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pucksandpower · 4 days

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Made with Love

Charles Leclerc x amateur baker!Reader

Summary: in which Charles would rather risk the entire paddock getting food poisoning (again) than break your heart by telling you that your baking is horrible

You hum to yourself as you pull a tray of freshly baked cupcakes out of the oven. The sweet, chocolaty aroma fills Charles’ kitchen, making your mouth water.

This batch is sure to be perfect! You’ve been practicing your baking skills for months now, determined to get it just right.

Charles wanders into the kitchen, drawn by the scent. “Mmm, something smells good in here!”

He peers over your shoulder at the tray of cupcakes. They’re a bit misshapen, with cracked tops that deflated the second they were taken out of the oven. The frosting is glopped on unevenly.

To you, they look absolutely mouthwatering. To Charles, they look … well, he loves you too much to say.

“Try one!” You urge, holding out a cupcake. Charles flashes you a hesitant smile before taking it. He peels back the liner and takes a bite. His eyes widen and he forces himself to chew and swallow.

“Well? How is it?” You ask eagerly.

Charles clears his throat. “It’s, uh, it’s great. Your best batch yet,” he lies. In truth, it’s dry and dense, with a strange bitter aftertaste. But the delight on your face makes the fib worth it.

You throw your arms around him in a hug. “Yay! I can’t wait to share them with the team this weekend.”

Charles’ stomach drops. The thought of the entire paddock pretending to enjoy your baking makes him cringe internally. But he plasters on a smile. “What a nice idea! I’m sure they’ll love them.”

The two of you arrive at the circuit and you can barely contain your excitement as you carry a large container of cupcakes into the paddock. Charles trails behind you, backpack slung over one shoulder, his other arm wrapped around your waist. He presses a quick kiss to your temple before you flit off to distribute your baked goods.

You first approach Max Verstappen, holding out a cupcake with rainbow sprinkles. “Here Max, have one!”

Max eyes the treat dubiously but accepts it with a polite smile. “Thanks Y/N, that’s really nice of you.”

You beam and turn to Charles, missing the look of apprehension on Max’s face. Charles catches Max’s eye and draws a finger across his throat in warning. Max’s eyes widen but he nods in understanding. Charles won’t let anything ruin your mood today.

You make your way through the paddock, handing cupcakes to mechanics, engineers, PR reps, reporters, team principals, and drivers. Charles hovers behind you, keeping a watchful eye on each recipient.

Daniel Ricciardo visibly gags on his first bite when you turn away. Charles glares and shakes his head sharply. Daniel rearranges his face into a smile and gives a thumbs up.

Lando Norris takes an overly large bite and Charles has to pound on his back as he chokes it down.

Esteban Ocon discreetly spits his cupcake into a napkin when you’re not looking. Charles lunges forward and grabs his arm, squeezing tightly until Esteban wheezes out “Delicious!”

You remain blissfully unaware of the chaos that falls over the paddock in your wake, oblivious to Charles’ desperate interventions. All you see are your friends and acquaintances enjoying your baking.

When you finally offer a cupcake to Charles, he takes it and eats the whole thing without hesitation. Because even if it tastes like sugary sawdust, the delight on your face makes it the best treat in the world.

“Wasn’t that fun?” You gush to Charles afterwards. “I can’t wait to try out a new recipe soon!”

Charles just kisses your frosting-smudged nose and says, “I can’t wait either, mon amour.” As long as you’re happy, he’ll choke down all the questionable cupcakes you offer. Because your smile is the only thing that matters.

***

The paddock is bustling with activity as you and Charles arrive for the next race weekend, yet another batch of fresh baked goods in hand. You’re eager to share your latest creations — classic chocolate chunk cookies. You spent hours carefully following the recipe, determined to get them just right.

As you make your rounds distributing cookies, the reactions are the usual mix of forced smiles and discreet spitting. Charles trails behind you, glaring at anyone who doesn’t immediately rave about how delicious they are. The drivers and mechanics quickly catch on, showering you with praise and shooting Charles grateful looks when he turns you away.

You finally offer a cookie to Graham, a mechanic from the Mercedes team. He takes it hesitantly, eyeing Charles standing behind you. But Graham is new to the paddock and unaware of the baked goods situation.

He takes a bite and immediately grimaces. “Ugh, these taste terrible!” He blurts out.

You gasp, stumbling back as if struck. Tears well up in your eyes. Charles is at your side in an instant, pulling you into a comforting hug. Over your shoulder, he shoots Graham a look of absolute rage.

Graham realizes his mistake too late, shame washing over his face. “I-I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean ...” he stammers. But you’re already pulling away from Charles and rushing off, sobbing.

Charles turns on Graham, eyes blazing. “How could you? All she ever wants to do is make others happy!” Graham cowers before him, other mechanics backing away nervously.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” Graham says miserably.

“Sorry isn’t good enough,” Charles snarls. “You stay away from her, you hear me?” Graham nods shakily. Satisfied the message is received, Charles races after you.

He finds you behind the garage, face buried in your hands. “Oh mon ange,” Charles murmurs, wrapping you in his arms. “Don’t listen to him, your cookies are perfect.”

You cling to Charles, sniffling. “I just wanted to do something nice for everyone. But I’m so horrible at baking!”

Charles tilts your chin up. “You listen to me. You have the biggest, kindest heart. It doesn’t matter if the cookies are a little, er, overdone. What matters is you put love into making them. Don’t let someone like Graham get you down.”

You smile tremulously. “Have I told you lately that you’re the best boyfriend ever?”

Charles grins. “Hmm, I don’t mind hearing it again.” Laughing through your tears, you tell him again, punctuating it with a kiss.

After ensuring you’re okay, Charles seeks out Graham. “I trust you’ll be more considerate going forward?” Graham nods meekly. “Good. But just so we’re clear, if you upset her again, you’ll be out of this paddock for good.”

The next day, the news breaks that Graham has been dismissed from the Mercedes team for “attitude issues.” You feel a bit guilty, hoping your cookies didn’t cause him to lose his job. But Charles seems strangely satisfied, so you don’t dwell on it.

From then on, Charles redoubles his efforts to protect your feelings whenever you provide baked goods. The paddock falls in line, fawning over your overly salty pretzels and dry banana bread.

The brightness of your smile makes it all worth it to Charles. Because keeping that joy and kindness shining in you is what matters most to him.

***

You step out of Charles’ Ferrari, the engine purring as he puts it in park. Taking his hand, you smile excitedly — today is another fan meetup organized by the team, and you can’t wait to connect with Charles’ supporters again.

“Are you ready, mon cœur?” Charles asks, squeezing your hand gently. His green eyes crinkle at the corners as he looks at you adoringly.

“Absolutely!” You chirp, patting the large picnic basket hanging off your arm. “I made lots of treats to share today!”

Charles grins and leans in to kiss your forehead. “I’m sure they will love everything you made, as always.”

You beam, bolstered by his encouragement as you both make your way to the event. The meetup is being held in a local park, with tents and tables set up amongst the lush green grass and towering trees. You spot a long line of fans waiting eagerly for Charles’ arrival. Most are dressed in the familiar rosso corsa of Ferrari, holding posters and memorabilia for him to sign.

“Charles! Charles!” They chant excitedly when they see him. You hang back happily, letting him have his moment with his dedicated supporters. Charles takes selfies, signs autographs, and chats animatedly in Italian, French, and English. The fans are thrilled to interact with their racing idol.

After some time, Charles waves you over. “I would like you all to meet someone very special to me,” he announces, wrapping an arm around you. The fans erupt into cheers and applause. “This is Y/N, my love.”

You blush at the attention but manage to give a little wave. “Hi everyone! I’m so happy to be here today.”

Charles addresses the crowd again. “As some of you know, Y/N loves to bake and has brought some special treats to share with you all today.”

This is met with more enthusiastic cheers. Though none of them particularly enjoy your baked goods, the fans appreciate the effort and know Charles likes to reward them for humoring you.

You open up your large picnic basket, beaming with pride. “I made my favorite oatmeal raisin cookies, some lemon squares, and my famous rocky road fudge!”

The fans try not to visibly cringe, lining up politely with plates held out. You happily distribute your overly dry, burnt cookies and gooey, cloying fudge. The lemon squares are mushy and saccharine. But the fans accept it all with smiles and encouragement.

“Mmm, delicious!” One teenage girl forces out through a mouthful of your fudge.

An older man gives you a thumbs up as he chokes down a cookie, eyes watering. “So good!”

You beam, pleased that they enjoy your baking so much. As you chat with each person, you don’t notice Charles discreetly handing out autographed photos, caps, and other prized memorabilia to reward the fans for their efforts.

After you’ve handed out all your baked goods, Charles suggests a stroll through the park gardens. As you walk hand-in-hand admiring the flowers, he says softly, “You have such a big heart, Y/N. The way you care so much about connecting with the fans means the world to me.”

You squeeze his hand gratefully. “It’s the least I can do — they support you in everything, so I want to support them too.”

Charles stops and turns to you, his expression tender. “You are amazing, truly. I’m the luckiest man in the world.” He leans in and kisses you sweetly. Your heart flutters just like the first time your lips met.

When you return from your walk, the event is winding down. You say goodbye to the fans, who thank you profusely for the treats and making their day so special. You tell them you can’t wait to bake for them again soon!

After the last fan leaves, it’s just you and Charles. The late afternoon sun casts golden light on the empty picnic tables.

“Did you have fun, mon amour?” Charles asks, caressing your cheek.

“The best time!” You say enthusiastically. “I just love baking for your wonderful fans and seeing how it makes them smile.”

Charles’ eyes are full of love. He kisses the top of your head. “As long as it makes you happy, that’s all that matters to me.”

You snuggle into his chest happily. “Have I told you lately how much I love you?”

“I don’t think so,” Charles teases. “Why don’t you remind me again?”

You grin up at him. “I’ll tell you over dinner … I have a new donut recipe I want to try out.”

Charles fights down a grimace as he reminds himself that your love is more than worth suffering through another dreadful dessert. “I can’t wait!”

***

“Mate, you have to stop her before she poisons someone,” Max whispers urgently to Charles as you step out of the room.

Charles furrows his brow. “What are you talking about?”

“Your girlfriend. Her baking. It’s … it’s just terrible. I’m sorry, but it has to be said.”

Charles lets out a dismissive chuckle. “Oh come on, it’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?” Max raises his eyebrows incredulously. “I chipped a tooth on her brownie last week!”

Charles rubs the back of his neck awkwardly as he avoids making eye contact.

“Look, I get that you don’t want to upset her,” Max continues, his voice lowering conspiratorially. “But we can’t keep lying and pretending it’s good! One of these days, someone is going to end up in the hospital.”

Charles sighs deeply, running a hand through his tousled hair. “What do you want me to do? If I tell her the truth, she’ll be devastated.”

You return to the room then, a bright smile on your face as you carry a plate of freshly baked apple tarts. “Who wants one?”

Max cringes almost imperceptibly while Charles shoots him a warning look. “They look great, ma belle!” He says with forced enthusiasm, taking one and bringing it to his lips.

The apple filling is gelatinous and tastes faintly of soap. Charles forces himself to swallow it with a strained smile. Max quickly declines when you offer him one.

Later that evening, Charles finds Max alone outside his apartment building. “I need your help,” he admits defeatedly.

Max looks at him expectantly.

“With Y/N’s baking … how do I get her to stop without completely crushing her?”

His friend contemplates this for a moment. “Well … you could try convincing her to take up a new hobby instead?”

Charles shakes his head. “I’ve suggested that before, but she’s dead set on baking. It’s her biggest passion.”

“Okay, then you’ll have to take a different approach.” Max strokes his chin thoughtfully. “What if … you told her a bunch of us were going vegan or something, so she couldn’t bake for us anymore?”

Charles raises an eyebrow at the suggestion, but then slowly nods. “You know, that could actually work …”

The next day, you eagerly bring a fresh batch of blueberry muffins to the paddock to share with everyone. Charles takes a deep breath before pulling you aside gently.

“Hey, can I talk to you about something?” He starts, trying to keep his expression neutral.

You blink up at him curiously. “Of course. What’s up?”

“Well …” He clears his throat. “I was talking to the guys and … Lewis has actually convinced a bunch of them to go vegan. Lando, Max …”

He lists off a dozen more names, watching as realization dawns on your face. Your shoulders slump slightly.

“Oh … I see.” You glance down at the muffins in your hands. “I guess that means I can’t really bake for them anymore.”

Charles feels a pang of guilt at the disappointment in your eyes. But then, your expression brightens again.

“I’ll just have to start baking vegan treats instead!” You declare happily. “This is so exciting, I’ve been wanting to experiment with more plant-based ingredients!”

Charles’s shoulders tense as the plan epically backfires. Of course you’d take this as an opportunity to bake even more.

Over the next few weeks, you gleefully embrace the vegan baking lifestyle. Charles has to smother his laughter when Max nearly chokes biting into one of your “chewy” vegan brownies. Lando spits out a mouthful of your gritty vegan chocolate cake when you’re not looking.

You, however, remain blissfully unaware of how dreadful your creations are. No matter how many hints Charles tries to drop, the problem only seems to be getting worse.

One evening, you set a plate of fresh-from-the-oven vegan peanut butter cookies on the coffee table, plopping down on the couch next to Charles with a proud grin.

“Try one!” You insist, picking a cookie up and holding it in front of his lips.

Charles hesitates for just a second too long. Your face falls and he scrambles to take a bite, barely suppressing a wince as he chews on what feels like a solid lump of chalk mixed with peanut shavings. He forces himself to swallow it down with an enthusiastic grin.

“Wow, these are incredible!” He lies through his teeth. “You’ve really outdone yourself this time.”

You perk up immediately, the dejected look vanishing. “You really think so? I tried a new recipe I found online.”

“Definitely a winner,” Charles affirms, trying his best to sound convincing. “We should bring some to the paddock for everyone to try.”

Your eyes light up at the suggestion and guilt twists in Charles’s gut. The last thing he wants is for the other drivers to have to suffer through these … confections. But he could never be the one to shatter your baking dreams.

The next day at the track, you eagerly pass around the plate of peanut butter hockey pucks to the drivers and crew. Charles discreetly pulls Max aside with a pained look.

“Please, I’m begging you …” he murmurs under his breath. “Just smile and nod, no matter how bad they are.”

Max grimaces as he takes an experimental bite of one of the cookies, his expression doing little to mask his revulsion. But he meets Charles’s pleading gaze and forces out a strangled, “Mmm … great!”

One by one, the others follow suit — fake smiles and strained praises as they choke down your baked atrocities. You remain obliviously pleased, unaware of their suffering.

Over the next few weeks, the vegan baking experiments only seem to get worse and worse. The paddock has become a silent circle of culinary martyrs — all sworn to an unspoken code to preserve your feelings at all costs.

You proudly present a tray of charcoal-colored muffins that leave the entire garage coughing from the plume of burnt flour. “Tried a new recipe for dark chocolate avocado muffins!” You explain brightly.

“Can’t wait to dig in,” Lando is close to crying, his eyes already watering.

Charles has to bite back a laugh as Max takes a heroic bite, barely managing to keep it together. He pats the Dutchman on the back firmly as the poor guy fights back a gag reflex.

“Two more words about her baking and you’ll be racing with three wheels next season,” he warns Carlos in a low mutter after witnessing the Spaniard nearly vomit up a slice of your “moist” vegan zucchini bread.

The sheer willpower it takes for the entire crew to maintain the facade is almost impressive. Technique and strategy meetings have now become immense displays of unspoken fortitude — everyone driven by the simple goal of not letting you catch on that your baked goods are, in fact, completely inedible.

Charles has started bringing backup protein bars and shakes to every race just to make sure nobody accidentally lapses into baked good-induced delirium.

He really has no idea how much longer this can possibly be sustained. But he also has no idea how to safely extract the situation without demolishing your passion and self-confidence in the process.

For now, his main objective is to ensure your bright smile and cheerfulness remain unchanged — no matter how many mouths he has to personally silence to make that happen.

At the end of the day, having you by his side, radiating that infectious joy and following your heart’s desire, is worth enduring all the subpar vegan muffins in the world.

He’ll take a bite of your latest abomination with an adoring grin, because that’s what partners who truly love each other do — they support each other through the good, the bad, and the burnt-to-a-crisp.

***

It’s the start of a new season, and Charles has been racking his brain for a solution to the ongoing baking saga. As much as he loves indulging your passion, the charade is becoming increasingly difficult to maintain. The entire paddock is at their wits’ end trying to choke down your vegan torture devices week after week.

That’s when he has an idea — one he hopes will be a win-win for everyone involved.

“Surprise!” He says with an excited grin, presenting you with the envelopes. “I got us signed up for this baking course. I thought it could be fun for us to take some classes together!”

You’re beaming as you throw your arms around his neck. “That’s such a thoughtful idea! I would love nothing more.”

Of course, Charles being Charles is hardly fully forthright about his motivations. “To be honest, I’m the one who really needs the help,” he fibs sheepishly. “We all know I’m a disaster in the kitchen. But with your talents guiding me, maybe there’s hope!”

Over the next few weeks, you and Charles diligently show up for your baking classes. The instructor walks you through fundamentals like properly measuring ingredients, controlling oven temperatures, and mastering technical skills. Slowly but surely, your creations start emerging looking (and smelling) better and better.

One evening, you return home with a fresh tray of beautifully baked chocolate chip cookies — the first delicacy you’ve felt confident enough to bake since the lessons. You present them to Charles with bated breath.

He takes one tentative bite, his eyes widening in surprise. These are actually ... edible! More than edible — they are legitimately delicious! The dough-to-chip ratio is perfect, the texture is chewy but not dry or crumbly. He quickly stuffs two more into his mouth with an appreciative moan.

“Ma belle … these are incredible!” He gasps out between bites.

You clap your hands over your mouth, eyes shining with glee. “Oh my gosh, you really think so? I was so nervous!”

“Are you kidding? I could eat this entire tray all by myself!”

The two of you dissolve into celebratory laughter and hugs, the sweet taste of success quite literally on your tongues.

“I think it’s time for the real taste test,” you declare one day, rolling up your sleeves as you start prepping an array of fresh baked goods. “We’re taking these bad boys to the paddock!”

The next race weekend, you stride in carrying bakery boxes of your fresh chocolate chip cookies as well as some decadent fudge brownies.

“Fresh out of the oven!” You announce proudly, setting them down with a bright grin. “Who’s hungry?”

For a long beat, nobody moves. The drivers exchange wary glances, their self-preservation instincts kicking in as they recall the many baking debacles of the past. Lando bravely reaches for a brownie first, his face scrunched up preemptively-

Only to blink in surprise as the rich, fudgy flavor hits his taste buds. His eyes widen comically as he takes another bite. “Bloody hell ... this is actually good!”

The words seem to shatter the suspended tension. Soon the entire paddock is swarming the trays, devouring the fresh baked goods with delight. Charles watches on in disbelief, his own taste buds experiencing flavors he didn’t even know were possible from your former creations.

He sees Max take a bite of one of the cookies, freezing in place as his eyes slip closed with an expression of pure bliss. When they open again, Charles is alarmed to see they’re glistening with unshed tears.

The Dutchman wordlessly holds up the cookie, gazing at Charles reverently as a lone tear trails down his cheek. Then, to everyone’s astonishment, he brings the baked good to his lips and takes another sensual bite, savoring it like it’s the first good thing he’s ever tasted.

From then on, it’s like a switch has been flipped. The paddock that once dreaded your baking now seemingly can’t get enough of it. Every race weekend, they await your fresh creations with unrestrained enthusiasm, like kids on a sugar bender.

Charles has lost count of how many times he’s caught drivers and crew sneaking off to wherever you’re prepping the latest batch, nostrils flaring as they try to scout out that heavenly aroma.

It’s gotten to the point where Max’s performance coach has had to implement strict rules about his treat consumption to prevent indulgences from derailing his season.

“Easy there, Max!” Rupert calls in a booming tone, swooping in to physically restrain the Dutchman as he makes a mad dash toward where you’re unpacking that week’s fresh delivery. “You know you have a limit on those.”

Max strains against his performance coach’s grip, eyes zeroing in on the platter of goodies being unloaded with unrestrained longing. “I don’t care, she brought triple chocolate cookie dough brownies this time! Let me go!”

Rupert grunts in exertion, struggling to keep his driver in check. “This is for your own good! Think of your diet!”

“That’s irrelevant!” Max practically snarls, pupils blown wide like an addict suffering from withdrawals. “Do you have any idea how long I waited to have real baked goods again?”

It’s a battle of wills and metabolism that quickly becomes a weekly sight. Charles can’t help but chuckle fondly as he watches Max and Rupert’s familiar tug-of-war happen like clockwork every Sunday.

As much as he’d love to intervene, he knows better than to come between Max and your heavenly baked creations. He’s just thrilled that this baking journey took such a delicious turn — both for your invigorated culinary passion and for the safety of everyone’s tastebuds.

Honestly, he’ll take the sight of a feverish Max drooling over freshly baked goods any day over having to choke down burnt muffins and brittle biscuits. This is the sweet upgrade everyone had been dreaming about.

The true recipe for happiness was sticking by each other’s side through all those halfbaked stumbles.

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pearlywritings · 2 months

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Wriothesley nsfw alphabet

tw: female reader, established relationship (you two are married), office sex, tiiny mention of consensual somnophilia

word count: 3.9k+ words

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

For a couple of minutes Wriothesley will stay by your side, catching his breath. His palm will always rest on some part of your body, feeling the pleasant heat of your skin under the fingertips. Then, after sharing a little kiss, he’ll promptly leave but won’t be gone for long - with a warm wet towel the man will clean your body and then his (or let you do it if you’d like to). With some briefs on or remaining nude, he’ll bring you something to drink and snack on and as you are leaning into his frame to do just that, he’ll sip some calming tea from his own mug. You share a moment of blissful silence or quietly discussing the most mundane things, like how your days were, and it’s so perfectly domestic, that Wriothesley can’t help but fall in love with you a little bit more.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Wriothesley is not an oblivious person. He is highly aware that once fear from meeting his personа evaporates, many start ogling his body, practically lusting for him. And while he doesn’t feel particularly flattered, he feels pride - after all, he’s managed to build such a physique through the years of heavy labor and exhausting fights. If he has to choose though, then he’ll pick his chiseled jawline, because that’s where you love to leave the majority of your kisses.

When it comes to you, his lovely wife, he’d pick your chest without hesitation. He quickly grew to appreciate burying his face between your soft mounds as you run your fingers through his hair, letting him rest for a moment. He loves how his big hands cupping them look like. He doesn’t fail to moan louder at the feeling of your swollen nipples resting on his tongue. He adores when your breasts move as he is drilling into your pussy. And he cums almost instantly when you give his hard cock a tit job.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Cums a lot, emptying his heavy balls with a wild shiver running down his back. Wriothesley likes being a little messy while at home, not shying from smearing the last drops of his cum over your lips or tits, or pussy. If you are in his office, however, he always has condoms stuffed in one of his drawers just to deal with less mess afterwards. If you let him cum inside though, he wouldn’t mind one bit too.

What he loves more though, is how you always tell him that there is surely some more left in his sack and that maybe you should go for another round to release it. There is something thrilling in how you want to milk his aching member dry.

What he loves even more, is when you cum, or better squirt, on his tongue, letting him lick and slurp your liquids to his heart’s content (or till your next orgasm).

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This man has quite a number of piercings, both visible and invisible to the eye of a bystander. And every time Wrio sees your bare breasts, he can’t help but wonder if you’d get your nipples pierced to match his. They’d get even prettier and so sensitive, and the metal would roll so wonderfully on his tongue as he’d be playing with them… But he also knows that this thing is not for everyone and that there are people who can’t handle pain as well as he does, so… For now it’s just a fantasy of his.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

There is experience, but for the longest time Wriothesley considered sex as nothing more but meeting his body’s needs, which doesn’t grant one with the pleasure of intimate connection. Besides, what love can you find in a prison? And why would you even seek one in the conditions the previous warden enforced?

He was so happy that he was wrong. When, after months of dating, you allowed him to take you for the first time, he felt excitement. He wanted to show you all the ways he could make you feel good, and when you oh so sweetly expressed your desire to return the favor, he practically melted. That night changed everything for him.

He still fondly relishes in the memory of your first time, even now, years later, with more experience under his belt, and yet still learning new stuff together with you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Please ride him with your chest in his face or at least hands. He’d beg on his knees if he has to. There is nothing more melodious to his ears than your skin slapping against his and slick making squelching noises as you lift and drop back onto his cock, while also releasing the sweetest moans, and nothing better than feeling the softest curves of your body by his fingers and mouth.

Bending over the table is one of his favorites too, because that’s exactly what happens half of the times when he’s horny and you just happen to visit him in his office. Also has an excuse to put his palms under your breasts because his desk “is too cold”.

However, he can be selfish sometimes and keep you between his spread legs while your throat is occupied with his leaking member. Wriothesley can’t deny that when you are cockwarming him this way on slower sessions, he is on cloud nine.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Your husband is serious, but also so random. While in the process, his mouth runs faster than his thoughts, so he might blurt something stupid out and you’d both share a giggle about it. However usually he’s too focused on your body and making sure you feel good to joke around

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Now Wriothesley is what people may call a “manly man”. He tries to shave his face regularly, yet the stubble is very quick to reappear. His eyebrows are dark and thick, he has chest hair, as well as on his arms and legs.

So, of course he has a delicious, thick, dark, happy trail starting right under his belly button and traveling down to the base of his cock. He grooms it regularly, but never shaves it off completely, because, even though you don’t voice it, he never misses the way that black and gray line disappearing under the waist of his pants always catches your attention. Or how you couldn’t be more obvious while absent-mindedly combing your fingers through the hairs as your palm rests on his stomach during something as sweet as cuddling, or as dirty as sucking his cock.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

In a long-term relationship - let alone married to you, - this man is a huge teddy bear and seeks for your smile. So, romantic dinners, or seagazing, or baths with flower petals are a common part of your love-making routine. Even if sex happens randomly - in his office, or on the kitchen table in the morning, - he still doesn’t forget to praise you, hold your body close to his, and murmur an occasional “I love you”, while your fingers are intertwined and the rings are catching the light beautifully.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He grew addicted to you, and with that addiction his attraction and sex drive increased. He doesn’t feel embarrassed about his need to masturbate to relieve some tension when you are not here or do not feel like having sex (he’ll never pressure you). However, Wriothesley finds it endearing, when pleasuring himself is integrated into the love-making process. To see you sitting on the opposite end of the bed, bare, with your fingers thrusting in and out of your squelching pussy, makes his fist tighten around his own wet with pre-cum length and speed up the motion of his wrist.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Scratching. It was by pure accident when he discovered this kink. That night he was giving his all to leave the bed broken by the end of it, fucking into you so hard and animalistically, that you needed something to keep you grounded. Grabbing at the sheets was not enough anymore, so you wrapped your arms around his wide back. With every thrust of his strong hips your nails dug deeper and deeper into his skin, until they raked down in response to a blinding orgasm your lover put you through. Once you both got back to your senses and assessed the damage, you felt like shit for hurting him, but, to your surprise, Wriothesley asked you to do it again next time. And you did, making him cum copiously.

Temperature play. He is blessed with a Vision and is a tease who loves experimenting, so… Enjoys making his palms cold just to make you shiver, especially if you are blindfolded and unaware of where his fingers will end up next. Adores circling around your erected nipples and running the tips of his digits down your stomach or back and then suddenly tap against your needy clit. Makes you mewl every time.

Morning sex with elements of consensual somnophilia. Wriothesley is not particularly a morning person and after you spoiled him by simply being in his life and sleeping with him in one bed, he awakes very slowly and groggily. However, when you wake him up with a nice blowjob or slow rocking on top of his hips, while his morning wood is nicely warmed up between your walls, the man is guaranteed an amazing mood for the rest of his day. He loves returning the favor too - he is not going to spoil his appetite for breakfast if he eats your pussy out first.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Any place that’s hidden from prying eyes and does not make you uncomfortable. This man can adapt pretty quickly to any situation, and even if it’s just an empty room with no furniture to rest your body on, there is nothing stopping him from hoisting you up and making his arms and gravity do their job.

Though he can’t deny that the bed in your bedroom is the perfect option, since it’s the best and biggest space to maneuver your bodies comfortably and then rest between the rounds. And, subconsciously, he knows it’s the one place where he won’t protest should you tell him to take a break and not rush back to finish some of his work.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

The morning sight of you in nothing but his shirt makes his cock stir. The soft bourbon material covers enough of your body, but a couple of buttons undone show him your pretty collarbones, painted with his love bites, and when you turn your back to him and reach for something on a shell, he has an appetizing view of of your backside, which he never fails to squeeze, while planting a kiss to your temple. But also, it's the domesticity of you comfortably wearing his clothes that riles him up.

Also he loves your commanding tone, especially when you chide him for overworking and urge him to take a break and get away from his desk. Usually you don't move too far, ending up on the couch in his office either with his mouth on your breasts or his cock balls deep in that tight cunt of yours. Or both.

On a softer side of him, his heart beats faster whenever you call him by words of endearment. His name isn’t truly his, and he doesn’t feel any connection with it, that’s why when you call him something else, especially yours, he wants to cup both your cheeks and kiss you till you both run out of breath.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Won’t use his work handcuffs on you. They are for catching criminals and are too heavy and harsh for your beautiful wrists, so if you want restrictions - he obtains ones specifically for sex.

Will never share you with anyone. While he is open to experiments, he does not want to include other people, because your relationship is sacred to him and the man’ll rather die than have his trust in you fluctuate.

No mommy/daddy kink. He…just doesn’t want to bring any parent-related stuff into your sex life.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Wriothesley is a fan of both, yet leaning more into the ‘giving’ area. Your flushed cheeks, glazed over eyes, trembling bitten lips, heavily rising and falling chest, shaking thighs and fingers in his hair… Please, give him more of your reactions while his tongue laps your pussy. Equally loves you being under him and sitting on his face - a meal is a meal.

When it comes to you giving him a blowjob, the Duke feels like the most important person in Teyvat with the way you look up at him with those pretty eyes as his tip rests onto your tongue and then slides down your throat. If you let him fuck your tits while at it - he’ll become completely putty in your hands.

Enjoys 69, and doesn’t avoid it even if there is no way to lie down. You know first hand just how strong this man is and how easily he handles your body.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Usually he is not rough with you - unless he really is pent up or you ask him to. Though he does prefer faster pace, going for deeper penetration, because it creates the sexiest variation of sounds, reactions and actions. Plus, sometimes you have too little time to finish and he will be damned to let you leave unsatisfied.

On slower nights or in the mornings, his thrusts are not as wild and more sensual, dragging his cock in and out slowly, letting you thoroughly enjoy the rub of his thick veins against your walls. It also gives him more opportunities to stimulate your other erogenous zones with hands and mouth, providing you with the most mind-blowing orgasms. Besides, such pace tires both of you less, so there is a greater possibility to have more rounds than one, and there is nothing more fantastic, especially after long weeks of work, than having you so intimately close to him for longer.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

An integral part of your intimate life. His office is like a second bedroom in the sense of how often you have sex there. You may come just to deliver something to Sigewinne from the city and simply stop by your lover’s office to check up on him, yet still end up on the couch with his face buried between your thighs. With only 5 minutes at your disposal before he has to make the rounds of the Fortress.

Honestly, the melusine nurse (who is obviously aware of what her work guardian and his wife do, she is not dumb) can’t figure out if you two are just this horny, or you have coitus so often pursuing a different goal…

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Admittedly, Wriothesley’s daily routine can get quite boring, so he is always up to something exciting in your relationship. He’ll do his research together with you on the topic that caught either of your attention, might seek advice from his friends if he knows they practice it. All for your safety.

He’ll be open with his opinion once you try something and he’ll heed yours too, of course. Is up to a compromise as well.

Lately, he’s had a talk with Neuvillette, and after some personal discussions, the Iudex admitted that, obviously, the nature of his and his wife’s bedroom activities sometimes is more… primal, given their backgrounds. And while the Duke can’t fully experience it, since he is only human, he can suggest you a roleplay of a kind… The thought hasn’t been leaving his head ever since.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Wriothesley is sturdy and can last quite awhile, so in case of durability he relies on how long you can endure. Doesn’t mind exploiting his hand to finish once you are too spent to go any longer, or, if you don’t mind, using his strong arms to push your thighs or breasts together, trapping his dick for friction.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

A fan of restrictions on himself. Entrusting you the power over his body is exciting, and he is always eager to know how you’ll handle him this time. Besides, it’s giving him an opportunity to relax, so he doesn’t complain one bit when you demand to be the one taking care of him tonight and not the other way around.

He has a love/hate relationship with your dildos. On one hand he feels jealous when he sees and hears how this silicone length fills you up and gets to be covered in your slick. On another hand however, you look so hot, lifting and dropping down onto it, or attaching it to the wall and moving your hips back and forth, or sucking on it as he pounds into you with his own cock… Yeah, he can’t make up his mind.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing is like a second nature to him. It comes easier with words, but actions make you crave and languish just the same.

“What is it, princess? My mouth is not enough? But you came two times already and I only fucked you with my tongue… Oh, it’s empty inside? You poor thing… Do you want a finger? Sure, you can have one.”

And then take his time adding the second and the third, making himself comfortable in such a position, which gives you a perfect view of his other hand stroking the cock you want so desperately.

Or being a meanie and paying you back for riling him up at work when he couldn’t take a break a week ago by walking around the house completely naked, semi hard and leaning onto the kitchen counter so fucking sexily with a mug of his morning tea, while you are running like crazy around the apartment, trying to get ready for work and not stare at his invitingly appetizing body. You can survive a day with soaked panties, sweety, he had to with his messy briefs after all.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Has the sexiest deep moans, that get even more cunt-wetting if hoarsely released in the morning. Plus, he grunts and pants, doing it right against your ear on purpose, because Wrio knows how tightly you clench when he does so. Occasionally there is a throaty chuckle when something you say or do amuses him.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Puffs of hot air caress your chest, your lover’s forehead is pressed to your collarbones, gray hairs wet and stuck to the skin. Your hands, suddenly weak and heavy, drop limply to the sides of your body, finally leaving the broad back of the man above you. Next to give out are your legs, yet Wriothesley instinctively reaches to hold onto your knees to unwrap you from around his hips and gently lowering two tired limbs onto the mattress.

A minute passes in silence, which is disturbed by your mutual attempts to catch your breath only. Satisfaction tingles in every cell of your being and a pleasant warmth spreads in your chest, right where the heart is, where his face is planted. Your lover grunts a second later, rubbing his nose against the skin of your cleavage and you smile, forcing your head to lift and kissing the top of his head. Suddenly eyes of bluish steel are gazing at you, and you don’t have time to react when his lips capture yours in a tender kiss. However, the way his body moved forward is hard to miss, when his softened, yet still impressive girth drags against your walls.

Your husband is all too happy to swallow that strained moan, sliding his tongue between your parted lips, lapping at your own squirmy muscle. Archons, he makes you melt.

“How is my princess feeling?” His voice’s murmur caresses your ears and touches the strings of your heart. The lovesick look that appears on your face should be an answer enough for him.

“So-so good, baby… I’ve enjoyed every second of it. Have you?”

“Do you really think I can ever say ‘no’ to such a question?” He chuckles softly when you pout, and in this moment you couldn’t be lovelier.

“Meanie,” you stick your tongue at him and Wriothesley chuckles again, straightening up, sitting back on his heels. Fingers flex on your waist, keeping your pelvises connected as he is gazing down at you, thinking over the next step.

“Who, me? Oh, my dear, I haven’t even started being mean…”

Suddenly your body is tugged forward and with a gasp and a soft moan your chest is flush to his, arms instinctively return to wrap around his shoulders and your ass is firmly planted into his wide palms. All of that with his dick still inside you.

“Now, I have,” his smirk is sexy and is enough to distract you from how he maneuvers you off of the bed and plants his feet onto the ground. Only when he takes an experimental step you realize you are fucked (soon literally).

“W-wrio, s-slow down! If you walk like this, we’ll get horny again!”

“Mmm, didn’t know that’s a bad thing,” he takes a couple more across the room and you have to cling to him and force the needy whimper down your throat.

“The s-semen will le- oh! -ak and get all over the floor again!”

“Nuh, I am plugging your pussy up real good. And even if a couple of drops fall, I don’t mind a little mess.”

“You, dirty man-!”

“You married this dirty man,” he nods at the ring wrapped around the ring finger of the hand on his shoulder. “So, sorry, you are stuck with him.”

And as much as you want to hit him in the chest, you have no way to retort. The best thing you could think of and do is shutting him up with a kiss and letting him carry you to the bathroom as quick as possible.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

His dick is not very long, around 6.5 inches, however it’s thick. Hangs heavily just like his sack and has numerous prominent veins running along the entire length.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s HIGH. He is touch starved (and once you started enabling his desire it only got worse), for the huge part of his day - WEEK - he is barricaded underwater in his Fortress, longing for you, yet understanding you have your own job and daily routine. No wonder every encounter you have is full of even the smallest forms of affection and your love-making is filled with passion.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It is not uncommon for him to come back to finishing some of his work. Not to leave you alone, he’ll bring the papers to bed, happily welcoming your arms wrapping around his thigh as you settle close to his sitting figure.

More often, however, he is quite easily convinced to lie down to cuddle and will fall asleep pretty quickly, especially if you run your fingers through his messy gray locks, massaging his scalp and kissing his forehead.

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babywriter · 8 months

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Janine liked to go to school diapered. It turned her on. It also took quite a bit of courage to do so as she was terrified anybody would find out her little secret. There had been a few close calls, but by now Janine had grown comfortable with her choice of underwear. She had also grown complacent and less worried about hiding it. So what if someone she didn’t know would see the waistband of a medical diaper? This was college and she was free. It did become more problematic when someone she did know ended up seeing it.

While Janine was picking her books up, she carelessly showed the tip of her padded underwear to Brenda. Brenda was not a friend. In High School, she had been a mean girl who had gleefully spread rumors about Janine. Of course, Brenda bursted out laughing when she saw the diaper.

“Oh my god. This is-WOW. You are such a baby, Janine.” A little too loud perhaps as people wondered what was going on. Janine looked troubled when she stood up.

“What?” she asked.

“Oh I think we need to talk.” said Brenda. She grabbed Janine’s hand and led her out of the class.

“What are you doing? Let me go.” Janine remained steadfastly calm as she didn’t want to provoke the other girl.

“I know what I saw.” said Brenda. “You didn’t need diapers before.”

“So what if I didn’t?”

“I’m just saying. It would be a shame if others found out…”

“Please don’t.” asked Janine. In hindsight, this was a terrible reaction as Brenda now held all the cards.

“Oh I shouldn’t, should I? Why not, huh? There’s nothing to be ashamed of by being a little miss pottypants. You know, what I’d love to do? Change your little diaper butt!”

“You won’t.”

“Yes, I will. I should probably check if you’re dry right now…”

“No, stop! Get away from me!”

“My, my. Baby has wet herself. We are definitely going to your place.”

Obviously, this wasn’t really optional, and Janine only begrudginly accepted so that Brenda would go away afterwards. Janine had an apartment to herself, which meant that she could openly indulge. A baby bottle in the kitchen, a few toys scattered here and there, a ridiculous amount of stuffies. Subtle signs that gave it away. Brenda looked at her victim with glee.

“Oh this is much better than my dorm. You must love it here. No mommy to tell you to clean up after yourself.”

The worst part was when Brenda went through Janine’s closet. Onesies, footie pyjamas, loads of diaper packs with adorable prints, little dresses and skirts.

“This is all so cute! I didn’t know you were such a cute little baby! We should tell everyone, don’t you think?”

“Brenda, please. You’ve done enough. Can’t you act like an adult and start minding your own business?”

“I need to start acting like an adult? I’m not the one pissing myself, baby. In fact, I think I should inform everyone.”

“NO!” Janine stomped her foot and laid down the law. This was not going to happen.

“No? YOU don’t get to say no, baby girl.” Brenda wrestled Janine’s pants away from her and put the girl on her lap, spanking her well-padded bottom until she started to cry. Pain was only a small part, there was also the humiliation and a surprising amount of excitement. This strange and contradictory mixture of emotions is what made her cry.

“If you act like a good little girl.” said Brenda. “You will be a very happy baby, but if you make mommy mad, you will NEVER live it down. Is that understood?”

Janine nodded while sobbing.

Brenda immediately moved in to become Janine’s around-the-clock caregiver. And just as quickly, Janine was forced into the 24/7 lifestyle she had fantasized about. Everything was done for her and an extreme set of rules was also put in place. Like wearing diapers and baby clothes at all times or only being able to “make cummies” if mommy deemed her diaper sufficiently dirty. And she had to beg for them while showing off how used her diaper was. The cummies were mommy’s business too. Only mommy could use the vibrator on Janine’s diaper. While Janine was forced into this lifestyle, she still went about her daily activities. Brenda had wanted them to go on. Thus, Janine went to school diapered and wearing a short girlish dress that barely covered the padding. In the front and in the back, there was a noticeable bulge, revealing that Janine perhaps wasn’t wearing normal underwear.

In the hallways, Janine was forced to hold Brenda’s hand. Not only that, she was constantly flushed from the looks she was getting. She did not relax until she was seated in the massive auditorium, where she could have some privacy by sitting in the back. Yet, when she felt she needed to go, she did not hesitate for one second as Mommy had trained her well. It is unfortunate that after the class, a friend of Janine came to see her. The diaper, well-used, now sagged just under the dress.

“Hi! How...are you?” said the friend.

“I-” Janine began.

“Baby, put your thumb in your mouth. She’s doing super well!” answered Brenda in her place.

The friend nodded and went away immediately after. Whatever this was, she wanted no part of it.

Naturally, Janine began to cry, thumb in her mouth.

“Do you need your diaper changed?” asked Brenda, loud enough for any passerby to hear. The woman put her hand on Janine’s butt and squished it. “Yes, you do!”

Whispers of “what’s wrong with her” could be heard. For some reason, this broke Janine. It was all in the open so why resist?

“Mommy, I wanna go home.” she said. Teary, her whole thumb in her mouth, raising her dress with the other hand so everyone could see her diaper.

Janine’s reaction was marvelous as far as Brenda was concerned. Now, the girl was all hers.

“We can’t leave yet, baby. You haven’t done your cummies.”

“Please mommy, no…” Janine was absolutely desperate to avoid at least that.

“No, perhaps it’d be better in front of your parents…”

Under this thinly veiled threat, Janine began to rub the front of her diaper with great vigor. The first and only time she had been allowed to touch herself, even if through her underwear. The thick padding made it especially challenging. So did the crowd of onlookers. Perverts in their own rights for watching, and filming, Janine. Finally, she moaned loudly.

“I made cummies mommy!” she nearly screamed in a high pitch lisp.

“Good job, baby! I won’t bring you here again, I promise” Brenda said with a grin.

Indeed, Janine never went to college again. Instead, she was kept at home. Forced to use her diapers, she grew dependent on them. Forced to ask permission to make cummies, always while wearing a used diaper and often in public. Truly, a baby that was shown off at every opportunity. And all that humiliation just kept making Janine hornier.

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prettyboyeddiemunson · 2 years

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when i think about you, i touch myself

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: you & eddie have been friends forever. when he arrives early to your house one day to hang out, he encounters something unexpected. part 1 of 2.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: smut, obviously. basically reader touches herself and eddie watches, unbeknownst to her.

a/n: i don’t know if anything like this has been done yet, so i’m sorry if it has! i have no time to read or see every single fic out there. if you want added to the taglist, let me know! also, this should go without saying, but minors DNI.

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Hanging out with y/n had always been a major highlight for Eddie. The two had been friends since her arrival in Hawkins during Eddie’s second senior year, when she herself had entered her first & only senior cycle. She chose to remain in Hawkins after she graduated, a fact that left Eddie completely baffled. She was smart, she was driven, she could grab the world by the ass if she wanted, so why stay in a shitty town like Hawkins? In any case, though, Eddie was glad that she was still there; it gave him something to look forward to, aside from Hellfire Club and shows with his band.

Weekends belonged mostly to them, unless they had other obligations. She also never missed one of his Tuesday shows, and they always hung out together afterward. They would go to one of their homes–usually hers–where they listened to music, smoked weed, drank beer, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Not only did they have fun every time they were together, but they were each other’s rock. Eddie didn’t have a best friend–hell, he barely had a handful of real friends–but y/n was as close as it got for him. When something good happened, she was the first he went to so they could celebrate together. When he needed to vent, or was angry, or frustrated, she was the first he came to so that she could calm him down; it was something she was damn good at doing. They knew everything about each other–or at least, almost everything. Eddie had a secret, one that he would never dare speak aloud.

He was in love with her.

He could even pinpoint the exact moment it happened. It was close to the end of the 1984-85 school year, and that particular day had been terribly rainy. Neither of them had an umbrella or raincoat, and by the time Eddie had driven them to her place, it was coming down like a damn waterfall. Both had become soaked in the short distance from Eddie’s van to her front door, and they had to change into drier clothes right away. She’d put on a long shirt with shorts beneath, and she gave him some oversized clothes that she believed would fit until his own were dry. Once they were toweled off and changed, they sat on the couch to watch a movie before her parents got home. Eddie didn’t even know what the film was, nor could he tell anyone if he tried to remember. y/n had taken to lying against him, cuddling close as he held her in turn. The warmth of her body, the sound of her laughter at the film, feeling her just existing against him as her focus remained on the television…it had been the most beautifully simple thing in the world. It had opened an absolute Pandora’s box of emotions for him, and he fell fucking hard for her.

He could never tell her, though. He knew that someone as beautiful as y/n would never love him in return, nor would she ever want to. How could she, when she was a goddess and he was Eddie Munson? He was a freak, an outcast who drank too much, did too many drugs and dealt even more, was a high school senior at the age of twenty, and played D&D with a group of teenagers. Not only that, but she was always dating someone–in school and out–or gushed over this person or that person, so the feelings were likely unreciprocated. Eddie felt as if he deserved an award for not losing his shit and revealing his true feelings in the process, every damn time someone new entered her picture.

But, little did he know, things would soon change with the most unexpected turn of events.

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One day, when Eddie and y/n were set to hang out, Eddie was supposed to practice with his band first. To his equal delight and dismay, however, the session was moved to the following day, due to another obligation of a bandmate. So, instead of waiting several hours to go see y/n, he decided to go over a little early and surprise her. He had a pack of beer and a bag of weed with their names written all over it, and was ready to unwind with her. Metallica blasted from the van’s speakers, jazzing him up as he drummed on the steering wheel and sang along. He was having a blast, and by the time he reached y/n’s, he was bursting at the seams with excitement. He wanted to get stoned off his ass, kick his feet up with a beer, and find ways to make her laugh. To him, her laughter was the best music, and he was so happy that he could bring it out of her the way he did.

Eddie pulled in behind her vehicle, killing the engine and getting out with his goods. He discovered that the front door was locked, and found the key in the hiding spot she’d once shown him. He let himself in, looking around at the empty place upon entering. It was eerily quiet, which was confusing to him. She had to be home; her vehicle was parked outside, but it appeared as if no one were there. Worry soon stole over him, and he hastily placed the beer & weed on the nearest surface before frantically searching for her. He was paranoid that something could be terribly wrong, and he knew that he would never relax until he was certain that she was alright.

He found out where she was soon enough. As he was turning a corner to walk into another room, he heard moaning coming from upstairs. It wasn’t a painful, distressed sound; it was pleasurable, and loud enough that he heard it downstairs. Eddie stopped in his tracks, listening closely to see if he’d been correct. It was silent for what seemed like forever, and Eddie began to doubt what he heard. But then it came again, a little louder than before, and he knew that he was right in the first place. He assumed that the sound was coming from her bedroom, and Eddie couldn’t help but feel jealous at the thought of her with someone else. She wasn’t even his girlfriend, but goddammit, he was desperately in love with the girl. How much longer could he endure seeing her with other people, before it finally broke him or drove him to confess his feelings? The universe was always playing some kind of sick joke on him, but dangling y/n in front of him & then yanking her away had to be the cruelest, by far.

Eddie listened again, inching up the stairs to get closer to her room. He heard no other voices, and no sounds that indicated she was having sex with someone. He was perplexed, but kept moving, being careful not to make any noise that would alert her. He wanted to see what was going on, and whether she was with someone else or not; he wouldn’t be able to let it go until he knew. He was aware that, while his curiosity would eat him alive if he didn’t investigate, he may not like the answer that he received. He needed it, anyway, and mentally prepared himself for what he could potentially find.

Eddie followed the sounds of her moans to her bedroom door, already feeling like a creep. Her door was open a sizable crack, and he could see through it well enough without having to open it any further and possibly giving himself away. He was relieved to see no one else in the room with her, but y/n was still moaning as she lay upon her bed. A thin blanket covered her lower half, one arm thrown above her head as the other was hidden by the covering. It clicked for Eddie what was going on, and he swallowed thickly as he watched her hand moving under the blanket. She had a shirt on, but no bra, because he could see her nipples clearly poking through the fabric as they hardened.

While Eddie was completely stunned by the sight, he knew that it was wrong to stay. To do so would not only be such a perverted move, but it would be a complete invasion of her privacy. He reluctantly forced himself to look away, feeling flustered as he turned to leave. He would just have to come back later, at the original time he was supposed to; a few hours wasn’t too bad to wait. But damn, did he really want to stay and watch her, no matter where the hands on his morality compass sat. He had an obligation as a good friend and a decent human being to leave her to her own devices, but seeing her like that? The very girl that he’d thought about in the same way, many times, was touching herself right in front of him; to say that he was torn was a serious understatement.

Eddie cursed under his breath, and took two steps toward the stairs. That was as far as he got, because he’d frozen dead in his tracks by what he heard next. His big brown eyes only widened, and if he’d still had hold of the stuff he brought with him, it would have dropped to the floor. The same sound came again, and Eddie swivelled on the spot to assure that it wasn’t wishful thinking. But no; it had been clear as day that second time, and then it came a third.

“Eddie!”

His name, coming in the form of a hot moan from inside of her bedroom. The first time, he’d wondered if she had seen him before he had walked away and was simply calling for him. He was in utter disbelief that she would be fantasizing over him to begin with, because why on Earth would she? Eddie did ponder the notion that it could be another Eddie, but did she even know anyone else with that name? His mind turned over every conceivable reason, but y/n did not stop saying the name. Eddie forced himself to walk back to her door, peeking in to see what she was doing. What he saw caused his breath to catch in his throat, and his gaze was immediately glued only to her.

The blanket was down a little further, barely covering y/n’s lower half. Her fingers were working faster, and Eddie could tell from the placement of her hand that she was most likely rubbing her clit with her middle finger. The arm that was previously above her head was now grabbing at her throat, rubbing her neck before dipping inside of her shirt to grab her breast. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, and she cried out as she began pulling on her nipple. The hand below the blanket slid down further as she toyed with her breast, and she gasped loudly at the sensation. A filthy string of moans escaped her, and Eddie could only assume that she was fingering herself at this point due to her new hand placement.

Eddie could feel blood rushing to his cock, and he stood rooted in place as he continued to watch. He felt like some sort of disgusting creep, and he didn’t know how he could look her in the eye ever again. At the moment, however, the most rational part of his brain had gone out the window. His jeans were growing tighter by the second due to everything she was doing to herself in there, and his mind was now clouded with lustful judgment. Every stroke of her fingers, every pinch of her nipple, every sound she made, it was driving him absolutely wild. He didn’t think he could ever be more attracted to her, but this whole situation was proving him completely wrong.

“Eddie,” she breathed, her eyes still closed as she massaged her breast. Eddie could see her rolling the hardened bud of her nipple between her fingers, and her head snapped back as she fucked herself even deeper and more rapidly. Her breath quickened, and a lazy smile formed on her lips as she mewled. “Eddie, fuck…”

y/n’s hand shifted to the opposite breast, and he noticed the hitch of her breath when she made contact. Her legs were shaking under the blanket, and her back lifted slightly from the mattress once more. Her hand moved upward after a few minutes, rubbing quick circles on her clit as she began to grow louder & more desperate in volume. It was the hottest fucking thing that Eddie had ever seen, and he felt so dirty for even thinking it. He wasn’t even supposed to be here, and yet there he stood, spying on his best friend while she had a personal moment. It felt like such a violation, but his goddamn never-ending curiosity had forced him to remain there. Not only did he want to watch her masturbate to him, but he had a nagging desire to know what she was thinking. What had gotten her so worked up in the first place? What was she fantasizing about at the moment that had turned her on so much, that she had to get herself off to it? The line he was walking with the whole circumstances was a fine, risky one, but the painful erection he had was demanding he stay until she finished. After that, maybe he could–

No. No, he couldn’t do that. He couldn’t make himself known and tell her that he’d heard everything. Jesus jumping Christ, what was wrong with him? If he wanted to potentially damage the friendship beyond repair, then of course he could go in there and reveal what he’d done. While the only remaining shred of sense he had was telling him that it was a stupid idea, the horny part of him needed it to happen the other way. Fuck, he wanted her so badly that he ached, and if she rejected him or never spoke to him again, then he would absolutely deserve it. But she was moaning his name; something told him that, while she may be surprised, she would most likely welcome him. Either way, he was prepared, and with a shaky sigh, he turned his full attention back to her.

“Mmm,” she hummed, her mewls turning more heated as her breathing grew heavier. Her hands worked fast, the quickest that Eddie had seen them so far. “Shit, you feel so fucking good.”

Eddie was unable to stop the grin that formed on his face. He could tell that she was close, and sure enough, it didn’t take her long to cum. The sounds she made as she reached her orgasm were like music to Eddie’s ears, and his cock throbbed in his pants because of it. His name fell repeatedly from her lips, her face twisted in ecstasy as she arched her back, her legs pushing the thin covering further down to expose her mound. Eddie bit the corner of his lip, unzipping his fly to alleviate some of the pressure on his erection. He watched as she came down from her high, blissed out with sweat shining on her skin, her nipples still erect beneath her shirt. Her hands came into view from where they’d been, and Eddie could see the fingers that she’d used on her pussy were glistening. Eddie knew, right then and there, that he was beyond fucked. How could he not go in there, after seeing that? He was ready for anything–rejection, acceptance, anger, surprise, whatever may come. If he didn’t work up the nerve now, after everything that he’d just seen, then he never would. He knew himself well enough to know that much.

Taking a deep breath and shelving his nerves, Eddie gave y/n a few minutes to regain herself, and then stepped inside of her room.

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moonit3 · 1 month

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How about a Yandere! Monster Mimic, where falling in love with a human reader...

(The mimic is a shapeshifting monster that can transform into an object or anyone it has seen, of course it can revert to its true amorphous form if it wants to.)

another non-human of for my blog? yes, please.

MY NON-HUMAN HUSBAND IS PERFECT!

➽ context warnings: male! yandere but he can shapeshift, fluffy content, gn! reader, mentioned cheating but nothing happening, also there isn’t much warning in this one.

➽ word count: 1.8k

➽ synopsis: your monster husband is the best thing to ever happen to you and there is no way you could forget him for that.

➽ yandere! mimic monster x gn! reader

➽ a/n: so you know when shows/anime have small segments inside the same episode (like saiki kusuo and the way of a househusband)? if the answer is yes, then i can tell you that i have write this since i watch them recently and got in the mood for something different compared to my past works. also, shot out to me if there is any mistaken down here!

tv show!

a soup opera is at the tv and smash can’t take his eyes off the screen, not even hearing you calling him to eat. instead, he just keep changing his appearance every time a new actor show up at the scene.

“nash!” you called him, but falling to gain his attention when he doesn’t even bet an eye at you. “it’s time for dinner, remember?”

no answer, he keep watching the tv on his own as the show continues to show the leads going to a wedding between another characters. the humanoid creature returned to his original form when seeing the groom and the bride kissing each other at the altar, afterwards he turn to see you and it was easy to understand what he wants to learn about the scene.

“to make the marriage officially end, the groom and the bride have to kiss each other after promising to spend their lifes together.” you replied. “but something they don’t work together and split up after. it’s common to happen, just like it happened to my uncle and aunt.”

he nodded, taking your words to consideration before going back to watch the soup opera, but this time with a bowl of rice that he began devouring without hesitation. nash always acts like he hasn’t eaten in days, when in fact, he had breakfast and lunch not long ago.

decided that you won’t dry the dishes for now, you took a place next to nash on the couch, watching the tv with him in silence. without taking his many pairs of eyes of the screen, he pulls you closer by his crawl, making you rest your head at his arm.

a smile grown on your lips when he does that, not only that makes you feel safer, but also relaxes your mind. it’s a sweet reminder that nash cares about you, even though he never spoken a word to you and the fact of him being whatever he is doesn’t change how much you care about him.

the cat

it already the third time that nash ended with his face full of cuts and bruises after another failed attempt of petting the stray cat that comes around home. you would be laughing if the whole event wasn’t sad, well at least, to his eyes.

“don’t cry, baby.” the sniff coming from the creature has become a common scene since the first time the stray cat has visited you and the cat always left after making nash’s face their newest canvas. “i’m sure that one day, the stray will become more docile and let you pet their fur. maybe even entering our house to sleep with us.”

he continues to sob regardless of yours words, but he remains still under your care when applying another band aid to his face. it’s a unique scene to have a two meter creature full of colorful band aids on his face, like he has been a victim of children’s drawing.

after you finished taking care of him, nash move away from your touch and made his way out towards outside the cabin, where he began sunbathing and stare out into the sky. to make sure he won’t get in trouble, you took a seat at the couch from the front porch, watching nash resting the sun and not giving much thought to the the wild animals that live around the cabin.

the breeze hitting your body makes you drowsy and your eyes can’t hold much longer, not after working hours and hours to fix the roof before the winter comes around. a yawn escapes your lips before you start feeling tired and your mind begging you to fall asleep after working long hours, but another side of you is forcing your mind to stay awake to spend more time with nash. and speaking of him, the monster approaches you with something in his arms.

“what it is, nash? another worm or grasshopper?” you asked, but seeing his smile reaching both of his ears confirms that it’s something even better. “show me.”

and he does. in his arms rests the stray cat that has been visiting the cabin for the past few weeks, but today it seems friendly, showing no signs of aggression towards nash as it usually does. because of that, he looks happier with the cat peacefully sleeping in his arms like a baby.

the scene itself is an adorable one, something that could easily come out from a kids’ shows and you could smile at nash for finally befriending the cat. your husband look so happy when snuggling the small animal, almost like he wasn’t crying just moments ago from being rejected from said animal.

the smile on your face grown more on your lips when you patted the stray cat, seeing the tiny animal enjoying being on nash’s laps only made you relaxed more, specially when he sat next to you to let you pat the cat even more.

“do you want to keep it?” he nodded, enthusiastic about the idea. “then, we should get a few things for the little one tomorrow when going to the town. got it?” he nodded again.

another yawn came out of your lips, making nash ware of your tiredness and he adjusted your head to be the one laying on his shoulder. even with your eyes closing, you can feel his form shape into a soft fur that makes you wonder if he knows that you love when he does that.

“im going to take a nap, wake me up in a hour or so…” and with that, you began dreaming on nash’s shoulder and he couldn’t be happier to have you by one side and the cat in the other side of his arm. the two most important things to him in the same place.

the old lady and the store

“i know your secret, young blood.”

your eyes widen open when the old lady’s words reached your ears, it’s only seven in the morning and there is already a problem that you need to solve...did nash got in another trouble with the town people? you hope not.

“my secret?” you played like you didn’t know what she is talking about, pretending to be a fool is an easy job for you. “i think you are mistaken, lady. i am nothing, but a mere normal hunter that lives in the woods.”

she didn’t buy your words, not when a grin suddenly emerged at her thin lips, you could already guess the many words that she would say about nash and you can imagine how the townspeople will hunt down nash. however, you stood quiet in front of the balcony, pretending to be a normal hunter while the old lady just stared at you.

“don’t play the idiot, kid.” she got up from her seat, even being shorter than you, the lady knows how to make her presence known and scary. “i know that young hunters like you always have your dirty secrets inside those wooden cabin.”

you only stared at her, not saying any words as she walked closer to you to take a better look at how shaken you have gotten with her intimidation. it’s hilarious that a hunter would be a the mercy of an old widow lady like her, one that barely hits your shoulder, the others would laugh at this scene.

“tell me, young blood.” her voice is now like a thunder stomping inside your head. there is no other clients at the store, so she didn’t need to low her voice at you. “how many people are you sleeping with?”

…

….

“excuse me? i-i am not sleeping around!”

the old lady laughed at your reaction, not caring if her loudness would reach outside the market, everyone of the town knows better than spying at her. it’s clear to those who could hear outside that you have become her newest victim to her attention and curiosity.

“please, kid.” she patted your shoulder when returning to her seat behind the balcony, this time with the biggest smile you ever saw at her lips. “i know everything about everyone at this small place and i know that you have been *hanging out* around with different people by every week that you comes to the town to sell your goods.”

“you are mistaken, lady!” you tried to make her rethink about the subject, but you quickly realized that she won’t hear you, not when she already looks absolutely certain about your ‘affairs’.

“don’t worry, kid. i won’t tell your husband about it.” she winked, giving you an even big smile when referring about your so called ‘partner’. “after all, i was just like you during my young days. full of beauty and grace, ready to make anyone fall to my feet and trust me, i was good at it~”

her rambling gains an extra awkwardness when you remember that nash did took many humans forms when coming to the town for the past months with you. he would often take different appearances when accompanying you, sometimes he would resemble a bombshell girl from those old magazines or maybe a good looking man from those old spies movies that you often caught him watching instead of sleeping.

well, at the bright side of this situation. the old lady believes you are sleeping around, not that you share the house with someone not human…so things are going good for you, right?

“that’s nice to hear, lady.” your lips curves into an nervous smile when she hands the products and that you quickly put inside your bag, wanting to leave fast as possible. “but i got to go, you know, to meet one of my ‘contacts’.”

she stares at you, again with her classic smile that reaches both of her eyes, “don’t forget to tell me about it when you come back to shop!” and with that, you finally leave the market with your bag full of stuff for the incoming winter.

the path back home was a peaceful one, no wild animals has tried to approach you and the rain didn’t start yet, so nothing has happened during your walk. once you have arrived at the cabin, nash welcomed you with open arms and brought you to a hug and began acting so happy, like you haven’t seen him in years.

nash brings you inside the cabin to show that he didn’t mess with anything during your absence nor has the cat destroyed the interior like you would expected, the small feline is still asleep in the same place you saw before going to the town. showing that he did succeed with his goals, nash helped you organize the things you’ve brought around the house.

it’s always a nice view seeing him becoming taller than you to organize the higher shelves of the kitchen and the storage room. thanks to him, you don’t need to bring the ladder from the basement. and with his assistance, the two of you arranged the foods rapidly and efficiently, leaving time to the two of you relax for the rest of the day.

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mj-iza-writer · 3 months

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Caretaker stood on the porch, amused and curious as to what Whumpee was doing.

Whumpee was out laying in the grass, getting drenched by the rain. A giant smile on their face.

"Are you enjoying yourself?", Caretaker called from the porch where they remained nice and dry.

Whumpee looked up at Caretaker and happily nodded.

"Do you want me to stop sir?", Whumpee suddenly frowned and sat up, not knowing if this was allowed.

"No, no, you enjoy yourself. We can dry you off later", Caretaker sat on the porch chair, "I hope you don't mind. I am staying up here though."

Whumpee nodded and lay back down in the grass, the smile returning to their face.

"If there is any lightning and thunder, you will need to come up here for your own safety though, okay", Caretaker smiled.

"Yes Caretaker", Whumpee glanced up at the porch.

Sure enough, a lightning bolt danced across the sky, followed by thunder.

Whumpee got up and hurried to the porch, as Caretaker had asked.

"Wow you are soaked", Caretaker smiled.

"I-I'm sorry", Whumpee looked down.

Caretaker stood up, "not a problem at all, no need to apologize. We need to get you dried off though, after that, we can have some hot chocolate."

Caretaker followed Whumpee into the house. They sloshed all the way to the bathroom.

"You go in there and start getting dried, I'll get you some dry pajamas", Caretaker opened the door, "the towels are in the cabinet.

Whumpee peaked out of the bathroom after they were changed. They frowned when they saw their water trail.

"Oh no, I shouldn't have done this", they worried, "Caretaker has done so much for me, and in return I made a mess of their home "

They rushed to try to find something to clean up the water, finally they found paper towel.

They started trying to dry up the water, it wasn't working as well as they would have liked.

Whumpee started to panic, their body shook as they began to cry.

Caretaker rounded the corner carrying a mop and bucket.

They saw the shaking Whumpee, "Whumpee what happened?", they dropped the mop and bucket and rushed to them.

"I trie-tried to clean it up, I'm-m so sorry f-for this mess. I-I'll clean it up", Whumpee blubbered, "please forgive me", they started to gasp.

Caretaker fell to the floor and scooped Whumpee into a hug.

"Okay Whumpee can you hear me?", Caretaker whispered.

"Yes sir", Whumpee whispered through the sobs.

"You may be having a panic attack right now okay. We are going to ride this out together, I am right here with you", Caretaker whispered. "You are safe. You live here with me, and you are safe here. Whumper is no longer going to hurt you, you are safe from them", Caretaker continued, "no one is mad at you, you are allowed to make messes, you are allowed to do things that make you happy."

Whumpee whimpered, "I am?"

"Yes", Caretaker gave a small laugh, "this water is nothing, an easy clean up. I'm happy you were able to have fun out in the rain."

Whumpee quietly listened, their breathing had calmed some.

Caretaker looked down and smiled, "are you doing alright?"

"Y-yes sir", Whumpee answered still shaking a little, "do you mean it, you're not mad?"

"No, not at all, Whumpee. If you getting soaked by rain helps you and your recovery then that's what needs to happen", Caretaker frowned, "were you not allowed to play in the rain with Whumper?"

"No sir, they didn't allow me to go outside often", Whumpee leaned into Caretaker's hug, "they also didn't give hugs."

"You can have a hug anytime you want, all you have to do is ask", Caretaker gave a gentle squeeze, "are you okay to get up, I'll get this water cleaned up, and then some hot chocolate."

They both stood up, Whumpee frowned.

"Caretaker you got wet, I'm sorry."

Caretaker looked down, "it's okay, a little water never hurts, I'm afraid you got wet again as well", Caretaker grinned.

"May I help you clean this up", Whumpee eyed the mop, "I would be happy to help."

"Yes that's fine, afterwards we can get some dry clothes on, and make the hot chocolate", Caretaker walked towards the mop and bucket, "how does a movie sound?"

"Really we can watch a movie?", Whumpee looked at him excitedly.

"Yes we can, you can choose even", Caretaker started to mop.

Whumpee hurried to help. That hot chocolate sounded great to them, and the movie that they were allowed to choose.

Taglist: as always please let me know if you want to be added or taken off of the list. It's not a problem at all. @villainsandheroes @the-beasts-have-arrived @sacredwrath @porschethemermaid @monarchthefirst @generic-whumperz @bloodyandfrightened @freefallingup13 @notpeppermint @cyborg0109 @idontreallyexistyet @thebejeweledwatercat @painfulplots @whumpbump @everythingsscary @skittles-the-whumpee

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the-owl-tree · 5 months

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Poolverse!Protagonists: Sunflare, Poolmask, and Ryeseed!

For those who haven't been following me since I (tried) to get this kicking, Poolverse (formerly known as a new generation/actual name pending) is a nextgen AU revolving around an alternate AVOS cast. It's set in the aftermath of a very different OotS where the Clans decide to abolish the borders and attempt to live peacefully...to mixed results. This is a soft reboot of it!

(major changes + character bios under the cut)

Major Changes

Obviously, aforementioned abolishing of the borders, but also getting rid of certain parts of the code. Cross-clan relationships are now allowed as well as medic relations, though they still face stigma from other cats.

OotS is very different, with the Dark Forest successfully capturing ThunderClan and WindClan territory. The remaining Clan members banded together in ShadowClan and RiverClan territory and fought back, succeeding in defeating the Dark Forest but losing many lives in the process.

Brambleclaw fled the Clans after the battle, opting to live as a housecat instead. Squirrelflight left shortly after, having bonded with a familiar loner and opting to live outside the borders with him. She occasionally visits ThunderClan and meets with Leafpool often.

Hollyleaf, surviving her wounds, takes the mantle of leadership at Brambleclaw's request- much to some of the members of ThunderClan's dismay. Brightheart acts as her deputy but intends to retire once ThunderClan is more stable.

A new rank has been added: courier! These cats are responsible for delivering messages that need to be sent before the next gathering. Thought of by Heathertail when WindClan cats were ordered to deliver messages between bases during the Great Battle. The role has persisted on afterwards.

Sunflare (She/Her)

Clan: ThunderClan Rank: Warrior Brief Description: The product of a brief and tumultuous affair between Heathertail and Lionblaze during the Great Battle, Sunflare is a cool, calm and collected Warrior...for the most part. Sunflare takes quiet pride in her lineage, having been nursed with stories of prophecies and grand battles, she's well aware of her father's past reputation as an unstoppable Warrior who could take on countless warriors...and secretly wonders how she can get that power for herself.

Poolmask (He/They)

Clan: ThunderClan Rank: Medic-in-Training Brief Description: A serious no-nonsense Tom who often prefers to keep silent than speak. Poolmask has a strong sense of routine and order, liking things to be just as he would leave them. While formally admiring and respecting his mothers, he finds himself grappling with a strained relationship as he grows older and begins to learn that Hollystar has been hiding secrets from him.

Ryeseed (She/He/They)

Clan: ThunderClan Rank: Courier Brief Description: A playful, mischievous, and occasionally destructive cat. Ryeseed takes her father's dry humor and her mother's boisterous spirit in stride and can often be found playing pranks on other ThunderClan cats. One of the first of a new rank, courier, Ryeseed can often be seen bounding across the lake territories, and it is how she stumbles across a sign from StarClan warning her of what's to come.

#warrior cats #poolverse #hypokits #wc nextgen #warriors original character #wc ocs #warriors ocs #deer scribbles #using the poolverse title to begin moving away from the hypokits link #just so the old versions dont get mixed up!#we will see if i stick with it. i am admittedly stealing from yuridovewing with the placeholder name #i'll keep the old stuff tagged with the og tag #but if i keep these up. i'll be using the new tag

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throneofspicybooks · 5 months

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✨Azriel x Reader NSFW Alphabet ✨

SMUT - MINORS DNI

A/N This is my first time writing anything like this so please let me know your thoughts 🙏🙏

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay we alllll know Azriel would be the most attentive male afterwards. He’s holding you so close immediately afterwards, your softly panting breaths mixing as he praises you gently. “You did so good for me, Princess. I’m so proud of you.” Soft kisses along your skin as he untangled your limbs so he can get a wash cloth to clean you up. He’d run you a bath, filling it with all your favourite scents. Afterwards he’d dry you and moisturise you so your skin can remain nice and soft. He’d be careful of any bruises or marks he might have left on you, depending on how rough the two of you got, bending down to kiss them lovingly. When he was done, he’d let you wear one of his shirts, the length too long as it dangles down to your mid-thigh. You look so cute dressed in his clothes, Azriel has to fight the instinct to pound you into the mattress once more. But he wraps his wings around you, so it’s just a cocoon of the both of you, the love between you feeling so warm, so peaceful. He lays you down in the bed, his steady heartbeat sending you into a deep sleep.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Obviously, Azriel loves every part of you. BUT he especially loves your boobs. If you’re wearing something low cut, his eyes are glued to your chest. Not in a creepy way, in a “I love this woman so much holy shit she has great boobs” way. You’ll stare at him as he stares at your chest, his eyes nearly comical as he shifts between your eyes and your boobs. Ya know how you hold your boob randomly for comfort? Yeah Azriel does that too. You’ll be laying together in bed or on the lounge and he’ll just rest his hand on one of them as you read to him. When you have sex, sucking on them is one of his favourite things to do. He’ll get distracted on the way from your pussy to your mouth, your nipple being tugged into his mouth and his tongue flicking it relentlessly while his fingers play with the others. He LOVES to cum on them. You just look so pretty covered in his seed. And he can’t help himself when he writes his name across your chest in the white liquid.

I’m going to be so cliche and say that you love his hands. The swirls on his hands are just so beautiful. They make him him, which is why you love them so much. They’re always so gentle with you, so soft. Plus, he knows how to use them in expert ways that make you see stars. His abs tho?? Girllll they are rippling. And when he makes you ride them? You turn into a babbling, drooling mess

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Like I said before, Azriel loves to cum on your chest and write his name. You are HIS and there is absolutely no denying it. But he also loves to cum in you. You just squeeze him so tight, he can’t help but cum streams and streams, so much that it drips out of you and he has to push it back in with his fingers. “You can’t waste it, Baby Doll. It needs to stay where it belongs, in your pretty little cunt.”

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He NEEDS to eat your cunt at least once a day. If he doesn’t, he turns into the most angsty, emo male. Just so grouchy at everyone but you. He prefers to do it in the morning, but you have to be careful. Azriel doesn’t relent. What starts as a morning session can quickly turn into a whole day of you two fooling around in bed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

We already know the male is experienced. But you didn’t know HOW much until he made you cum in 30 seconds flat. Azriel knows EXACTLY what he’s doing. He’s proud of it too, a smirk alighting his face as he watches you come down from your high from between your legs.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary is definitely a favourite. Not only does he get to see all his favourite parts, but he also gets to watch your pretty face as you shatter around his cock. He can also fold you in half much more easily like this, your legs thrown over his shoulders as he pounds your tight hole. It also means you can stroke his wings, your finger gently rubbing the membrane has him whimpering into your neck.

BUT he lovessss fucking you in front of a mirror. Kneeling in front of the mirror in your bedroom, Azriel would fuck you from behind, your back pressed against his chest. He makes you watch, the threat of stopping enough to make you watch as you take all of him, your body perfect as you squeeze him tightly. He has access to his favourite parts, fingers coming down to stroke your clit and squeeze his nipples as he whispers filthy praises in your ear.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Most of the time he’s pretty serious. He takes his job (making you cum as many times as possible) very seriously, and he is often going out of his way to set a new record. There was definitely a few times when you were trying new things together. They weren’t quite going right, so the best thing to do was laugh bad move on, the two of you comfortable enough with each other to move past even the most awkward event.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Just a little bit of hair at the base. He keeps it pretty neat for you. It is your preferred seat after all.

He doesn’t care how you like to be. You’re perfect in his eyes so whatever you choose is your choice and he is more than happy with the outcome.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Usually very romantic. If you guys have the time, he’ll make a whole event of it. Wine, rose petals, candles, the works. He’ll whisper praises in your ear. Telling you how good you are for him, how perfect. You’re his good little Bunny, taking his cock so well. Loved to whisper how much he loves as he thrusts into you. He prayed to the Mother everyday for you, and now that he was has you, he’s just so grateful.

But oftentimes you two love to get rough. He’s still romantic, but it’s more subtle. You can feel it in the way he ties the rope around your wrists, how he grips your hips to stop you from squirming, it’s in his grunts as he calls you his dirty little slut. You’re just so pretty with drool dripping from your lips as you suck his dick.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Neither of you masterbate that often, not unless you’re away from each other for a period of time. But you both like to mutually Jack off beside each other. Looking into each other’s eyes and pretending your hand are theirs? Some of the best foreplay.

Az also likes to make you play with yourself while he sits and watches. Just something about it makes him feel like the predator and you’re his prey.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

The main ones are definitely bondage, praise, degradation, and daddy. But he’s definitely into biting and scratching, maybe a bit of voyeurism. And he’s absolutely into breeding. It makes him feral and primal. Also begging. It makes him feel needed, especially when you’re nearly crying for his cock.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

You two of made your bedroom the perfect place to fuck. It has everything you’d ever need in it. Why would you bother doing it anywhere else??

That doesn’t mean you don’t tho 👀 sometimes you’re both so needy for each other you can’t wait. You’ve been known to do it against a wall during a night out a few times, just to ease the itch. And during Starfall, you two did sneak off to do it on one of the balconies in the House of Wind, the stars shooting past making Azriel’s eyes sparkle as he makes love to you. Sometimes he can’t get away from work, glued to his desk as he reads reports. You love to sneak in and surprise him with a quick fuck. And he is more than happy to oblige. Bending you over his desk, Az fucks you with wild abandon, sating the need so he can get back do work and fuck you for hours later. There was a time that you two snuck into Rhy’s office to fuck ok his desk, but the High Lord doesn’t need to know about that one.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You. Literally just everything about you. Not just your body but your mind, your laugh, your smile. Just make eye contact and offer him a little smile and he is putty in your hands.

Also if you gently run your finger along the bottom of the base of his left wing he’s seconds off form cumming in his pants 😳

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

I don’t think he’d be really into wax play. It’s too close to fire and that scares him :(

Also cnc. If you’re not actively saying yes, even if it is just for sexy times) he’s not really down.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s absolutely a giver. Like I said, if you’re not cumming on his tongue at least once a day, it’s a bad day and he’s grumpy. He once made you cum after just 30 seconds, he’s that good. But most of the time he likes to tease you until you’re begging. Circling you clit but never hitting the right spot, so you’ll have to big him for the release you crave. “You gonna beg me Princess? I need to hear that word. Just one little word you can cum. Come on Baby, let me hear you.”

He does like it when you suck his dick tho. He’s very very long. He loves whatever you do, but he especially loves when you try and take his length down your throat, or take as much as you can until you’re spluttering and gagging. It turns him on to see the drool running down your lips as you make it messy.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Most of the time is starts off slow and sensual but you’re both so needy for each other that it turns into fast and rough. You often dig your heals into his back and rub his wings to make him to turn fast and feral. It works every time.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Prefers not to do them. He loves to take his time and often wants to draw at least 5 orgasms from you. Quickies are never enough time for that. But sometimes it’s needed and he will absolutely make the best of it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He loves experimenting. He wants to try everything he can with you. Pegging? Sure. A sex club? He’ll try it. a threesome? He’s so down. Trying new things is always fun with you two.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

The way this male never seems to tire is a phenomenon that needs to be studied. You’ll be fucked out, your chest heaving and arm covering your face as you come down from your high and he’s somehow still hard???

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Toys are his friend, not the enemy. He absolutely uses toys on you. They probably don’t have vibrators in Prythian but I’d they do he definitely ties you to a chair with a vibrator on your clit while he sits at his desk and does his work. If he’s feeling extra frisky he gets you to wear a vibrator to dinner with the IC. He loves to turn it up while you’re having a conversation with Nesta, your legs shaking and chest heaving as it becomes too much.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

The BIGGEST tease. He wants you begging, writhing underneath him, crying for the release. He’ll circle your clit, never hitting the exact spot. Running his fingers up your cunt, playing with your hole but never dipping in. When he finally begins to fuck you he’ll pull away when he starts to feel your cunt squeezing him. Your outraged squeal when you orgasm is denied only makes him harder, the pleading in your eyes making him nearly cum. “Aww my poor little Bunny,” he pouts, “you better start begging me. Beg for Daddy, Bunny. That’s my girl. Let me hear you”

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He used to be really quiet, only really making a few grunts when he’d cum. But then you brought up your fear that he wasn’t enjoying it. When he was quiet, you could never quite know if he was enjoying it. Now, he’s very vocal. Grunting, moaning, whimpering, he does it all. Is also constantly either praising you or degrading you. “That’s my good little slut” “You’re such a dirty whore, mine pretty Bunny”

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

I absolutely LOVE the idea of Daddy Dom Az. He’s definitely a soft dom. When you’re being Brat, he just has to give you a soft look mumbling “please Princess, don’t you want to be good for me?” With a soft pout.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Canonically has the biggest wingspan. He’s super long. You can use two hands and still not reach his tip. He’s thick but not the thickest. When you wrap your hands around it, your fingers don’t quite touch.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very very high 😭 if you ask “want to fuck?” He can go right then and there. If he could be fucking you all the time he would be.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He waits for you to fall asleep first. His heart beat sends you right to sleep, but your steady breathing sends him to sleep too. Whether it’s the post-sex high or having you in his arms, he manages to fall asleep quickly for the first time in his life.

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sserpente · 10 months

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A/N: Request from anon and some of my own ideas that had to be written down because Loki demanded it. This is technically Part II to this Imagine!

Words: 2492 Warnings: implied smut, biting

Your hair was still wet when you got out of the water, your back numb from the gushing waterfall Loki had kept you pressed against while fucking the life out of you and you were sprawled out on the blanket. Loki conjured a soft towel for you both to dry off and afterward, you ended up leaning against his chest as he fed you some of the grapes and read you passages of the book he had brought. It didn’t matter you couldn’t understand Old Norse—his voice was mesmerising either way and certainly the best form of aftercare you’d ever had.

Hours must have gone by. Hours filled with even more sex, passion, and some of the most profound conversations you had had in a while.

But once the sun began to set and the lagoon got darker and darker, Loki stirred and you, much to your dismay, decided to return to the palace through the stables to go unnoticed.

“Thor will decapitate me.”

“As if you care what Thor thinks,” you said, chuckling.

Loki smirked. “I don’t. But I do quite fancy my head, pet.”

Pet. There it was again. Before your mind could swoon over his new nickname for you, you were interrupted by a cute and boyish voice the very moment you entered the stables.

“Prince Loki! Shall I prepare your horse for you?”

The stable boy emerged from behind a wooden wall carrying a pitchfork. He was sweaty from the manual labour and his clothes were filthy from working with the horses. He was cute though. You could tell he had a heart for animals straight away.

“No need, Edri. I’m just passing through. Avoiding attention, you understand.”

“Of c—oh. You brought company. Oh…” He paused, blushing. “You brought beautiful company.”

You smiled at him but not without noticing how Loki tensed up right next to you. His arm came up to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to make a statement. Edri immediately cleared his throat and forcefully ripped his gaze away from you.

“Well then… I haven’t seen either of you, my prince.”

“Thank you.”

“Loki? Can I see your horse?”

“I’ve just fed her. She’s right over there?” Edri offered before he could answer.

Loki gave you a smirk and a defeated sigh. “Very well.”

The experience did not disappoint. After Edri led you into one of the boxes, you were greeted by one of the most beautiful black mares you had ever laid your eyes upon. She seemed friendly—and she immediately let you touch her and even neighed in delight when Edri slid you an apple to feed to her.

“What’s her name?”

“Skelmir—it’s Old Norse for Trickster,” Loki answered.

You chuckled. “So she’s as mischievous as you then?”

“Occasionally.” He winked.

“She likes you. Skelmir is one of the shyer horses around here,” Edri explained. “Animals can tell if one has a good heart.” His gaze was soft and gentle—and it lingered long enough to make Loki seethe, it seemed.

“We should head inside now. Shall we? Edri.” His voice was stern and you chuckled once more, realising with a start that Loki was jealous the stable boy was flirting with you. There was no real danger here, of course—he was cute but it was Loki who had stolen your heart. But you were flattered. The fact that he was jealous meant he cared, right?

You nodded, tearing your mesmerised glance off of Skelmir, and followed Loki back into the palace. Not even a moment later, an aggressive voice echoed through the palace walls.

“Loki!”

Loki sighed. “What?”

You both turned, facing a fuming Thor.

“Where were you two? The entire palace was looking for you!” The God of Thunder spoke your name reproachfully. “You were supposed to remain supervised, Father said—“

“I was supervised,” you offered.

“By Loki! There is a reason we have asked you to stay away from him.”

“Oh, please.” What’s the worst thing I could do? Sleep with him? You grinned at your thought.

“Where did you even go? Why is your hair wet?”

Neither of you answered and Thor sighed. “Well, what’s done is done, I just hope Loki didn’t twist your head with his nonsense too much.” Your grin grew even wider—and Loki joined in. Part of you wanted to tell Thor, just to see his reaction but perhaps for now, it was for the best not to tell him that you had quite literally fucked the God of Mischief.

“We’re having a midsummer celebration in the throne room tonight. Everybody is welcome.”

You turned to Loki. “What’s that gonna be like?”

“Drinking, dancing, eating, and karaoke. Surprisingly, it’s not too different from celebrations on Midgard.”

“Karaoke? On Asgard? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Well, I’d dare assume the songs we sing are nothing like what you are used to from Midgard but essentially, the concept is the same.”

“I won’t miss that then. But only if you get up there and sing too,” you teased, grinning at him. Thor tilted his head in confusion, clearly not used to somebody being all flirty with his adopted brother.

“I’ll have a maid sent to the guest chambers to dress you for the occasion,” Loki said. And with that, and perhaps to not raise even more suspicion in Thor, he walked off with a final wink.

You didn’t realise how hungry you were until the maid came knocking on your door about an hour later, a selection of dresses in her hands—the decision was quickly made to wear the green one she had brought. It took her half an hour to get your still a little damp hair situated before finally, she escorted you to the throne room that had transformed into what could only be described as a food hall.

Your eyes scanned the room and you smiled awkwardly when Volstagg waved at you.

“Looking for someone in particular?” Loki offered, appearing behind you. Your heart skipped a beat and you spun around, joining him at the table he led you to. The other people chatting away and drinking there you did not recognise but that wasn’t important. Not even the fact that Volstagg and the others looked downright shocked upon you choosing to sit with Loki rather than with them mattered.

“You look beautiful, pet. One could mistake you for an Asgardian.”

“Thank you. I’ll blend in then. Is that the stage for the karaoke?” You pointed at an elevated platform next to the throne.

“It is indeed,” Loki said while a maid came by to pour you drinks.

“I don’t see a microphone.”

“You don’t need one. The stage is enhanced with magic. Once you step on it, your voice will be heard across the entire throne room.”

You clinked your glasses and then, the celebrations began.

You got tipsy fast, the Asgardian mead messing with your mind only one drink in. Loki needed a few more to let go. You learned from one of the men sitting at the table with you that Loki used to be the most hedonistic party guest one could possibly invite to a celebration.

You did not doubt it—because after a few more drinks, Loki stumbled on stage and sang an Old Norse song. He even changed to lyrics of the chorus to English so you could sing, clap and dance along and just for once, it seemed, all was well.

No one was judging him for attempting to take over Earth but rather for how much mead he’d already downed. You’d possibly never had this much fun in your life. And even though you’d refrained from singing a song yourself, you soon found yourself in Loki’s arms, dancing like there was no tomorrow.

The sexual tension between you grew with every beat until eventually, the God of Mischief leaned down to whisper in your ear. “Let me take you to my chambers, pet.”

You nodded with wide eyes, unable to ignore the wanton pulsing between your legs. Next thing you knew, you were on Loki’s bed on his armchair in his chambers, kissing him senseless.

“Loki…” you mumbled against his lips. “I wanna…” Another kiss, leaving you breathless.

“Wanna suck you off…” you choked out. Loki pulled away for a moment, surprise evident on his gorgeous face. He tilted his head with parted lips.

“You truly are the most peculiar mortal I have ever met.”

You grinned. “Would you say I’m also the most endearing one?”

Fuck, you felt like a teenager again. Loki and you spent half the night making out, exploring each other’s bodies, and coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of one another. By morning, he was familiar with every square inch of your skin and the soreness between your legs… it spoke for itself when you opened your eyes in his chambers when the sun was up again, naked, satisfied, and happy. Heavens, you’d spent the night making love to a god, after all! Life couldn’t get any better than that… right?

You rolled over, briefly distracted by a stinging pain in your neck. Ouch. Loki had gotten quite rough at some point last night, attacking your sensitive skin with his teeth and sucking and nibbling wherever his mouth had landed on.

“Good morning, pet…” Loki purred.

You smiled sleepily. “Good morning.” You sighed. “I want to spend the entire day in bed,” you stated. But then, your stomach growled.

Loki chuckled. “I’d dare say your body disagrees and needs sustenance after all the… activities last night.”

Reluctantly, you got out of bed. He was not wrong. You were starving. You walked over to the mirror naked, examining the hickeys he gave you last night. The one on your neck wasn’t a hickey though. It was an actual bite mark.

“Shit, Loki, I had no idea you’d be so kinky in bed.” You chuckled, practically admiring it. Loki came up behind you, his hands stroking over your upper arms as his blue gaze crossed yours in the reflection.

“Does it hurt?”

“Not more than hickey, surprisingly. I suppose you don’t have make-up here to cover this up though? That’d be easier than explaining to the rest of Asgard why the Earth girl suddenly has a bite mark on her neck.”

Loki waved his hand and the bruise disappeared. “Wait, did you…”

“It’s still there. I’ve concealed it. We can head to the healing room once you’re dressed.”

“Oh, okay.”

“Loki!”

The banging on the door that followed had the God of Mischief sigh.

“Loki, I know you’re in there! There’s someone here to see you. You have a lot of explaining to do, brother!”

Loki frowned.

“Who?” you asked quietly.

“I don’t know. I don’t normally get visitors from other realms. At least none that announce themselves officially and march straight through the palace doors. Get dressed, pet. I shall take you to the healing room right after.”

You nodded, putting on the clothes he conjured for you, and gave your hair a quick brush before you followed him outside, making sure that nobody saw you leaving his chambers. You made your way through sun-kissed hallways. It was a beautiful morning and you could already smell the Asgardian delicacies waiting to fill your tummy.

Still, you were curious about who Loki’s mysterious and unannounced visitor was. So you joined him, pushing the thought of breakfast to the back of your mind for now. In sight came a blonde woman with a suit of armour very similar to Loki’s, a guard right next to her to ensure she didn’t pose a threat.

“Who is that?” you whispered.

Loki swallowed thickly, his lips parted. His voice was a mix of relief and surprise. “That… Sylvie.”

“Your Asgard doesn’t look too different from mine, actually,” she said by way of a greeting.

“What are you doing here?”

“What, are you not happy to see me?” she mocked. Loki pulled her into an embrace. You felt a twang of jealousy inside of you.

“I’m glad to see you’re okay. Come in. And tell me what you’ve been up to. Have you heard from Mobius?”

“Not yet. Communication is a bit brittle across time and space. I have a lead on Renslayer though. You won’t like to hear it but she was last seen with Kang.”

“Great. So that’s another problem on our growing list.”

“Who’s that?” Sylvie nodded toward you and all of a sudden, you felt self-conscious about yourself. You lifted your chin in a feeble attempt to feign confidence.

You told her your name before Loki could answer, followed by a quick explanation as to why you were here. “And who exactly are you?” you asked then.

“She’s… me,” Loki answered for her. “Well, not exactly me but one of my Variants—from another corner of the multiverse, if you will.”

“Please tell me you’re joking.”

“Sometimes I wish I was, pet.”

“Pet? What’s going on?” Sylvie scanned your form—then, her eyes fell on your neck. “Is that… You idiot! You marked her?”

You frowned. How could she even see it? But you supposed that if she was a Loki, then she was able to see right through his concealment. “What? What does that mean?”

“She’s human, Loki! It’s a miracle she’s even alive!”

Loki glared at her, daring her to keep speaking all the while your confusion kept growing. Marked you? What the hell was that supposed to mean?

“Can we speak about this in private? Preferably where not the entire palace can hear us?”

“Loki, what does she mean?”

“The bite mark of a Frost Giant,” Sylvie explained coldly, “it’s like a magical seal that signifies a partnership between two Frost Giants.”

“So… what… does that mean I have magic in my veins right now?”

Sylvie ignored you. “What were you thinking, Loki?”

“I was drunk!”

“Of course you were.”

“Oh, don’t think for a second I wouldn’t have done this had I not been. She’s fine.”

Just this morning, you had asked yourself what exactly Loki and you were. Calling him your boyfriend seemed inappropriate but quite apparently, you now had an answer to your question. Partner.

Loki did not seem like the type of person who would sleep with just anyone. Having fun and giving pleasure was one thing but even then… the God of Mischief surely was selective with his lovers. You bit your lower lip. You hadn’t known about the meaning of this bite mark but you couldn’t say you minded it. If that was his way of making you his, you’d receive it with open arms. You could only imagine the exciting kind of future you’d have with Loki—even if it would take a while to convince whoever this Sylvie was that just because you were human, that didn’t mean you’d let anyone mess with you or keep you away from the cheeky God of Mischief.

A/N: Come check out my blog if you like for more Imagines and my novels! ♥

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carlsdarling · 6 months

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Hey bae!

Can you do a Carl x reader who has the biggest obsession with cats (like me) and finds out that the cat bit/scratched carl and y/n is like "well you prob made my baby mad" and carl is confusion like "wth???" and later y/n founds carl and her cat cuddling, sleeping, very aborable.💓

How to save a cat part VI

Finally, things come to an end... Y/N and Garfield got a new home. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, violence, domestic violence, angst

You knocked on the door of the broom closet, your hand anxiously clutching the cup that was warm from your urine. A superstitious, infantile part of you hoped for the impossible, for the miracle - for the pregnancy test to be negative.

Your father snatched the cup from you so that the contents sloshed out, and slammed the door again. With your heart pounding in panic, you huddled in the corner next to the mop; you would have preferred to make yourself invisible. It was cold in the broom closet, you were wearing only your pajamas and slippers, and you were freezing.

Not ten minutes later, the broom closet door opened again, and your father's shadow loomed high above you, eerily distorted, like that of a monster. Not that there was that much difference. "Come out of there," your father hissed, grabbing you and dragging you to your feet, then pushing you out into the hallway, punching you roughly in the back. He shoved you in front of him into the kitchen, where the pregnancy test sat on the table like a death sentence. Your father gave you a shove, sending you stumbling toward the table. The test showed two bold strokes - positive. Of course it was. Your mouth was all dry, and it wasn't because you were thirsty. Your mom was squatting on a chair, her eyes all red.

You backed away until your spine was against the wall. You were nauseous with fear; your father's anger was boundless, the twitching muscle beside his left eye telling. "So you let that son of a primitive policeman impregnate you," he said coldly. "I told you there would be consequences if you didn't stay away from Carl Grimes. Everything in life has consequences." You pressed against the wall in fear. "You will not have this baby, it will be aborted, and afterwards you will never leave the house alone again," your father now said in a conversational tone.

"I don't want an abortion." You were surprised to hear your own voice. "Carl and I love each other, and we want this baby, and we want to live together."

"Please what?" your father asked, stunned, and already he was slapping you so hard your head flung to the side.

"Leave Y/N alone, Robert!" your mom Jenny spoke up unexpectedly. "She's pregnant!" Her hands clenched around the edge of the table.

"Just shut up," your father growled at her. "It's all your fault anyway, Jenny! If you'd raised Y/N right, she never would have hooked up with Carl!" he yelled at her, then grabbed his wife by the arm, yanked her off the chair, and hurled her viciously across the kitchen. Your mom slammed into the dishwasher and fell to the floor, dazed.

"Stop it! Stop hitting Mom!" you scream at him, shrieking.

His head jerked around. "Oh, that's right, it's all about you, you little whore!" You tried to run away, but he held you down and started beating you like crazy until you were on the floor. You rolled up to protect yourself from his blows and kicks, but it was no use; the punches hammered down on you. You tasted blood. In the background, your mom was screaming, trying to pull your dad away from you, but she was unsuccessful; he just pushed her aside and kept on beating.

"I hate you," you moaned, "I hate you immensely. I wish you were dead and not Brooke," you spat back at him.

He then dragged you up from the floor, dragged you to the back door, opened it, and just threw you out, into the cold autumn weather where a storm was raging. You remained lying at the foot of the stairs, every bone of your battered body aching. "You are no longer my daughter," your father roared. "See where you stay with your brat!" He disappeared. It took only a few minutes, you had not yet processed what had happened, when he opened the door again and threw the animal transport box with Garfield out of the house. The cat meowed indignantly and snarled.

Sobbing, you struggled to your feet, took the box and slowly moved away from the house. The freezing rain soaked your pajamas, and your bare feet immediately went numb from the cold.

Rick's house was on the other side of Alexandria, and by the time you got there, you were at the end of your strength. You fell down on the porch and stayed there shivering and scratching at the door. It was Michonne who opened, discovered you, and cried out in horror. Then Rick was there, too, and Carl. Rick carefully picked you up and carried you into the house; Carl took the box with Garfield in it. They bedded you down on the couch in the living room; Michonne got a blanket and bandages. Carl held your hand the whole time, while you told what had happened, crying. "You're pregnant?" asked Rick, aghast, looking back and forth between you and Carl.

Carl nodded, blushing. "We...we wanted to escape," he confessed haltingly. "And seek shelter somewhere else, to be together there, with our child. We were planning to go to Hilltop, or Oceanside, or Sanctuary. Anything is better than here with Y/N's father. At least Negan would have taken us in for sure."

"Why didn't you tell me, Carl?" asked Rick, concerned.

"I didn't want to get you involved," Carl muttered. "I was afraid of Robert Andrews. That thing with my stomach, that...was him too, that wasn't a walker, I lied." He looked fearfully at the floor. "He beat me up, and he said I do not deserve to live. I was afraid he would take revenge on you if you helped us."

Rick's lips turned white with anger. Not only had the governor mistreated Y/N and thrown her out of the house, even though she was expecting a child, no, he had also seriously injured Carl and scared him so badly that Carl had wanted to seek help elsewhere rather than from his own father. He stood up with a sudden jerk.

Michonne seemed to suspect what he was up to. "You need to go get Denise right away, Rick," she admonished, "Y/N needs a doctor." She dabbed blood from your injured lip.

"First I'll wake Denise, then I'll go to Robert," Rick announced in anger, clenching his fists.

"My mom in still in the house," you said worriedly. "He hit her, too. I don't know what's up with her." Garfield grew restless in his box and meowed.

"You're safe here," Carl assured you, "Y/N can stay with us, right?" He squeezed your hand reassuringly. "She can't go back there, and we want to keep the baby."

Michonne and Rick exchanged a look. "Of course," Rick said before leaving.

***

Rick rang Denise from sleep, then immediately made his way to the governor's house. Once there, he vibrated with anger. Briefly, he stopped in front of the house. The windows were brightly lit, unlike the neighborhood where everything was dark. Rick trudged up the steps to the front door and pounded on the door.

The governor yanked the door open. "I told you, I don't have a daughter anymore, so..." That's as far as he got, Rick's fist landed right in his face. His nose cracked, blood gushed out, and he cried out. Rick dragged him out of the house, twisted his arm, and threw him over the banister into the garden bed. Before your father could get up again, Rick was on top of him, beating him half to death. Robert Andrews didn't stand a chance against Rick's fury; anyway, he wasn't a particularly strong man, he could only go after weaker people. "Your time as governor of this community is over!" shouted Rick. Lights were turned on in the surrounding houses. "What you did to Carl is unforgivable, and then you hit your daughter, a pregnant girl! You're a miserable piece of shit, and everyone's going to know it, and you're going to spend the rest of your life in a jail cell, I swear to you!" He didn't let go of Robert Andrews until he was unconscious and covered in blood and not moving, then he entered the house and looked around searchingly. He found your mother, Jenny, lying at the foot of the basement stairs with a broken leg and severely injured, and carried her up to the first floor, where he laid her on the sofa. "I will send Siddiq to you," he promised. "And your husband will be imprisoned."

***

Everything happened as Rick had predicted: as soon as Robert Andrews could leave the infirmary, he went to jail, and the position of governor was taken away from him. In his place, Rick and Carol were elected as equal governors. Your mom, who was openly resented in Alexandria for not fighting back and advocating for her daughters for years, decided to move to Oceanside, and your parting was frosty. Maybe someday you would be able to forgive her for her cowardice-Jenny herself had been intimidated and abused by your father-but right now you weren't able to; the fact that she had tolerated everything for so long and had taken refuge in alcohol and pills ran too deep.

Your pregnancy progressed and gradually became visible, and Carl was delighted and couldn't stop touching and caressing your belly. Carl and you had been given one of the larger bedrooms, which had a double bed, and Carl's old room was being made up as a baby's room.

You hadn't been intimate since moving in with Rick because your injuries had needed to heal and you hadn't felt like it; plus, nausea was bothering you daily. However, you spent a lot of time cuddling in bed, watching movies and playing video games. The weather was bad anyway; it had been raining almost constantly for weeks and everything was sinking into the mud.

Carl and the cat Garfield had not yet become accustomed to each other and looked at each other suspiciously. Garfield loved to lie on your bed. One day Carl indignantly showed you four bloody, parallel scratches on his hand. "That was Garfield," he complained. "He just doesn't like me."

Incensed, you put down your coffee cup. "I'm sure you've been annoying him," you accused Carl.

"No!" he defended himself. "Garfield was laying on my bathrobe. I was just trying to push him away, and he clawed at me!"

"If the cat is laying anywhere, you have to leave him alone," you instructed Carl indignantly, whereupon he pouted and disappeared.

A few days later, you went with Michonne to the storage to get food. When you returned, you found Carl fast asleep on your bed, curled up on his side. In the curve of his belly rested Garfield, Carl had buried his fingers in the cat's fur. As you approached, the cat blinked sleepily at you, whereas Carl did not wake up. "Looks like you and Garfield have finally made friends," you noted with a grin over dinner.

"Well, we had no choice," Carl grumbled, feeding Garfield a piece of cheese.

That evening, when the two of you went to bed, you were already in bed watching Carl undress. He threw his flannel and shirt on the floor, took off the bandage, yawned, got out of his jeans and looked around searching for the shirt he slept in. His lean muscles flexed under his pale skin; in the light of the bedside lamp, Carl's body looked chiseled. He spotted the shirt on the armchair and reached for it. "Don't," you said in a soft voice. "Come here." You grabbed Carl's hands and pulled him down to you to kiss him, then playfully let your fingers slide over his flanks and stomach.

"Are you sure?" Carl regarded you uncertainly; his gaze wandered to your belly, at once hesitant and desirous. You could see he was already aroused, poor Carl, it had just been too long - though you suspected he jerked off regularly in the shower.

"Yes," you purred, "I want you inside me, Carl." You reached for his boxers and slipped them off, his dick sprang free, the slightly reddish tip leaking drops of precum. "Someone's in a rush," you chuckled. "It's weird doing it here, with your parents next door," you remarked.

Carl waved it off. "It's not like they don't know we're having sex," he said dismissively. He climbed into bed with you and kissed you fiercely, pressing against you longingly. "Do you need foreplay today, doll?" he whispered. "Because I don't think I can wait long." He moaned softly as you stroked his shaft, sliding his hand between your legs to find you wet. "Perfect," he murmured, spreading your thighs and laying on top of you, propping himself up on his elbows as he slowly slid into you. You had to get used to him again, to his size stretching you out, but then it was wonderful when Carl started moving gently inside you.

"Oh God, Carl," you whimpered as your arousal continued to rise. His breath brushed hotly over your skin, and his back became slick with sweat as you made love so vigorously that the headboard of the bed scraped loudly against the wall. Then suddenly there was a "plop." You turned your head - and looked into two amber big eyes scrutinizing you punishingly. "Garfield! Ssccchhsccchh!" you shooed away the red cat, who had sat down cheekily next to your pillow. The cat hopped onto the floor, from where he continued to watch you in fascination.

Carl paused irritated in his actions. You felt his cock soften.

"This...I can't do it like this," he stammered. "Not with him watching us."

With an unwilling sound, you stood up, picked up the cat, and set him outside the room before returning to Carl. He had rolled over onto his back and was winking at you, rubbing his dick, which was already stiff again. "Ride me," he demanded in a raspy voice. His eye was half closed.

Tantalizingly slowly, you sat on top of him and let him watch as you let his cock slip into your pussy. Carl arched up under you and moaned, his cheeks all red, his mouth half open. You loved to see him like this, completely lost in his pleasure. You lazily moved your hips until Carl begged you. "Please, faster," he begged. "I'm so close." He curled his long fingers into your butt and began moaning loudly as the orgasm washed over him, pumping hot spurts of cum into you. You bent over and buried your face in Carl's brown hair as you also cum and yelled out. Carl hugged you tightly as both of your arousal slowly subsided. "I love you, princess," he whispered happily.

"I love you too, Carl." You kissed him on the lips and lay down next to him, snuggling close.

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Five months later, you gave birth to a baby girl. You named your daughter Ruby Lorraine - Lorraine after Carl's mother, Lori. All of Alexandria was delighted with the dark-haired, cute baby when you took her for walks.

Your father now had to do janitorial work and sweep the streets, and you and Carl carefully avoided meeting with him.

At some point, he had gotten it into his head that he wanted to see his granddaughter, and showed up at your house. "You have forfeited any right to have contact with your daughter or granddaughter," Rick informed him coldly. "And if you come within ten yards of Ruby, I will kill you."

You were fine with that - you hadn't had a father in a long time, in fact you had never had one.

Tags: @loveforcarl @knochentrocken0808 @tessasweet @taylormarieee @xxcarlswifexx

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tightwadspoonies · 5 months

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What To Do... Hygiene Edition

If you don't have a toothbrush-

The goal of brushing teeth is to prevent tooth decay. Prevent tooth decay by preventing bacteria buildup on teeth. Plaque (the slimy film that appears on teeth after a day or two) is a buildup of bacteria, saliva, and tiny food particles. If you can remove this once or twice a day, before it becomes hard (tartar) you are much less likely to have cavities and gum disease.

You can do this without a toothbrush by taking a small piece of rough cloth (like the corner of a washcloth or towel) and rubbing it all over your teeth twice per day. Rinse it well afterwards and let it dry completely (preferably in the sun) between uses.

If you don't have toothpaste-

Toothpaste is a paste containing rough particles, flavorings, and other chemicals that remove and may help prevent plaque and tarter from forming.

If you're doing a good job brushing your teeth to disrupt that plaque formation, you technically don't need toothpaste. However, if you would like a little bit of freshness or feel like you need more than just a brush or cloth, you can take a pinch of baking soda and (optional) add a drop or two of flavored extract (like vanilla or peppermint- DO NOT USE ESSENTIAL OILS FOR THIS). Put this on your toothbrush or cloth and brush as normal.

If you don't have deodorant-

Deodorant is not absolutely necessary for health, but if you work somewhere that has a "hygiene code" or some BS you probably need to smell like something other than a human.

The recipe is the same as toothpaste above. A pinch of baking soda and (optional) a drop of extract like vanilla or peppermint. Rub under each armpit.

If you don't have lip balm-

Lip balm is often necessary in colder or dryer climates to prevent cracking and infection. Any fat can be used as lip balm, for example, petroleum jelly (Vaseline), lard, butter, vegetable oils, your own face grease, etc... Just put a drop on a finger and rub on your lips until it rubs in.

If you don't have toilet paper-

You will need a plastic cup and a wash cloth. Use the plastic cup to pour water over the soiled area. If it's poop you'll need to use your hand to make sure everything washes off. Once clean, use the wash cloth to dab up any remaining water. Wash your hands well afterward.

This might sound horrible if you're used to toilet paper, but it is used all over the world and leaves you a lot cleaner than TP does.

If you don't have soap-

For handwashing- use water to wash anything visible off the hands, then follow with hand sanitizer or a few drops of rubbing alcohol to sanitize.

For body washing- You don't actually want soap for most of your body, including your privates. Wash with water only. For hair (since it tends to look greasy if unwashed), use a few teaspoons of baking soda or tablespoons of lemon juice and rub it in. This will help get rid of dirt and grease when soap or shampoo is not available.

If you don't have nail clippers-

Use sharp scissors. While these might be more challenging the first time and you'll need to be careful, you can absolutely use scissors for nail clippers, it's what everyone did before the invention and popularization of nail clippers.

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inkblot-mirror · 5 months

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Pomefiore Dorm Headcanons:

-Lights out at 9pm. Period.

-Like Diasomnia, which is also an on old castle, Pomefiore has many hidden nooks and shortcuts and passageways, all of which Rook discovered and committed to memory the first day he transferred. It’s also how he gets around the place so quickly and pops up most unexpectedly, still giving even older students a scare.

-Students quickly learn not to sneak junk food and other forbidden snacks and stuff into their rooms because Vil always. Finds. Out. (It’s Rook—nothing ever gets past him)

-As Epel demonstrated, a common punishment in the dorm is cleaning: washing and wiping all the windows by hand, dusting the vases, sweeping the rugs and mopping the hallways and making sure everything is absolutely spotless. Without magic (it’s to build character ofc).

-The beautiful gardens and apple orchards outside are perfect for afternoon tea. Vil has, on more than one occasion, hosted a photoshoot in the gardens.

-Said apples in the orchards are also cursed to make whoever eats them violently ill. As a result the garden remains picturesque and pretty.

-Peacocks roam freely outside. They are surprisingly aggressive to outsiders.

-Entire dorm smells like fancy flowers and floral perfume.

-While not an official club on campus, but some Pomefiore students have made their own fashion design club. They hold fashion shows, showcasing their own creations every so often and Vil always attends.

-Has a potions lab in the basement where the housewarden duel is held.

-Mandatory ballroom dancing lessons! Pomefiore has three ballrooms in total.

-There’s a big white grand piano in the lounge that no one is allowed to play.

-Decently insulated, not too hot or cold, since both are bad for your skin.

-Lot and lots of stairs! Also easy to get lost in.

-Vil (and Rook) had to teach all the first years how to put their dorm uniform on properly.

- Lots of movie nights in the lounge. If one of Vil’s movies are being played, he expects full critique (and praise) afterwards.

-Vil is more accommodating towards beastman students with wings, tails, fur, and or ears that need more specialized care or attention.

-Kitchen is stocked only with healthy snacks and artesian bottled water.

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Scarabia Dorm Headcanons:

-So. Many. Parties. Parties to kick off the start of the school year, parties at the end of the week, parties to celebrate end of the semester, parties for the sake of partying.

-Second to Octavinelle, the dorm has lots of musically inclined students. One can hear lots of musical instruments being played day and night, such as the sitar, flute, oud, tamborine, or drum.

-Merfolk students like to cool off in the oasis or the courtyard fountain. This environment isn’t exactly the best for them… good thing there aren’t alot of them in Scarabia in the first place.

-Sand everywhere!!!!!! Even with magic, sand still finds a way to slip in. I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating and it gets everywhere.

-Occasionally there are powerful sandstorms outside.

-Even rarer is when it rains (without use of Kalim’s UM)—when it does, everyone dashes outside to dance and sing in the rain with joy (everyone minus Jamil)

-Dorm is home to Kalim’s menagerie of exotic wild animals allowed to roam freely: tigers, monkeys, camels, parrots, etc…

-They’re all tame (mostly), but you can still occasionally see Jamil and a student or two wrangling a monkey or chasing after a runaway pony.

-It’s nearly bug free for the most part (thanks Jamil!) but you can still find the lone scorpion or snake hiding in the corners.

-First thing new students are taught is to always always always double check and empty your shoes and clothes first before putting them on.

-Entire dorm smells of incense and spices and exotic perfumes. It’s very heavy on the senses.

-Very dry and hot as one would expect! Its gets chillier at night, but not by much.

-Students help out Jamil with the cooking. It’s a communal event, and recipes and stories are often swapped.

-Before Kalim, Scarabia was a pretty studious and academic dorm. Now they have a reputation as the party animals of NRC and curious students from other dorms like to sneak into their many parties or banquets. Not like Kalim minds: the more, the merrier!

-DONT TOUCH JAMIL’s SPICES!

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kitasgloves · 2 months

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"Like Real People Do"

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— ♬ "Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

— ♬ Kita x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, deity! reader, deity x human, no beta

Solace and stillness brought by the forest kept loneliness at bay for Kita Shinsuke. His life within the sacred forest was anything but eventful. Having lived in this forest ever since the passing of his grandmother, Kita doesn't expect anything exciting to happen. He has learned to appreciate the humble and quiet lifestyle in these enchanting woods.

"The gods are always watching"

Kita's grandmother often told him that, especially when he was younger. He grew up within civilization but had constant opportunities to visit his grandma in her house in the forest. He'd often help her clean the house, the same house he's living into this day. He recalled his grandma's belief in gods and deities residing in the forest, she told him tales and reminded him of the gods' power and how they rule the forest. Back then, it sounded fascinating, especially to the younger mind. But Kita wasn't a kid anymore and he hardly believed in superstition.

Every day began and ended like clockwork. Kita would wake up before sunrise, and make himself breakfast before checking on his farm. After tending and harvesting his crops, he'd check on his livestock and feed the animals. Then lunch approached and he'd eat. Afterward, Kita would do some cleaning around the house before cooking dinner. Once dinner was finished, he'd do some reading and then head out to the nearby river to bathe. He'll crawl to his bed after. Every day seemed like nothing was new and Kita has grown to get used to it.

However, odd things began occurring in the forest. It began with a flock of crows crying within the trees, it was unusual since there were rarely crows in the forest. Then his farm animals started to behave weirdly like they were anxious about being hunted down as they cowered in their shelter. A large sum of Kita's crops began dying, and his remaining rice and vegetables went dry even though he had watered them yesterday. Then in the evening, when he bathed in the river before bed, Kita could feel like something was watching him.

Everything escalated to finding dead critters around his house and finding his farm animals dead. Suddenly, all of his crops died and he was so flabbergasted. Kita couldn't think of a logical explanation for all of this. Later that evening he couldn't even bathe in the river, paranoid of the pair of eyes watching him. In the following days, he grew stressed trying to restore all of his crops and livestock. Today, he decided to go out and hunt an animal for food, something he hadn't done in a while.

As he ventured through the forest and knew all the routes like the back of his hand, he came across a clearing with a figure at the center. Kita froze as his eyes wandered at the strange figure clawing at the dirt. You were dressed in white and radiant under the afternoon sun. You stopped digging and whipped your head towards him. Air died in his lungs as he gazed at the ethereal being, your [Eye Color] orbs were glimmering and their skin looked softer than silk. Suddenly, you rose to your feet and ran through the forest. Kita wanted to follow after but he finds himself stuck in place like a statue.

He kept thinking about the encounter until the evening as he finished eating the deer he had hunted. That hauntingly beautiful face plagued his mind and drew curiosity. For all his life, Kita believed only he resided in this forest, so imagine his surprise to find someone else in the woods. He wasn't sure what he thought about it, was he delighted or concerned? Kita gathered up the courage to return to the river to bathe, when he entered the water, he could feel those eyes on him again. He rushed to finish washing himself before speeding back to his home.

That night as he lay on his bed, he had a thought. However, it was scary. About that night, were you the one watching him the entire time? Were you the cause of the misfortune of his crops and livestock? Why were you digging? What did you bury? Those questions lingered for a while until sleep came. The following day, Kita decided to go hunting again, because he needed food since he was still replanting his crops and his livestock was critically low. But he thought about seeing you again.

He caught a few wild animals before approaching the clearing. His heart skips a beat upon seeing you standing alone, still wearing white and shining bright as the sun. He takes one step forward, then another, and another. Trying to come closer cautiously. You sensed his presence but gently turned your head. Kita completely stops, he's entranced by your stare. It was piercing and enchanting like the forest. You and him gazed at each other for a while until Kita finally found his voice to speak.

"Who are ya?"

You blinked for the first time but didn't pull your eyes away. There was silence and Kita knew you weren't going to answer. He figured that he would not ask you where you came from and neither should you. Because it seemed like Kita and you belonged in this forest, fated to cross paths down the line. After a long period of just gazing at each other, you make a move by approaching him. When you were close enough, you reached for his right cheek. Kita shivers at your magnetic touch.

"You're...a human"

You spoke for the first time, your voice was melodious. Kita gulped and nodded, he had never felt this nervous but eager at the same time.

"How long have you been in this forest?"

"Since I was a child"

"Oh, you've lived here for a while now, human"

"Yes, I did. How about ya? How long have ya been in this forest?"

Kita asked and suddenly you smiled. Your smile put a pause to his heartbeat and a hitch in his breath. It looked sweet as nectar and softer than a flower petal. Then you pulled away your hand from his cheek. His skin monetarily mourns for the loss of contact.

"I have been here before time, before the beginning"

"...I'm assumin' ya ain't human"

"Clever human. Tell me your name"

"Kita Shinsuke. How 'bout yers?"

"How about I tell you later if you take me to your home?"

You were so captivating that Kita found it impossible to say no. You follow him to his humble home, and he watches you trace the walls with your finger. You seemed out of place, a beauty like you should belong in pearl-colored castles surrounded by riches beyond attainment.

"Your house is lovely"

"Thanks, it was my grandma's"

"Hm, what is her name?"

"Yumie Kita"

"Oh, her! Sadly, she has passed. The gods have adored her since she was a child"

"Ya know her...?"

"Of course, I watch upon this forest. I'm always watching"

Then your glowing eyes rested upon his again. Then it made sense. Everything became crystal clear for Kita. It was hard to believe that deities existed in his forest, everything his grandmother had told him turned out to be true. He wasn't sure if he was amazed or relieved, but his face turned pink at the thought of you watching him while he was bathing at the river.

"...Were ya the one watchin' me bathe at the river every night?"

"Oh!"

Your cheeks turned red like a rose in spring, he finds himself chuckling. He reassured you that it was okay. He finds it amusing that he manages to make a deity like you flustered. He shows you his farm next, and he explains how his crops and livestock died. You apologize to him saying you might have unwillingly contributed to the loss. He says it was fine but you surprise him by bringing his crops and livestock to life with a simple wave of your hand. You stuck with him until evening when you bid farewell, saying you have to take care of your duties. Kita hesitates.

"Will I see ya again?"

"Tomorrow, Shinsuke"

And he smiles at your answer. You went to grant him a delicate peck on his cheek before fading into the night. As he lays to sleep after bathing in the river, he anticipates your return. True to your word, you appear in front of his home, seemingly waiting for him to wake up. You looked heavenly. He finds it absurd that a deity like you would be interested in spending time with him. Nonetheless, you followed Kita everywhere as he did his daily tasks.

"I've been watching humans for centuries but it's the first time I've encountered one. It's very thrilling to see you up close"

"Why did ya wanna stay with me?

"You're the most interesting human I've ever seen"

"I am?"

"So much, my dear"

Kita could hear his heart pounding against his ears, it felt dangerous. To fall victim to your godly charms ties his insides into knots, and yet he finds the thrill of it. You kept visiting him and following him around every day in the forest, you and he would have endless conversations until sunset when you two would part ways. But you always fulfilled your promise to return before sunrise. Everything fell into a new routine for Kita.

He'd wake up and find you at his door, he'd invite you in where he'll serve breakfast. He doubts a deity like you needed food but you always ate his cooking. You'll follow him to his farm where he tended to his crops, he finds the harvest beyond prosperous thanks to your godly powers. He'd feed his livestock where he'll find you playing with the animals, his heartstrings were pulled by the sight every time. You and he would share lunch and afterward, you'd help him clean around the house, and you'd assist in laundry and cooking too. Kita thinks you'd blend in perfectly with humans if it weren't for your godly aura. It was after dinner when you always said goodbye.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Shin-chan"

"Have a good evenin', [Name]"

You smile as you retreat between the trees. You gifted him your name a day after your first encounter with him. You insist that he calls you casually and he should disregard your status as the deity of the forest. One warm afternoon, Kita cut watermelons as he shared them with you during lunch. Both of you were sitting on his front porch, viewing the beauty of the forest. He looks over and sees you already seeing him with a half-eaten watermelon slice.

He knows that look. Eyes always seeking. And Kita was naturally curious. Was there someone that dug long ago? But he will not ask you why you were creeping in some sad way he already knows. Instead, he leans closer until your shoulders touch. He meets your eyes.

"Shinsuke?"

"Yes?"

"Have you ever fallen in love with someone before?"

"No"

"Oh..."

Silence followed after. He can sense you were disappointed by his response, but what he has told you was the truth. He hasn't fallen in love with anyone before, it was only now did he realized these harboured affections and emotions with you. Kita sighs and reaches to place his hand on top of yours, you look at him with hope glimmering in your eyes.

"Why did'ya ask?"

"Well, I'm just curious about what humans do when they fall in love"

"Do gods not fall in love with each other?"

"Rarely"

"Hm. We humans do unpredictable things when we're in love"

"Such as?"

"Breakin' rules, challengin' fate, and even burnin' the world"

"How terrifying..."

"But, humans mostly kiss each other when they fall in love"

Kita thinks his ears are playing tricks on him when he hears your breath hitch. You lean closer to him where he can feel your breath on his face, the perfect proximity for a kiss. But he doesn't lean down just yet.

"They kiss?"

"Do ya know what I kiss is?"

"Of course, I do!"

"So, what's the point of askin' me all of this?"

"I'm just curious if..."

"If...?"

"If you'd want to kiss with me?"

You looked timid as you peered up at him through your luscious eyelashes, it looked so precious that Kita almost clutched his chest. You waited patiently, rather anxiously, for his reply. Kita has taken into consideration the consequences if he decides to share his first kiss with you. Will the gods punish him? Will they banish him into the pits of hell to be subjected to torture? But he'll have the chance to feel your sweet lips on his lips, Kita knew it would feel heavenly. And he thinks hell would be worth it if it means he'll be in heaven with you even for a brief moment.

Kita leans forward, he feels you freeze under his hand. With a shut of your eyes, Kita's lips landed on yours. It remained still for a few seconds until he felt your lips move experimentally with him, he smiled. His hand cups your cheek before he deepens the kiss. You move your lips along with his in a gentle waltz. Kita hears you moan softly into the kiss as you press your body close to him. He pulls away after to catch his breath and you look at him, beyond starstruck.

"Shinsuke that was..."

"Amazin'? It's written all over yer face, dear"

"Can we do this again?"

"We can do it all the time, whenever ya like"

Suddenly, you leap into his arms and pull him into a tight embrace. Kita feels his heart hammering against his ribcage. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon with hands intertwined, sharing smiles and trading sweet sayings. After dinner where you two would normally part, he finds your eyes on his, expectedly.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Shin. Let's kiss again"

"Why not now?"

"Really? We could?"

"Honey, just put your sweet lips on my lips. We should just kiss like real people do"

Instaineously, you jumped into him and placed your sweet lips against his in a tender kiss before you said goodbye. You and him part only to reunite the following day to share a kiss again, even the day after, and the day after that. Until the rest of the year, Kita has spent his time kissing you like real people do and he couldn't ask for more.

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certaincollectionlandblog · 3 months

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Domestic life with the book guys featuring the Twisted series by Ana Huang

*In honor of the fact that I have been so stressed my period came a whole two weeks early (live, laugh, love) please enjoy the absolute outpour of content this following week :)

Alex Volkov (Twisted Love by Ana Huang)

If we are going strictly off of Alex's character in Twisted Love it can be safe to assume that he is not going to be warm and mushy. This does not mean that there won't be any larger than life proclamations of love (I mean this man dropped 40k easy on a painting just because his girl wanted it), but he isn't going to be doing anything over the top in public

Following the previous point if you are expecting PDA I hate to tell you the most you'll be getting is maybe some light hand holding and a very quick hug

If there is a book man who is the definition of introverted I so see Alex fitting that description

He may not tell you he loves you verbally, but there are other ways he shows you. He might keep your favorite snacks in stock at the house so you never run out. He is going to have all of your favorite games and movies at the house so if you ever want to stay in you're able to.

Now if we're going off of Alex's character development throughout the Twisted Series and further on we can tell Alex is slowly coming out of his shell. He is still severely introverted, but he clearly is getting better at mild PDA.

Alex is as Taylor Swift would say Midnight Rain and he honestly just needs someone who will either be an absolute ray of sunshine or loves to dance in that rain (metaphorically speaking of course he would never actually want to dance in the rain for fear of getting you sick)

As we can clearly tell that man is constantly dropping a pretty penny on whatever you want. Looked a little too long at the purse in the window and boom it's wrapped up on the table when you get home. Mention wanting to read a book ONCE and he has it delivered in hardback (it's also autographed duh)

As far as like living together domestic life this man is spotless. He doesn't leave dirty dishes, dirty clothes, literally anything behind. He keeps control of his life in the form of keeping everything clean, orderly, and planned out.

This clearly follows into the bedroom because this man is never ever going to give over control. "Oh he might be a switch" No. Nope. Never. Don't see it happening sorry.

Alex is clearly not a very words of affirmation person, but quality time seems important to him. He will never admit it, but he is a cuddler like big time. Short of it being a quickie this man is not having sex with you and not getting his cuddles afterwards. Would he rather die than admit this to anyone ever? 1000x yes However as clean as this man is he is not laying in dirty sheets.

He wasn't given a proper upbringing and spending time with you doing mundane tasks around the house heals part of his inner child. You need to go to the grocery store? He's right there pushing the buggy. You need to wash dishes? He is ready to dry and put them up.

Rhys Larsen (Twisted Games by Ana Huang)

This man is about as protective and possessive as they come do we need to revise the chapter on him threatening to burn down parliament? *enter swooning here*

He is a sucker for safety because if anything happened to you that he could have prevented everyone better be praying

PDA is all based on timing. Rhys can read a room and he knows when he gets to let them know you're his and when it's not appropriate

Rhys is former military and he has gone through a lot. This man is a shell of who he used to be and the book clearly showed us that, however Rhys is the perfect example of how if you are broken once before that you won't remain broken forever. He struggles with PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder), technically it's known as C-PTSD (Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder). He is so used to giving up control to follow orders that sometimes he just needs to be reminded he's human and that regardless of the outcome everything will be okay.

He loves going on vacations where you can just get away from the world for a while and turning off the buzz of everything going on

As a way to cope with his C-PTSD Rhys uses drawing to relax. You'll often find little scraps of paper around the house with his sketches on them.

It's hard for Rhys to open up, but when he does you understand it was well worth the wait

Say what you want, but I firmly believe Rhys is a switch. This man could truly go either way and I think it depends on the situation. He doesn't have very many "no's" but if anything could seriously hurt you he is not down for it. He is covered in enough scars left by others that he would never want to take a risk that could leave you with that same lifelong reminder.

This man is the kind to show up at 3am with a dog he found on his way home and how he's only allowed to stay for one night and you end up keeping the dog forever

His phone screensaver is literally a photo of you and the dog because let's be real he can't pick a favorite

This man is a slut for emotional intimacy

If you told him "Oh I got you this cause I remembered you liked them", "I heard this song and thought of you", or "I thought you might like this" he is going to be thinking about it for forever

Rhys is going to make it well known that you're his girl

Josh Chen (Twisted Hate by Ana Huang)

*I have to say Josh is my least favorite, but I will try to do him justice*

This man is a doctor (and a bit of an ass tbh) so he would not trust anyone else to take care of you, if you get sick it's Dr. Chen to the rescue

He loves bringing you random food at work, but he also has a really tight schedule being a doctor and all so if he can't deliver it in person he will have it waiting on you when you get home

Let's be real Josh's personal life is a little bit of a mess and I wouldn't expect anything different from him on how he would keep a house. There would be rumpled clothes all over and the bed might never get made. He would pick up his trash, but if the dishes didn't make it in the dishwasher they were simply waiting till next time to get done.

Now Josh is nothing short of a playboy for the most part so the idea of him settling down will definitely be an adjustment.

Due to Josh being a doctor and still working to pay off his student loans he can't really afford fancy vacations or expensive gifts. Josh really loves just eating cheap takeout with you and watching movies

We all know Josh isn't the best with his words and is really hot headed, this often leads to Josh more so apologizing and a rather decent amount of makeup sex

Josh is the definition of all out rough, break your back like a glow stick sex. He's going to degrade you and yet have you coming back for more every single time. He's cocky and quiet honestly he has a few good reasons to be

He is more likely to fuck now and ask questions later it's just the Josh Chen way

Emotionally intimacy? Josh doesn't know her (maybe a little) but this man is more likely to have you open up to him before he ever opens up to you. He's been betrayed by some people who were incredibly close to him before and he will be damned if he makes that mistake ever again

Christian Harper (Twisted Lies by Ana Huang)

Rhys and Christian are big buddies so it makes sense that they are going to be extremely similar, but different in their own little ways

Christian has little use for moral code and much less what society deems as correct, but if you deem it correct than he is going to break his back bending over backwards to make that happen for you

Christian is the grumpy cat of the group. Sassy, grumpy and yet just the perfect combo of attractive to have that attitude forgotten (almost)

He runs his own security company and if you think he goes overboard for his clients you have no idea how overboard he will go for your safety

He is the definition of a German Shepard boyfriend; looks scary, fiercely protective, and is willing to chase down the mail man if he threatens you

Christian is a make his own rules type of man. If you're uncomfortable or upset he doesn't give a single crap he is going to do what makes you happy

You know this man makes note of everything single thing you like; your favorite drinks, your favorite movies, which friends annoy you the most and why (Christian is an honorary girlie he loves all the tea)

This man is petty to the T

If something small annoys him he is going to remember it until the day he dies

Opening up is hard for Christian and I think it would take a lot to get the point where he is open to freely sharing information with you

He is more likely to tell you about something that bothers him on a small day to day basis than telling you the big stuff from his past

Christian knows that he is the physical embodiment of big dick energy and does not disappoint

I really don't ever see Christian not being dominant, but hey I could be persuaded to think otherwise given the situation. I just don't personally see it

This is a man gives off the vibes of being downright obsessed. If you made cookies that tasted like straight up saw dust he would eat them all to see you smile before you would be able to pry the truth about how bad they were out of him

#ana huang #alex volkov #rhys larsen #josh chen #christian harper #twisted series #twisted love #twisted games #twisted hate #twisted lies #romance #books #book tumblr #morally gray #morally grey men

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hello!! i checked your faq and couldn't find this question, but you seem like the person who could answer it. when you acquire pre-loved or vintage plushies, how do you disinfect/wash them? especially beanie babies? like beyond spot cleaning

This turned into my masterpost of how to clean plushies! I also have a tag for plush care where i’ve answered asks about damaged fur, and brush recommendations + more!

How to wash and clean stuffed animals:

🧸 1. Prep! 🧸

I vacuum/lint roll the plush to get any stray hairs/dust/debris etc. I have a soft bristle brush attachment for my vacuum that i bought off amazon that i use exclusively for stuffed animals

I always hand wash my plushies when possible, but i’ve included a section on both spot cleaning for less dirty plush and machine washing under the wash section!

NOTE: if your plushie has a voice box or joints or anything inside that is incompatible with water then don’t submerge it!!

🧼 2. Soap! 🧼

I use Woolite brand soap because it’s gentle and safe for synthetics. You can also use dawn dish soap at even more diluted ratio. I dilute the detergent with water in about a 1:6 soap:water ratio in a small container (i usually use the detergent cap) Be aware that the more concentrated your soap is exponentially increases the amount of time it will take to rinse it out!

A good rule of thumb for your soap:water ratio is you want the solution you are using to be just a little slippery when rubbed between your fingers.

i use woolite but any gentle detergent safe for synthetics will work. Stuffed animal fur and stuffing is generally made of plastic! NO FABRIC SOFTENER! And no shampoo, conditioner, or soap made for human skin! The moisturizers used in these products will never “absorb” into the plastic fibers! These products will all leave a residue!

You can use very diluted cheap conditioner to detangle a plush but you will need to wash out the conditioner with a a detergent afterwards.

🫧 3. Wash! 🫧

Hand washing: I soak the plush under COLD running water first, and then with my hands i apply and lather the soap in to the fur/fabric and make sure i thouroughly saturate it with the soapy water.

For plush that can’t be bathed/aren’t super dirty/only need a spot clean I use a damp microfiber rag dipped in a mixture of lukewarm water + a tiny (like a drop!) of soap (woolite or dawn) and rub them down all over with it. Then I go over them with a rag damp with clean, soapless water until all the soap is gone. If your plush has medium or long fur you still will want to brush it out to make sure the fur dries soft and not clumped up! Check my section on drying/detailing below.

For machine washing put them in a pillow case to protect the eyes, and put some pillows/ blankets/ towels in the machine with the plush to pad it. use gentle detergent and wash it on “delicates” (or your machines gentlest cycle) with COLD water! Top loading machines do best for this and you’ll want to arrange them sitting up with their backs to the wall of the machine if possible. For front loading machines just throw a bunch of extra pillows/blankets to pad it. skip to step 5 if you end up using a washing machine. I find this method works very well for larger, sturdier plush like build a bears. NEVER PUT PLUSH IN THE DRYER!!!

🚿 4. Rinse! 🚿

Use cold running water! Make sure no soap remains. I smell the plushies periodically to be extra certain i’ve gotten the soap out. You can gently squeeze the plushie depending on the stuffing type. Some plush may need to be washed twice or three times depending on the filth-level, or rinsed multiple times depending on the soap concentration.

Beanie babies and some other plush can be squeezed because of their beans, but plush made out of purely soft stuffing can have their stuffing deformed if you squeeze them too much. Some brands like douglas have stiffer plush with beans and stuffing and they actually can be squeezed too. (DO NOT “WRING OUT” ANY PLUSH!!)

🧽 5. Pre-dry! 🧽

after the soap is 100% out and you are happy with the cleanliness of the plushie, you have two options to pre-dry them:

My favorite way is to put the plush in my washing machine and run it on “spin” cycle only, which is very effective at getting excess water out. In my experience the plush barely moves in my top loading machine, but you can always put the plush in a clean pillow case or put a bunch of clean towels in with it to pad/stabilize the plush in a side loader or if the plush is fragile

If you can’t use your washing machine for any reason, then try your best to get as much water out without damaging the plush. Consider wrapping it in a towel and making a sling with a second towel and spinning it around you, lol. It will be okay if you can’t do any of these things, though! You can also just use a towel and press it on your plush to try and soak up as much water.

Only you know how durable your plush is. The more well made it is (think big brands like douglas, jellycat, wild republic, aurora VS an antique) the more your plush can take without risking damaging the seams/parts. PLEASE don’t “WRING OUT” your plushies as this can deform them!

I NEVER put my plush in the dryer, it can melt the fur fibers and cause matting/damage!! Some people use the “air dry/no heat” but i don’t like to take risks

🧺 6. Dry! 🧺

⭐️ This is the most important part, you must set your plush up to air dry thouroughly!! I prefer to use a fan pointed at the plush. but if you don’t have access to any kind of fan then a hair dryer set on cool could work, and plain air drying works too, it just takes longer.

For plushies with medium/long fur (basically anything besides minky fabric) I brush the fur out with a soft bristle brush once or twice while it’s drying to make sure the fur dries fluffy and soft. I use a build a pear paw brush. You can also use a plastic slicker brush and brush backwards with the direction of the fur to avoid pulling the fur fibers out. Don’t use a brush/comb that’s been used on humans or pets without super disinfecting it first, as the skin oils/dirt can damage your plushies fur!

For beanie babies or any plush with beans you must make sure the beans dry completely, they take way longer than the stuffing!

You need to rotate the plush every few hours or so to make sure it’s drying throughly. Make sure the bottom of the plush gets just as much exposed drying time as the rest of the plush, as gravity will pull any water downwards.

Try not to dry it in a humid room, like a bathroom! There is a risk of mold if a plush doesn’t dry completely before being packed up/sealed up.

I also wouldn’t risk drying your plush outside due to sun bleaching and possibly debris from wind/trees landing on it. You can dry it in a window that gets sunlight still as long as you don’t leave it there for weeks on end. Sun bleaching takes quite a while so the risk is very small.

✨ 7. Detail! ✨

(optional) after the plush is completely dry i go back with the brushes and detangle/fluff up the plush! This is almost necessary for any long/medium furred plush to keep the fur soft and detangled. I use the soft bristle brush for all, and plastic slicker brush for long fur. You can get a small plastic slicker brush for kittens/small dogs at walmart for like $3. Just make sure to be gentle with any combs/slicker brushes to avoid damaging the plush/ripping out the fur. ^_^

This was super long! I have hand washed like 25 plushies of all different sizes at this point and this is what works for me. I have a lot of thrifted plush and they dont always come in great shape. you can reply to this post or send me a message if you have any questions!

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