky last night.” He winked.

“Shove it, you ass.” You snapped back. “Eh, I’ve been called worse, I assure you.” “Well, say hello to your new nickname, Ass.” “Quite clever darling, it’s almost as if it’s a shortened ver-“ you cut him off. “You ever want a taste of my blood again, you shut your mouth.” He clamped his mouth shut almost instantaneously, his lips forming into an impressive pout.

Since that day, Astarion had been relatively whipped by you. The sight of you trembling, the actual kindness that you displayed towards him in allowing him his first taste of “thinking” blood. God, he would trade all of his meals just for a taste of your blood again. He hadn’t gotten a taste again, but he frequently inquired about the subject and whether or not you’d be willing to allow him to indulge yet again. The real reason he had even said anything about your energy level post-battle was due to the fact that he would prefer you to save your energy for other circumstances, namely him drinking your blood – or other things. Other, dirtier things.

The trek back to camp was long and tiring. But you were alive, and that was all that mattered. You had Karlach and Gale along with you as well, thankfully. So you weren’t alone with the vampire. Although, he would have preferred it that way. He was hoping that he would have a chance alone with you later in the evening. Typically, other members of the group would jump at the chance to simply be in your presence, so he rarely got the opportunity. Tonight would be different, he reassured himself.

You decided that this late afternoon would be a prime opportunity for a wash. You had slept for about an hour to regain your strength, and Shadowheart had used her magic to mend you. Of course, Astarion had kept a close eye on you to make sure you were alright. So, when you wandered off, Astarion followed. “She needs supervision” he had told the rest of the group. Then, he sauntered off after you, careful not to make his presence known. He was a stealthy one, that’s for sure, and it came in quite handy in situations like these.

The nearby pond was mostly still water, despite the glorious waterfall that fell from the rocks that formed above it, clearly streaming from a larger body of water nearby. The rocks were all fairly dark and gray. The pond itself had strikingly blue-green water, that was still clear mostly. There were spots where algae had developed and broken off, but the water still cleaned better than the majority that you had witnessed in your travels. This place had become your own personal spa, in a sense.

He watched from afar as you began to strip your clothing off. He hadn’t been able to make a full assessment on you yet, as he had only seen slivers of your bare skin between the top and the bottoms of your pajamas, although he always hoped to see more. And now, he was going to. Finally.

You began at the top, peeling the shirt from your bodice, revealing your bra underneath. It was a translucent-white, which effectively made Astarion’s breath hitch in his chest. He could have taken red, black, blue, whatever other color you desired. But – white? Gods, it made his mind wander. And his cock harden. He couldn’t help the way that you made him feel. He had spent too many nights alone in his tent, at least for his liking. Next to be revealed were your legs, which looked beautiful despite various scrapes, bruises and cuts scattered about them. His only wish now was to have them wrapped around him – anywhere and everywhere. Around his head, around his pelvis, around his legs as he cuddled you softly to sleep in his tent. Ran his hands through your locks. Kept on high alert – just in case. He always did, but it would feel more important if he had something so precious to protect.

Astarion’s daydreaming almost tore him from the sight in front of him. Almost. The next time he looked, you began removing your bra. “Oh Gods…” Astarion spoke, thankfully quietly enough to maintain the secrecy of his presence. Your breasts were no longer under their cover, and Astarion could hardly contain himself any longer. He cupped the bulge in his pants gently, he needed the slightest bit of friction in that area. The next to be revealed was your glorious heat, not entirely cleanly shaven, but clearly well-maintained.

It was within the next few minutes that you decided to indulge in the water, laying a towel out on a nearby rock for after your dip. He noticed you head towards the waterfall, your hips swaying generously for his eyes, and he almost let his focus falter.  Astarion then made the decision to make his move, sliding his shoes off, then stripping himself of his pants, shirt, and underwear. He also made the conscious decision to sneak your own clothes away from the towel you had to delicately laid out, perfectly upon the rock. Just because he was mildly infatuated with you, didn’t mean he would play nice. In fact, it made him want to play even rougher.

You were fairly oblivious to the rogue in the shade, currently your only focus was relishing in the waterfall and running your hands through your hair, combing it out gently with your fingernails. It was the most relaxed you had felt in the past 24 hours. Little did you know, a certain rogue had set his sights on you – hoping to relax you even further.

The water was lukewarm from basking in the sun for the majority of the day. Exotic flora surrounded the pond, making it look inviting and tropical. However, some of the plants could be deadly, which kept both yourself and Astarion from getting close to them. Astarion glided himself into the water, careful to maintain quiet and stealthy as to not alert you to his presence – yet. He glanced at your bottom again, taking it all in. Soon, he hoped you’d be all his. If everything went as planned.

The water barely covered Astarion’s pelvis as he floated over to you. His fingertips played along the surface of the water, taking in the beautiful scenery. It wasn’t often that Astarion was able to do so. But now, he felt relaxed, yet almost – nervous? For what was to come ahead. It wasn’t often that Astarion felt unnerved in this way. You just meant so much to him. And he didn’t want to lose that. He began to contemplate his current choices and whether or not this would end poorly for you both. Perhaps you would be enraged, forcing him out of the party and never to speak to you again. Perhaps you would denounce his desires and state that you longed for someone else.

To his surprise, you yelped and jumped, trying to cover yourself as much as possible. You had seen him. You hid behind the waterfall, sinking further and further into the wall of stone. You covered your bosom with your arms, much to Astarion’s disappointment. Astarion’s confidence rose again, approaching your form behind the waterfall. “No need to hide away, darling. It’s just me, after all” he tutted. By the time he had crept fully into the other, more secluded side of the waterfall, you had sunk into the water, on your knees now, merely your head poking out of the water. Your eyes looked up at him almost submissively, which nearly made his knees buckle in excitement.

“What are you doing here, Ass? How long have you been here?”

“Long enough, my sweet. Just out admiring the view, washing up, you know.” As much as Astarion longed to tower over you, he needed to get down to your level. He sank down himself, until his eyes were meeting yours, just above the surface of the water. You were always quick to spit back at Astarion, but given the nature of the situation, you simply couldn’t. Any thoughts that you had about snipping at him were completely and entirely blocked out of your consciousness. Instead, you uncertainly inquired “how much did you see?”

“Oh Gods, dear. I’ve seen everything.” His response made you shutter, although the smirk placed upon his lips led you to believe that he was indeed happy about this fact. You wondered why. “Let me help wash you, petal?” You shifted for a moment, pondering the possibility. Astarion had already seen all of you, hadn’t he? You wondered for a moment whether or not to decline. Maybe he was just trying to be helpful, you thought. Your mind raced through a variety of complex and simple possibilities, trying to track each one. Astarion caught on to this, merely catching your attention with a “dove?” “I- uhm- oo-kay” you responded slowly beginning to rise out of the water, and Astarion followed. You kept your arms firmly planted around your breasts, careful not to reveal yourself too much.

Astarion stood behind you, washing your back with handfuls of the waterfall that he so gently placed on your neck, shoulder blades, and spine. “Darling, you do know I have seen those breathtaking breasts of yours, correct?” You nodded hesitantly in response, still in moderate shock from the present situation. You thought you absolutely detested Astarion, and he you. But, here he was, helping you wash blood and dirt off of your back, so – intimately. You had been intimate with people before, however, this felt slightly different. And it felt different to Astarion as well, unbeknownst to you. Good different. Slowly, you began to drop your arms from your breasts. Astarion watched intently as your nipples were freed once more, it was pertinent that they were chilled from their prominence. “You know,” he whispered into your ear from behind “if you are scared of anyone happening to see them – I could hold them on your behalf.” Astarion’s voice sounded as if it was winking at you. Truthfully, now that Astarion was aware of how shell shocked you were, he knew he needed to be gentle with you. At least at first.

“Uhm – well I – uhm well sure” you managed to stutter out. “Good girl” Astarion whispered into your ear once more, bringing his hands to play with your nipples. You let out a soft mewl at the sensation. “Ooh, you like that, don’t you love?” Astarion teased, tutting his tongue again. You nodded feverishly, although this did not seem to please him. “Use your words, beautiful.” “Yes, I do Astarion. I-It feels g-good.”

Astarion’s hand molded and palmed your breasts, and he went to speak. However, you had beaten him to it. “Pl-lease m-more” you begged. He took one of his hands, bringing it down to your heat. You were nervous, as you were fairly sure you were embarrassingly wet down there, and your body began to reflect that. “Darling, why are you shaking? Please, don’t give in for my sake, I want you to want this.” Astarion spoke with more care than he ever had with you. You turned to face him “Ass, you fool, of course I want this…” you had built up confidence to divert back to his nickname, which he was glad for. But then you remembered the reasoning for your timidness. You were dripping. “I- just- well- I- I am really wet.” Your cheeks reddened as you spoke, you felt yourself sinking back into timidness in front of him, but you had nowhere to hide “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize for your desires, doll. I’m more than thrilled that I have been able to bring this out of you. That I have this effect on you. I was terrified of your rejection, darling girl.” Given Astarion’s newfound openness his emotions with you drove your desire for him to new heights. Your next move was to pull him into your lips, your hand wrapped around his neck as you did so. As your lips landed on his, you felt a rush of adrenaline surge through your body. Your confidence built once more, using your teeth to pull on Astarion’s bottom lip before finally releasing it. You winked, while Astarion stood in awe of your previous actions, finally stating “you cheeky little pup.” He took this opportunity to grab your waist, picking you up and lifting you out of the water. You yelped, surprised at his action. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Astarion carried you over to where your towel lay, gently placing you down on it, then allowing himself to follow.

His leg hooked underneath you, and you willingly allowed it to push your legs apart so that he could hover between them. He leant down to place a gentle kiss upon your lips, which you welcomed. His lips were breathtakingly sweet and supple, you had felt them on your neck before, but that hardly amounted to the feeling you had now. Although his lips on your neck certainly did have the capacity to drive you mad. “Please Astarion, take me.” He wasn’t used to hearing the entirety of his name spoken from your lips. But it was a welcome thing to hear his full name fall from your lips. To know the full extent that you wanted him. Because he wanted you too. Desperately.

“Patience, my sweet.” He spoke, retreating from your form. You immediately tried to grab at him to pull him back, but then realized where he was headed. He tutted in response, speaking the word again “patience. Allow me to indulge in you.” Astarion’s lips peppered kisses along your upper thighs, before reaching his hands to assess the state of your heat. He used one hand to pull the folds of your labia apart, and the other to bring a finger to your clit. You were right, you were very, extremely wet. You whimper as his fingernail flicks across your clit. You tense, but his words bring you back down “relax, my dear.”

He spoke once more, this time with a proposition rather than a demand. “You can say no to this darling. But I would love to taste you, while I taste you.” “Huh?” For the first time, you were confused by Astarion’s words. “I would just place a little bite ‘here’ and ‘here’” he pressed into your inner thigh with two fingers, displaying where his fangs would penetrate your skin and release your sweet blood. “Then, I would drink from you while also sipping on your sweet nectar.” You nodded feverishly in response, eager for this stimulation that this would bring you. “Use your words, love.” Deviously, he placed his finger upon your clit, humming in contentment as he watched your body convulse in ecstasy in front of his eyes. “P-p-ple-ee-a-se.” You moaned out, barely able to make a single word out at this point. “I’m sorry, what was that dear? I couldn’t make that out.” “F-fuck y-you… t-te-ase.” “Oh, you will darling. You will. All in good time.”

“Bite me, Astarion. Plea-.” You finally gathered yourself together enough to state it, and you felt his fangs sink into you before you could even finish your sentence. You whimpered as he fed from your thigh, holding it down with one hand, the other arm resting on your opposite hip. Gods, you were delectable. You had brought your hands to tangle within his hair, gently massaging as he began. He suckled your skin, allowing him to intake more blood, but also causing your skin to latch closely to his tongue, where hundreds of blood vessels burst and petechiae formed, leaving a carmine-tinged love mark. A small “hmm” of pleasure left his lips as he pulled away, the circular marks that his teeth left were prominent, and bound to leave a mark. You felt woozy, similarly to the other times he had fed from you, but almost blissfully so this time. “Mmmm” the moan left your lips easily, flooding Astarion’s ears with pleasure. “You alright my love?” He peaked up at you, and you nodded. “Just a little lightheaded is all.”

“Alright, my sweet. If you need me to stop, just say the word.” You nodded as he brought his tongue to your clitoris, circling around it in a perfect spiral, suckling on it whilst savoring the taste of your sweetness. “Mmmm” you whimpered, which made Astarion’s instincts nearly feral in nature. He brought a hand to play inside of your heat, which was still rapturously wet for him. He started with one initially, and nearly moaned himself as he felt your walls clamp around just one finger. He began to imagine what it would be like to have your core wrapped around his throbbing member. Even though he had released it from his undergarments, he was still desperate from the friction only you could provide him with, the only thing that could give him relief. But right now wasn’t about him. It was very much about you, and him providing pleasure for you.

As if you could read his mind, you used his hair to pull him away from you. “Astarion, please, get inside me. Now.” You demanded. “Although you are in no position to make demands here, my sweet, I wholeheartedly agree with you.” “Yes, sir.” You agreed with him. In this particular position, Astarion was completely and utterly in control. And you think you liked it that way.

Astarion towered over you for a moment, analyzing every bit of your form. He let his eyes roam over your breasts, stomach, thighs, and then back to your slick core that ached for his entrance. And who was he to deny you such pleasure? He hovered over you once more, placing a quick yet compassionate kiss on your lips. His penis sat in between the folds of your labia, the member wettened from the contact. He grinded down ever so slightly, allowing pressure to be placed on your clitoris yet again. Then, with one swift movement, he slid back, and then within the muscular cavern of your vagina. “Fuck” you responded, you were ready for him, or so you thought. He was huge, and you weren’t sure the last time you had taken a lover. He held himself inside of you, his tip nestled against your cervix, waiting until he could proceed. “Gods darling, you’re so tight.” Astarion prompted. His pelvis pressed perfectly against yours, your thighs spread to make room for his shape.

Once your muscles had accommodated him, you looked up at him with dangerously innocent eyes and simply nodded. He took this as his sign to continue, sliding his length out of you slowly at first, and then pressing into you once again. “Mhhm” you moaned wantonly, writhing in delight. Astarion’s movements became more fluid, rocking his hips so that he moved in and out of you with ease.

You moaned over and over with his rhythm, and he pulled your legs over his shoulders, somehow enabling him to pound into you even deeper. Your core quenched around him, tightening around him even further. “Oh, sweetness. Can you take me inside of you?” He asked, and your response was a ferocious nod. “Please do” you whimpered. “Are you close, my love?” he asked, seemingly very concerned about you reaching climax together. “Mhmm love.” Astarion’s heart fluttered, knowing that you too, were close, and that the pet name he so loved throwing out could also be received.

After several more pumps inside of you, your muscles began to convulse, writhing around Astarion’s member, holding him more tightly than before. Your shaking released Astarion’s own pleasure, and he flooded your cavern with ropes of cum as you finished together. You moaned wantonly.

Astarion pulled out, allowing his fluids to begin dripping out of you. He placed a swift peck on your lips, then sliding next to you on the towel. “Gods, Astarion, that was phenomenal.”  You spoke as you were finally able to catch your breath. You turned to face him. He placed a hand on your cheek, using his thumb to rub gently. “Thank you darling. That was… amazing.” His crimson eyes stared into yours, analyzing every breath, every possible thought going through that beautiful mind of yours.

“Tell me, what’s on your mind, my sweet?” Astarion inquired softly. Even though the intimacy you two had shared was incredible, he was still scared of the feelings – or lack thereof – that you may harbor for him. “Gods, I just- I didn’t think that would ever happen.” Astarion looked at you with a puzzled face, so you clarified, responding “I thought you hated me, and to be honest, I thought I hated you too, from how much we bickered.” “Ohhh, darling” Astarion sounded exasperated. “That’s what I call ‘repressed sexual tension.’” You smacked your face into your hands out of embarrassment. “I suppose you’re probably right” you mumbled. Astarion pulled you back upwards, placing a kiss on your forehead. “You’re just fine, my love.”

Your stomach rumbled, indicating to you that it would be desiring to eat soon. Astarion pulled you towards him, wrapping an arm around your bodice so as to keep you warm. That, and he knew that your time, for now, would be coming to an end soon. “Someone’s famished from battle today?” He asked, and you nodded. “I am quite much so, yes.” He savored himself in one final kiss on your lips. “Well darling, as much as I would love to lay here forever with you, I know you need nourishment to recover from today.” He winked.

“Yeah, yeah. One last thing before we go?” Astarion nodded, ushering you for your question. “What exactly are we?” You inquired. Your feelings were so jumbled you didn’t know what to think regarding the whole situation and where you were to stand with Astarion now. Was this just a once-off? What did he want from this? “Well, I had hoped that me marking you as mine would assert where I stand on the subject. I want you, in every sense of the word, my dear.” As he finished speaking, you had a giddy grin placed upon your mouth. “Really?”

“Yes, really.” You almost shrieked in excitement, but then decided to restrain yourself. You were adorable. Truly. “Will you come to my tent tonight, after everyone has fallen into slumber?” Astarion asked. “As much as I would love that, I’m really worn out from today, and I don’t know if I could-“ he cut you off “just for a cuddle, my love.” You nodded in response to this.

You began to rise, moving your hands around you, trying to find your clothing that was scattered by your towel. “Ass, where the hell are my clothes?” You turned to look at him, and he merely looked at you with a cheeky, blushed look on his face. “I can’t tell you it wasn’t me.” He winked. “Come on, please…” you begged. “They’re by mine, over by that rock over there.” He gestured to the rock that he had hidden behind. Astarion got up as well, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around your figures as you waltzed over to the rock and began to dress yourselves, Astarion taking extra time to admire you.

You walked back to camp, and Astarion shortly after. You didn’t want to make things so dreadfully obvious to your companions. The regular bickering commenced shortly after. But only you two knew what truly happened behind closed doors. Astarion finally had you, and that was like a dream to him. As he was unwinding for the night, and the stars had settled in the sky, he heard footsteps approaching his tent and your whisper, stating “Hey, love, I think everyone’s gone off to bed.” He eagerly approached the curtain, revealing your beauty behind it. “Come in, please, my darling.” Astarion was happier than he had been in 200 years, as long as he was with you.

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Sitting in his lap ♡︎

i need more Genshin fluff/smuf, lol, and I know I should really write for someone other than Neuvi and Wrio but they are my current hyperfixation sooo here's more of them ig

oh also alhaitham's and neuvillette's are kinda simmilar sorryyy

tags: Alhaitham, Ayato, Neuvillette, Wriothesley, Zhongli, female reader, fluff, cuddling, smut, implied smut, cockwarming

-> your hardworking boyfriend has to deal with your incredible need for his hold, having no choice but to place you on his lap.

reqs open ♡︎ | minors DNI

-> alhaitham

the silence in the room was deafening. as the acting grand sage, alhaitham was always busy, which you, as his girlfriend, understood. but you hated it.

you couldn't disrupt him, of course, always competing with some book for his attention. archons, it certainly didn't help how good he looked when he worked. emerald eyes focused and sharp, eyebrows slightly furrowed, a small frown on his face. fuck, he was hot.

"..'tham? are you gonna be done soon?"

his eyes never leaving the book he was going through, he shook his head: "not yet. i have a lot more work here."

you pouted, feeling a bit neglected. alhaitham promised you he'd give you all his attention the second he finished with work. which was never, apperently. sick and tired of his neglect, you decide to take matters into your own hands. trotting comfortably to him, you sit back on his knees facing him and wrap arms around his neck.

"is something the matter, y/n?"

you nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, sighing deeply. not only did he look good, he smelt good, too. like freshly cut grass and the sumeru rose. knowing it's going to awake a reaction in him, you press a peck on the pulsepoint of his pale neck.

"no. just missed you, 'tham"

his breath hitches in his throat as you kiss his neck, palms closing the book he was holding to wrap around your waist.

"....mm, missed you too, love. i suppose my research can wait a little"

-> ayato

"shhh, little one... they will all hear if you keep moaning like that. you need to be quiet for me, precious."

your fiancé hushed in your ear as you squirmed and whined on his lap. a meeting in the yashiro commission was ongoing in the next room, and the paper thin walls certainly weren't helping. but, sweet Raiden Shogun, how could you possibly ever keep quiet when you were sat right on the commissioner's dick?!

"mhh.. mmmph! ohh.. ayato.. p-please.."

you whine through a whisper, begging for movement. cockwarming the blue-haired man as he worked seemed like a great idea at first, but now you realize it was, indeed, not. ayato warned you that no matter how much you begged, he wouldn't be able to fuck you, yet here you were, still begging.

"you look so adorable like that, precious. yet, you know well that i can't give you what you want. so please, be quiet. you don't want the rest of the yashiro commission to know what a pretty cockslut you are, hm?"

you nod in agreement, resting your head on his shoulder with another whine. your pussy was spasaming around his length, desparately trying to give yourself the pleasure he was denying you. oh, you could feel him pulsing inside you, revealing that he was as desparate as you were - something you would never be able to tell from his calm and collected expression.

"please, ayato... i need- ohh!" you beg, yet he interrupts you with a harsh thrust, bouncing you slightly on his lap.

you were edged for hours and already at the brink of your high, so his thrust immediately pushed you over the edge. you reach your high, biting down on his shoulder in order to stop yourself from making any noise.

ayato chuckled at your behavior, pressing a light kiss to your temple.

"there, there, little one. shh... finishing after such a long time must have tired you out. rest on my shoulder now, precious, and we can continue this once i'm finished with work."

-> neuvillette

"neuvi, love, will you be done any time soon?"

you ask impatiently, laying down on one of the sofas in neuvillette's office in the palais mermonia. you understood very well he was the busiest man in all of fontaine, and yet... you wanted him to choose you over work just once. just once! was it really so wrong and selfish of you to want your boyfriend to make you and your needs a priority?

"hmm, no, i'm afraid not, my love. there are many cases and documents i need to review still."

you shoot him a saddened glare, turning away from him. he sighs in desparation, torn between his many duties and the needs of his lover. both very important to him, and both requiring his full attention.

"i'm sorry, mon amour... you know i'd love to give you all the time in the world, but i'm afraid the society of fontaine would collapse if i were to simply not show up for a day"

yeah, yeah, you knew that very well. the problem was, you sorta kinda didn't care? of course, you cared about fontaine and its people, but for once you wished you were more important than the next silly court hearing about something as meaningless as some lost cabbages.

as you were still giving him the silent treatment, the chief justice sighed.

"come here, mon cherie. maybe you'd like to sit on my lap while i work?"

you perk up at that, cheerfully making your way to him and plopping down on his lap. you nuzzle your face against his chest, one strong arm wrapping around your waist as you do so.

"thank you, neuvi.." you sigh as you kiss his cheek, finally content in his safe arms.

-> wriothesley

wriothesley is a man who was used to spending most of his time alone. at the end of the day, there wasn't much company inside the fortress of meropide, where he spent most of his days. he has long gotten used to spending hours alone finishing work in his office.

yet, that all changed once he met you. now, every minute spent alone in his office seemed like endless torture, unless you were sitting there, all dolled up and perfect, on his lap with him.

"aww, c'mon, doll, my lips are down here" he jokes as you press eager kisses on his forehead, leaving behind lipstick marks.

"mh... don't care... i wanna kiss you all over.." you tease back, your trail of kisses never faltering.

you two have been at this love game for some time now, your time spent in teasing, clothed grinding and desparate kissing. wriothesley barely finished any work, too focused on the woman in his arms. you could feel him from under you, hard as a rock as his hands roamed your body. for focalors sake, how he wished he could leave that damned office and toss you onto his bed...

"wrio, you have to get back to work..." you smirk, pulling away from his handsome face. he frowns, upset at the harsh reminder.

"you know i'd much rather continue kissing you, baby"

you grind down on him, earning a slight groan from him. his hands tighten on your hips, his lips inches away from yours.

"fuck, doll, you'll be the death of me..."

he muttered as he picked you up, finally losing his patience. screw work, screw everything else! he needed you, and he needed you now.

-> zhongli

"are you sure this is comfortable for you, darling?"

zhongli was still learning the ways of the mortals, not yet used to every custom and behavior. which is why he was a bit startled once you asked if you could sit in his lap.

you had to explain that it was a normal thing for couples and that it was an act of intimacy, that it meant you wanted him closer. this made the ex-archon wish for the same, delighted to learn you liked him so much.

"yes, dear. i told you, it's very comfortable! i love it!"

you chirp, pressing a kiss to his cheekbone as you sat in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist. he smiled at your reaction, amber eyes following your every move.

"i'm glad. you are welcome in my lap whenever you desire"

"then i won't ever leave"

a small tint arises in his cheeks as you say that. zhongli, the mighty ex-archon, wasn't the one to usually blush, yet moments like this and your sweet little confessions certainly brought a rise out of him. you giggle at how flustered you were making him, connecting your lips together and finally giving him a well-deserved kiss.

zhongli decides to deepen the kiss, his tounge prodding in your mouth as one of his gloved hands tangles in your hair. he's kissing you as if you were the only air he could breathe, the only food he could eat, the only water he could drink. it was very clear he wanted this intimacy to be even more intense, which you could feel from under you as well.

"mhhh... i'll take you upstairs to our room, beautiful. then, i'll show you the intimacy we both so crave. and you'll still get to be on my lap, if you so wish"

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[hintsofhoney]

His Favorite Meal

Pairing(s): Rhysand x F!Reader

Summary: Rhysand hears your dirty thoughts while you're at dinner with your friends. It goes as expected.

Square(s) Filled: free space for @anyfandomgoesbingo

Tags: 18+, smutty smut smut, oral sex (female receiving), light dom/sub dynamics, use of magic, p in v, unprotected sex, light spanking

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Hi, I just finished A Court of Mist and Fury and this is my new hyperfixation now. Funnily enough, I wrote this before I got to any kinds of sex scenes between Rhys and Feyre, and when I did finally get to Chapter 55, I was impressed with myself for how close to canon I wrote this 🤣 Anywho, I hope you enjoy!

You can also read me on Ao3!

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You can’t stop thinking about him, not for lack of trying.

Rhysand and his stupid dark hair and violet eyes and the way the word darling rolls off his tongue and makes your thighs clench. 

You would even let him take you here and now, if it meant that the thoughts of him would subside.

He raises his eyebrows at you from across the table, Mor and Az and Cassian too caught up in their own conversation to notice. 

Really? Right on this table? With everyone watching? he sends down the bond. 

You shoot him a cold glare. Get out of my head.

If you didn’t want me in it, Y/N, darling, I wouldn’t be.

He isn’t wrong. You both know it.

I can make them leave, if the table is truly where you’d like me to fuck you. Personally, I find the bed —

Shut up, and eat your dinner . If you had said it outloud, it would have been through gritted teeth.

Rhys cocks his head to the side, briefly taken aback by your bite, and then smiles. Careful, darling , you hear in your head, if I have to take you over my knee, I won’t be asking anyone to leave first.

You squeeze your thighs together at the threat, the heat building between them becoming uncomfortable. You’re desperate. You need him.

That bad, hm? he asks.

You watch as he takes a sip of wine, his eyes never leaving yours.

Say the word and they’re gone, or continue to torture yourself. Up to you.

The prick wanted you to ask for it. Beg for it. As if your thoughts hadn’t been enough.

That “prick” will not hesitate to punish you in front of our friends. 

You feel yourself clench around nothing. 

Please, Rhys , you give in. 

He smirks, taking another sip from his glass. Please, what?

You swallow your pride. Not that there’s much left of it. Please fuck me.

Please fuck you, where?

This ass— 

His eyebrows raise — your final warning — and it stops your thought dead in its tracks. You take a deep breath. 

Please fuck me on the table, Rhys.

He grins. All you had to do was ask.

You put your shield up for a brief second so you can mentally roll your eyes in peace. When it comes down, Az, Cassian, and Mor are getting up from their seats.

“We eat here,” Cassian reminds the both of you as he stands.

Rhys is looking at you with hungry eyes as he replies, “Who says I won’t be eating?”

“Eugh!” Mor groans, making her way towards the exit. “At least wait until I’m out of earshot.”

Cassian snorts before following her out, Azriel having been the first to leave. 

And now it’s just you and Rhys and the table between you.

You blink, and suddenly his face is inches from yours, leaning over you with his hands resting on your thighs as he smirks at your shaky breaths. You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye. He places a curled pointer finger underneath your chin, his thumb slowly tracing over your bottom lip, letting out a low chuckle at how your mouth begins to open ever so slightly.

He leans in, his lips meeting yours with a gentleness that doesn’t quite match the lust in his eyes, and you know you’re in for a long night. It could be hours before you were going to feel the release you had been begging him for.

“As far as I’m concerned, I shouldn’t let you cum at all, considering the names I’ve been called,” he murmurs, as he kisses your way up your jaw line, down your neck. 

You whimper at the notion, at the thought of being left reeling, wanting, on the table. Right now, you can’t imagine anything worse. 

“That’s very dramatic,” he whispers, his voice lined with a teasing smile. You watch him drop to his knees in front of you, slowly pushing your long gown up to your thighs. “But if you truly cannot imagine anything worse, then I suppose I’ll give you what you want, my darling girl.” 

You tense at his words, at the way he grabs ahold of your leg and places it over his shoulder, at the way he licks his lips, as if he’s about to dig into his favorite meal. 

He stops. “Of course, I had forgotten,” he says, and there’s a flash of darkness before you find yourself lying on the table, with Rhys kneeling at the end of it. His hands are gripping the underside of your thighs, pushing them upwards and outwards. In one fell swoop, he rips off the black lace covering your core, baring you to him. “I eat my meals at the table.” 

You let your head fall onto the hard surface underneath you. Fuck .

“Oh, I plan to,” he replies, placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh. “But I’m going to have my fun first.”

You swear his tongue has magic of its own with the way it moves between your folds, pulling short breaths from your lungs as he circles it around your clit, never staying in one spot long enough to grant you the release that you so badly crave. When he adds two fingers, your back arches off the table, and you whimper as you feel his magic pinning you down in response. 

“ Please , Rhys,” you practically sob, your thighs quaking as you try to remain still, trying to keep your orgasm at bay. 

“You’re not going to cum already, are you, darling?” he asks, but you know it’s not a question you can say ‘yes’ to. You know you’re his . You won’t cum until he tells you to. 

He chuckles at your thoughts. “Good girl,” he praises, his fingers curling inside you at just the right spot, and the combination of the two almost sends you over the edge. Almost. Minutes pass, but they feel like hours. You find yourself on the precipice of release too many times to count, having to take deep breaths to keep yourself grounded. Eventually, you accept this new tortured existence.

Very dramatic , Rhys teases.

You yelp as he stops his ministrations and pulls out of you too abruptly for your liking, standing up before pulling you to the edge of the table and flipping you over by your hips, your bare feet meeting the cool marble floor. It only takes seconds before he’s dragging his cock through your soaked folds, teasing you even further. You wiggle your ass — a silent plea — and he spanks it in return — an audible warning to be still that echoes through the dining hall. 

“Ow!” you whine, forcing your body to comply with his demand. 

Another smack, on the other cheek this time.

“Rhys!”

“Do I need to gag you? Or are you going to quit your whining?” 

Another hit, harder than the others. A test. You remain silent and still.

“Although I must admit… I do love watching your ass change colors.” You brace yourself for another hit that never comes. Instead, you get no warning as Rhys thrusts into you in one swift motion. “But I’ll save it for the next time you feel like mouthing off.”

You grip the edges of the table as he pounds into you, his hand coming to wrap around your shoulder for leverage, his cock filling you up, hitting your sweet spot with every stroke. Your moans are unsteady and never-ending, only interrupted by the expletives falling from your lips.

“Oh m-my —  fuck — Rhys!”

He smirks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling you up off of the table, your back flush with his muscled, tattooed chest. You start to wonder when his shirt came off before you realize that his hands are holding your bare breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. Magic has a number of uses — making clothes vanish off bodies being one of them. 

He continues to thrust into you as one of his hands makes its way down to your core, swollen and throbbing. When his skillful fingers find your clit, you throw your head back onto his shoulder. 

“Pleasepleasepleaseplease,” you chant. You’re unsure of how much longer you can take it. Five agonizing seconds pass — then ten — and then —

“Go ahead, darling, I’m right behind you,” he orders, and you practically scream as your orgasm washes over you, as you feel his cock twitch inside you, filling you up. “Fuuuuck,” he rasps, his hands holding onto your hips now as you fall forward onto the table from exhaustion, letting the cold surface cool your skin. 

Moments later, Rhys collapses on top of you, holding himself up by his forearms, caging you in between them. He’s still inside you as he trails soft kisses from one shoulder blade to the other.

I love you , he sends down the bond, still catching his breath.

A tired smile creeps onto your lips. I love you, too.

#rhysand x reader #acotar #acomaf #acotar fanfiction

[dearsnow]

TWO MONTHS

- work is taking a heavy toll on your boyfriend. (patrick verona x gn!reader, angst and slight fluff, established relationship)

word count: 657

a/n - another patrick fic :) i love him so much it’s not even funny. he’s my current hyperfixation- that being said, to all my patrick lovers out there, i’m planning a 3 part series for him <3 it’s called the summer before senior year and hopefully i get around to finishing it lol

Patrick closes the door to your apartment with a heavy sigh. The day rests heavily on his hunched shoulders, leaking through his pores as grease and dejection. You stir from your place on the couch. It’s 12:24 AM, and he is just returning from work. His hair is messy, tied up in a frizzy ponytail, and his eyes hold no sparkle. He doesn’t look like himself anymore. Your brows furrow, the weight of his condition nearly bringing tears to your eyes.

“Pat, it’s past midnight.” You murmur, reaching up to cradle his face in your hands. There is a smudge of dirt on his face, which you wipe away with delicate fingers. He melts under your touch. “This isn’t healthy.” He takes both of your hands in his, kissing each one gently.

“I have to.” He grimaces. “Rent’s gone up, baby. You know that.” You lead him to your bed. The sheets are messy, as they always are. In his exhaustion, he does not care; not like he ever did, anyways. “The boys at the car shop offered me this, and I took it.” It hurts you so badly to see him like this. He seems flat, dull, lifeless. Nothing like the Patrick you met, and nothing like you ever wish him to be again. You need him to be happy. He deserves it, if nothing else. He deserves everything good- he deserves the sunshine and tender love and a quiet kiss of calm, but you can only offer him so much.

He lays back, and you pull the sheets over his chest. “I can take a second job.” You say, tracing circles on his chest. He’s too tired to take off his clothes, and you won’t force him to. He’ll be out of the house by 5:00, and he needs all the sleep he can get. He shakes his head at your suggestion, looking at you with soft eyes.

“You have college and the diner already. You’re stretched as thin as you can be.” He whispers, threading his hand through yours again.

“I still have free hours. Not much, but enough to get you some proper rest.” You manage to say. The bags under his eyes speak for themselves. He’ll end up dead if he keeps working like this. You can’t do this without him, any of it. If he dies, if he ends up in some hospital being fed by the few coins you have left dripping through his veins, you wouldn’t be able to handle it. You would gladly work every hour of every day just to see him healthy again. That isn’t realistic, though, and you know it. He’ll never let you take on that burden. You love him for it, but sometimes, his stubborn nature takes hold of him.

“No. This works, what we’re doing. We’ll be fine.” His voice is scratchy and low, but with just enough force to let you know he means it. When he looks at your face, eyes shining with unshed tears, his heart shatters. He kisses your hands again. “I promise, baby, we’ll be out of this soon enough. In two months we’ll have the money to take a break for a little bit. I’ll work lighter hours and we might even have enough saved to take you out on a proper date.” He smiles. You laugh quietly, though the sound is choked. Hot tears force themselves out of your eyes.

“Two months.” You repeat. He nods. “Two long ass fucking months.”

He starts to laugh, slowly at first, until you join. You wrap your arms around him as you giggle into his chest, and his whole body is shaking with the force of his snickering. 

“Two goddamn bitches of months.” He offers, still grinning like a madman. He laughs, and you laugh in his arms, and for the first time in a long time, you think that things might end up working out.

Taglist (misc): @skeletonfromthecloset

#solar eclipse. #patrick verona #patrick verona x reader #patrick verona imagines #10 things i hate about you #10tihay #x reader #heath ledger #fanfic #fanfiction

[robinofinashiro]

prompt: “you want me to show them who you belong to, don't you? put you in your place?"

characters/fandom: johnny joestar x reader

request status/note: sorry im having a SUPER hyperfixation over my cowboy husband

pronouns used: she/her and afab!

you were standing by your horse, ready to come out with your horse to the music that was playing. you were sporting your most iconic outfit, one that many knew about.

you were a pretty well known jockey, especially around the Kentucky area. you had your start right alongside with Johnny Joestar. Kentucky's best jockey really up until his accident. you took a lot of your inspiration from the blond haired boy and although he never knew about it, it wasn't really a secret to those around you.

being a jockey, that also meant that you had to participate in showcases. those were generally saved for when a big race was coming up and the one on the table was the Kentucky Derby. the big one as everyone called it.

you were in the running to the winner for the women's race and you felt on top of the world as everyone chattering around you was just as excited as you were about it.

"from her home state of ( insert here)," you didn't wait for your name to be called as you instantly kicked your horse off and ran around the track, smiling to the crowd as you waved your baby blue hat to them.

with being a horse prodigy and a current jockey, you knew it wasn't very hard to be able to do tricks with your horse. making sure that you consulted all of your friends and trainers to make sure that the horse wasn't getting hurt in the process, you managed to slightly stand up on her, blowing kisses to the crowd again.

not too far away from where you standing now with your horse was Gyro and Johnny. Gyro couldn't help but chuckle at how confident you were with the crowd. he knew how you really were. you weren't as confident or outgoing in person as you were in front of the crowd.

you were a shy one. someone who tended to keep to herself unless your were spoken too. Gyro being a 3x time Kentucky Derby winner and in the jockey game a lot longer than you were, he heard the real whispers around your name. you were smitten with his best friend.

Johnny Joestar. the star of the Joestar family was itching to get back on the race track.

it didn't help that Johnny was also just as attracted to you but the two of you hardly ever chatted with each other. it was like a game of cat and mouse but neither of you wanted to take the bait.

as you put your horse back to her stable to eat and get well rested after the showcase, you went to the bathroom to reapply makeup and freshen up. you knew that as soon as you stepped back out, you'd have to do a plethora of interviews.

you fixed the baby blue next scarf and dusted off your newly put on skirt. you were also sporting a vest with nothing underneath it. you generally liked to keep your image clean for any younger fans but you figured with the world practically praising you, you could get away with a little bit of skimpiness.

as soon as you stepped out onto the scene, a few reporters went towards you asking for an interview. you agreed to a few, wanting to just get over with it and make your way to the saloon not too far from the race track.

every now and again you noticed Gyro staring at you. you wanted to know what he wanted but with Johnny standing right next to him, you felt a bit intimidated.

once you finished your interviews, you were grabbing your chapstick from the inside of your boot and applying it when Gyro walked over. you gave him a knowing look, wondering what bullshit he was about to tell you. that was the only perk of being friends with Gyro was that the two of you treated each other like siblings.

"yes, what do you need Zeppeli," you asked, standing against a wooden pole. he chuckled, "the baby blue and subtle stars on your boots? you're not fooling anyone darling. it has Johnny written all over it." you laughed, rolling your eyes, "I didn't know Johnny owned baby blue and stars."

Gyro shook his head in annoyance.

"its just funny that the two things that the Joestar boy is famous for is exactly what you're wearing," you wanted to fight back but you knew there was no chance when Gyro had caught you, "I just thought that the outfit was cute and my designer agreed."

Gyro agreed, "oh believe me, you are a cute little thing and if it wasn't for Johnny, I'd totally go after you but there's a reason why he's glaring down at me right now," you slightly turned yourself around to see Johnny tapping his crutches with annoyance.

the skirt that reached up to your mid thigh was blowing against the wind as you started to feel the chills that the Kentucky night was bringing.

"i'm going to be at Shooters tonight with the rest of these fuckers. you and Johnny should come along," you said as you walked off

Gyro hummed in amusement as he watched you kick the dirt and go towards the hundred year old saloon that became infamous for horse jockeys. he knew Johnny was going to be there regardless but maybe a little bit of alcohol would help the two of you loosen up.

as soon as they arrive, they spotted you with your close friends, sitting as a booth with mugs of beer. you were still wearing your outfit from earlier but now it looked like you rode up the skirt a bit more and opened a few buttons from your vest.

Johnny and Gyro stayed towards the bar, talking amongst the friends that they had there when they noticed you were already on the dance floor, dancing with a friend of yours.

"Johnny, look," he whispered as he gave his friend a nudge. Johnny looked up and as soon as his eyes landed on yours. you were using your hat as a fan as you tried to make yourself look as sober as possible.

the three of you were now several mugs of beer into the night and you were more open to talking to whoever was around you. Gyro made his way to a girl that was dancing with you as he flashed her his grills and grabbed her hand. she instantly acknowledged what he was insinuating and started dancing against him.

you were moving to the music, minding your own, when you felt someone behind you. not giving a care in the world, you started dancing against them, smiling to the music.

Gyro shot Johnny a look of acknowledgement as he knew that if neither of you were sober, this would not be the situation that would be playing out.

as you turned around to drink some more of your beer, you noticed those bright eyes that belonged to none other than Johnny himself. your eyes widened as you instantly tried to remember when he appeared behind you but you had been dancing long enough that you just figured you were dancing with different people.

just as the song changed, the small bit of confidence you had left, you managed to sit Johnny down on a chair and started dancing on top of him. your closest friend, Abby, and Gyro, stared at each other as they realized what was going on.

Johnny was lax against the chair, sipping on his beer as your legs were wrapped around his waist lazily, "don't think you'll mind if i steal this from you?" you asked lazily as you grabbed his beanie from his head, tossing your own hat in the sea of people. he chuckled as he watched you fix his hat on your head.

"not at all," he chuckled against your neck, "it's like you want me to show them who you belong to, don't you? put you in your place?" Johnny hadn't had this kind of confidence in what felt like years. before his accident, during his days as that cocky jockey from the famous Joestar family, he would've said it like it was nothing but now? it was even surprising to him.

"maybe I do. maybe that's the whole reason why I'm here dressed in a very Johnny Joestar outfit," you murmured back, your lips now against his, "ever think that's why I showed up like this today?" Johnny's hands found your thighs as he rubbed them slowly.

"maybe I'll give everyone a show, just to showcase that you really are mine," he replied as stood up and balanced himself against his crutches and pointing out that now very large hickey on your neck. you rolled your eyes as you realized that the hickey he left you was nothing compared to how you left his lips. battered and bruised for the lack of a better word.

"i think you're on the right track, ( your name ), i think it's time we do show everyone that you were always mine."

and that Johnny did. the following morning, you had woken up to being tangled in Johnny's arms as Gyro and Abby were sending you the newlines that you were "befriending" Johnny Joestar at the famous jockey salooon.

you knew that befriending was far from the truth as the marks on both of your bodies told a completely different story and it didn't take an idiot to see that as the next race you were competing in, you were wearing Johnny's most famous beanie and the lipstick he always adorned.

#anime #anime imagines #anime imagine #johnny joestar x you #johnny joestar x reade #johnny joestar x reader #johnny joestar imagine #jjba part 7 #jjba imagine #jjba x reader #jojos bizarre adventure

[pinkpinkstarlet]

guys I need more people to ramble about and hyperfixate with over my atsv beauty and the beast au and my atsv enchanted au bc ITS TAKING ME OVERRRR

like beauty and the beast au but Jeff doesn’t get cursed by an enchantress because he’s an asshole (being honest he would not be that much of a dick) but AARON WANTS REVENGE AGAINST JEFF FOR CUTTING TIES WITH HIM AND USES HIS PROWLER ESQUE POWERS TO TURN HIM INTO A BEAST AND CURSE THE REST OF THE CASTLE. Or wait even better WHAT IF ITS A TASK ASSIGNED TO HIM BY KINGPIN AND HE RELUCTANTLY STILL DOES IT HOLY SHIT

and then there’s Rio being Belle and MIGUEL BEING GASTON HOLY SHIT HE’D BE SUCH A JERK and imagine like idk fucking Peter b as LeFou LMAO.

also omg imagine the rest of the spider society being the utensils or some shit OMGGGG like Jess being ms potts SKFHSKDHSKDHD

and also the scene where the beast transforms back into a human and belle has to take a second before she really recognizes him when looking at his eyes and they kiss but with Rio and Jeff 🥺🥺🥺 I can’t it’s so cute skfhskdhskdhd

also I feel like as a beast Jeff would kinda be more like a bear mixed with a wolf or something but it’s mostly bear qualities lolol

ok ok NOW ONTO ENCHANTED IM NOT FINISHED

IF YA’LL HAVE SEEN ENCHANTED YOU KNOW HOW THIS IS GONNA GO

So Rio is Giselle, and Jeff is Robert. That’s extremely expected. But here’s the interesting thing: GABRIEL (like Miguel’s younger brother) AS PRINCE EDWARD AND-

CONCHATA AS NARISSA

THE FUCKING POTENTIAL THIS HAS Y’ALL CANT FATHOM IT AKFHSKDHSKDHSJD

also like imagine that scene like after the “so close” scene (the most romantic scene in any movie ever btw) where Narissa shows up as a disguised old woman again and pursuades Giselle to eat the apple but with the characters we have in this au. Like thinking of Rio being extremely devastated that she can’t see Jeff ever again and that she actually wants to be a real woman in the real world. Her old fairytale life doesn’t feel right anymore, and she loves Jeff and she loves New York. And then Conchata comes here being like “you could forget everything that’s happened here, like it never happened” and manipulates her with the idea of being miserable while having to be with someone she doesn’t love forever. AND THEN THE SCENE WHERE ROBERT KISSES AND WAKES UP GISELLE AFTER EDWARD’S KISS DOESN’T WORK BUT WITH RIO AND JEFF OMGG!!!!

also Rio saving her man from dragon!conchata omg THIS IS MELTING MY BRAIN IN A GOOD WAY SKDHSJFHDJ

@t1r4misuu @deritosmi @ace-and-sleepdeprived @darksidescorner @fancylala4 @hoe-bie @kaidan-z @l0starl @punkeropercyjackson @the-cat-and-the-birdie @urmadiik @ohara-n-brown @tatumis-a

#atsv #spiderman atsv #spiderman across the spiderverse #across the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman across the verse #atsv miguel #miguel ohara #miguel o hara #spider man: across the spider verse #miguel #miguel o'hara #astv miguel #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel atsv #miguel spiderman #rio morales #jeff morales #jefferson davis #jefferson morales #jeff x rio #jefferson davis x rio morales #batb au #enchanted au #enchanted 2007 #batb 1991 #fairytale au #peter b parker #conchata o'hara

[ros3ybabe]

Life Update After a Few Days: October 18th, 2023 🎀

I’ve been a little busy with school, work, resting, and starting my workout routine back up, so here’s a little update!

I’m getting a tattoo soon! I know the aesthetic of my blog is pink and girly and coquette and I love everything that comes with the aesthetic and the lifestyle but I have an affinity for gothic style/spooky tattoos, so I’m getting a decent sized spider tattoo on my right thigh and I’m super excited! This is the first big ish sized tattoo besides the two small ones I have, and it’s the first tattoo appointment I’ve ever made so I’m really excited. A little anxious, especially for the shading portion of it, but I’m looking forward to how good it’s going to look when it’s finished and how much more confident it’s going to make me!

I’ve started working out at the gym again! My current schedule is three days of weightlifting (pull day, leg day, push day), and two days of just cardio. It feels so nice both mentally and physically to be taking care of myself like this again. I even bought some new workout shorts and gym clothes and I’m feeling better than ever! I’m focusing on improving my mental health right now and working out is doing wonders for me!

I’m working so much right now, but it’s worth it because I need the money for rent, tattoos, gym stuff, groceries, and whatever other necessities and wants pop up. I’m pulling doubles most Saturdays and it’s a little tiresome and energy draining but I’m managing pretty well. I won’t pull doubles every Saturday tho because that drives me straight into burnout and I’m trying to avoid that.

I hit 31 days on Duolingo and I’m at 28 days on Busuu, super proud of myself for keeping up with those two goals for now! I’m still working through the first two lessons of Genki and I’m still using the Kanji app but my studying has been a little bit more spread out because of my busy schedule. I’m trying to learn how to better balance multiple things without hyperfixating on just one and forgetting about everything else. I’ve noticed I tend to do that and that’s not the most productive thing for me.

I think I mentioned in a previous post that I spent a lot of money on stuff from Amazon (and Ulta) and most of it is here already besides the last couple Amazon items coming in today! I love the workout clothes I bought and the fitness/health tracker planner I bought is really interesting. I also got my language tracking bullet journal stuff in the mail so I am super looking forward to starting that up soon. Again, I noticed I tend to hyperfixate on one thing at a time but right now I’m trying to balance all my interests and things I need to do. My current “balance breakup” is: fitness/nutrition, Japanese language study, school/classes and academic success, work/making money, self care (sleep, skincare, reading, journaling, etc), boyfriend time, appointments, and chores/cleaning/housework. Sounds like a lot but there’s 24 hours in a day and 7 days in a week. Not everything has to be done in one day and as long as I manage my time efficiently, then I’ll be successful. I also try to take into account my energy levels, daily tasks, possible “curveballs”, and my current physical and mental/emotional well being. Flexibility is a must in my life but I do like having routines and things to stick to, plan and schedule wise.

I’ve been working on some posts ideas for this blog so it’s not just daily updates and stuff, but actual tips, advice, and my current routines and schedules too, to maybe help motivate and inspire you guys! I have some things in mind currently, so hopefully I can find the time to type them up and post them!

Thank you guys for 850+ followers! I never thought my blog could grow like this and I’m super happy it has! This community has given me such a safe and comforting place where I can just be myself without worry. I appreciate all of you so much!! I hope all of you have amazing days, amazing sleep, amazing skin, amazing grades, and that life is going great for all of you!

that’s pretty much all I have to update you on for now. I will be posting a Daily Check In tonight about how today went as well, to help me get back on track with posting!

til next time, lovelies 🩷🤍

#pink pilates girl #pink pilates princess #self care #self development #self love #wonyoungism #health & fitness #it girl #mental health #physical health #language learning #japanese langblr #langblr #studyblr #college studyblr #university student #that girl energy #that girl #it girl energy #clean girl #coquettecore #coquette girl #wonyoung motivation #wonyoung aesthetic #pink academia #pink aesthetic #pink blog #girl blogger #girlblog #girl blogging

[kd-holloman]

Many readers are writers and many writers are also readers. I’m no exception. With The Traveler’s Gift available for the rest of the world to read, I find myself often wondering, “How can I get people interested in a book about bisexual mobsters with superpowers?” 

I’ve had several books to hyperfixate on since 2018-2019 when the first draft of TTG came out and I drew inspiration from several authors, characters, stories, and themes to come up with something I could call my own. 

The All for the Game series by Nora Sakavic 

I love Neil and Andrew’s relationship and the way Sakavic doesn’t try to cover the trauma her characters go through.  

Six of Crows and Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardguo 

Kaz Brekker is one of my favorite fictional characters of all time and the way he is a driving force in this duology is one of my biggest inspirations. Of course, I love Bardugo’s vivid descriptions and the world she’s created. 

The Raven Cycle by Maggie Stiefvater

Who doesn’t love a soft boy with a hard edge? Ronan Lynch is one of my favorite characters. We all know I’m weak for a Scorpio man, but aside from him, Stiefvater has a wonderful way of incorporating magic into the mundane. I can’t forget to mention her lyrical, but not overdone, prose. 

The Green Creek Series by TJ Klune

From the rampant LGBTQ+ representation, to the themes of found family, and magic with limits, everything about this series is perfect. I cannot wait to order a hardcover for my bookshelf! 

And the Villains series by V.E. Schwab

The funny part of this is I had never heard of Vicious or Vengeful until one of my beta readers sent it to me. She said, “Have you ever read Vicious by V.E. Schwab? Her writing style really reminds me of yours.” And obviously, I had to get my hands on these books. When I read them for the first time, the thought that somebody could compare my writing to these stories made me cry actual tears.

But that’s neither here, nor there. Vicious and Vengeful share the most similarities to The Traveler’s Gift than any other story in the list. It features characters with superpowers who aren’t afraid to get their hands dirty for the sake of revenge. It’s dark, gritty, fast-paced, and I couldn’t put the series down until I finished. 

TLDR: 

If you like any of the books mentioned above, please check out The Traveler’s Gift on Amazon! It’s available in ebook and paperback! 

#the traveler's gift #mobsters and mayhem trilogy #aftg #tfc #andreil #neil josten #andrew minyard #soc #six of crows #kaz brekker #kanej #the raven cycle #trc #pynch #ronan lynch #green creek series #ox matheson #joe bennett #gordo livingstone #villains series #victor vale #eli ever #eli cardale #bookblr #writerblr

[intotheelliwoods]

This is probably going to be the most boring answer ever, but you will see the aftermath of the whole portaling ordeal in the next biggish update! (I have one short comic to work on before I can get to work on all that can of beans... haha beans.) Yes this includes brothers and Casey, you are just going to have to give me some time here to draw all that! :)

@overthinkingintrovert-blue

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Big Leo doesnt really have a defined, singular nickname? Rather than just an assortment of old/fruit related nicknames! Sprout could never land on just one and had quite the arsenal of names to use! The new little fella Poptart, was also about to follow this assortment of nicknames pattern before Sprout gave him an idea of what singular thing to call him

Ha names are confusing... personally unless they are referring to eachother in the comics im just resorting to call them big medium and little pfft

@marnerlue

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Yes!? I would not be going out of my way for a whole arc 2 ordeal if it wasnt cannon! If you are lost on the timeline, feel free to look at this post!

To be fair though, what is cannon, really. If you really want you could just accept this comic as the "true" ending, since it was the original ending I had in mind when I first started the series, everything past that is optional tbh but everything past that is what im going to be working on for the rest of the series so...

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Funny story! Its one thing to get hyperfixations, its another to get, hyperfixations within your hyperfixations? 2AL is my hyperfixation within my hyperfixation within my hyper- point being this ADHD brain has no other ideas. One show pony but its a one AU brain. In fact its a bit hard for me to even focus on other peoples aus because of that hahah whoops-

I say that since again, this whole comic started by accident???? And I have no clue if that luck of just, pure inspiration and motivation will ever happen again ha

+ Whenever I do finish the series (in like, 3 to 5 months maybe?), I for one am very excited to relax and go back to just making fanart for other people, no au to worry about, oh the peace of mind-

Who knows, maybe inspiration will accidentally strike again though, but its def going to be after I finish this series!

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ASBDKJABSDNH!!!!!!!

#asks #2 arms left

[suzukiblu]

Get to Know Me

Tagged by @paleolithicarcher.

List 3 ships I like: Current hyperfixations being what they are, I'd say my current faves are Tim/Kon, Core Four polyam, and Kon/Match. ( honorable mention to Tim/Kon/Bernard, because I SURE DO have a lot more of "think pink" outlined, cough cough cough )

First ship ever: Tiny baby Rin wanted Madeline and Pepito to get fucking MARRIED and anyway THAT particular ship dynamic was clearly etched in my heart from Day Fucking One, hahahaha.

Last Song I heard: "All I Ever Wanted" by The Airborne Toxic Event, one of my long-time faves. Just popped up from my shuffled likes while I was typing this up.

Favorite Childhood Book: Animorphs. Just . . . all of it. All of them. I used to call the mall bookstore first thing every month to see if the new one was in yet. ( NO WALDENBOOKS YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND I NEED IT-- )

Currently Reading Now: Mob Psycho 100 volume one. I've seen bits and pieces of the show, but my library finally got it on Libby so I finally started actually READING it. It's so stupid, I love it. ❤ Also about halfway through All Systems Red, though teeeeechnically I'm not reading that one, I'm listening to the audiobook. Saving the rest of it for a long drive I've gotta do next week. Superman Smashes the Klan is sitting on my bedside table and up next.

Currently Watching: Just finished season three of the American version of MasterChef as part of a two-week Gordon Ramsay binge I've been on; planning to rewatch Encanto this weekend. Really WANT to see American Fiction, which I'm pretty sure is streaming now, so I might ask the roommates if they're up for that one too.

Currently Consuming: McDonald's french fries and a Coke. Relatedly, I may or may not be sitting in a McDonald's as I write this.

Currently Craving: The chicken sandwich waiting in my takeout bag, lucky me!

Tagging: @chromatographic, @authenticaussie, @mistystarshine, and @definitelynotaminion.

#meme #paleolithicarcher

[gaarakun]

stay in for the night

charlie slimecicle x fem!reader

warnings: just fluff, i don’t think it needs a warning but you can let me know if i should add something

be kind pls, english isn’t my first language

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You and charlie always shared stay at home hobbies, if you could stay with each other inside of your home, then that’s what you will do. He’s very domestic, he prefers to stay inside with you.

Your favorite nights consists on him, sitting in the couch while he plays a game he is hyperfixating with at the moment, the current game being the new Zelda, while you lay your legs on top of his lap, crocheting your new project.

Most people would consider you lame for staying in all nights, but did you need to go out and party if you had the most perfect men waiting for you at home?z. His arms open every time you need some cuddles, making you laugh with every silly thing he says and that beautiful smile while he looks at you.

Tonight was one of those nights. Charlie was comfortably sitting in the couch looking so cuddly while wearing a random shirt and some pants, his messy hair resting on his forehead. So you decide to join your very buff and huggable boyfriend.

You grab your new crochet project and water bottle and sit beside him, taking the liberty to put your legs in his lap. He looks at you and smiles.

“Hey, love. Are you joining me?” he says as he pauses the game and looks at you with the biggest smile, he moves his hand to your jaw and places a sweet and quick kiss to your lips.

“Yeah, you just look so comfy and cuddly so I decided to join” you giggle as you move your head to kiss his hand that was holding your face. “I hope you don’t mind”

“Mm, of course I don’t mind. I love spending time with you, specially when you come here and sit in my lap while you watch me play” He says and drags you so your sitting fully on his lap.

He kisses your forehead and wraps his arms around you, trapping you inside his arms while he holds the controller in his hands. He starts the game again. You move a little bit to get comfy in his lap and then cuddle up to Charlie while resting your back in his buff chest. You grab your crochet project and start working on it.

“What are you working on, baby?” Charlie asks.

“I’m doing a plushie! it’s a little kitty” you smile proudly at your own work.

“Oh my god, I’m excited to see it finished” he says paying attention to your work.

You giggle at his excitement. “Once I’m done, I’ll crochet you a slimecicle plushie” you look up at him, to watch his reaction.

He has the biggest smile ever and hugs you tight while he places little kisses to your face. “I will love you even more if you do. I swear I’ll put it in my set up and everything”.

“Then I’m absolutely gonna crochet it” you say as you take his cheek and kiss him passionately. “I didn’t know you like my work that much”

“What do you mean? I love what you do and I love even more watching you having so much fun while making it”

You smile happily and continue working on your project. He continues playing and snuggles closer to you. A few hours later, you decide to stop the project for today and continue tomorrow. At this point of the night you just cuddle up into Charlie and watch him play.

He murmurs something and sighs because he can’t get a puzzle right. So you giggle at him, watching him struggle and say such incoherent things when he fails.

“Why are you laughing at me? You like watching your perfect, handsome, boyfriend and love of your life struggling?” he reproaches as you laugh even more.

“It’s just funny how you keep repeating it but you can’t get it right” you giggle as your caress his arm, trying to make him feel better. “I’ll tell you what. If you get it right in the next 2 tries, I’ll give you all the kisses you want but if you don’t get it right then you will have to take all of my turns to clean the dishes for a week. What do you say?”

He smiles and offers his hand to seal the deal. “It’s a deal” he says. You shake his hand and he immediately starts trying to get the puzzle right but he fails the first time. “I have one more chance and I’ll do it! I promise” he prepares himself.

You give him a little kiss on the cheek for good luck and he starts the puzzle, actually making it this time.

“Yes! You owe me so much kisses now, I will kiss those lips until they fall” he laughs and starts peppering kisses all over your face and hugging you tight with his arms so you can’t move too much, making you giggle.

“No, I don’t want my lips to come off, please!” you joke as you try to break off from his strong arms and you actually escape from him, as he chases you while laughing.

“Come here, you promised me those kisses!” he tries to get you as you move around the living room. If a stranger were to see you, he would have thought you two were crazy, running around the couch.

Suddenly he jumps across the couch and grabs you as he wraps his arms around you tightly. “Yes! I told you I was going to get you!” he says between giggles as he leaves tons of kisses in your face and lips as you laugh and squirm in his arms.

He picks you up and throws you to the big and comfortable couch, as he gets on top of you and places a lot more kisses, making you laugh like crazy.

“Okay, okay, I give up!” you say the moment your tummy starts hurting from laughing so much.

“I win” he lays down besides you as he get your hair out of your face that was there from all the squirming and running.

“Can you stop being such a leo for a moment?” you joke making him chuckle.

You both calm yourself and cuddle, falling into a comfortable silence. You start getting sleepy but Charlie continues his game as he is laying down with you and cuddling.

The relaxed atmosphere just makes you drift off to sleep in your boyfriend’s arms. After some minutes he notices you fell asleep. He pauses the game for a moment to check up on you, noticing you’re not deeply asleep, so he resumes his game and plays until you completely fall asleep. He turns off the tv and the console to take you into his arms and carry you to your shared bed. You wrap your arms around his neck, lean your head in his shoulder and wrap your legs around his waist in your sleep.

Once he takes you to your shared room, he lays you down softly, making sure you are comfortable, he wraps you around the blankets and goes to his side of the bed to lay down with you, the light movement when he sits in the bed makes you awake softly. He hushes you to sleep, as he cuddles into you, making sure you’re comfortable.

He places a small and light kiss to your forehead. “I love you” he whispers the moment his lips separate from your forehead.

Since you’re slightly awake, you shift a little bit to cuddle into him closer. “I love you too” you say with that cute and sleepy voice that Charlie loves. You completely fall asleep, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

He caresses your hair softly and admire your perfect face smushed up against his chest, as he tries to fall asleep. A few minutes later, you’re both asleep, in the tranquility of your home.

#slimecicle x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #slimecicle imagine #charlie slimecicle imagine #chuckle sandwich x reader

[cure-orchid]

I’ve still got some strong hyperfixation going on for one of my newest fandoms ‘The Ghost and Molly McGee’ (which I will eternally regert not watching sooner) and wanted to share some of my headcanons I’ve come up with over the last four months.

* There are a few months between ‘Jinx vs the Human World’ and ‘The End’, enough for a third season to take place. Most of the leaked scripts occur with a few exceptions: They do not find the ‘Williams’ lunchbox, by extension ‘Scratch from the Past’ doesn’t occur, Dead and Breakfast was revealed to be getting cut before the cancellation so it also doesn’t happen. And ‘Forever Home’ occurs after ‘The End’ (more below)

* I already posted my headcanon conclusion for the Chairman Ollie arc. I was going to post more on that but I’ve decided to wait (more at the bottom of this post)

* Molly is remaining positive for Scratch’s sake after he leaves. She is sad and talks about it with the others when she can…

* Then ‘Forever Home’ occurs (with Geoff in Scratch’s place) a month after Todd leaves. Patty dying and not becoming a ghost hits even harder since the loss of Scratch is still fresh. Molly allows herself to grieve in front of the others but her positivity is noticeably shaken for a week or two after. A movie hits too close to home during date night with Ollie and Molly finally breaks down and fully opens up about her sadness and fear of losing people and being alone. Ollie is the second person she’s ever opened up to about this, Scratch was the first. After that she is truly able to start healing.

* Todd visits Brighton a year later. One scheme and a hug from Molly later and his memories from his time as a wraith return! He remembers Molly first but slowly the rest come back to him.

* After remembering everyone and having a true reunion. One of the things Scratch does on his last day in town is have a one on one talk with Ollie. Scratch figures he’d understand how he feels best since they both suffered memory loss for a time and both care deeply about Molly. Ollie tells him how hard it really was on Molly and how they’ve all been looking out for her.

* Molly and Scratch keep in touch, and Adia is let in on the truth about Todd and ghosts. They have yearly visits to Brighton.

* Scratch and Adia do get married, which may or may not be motivated by tax benefits, and have a quick ceremony at a courthouse. Best Man Geoff brings wraith Molly through a portal so she can be there as their flower girl, she’s already making the joy flowers anyway.

* Molly and Libby go to college in Brighton, while Ollie goes to college in Perfektborg. Being long distance besties with Scratch has prepared Molly for a long distance boyfriend so she’s not freaking out as bad as she would have at 13. They meet every other weekend and video chat frequently.

* Mollie get married once they finish college. Scratch and Adia take an extra trip to attend and the former is the best man. Libby and Andrea are the maids of honor. Libby realizes that with what Molly is planning, Andrea will find out about ghosts one way or another. They break the news early and introduce her to Geoff and Jeff, she’s freaked out but it gives context to some early events.

* Scratch and Adia die in a hang-gliding accident when Molly is in her early 20’s. They don’t reunite right away but Molly figures, and gets Geoff to spill, that Scratch is waiting to make a grand entrance at the funeral. He and Adia scare everyone not in the know at said funeral when they emerge from their graves. Molly and Ollie present the ghost couple with a large dollhouse and they move in with them.

* The girls future’s are pretty obvious, Molly becomes mayor of Brighton, Libby writes novels, June is a scientist, and Andrea marries Alina and her vision board becomes a reality. As for the boys, Ollie becomes a therapist with patients living and dead. Darryl is part of some government task force, that is all he is able to divulge.

* Mollie have their first daughter a few years later, Piper Chen-McGee. She inherits the swoopy hair and living with ghosts her whole life gives her a hyperfixation on the paranormal. From the moment they met and she grabbed his snoot, Scratch has been a doting uncle to her and the two are really close.

* Five years after comes Joy Chen-McGee. I haven’t thought too much about what she would be like but for sure she continues the legacy of enhappifying/engoodifying, enhappigoodifying if you will.

* Once they die, Ollie becomes the chairman for good. He has a white robe made for Molly, it doesn’t have any special powers but she’s already got her unique joy energy.

So I was already planning on writing a Ghost Friends one shot, I was going to save it for Halloween but I’ve decided to move it up and release it in around a month.

In addition, I’ve got two other fics that will be released after; one will be an anthology fic focusing on Ollie, exploring his character, his interactions with different characters, and going through his chairman arc! The other will be Molly and Scratch reuniting, because these two are family and it’s cruel to keep them apart.

I’m not sure how long it’ll take to churn these out, but the Ollie fic should start in June once I finish the Ghost Friends oneshot.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #TGAMM #headcanons #story ideas #molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #libby stein torres #ollie chen #darryl mcgee #june chen #andrea davenport #adia williams #mollie #molliver

[ssreeder]

hello!!!!!

i started reading liab two weeks ago i think? and i just finished "risking it all" and i

i could scream?? in a good but also not good way?? like bro what was that omg. THE GOODBYE KISS? AZULA? REHO AND JET? i can't

lowkey almost scared to start "into the fire" but erm.. the zukka hyperfixation is real and i don't think i can stop after making it this far

so far reading the series has been a rollercoaster holy moly

you had me giggling and kicking my feet when zukka finally kissed help but the scenes between katara and hakoda/the gaang and iroh when they talked about sokka/zuko being dead?? i was so close to full on BAWLING. and bato's backstory?? i cried

i'm still not over eve and v btw

i have so much to say but i don't really know what that stuff is

but dude holy moly i love your fics and i'm so excited to keep reading

you've done such a good job in portraying the characters and their emotions and everything

this series has been consuming my thoughts ever since i started reading it, i can't begin to tell you how much i look forward to reading the rest

ok i'm just yapping atp but seriously your stuff is so cool

idk what else to say help but i hope you have a lovely day!!!!

THE FUCKING GOOOOODDDBBBYYYEEEE KISS!!!

I know they’re so dramatic haha, I can’t deal with them sometimes.

I will warn you the beginning of ITF is… ROUGH, but it lightens up a lot. If you have craved more wholesome interactions you’ll get that in ITF (but the boys are still RIDDLED with trauma so it’ll never be coffee shop AU sweet, it’s just not that kind of fic)

If you enjoy Bato you’ll be happy that he gets some attention in ITF and I am excited/scared for his character haha ;)

THANK YOU FOR THIS AMAZING COMMENT!!!!!

Seriously… I get horribly insecure at random times and when I get asks like this it reminds me people do enjoy my writing & that I shouldn’t be so damn insecure all the time haha. (Seriously thank you thank you thank youuuuu!!)

I hope you enjoy ITF! Come tell me if you do!

#People have been vibing with RIA lately haha #I’m not complaining … but it’s just nice to hear? #the hyperfixation is so real LIAB is constantly on my brain #I’m glad you’re enjoying it #& as much as LIAB is a very WHUMP fic I do try to take the trauma seriously #I really strive to take their progression slow and steady and not rush through things #Sokka has some mature moments next chapter which is nice #and it’s cray to see how much our boy had grown? #like… swinging at the first guy who makes eye contact with him vs choosing not to respond knowing it’ll end in a fight #LIKE… WHO IS THIS GUY??? #(not say sokka won’t pop off again because that’s just… LIAB Sokka haha but yeah PROGRESSION!) #Come back and tell me if you like ITF! PLEASE #I like validation and I’m emotionally needy #YAY FOR NICE ASKS #THANK YOU ANON #I HOPE YOU HAVE A LOVELYIER DAY #leaving it all behind #LIAB #ITF #ask #into the fire

[kitsu-katsu]

I'm gonna make this post as condenaed and abridged brainrot to explain why Victor Frankenstein is my boy from 200 yr old media prompted by a tag question from @samathekittycat in a post I reblogged because that highjacking would've been too much

So. Basically every adaptation ever is way off, Victor in the og novel is a guy from a rich family, yes, but one that has it's own fucked up occurrences that shape him even though he says his life is the peak of idyllic and that can lead to really good character analysis

He becomes an alchemy fanatic at 13, completely obsesses over it, even harder when his father claims the whole subject to be trash and he's in general somewhat fascinated by natural occurrences as well, so he gets it into his head that he wants to change the world by attaining the alchemist dream of basically defeating death, and this is all exacerbated when he's about to be sent away to study in Ingolstadt at 17 and just days before his mother dies of an illness his cousin-sister-future wife (it's complicated, it's a whole mess with hiw mother's involvement too) contracted first, so his trip is delayed a bit, but he never really processes his grief and is not that interested in actual science at first until a professor he meets there validates the alchemists ambition and he starts to hyperfixate on science so bad he's surpassed his professors in 2 years, and with all this baggage, at 19, he decides he's going to decode the secrets of death basically, because as he sees it at this point, if applied enough in the right direction with a scientific method any mediocre man could change society

So he builds his creatire after 2 years of isolating himself completely to do it, so he finishes it at like 21, and the thing is, the guy basically did all of this in a hyperfocused state he started at 19 and influenced by All That Baggage and grief he has Not Processed, so he wasn't really thinking about the consequences of anything. So his creature opens its eyes and suddenly the weight and terror of everything falls upon him along with a good mix of uncanny valley, and he just. Collapses. He sleeps a bit, his creature's still there, and he's so scared he runs away from his dorm room and by chance meets with his bff who was back in Geneva with the rest of his family he hasn't talked to in 2 whole years, his creature sneaks out while this is happening, and when going back, Victor is so mentally collapsed and strained and also scared he mighr be called crazy that he's just glad that the creature's gone and enters a fragile state where he's just completely physically sick and done for for a Big While, he can't take care of himself anymore and can't even look at anything relatingnto science anymore

When he's getting better, he has to go back to Geneva because his brother died. Whoah-oh, it was the Creature. He confronts it eventually and it asks for a bride and promises to go away with her, this is a Whole Conflict, because Victor can't reveal what he knows or he'll be labelled insane, he also doesn't wanna finish the bride because she'll also be her own person and what if she doesn't wanna run away with og Creature as his bride? While all of this is happening, one family servant is being accused of the murder and trialed, Victor is squealing in a corner

Basically, he's very autistic, he's seen a hysteric, his creation of the Creature can be analyzed from so many different angles, from teenage pregnancy and postpartum depression, trans experiences (both transmasc and transfemme! I've seen excellent analysis from both perspectives, though I have a personal bias towards the transmasc reading), the process of artist in general (like, that point when you start drawing something and you start zooming into every detail for hours and once you zoom out again you realize you don't like how it came out at all even though you put so much time into it), his illnesses and disabilities both mental and physical are really interestingly depicted as well, overall, he's a very meaty character who was FAR from making everything right, in fact, he did a lot wrong, but he's also a victim of his circumstances, a teen/young adult in the whole duration of the thing, and is suffering tons of pressure from everywhere while losing his purpose and selse of self to his opposition to his own creation. They are the definition of "they can make eachother worse" and Victor loses everything. He's a tragedy. A tragedy that a lot of people wanna ignore and just say he's plain evil because the Creature must be plain good and they feel smart if they say the typical "Small brain: Frankenstein was the monster vs Big brain: Frankenstein was the scientist, not the monster vs Galaxy brain: Frankenstein was the monster all along" and they completely skip out on all the depth this character has

I went super aurface level in a lot of parts here, but I hope it's somewhat understandable

I recommend reading the novel though! It's Good

#Frankenstein #Frankenstein 1818 #Victor Frankenstein #kitsu rambles #absolute ramble #if I went into depth on any of these they'd all be their own post #there's SO MUCH