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hello!! hiiii! hiya! it's dandelion, the official waddle dee town gardener, aka this fella ⬇️
they're a bit clumsy, but love going on walks, getting cafe cake, looking at movie posters, and going up to random dees and chatting with them :]]
#im in love with them if you cant tell#also i really like flowers whoops#uh dandelion!!!! enjoy!#kirby series#waddle dee#kirby oc#veves ultra cool art#OH also i mentioned this before but they used to be dahlia and daffodils apprentice before the vortex#now they work here full time#little adorable tiny baby flower kid#gardener dee
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lyra kawamoto fragment sekai go!!
LYRA KAWAMOTO FRAGMENT SEKAI LETS GOOO
Lyra’s fragment sekai takes place in a courtyard surrounding by a white fencing, with a white cage in the center decorated by various red and blue flowers growing on the bars. Inside said cage is a table with two seats, a tea set on top with two cups set out. Both equally full of black tea. On the side of the table nearest to her, there sat a silver hand mirror, the frame decorated by rubies and aquamarines.
There are other tables outside of the cage, but none with chairs. They all have letters though, sealed with a heart sticker, but addressed to no one. There's a bunch of blank polaroids too.
Underneath the bars of the cage and the table sits a river small enough to just pass underneath the table without touching the chairs. But big enough to let red lycoris flowers float down.
The garden is silent, with only noise Lyra is able to hear is chirping birds off in the distance, and the gentle running stream of the river.
With nothing else to do, after waking up here, Lyra seems gravitated to sit in the center table inside the cage. She picks up the mirror on her side of the table to inspect it out of curiosity, only to notice she has no reflection in it. She stares at the mirror for a while to take in the fact she has no reflection. She's speechless.
She's so caught up in looking at the mirror without her reflection that she doesn't notice a girl that looks weirdly like her looking at her from across the table. She has her same face shape, skin tone, onyx colored eyes, and, despite her mostly blue-dyed hair, she recognizes her own hair's shade of brown in the roots of the other. It was put into pigtails just like her too.
She seems almost familiar to Lyra, but she can't seem to put her finger on why.
But the girl starts talking to Lyra like they've known each other for a long while now, and Lyra can't help talking back to her. The girl knows a bunch of secrets of Lyra's that she can't recall telling any, and Lyra seems to know a lot about this other girl too.
Lyra tosses four sugar cubes into her tea, before going for a fifth. The girl across from her makes a snide remark about there being so much sugar in her tea, saying that much sugar would kill someone. Lyra pouts for a bit, before noticing the girl is going to start drinking her own tea without any sugar.
Lyra asks about this, tea is so bitter without sugar after all, but the other just simply says her taste buds are trained for this. So much time with uncle has gotten her used to drinking tea with no sugar, and it's just an acquired taste. Lyra thinks back to her own relationship with her her family, particularly with Bill, thinking about how little she's talked with her own uncle since her thirteenth birthday and he gave her Ombre the Eevee.
The girl in front of her goes for a sip of her own tea, grimacing once she takes it. Not that it's bitter. It's cold. Weird. Lyra's cup feels like it just came from the kettle. Lyra moves to grab the kettle, but the girl in front of her stops her. Neither of them should fill a cup. Less they accidentally cross too far across the river underneath their table.
The two continue talking for a bit. Not really telling each other about themselves outside of miscellaneous, unimportant tidbits. And while Lyra could almost swear the girl was the missing image from the mirror initially, the more the two talk, the more different they start appearing. From the little ticks, the speaking style, personalities. They may have the same face. But that's all they have in common.
And as their conversation wraps up, both cups now emptied, the girl in front of Lyra makes a comment: "Thank you for being kind to me, you truly are a wonderful soul."
"I hope we both find happiness, so we'll never cross paths again."
When Lyra asks what the girl in front of her means, a strong breeze starts blowing. The blue haired girl blows away with the wind, simply smiling with her eyes closed, the cards and polaroids blowing away with her.
Two of them land on the table, with all of them being addressed to her. One of the hearts is lined in gold, the other is lined in silver. Both of them inside talk about how much they love her presence, everything they like about her, how thankful they are for her. And as she reads the letters, the polaroids start to fade in, all with pictures of her, Silver, Ethan, and a Kris hanging out on the Pokemon Center PC, or one time when she was being held up in the pokewalker by Lyra.
All of them precious memories.
Tears start forming in her eyes, and she starts trembling. The flowers have turned red, and the aquamarines doning the mirror have all become rubies.
A teardrop falls from her face, and onto the mirror. Causing her reflection to suddenly appear. A reflection that has become nothing like the girl that sat across her from the table just moments ago. And as she stares more at the mirror, watching her tears fall, she starts smiling, wiping away at them as she chuckles lightly.
"Thank you..." she whimpers.
A light starts glowing from the mirror, taking her away from the garden.
#pokemashe#lyra kawamoto#ask games#THIS BECAME MORE A FANFICTION#WHOOPS#I spent the rest of my shift thinking about what her fragment sekai would be like and this is what i came with aughh#this takes place during her major identity crisis and questioning what her place in the world TRULY is#whether or not she has a right to continue existing#whether or not she's a ghost#(see: no reflection in the mirror. river motif ft lycoris flowers)#stuff like that#I'm somewhat proud of this concept though I think this is really good#fitting her aesthetic wise but also more importantly fitting her internal conflict
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🍃🌸 VENUS REF SHEET 🌸🍃
I seriously didn't think I would finish it this year lol. BUT I DID. Here are the Dream & Nightmare, and Older Dream ref sheets to go with it!!
I'm very proud of this design, I've been brainstorming it for about a year?? I really wanted her to be more than just "a human but green" and I think I did a lot to give her real Plant Features and also a lot of personality! More info in tags lol.
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#UTMV#Dreamtale#Venus Dreamtale#Ghost Timeline#Black Apple Blues#quo's art#quo's colors#Venus#Dreamtale mom#I don't have a standard tag for her WHOOPS#Really happy with this design#Her name is Venus rather than Nim because “Nim” looks like Nm which is a frequent shortening of Nightmare.#Also “Venus” is a god of apples#and is the name of a bug-killing plant lol.#Worm insisted I add the fire bath part#it's one of the few things you learn about her in BWB XD#looking up and drawing all those flowers was very fun#apple flowers for the main Venus' head because I'm predi- I mean thematically consistent
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Okay….Adam sfw and nsfw headcanons? I cannot believe I have begun to simp after this trashbag DAMN YOU ALEX BRIGHTMAN-
I have an admission... I fucking love Adam pls keep sending Adam requests in I can't get enough of this man
Also, sorry I've been MIA, I've got a lot of deadlines coming up so updates will be more spaced out over the next few weeks :)
I love Adam but he's quite difficult to write, so pls lmk what you guys think! I tried to keep him in character! (This was far longer than planned lol I just love this man)
NSFW - Minors DNI
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Adam x f!reader - General Headcannons
SFW
You'd been in heaven for many decades, possibly even centuries, before you had ever even entered Adam's radar
He was the 'original dick', as he liked to constantly remind everyone within shouting distance, and spent all of his time surrounded by the higher-ups of Heaven, attending meetings, court-hearings, and dealing with training his danger-tits army for the next extermination
It would take a lot to enter his radar, having to work your way into the correct circles, gain the right connections and attend the right events
But once you're in the circumference of society he haunts, you're on his radar immediately
He's a man with fine tastes, look at his previous wives, he has a type ("fucking bombshells" as he would describe them) and as soon as he sees you in his peripheral one afternoon he's zoned in and absolutely entranced
No one has ever said no to him before, so when you do, he's taken aback. Hiding his confusion and deep-rooted offence with a flippant comment "Oh, playing the hard to get game, babe? Lucky for you I fucking love the chase."
Inwardly, he's fucking fuming, why on earth would you reject him? Alas, he's sure he'll win you over eventually... right?
He's arrogant, he's cocky, he's a self-entitled piece of shit, but he's also determined, passionate, and is anything but a quitter
You will not know peace for months after your reject him
He'll storm into your office whenever he feels like it - which is whenever he has enough free time to do so - bugging you relentlessly as you try and finish your work. He never stops asking questions about you: your day, your hobbies, your love life, what're you doing after work tonight? He's free, he could take you somewhere nice, show you a real fun time
When you stop answering he starts bitching about his day to you, about the local gossip, about some Seraphim that pissed him off, about some bitch at the bar, which he could totally take you to, did he mention he was free tonight?
He doesn't just hound you at work, and you often find yourself coming to a screeching halt in the street and abruptly turning the other way when you spot his iconic mask - he's a tall man, his horns poking noticeably above the crowd as he tries to find any excuse to find and talk to you
When he gets really desperate, after months and months of unsuccessful attempts of gaining your attention, he finally turns to Lute with the all too familiar question "You're a woman, right? What do you-"
The advice she gives is not one he is happy to receive, 'stay away and tone it the fuck down', but he listens, ego taking a massive hit as he watches you carry on as normal
Funnily enough, you start to miss the annoying dick, and you begin to look forward to his far less frequent visits, which mainly consist of you both bumping into each other at work and making polite conversation
When he really can't take it anymore, and he happens to hear rumour about another man planning on asking you on a date, he practically breaks down your office door with a bouquet of flowers, thrusting them unhappily into your hands and asking incredibly politely for you to please go on a date with him
You're both surprised when you agree, and he can feel his face heating up beneath his mask as he whoops, calling a "I knew you'd come around babe, I'll pick you up at 8 tonight. Can't wait to see what you wear." over his shoulder as he bustles back out of your office, practically vibrating until he can tell Lute the news
He's 'The Original Man', and once you become his girl there is nothing he wouldn't do for you - he's constantly swinging by your office and pulling away the less important paperwork, commenting that he can get one of his workers to do it and freeing up time for you both to hang out; he's constantly flying through your balcony with bags of some new takeaway and chatting about this amazing new food place he found as he drops the heavy bags on your counter; someone causing you trouble? If he can't personally deal with it due to some 'relationship' he has to upkeep, he's sure to inform Lute who will have the situation handled before sunset that same day
Basically, he has authority in Heaven, and he's going to use that to make your life as easy as possible
Having a bad day? He can fix that. Oh, not in the mood for sex? Well, he's an amazing cuddle buddy, and he has the softest wings, let him just grab some snacks from the kitchen and then get ready for a night on the sofa wrapped in his strong arms and soft wings
His wings are insanely soft, and big, and despite his best efforts, no matter how long you've both been dating, they will flutter if he hasn't seen you in an extended amount of time, or if you're wearing something particular nice - he can't control it and it thoroughly ruins his bad-boy persona
You're the only other person beside Lute who he feels comfortable with letting preen his wings, and after you start officially dating he only comes to you with the issue, batting his eyelashes and pleading with you to 'take care of him'. You do, and he always breaks his promise not to 'make it weird' until you give him a firm smack on the back of his head - he's fallen asleep more times than you can count with your hands in his wings
He returns the favour, of course, and he sticks to his word like a gentleman, hands remaining firmly against your wings and not daring to wander. He's not a saint, however, and he will whisper less-than-holy things in your ear as he works - he'll stop if you don't play along, and finds himself enjoying the innocent intimacy of it. If you do play along? Oh, boy, his hands don't stay on your wings for long
He uses his wings a lot in his body language, and in your initial stages of courting he'll constantly puff them out to make him seem bigger, trying to impress you with his sheer size - embarrassingly for you, it works
PDA is not approved of in heaven, so he has to maintain his distance from you in public but that is a completely different matter in private
He will take every opportunity to touch you, innocently, whether that be a had on your jaw to bring your attention back to him or to guide your gaze wherever he wants you to look, a hand on your bicep to pull you this way and that, a large hand between your shoulder blades if you're being too slow
In public, completely subconsciously, whichever wing is closest to you will outstretch, barely noticeable to the majority of people, corralling you in closer to his side, and protecting you from whatever might happen - there's no danger in heaven, but still, he likes to know you're safe, and his wings reflect that desire
In private, he's constantly got a hand on you, oftentimes both, on your arms, your shoulders, your waist, the small of your back, your thighs, fucking anywhere - he likes having you on his chest on the sofa, and he finds it funny when he tries to do the same and crushes the air from your lungs
He loves when you cook and he can just stand behind you with his chin propped on your head or shoulder and his arms around your waist. You constantly have to tell him off for whispering foul things in your ear, but he quickly shuts up when you threaten to send him away, his grip tightening against you as he pouts playfully and watches silently
He will actively stretch out his wing when it's cold or windy or rainy, shielding you from the elements with his large wings and loving the excuse to pull you close. "What're they gonna say babe? I'm just keeping you dry."
The biggest difficulty in your domestic lives is the housework, he's an old fashioned man and he's never really had to do housework before. He's gotten better throughout your relationship, but he still absolutely hates washing dishes, but he'll happily sit in the kitchen and keep you company and talk mindlessly as he watches you work. He always thanks you with a kiss
If you ever make him do it, expect to be sat on the counter right next to him and no you cannot leave until he's done and yes you will listen to him complain the entire time and yes he will always slap your ass with a wet hand as payback, cackling as you yell half-heartedly
Deep down, incredibly deep, oceanic levels of deep, past the many many levels of crude jokes and brash humour, of over-compensating confidence and attempted witty one-liners, past the smirk and the puffed chest and the domineering presence, is a man who is cripplingly doubtful and insecure - two of his wives have left him for the same man, and he's absolutely terrified (but would rather burn in the fiery pits of hell than ever admit it) that it's going to happen again
He can seem rude and brash and uncaring, but he really is trying his best, and he's desperate to prove to you, in his own way, how much he really cares (He's scared to admit even to himself how much losing you would crush him)
Because of this, no event is ever half-assed - it's your birthday? He's got the biggest cake he can find and he's made some of his exterminators set up a surprise birthday party for you. It's your anniversary? He's pretending he's forgotten until the morning of and suddenly you've got a reservation at one of the nicest and most in-demand places in all of Heaven
"Come on, sugar," He'd reprimand you mockingly, shit-eating grin on his face at your excitement "you really thought I'd forget my special girl?"
He can doubt himself sometimes, worrying about your feelings for him, but he hides his insecurities whenever you catch him in deep-thought with some lame sex-joke
He doesn't ever want to talk about his insecurities, and he'll never outright tell you what he fears more than anything, but you pick up on it after enough time together
You don't pry, but you do card your hands through his hair when you see his eyes go particularly glossy one afternoon, pressing a kiss to his temple and scratching at his scalp, making your way slowly to his wings and back and taking your sweet time. He closes his eyes and listens to you ramble about your day, which eventually turns into you rambling about him, how handsome he is, how hard he works, and how much you love him and how you don't know what you'd do without him
He doesn't realise it, but you say just the rights things he needs for him to regain that pep in his step and for his cocky words to have more meaning behind them
NSFW
He's the Original Dick, and you'd hope he had the goods to back up the talk with the amount of bragging he does
He does; he does have the goods, and some would say he's being humble because what the fuck
He's the oldest human in history - he's seen it all, done it all twice, and he's more than willing to share some of his tricks with you
He's too proud and self-centred to ever let you have complete control, but when he's particularly lazy he'll let you go on top (as rare as this occasion is) but he'll still guide you as best as he can, lifting you easily with his strong arms and sweet-talking you with his sharp tongue
The first time you ever see him without his god-awful mask is during an intimate moment - you're first intimate moment, where you downright refused to continue if he didn't take the cursed thing off his face
Again, he's insecure, and it takes a lot of reassurance and just the right amount of kisses on his jaw and neck for him to be convinced that taking his mask off was worth it
He lets you look at him for several moments, and then he's had enough and he took his mask off for a fucking reason and he's pulling you into his lap and kissing you properly for the fist time
You can compliment him later, he has other things on his mind right now, the main one being fucking you until you can't even conjure a coherent thought
After that encounter he slowly takes his mask off in private with you more and more, learning to appreciate how nice it was to be able to kiss your temple and actually feel you against his lips, as well as how nice it was to feel your lips against his cheek
Still keeps the mask on sometimes, especially when you ask so nicely
He absolutely loves receiving head, resting back in his office chair or against the back of the sofa and letting you get to work, grunts and groans falling from his lips as his hands grip your hair tightly and guide you exactly how he wants you
He will give head as well, he's not selfish by any means, but he much prefers kissing you as you fall apart beneath him - for him, he'd much rather swallow your screams and mutter dirty things in your ear as he brings you to release
Be careful with his wings, especially when he lets you preen them - gentle touches can easily be misinterpreted as passionate caresses and before you know it you're pinned on your back with a red-faced and disheveled looking Adam hovering above you, muttering about how you're a "fucking tease" and if "you wanted it so bad all you had to do was ask, sugar. I'll never leave you wanting."
He knows the power of wings, and his heavy touches against your own when he needs to "Just sliding past babe, what's that fucking look for? Can't a man work?" are no accident. He loves getting you all wound up. He takes it as a personal challenge to do it in public, and his shit-eating grin remains the entire day before he's pressing you against the door of his office or your plush bed and muttering about how fucking needy you are.
He doesn't take being teased well, and he'll glare at you the entire time until he can do something about it - he'll have even less patience than usual, especially for people who aren't you, and often has to do damage-control after he's regained his bearings a few hours later
He's a big man, and he uses that to his full advantage, man-handling you with ease, positioning you exactly where he wants you, pinning both of your wrists easily with only one of his large hands, pushing your legs apart like butter
He can lift you easily, and he'll hold you against the wall, or countertop, or wherever the fuck you guys are, and he'll keep you there until he's done
Lute has walked in on you both far too many times, and she always hurtles back out of the door cursing at you both angrily
He likes pinning you beneath him, spreading his wings over your forms and completely shrouding you with his form - you're fucking his, and no one else will take that from him
He fucking loves dirty talk, and it's a challenge to get him to shut up - he'll carry on talking at you long after you're able to respond, and he'll just start talking about that instead: "Aw, look at you, can't even fucking say my name you're so fucking dumb for this c-"
As said before, he's insecure based on the way he lost his two previous wives and the reflects into the bedroom
If you do degrade him, he'll just challenge you, telling you you've obviously not learnt your fucking lesson and picking up the pace, desperate to prove he's the exact opposite of whatever had just spilled from your mouth - you'll pay for trying to goad him on, he won't relent until you're a babbling shaking mess, stuttering out apologies and taking back everything you had just dared to say to him
Any praise you offer him he absolutely laps up. Call him handsome, tell him your his, tell him there's no one else in the world who would ever compared to him, how good he's fucking you - he'll get so wrapped up in the praise he'll even stop talking, completely focussed on his task of making you feel good, making sure you know there's no one else who could give you what he does
Dig your hands into his wings and he becomes a groaning mess, and it'll only be a few seconds of you muttering those sweet praises in his ears and your nails digging into his wings before he's collapsing on top of you and panting raggedly, still trying to mutter out curses and praises through his gruff gasping
When he really loses control his wings will flap of their own accord, and you've had to completely clear your side tables because he kept accidentally smashing everything that was on them
He likes to rest afterwards, and he usually tries to encourage you into going another round.
He'll tug you into his sweaty side, pulling you half onto his chest as he breathes deeply, immediately asking if you enjoyed it, and when you agree, he'll always mutter something along the lines of "Of course you fucking did, it's me."
#hazbin hotel#Hazbin Hotel adam#Hazbin Hotel#Hazbin Hotel x reader#Hazbin Hotel Adam#Hazbin Hotel Adam x reader#Adam x reader#lute#Hazbin Hotel lute#Hazbin Hotel smut#Adam smut#Hazbin Hotel Adam smut#Hazbin Hotel x reader smut#smut
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can you write the f1 dilfs sucking on tits cause it's a need not a want at this point love!!
A/N: I'm doing Lewis, Jenson, and Sebastian. Also warning for slight lactation kink, whoops
Lewis:
He's been dying for 9 months, to wrap his lips around your tits. He's missed them a lot more than he'd rather to admit, fuck even caught himself staring so damn hard he could almost feel your soft flesh in his mouth and the little whimpers you'd let loose when he swirls his tongue and gently bites, fuck he missed it like damn drug.
Yet, 9 months ago you decided to pierce both your nipples and when he found out, he got so damn hard and immediately went to suck on them. But when your hand pushed him back, he was so confused. "No touching," Lewis groans, reaching out again and you slap his hand. "Lewis, you can't touch them for a while," Lewis looks up shocked and you giggle at his confused face. "How long?" He groans staring at them, wanting to suck them into his mouth. "9 months."
So here he was, having finally reached the tail end of the 9 months and he couldn't wait to feel the metal on his tongue and the sweet whimpers he was about to pull out of your mouth. "Now can I?" He asks, and you look up from the couch. ever since you got them pierced, you haven't really worn a bra, wanting them to heal quicker.
"Sure," You giggle, Lewis wasted no time dipping his head down and slowly rolling his tongue over the sensitive nipple, dropping your phone, head rolling back you whimper when he lightly nips and you jump at the feeling. Lewis groans, having missed the feeling of it in his mouth. "Fucking gorgeous, now, I wonder if you could orgasm from this alone." You whine and nod your head wanting to find out if he could do this.
Jenson:
You don't know what it was, but you needed something to help you with your period. You kept thinking maybe it was a food craving. Going to the kitchen you whine when the food just made you twitch your nose. Okay, not a food craving maybe you wanted to be wrapped in warmth even though it was becoming spring, you needed it to be hotter. Nope, that just made you uncomfortable and you wanted to cry.
You try one last thing, which was you playing with your tits. You hiss at how sensitive they are, but it feels so good, but it's not enough. Looking at the clock you whine and throw yourself onto the couch as your boyfriend wasn't due home for another hour.
So closing your eyes and lying on the couch you have no shame ripping your bra off and tossing it somewhere. Wearing on of Jenson's soft white t-shirts you start to play with your tits, whining as it wasn't enough but just right for the moment.
Jenson smiles as he steps into the apartment, as he was bringing you flowers and your favorite products to help with the period. Moving down the hall he stops, seeing your bra just lying on the floor. "Sweetie?" Shrugging off his Mclaren jacket and hat he walks in and stops seeing the sight before him.
"Jense, they hurt. Help me?" He swears under his breath and moves forward, kicking off his shoes in the process. "Aww, sweetie, do they hurt?" You nod your head and remove your shirt, Jenson unable to stop himself as he licks his lips. "Suck them, please?" Jenson nods and drops to his knees, placing soft kisses everywhere but where you needed him.
"Jenseeeeee, please they're so sore." You're on the verge of crying when Jenson finally sucks the first nipple in, almost like a muscle has stopped being tight you relax and breath out in relief. Jenson smiles around and moves to the next one, relaxing even more as you tangle your fingers in his shirt hair tugging a little bit. He pulls off and licks around them before looking up at you and nipping at them, which has you whimpering. "Shhh, I've got."
Sebastian:
You loved your husband, but right now you hated the little alien inside you. You back hurt, bones aching, head pounding, your blood pressure was going up and down like crazy, you were once crazy horny that Sebastian joked like you were fucking like bunnies.
That caused you not to touch him for almost a month because you were so angry. He dealt with it all like a champ really. You couldn't have asked for a better husband or father of your child. But, right now you wanted to punch him awake as you felt like your breasts were about to burst.
He was peacefully sleeping and here you were, dying from the pain and the need to have them sucked on. "Seb," You whisper, poking him hard in his ribs. Sitting up quick you giggle at his wild ass curls sticking up everywhere. "What? What's wrong, are you okay?" He flips on a light and stops seeing the glare and how you're no longer wearing a shirt, much less a bra. Sebastian looks you over and notices how swollen your breasts look and sigh.
"Need me to suck on them, hmm?" You groan and move, getting comfortable as he lazily lies down and sucks on into his mouth. Hissing you relax slowly with each suck his mouth does. Sebastian puts a little bit more pressure and groan when something wet lands on his tongue. Pulling off his moans, and smirks up at you. Neither of you say anything as when he was driving for red bull and you two first started to date, you were made clear of his kinks.
But now with him Ferrari, he seemed to become the one in control, but you sometimes missed those days and right now you felt like it was the old times. "Fuck, you're gorgeous, growing out baby, providing for them, fuck." Sebastian goes to your other breast as the other wasn't as swollen anymore.
Whining you pull him closer, as he sucks even pulling out some milk. In that moment you didn't care it just felt to damn good.
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Even more fluffy relationship headcanons for Astarion and Tav
Listen guys, I'm not done yet. For now, as soon as I get one idea out, three more pop up in my mind and since you guys seem to really like these (it's seriously and positively insane to me), I'll happily provide you more as long as I am able to. So, let's-a go: more headcanons and little ideas about them being together!
(Gif from here!)
You love when Astarion smiles at you - just openly and full of joy; the sort of smile you've rarely seen from him during your adventures but they keep getting more and more, also they make him look just so young and carefree and beautiful and your heart just... melts
When Astarion quickly notices how you basically faint whenever he does this, he starts employing it to work his charms on you when he needs it - not the real big and joyous smiles though because they are so real and cherished to him he wouldn't dare use it to tease or manipulate you - they're only reserved to make you happy
Charming you is like breathing to Astarion though, you are just so helpless against his flattery and flirting because why would you resist if you could just give him everything that makes him happy?
When you mention once though that you'd hope to gain some immunity to it some time, Astarion is insulted: "No, love, making you blush is my favourite thing in the world. You are so beautiful with your cheeks all flushed. As long as I have a say in it, we will never stop!"
Tav likes teasing him just as much as Astarion enjoys it the other the way around: "You know if you would stop drawing your brows together all the time, it'd take fifty years off your face immediately." Moments of silence in which Astarion is just utterly shocked by your burn, then: "Who taught you to be this brutal, darling?" You raise an eyebrow at him, he helplessly lifts his arms: "Yeah right, I have only myself to blame."
Also, Astarion and Tav are definitely the kind of power couple that throw each other meaningful sassy looks when they're with other people and those are talking shit or something
Also, afterwards they will most definitely discuss and gossip over everything they experienced
Astarion is definitely the kind of man that would shower Tav with gifts, from coming home with a single beautiful flower that "reminded me of you, my beautiful blossom" ("How cheesy..." "Ah, so rather a gouda next time?") or a nice bottle of wine to share to bigger gestures like jewelry or expensive dresses ("When am I ever gonna wear this, Astarion?" "I don't know, we'll just make an opportunity!")
Tav loves all of his gifts but probably the small ones or the hand-crafted ones the most, she's happy with the little things but Astarion insists she deserves the big ones just as much
One time though, Astarion comes home with something else entirely; it's pouring outside and he's completely drenched and hiding something in his doublet jacket; "What do you have there, Astarion, a wheel of cheese?" Astarion carefully opens up his jacket to reveal a small white kitten that is just as drenched as him and is desperately trying to cling to the vampire's chest. "I found her all alone in a dark alleyway, cold and completely soaked, I thought maybe we could take care of her and she could be friends with Scratch?", he says while he carefully lifts up the small ball of fluff with an incredible softness in his eyes. Your heart is thoroughly melting as you walk over to them and you give Astarion the most loving of kisses
Well, the last one would almost be a drabble on it's own, I saw a similar post that made me think of this (I will find and tag them later!) Hope you enjoyed and I'm late for work now, whoops...
This is the post I mentioned before, by @mushy6902 (I hope it's okay I wrote a somewhat similar idea, thanks for inspiring me!)
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Happy Valentine’s
BTD/TPOF As Your Valentine
Strade
He’s surprised at first. You got him chocolates? Where did you even get them? The collar on your neck made it so you couldn’t leave, and you didn’t know your address.
He shrugs it off and starts eating the chocolates immediately. He almost didn’t see the note next to the heart-shaped box, but when he finally reads it.
He smiles, “Ah… I’m going to wreck them later.” He hums as he eats with his mouth full of chocolate.
“Ooh, this one’s filled with caramel.”
Lawrence
He’s starstruck
“H-Huh? Valentine’s Day? Uhm… thank you. I didn’t get you something though. I-Is that okay?”
He’s all red and nervous, constantly fighting with his hands as he stares down at the chocolates. He doesn’t want to eat them. They were a gift from you, and it would feel wrong to eat.
So he doesn’t… he never opens the box and lets it become a decoration piece, letting it rest up against a wall.
You make a reminder to yourself to just give him a card next year.
Ren
He’s so excited. He got you chocolates as well, fox themed.
He has a whole date planned with you. Movie time together is always fun with him, but he actually chose a romance movie to watch instead of the usual gore.
It’s a special day, one where you two can be together for as long as possible.
He’s also definitely going to give you head.
He’s between your legs with a knife against your skin, and he’s carving a heart into your upper thigh.
Rire
“Oh? You know, I have heard of a Valentine’s gift before, but I never thought I’d actually receive one.”
He’s gives you a small kiss. “I’ll make sure to keep this for as long as I live, darling.”
You and him then proceed to have a long night filled with red wine, a fine dinner, and love making.
You wake up the next day with bruises and bite marks littering your shoulders, back, thighs, and arms.
Sano
He got you flowers, roses with thorns. He gets down on one knee to give them to you.
He’s quite romantic, taking you out for dinner at a restaurant.
He bought you an outfit as well as one for himself. He wanted both of you to look as dashing as possible while you ate.
He’s holding your hand while you eat, making it quite hard to cut your steak.
Once you two reach home, you take a shower together then go to sleep.
But who says there weren’t naughty times occurring during that shower
Vincent
He’s astonished. He finds you laying in bed with new lingerie that he didn’t know you bought.
You don’t go on a date or anything fancy.
Just countless hours of breeding until all of your holes are leaking.
He does give you tons of aftercare, giving you a hot bath afterwards while he rubs you up and down with a towel.
Cain
He’s going to make you the nicest steak dinner in the whole world.
He’ll eat you out afterwards too. He gets two nice meals that day >;p
Lots of romantic shit. He gets in with you in your bathtub, makes you food, makes love to you.
All the romantic date cliches
Derek
You gave him chocolates? He’s not too grateful. You give him flowers? He doesn’t care.
“Oh? It’s Valentine’s Day? I didn’t know. Whoops, guess you aren’t getting anything ‘till next year.”
He doesn’t really care about the holiday, but he’ll still fuck you (he already does that practically every day though).
Celia
Just like Sano, she’ll take you out for dinner. She’ll wear a beautiful dress while she does; it’s black with velvet material, and it doesn’t show much skin.
She’ll bring you home afterwards and gladly sit on your face.
You shower with her after making love, and you both can’t stop touching each other.
You fall asleep naked while in each other’s arms and smiles on your faces
Mason
“Darlin? I’m sorry; I didn’t know it was today. I, uh… was planning to give you this on your birthday though.”
He hands you a wood-carved heart; although it’s not cute and stylistic. It’s an atomically accurate replica of a real heart but made out of wood.
He’s trying hard to be romantic. Just give him time. He’s used to only having murder on the mind.
You two will get chairs and sit by the lake, watching the sunset go down together as you hold hands and talk about your days.
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Valentine’s day Headcanons. ♥︎♡︎
Classic sans, Fell, and Swap sans. ♡︎
Happy Valentine’s Day darlings !
A short Valentine's special HC list I’m doing during school, hope the day for you all goes well! <3
Classic Sans valentine Headcanons ! ♡︎♥︎♡︎
He’d do something sweet, of course.
If you started dating earlier that year, it wouldn't be too much. A safe play of flowers and chocolates, and maybe a cute date night. Something he’s seen in movies and knows usually doesn’t fail. (he may have also got help from his brother.)
If you’ve already been dating for a while, almost a year or longer, he’d do something more personal. He would get you the flowers he knows you like, if possible all in your favorite color. You don’t like flowers? Cool. He’ll make sure to get you something else you like.
I feel like he’s a gift basket typa guy. He’s been collecting little stuff here and there for you quite a bit before Valentine’s Day, and some other stuff he knows you need but haven’t taken the time to buy. Miscellaneous items like snacks you like, one or two of your favorite drinks, stuff he knows you’ll enjoy and use. Plus flowers or a stuffed animal of some kind.
He’s not too over the top, but would still show affection (obviously?) as he feels for you, so date night would be something personal instead. It could be a night stargazing with a picnic set up, (cliche, ik, but idc), and he’ll keep hitting you with the,
“oh, babe, you see that shooting star?”
“Sans… This is the 7th time this night.”
“whoops, it was your eyes.” Followed up with a cute, quick kiss.
He could also do something a bit more lazy, something more his speed. With the help of Papyrus’ search for good recipes, he’d make you both dinner. A cute rom-com movie while you both ate the dinner he made, cuddled up under blankets, and wrapped in each other’s embrace for the rest of the night. That would be perfect for him.
He’d also love to take you out to Grillby’s as a date choice. It’s a classic, something familiar that he loves and would take you to often without any rhyme or reason. He’d take you out, order some nice drinks unlike the ketchup he usually orders, and spend the time with you like all the other times he’s loved and enjoyed, but this time it’s just a bit more special.
The holiday overall wouldn’t be too over the top, just as he is, but he would still make it special. He doesn’t see too much point in the holiday since he does like to surprise you now and then with a relaxing night, but knows this holiday is special for humans so he tries for you.
Fell Sans ♡︎♥︎♡︎
(first HC round with this man…)
Dates all around would be romantic, doesn’t matter if you’ve dated for 2 weeks or 2 years. He’ll take you out to your favorite place (even if it’s really hard to get into) with a big bouquet and a teddy bear of some kind. what can he say? he likes the classic flowers and teddy bear combo, it’s an odd way of showing affection that he favors, he never got to experience that type of basic affection when he was underground in his rough environment.
I don’t feel like he’s a gift basket type of guy, more so just gifts here and there and the classic combo on Valentine’s Day. He just likes buying you stuff anytime he goes out and sees something that reminds him of you, you’re spoiled with enough gifts to not need an entire basket.
Red roses would probably be his first choice of flower. Unless you specifically request a different type of flower, he likes the basic things that he sees in movies that show the standard type of affection in gifts. Perfumes, jewelry, etc. He’s less like Classic Sans in the way that he prefers typical gifts rather than sentimental and personal ones. (not to say that he won't give sentimental gifts, cuz he will).
He’d probably like to end the night in a similar way to Classic, wrapped up with you on the couch and watching cute, ditzy movies that you oogled over until you both fell asleep.
“Sans.. You didn’t have to get me more roses.”
“what? i figured the first 2 bouquets i sent to yer house weren’t enough.”
Underswap Sans ♡︎♥︎♡︎
(i don’t like the fanon version of him, so I will stick to the canon version of him as much as i possibly can.)
This MAN.
Anything you’ve ever wanted on Valentine’s Day will be overtaken by the amount of stuff he does for you. You wake up and this man is already in your house somehow (he made a spare key with your house key a while back LMAO) just making breakfast for you.
“Dude… How did you get in here?”
“HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY. YOU LIKE YOUR EGGS OVER-EASY, RIGHT?”
Yeah. He’d be all over you. There are somehow flowers in every room of your house, neatly trimmed and already in vases full of water. Rose petals are leading down every hallway, which when you tried to explain that they were supposed to lead somewhere special, Usually the bedroom for freaky stuff, He frowned and stated that he didn’t plan on staying in one place the whole day. Shouldn’t everywhere you walk feel special?
Honestly, despite putting flowers everywhere in your house I feel like he’s not a flower guy. He’d probably focus on just spending the WHOLE day together. Going out for a walk, getting coffee somewhere, him making dinner for you later that night. He’s all about that quality time rather than a handful of gifts being shoved at you. He’d rather take you out and buy stuff during the day with you.
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I REALLY LOVE THAT XIAO FANFIC OF YOURSS(flowers and unplanned proposal) could you perhaps make a part 2 of it? About xiao & reader's 'married' life? :D
(from this fic) hm not necessarily a part 2 cuz i’m too lazy to do one, but here’s a few hcs!
your wedding ceremony’s a small affair consisting of you and xiao, lumine, hu tao, zhongli, paimon, your close friends (xingqiu, chongyun, xiangling, etc.), aaaand a few (re: a lot) of adepti who got curious when they heard that the conqueror of demons was getting married to a mortal.
your wedding’s probably one of the most blessed ones out there simply because of the sheer amount of adepti that attended, which means they had to give a compulsory wedding gift. they all gave various things which all ultimately served as a trinket to ward off evil and bring prosperity.
also, apparently lumine’s got a few scores to settle with some of them because she unwittingly trespassed and stole from their domains, whoops. it’s only thanks to the kind funeral consultant that everything was resolved peacefully. the wedding’s a shitshow and a half, but the important thing is that you and xiao were lawfully wedded by the end of it. the only problem you really had was if zhongli the consultant was qualified to officiate the wedding. xiao assured you multiple times that he is, trust me, there is no one more fit for it than rex—i mean, zhongli.
nothing much really changes except for the fact xiao is a little embarrassed at the revelation that your relationship was basically one sided until hu tao of all people spilled the beans to you. you do let him sleep in your bed without needing permission anymore, which you had to explain to him multiple times that since you’re married now, what’s yours is his, which means he doesn’t need to wake you up at midnight just to ask if he can lay down beside you.
lumine is, as always, the one who keeps pushing you two together and keeps taking credit for being your so called matchmaker. as a self proclaimed love guru, she’s your go-to when you need advice regarding married life, but after hearing various suggestions like pretending to drown so he can save you and falling off cliffs to experience that ‘damsel in distress and white knight feeling’, you’ve decided that lumine should be banned from making romantic advices.
it’s not too bad—being married, that is. it’s pretty much the same as when you thought xiao was just a roommate. you still do the chores together, he still cooks dinner for you, the two of you still argue on who gets to have the last piece of chocolate on a packet (he always lets you win).
except, if your home was full of flowers back then, now it’s fit to burst with the amount xiao showers you with. he’ll come home from doing whatever adepti stuff he does with arms full of different kinds of flowers. it once got to the point where a random person entered your house, thinking it was a flower shop only to be met with a very grumpy adeptus asking what business they have on his home.
suffice to say, you told him to limit the flower giving to once a week. if only so you won’t have to resort to using your bathtub as a vase for them.
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A promise kept
Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 8
Prompt: Idiots to lovers
Rated: G
Tags: Childhood friends to lovers; Mistaken identity; Fluff; Modern AU if you squint
CW: none
Notes: @house-of-the-moving-image and I came up with this while bouncing ideas for another drabble and fell instantly in love with the idea. Be sure to also check out the precious art they made!!!
The bars of the jungle gym creak but Steve doesn’t lift his face from his hunched knees.
“Hey, big boy, don't cry.”
“‘m not crying. Go away!”
This is ridiculous. He's almost eight, and eight-year-old boys don't cry. Not even if their only friend in the whole world just told them they're moving away to live with their uncle.
They don't even know each other’s names. Names don't matter when you're eight and you're both at the park and looking for someone to play with.
So Steve is big boy.
And his friend … well, Steve mostly calls him his dragon.
It's because of this game they have. Steve is a king and the other boy his dragon and the jungle gym their castle, and every day, they have a new adventure.
Except now, there won't be any more adventures.
“Oh? But how am I supposed to give you this?”
Steve lifts his head, goes a bit cross-eyed at the flower that's hovering right in front of his face.
“What would I want with that?” he snaps. “Flowers are for girls.”
His dragon chuckles as he joins him on his perch. The playground stretches out under them. Their kingdom.
“But this isn't just any flower. It's magical.”
Steve wrinkles his nose. “Magical?”
“Yup!” His friend's face breaks into a grin, two teeth short. “As long as you keep it, I'll always make my way back to you. It may take a while, but I'll find you eventually.”
“Promise?” Steve murmurs. There's a lump in his throat and it comes out small and quiet.
“I promise.” The other boy winks and tugs the flower behind his ear. “That I'll find you, and that I'll always be your dragon. And now, my king … how about one final adventure?”
*
The colors of the jungle gym are faded with age. Like the pressed flower in its frame on his bedroom wall.
“Oh hey, Steve!”
Steve looks up from the book in his lap to find a familiar someone next to their picnic blanket.
“Eddie, hi!” He smiles, even as his stomach drops. “I … what are you doing here?”
“Steve?” Will asks, ogling Eddie's tattoos and wild hair with large eyes. “Who's this?”
“Oh, erm …” Steve runs an awkward hand through his hair. “My friend Eddie. He just moved here. Eddie, this is Will and El, the kids I babysit?”
“Of course,” Eddie dips into a bow, which makes the twins giggle. “Steve has told me all about you.”
“Do you want to sit with us?” El asks. “Steve is reading the How to train your dragon books to us.”
“Fuck yeah, I love dragons!” Eddie cheers. Only he doesn’t sit on the blanket like a normal person - he perches himself on the steps of the jungle gym and hisses, pulling a silly face and mimicking claws with his hands. El whoops and claps while Will smiles shyly. Steve needs to swallow against the memories that threaten to crawl up his throat.
*
“Was it alright to invite Eddie?” El asks. They've finished reading for the day and she helped Steve get snow cones. “You said he's your friend, but you seem sad when you look at him.”
Steve sighs.
“It's okay,” he says, because how do you explain this to a seven-year-old?
How do you explain I only met him a few weeks ago but I really like him and it confuses me because it seems like I've known him forever because he reminds me so much of someone I used to know and I'm scared because it feels like I'm betraying that person even though I'm sure they've long forgotten about me?
Will is up on the jungle gym when they round the corner, beaming from ear to ear and talking animatedly with Eddie, who is gesturing up at him from the ground.
“El!” he calls out when he spots his sister. She smiles and clambers up to join him, handing over one of the dripping snow cones. “Eddie has the best ideas. He just told me about this game he used to play as a kid. Did you know the jungle gym could be a castle and we could be kings and dragons? What do you want to be? We could-”
“Steve?”
Someone touches his shoulder and he flinches back into his own body. Eddie’s voice is full of concern, and okay, that's probably because he just dropped their snow cones. They're forming rainbow-colored puddles in the grass.
“Stevie, c'mon, talk to me! You're freaking me out here!”
He snaps his head up.
“Oh, thank fuck,” Eddie smiles. His eyes are large with worry. Large and brown and crinkling at the corners and so familiar and Steve's an idiot. “You just zoned out there, I thought-”
“It's you,” Steve mutters. His hands are shaking and his eyes are stinging and then the next thing he knows is that his arms are around Eddie’s neck and he's sobbing into his shoulder. “Holy fuck, it's really you! You're my dragon!”
“Wait, what?” Eddie pulls back, smile wide and incredulous. His fingers wipe away Steve’s tears, trace the shape of his cheekbones and jaw. “You're- Shit, really? I knew you looked familiar, but I thought there was no way-”
“I was feeling so bad!” Steve blurts, chest heaving with what might be sobs or laughter, and who cares really, when he found his dragon again? “I was so scared to fall for you because-”
“Oh?” Eddie’s grin isn't missing any teeth, but it's still just as brilliant. “Are you now?”
“Huh?”
Eddie chuckles. “Falling for me?”
Steve feels himself flush, even as he gives a shaky nod. Eddie’s eyes are soft as he pulls him in.
“It's okay, big boy. You don't have to be afraid of anything while I'm around.”
“This is really weird,” El whispers from somewhere above them as their lips meet. “I don't think they understand how being friends works.”
All my holiday drabbles
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boyfriend! yuuta hcs for valentine's day!
happy (early) valentine's day y'all! if ur single, buy urself some chocolate<3 anyway, i hope y'all like this. the ending is rushed... whoops. pls enjoy & here is a song i think fits yuuta :3
boyfriend! yuuta who asks you to be his valentine on the first of feb with a handmade card. he even gives you a little bag of heart-shaped candy.
boyfriend! yuuta whose face flushes when you smile so sweetly at him and agree to be his valentine. he's pretty sure his heart stopped for a good three beats.
boyfriend! yuuta who spends the next thirteen days trying to come up with the perfect gift. of course, he knows you like the back of his hand, so finding a gift shouldn't be difficult. and, well, it isn't. but yuuta wants you to have the perfect gift.
boyfriend! yuuta who buys all of the typical gifts: chocolates, a cuddly teddy bear with a heart, a heart-shaped balloon, and roses.
boyfriend! yuuta who, ever the dutiful lover, asks maki and nobara for advice. both say a hard no to the roses.
"they're so stereotypical. makes it seem like you don't really care, y'know?"
they're tempted to say no to all of his other options, finding them a bit... corny, but the crestfallen look on yuuta's face when they boo the flowers kills any thoughts of disapproving his other options. plus, knowing you, you're bound to like it.
boyfriend! yuuta who takes maki's and nobara's advice to heart. he never wants to neglect you or make you feel unwanted.
boyfriend! yuuta who does his research on the different types of flowers and their meanings. he jots down some on a sticky note, but the second he comes across the forget-me-nots, his decision is made.
boyfriend! yuuta who scrolls through forums and social media posts to find an idea of what the perfect gift for you should be.
boyfriend! yuuta who buys you this necklace. he thinks it's beautiful, and it's not as forward as a promise ring.
boyfriend! yuuta who perfectly wraps and bags your gifts. he wraps the heart-shaped box of chocolates, places the teddy bear into a gift bag with red and pink tissue paper, and ties the box holding your necklace with a red ribbon.
boyfriend! yuuta who makes sure the bouquet of forget-me-nots are fresh and cut.
boyfriend! yuuta who can't stop bouncing his leg while waiting for you to show up. the waitress has asked him if he needed anything about three times.
boyfriend! yuuta who smiles nervously when you enter the cafe and take a seat at the somewhat secluded table.
boyfriend! yuuta who tries his best to ignore the knots in his stomach as he places his gifts on the table. there's already an apology ready on his tongue if you don't like any of the gifts or if you're allergic to chocolate, despite yuuta asking you numerous times beforehand and seeing you eat chocolate before.
boyfriend! yuuta whose anxiety instantly disappears once he sees that beautiful smile bloom on your face and the grateful twinkle in your eyes.
boyfriend! yuuta who decides right then and there that he'd do anything to continue seeing that big, bright smile.
note: sorry i haven't posted... writing has been difficult lately + skewl has been ass SOO yeah! sorry y'all :( umm i have sumn for bff! sukuna but idk if anyone would actually like it? like i don't wanna ruin the og post by posting some sequel (prequel?) that nobody gaf abt. also try for 400+ notes on that post omg!!! also also i swear i haven't forgotten abt daycare attendant! nanami i just have no ideas n the ones i do have are rotting in drafts... anyway i've rambled long enough ENJOY UR DAYYYY GUYS <333
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Hello, @moonsaver here! Its a side blog so i cant quite send an ask from that account itself, whoops.
Anyways, I was kind of contemplating on whether or not sending a message because i didnt want to overstep any boundaries and accidentally make it seem like i sent a request when theyre closed haha.
I wholeheartedly believe in your characterization of Argenti, and would like to propose a role he could play in a royal!au
A knight
I mean.. obviously. It would be even funnier if all the knights under him were like.. kind of incompetent and love the peace between the nations thoroughly and just spend their time singing praises for Idrila. Maybe he's a royal knight and the reader could be a prince/ss who often makes trips to towns and provinces to check on celebrations, and their Father's all like "oh they'll need a guard, I'll assign them the most HANDSOME guard of my men!" And shows up Argenti singing praises to reader waking them up at like.. 5 AM? He's a handful already and the day's barely begun. His getup is probably flashier than reader's who is literal royalty. Everyone's cooing at him in the streets and it's hard to not blow your cover off
Oh my goodness hello, I’m so excited that you sent this to me~
(I am ALWAYS up for hearing ideas, hehe)
And I’m SO glad you’re in agreement with my characterization of our beloved Argenti~
You’re saying…Argenti would be a KNIGHT in a Royal au???? Are you feeling alright??? Jk jk of course he would be.
I love this so much. I bet Argenti wakes up like Cinderella. Birds flying around his room and everything. Though he canonically doesn’t know how to sing so it’s admittedly a lot funnier than Cinderella, listening to him sing all terribly while birds flap around his sleeping quarters.
‘Handful’ is a very nice way to put it…he never Means to be overbearing, and I am in agreement with the assessment that he’s not vain or purposely annoying or anything he just…cannot read a room for the life of him.
Suddenly you’re getting roses alongside your morning breakfast, and it’s admittedly a little funny to imagine him hunting down your butler to put the flowers on your food tray.
Also I see it so, so vividly. You’re trying to be subtle with your knight bodyguard, just trying to quietly survey the town to make sure everything’s going smoothly…and Mr. Tall, shiny armor, and Bright Red Hair is already making the two of you stand out…but he also stops and talks to anyone and everyone who shows him attention, sigh…
Maybe that person is waving him over because they need help!! Oh…no they wanted to ask him if he was single…
Please consider…going to a tavern…you want him to wait outside because surely there would be people in there who weren’t a fan of knights.
A few minutes later you look over and guess who has wandered into the bar and is now chatting up a group of rough looking characters…oh Argenti…
He’s so pretty. No one really suspects from his initial appearance that he’s as strong as he is.
Bar fight ensues because HEY this guy’s a KNIGHT >:( and Argenti promptly dispatches them, of course without casualties, he would never kill unless it was truly necessary.
He’s so sweet, but genuinely so confused about why a fight started over him. For a knight he sure is…not very well-versed in the ways of the world.
But you can’t say much as a Royal, can you?
You can share your limited knowledge with each other, haha…maybe form some sort of picture of how to successfully navigate the world.
And, ok I’m sorry I’m a sucker for this but, a cute little scene with him teaching reader some basic self-defense?? Ugh that’d be so cute…I’m so normal about it. The closeness of your bodies, the intimacy of him showing you how to properly hold a spear by taking your hands in his and demonstrating for you.
But of course…there is also the potential forbidden aspect of it all…a knight…he cannot be in love with a royal…it’d be a SCANDAL. So he pushes you away, tries to keep it professional once he realizes that he’s growing much too close to you…
It’s painful, and confusing to see him suddenly growing so much colder towards you, and always looking at you with those sad eyes…
Argenti….
It’s fine I’m fine.
Thanks for sending this in, moonsaver. I definitely didn’t make myself sad thinking about it, nope not me.
#honkai star rail#honkai star rail x reader#Argenti#Argenti x reader#Hsr Argenti x reader#honkai star rail Argenti x reader#moonsaver#Pixel writes with others~
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Among the inner circle, who does Riel have the easiest->hardest time reading? I assume it's a pretty negligible difference at this point just because everyone interacts so regularly, but does Chase's chaos energy successfully throw him off?
It absolutely does! I would say it generally goes like this, though it may not be a super linear scale and resembles more of a scatterplot graph:
Shery (displays all of her emotions prominently)
Briony (ditto to Shery, though sometimes her motivations/backstory can add some complexities)
Red (easy for Riel to read his emotions, not as easy for him to read his strategies or logical lines of thought)
Ayla (pretty much the same as Briony, her emotions seem easy to read but the actual thoughts she's thinking behind them and the context/backstory she comes from make her a bit more opaque at times than expected)
Halek (his poker face makes it hard to gauge his actual emotions, but his behavior falls within enough of a pattern/predictable routine that Riel can still successfully "read" him or plan for what he's going to do or say without having to know his exact thoughts)
Trouble (similar to Red, where Riel can easily read his emotional state but not always his plans or actions: Trouble can be unpredictably really smart and level-headed or really impulsive at different times, so he consistently surprises Riel, who has a hard time predicting exactly what he's going to do next)
Lavinet (dependent on the situation; hardest to read when she's actively politicking. Court training makes her harder to read than the average person, but she's not a completely closed castle)
Blade (Riel needs more data on Ket facial expressions and body language, so he's not as confident with Blade as with most people, as the cultural differences can make a really big difference. He can't always read Blade's thoughts or feelings unless Blade is caught off-guard, but Blade's behavior is also governed by a rigid enough pattern that it can become easier for Riel to predict, except in areas where his skillset overtakes Riel's (for example, don't ask Riel to predict what Blade is going to do in battle))
Tallys (similar to Blade, Elven mannerisms and body language do differ enough that Riel is hesitant to say with confidence he knows exactly what Tallys is thinking/feeling, plus with her age, experience, and general composed personality, he finds her the most difficult person to read in the Shepherds, with one notable exception. He's well aware that his mortal experience is so vastly different from her own perspective that he won't act like he can know exactly how she thinks so lightly)
Chase (he hates the chaos man. he hates him. Chase's body language and topography make NO sense and can be so detached from his actual emotions that he's just impossible to read accurately. lackadaisical slouch when he's seethingly angry?? half-lidded smile and boneless draping over the couch when he's actually plotting Awful Things?? and let's not get started on his general unpredictability, off-the-cuff improvisation, and chaotic impulsiveness and complete lack of logic. he operates off of Vibes Only, except the Vibes are undetectable to anyone else but the ones plugged into the awful Chaos dimension. If Riel were tracking the linear flight patterns of, like, bumblebees moving from flower to flower, Chase is a dragonfly. oh he's going to land there--WHOOP he did a 98 degree turn at the last possible second and ZIPPED straight up into the sky for no discernible reason! Riel insists through gritted teeth that it's impossible to read someone's thoughts when there are no thoughts going on in their head at all. Even Chase can't explain how his mind works, so how are you expecting Riel to??
Most people's thoughts, to Riel:
Chase:
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Lessons Taught
Lessons Series Masterpost
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Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (threesome)
Summary: Anthony and Benedict team up to teach some lessons
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, threesome, d/s relationships, nipple and clitoral restraint, spanking, impact play, face-sitting, overstimulation, light bondage, vaginal sex, slight voyeurism, slight exhibitionism, masturbation, mention of public sex, no incest.
Word Count: 6.7 k (whoops)
Authors Note: My darling @iboopedyournose has waited patiently for MONTHS while I wrangled this, the third instalment of Lessons. I’m sorry it’s taken so long. I really don’t like it, I think because I have stared at it for too long, but I hope you do <3 . Thanks as ever to my patient and lovely beta @makaylan :) Also please note, Regency era hairpins are not like Bobby pins, just an fyi for this fic lol.
“Are you seeing this, brother?” Anthony asks discreetly, tipping his head over his shoulder in your direction.
Benedict hums in the affirmative.
“Well, what are you going to do about it?” Anthony challenges.
“Me?” Benedict frowns in surprise, “I thought she was your girl?
“She is. But you said you wanted to be more involved in teaching?”
“Well, yes…”
“Then I think you better be the one to tell her this sort of thing isn’t acceptable to us,” Anthony says pointedly, raising an eyebrow.
Benedict nods, comprehending, “Right, you are, brother.”
“And Benedict…”
“Yes”
“Happy birthday”
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All you can think to yourself is this plan had better work.
It’s been a month since your last encounter with both Bridgerton brothers, and, well, to say you are looking for an encore is an understatement. They’ve both been out here in their country retreat while you’ve been stuck in London. Now you’re here at the fabulous Aubrey Hall for the annual Hearts & Flowers ball, and you’ve come prepared. Or, more precisely, underprepared—-in that, you wear no underwear, chemise or stockings—just your thin dress and stays. An extra frisson of excitement for you and hopefully them too, if they’re amenable.
You're not sure the other part of your plan is working. You’re trying to get their attention. So you’re being risqué with your behaviour. Flirty, laughing slightly too loud at the jokes of men you couldn't care less for, filling your dance card and drinking perhaps a touch too much champagne. Hoping to make them just a little jealous and realise what they are missing out on. Hoping maybe they’ll teach you a lesson not to do this sort of thing in future. God, you really hope they do that. Your mind reels with possibilities of just how you would like them to tell you off and discipline you for such behaviour. You crave it.
However, they seem to have left the room. Disappointed, you take your leave from the main ballroom, heading to reapply your rouge when a hand suddenly grabs your arm and drags you into a hidden alcove in the hallway. Your back is pulled tight against a warm solid mass.
“What do you think you are playing at?” A familiar voice snarls in your ear from behind.
Benedict.
Oh yes, please.
“I’m not doing anything… Sir,” you answer, pouting to stop the huge grin you feel tugging at your lips.
“It doesn’t look like nothing to me; it looks a lot like you are behaving like a wanton little hussy. Is that what you are?” His voice is a sharp hiss.
“No, sir,” you respond, pressing back against him, already feeling breathy from this encounter.
“Are you sure?” He questions, “if I find your nipples are peaked, I know you’re lying to me,” he argues, sliding a hand into your dress.
Of course, they are—they pebbled the instant he touched you.
“Well, what do you know,” he purrs dangerously as he lightly runs a finger over it, “a liar and a hussy.”
You whimper at his expert touch but make a performance of resisting his hold a little bit, squirming, playing up as if this isn’t exactly where you want to be right now. Your thighs sliding easily against each other, already slick.
“Do you know what happens to little hussies who lie to us?” He questions, banding an arm around your waist to quell your wriggling. Oh, the word us is music to your ears.
“No, sir.”
“They get taught a lesson,” he slides his hand out of your dress, moving to hold your wrists against your side.
“I don’t need to be taught anything,” you challenge over your shoulder with a brattish tone.
“Like hell you don’t,” another voice cuts in, rounding the corner to stand in front of you.
Anthony.
Oh, hell yes.
“But I’m a good girl, my lord,” you reply, looking at the new arrival with a challenging smirk.
He tilts his head and gives you a disbelieving look. “You are being the exact opposite tonight. Flirting, dancing with every man in that room like a hussy when you know full well who you belong to,” he asserts, grabbing your jaw and crowding into you so you are pinned firmly between their bodies. You feel the heat of Benedict’s cock nestling between your bum cheeks.
“Good girls get to go back to the party; bad girls get taken elsewhere to learn how to behave.” He continues pressing his pelvis against your lower belly, so you feel the outline of his cock now too. “So, which are you?” His thumb hooks into the corner of your lips and pull down, opening your mouth slightly.
You stay silent and peek out your tongue to lick across the top of his thumb.
“Silence suggests the latter,” Benedict opines from behind you, still holding your wrists firmly locked against your sides.
“Hmmm, I tend to concur,” Anthony hums, watching your tongue lathe against his thumb. “She looks like she needs to be taught a lesson.”
“I know just the perfect place,” Benedict offers.
“Lead on, brother,” Anthony responds.
The moment you are out in public view, their hold changes. It’s a respectful loose arm link from both as if they are helping you to navigate the party. Your gloved hands rest daintily in the crook of their elbows as they guide you up a staircase and along a long corridor.
As the sound of the party fades further away with each step, their hold changes to a firmer grasp, and suddenly you are spun around and sandwiched between them, Benedict in front of you, walking you backwards against Anthony, bumping into a door.
“Hello, my girl, did you miss us?” Anthony purrs into your ear.
“So much,” you whisper back.
“We missed you too,” Benedict replies, reaching past you both to open the door.
All three of you almost tumble through the doorway, and Anthony kicks it shut as they both back you against the wall, Anthony on your right, Benedict on your left. From a glance, you appear to be some kind of art studio.
“It’s Benedict’s birthday tomorrow,” Anthony murmurs, “and getting to fuck you is my present to him. What colour do you think of that, my girl?”
“Green,” you answer, as they each remove a glove from your arm.
“Do you want me to fuck you too?” Anthony asks as Benedict busies himself kissing down your neck.
“Yes, please, my lord” you feel Anthony’s hand snake around your back and pull open the buttons on your dress as you kick off your slipper shoes.
You can’t wait to have both of them.
“Hmmm, thought so, you greedy little thing,” Anthony clucks as you close your eyes to the pleasure of Benedict’s lips.
Anthony pulls your gown off one shoulder and attacks the skin there; Benedict does the same on the other side. These brothers are team-working now—they obviously have something planned together.
With a tug of both their hands, your dress falls. And they both reel back in surprise.
You are entirely naked save for the smallest stays you could find. They don’t even cover your nipples; they just provide the uplift you need for the neckline of your dress. You breathe heavily as they stare at you, eyes so hungry.
“How dare you attend a ball in my house, so scantily clad,” Anthony growls.
“How dare you flirt with other men with your cunt exposed,” Benedict adds. “You need to be taught a lesson about how to dress as well as behave.”
“Go right ahead, brother,” Anthony cedes, enthralled he gets to watch you be disciplined.
Benedict advances on you. “A good girl keeps her nipples inside her underwear,” he opines, “otherwise look what could happen.” He suddenly pinches both nipples and pulls them upright roughly, so you are forced onto your tiptoes. “Any stranger could grab them and touch you just like this.”
Gasping at the sensation, you look over at Anthony, now casually leaning against a column, arms crossed, watching you being taught your lesson. “You won’t find any sympathy here, girl. He’s right.”
“Sorry, sir,” you say through clenched teeth, looking back at Benedict, “I won’t let it happen again, sir.”
“See that you don’t,” he demands, releasing his hold so you sag back against the wall. Your nipples ache from his rough treatment as he walks away and picks up a paintbrush from a nearby table.
“A good girl wears a chemise, so all of her skin is not exposed,” he tutors, as you feel the bristles of the paintbrush feather against your ribcage, swirling patterns over your ribs and belly, your nerve endings fluttering and goosebumps erupting in its wake. A laugh bubbles up in your throat. “Stay silent while my brush is on you. If you make a sound, there will be consequences,” he warns.
The brush runs teasingly up your side, and you writhe and bite your lip, fighting the urge to giggle—it’s where you are most ticklish. You manage to hold it together until he does the same on the other side, snagging against a weak spot, and you can’t stop the little burst of laughter. You instantly tuck your lips under your teeth and bite down, knowing you have broken his rule.
“Can’t even obey a simple instruction, can you?” he sighs, his eyes glittering with a heated menace. “I forbade you from making a sound, yet here we are.”
“I’m very sorry, sir,” you rush out. “It tickles.”
“Hmmm,” he runs an appeasing eye over your hair, swept into an updo. “What do we have here?” his voice silken as he runs a hand up the nape of your neck and pulls out a hairpin, then another two.
“Should I take my hair down, sir?” You query, confused by his apparent change of direction, one eye on the paintbrush now snagged between his knuckles.
“No need,” he replies. “I have what I need right here.”
You have no warning as he drops his head and sucks on your left nipple, pulling it between his teeth. You cry out at the sudden, fierce sensation. Before you have your bearings, he backs off, and with a dangerous smirk, he slides one of your hairpins down over the damp pebbled peak he just created. It pinches and burns, the ache a direct line down to your clit. You hiss at the feeling as he does the same to your right nipple, diving in with teeth and suction, trapping it between the metal prongs.
“Hmm, maybe this will teach you…,” he flicks at one prong, “to follow…”, then the other, “my orders….”
With each flick, you gasp, the snag against your skin just the right side of painful.
“And maybe now you’ll remember to wear your chemise,” he surmises, admiring his handiwork.
“Yes, sir, I will,” you demure, adjusting to this new continual sting.
“Don’t her nipples look so beautiful like this, brother?” Benedict opines over his shoulder, “I’ve half a mind to leave them like this all night.”
“Oh, you definitely should,” Anthony agrees from a few paces away.
Then the paintbrush is back on your skin. Lower this time, sinking beneath your belly button. You know better than to make a sound now, biting your lips and fighting the tremble from the ticklish sensation, heightened all the more by your aching nipples.
“A good girl wears undergarments in public,” he lectures, the brush now smearing down the furrow where your leg meets your body. Your breathing speeds up as he flicks the lightest of touches against your clit hood with the bristles. It’s not enough and too much at once. “Otherwise, any man could touch you here,” the brush teasing as he strokes agonisingly light over your clit.
Cresting a moan, you arch your back, desperate for friction.
“Please, sir,” you breathe, trying to appeal to his good nature, to touch you properly and give you what you crave.
You look over at Anthony, who is watching you with hooded eyes, palming his obvious erection in his trousers. The fact that he is so turned on watching you get disciplined makes you mewl, your trapped nipples burn, and your cunt clenches around nothing.
Benedict drops to his knees before you hook your left leg over his shoulder and then buries his face between your legs, sucking your clit so firmly that you see stars.
“Oh god, yes, sir,” you call out, “that feels so good. Thank you, thank you.”
You feel him laugh almost menacingly against your heated flesh as he teases your bud outwards with his pursed lips. Then you sense it, a squeezing pressure as he slips the final hairpin he stole right over your distended clit—it throbs instantly.
“Oh, that’s just perfect,” he preens, “look at your poor little pearl all swollen and trapped. Gosh, if we so much as….” he spears the lightest of touches with the tip of his tongue and makes you squeal. ”Maybe now you’ll remember to wear undergarments in public,“ he counsels, dropping your leg to the floor and standing back up, nodding to Anthony.
“Yes, sir,” you stutter, fighting the strong urge to whine as your clit starts to pulse with every heartbeat.
Anthony steps forward. “Well, now you have learned how you should dress; perhaps now you need to learn how to behave.”
His arms wrap around your waist, and he walks you into the room. With every step, the pin over your clit snags against your flesh, and you moan at the sensation.
“Oh, my poor girl, all pinned and aching,” he whispers in your ear as you reach an oversized velvet chaise longue, obviously placed in the centre of the room for live art modelling. He walks you around to the tall end. “Hold on here,” he instructs, encouraging your feet apart.
You obey, fingers sinking into the plush velvet at hip height as he stands behind you, smearing a hand roughly down the length of your back until it rests warm and foreboding on your bum cheek.
“What do you think you were doing out there tonight? With all those men, hmm?” His voice is pitched low and with a hint of menace.
“Nothing, my lord,” you answer, trying your best to hide your smirk.
“She is lying to you, brother,” Benedict warns from a few feet away, his turn to watch now, “the little hussy has a smile on her face.”
“Is that right?” Anthony clicks his tongue disapprovingly, grabbing your jaw and moving your head to the side a little. “Then maybe this little hussy needs to learn how to behave.”
Benedict barks a laugh and rolls up his sleeves at that.
“Does a proper lady flirt with strange men?” Anthony interrogates, rubbing his hand over the swell of your bottom.
“No, my lord,” you respond, breathless with anticipation.
“Hmm, correct. And does a proper lady fill her dance card with all sorts of cads and bounders without a care for her reputation?” his fingers kneading the flesh of your bum.
“No, my lord.”
“Then you are not a proper lady, and you need to be taught to be one,” he snarls. That’s all the warning you get before his hand lifts and then descends roughly onto your cheek.
“Owww,” you wail. That was a harsh first blow; your trapped nipples and clit thrum in time with the spank of his hand.
“No! You don’t say oww, you thank me for teaching you a lesson in appropriate conduct,” he lectures. When you don’t respond, he crowds against you and grabs around your throat, “I'm waiting….”
“Thank you, my lord,” you grit out.
He pulls your head back a little further, and his lips land on yours. His kiss is possessive and bruising, as if he is branding you as his. Plundering your mouth, the hand curling strong around your throat, you feel the vibration of your groan against his palm.
As he pulls away and you breathe heavily, he spanks the same spot again, his grip lingering and grabbing your flesh. “I need to hear it again, my girl.”
“Thank you, my lord,” you gasp; the hand at your throat is not restricting your breath but a constant pressure that reminds you who is in charge.
He spanks your other cheek open-handed, his fingers splaying out wide. “Again”, he orders.
“Thank you, my lord.” It's a breathy plea against his lips as he holds your head back, staring into your eyes.
He releases his hold from around your throat and then uses both hands to spank your cheeks, the sound ringing out around the room with your panting. The burn makes you writhe. The ache throbbing in your nipples and clit.
“Do you think you’ll remember your lesson?” Anthony demands, his breath hot on your cheek.
“Yes, my lord,” you stutter.
“Hmm, it's funny, but I don't believe you. I don’t know that my hands are enough for this lesson,” Anthony wonders aloud. “I think we may need something stronger; what say you brother?”
“I think you might be right; you once said she has never learned a thing from all the spankings she’s had. I kept a leather strap from a shipment of art supplies,” Benedict voices, “I think that might make a useful tool.”
“Excellent choice, brother,” you hear Anthony agree.
You crane your neck to try and see what they are talking about, nerves flaring in your body at the thought of being struck with something. Benedict pulls you back against him with a strong arm around your waist. You feel his cock branding against your lower back, knowing he will be fucking you later.
“You see this, my girl,” he runs a tan leather strap between your breasts, ”what colour for this?”
“Yellow,” you waver, being honest.
Instantly his hold softens. “Okay, darling girl, don’t be nervous. I’ll go gentle, I promise,” he whispers and kisses your cheek, “you’ll tell me if you want me to stop, won’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” you sigh.
“You are such a good brave girl for us,” he compliments, “we want you to feel pleasure from this.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Are you okay to continue?” he checks.
“Yes, sir,” you nod, and he pulls away again.
He wraps the leather strap around his hand and confers with Anthony quietly. You smile softly, knowing they are planning to ensure your comfort and well-being. Anthony moves to lay on the chaise, and Benedict takes your hand and guides you lightly to straddle him.
“We think this could be a good oral lesson for our naughty little pupil,” Benedict tutors softly, “so why don't you take a seat here, right on his face?”
You gasp and flood down your thighs, the idea of being eaten out while you are disciplined so utterly appealing. You feel Anthony's breath warm on your inner thighs as you settle over him, Benedict guiding your hands to grasp the top of the chaise above Anthony's head.
“Come here,” Anthony's honeyed voice drawls from between your thighs as he kisses the sensitive skin where your leg meets your body, “are you ready to try this, my brave girl?”
“Yes, my lord,” you assure, nerves melting a notch with his sweet attentions, pulsing with anticipation that he will remove the hairpin and give you a reprieve.
“Oh darling, no,” he teases, reading your mind, “this stays in place.” He tugs on the metal, and you cry out. “For now, at least, it's only coming off when we fuck you.”
With that, he flattens his tongue, lapping against your distended swollen clit, the heat and delicate tease of it hurtling you so close to orgasm it's startling, the sensation so magnified.
“My lord,” you gasp, “I'm going to come already.”
“So soon, my girl,” he huffs, “oh darling, I'm not going to stop just because you come. I'm going to keep going until you cry pretty tears all down your lovely face,” his voice a dangerous promise.
He licks again, allowing the end of his tongue to morph into a point that lingers and flicks against you. You whine, thighs already shaking as the approaching orgasm flickers at the corners of your mind.
Just as your focus is wholly on Anthony and his tongue taking you into oblivion, there's a snap of leather against your butt cheek. You squeal in surprise, having almost forgotten Benedict's plan. It drives you over the precipice, and you scream, convulsing hard against the hairpin, panting breaths. Your vision whiting out as you collapse forward over the end of the chaise.
“Oh, that's it,” Benedict gruffs, “scream for me,” but it sounds so distant behind the rush of blood in your ears.
Before you’ve had a chance to recover, there’s another jolt of leather. Slightly stronger than the last aimed directly over where Anthony's hand had spanked you earlier. Your hips stutter, and you collapse onto Anthony's face, his tongue questing inside your channel. It's too much sensation.
“Oh fuck,” you exclaim loudly, overstimulated, as once again you feel a sting on your cheeks.
“She is loving this brother,” Benedict glowers, watching your mouth fall open, and your eyes roll.
“More, sir,” you implore; you don't recognise your own slurred voice.
“You want me to flog you again, my girl?” Benedict's voice is gravelly and laboured.
“Yes, please, sir, give me more,” drunk on the utter tide of sensations, Anthony's tongue swirling inside you, spiralling you again, your clit and nipples throbbing in their bindings, your bum glowing.
Benedict growls, and the next blow feels wonderful; you scream thank yous as you move on instinct, grinding down onto Anthony, his tongue a sinful swirl of wonder, tears prickling your eyes as the pleasure and pain meld into one intoxicating pulse over your body.
You are floating now, leaking into Anthony's mouth as he mumbles praises deep into your cunt, Benedict panting as he reigns in the desire to flog you senseless, his arm shaking from the restraint and the unbridled lust of watching your skin bloom and you experience one long extended orgasm, fracturing while overwrought - a creature of lust and submission.
“She looks fucking beautiful, brother,” Benedict gasps, dropping the strap, pulling your hair until your head tilts back and smashing his lips onto yours. His kiss is desperate and plundering; his hand descends to flick his thumbnail against your nipple. To have both their tongues inside you at either end pushes you over the edge even more, screaming into his mouth and shaking and crying.
Benedict sweeps you off Anthony and into his arms, still kissing you as you curl up into his hold, not fighting the blissful state you are slipping into.
You don't recall the next few moments; all you hear are soothing voices and soft touches. You come around, wedged between their bodies, as they kiss your face, shoulders, and neck.
“Well done, our wonderful precious girl,” Anthony praises, and you twist around to curl into his chest, familiar and so warm. “You took your lesson so well”.
“Are you ready for your next?” he whispers warmly.
“What else did I do wrong, my lord?” you ask.
“Oh, nothing at all, my darling girl; you did so well taking your punishment. Now it's time for your lesson in pleasure.”
“Mm, that sounds wonderful, my lord.”
“Indeed, you have two teachers to please and please you.”
“As a treat, who do you want first, my good girl?” he nuzzles against your cheek, “I think you want to try Benedict's cock don't you?”
You bite your lip and nod meekly.
“Well, there's just one more surprise. Recline back on the chaise, my love,” he instructs gently, knowing you are still coming down from your intense experience.
Holding his hand gingerly, you crawl into place, hyper-aware of your nipples and clit. It feels like anything could make you scream again. You slowly settle down in a mostly reclined position. They are both watching you, unwinding their cravats.
“Open your legs wide,” Benedict orders softly, and you obey on instinct. “Well, would you look at that brother? That truly is a work of art,” he adds, both of their gaze heavy between your legs.
They round different sides of the chaise and grab an arm each. You lay legs splayed as ordered, watching as they both loop their white evening cravats around a wrist each, tying a bow. They both kneel, and Anthony grabs your chin, his thumb swiping over your lips.
“We are going to tie you up, my darling, so you are completely at our mercy while we fuck you. What say you?” He asks.
“Green,” you enthuse, and he smiles warmly at your response.
“And how are your nipples and bud, my darling?” he inquires sweetly. “I bet you are positively aching.”
“Yes, my lord, please make it better”, you beseech, writhing very slightly.
“Just a little while longer; it will be worth the discomfort, my darling,” he promises with a smile before leaning in to give you a soft kiss.
Benedict takes your arm to the side, bending it slightly above your head and loops the other end of his cravat around a brass ring at the top corner of the chaise; Anthony does the same. It is not uncomfortable, and you have room to move your arms a little but not much.
“I wish we had two more cravats,” Anthony contends. “We could tie her legs open too.”
“That's okay, brother; she can't close her legs with that pin on her body anyway,” Benedict points out, leaning down and pulling on it slightly.
You instinctively tug against your binding, crying out at the sensation it causes, gasping a breath. Benedict winks and moves away, pulling off his shirt.
Anthony hovers over you and kisses you, pulling your focus solely on him.
“Oh, my darling girl,” he traces the contours of your face with his fingers, “I’ve never shared you with anyone like this. I trust you and my brother more than anyone; we make a beautiful team, don’t we?”
You nod.
“I’ve fantasised about watching you get fucked right before me. But don’t forget who you belong to,” he sighs, and you see the vulnerability in his eyes, a fear this step might change your dynamic.
“I’m always yours, my lord,” you breathe, reaching forward against your binding to chase his lips. He places a quick kiss, then pulls away slightly to your right.
Your line of sight is now full of one thing. A very imposing, very naked Benedict, standing at the foot of the chaise looking down at you hungrily. He stripped while you had your moment with Anthony. Your breathing speeds up, realising what is about to happen. Your eyes fall to his cock, which he squeezes slightly in his hand. Memories of taking him down your throat flood back as he crawls slowly over your prone, tied body.
His lips land on your neck, surprisingly tender, and your whole body lifts, chasing his. As his lips drag down onto your breast, your gaze falls to Anthony,
“Does that feel good, my girl” Anthony’s voice is gruff, his hands busy undoing his shirt.
“Yes, my lord,” your answer morphs into a scream as Benedict teeths your trapped nipple. A large hand smears down your stomach between your legs and cups around your flesh.
“I think it’s time to remove this pin, don’t you, my girl?” Benedict’s voice is low and sweet against your breastbone.
“Please, sir,” you implore.
He gently eases the hairpin up and tosses it aside. The rush of blood to your clit is instant and shocking. You gasp, your eyes going wide.
“Oh, you feel that, don't you, my girl” Benedict gloats as he shifts between your legs.
“Yes, sir.”
“What about this?” His tone is dangerous.
It’s the last thing you hear before he suddenly invades your soaked cunt. One strong, swift thrust buries himself deep inside you, a stretching, all-consuming invasion, your fingers and toes curling.
“Oh fuck,” you and Benedict exhale almost in unison.
He feels different to Anthony seated inside you. You can’t articulate it; it’s just… a different stretch. No less intoxicating, though.
“How is that, my girl?” Anthony pants as you stare over at him. He’s shirtless now, and his hand is at his trousers, roughly undoing buttons.
“So good, my lord,” you answer honestly, watching him undress as Benedict kisses your neck softly, your swollen clit pressed against his public bone. It won’t take much to make you come again.
Benedict cups your jaw to draw your attention to him, moving his face closer to yours. “I’m going to move now, my girl. Are you ready?” he whispers against your lips.
“Yes, sir,” you nod, meeting his hazy blue eyes.
He withdraws slowly, and you inhale, anticipation burning. He surges back into you, going even deeper this time somehow. As he makes contact with your clit you groan loudly.
“More, sir, please,” you petition, desperate to have him repeatedly slam against your swollen bud.
“Not yet,” he smirks, curling himself into the left side of your neck as you notice Anthony is now naked and taking a seat in a wingback leather chair a few feet away. Your skin prickles with excitement at the sight.
“Look at me, my girl,” Anthony calls as Benedict takes another stroke into you. You watch as he leans backwards and fists his cock. Oh god, he is going to touch himself while watching you get fucked. “You look so beautiful. Beg for him, beg for him to fuck you harder; I love to hear you desperate,” he implores. You are entranced by his hand moving steadily on his cock. You long to touch it, taste it. “Beg my girl,” he reminds.
“Please, sir, please fuck me harder,” you entreat to Benedict, your eyes pinging between him and Anthony, your voice cadence rising and falling with the roll of your body as he fucks into you slow and deep. The drag of him against your insides is so intoxicating.
“Oh, I love it when you beg,” Benedict gloats, a thumb sweeping your lips. “Do you like being tied up like this, my girl?” He questions, spearing into you more forcefully, smiling as you nod and moan. “Tell me how much. Tell me everything you like about this.”
“I love being at your mercy, sir,” you whisper, meeting his gaze and briefly sucking the thumb at your lips. “I love that my nipples are aching because you did this to me, sir,” you burble around his thumb. He growls at that one and moves to bite your earlobe. “I love that we are being watched, sir,” you confess breathily.
“Oh, does my dirty girl love an audience, hmm?” Benedict asks, cupping your jaw. “How would you like to be tied up and fucked outside, my girl? Where anyone could watch?”
“Yes, please, sir,” you enthuse, the thought making you gush more around him. A new thing you never knew you wanted until he said it.
“Do you hear that, brother?” Benedict says louder as he keeps pushing into you. “Our precious girl wants an audience watching her be pleasured.”
You look at Anthony and watch him lick his lips, moving his knees wider, his hand speeding up around his cock. “You filthy little girl”, Anthony growls approvingly.
Benedict’s lips descend onto yours, and he captures your mouth as he increases the strength and pace of his thrusts; you are panting and whining into his kisses as he hits your distended throbbing clit more and more. It propels you fast towards the edge. You hear Anthony groan, knowing he is watching you, palming his cock. But you can’t see him as Benedict surrounds you, his arms encasing you close against him, the heat of his body intense, his chest glancing against your restricted nipples, aching so badly.
“Oh god, you are going to come, aren’t you, my girl,” Benedict moans, feeling your flutter around him.
“Yes, sir,” you grit out, writhing and chasing your peak, your grip wrapped around the cravats tying you down.
“Do it, come on my cock,” he commands, and all you can do is obey. You tussle against your bindings as you tense all over. The white-hot throbbing in your clit fanning out across your body, a static buzz at the back of your head, your toes curling, crying out as you pulsate hard.
“Oh fuck,” he exclaims, “you are like a vice, my girl; I can’t last.”
He groans deeply and suddenly withdraws from your body, spilling onto your belly, shuddering.
“You are amazing,” he pants as he grabs your face and kisses you some more.
“Happy birthday”, you whisper to him, and he breaks into a killer smile.
“Thank you. You are the best gift I could receive,” Benedict compliments with a quick final kiss.
He moves gracefully off your body but twists to sit on the floor next to the chaise, reaching under it and grabbing some cloth, tenderly cleansing the mess he made on you.
“I'm not going anywhere,” he assures, as you see Anthony rise from his chair and stalk over to you.
Still quivering from the orgasm, you need a little time to reset. As he often does, Anthony senses that and lowers himself onto you gradually. His cock nudges against your body as he covers you, but he does not push in. Just resting against you. A hot solid weight against your inner thigh.
“You look so beautiful being fucked, my darling girl,” he gusts and runs his nose tenderly over your cheek, kissing along your jaw. Gentle, calming sensual movements.
Sitting beside the chaise, Benedict grabs your bound hand and holds it sweetly, pulling it towards him and kissing your knuckles, almost chaste.
Anthony slowly kisses a trail down your neck as you sigh and feel his smile against your skin. He works his way lower, peppering your skin with little kisses until he reaches the swell of your breast and your breath a little more ragged; he’s skating close to your nipples, still throbbing within the hairpins.
He faintly holds his tongue against one, and you inhale sharply and let out a long whine. The lightest of touches feel like liquid fire searing you.
“God, I've never seen you like this,” he groans and surges his hips against you, his tip nudging your entrance. “This was a genius idea, brother,” he concedes without looking at him.
Benedict just chuckles, looking up from kissing your hand. “You wait until we take them off”, he crows.
“When will that be, sir?” you ask.
“When he’s inside you, and it’s time for you to come again my girl”, Benedict replies with a crooked grin, kissing up your bound forearm. “I'll decide when that is,” he adds with heated mischief.
Anthony huffs a laugh at that and takes himself in hand, lining up and pushing into you just a little bit. You sigh and close your eyes as he slowly slides into your body, Benedict's lips warm on your arm.
“You are soaked, my girl”, he growls as he pushes into your hilt. That familiar feeling of being so held open by his warm solid cock is something you always treasure.
Anthony moves slowly at first, whispering gently into your ear about how good you feel, how it’s been too long, and you moan in agreement, wishing you had your hands to run into his luscious hair and grab hold; that always makes him buck a little hard inside you.
Benedict shifts to sucking each of your fingers in sync with Anthony’s thrusts into you, his eyes trained on the movement of both your hips. The swirling of his tongue makes you long for the next time he goes down on you as he did before, holding you down forcefully. There is so much more you want to do with these talented boys and revisit—you will never tire of them.
Anthony increases the pace of his thrusts, hands smearing down your body to your knees, hitching your legs up and wider apart, making you gasp, moan, and writhe under him. You are fighting against the silky cravats' hold against your wrists, desperate to touch him, feel his warm skin under your palms.
He changes position, sitting up and hauling you bodily onto his thighs, hands wrapped around your hipbones as he pulls you onto him, hitting a new angle inside, the head of his cock spearing against that spot which drives you to madness.
“Please, sir, I need more,” you plead to Benedict between moans.
“What do you need, my girl?” he questions, licking his lips and scanning your body, watching your back arch, shoulders dragging against the velvet of the chaise.
“Whatever you can give me, please, sir,” you implore, desperate for more sensation—a tide to sweep you away again.
“Hmm, then I think it's time for this…” is the only warning you get before he reaches and slides one hairpin off your nipple, immediately sucking it deep into his mouth as it revives. You scream loud at the rush of blood and sensation; clenching tight around Anthony’s cock he cries out.
“Fuck darling, do that again.”
“Oh, she will.” Benedict gloats and switches attention to the other nipple nearest to him. Discarding the hairpin and enveloping it in a hot strong pull of his lips. His fingers snagging against the nipple that his mouth abandoned.
Anthony groans loud, fingers digging into your hips so hard he will leave marks as you scream and bear down on him again. Benedict surges up and captures your lips with his as he pinches both nipples, swallowing your screams and cries. For all the punishment you were metered out, there seems to be a balance more of pleasure as you climb quickly towards another orgasm.
“Do it,” Benedict orders quietly against your lips, knowing you are so close you just need something to push you over the precipice, and he's decided to use his voice and hands. “Do it now, come on his cock just like you came on mine, our beautiful filthy girl.”
Anthony's fingers find your clit, and it's too much at once. You stop hearing their voices and encouraging sounds; it all fades into black as a rush of blood fills your ears and your eyes close. You are swept away by the strong palpitations of your core, tensing and releasing all your muscles, notching up your spine, curving off the chaise, pulsing hard in your aching nipples.
Anthony grunts loudly and loses all finesse in his movements as he stutters and growls, pulling out just in time to spill himself onto your public hair. He collapses on top of you, gusting breaths, his head resting on your breastbone, your thighs still draped over his legs.
“Fuck. I’d forgotten what that feels like,” he pants. “We can't go so long without our girl again,” he admits quietly between deep inhales.
Benedict kisses the dewy skin of your shoulder as you shudder delicately, sensations still rippling across your skin.
“You should never be out of our beds,” Anthony states, rubbing his nose unhurriedly over your swollen nipples, making you moan again.
“Our beds?” Benedict queries, a tinge of something hopeful in his voice.
“Yes, brother,” Anthony sighs, “I trust you with our girl. She's ours now, if the lady permits, of course,” he demures.
“Hell yes, she does,” you murmur. They both laugh warmly in response.
“And yes, that means I permit you to spend time with her too, without me, on occasion, just as I do,” Anthony says sincerely, untying one of your wrists.
Benedict swallows heavily and nods his thanks as he does the same to your other wrist, freeing you completely.
“But I want both of you,” you pipe up, moving your arms to run your fingers into both of their hair, “all the time.” You add as they both sigh heavily at the sensation of your fingernails scratching their scalps.
“Well, that certainly…. can be arranged,” Anthony smiles up at you from your chest as Benedict nuzzles against your neck.
Your beautiful boys.
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For your fav JJK characters again: flirting HCs, them wooing a crush! Please and thanks~
AN// ❤️ the way idk how to flirt even tho i’m in a serious relationship so i’ll be attempting this 😂 also sorry for the wait it’s sorta short!
JJK Headcanons
FLIRTING WITH THEIR CRUSH
With Nanami, Fushiguro, Todo, and Inumaki
Nanami Kento
def more ‘old fashioned’
him flirting means you’re always blushing
it means you know his intentions from the start and don’t have to worry
it means you’ll be respected and complimented… always feeling good about yourself
he doesn’t use pick up lines those are cheesy gross
his flirting is bringing you flowers or sending you your favorite food
i would say it’s much more like him courting you than anything
he’s not physical though
just kind words- telling you how beautiful you are
holds doors open for you in any scenario
stands on the outside as you walk
cooks elaborate meals for you
definitely helps you pick out an outfit if you ask
just who he is, how amazing of a man, is enough to have you head over heels
Fushiguro Megumi
he’s gonna be shy about it
doesn’t wanna look stupid or have you judge him
it’s almost awkward in a way
attempts the whole ‘slyly putting his arm around you when watching a movie’ thing
like he doesn’t say anything about it or any of the ways he’ll touch you - definitely leaves you confused
buys you really thought out presents just to ignore you for a few days lol
just broods if you’re talking to another guy
takes him blowing up on a situation to confess to you
you always just say “gumi i had no idea you were even flirting with me that whole time!” just to see him pout
Aoi Todo
blunt lol
you’ll know he’s flirting immediately doesn’t even try to be smooth or hide it
half assed attempt at pickup lines that end up with him bright red
definitely buys you lots of things
basically shows up wherever you are too
also begs you to see takada-chan with him once to confess to her that he’s all for you… whoops
so you’re his newest, probably life long obsession
but he’s a sweet heart and his flirting is almost cringe worthy… you know what he’s doing and it just makes you laugh, but enjoy it nonetheless
Inumaki Toge
eeek love the headcanons i see about him and sticky notes
like yes he’s leaving them all over your stuff 
especially if you’re at jujutsu high- they’ll be super encouraging but also compliments
it’s his way of talking to you and it’s adorable
i think it’ll be hard at first to differentiate his behavior between normal playful toge and flirting toge
they’re pretty similar
he follows you around, always wants to train with you, practically swats people away so y’all can hang out
lotssss of game nights with his switch- never lets you win in anything
he’s cute when he confesses :)
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i saw ur recent post and now hear my out *drumroll* tasm peter parker teaching an S/O how to skateboard/skateboarding dates with an S/O <3
✧.* dirty converses
— summary : it's a boring sunday afternoon, so peter decides to take you skateboarding.
— pairings : tasm!peter parker x gn!reader
— word count : 0,6k
— warnings : fluff, established relationship, a kiss, reader almost falling whoops, pet names, not proofread.
a/n : *drumroll* here it is!! sorry it took so long butttt i hope u enjoy it <33 also i am no skater so sorry for any mistakes abt that.
peter has always loved skateboarding, it's something he can use as a distraction from everything, something he can do to feel some sort of freedom and joy.
ever since uncle ben gifted him his first board on his 9th birthday, he's been skating almost everyday. especially on sunday afternoons, the day where all the homework and essays are finished, the day where there are no chores due, and the day where he can just relax and skate till his legs go numb.
and now it's another sunday afternoon. peter's walking to your house, with a small flower on one hand, and his skateboard on the other. he's been dying to teach you how to skate for longer than ever, and when you finally agreed to learn today he did not hesitate to walk out of his house and run to yours.
you were waiting near the steps outside of your house, playing with the laces of your dirty converses. maybe you should get new, clean ones. you wait for a bit.
peter arrives, grinning from ear to ear. "hi, i uh got you this." he hands you the small flower. "for luck, in case you fall and break your ankles." he jokes — "you're mean." you reply as he helps you stand up.
"do you wanna just skate here? you're neighbourhood seems nice." he asks, "or- or we can go to the skate park." — "i could go for a walk to the skate park." you answer, peter smiles.
the walk was nice. you kept the flower peter gave in your pocket, a few petals peeking out. you felt the warmth of peter's hand and the cool breeze of summer.
the skate park was quiet, a few kids who were there left a few minutes later. "at least no ones here to see you fall." peter teases. "are you saying i'm gonna fall?" you reply. "no, because you have the best teacher of all time." peter smiles, teeth showing. you roll your eyes at his sarcastic tone.
peter helps you balance on the board first, his hands holding your waist gently, making sure you don't fall. "just relax, i got you." peter reassures. you balance carefully on the board, peter's hands letting go slowly.
"see? you're a natural, we can go to the basic's now like pushing off and stopping." he continued. peter demonstrated the move, you carefully try and copy it.
but i don't think falling was part of the steps — "careful there!" peter caught you as you were about to fall, he helps you get back on your feet. "it's alright, everyone falls on their first try." he attempts to cheer you up.
peter continues to guide you and help you through all the basics of skating. complimenting you every time you did a step correctly.
"see? i told you you're a natural, bubs." he kisses you on the cheek.
you continue to spend the afternoon with peter at the skate park. sitting near the ramps, you see peter skate from afar. you watch how his hair falls perfectly in place, how the glow of the sun beautifully captures his movements, you watch as he lands a trick, giving you a smile and a thumbs up before walking towards you.
he sits next to you. the sun begins to set, casting a warm golden hue over the skate park. "did you see the trick i landed there?" he pointed, "yeah! you should teach me that sometime." you suggest, "i will, you've gotten really good at this you know? i had a really good time with you today." peter remarks.
"i had a really good time with you too, pete." you smile.
sunday afternoons might be your favorite now.
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