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savannahsdeath · 8 months

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ok imagine reader just got to jackson and is super confident and basically tells everyone what to do all the time. like people always listen to her bc she’s lowkey scary. ellie’s a bit of a loser all the time at first but then gains confidence and tops reader. readers so shocked bc she’s used to getting what she wants shshsh

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

mdni please<3

warnings: 18+!! public sex, cocky!reader n the rest is obvious from the request🤗

writers note: this is a scrap im sorry im sick.. and im not apologizing for leaving yall on edge sorry guys🤭 also it has 1212 words??? signs

"you and jesse." you said to dina, after a long discussion about who's going to patrol today.

"why not me?" ellie scoffed. "i want to patrol too!"

"oh, sorry, els." you laughed mockingly. "maybe next time."

the appointed couple started slowly walking towards the stud, obeying you without thinking much. the girl that had to stay against her will kicked a single rock in disappointment but didn't say anything else.

"come on, we gotta sign it." you waved your hand in a 'follow me' gesture and started walking towards a public building, to which everyone had access.

it's where a lot of important meetings happen, but for now it seemed empty.

you opened a book and searched for a label with today's date before writing dina's and jesse's names down.

"now, what am i supposed to do? the town's boring." she complained as you sat on a couch, next to her.

"but it's safe." you rolled your eyes. "you'll survive a day off."

"you are, unfortunately, probably right." ellie grumbled. "so you're just going to sit here and relax while i go stir-crazy?"

"mhm. oh, and i'm always right." you nonchalantly shrugged.

she barely managed to stop herself from rolling her eyes at you. "of course."

you looked at her and smirked. you could see how mad she was, but you knew she won't do anything about it. she wasn't the type to argue, especially not with you. she just continued fidgeting with her fingers, like she always did in your presence. you chuckled to yourself as you thought about it, enjoying her discomfort.

you leaned back in your seat and relaxed, satisfied with the view of her irritated expression. she looked like she wanted to say something, but she knew it would only fuel your ego and make her feel worse.

eventually, she turned to look at you, and her facial expression begun to betray an emotion. she was clearly not happy with how things were playing out here.

"i know you always have to get your way, but it would be nice if you actually listened to me every once in a while." she said, not raising her voice, but making it clear that she's becoming more irritated as the situation continues.

you frowned in disbelief. "excuse me?"

she looked away again, her voice turning into a whisper. "you heard me."

"excuse me?" you repeated, your tone shifting to be more firm and authoritative.

ellie looked back at you, as if in a defiant manner.

"you need to learn when to keep your mouth shut." her voice was still soft, but you could see the fire in her eyes as she stared at you unwaveringly. she was clearly not willing to back down from her position.

silence

you were to stunned to say anything.

ellie was the first one to speak, speaking rather calmly, given the circumstances. "i said what i had to say. you can go ahead and tell me to shut up now."

she remained staring at you, not blinking, not fidgeting, just staring into your eyes.

"you're funny." you smirked, not taking her comments to heart at all. "i like that."

"oh, you like that?" ellie says as she crosses her arms in front of her chest. there is a certain amount of playfulness in her voice, although the underlying tension between you two is still present. "you like that someone finally spoke up?"

"now that i think about it.." your grin widened and you stood up, walking to a nearby counter. "no, not really."

"oh, i like this game." ellie said in return, getting up off of the couch. she slowly made her way over to the same counter area where you were. her movements were steady and calculated, not showing an inkling of fear or anxiety, even though she was well aware of the fact that this was an intense situation. she was almost enjoying it. "let's see, what else can i do to get on your nerves, hmm? maybe this?" she leaned against the counter, close enough to you that you could feel her breath on your neck. there was a small part of you that was worried about where this was heading, but then, unexpectedly, she begun to speak very softly to you, close to your ear, making this part stay silent. "i can make this much worse, you know."

you can't help but feel a tinge of excitement running down your back. this was a risky move by her, and she was almost daring you to do something about it.

"i don't think there's anything worse than standing so near to you." you whispered, but didn't even try to push her away, expecting she'll back down by herself.

ellie leaned even closer, to the point where your faces were barely an inch away from each other. you felt her breath, you could see the little details on her face, everything was amplified to this degree.

she slowly whispered into your ear, so gently that it almost felt like a caress. "now, you really don't know what you're talking about."

ellie paused for a moment, but not for long. she reached her right hand out and took your left in hers. her touch felt warm and soft, but at the same time there was almost an electric tension in the air around you two.

she slowly begun to speak to you again. "why do we have to fight, huh? is this what you really want?" you felt a slight pull on your hand as she pulled you closer to her.

you sighed, knowing this wasn't in your scenario, but you had to play along. "there weren't any problems, as long as you were listening to me."

ellie's eyes betrayed a hint of irritation once again. "well, there's one problem there." she said as she continued to hold onto your hand. "you aren't always right." she leaned in even closer as she spoke. "sometimes you're just a stubborn, idiotic, bossy, and insufferable pain in the ass."

she finally pulled you all the way up to her. you could feel her breath on your face as she stared intently into your eyes. she seemed to be searching for your next move.

"and still people listen to me." you forced a smirk on your face, which probably turned out as a nervous grimace.

"you know why?" she tugged a strand of your hair behind your ear. "because you're new here. people don't know your backstory and they're scared of you. they think you're... mysterious."

you felt ellie starting to caress your face as she held you in place.

she whispered; "but right now, you're not in the control."

after she said this, she slowly started to move her hand down towards your shirt, as if to prove her point.

you frowned for a short second before mumbling a quiet; "i always am." which turned out way less convincing than you wanted it to be.

ellie's hand slowly inched beneath your shirt. she was very clearly enjoying seeing you squirm in this position.

"oh, is that so?" she said in response to your previous comment. "then why don't you stop me? you're in control, remember?"

the fact is, you could. she'd let you, too. but you didn't want to. you let her do that, and a few more things, even though you risked getting caught. that's what you needed all along.

#ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x you #ellie x reader #ellie x y/n #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #wlw smut #reqs open #ellie williams smut #cocky!reader #bratty!reader #bossy!reader

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linesfromzaun · 2 years

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Baba (Dad!Silco x Mom!Reader x Baby!Jinx)

Rating: G

Tags: fluff, crack, swearing, implied stuff but it’s not severe at all

A/N: posting this bc I’m having a horrible 24 hours and need to feel better this is inspired by this tiktok

“Okay honey, you gotta go to bed now.” You cradled the toddler in your arms and she gives a little pout, her chubby cheeks creating dimples. “Oh, I know, but if you sleep: Daddy and I will have a special gift for you!” Her eyes light up and arms instantly grab towards Silco. You catch the glint in his eyes that says “I’m her favorite.”

“Alright now, you be good and let Daddy read to you, okay?”

“Otay.” Your heart melts at her little babble talk and she turns to look at Silco. “Baba?”

“No, dove, you already had your bottle, time to sleep.” His soft voice is barely heard when he closes the door. You can her her cutely asking for “baba” and Silco nicely stands his ground.

You’re in a daze, until you hear it.

“Gimme my fuckin’ baba, Daddy,” repeated in a flat tone over and over.

“Goodnight, darling.” You hear a slight chuckle in his voice. The door opens and closes behind him, and he kneels over in laughter.

“S-Silco stop laughing!” You’ve joined in with him, his laugh being utterly contagious. “Laug-hing makes her d-do it more!”

Silco rights himself and stands, wiping his face with one hand. “I tried to keep a straight face but I had to exit quickly, if I stayed she would have heard me.” He sighs and places a hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, dove, we’ll teach her it’s not good to say it tomorrow.” You roll your eyes and hug him.

“I’m pretty sure she learned it from me though, you only say “fuck” when in bed.” Silco laughs once more and kisses your forehead.

“Perhaps I should teach you some manners as well.” You laugh and push him lightly.

“Oh, shut up.” You kiss him as you hear no sound besides Jinx’s sound machine lulling her to sleep.

#silco #arcane silco #silco my beloved #silco x reader #silco fanfic #silco x female reader #silco x y/n #silco one shot #jinx arcane #baby jinx #jinx my baby

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last-flight-of-fancy · 7 months

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time for some fluffy ff14 fic bc it's faster to write than draw. takes place between ShB and EW but i dont think contains any particularly major spoilers for either of those expansions.

WoL: Hallima, he/they Au Ra

Bonding time with the twins and a haircut

Hallima hears the door open to their room just a little too late, and for one panicked moment considers trying to hide before dismissing that idea out of hand. Absolutely nothing in this room had a single hope of successfully hiding their not insignificant bulk, and even trying would only make them look foolish.

Well, more foolish, as is proven when Alisiaie takes one step through the threshold, sees Hallima, and snorts laughter at them in a decidedly unladylike manner.

Alphinaud peers around her shoulder, curious, and though he doesn't double over the way Alisaie now is, he isn't fast enough to cover his mouth before Hallima can see it.

"Yeah, yeah, yuck it up." They grumble, trying in vain to smooth away stray hairs and look even somewhat presentable. This fails.

"Pray tell, what are you even doing?" Alphinaud asks, hand still over his mouth but the laugh in his voice is unmistakable.

"Practicing my High Jump, what's it look like I'm doing?"Hallima is not pouting as they drop their scissors onto the wooden cabinet in front of them, and if it looks like they are then clearly it's the lip paint they're wearing (a very nice shade of blue-purple only a touch darker than their skin tone) and they need to change it immidietly. "You could have knocked."

"We did." Alisiaie puts her hands on her hips, still grinning but having regained her composure.

"Okay, maybe that was a sily question." Alphinaud says. "How about this then; why are you attempting to cut your own hair when I'm sure you could find a perfectly good barber just downstairs?"

"I didn't want anything complicated, just... Shorter." This statment of fact is followed by Hallima catching sight of themself in the mirror, which they give a baleful look.

"Uh huh." Alisaie gives them a once over. "And how's that going?"

Hallima deigns not to answer, grumbling under their breath and picking up the scissors again.

"Hey now," Alphinaud stepsforward, making Hallima pause. He turns to Alisaie. "Surely we could render some assistance?"

"We certainly cannot do any worse." Alisiaie taps a finger to her chin in consideration.

"Do I not get a say in this?" Hallima asks flatly, already knowing the answer.

"After seeing what you've managed so far? Not a chance." Alisaie snorts, plucking the scissors from their hand and tugging them down to where the much shorter twins can reach more easily.

"Maybe I should do the cutting?" Alphinaud offers. "Seeing as how I am the one with some level of artistic inclination."

"An artist you may be but practiced with blades you are not." Alisaie counters, holding the scissors over her head when he reaches for them. "I'll do the cutting, you can give me your vaunted aesthetic opinion while I work."

Alphinaud pouts, but it's not a serious thing, and the two set to work with an ease that belies their complete lack of experiance. Hallima decides to hold still and let them at it with only a mild amount of trepidation.

(The twins were right after all, they couldn't possibly do worse than what Hallima himself had managed, which was an utter disaster.)

(Why do lizard people have hair anyway? This was a question that had never occured to Hallima before their trip to the Azim Steppe, assuming as they had that they were some kind of freak mutation. Anything goes with that kind of assumption. Knowing theirs is an entire species of dragon kin however, had rather turned quite a bit on its head.

Not that Hallima thinks about it much. Only deep in the night when sleep eludes them once more. Or when they're being forced to sit still while a couple of teenagers wave a pair of scissors dangerously close to their face.)

"Like so?" Alisaie says, taking Halima by the chin and turning their head. Alphinaud makes a humming noise.

"It's not bad. Maybe if we-"

"There's not much left to work with there-"

"I learned to do these braids back in-"

Hallima zones out again. The kids will either figure it out or Hallima will just have to go bald for a while. Not their favourite look, but it wouldn't be the first time.

(Hallima has more than enough money to pay a barber. Spends gratuitous amounts of it on weapons and armour in fact, but old habits died hard, and old habits insisted that money was to be spent on necessities only.)

"There!" Alisaie announces, grinning and proud, prompting Hallima to return to reality. "What do you think?"

Hallima looks into the mirror, and is surprised to find it's not terrible. Much shorter than initially intended, but that had been a forgone conclusion before the twins had even so much as made their appearance. Tight braids run in parallel waves across the sides, which Hallima has to turn their head to see clearly around their horns.

"They're supposed to stay in without needing to be redone every day." Alisaie says. "Though knowing our lives I'm not sure how true that would be for you."

"It looks great." Hallima says, with a genuine smile. "Thank you."

"You're most welcome." Alphinaud answers for both of them. "I'm still surprised though. Did you really hate the ponytail that much?"

"No, actually." Hallima shakes their head. "But with how things have been lately, I've barely had time to get my armour on sometimes, let alone deal with things like putting up my hair."

"I did notice you'd been leaving it down more often lately." Alisaie says, thinking back.

"And it was getting in the way." Hallima sighs. "I don't know how Estinian does it."

"And yet your makeup is always perfect." Alphinaud's tone is teasing.

"You can thank Aymeric for that, actually." Hallima chuckles, opening a drawer to reveal a wide number of small jars in a rainbow of colours. "When we left Ishagard he got me these enchanted paints as a parting gift. They're made to stay days at a time before needing to be reapplied. Much like your braids." Hallima nods to Alisaie.

"I think I've heard of these." Alphinaud leans over the drawer, taking in the array. "They're quite expensive though, even for Aymeric this many must have cost a pretty gil."

"Oh the first set was only three colours. He sends me new shades every couple weeks or so. I think there were eight waiting in my mail after we got everything sorted out in the First."

"Does he now." Alisaie's tone and raised eyebrow imply a great deal, which Hallima resolutely ignores.

"Still, these are only meant for the lips." Alphinaud interrupts whatever Alisaie might have said next. "That doesn't explain the eyeliner."

Hallima blinks.

"What eyeliner?"

"Wh- you mean to tell me that's just how they look?"

"Yes?"

Alisaie tugs on Hallima once more, and they try not to fidget as they stare down a very intent young elezen.

"Yup it's not eyeliner, they really are just like that." She pronounces. "You lucky bas-"

"Language." Alphinaud primly reminds, to which Alisaie pokes her tongue out at him.

Hallima feels themself smile, and then laugh in truth, a much needed lift to their mood after... everything.

They catch Alphinaud's gaze lingering over the frankly absurd number of coloured bottles, and has an idea.

"Considering how long those last, I have no idea how I'm going to get through them all. Would you like to help me?"

"Really?" Alphinaud is somehow surprised (he should know better by now, honestly), while Alisaie positively lights up in excitement, diving into the drawer and sifting through the colours like the kid she is.

"What have you got in red?" She asks, already pulling bottles out and setting them aside. Hallima's grin grows.

"Well, if you're sure..." Alphinaud hesitates a single second more, and then joins his sister with equal enthusiasm.

Hallima makes a silent (suckers) bet with themself that he picks some shade of blue.

#zero editing we're writing and posting and dying like lahabreah #flight's making things again #fanfic #fanfiction #ff14 #ffxiv #alisaie leveilleur #alphinaud leveilleur #still working out hallima's character voice a bit but its comin along i think #hopefully.

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miffurii · 2 months

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OH MY GOD A TNX WRITER!!!!! IN THE WILD!! the tnx tumblr content drought is so real thank you so much literally you are going to be a lifesaver 🙏 and this is such good timing because. the jang hyunsoo thoughts have been insane lately. i just need to share these with SOMEBODY because they're driving me insane ㅠ

i don't know if this is just a me thing but. hyunsoo is so fucking hot when he's angry it just makes me feel so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 in all of the game/challenge content he always gets annoyed with the others so easily and the way his face looks and how his tone changes !?!!!?! even if it's in like a playful manner the thought of it drives me crazy like. i want to get him pissed off on purpose just to see what he'd do to me 😵‍💫 i want him to take it out on me pleasepleaseplease ㅠㅠㅠㅠ he's usually such a sweetie and so nice but i want to make him mad at me and hear him say the meanest things about me in THAT VOICE!! (don't know how to describe it but best example of all this in general is the move era mafia dance video @ 10:35 good god 😮‍💨) i'd let him do what he wants to me until he's satisfied.......

i have quite a lot more thoughts to say the least. mostly about him but hwi and junhyeok have been so 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 lately you know. i won't put all of that here because this is long enough already but maybe ! someday ! once again thank you for writing for tnx you're like a god among men

hi 🍰 anon!! i’m so happy you shared this.

i would love to hear more about your thoughts on hwi and junhyeok bc this is amazing!!

this just brought something ferral out of me & i can’t even put it into words 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 but i’ll try..

hyunsoo using his s/o in every and any way he can as a stress relief is such a vibe. grunting and moaning in their ear saying dirty things about how much he loves being stuffed inside her pussy. !stressed/angry pussy drunk hyunsoo would be such a blessing. him incoherently saying how much he loves using her like a toy and a stress relief & how much he loves her cunt😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 also going on to say “i love how slutty you become whenever im fucking you so good you can’t even remember your name.. all your little head can think about is my thick cock so deep in that pretty pussy of yours..” “my slut.. my beautiful cock slut..” 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 omfg!!!!! i need him so bad😭😭

#miffuriiᶻz #miffurii’s ask ᶻz #tnx hard hours #tnx smut #smut

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oddlittlestories · 18 days

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So I just saw a Dexter gifset about him “not having a next level” and the reminder of how his empathy was handled vs. empathy & ethics in Woe.Begone slingshotted me into ✨Meta Brain Space✨ come into my Meta Danger Circle ⭕️

Disclaimer that I haven’t watched Dexter in a WHILE and I don’t remember a lot of specifics. Also I get a bit critical of Dexter here, so if it’s your fave ever, you might just skip this meta post and go listen to Woe.Begone instead bc I think you’ll like it.

Spoilers ahead.

I’ve tagged it too so you can go blacklist it if you don’t want Woe.Begone spoilers from s1e1-4.

Okay okay so Woe.Begone handles empathy in such such such a cool way. The main character, Mike Walters, tells everything in retrospect in a detached manner, describing how he was terrified / sobbing / etc. *at the moment*. It’s actually impossible for me to tell whether this character has low empathy or atypical expression of empathy.

Like when the challenge is to kill a pig:

goddamnit! I don’t wanna kill a pig! I mean, I know, I eat meat, specifically pork, and so I’ve just been outsourcing this exact labor for my whole life. I’m a hypocrite if I’m willing to let suffering happen as long as it’s just outside my eyeline, but f-fuck it! I can be a hypocrite. I’m worse shit than that all the time. I’m a liar, I’m a bad friend, I’m a shitty podcaster. Just throw “hypocrite” on the heap, it’ll fit right in.

This isn’t a perfect example but you can see how he has a detached approach to his own flaws that I’m not sure I’ve ever seen in a character.

In episode 2, he talks about himself. How he is with people.

[Mike:] I’m not always the best guy. I remember on my freshman floor in college, a new friend was on the phone with her parents, and she was talking about everyone she had just met. When she got to me she said,

MIKE [electronic voice effect]: “There’s the dude, Mike. He’s pretty cool. He’s not nice, but…”

MIKE [normal voice]: Woof. I’d like to think that I’ve done some self-reflection since then but have I really? I tend to bulldoze over other people and their needs and problems more than I should. And more than I would like, I would add. I don’t always like myself and I definitely don’t like when I figure out that I’ve done this. So, this could just be my reputation finally catching up with me… Or it could be WOE.BEGONE.

This feels so incredibly ND to me, especially paired with the flat tone he uses in the show (it’s not monotone, in fact it’s quite engaging, but it IS flat, you should listen to it if you haven’t)

And the show REFERENCES DEXTER. When Mike cuts off his own arm, he puts up plastic sheeting, because his main real reference for the brutal gory IS Dexter.

He decides to do horrible things for the sake of the game bc he decides he wants to win. He reminds himself that a person’s life is more important than feeling embarrassed.

And he goes on a (gentle) rant about how Dexter is a ridiculous show and the only reason he doesn’t get caught is because the PD in the show is ridiculously incompetent.

But having a show make deliberate parallels between Dexter and the MC by making the MC reference the show (even if not referring to the character). And it’s a show ABOUT a clearly ND person, possibly low empathy, deliberately making both ethical and unethical decisions (by his own framework). HOLY MOLY IT’S GIVING ME THE BRAINROT

Mike unpacks the ethics around half the things he chooses to do. He cares about other people but sometimes verbally logics himself into empathy (in a way that’s often unclear to me—is he speaking that way because he doesn’t know how else to express what he feels? Or because he doesn’t feel it and has to logic himself to the moral decision?)

In some ways you could almost read Woe.Begone as a counter to Dexter. Because Dexter, too, does terrible things with (usually) an ethical framework. He explicitly lacks empathy. He’s handed the moral framework and the narrative pretty much uncritically says “he was always going to be a serial killer. so what was he going to do with that?”

And in Woe.Begone, Mike’s motives are complex. Messy. A little bit of empathy here. Curiosity there. Desire for power in the corner. Fear of consequences looming over him. He wasn’t always going to do Woe.Begone. He makes a deliberate decision. Both for every challenge he completes (as far as I know, I only just finished episode 4). And for the game as a whole. And it’s not about being good, and he claims he’s actually a kind of shitty person. And yet to me he feels like a better person than Dexter so far. Or, at least, less hollow. Filled to the brim with his own internal world.

I’d have to rewatch some Dexter to do a full cross-comparison meta, and I might. But I’m absolutely fascinated by what feels like deliberate narrative comparisons here as Dylan Griggs writes more or less a death game about what I read as a low/atypical empathy character.

#woe.begone #wow.begone spoilers #spoilers #dexter #woe.begone meta

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charrfie · 4 months

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I have a few!! 7 and 9 for elle, 20 and 23 for zee, 25 and 34 for azuramenth, please! I know that's quite a few, so you don't have to answer them all lol I'm just so curious

"You don't have to answer all of them" OKAY WELL I DID SO TOO BAD!!!!!!!!!!! Sticking these under a read more bc its very long. Since it is SO easy for me to get carried away when talking about my ocs

7) Elle's favorite animal? Why?

This is a tough one, it's not really something I've dived into yet! I think the strongest answer I have for this at the moment is bears. She admires their strength and ferocity while also finding their appearance very endearing; it's a nice contrast. I'll think about this some more!

9) Elle's favorite and least favorite foods? Is she a picky eater/does she have dietary restrictions?

I havent picked out a favorite/least favorite food for elle yet but I can at least tell you about her eating habits! She's not so much a picky eater, at least not ideally. She loves to try new foods and likes a lot of stuff! However, she ultimately has to shoot a lot of stuff down though due to her stomach being very sensitive. She feels sick very easily (whether thats due to a food being rich/heavy, not having the right texture, or just being too much food in general), so as a result she's very peckish.

20) Can zee drive?

Short answer, yes, zee can drive. She's a very skilled pilot of any vehicle. But while this is something she can do, it's not like she has a car of her own. As far as I know cars don't exist in the raposa world unless the creator or hero personally draws them into the world, so they're not really regulated/common? She would much rather traverse on foot anyway, even if they were common.

23) How would you describe zee's voice? Can she sing?

Zee's voice is fairly gruff. It falls at a fairly low octave and she often has some degree of vocal fry going on, whether talking or singing. She's loud!!! And as for speech patterns, she exaggerates her words a lot to make her point, both in tone and volume. She enjoys humming more than singing, but she does sing every now and again, usually while she's out at sea or doing something boring.

25) How good/bad is azuramenth's hearing and eyesight?

Extremely interesting question!!! Warning you ahead of time, this question is going to have a long-winded answer since it delves into some general species info that I've worked on before, namely that of angels and demons since Azuramenth/Azurael has had experience being both. For context, angels and demons aren't so much an elusive, ever-changing thing in the world of a businessmans cult, but they're actual defined species that share similar traits. Granted, a species mortals don't know anything about (or at least most of them!), but a species regardless.

Angels do not have the ability to hear. They communicate strictly through the transferring of information, which can be a bit tricky to define in a concise manner. Think of it this way: when an angel wants to communicate with another angel, said angel they are "talking" to will suddenly come to know the information as if it is simply fact. If conversing with a mortal, while the mortal speaks aloud, the angel will read their thoughts pertaining to the words they're speaking and will understand it in that manner. They converse vocally regardless, even if it falls on "deaf" ears. An angel's vision tends to be blurry due to their exposure to bright lights in their environments. To further this, the light they emit themselves shines onto the backs of their eyeballs, causing a mild case of blindness. They are completely blind in the dark as their eyes can't adjust.

As for the other side of this question, demons have an incredibly sharp sense of both vision and hearing. Their senses are much more grounded to reality than an angel's senses would be. They converse as mortals would. It should be noted that while their vision is extremely strong (much stronger than the average mortal), they have difficulty seeing in environments with a lot of light. This is largely due to how intensely keen their sight is, and light tends to be too sharp on eyes that sensitive. It's also worth nothing that not all demons have eyes and/or ears, but their other senses are heightened.

34) How would azuramenth describe herself?

If you were to ask her, Azuramenth would likely only define herself as a very blunt "strong" or "powerful." Maybe even "angry." It's difficult to get much else out of her. For this hypothetical though, if she didn't have as many walls raised, "hurting" would be another one. "Sorry."

#knawing off my arm after being asked about complicated species information ive come up with. i love talking about that shit #THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN THANK YOU FOR ASKING ALL OF THESE!!!!!!!!#laika answers #elle #zee #azuramenth

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cinset · 1 year

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pleasw write a fluffybradnero fic….. just them being cute and romantic and i’d also like it to be in an april fools au too bc there’s a lack of april fools brnr fics :3

ブラッドリーのアシストロイド。

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Nero was halfway through an apple when he heard keys jingling and a muffled “shit” as Bradley struggled with the broken lock of the apartment door. Nero did not walk over to help him. Eventually, the door flung open with a little too much force and slammed into the wall, adding to the already-prominent dent in the cream-colored wall.

“Hey,” Nero greeted, taking another bite of his apple. He was met with a glare from Bradley that may have, at one point, sent a shiver down his spine, but now just warranted a: “Rough day, boss?”

“Don’t give me that, asshole,” Bradley shrugged off his jacket and threw it on a nearby lounge chair instead of the much closer coat hanger. Nero would have given him a look had Bradley been in a better mood. Or any other mood, for that matter. “Y’know what Cain asked me today?” Bradley continued. Nero cringed. He had a pretty good idea of what Cain had asked him today.

“Not a clue,” Nero replied, deadpan. Bradley took a few steps towards him as if trying to intimidate, though both knew it wouldn’t achieve much. He put his hand on the counter, effectively boxing him in. Nero looked unbothered and took another bite of his apple.

“‘Hey, boss, have you seen Nero’s new tattoo? It’s real cool—it glows and everything!’” Bradley said, poorly mimicking Cain’s excited tone. Nero swallowed before answering, propping his arm that held the apple on the counter and gesturing with it.

“Ain’t my fault he saw it. ‘s a locker room, after all. If he’s lookin’ at me shirtless, that’s his problem, not mine,” Nero said flippantly, shrugging and watching the way Bradley’s eyes flitted over his face.

“Oi,” Bradley warned, leaning in real close, obviously unimpressed with Nero’s wording, “It is yer problem. Mine too.” Nero scoffed and forcefully pushed past him. They tended to get on each other’s nerves more often than not; Nero was easily riled up and Bradley lacked eloquence.

“What. You scared of losin’ yer job over me? Next time think twice before harborin’ an illegal assistroid,” Nero continued bitterly, annunciating his words extra clearly to make a point. He gestured at himself while Bradley turned around in an exasperated manner, following Nero with his sharp gaze. Bradley chuckled sardonically.

“My job? I’m on Figaro’s good side. ‘Sides, he’s too much of a coward to do anything. I know too much about what that freak gets up to,” Bradley explained, leaning back against the counter with an amused smirk on his face as he thought about the sorry excuse of a man known as Professor Garcia.

“Ain’t that nice. Then why’re ya so worked up about this? It’s Cain we’re talkin’ about, yeah? I love the guy but he ain’t the sharpest officer I’ve worked with. He doesn’t know shit, and we’ll keep it that way,” he said like it was obvious. Nero walked over to the trash can, disposing of his apple core while Bradley stared at the ceiling. He made a noise of frustration before standing up to his full height and blurting:

“I ain’t afraid of losin’ my damn job! I’m afraid of losing you, Nero.”

The only sound in the apartment was Nero’s quiet footfalls coming to a halt as he turned his head to look at Bradley and a clock that ticked incessantly in the background of every conversation. The semi-silence seemed to last an eternity before Nero started shifting around awkwardly and fidgeting with the rings on his fingers.

“…O-oi… don’t you get all sentimental on me,” Nero said in a voice just above a murmur, crossing his arms again and looking anywhere that wasn’t at Bradley. This is how it always was with them—they’d crawl into each other’s arms at night and speak not a word of it the next morning. They had never put a name to it.

“Shaddup and listen.” Bradley pushed off from the counter and took just a couple of long strides over to him. They stood in an awkward place between the living room and the kitchen. It was a small apartment. “I’m askin’ ya to be more careful,” he said, sounding more irritated than anything.

“Was there a request in any of what ya just said? Couldn’t tell,” Nero said softly with none of the bite from before. He was still looking at the ground. He needed to sweep. “I ain’t obligated t’do what you tell me, anyhow. I’m not yer typical assistroid you can boss around.”

Predictably, Bradley took Nero’s chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting his head and coaxing eye contact from him. He liked doing that. Bradley wasn’t all that much taller than him—only an inch or two—but from this angle, it made all the difference. Nero’s breath caught in his throat upon seeing his face up close, as it had a thousand times before.

“Work with me here. I ain’t gonna lecture you on why yer still in one piece and not off in a junkyard somewhere, but we’re a team, like it or not.” Bradley continued to stare directly into Nero’s eyes, and Nero found himself wishing he had a lesser processing system. “So I’m askin’ real nicely. Be careful, Nero,” Bradley said, uncharacteristically earnest. His voice was stern but full of affection.

Nero felt his cheeks heating up slightly and took a few steps back. Bradley let him go easily. Nero cleared his throat.

“Yeah.. alright,” he said sincerely after a brief moment of contemplation. “Guess I’ll go back to changin’ in the corner like a kid, lookin’ all nervous.” That made Bradley laugh, and the atmosphere in the room changed.

“Yeah. You do that. ‘N tell Cain to keep his damn eyes to himself, wouldja?”

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Nero woke the next morning at the same time he always did: 5:00 am sharp. It was something that had been programmed into all the police assistroids, and Nero had fallen into a habit of waking early before the Cardia System had been installed. Bradley relied on him to wake them every day and Nero had to do to rouse him was move around. But he was reluctant this morning.

Bradley’s hand was cold on Nero’s bare stomach. During the night, he had snaked his arms around his waist and pulled him close, tangled their legs, and reached under Nero's shirt to hold him tightly. Nero had remarked once that he was like a big, affectionate dog, unaware of how much space he took up.

Nero sighed contentedly, feeling safe in his arms if not somewhat coddled. It reminded him of how Bradley was so insistent on his distaste for assistroids, berating them every chance he could get while secretly caring for all of the discarded bots in private. He was one of them. The only one that Bradley had kept by his side. Nero was forever in the chief’s debt, but Bradley had never abused that.

The night that Bradley had found him, Nero was running for his life through the rain, having escaped Vollmond laboratories just about an hour prior. They were going to scrap him. He was too unpredictable, they said. Unstable. Bradley and a few other officers had found him and cornered him in an alleyway. He fought hard, but they managed to remove his mana plate in the end. Nero thought that was the end for him until he woke up in a shitty little apartment, soaking wet. Bradley had several bruises on his face that Nero felt quite proud of.

They’d forged some paperwork. Found an underworld mechanic to fix Nero’s ID. He wasn’t fond of the idea of having an owner, but his battery would be taken out for good otherwise.

“Ya wanna stay alive, rookie?” Bradley had asked.

“Yes.”

“Then you’re mine,” he had proclaimed.

Nero was Bradley’s assistroid. Legally. Kind of.

Nero was pulled from his thoughts by a groan from behind him and an arm tightening around his torso.

“I can hear you thinkin’ from over here. Yer interrupting my beauty sleep,” said Bradley, burying his head into the crook of Nero’s neck.

“Too bad. It’s time to get up, fucker,” Nero shot back, ignoring how low and groggy Bradley’s voice sounded next to his ear.

“Yer real cute, princess, but I don’t wanna. The force can survive a day without its chief, can’t it?” Bradley said, a shit-eating grin audible in his words. His breath was hot against Nero’s neck

“Like hell it can, Brad,” Nero said, prying Bradley’s arms off of him, standing up, and stretching. His sweatpants were rolled around his calves and his shirt was wrinkled. He could feel Bradley’s eyes on his back. “That whole place crumbles if yer not there.”

“Heh. I know that,” Bradley said proudly, sitting up on the edge of their bed, clasping his hands together, and laying his elbows over his legs. Nero laughed shortly.

“Bastard. I should stop feedin’ yer ego,” Nero said, pulling his shirt over his head and rifling through his drawer to find a clean one.

The blue lily crest on his arm glowed softly.

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#mahoyaku #bradnero #mahoyaku writing #bradley bain #nero turner #mahoutsukai no yakusoku #mhyk #writing #mahoyaku fic #mhyk writing

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HELLO OMG it's so very nice to meet you too! tapping mic, okay my thoughts on iwa are:

i feel like i have a strong strong moral obligation to mention athletic trainer iwa HIS FOREARMS???? his forearms <3 NEED I MENTION MORE??

AND HIS SMILE god his smile ESP IN THAT ONE PANEL

his smileee <33333

and then and then and then and then i think (i know) he'd be the type to soften his hard edges for and around you, the way he'd glare and shoot daggers at oikawa one second and then his eyes crinkle a little at the corners and the way his voice deepens but it's not harsh at all with you the next

when he places a gentle hand on the small of your back to guide you through a crowded place!!!!! when he shortens his stride just a tad so that you can walk at a comfortable pace!!!! when he looks at you with those eyes before holding your face in place to kiss your lips so sweetly (there's a reel i saw a while back that i think is so iwa coded - link: https://www.instagram.com/reel/CiNvcBNJf9a/?igshid=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==)!!!!

and i just know!!! i just know!!! that when he sits, he manspreads just a bit to where it's insanely attractive, his beefy thighs to his lean waist and broad shoulders :3 and when you sit next to him, he has his arm on the back of the sofa >.< please i hope you know what i'm trying to describe here T-T and then when you snuggle against him and his heart skips a beat but he shifts his body and is curling into your warmth too :3

oh and i know his forearms are the right amount of veiny that's so hot :3 there's no way i could forget that asldfasdlkfj

AND CAN YOU IMAGINE THIS MAN WITH TATTOOS??? goodness (like a simple one on the back of his neck asldfkajsdlf)

and how comforting and reliable he is :(((( bad day? no problem, he's got you, don't even worry

and i feel like he's such an acts of services person (just like me! lakdfjs) or like the really sweet gift giver, like walking by and seeing pretty flowers so he picks one to bring back to you or not forgetting to add your fav stuff in the shopping cart when you both go grocery shopping :(((( or when he when he aldfkasdflasdkf when he made a little diy something for you and he's so bashful giving it to you because he thinks it's so bad but you think it's so sweet

he's so beefy :3 i'm drooling

when he melts into your embrace as your scratch his scalp at that spot he likes best, when he kisses your neck trailing up to your jaw and down to your collarbone, when he pulls you into his lap just because, when he wears those black muscle shirts you love ogling him because he loves the way your face looks as you stare, when he teases you by revealing just a little bit of his stomach and toned abs

he's so husband material

idk if these are the thoughts you were looking for but these are the thoughts i have for this man i'm sorry it got so long alskdfakslj

koi i hope you know this took me to a whole new dimension of brainrot for this man.

tagging zuro anon & @augustinewrites + @itadorey in case you guys want to suffer with me

you are absolutely so REAL for mentioning his forearms koi like wtAFAFSFCSFC i have such a thing for forearms in general. but his? oh god his???! makes me a diff type of insane. the VEINY but right amount is so so REAL OF you koi. i think you're looking at them rn for u to know this.

AND HIS LIL SMILE OH MY GOD PLS. IT GETS ME EVERYTIME. so cheeky. so boyish like can YOU BELIEVE THAT MAN IS 27 THERE WTAFSDFGHSA.

oh my god koi you literally. I FEEL THE EXACT SAME WAY 😭 i honestly think hajime's rlly normAL around everyone except oikawa 😭 and it's rlly just bc they've known eachother for so long that they have their own personas around eachother 😭 BUT YOU KNOW. i think he rlly is really well-mannered otherwise 😭 and is actually sweet 😭 (maybe swears a bit here and there but never yells at you or anything 😭)

HAND ON LOWER BACK KILLS ME EVERYTIME. at the top of my liST OF SUBTLE INTIMATE GESTURES PLS. AND IT'S SUCH A HE THING TOO 😭 i think he actually is rlly considerate and thoughtful omf 😭 and those eyes... KOI U TOOK ME OUT FR 😭 THAT REEL HOLY EFFHSDBFSD im crying right now

my god the manspreading you get that so spot on too koi like. it's enough to be a manspread but not gojo levels or anything that it's bothersome!! and he absolutely closes em when he's in public spaces like trains!! also definitely offers seats to older people and pregnant women 😭😭 and rlly young children 😭😭 HIS RATIO. pls.

koi my nose is bleeding from everything u said literally LIKE ARM ON BACK OF SOFA?? SDHJBFGASDHJB the way it also is when he backs up the car. i am. i AM. how his heart skips a beat when you snuggle into him but he tries to play it off is also SO SO SO him i can't even oh GOD 😭

oh my god don't EVEN GO to small tattoos with him. oh MY GOD. i will GO INSANE KOI i am biting my FIST.

and how dependable and reliable he is is truly my downfall when it comes to him liKE oh my god. is literally running u a bath/shower the moment u get home 😭 i think he's absolutely the type to be so thoughtful in getting you these small things you mentioned to him weeks ago! restocks ur hygiene products for u i just know it. replaces the broken phone stand in ur car after noticing u struggle with it for the nth time this month. AND THE LITTLE DIY THINGS HE'D DO 🥹 oh bless him. i don't think he'd do it often and that's the whole point!!! when he tries to write you a lil letter (which u know is dEFINITELY NOT his love language 😭) but he knows u like receiving... and its all... his messy handwriting and decorated with like stickers u have no idea where he found ?? i don’t think it’s pretty at all but it looks like effort and every bit of the love he has for you. and he's so shy giving it to you too oH oH OHHH oh my god bLESS him i would marry him on the spot.

i think he's so into physical affection too 😭 really touchy tbh 😭 pda in the subtle ways but when you're alone together he's clinging onto you 😭 always wanting to touch you 😭 AND OMF the melting in ur embrace and scratching his scalp... SO REAL OF U KOI... the kisses... the pulling into lap... koi... KOI.... YOU 🫵🫵🫵 you are killing me rn. and how. u can still never remove the little shit in him that teases u like u said. with his damn tshirts. when he stretches to expose skin. oOOHHH HEEE.... HE... he KNOWS...... he's never showy/cocky with his physique to others but oW when it comes to you....

HE REALLY IS SO HUSBAND. HE IS SO.

do not apologise koi. these are definitely the thoughts i have of this man. i AM GOING INSANE BITING MY FIST. i also saw that u like oikawa (i love him too) and i think, like u said, i have an equal want of having iwa as my husband and oikawa as the father of my children 😭 they'd both be good at either but it's still just. THAT'S THE VIBES, u feel?

#sniffling crying at this koi GOD HELP ME #long post ahead #i can't believe this i am actually snifflin and crying #i LOVE IWAIZUMI SO MUCH #dear-koi #ask #rep #seiwa.🤍#i will also tag every brainrot ever w that now #ZURO ANON ARE U SEEING THIS RN 😭#nonie.zuro

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1, 2, 3, 6 for both of them?

1. if one of their friends was jumping on a bed and asked your character to join them, would they?

Both of them hard yes. Aktare Loves situations and would love to show off the new backflip meta she's invented. Rosencrantz hard "why not". He would probably eat shit immediately but he'd be fine so

2. would your character carry around a tiny bath and body works hand sanitizer? if yes, would it have a specific scent?

Rosencrantz would adore hand sanitizer for anything but he'd carry around a normal sized bottle I think and it would be unscented because he unironically likes it. His incense smells like licorice and disinfectant canonically so if you gave him actual hand sanitizer he would appreciate it. They put alcohol in a gel huh? That's crazy

Aktare however is definitely the target market for this but xe hates how hand sanitizer makes xer hands feel so while she would enthusiastically steal hand sanitizers with funny scents by the handful she wouldn't end up carrying any around

3. does your character paint their nails? do they wait for them to dry fully afterwards?

Aktare does when she gets xer hands on the material to! Xer nails grow quickly so when she's staying somewhere with access to nail polish xe can do it a lot. She is awful at waiting for them to dry though

Rosen doesn't do it on his own steam but Aktare wanted to prove xer skills so she painted his nails abt it because if anyone can sit there not using its hands for 5 hours it's Rosencrantz. It was a good day

6. what parts of your character’s voice/manner of speaking are distinct, if any?

Aktare I've actually not played at a table in a long while, and her voice I'm still kind of wrangling, but where I'm at with xer, I think the most notable thing is the range. In one man band fashion xer vocal range is quite wide (I think lower than mine– she can get down to at least a countertenor and up to a nice mezzosoprano), and while xer speaking vc is very bright and brassy, her singing or storytelling voice is much darker and fuller – it's very much a fundamentally different register like she's just making the sound differently bc xe learned that as a particular tradition. She gestures in a way that Looks very flamboyant and expressive but is also generally intentional/presentational (one of the big Gestures is lashing her tail against the floor or smth else, to get attention or punctuate a point); most of xer gestures are On Purpose as opposed to smth that just happens. She still does them when more relaxed (she finds it fun and it's not like unnatural just intentional + it helps xer get her point across) but also rocks/sways back and forth more and tenses/untenses up (actual stims). She also speaks w/ a cadence with Specific Emphases, so you can Follow her better, like a PSA with keywords bolded; this is both smth she uses/learned for storytelling and song and smth xe just uses in conversation.

Rosencrantz was always more emotionally subdued + had some degree of blunted affect, which became more pronounced after he died; it's mixed in with a dose of emotional blunting and of intentional apathy/detachment but even most of what breaks thru those gets blunted to varying degrees – this is most evident in body language (he's generally very still, gesturing very little and fidgeting not at all; all of his movements Look intentional and heavy/stiff. One of the only gestures he does for emphasis is Looking Over At You; again it's got a noticeable weight and clunk to it, almost rolling eyes or head over at you. Otherwise he tends to stare off into space, his drink, the floor, the opposite wall, etc) but also in tone. On the whole it just gives like he doesn't want to move unless he has a reason to, and he processes this as mostly "not caring enough" to vary his tone/pitch of speech, but were he to try to do so, he'd struggle with it

His speech cadence is also monotone w/ him not really pausing In sentences (at commas etc); this would make him hard to listen to/droning, but his sentences tend to be pretty short/to the point. Introduction script of "I'm Rosencrantz. I'm a cleric." is so iconic to him in particular I'd b remiss not to mention it; in general though he tends to drop words, especially subjects, except for emphasis

#I didn't actually intend to make them foils in speech . Anyway Aktare is very intentional in her conversation #But that intention is also factoring into appearing natural; Rosencrantz is the opposite

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troglobite · 1 year

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alsdfjkalskdj

i dislike being able to tell immediately the vibe of a rando guy just based on his voice and manner of speaking

i've been watching archived among us streams from a sweet lil youtuber and her friends & they start every stream by doing a pronoun circle around the table in cafeteria, they have silly little games, nobody can use particular strategies (lying abt being the scientist or engineer) bc those ppl always announce their roles, it's all silly and fun.

also she's terrible at being the impostor and consistently just stands there when her impostor teammate tries to get a double kill. lol

ANYWAY.

been watching.

watched one from august.

one of the player's had her fiancee join bc it was her bday! and i was like hmmm. he doesn't seem so bad. and indeed he was v pleasant! got everyone's pronouns right, had a lot of fun w it, even though he didn't really play w them all that much, he fit in nicely!

but then that same player later on had her brother join and the instant he spoke i was like. Nope.

he took the game really seriously, sounded irritated w ppl, got annoyed when they explained and joked abt how they play the game, and messed up a few ppls' pronouns (and nobody corrected him, making me think maybe they had been pre-warned he might, and they decided to just be like "okay" and do nothing abt it)

and literally i immediately was Uncomfortable just hearing his voice.

idk how to describe it.

that particular tone and cadence.

sounds "bored" but will immediately start an argument and take something very seriously, and not laugh along when you're goofing and having fun.

has the vibes of "eugh, this is why i don't play w girls"

he had a few moments of like, kinda playing along. but it was just very. like. yeah.

very uncomfortable.

and it was so immediately apparent from his voice. aksjd fhlashgajld heebie jeebies.

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zeldasnotes · 2 years

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS part 17

🪐masterlist🪐

These are my personal observations and not facts.

Cristiano Ronaldo and Kylie Jenner are the most followed people on Instagram and they both have Neptune in the 1st house which makes so much sense. A lot of people want to look like them. Cristiano also have Pluto in the 10th house which shows his dominance and ”it-man” image.

A lot of criminals have Lilith placements because its harder for Lilith dominant people to get a normal job. Doing illegal things is also a form of revenge towards society for outcasting them.

The fact that Gordon Ramsey have Pluto, Mars, Moon and Uranus all conjuncting eachother in Virgo(The most critical sign) makes so much sense.

Moon conjunct Nessus means that the person with this aspect might have been emotionally abused by the mother and their female relatives.

Mercury conjunct Nessus can have a very deep tone to their voice and might struggle with abusive thoughts.

Sagittarius in the inner planets gives amazingly beautiful legs😍

Some people with a lot of placement in the 4th house are very proud of their country. I have a hard time relating to these people because I have no Cancer energy at all in my chart so I dont understand the ”patriot” mentality. I honestly dont care about my country at all I just see myself as someone from planet earth, and thats probably bc of my Moon in the 11th. (Not saying its wrong to love your country)

Saturn in the 2nd house makes it hard to spend money on yourself, some of these people find it hard to buy nice things for themselves especially when it comes to clothes and self care.

People with Venus Square Neptune probably had to fight for their parents affection and love and felt like they had to be a certain way to be loved. This makes them drawn to people who they have to fight to be accepted by.

People with Mercury aspecting Pluto knows sooo much without saying anything.

People with Neptune Opposite Ascendant might lack self awareness and might see themselves as the opposite of what the are. Since their Neptune is also conjuncting they DC they could see themselves as what they like in others.

SYNASTRY:

Sun in the 1st house in synastry makes you respect eachother for the way the other presents themselves and their manners.

Mars 1st house makes you attracted to the way the person walks and their body language in general.

With Moon conjunct Pluto the Moon person feels like Pluto is the only one who understands them to the core.

Juno conjunctions in synastry makes the relationship very long lasting and you feel a sense of loyalty to eachother.

I know you shouldnt take synastry too seriously and a bad synastry chart doesnt have to mean the relationship wont work but if you see Nessus conjunct North Node in synastry you should run for the hills ive seen this in so many synastry charts when i checked famous murderers synastry with their victims. We have to be careful when we see what planets/asteroids others bring to our North Node because it will be the theme of the relationship.

12th house synastry makes you feel like the other person is always hiding something

Mars 8th house in synastry makes it impossible to not see eachother in a sexual way.

1st and 7th house synastry is great but it can make you forgive someone too easily. Ive noticed that I have a hard time staying mad at people I have 1st and 7th house overlays with. Especially when someone has their moon in my 1st house.

#astrology #astro notes #astro observations #astronotes #lilith #ascendant #lilith aspects #astrotidbits #birth chart readings

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cancerfairy · 2 years

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𝚃𝚊𝚞𝚛𝚞𝚜 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙲𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎

⌬ hates inconsistency!!

⌬ extremely loyal people

⌬ act calm and chill to others

⌬ will offer you food if they like you

⌬ will only do things if they want to

⌬ yes they're stubborn

⌬ give great advice and people usually always seek advice from them

⌬ can be kinda possessive but won't show it

⌬ literally cannot stop buying things

⌬ either they're good at saving or just blow their money super fast

⌬ look really good in hoop earrings (applies to all taurus placements)

⌬ they also look really good in gold

⌬ usually have almond eyes and square ish jaws

⌬ love to sing and listen to music

⌬ their playlists usually have love songs

⌬ these people can cook for sure

⌬ if they have cancer placements they might lean towards baking more tho

⌬ extremely creative and hardworking

⌬ they have an eye for detail

⌬ hard on themselves but won't admit it

⌬ they make others feel so comfy in their presence

⌬ these people usually have very big sweet tooths

⌬ some of them can be prone to diabetes

⌬ also these people either eat too much or eat too little

⌬ can be very picky with their food and textures matter a lot to them

⌬ usually have deepish voices

⌬ listen to music to deal with their emotions

⌬ sweetest and gentlest people ever

⌬ they're great friends

⌬ actual ride or die people

⌬ can be kinda greedy tho

⌬ these people are really funny too

⌬ if they have gemini placements they have a tendency to ramble

⌬ they don't really share much with friends but everyone shares personal things with them

⌬ speaking of that, they have a lot of secrets

⌬ can be perceived as mysterious or closed off

⌬ sometimes have trust issues

⌬ they usually have good and pure intentions

⌬ when they want something they stop at nothing to get it

⌬ h o m e b o d i e s

⌬ would rather watch movies than go out

⌬ theyre probably always sleeping too

⌬ theyre blunt and sarcastic

⌬ fashion. icons. just look at zendaya

⌬ otherwise they're usually wearing sweats or pjs

⌬ the type to rewatch movies and shows too much

⌬ also the type to play one song 500 times before they get sick of it

⌬ ALSO the type to eat one thing for a week straight then get tired of it

⌬ atleast they're consistent

⌬ they love jewelry and anything pretty

⌬ have a resting bitch face

⌬ usually have dimples or a beauty mark

⌬ might be curvy too (i've noticed the women are mostly pear or hourglass shaped)

⌬ the types to mind their business unless they have gemini placements

⌬ the type to read a book only bc it looks nice

⌬ they usually read romance & comedy stuff

⌬ like home cooked food more than fast food

⌬ most likely eat a lot of foods from other cultures

⌬ can get really scary when they're mad

⌬ usually have brown hair or curly hair (maybe both)

⌬ sometimes they don't like spending money on others :0

⌬ will put you in your place but generally people pleasers

⌬ self care is a must for these people

⌬ love to be taken to restaurants

⌬ definitely can be selfish

⌬ speak in a quiet tone and people might ask them to speak up often

⌬ can be great at managing their emotions but they're usually a wreck :p

⌬ they're actually great at managing other people's emotions tho

⌬ give the best hugs

⌬ very sympathetic and nurturing

⌬ likes to use emoticons rather than emojis

⌬ can be very helpful... when they want to be

⌬ otherwise they literally won't care to help

⌬ very prone to just turning a blind eye and minding their business

⌬ yet somehow always knowing other people's business bc they secretly like gossip

⌬ sensitive to smells so if you stink they'll know before anyone

⌬ speaking of smells they usually like sweet vanilla scents

⌬ get irritated by loud sounds or just sounds they deem annoying

⌬ either had mother's that spoiled them or were broke no in between

⌬ usually have great manners

⌬ you have to alert them 3-4 business days before inviting them out

⌬ kinda have raspy voices sometimes

⌬ such good listeners.. probably the best honestly

⌬ really good with pets and plants

⌬ don't really go out much (unless they have like a fire stellium) but they like to look at nature

⌬ might be into photography

⌬ will notice the little things about you

really just exposed myself here.... but i hope you feens enjoyed c:

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spenciegoob · 3 years

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A Special Kind of Man

this fic swap is for @safertokiss ... I really hope you like it, emma bc this was so fun to write lol

A/N: OMG! this is a part of my first fic swap and the first time I’ve done something like this with so many people, it’s been so cool.

Summary: Spencer Reid was a virgin, you knew that. What you didn’t expect however was how much he was really holding back.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warnings: loss of virginity (spencer), mommy kink, penetrate sex, unprotected sex, creampie

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Word Count: 2.4K

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I always knew Spencer Reid was special, and sure, everyone he’s ever had a conversation with would look at this 24 year old kid spewing facts that no human would think to ever learn about, stockpiling knowledge about, well, everything. I’m sure he amazes people with his mind, I too am amazed when he opens his mouth and the exact number of a certain model Ford truck that is bought every year falls out.

But what else I knew about Spencer that made him more special, more worshipable was beyond anything anyone outside our closed doors would know, and my god would I ever be a fool if I didn’t do just that; worship him.

I would have continued to believe that somewhere down the line, someone would have been smart enough to give that man every piece of love and attention he deserves, because let me be perfectly candid, Spencer was beautiful. His jawline that never lacked the tension of holding back every nugget of knowledge he had stored in that beautiful brain of his, and the eyes like honey that stare up at me with an innocence and desperation alike every time I straddle his lap.

Spencer Reid was not only worth worshipping, but he believed that I deserve that kind of dedication and preach as well.

I never did quite ask if he was a virgin, but in the back of my mind I always knew he had been surrounded by blind fools his whole life in the way he grasped onto my body and whimpered in my mouth every time I perched myself onto him. He would never go further than heavy petting, which meant neither did I. Spencer may be worth worshipping, but I would never push him to receive such.

So, when we found ourselves entangled once again, my legs spread to wrap around his hips as he sat perched against the back of the couch, and I felt the coolness of his hesitant fingers snake their way under my shirt, I was surprised into pulling away from the heavy kiss we were sharing. Immediately his hands, that initially sent a chill hurtling up my spine only to fill me with warmth, returned back to my waist over the shirt, scared that he had done something wrong.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” he whispered, looking down and rushing through the words with so much embarrassment and fear of my reaction as if I could ever imagine tantalizing or walking away from him.

“Do you want to?” I asked, and personally thanked whoever was listening that Spencer Reid was a profiler, because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t hide the lust in my eyes, or the breathiness to my voice. He had, unbeknownst to my partner here, left me having to take deep breaths and positively buzzing. Like I said, I always knew he was special.

“Put my hands under your shirt?” Came his reply, and I may have never been a profiler, but I could hear, behind the confusion, fear of my rejection plaguing his mind.

“Yes,” I whispered, my lips grazing his cheek where I placed a soft kiss. Spencer’s grip on me tightened as I moved towards his ear, subconsciously pulling my hips down onto him. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.”

“You!” The exclamation was a shout mixed with a gasp once I sunk my teeth into his ear lobe. At first, I had not thought to take Spencer’s words so seriously. We were in the heat of the moment, hands grasping onto one another and lips finding skin, but then my sweet boy pushed me far back only so he could look in my eyes with the confidence of a man who just won the lottery to state. “I want you.”

There were multiple things I took note of when looking down at Spencer. The first being that he had only taken his eyes off of my own in favor of glancing down at my lips, then back at me before raising his eyebrows in silent question. The second was that he had not stopped squirming underneath me, the hard on trapped in his work slacks having to be uncomfortable by now, and the every few seconds he found friction against my own clothed center could not have been helping as much as he needed.

The third, and final thing I noticed buried deep into blown pupils and wide, boyish eyes was the lust, desperation, the need for me the same I held for him. Spencer Reid wanted nothing more in this moment than to show me he was a good boy, a special boy.

“Are you sure?” I barely got through the last word before Spencer started nodding. “I need words, pretty boy.”

“Yes,” his tone was already breathy, and we haven’t even started. “Yes, please. I’m ready.”

I didn’t wait, grabbing a hold of my sweet boy’s cheeks and bringing his face down to meet our lips. The kiss was slow, passionate of course, but I wanted to take my time with him. The way I see this going is spending carefully calculated time on every part of his body, worshipping him and giving him all of my love in the form of soft bites and deliberate touches. Spencer Reid was handing me all of him, and I would be foolish not to return the favor.

Spencer and I were not going into this blind, because no matter how embarrassed he got, we somehow ended up having a very enlightening conversation in the past, even if at first it had started as a joke.

“Not everything Freud has said in his life was completely untrue,” was what started the argument. Spencer, in his oh so need to discredit the behaviorists and psychoanalysts of the past, jumped at the opportunity to prove me wrong, but I wasn’t going to let him this time. “While he may have gone about it the… wrong way, Freud was onto something.”

I had unbeknownst to Spencer got up from my seat, and was quietly tiptoeing over to him. “You don’t agree that you wouldn enjoy calling me Mommy in bed, pretty boy?”

“I-I um…” Is what ended the argument.

I pulled back, admiring his swollen lips and eyes fluttering open before pulling my shirt over my head, giving Spencer a full view of my now bare chest. The only way I could describe his face was similar to what I would imagine someone’s expression would be if they had made a groundbreaking discovery. His eyes grew wide and his jaw went slack in surprise, plus he didn’t hesitate to shift his gaze to my breasts. I could feel his hands loosen their grip on my waist, fingertips itching to move up my body to feel more of me.

“Can- can I touch them?” He whispered, not taking his eyes off the body part in question. Spencer was still looking at my chest in awestruck, and I would be lying if I said it didn’t make me feel the same way I thought of him.; beautiful, worshipable, special.

I nodded my head, grabbing onto Spencer’s wrists where his hands still remained at my sides and slowly dragged them up to chest. There was no more hesitation, he pressed his palms onto my breasts and grabbed them, pushing them together before kneading them.

“Oh my god, they’re s-so soft” he gasped, eyes blowing wide.“I w-want you. Please, M-”

Spencer stopped himself, and I could feel the muscles in his body tensing at the accidental slip of the name I so desperately wanted to pull from him now that I knew he felt the same about it.

“What was that?” I hummed against him, starting to softly grind our aching centers against each other, eliciting the sweetest moans from the sweetest boy while he continued to palm my breasts.

“Please. Mommy, please.” And there it was, my title for the evening and the reason for the growing wetness at my core.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” The buttons on his shirt were harder to undo than I would like to admit, his fingers that have moved on to tweak my nipples pulling my concentration and causing me to moan quietly as I worked. Eventually I accomplished getting his shirt open, and he helped me to push it off his shoulders and off of him.

I ran my hand down his chest, relishing the whimpers falling from his lips and my featherlight touch traveling further to the waistband of his pants.

“Bedroom,” I whispered, attempting to remove myself from his lap in favor of moving this party to a more comfortable place than the couch. Spencer had other plans.

“Wait,” he shouted, grabbing my hand and pulling me back down on top of him. “I-I like it here.”

“On the couch, pretty boy?” It wasn’t that the position we were in wasn’t feasible, but this was Spencer’s first time. I wanted to make it as special as I could, starting with an actual bed.

“I want to be close to you.” If his words didn’t pull at my heartstrings, the way he looked down instead of in my eyes again did.

“Okay,” I agreed, and it was the truth, because the warmth spreading through me at the feeling of our bodies pressed so closely together was intoxicating. Spencer went to go unbutton my jeans, but I stopped him. Not because I didn’t want them off, but because he hadn’t realized that my plans for him included him sitting there and looking pretty like he always does. “Let me take care of you, sweet boy.”

I finished the job Spencer had started, getting up to unbutton my jeans and pull them down my legs. I heard him gasp at the sight of me now in only a pink thong before reaching out and making grabby hands at me. Instead of sitting back on his lap, I sunk to my knees on the floor, repeating the process on his work slacks and stripping him down to his boxers.

“Is this okay?” I asked, running my hands up and down his thighs in the most soothing manner. He responded with a hard nod and an ‘Yes, Mommy,’ shifting his hips closer to my hands in hopes that I would touch him where he craved the most. What kind of person would I be if I didn’t give him what he wanted. I didn’t use my hands, however, lowering my face to where there was an evident wet spot of precum on his boxers and placed a gentle kiss through the fabric on the tip of his dick.

Immediately his hands shot out to grab onto the sides of my face, forcing me away from his member to look up at him insead.

“I- I’m not going to last long like that,” he whispered. “Please, I need you, Mommy, please.”

I stood up, returning to my position perched onto his lap and smashing my lips to his. This kiss was much different than the ones we’ve shared previously, it was rushed, uncalculated and heavy. Tongues fought against each other and I caught his little whimpers in my mouth every time our cores rubbed against each other.

I grabbed onto the waistband of his boxers, asking one last time if he was sure. When I got his permission, I pulled them down to reveal himself to me, and my god was he beautiful. The tip was red and leaking precum, and I used my thumb to gather some and bring it to my mouth. Spencer’s jaw went slack again, watching me suck his cum off my digit and not taking my eyes off his own. I shifted once again to hover over him, pulling my panties to the side.

“Are you ready?” I asked, grabbing his hard cock and readying the tip to my entrance. He attempted to buck his hips up and enter me, but I continued to tease him by rubbing my wetness over him without entering just yet.

“Yes. Please, Mommy.” I sunk down, reveling in the way his eyes grew wide and his hands shot up to grab onto any part of me. Slowly, I inched down, feeling the stretch he provided and we both were moaning at the feeling.

“Is this okay?” I asked once more, getting a nod and a gasp at the feeling of me around him in return. His hips were trying to buck up into me, but I wouldn’t let him, lifting up slowly and slamming back down to the hilt.

“Oh my god,” he praised once again, screwing his eyes shut and panting. I picked up a rhythm bouncing on his cock with feaverish intent, neither of us were going to last long, both of us hypersensitive to each other.

Spencer opened his eyes, and couldn’t find where to look. He started with my breasts bouncing in his face with my increased speed, and moved on to where our bodies met, watching himself disappear into me. Lastly, he stopped at my face, finding me already staring down at him with my mouth agape and mewls escaping me.

From there we gazed into each other’s eyes, Spencer not holding back any of his sweet moans and gasps that sounded like garbled versions of my name. The knot in my stomach tightened further when I shifted slightly and felt his tip graze my sweet spot. He must have been close to, his hips thrusting up softly to meet my own in an attempt to chase his high. I reached down to rub my clit, wanting to fall off the edge together.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” he panted out, and I clenched around him at the sound of him whimpering. “Ah- ah ah, Mommy please!”

I increased the pressure on my clit, the coil in my stomach reaching its end when I shouted “Cum with me, pretty boy.”

Spencer’s hands gripped onto my waist with bruising pressure as we reached our highs together, crashing down with a shout of each other’s name as I felt his cum cover my pulsing walls. The feeling was indescribable, extending my orgasm and milking him for everything he has.

I slumped forward, resting my head against his sweaty shoulder as we attempted to catch our breaths. Spencer’s arms wrapped around me fully, pulling me closer to him and nuzzling his face into my neck, the sentiment making me smile.

“Are you okay?” I asked once our breathing returned to normal and the cloudiness of my post organsm brain melted. He just pulled me impossibly closer, laying kisses on the expanse of my neck he could reach.

“I’m more than okay. That was- that was-”

“Yeah, I know.” I giggled at his awestruck tone, mimicking his movements and nuzzling deep in his neck, breathing in his sweet scent.

Like I said, Spencer Reid was a special kind of man.

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bluexiao · 3 years

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When you couldn’t sleep

➜ Character/s: genshin boys; reader

➜ Word count: 556 words

➜ Theme/s: fluff. domestic. self-indulgent.

➜ Note/s: it’s like almost 3am here and i still haven’t slept. a friend of mine asked me for help in farming domains and now i can’t sleep:) this is purely self indulgent and sorry if they’re incomplete & it’s kinda short bc i’m so hungry i have to basically sleep so i wont have to go downstairs to eat oof. also this is my first time writing kazuha i hope it fits well hehe

ALBEDO would already know before you even could say it. He had observed those actions and mannerisms before. Whenever you couldn’t sleep, he knows you were quite energetic, sometimes rigid, and there are times that there is this specific aura within you that he himself couldn’t explain, but he just knows and feels it’s there. He already knew beforehand that he should give you what you need to help you sleep. May it be a cuddle, a mug of hot milk, or anything that would usually help you. He’s a pro at this, there are times you wouldn’t even realize at times that your mind is too preoccupied to sleep.

CHILDE makes you laugh. Yep, he makes those corny jokes and even try to do pick-up lines (are those a thing in genshin? maybe who knows) just to make you laugh or giggle. His logic will be to distract you from other thoughts and also to tire you out, just so your body would force your mind to drift to sleep.

KAZUHA whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He may not look like a talker but he knows when words are needed and how to use them quite well. I really think he has a very nice voice, pleasing to the ear and very sleep-inducing honestly. “The night sky is beautiful, don’t you think? I’ve never thought I’d see it with more adoration when I’m with someone.” or “Let’s go back to the fields of Qingce Village, do you want that?” come home pls

VENTI brings out his lyre immediately and plays a gentle tune for you, or even just by his simple hum or singing, whatever you prefer usually, really. He doesn’t need sleep so he can be like your own personal background music. He wouldn’t stop playing or singing until you’ve finally settled down into deep slumber and he also makes sure that the air around you is fresh or cold, so it’s easier to sleep.

XIAO reprimands you to sleep since “Mortals need to sleep, unlike us adepti. If it helps, I’ll be here to guard you.” and “You need not worry about anything. Cast your worries tomorrow instead.” with a kind of harsh tone, but that’s only the first few times since the more he comforts you in his own way, the more comfortable he’s getting with it. Don’t get him the wrong way because even if his tone is harsh, he’ll be more soft to you and will maybe even initiate a cuddle since he’s too focused on helping you than his own flustered state.

XINGQIU distracts you. He may even read a book for you, but he mostly just distracts you from your thoughts with a few of his teasing maybe, or he may even recall memories of your last few dates, much like Kazuha. He’s kind of romantic in a fictional sense, I think, since he does like reading books. He’ll know what to do when you’re having trouble sleeping.

ZHONGLI brews you your favorite tea, or if you don’t like teas, maybe milk, or any sort of refreshment and even food that you take to help you sleep. He also distracts you with his stories and he’ll even lay you down on his chest as he begins another story whilst caressing your hair until your eyes drift into slumber.

#genshin x reader #zhongli x reader #childe x reader #xiao x reader #venti x reader #albedo x reader #kazuha x reader #xingqiu x reader #genshin drabbles #genshin x you #zhongli x you

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amerrierworld · 3 years

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Such a Messy Affair

this is not a request it’s just me getting this idea out of my head bc I literally can’t stop thinking about Lady D and I can’t get any other work done unless I finish it so here ya go, surprise fic!

Summary: Letting Alcina drink your blood is... messy to say the least

Characters: Alcina Dimitrescu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,896

Warnings: vampire sssssssssmuttttttt, bath sex, biting, blood drinking, blood kink (you know how it is), possessive!Alcina but she is a softie. PSA: don’t do this in real life I beg you

Offering your own blood for your monstrous lover instead of her cutting through the servants like butter seemed an easy solution at first. You figured, with her pristine and noble behaviour, it’d be a quick and simple activity to do every couple days or weeks. She’d let you recover, eat some food, and maybe spend some time ravishing you while you rested on the bed. That sounded nice.

And sometimes it was like that. Sometimes it was a couple of drops, and she was fine. Sometimes you could still stand afterwards, and there was only a dull throb in your neck for a few hours.

But you hadn’t realized what your offer really meant. You hadn’t exactly seen how Alcina would feed on anyone else, and thus you weren’t prepared for one of the first times where she really, desperately, needed to feed.

It was late one night, and though Alcina barely ever slept, she would always come see you and spend time with you even if it meant she wouldn’t stay to slumber by your side. She had been out and about with her daughters, and when she got back she spent more time in the wine cellar than usual.

You were waiting up for her patiently, but your mortal body didn’t like that, and you had almost drifted off to sleep when the door slammed open. Alcina looked pale, nearly sweaty, and downright feral as she stared at you from the doorway. You knew immediately that she was hungry.

You had barely offered her to drink your blood when she had stumbled into the bedroom, golden eyes flashing red, and you were pushed back onto the mattress, her whole body covering yours in a flash.

You squeaked in surprise as she tugged the collar of your shirt down, smoothing your skin with a trembling hand before pressing her fangs into the tender flesh without hesitation. Before, she’d stab you just a little, leaving a surface level cut, and then suck the wound. This time, she pushed even deeper, mouth growling and moaning against your skin. Your head swam as you felt her draining you.

Then she pulled away, suddenly, and the deep puncture wounds kept oozing blood. Usually, she’d spend her sweet time licking up the last few red streaks, but something told you she wasn’t interested in that tonight.

She yanked the shirt even further down, ripping the fabric, and then her teeth sank into your upper arm, taking you by surprise. A sharp ‘oh!’ escaped you, and Alcina grunted in approval at the sound. Your fingers twitched as they started to feel tingly and she managed to compose herself enough to pull away before your arm dried up and fell off entirely.

She straddled your legs as she sat up, chin smeared with blood and resembling her daughters more than usual. You knew she didn’t place all of her weight on you, because otherwise you would definitely die by being crushed. Instead, you felt her presence on you, a comforting heaviness that made your heart and mind woozy.

Alcina tugged off her gloves with her snarling teeth, and grabbed your waist, shuffling down to your middle and biting right through the fabric of your shirt just above your hip.

Her hands gripped your thighs, keeping them still, reminiscent of how she’d pin you down when she fucked you with her tongue, and you couldn’t help but squirm as something warm that wasn’t blood flooded your core.

Warm blood kept trickling down your neck and soaking the fine silken sheets underneath, but you were both too far gone to notice it. She didn’t drink as much from this wound as the other two, sucking lightly and laving her tongue over your heated skin, and now you really were turned on.

Your hand grabbed at her curled and styled hair, pushing through the dark locks to hold her head as you whined. You would have lifted your head to look at her, to see those hungry eyes stare at you, but you thought a movement that simple would still definitely make you pass out at this point.

You whined in protest as she pulled away, releasing your body, shuffling off of your legs. You heard her heavy breathing, saw her tall shadow in the dim firelight, and knew that in a few moments, the well-mannered, sultry-voiced matriarch would come back to you.

You were sticky down below, nearly embarrassingly so. You weren’t wearing pants, and your underwear was soaked, though now it seemed it wasn’t just the arousal that was staining it.

You raised a hand to your neck, tracing the sensitive and abused skin and pulling away to find streaks of blood along your fingers.

“Oh.. my..” you heard Alcina breathe, “I believe I have turned you into a bit of a massacre, dear one.”

You chuckled weakly, head spinning from blood loss and arousal, and you wished you had the strength to get up and fuck Alcina yourself, but your consciousness was slipping.

“I have to clean you up,” your lover began, hovering over you once more, tender hands reaching to hold you.

You shook your head, “n-no.. don’t have the strength..”

Alcina hesitated, but saw your eyes glossing over, and relented.

“At least let me stop the bleeding,” she murmured. You nodded, and barely registered her pressing fabric or bandages of some kind to all three wounds.

“Oh, I’ve really pushed you this time, didn’t I, sweet girl?” Alcina muttered apologetically as you laid there, limp and nearly asleep. You managed a near-drunken smile and raised your hands to beckon her closer, to hold you.

“Hmm.. don’t mind,” you replied. Her body dipped onto the mattress, tutting at the blood stains, and quickly removed her expensive dress so that you came in contact with glorious, soft and pale skin as she cuddled you. “Sleep?”

“Sleep,” Alcina agreed, and you drifted off.

When you woke up, the world was a little clearer again, and you felt refreshed. You still felt somewhat empty, and weak, but not as bad as before. You were still in the bed, and still covered in dried up blood, but the sheets were changed and you were lying on a large towel to catch any other drips.

“I was going to clean you up while you were sleeping, but I feared I’d hurt you,” Alcina said softly. You saw her sitting at the vanity, in a white silken bathrobe, brushing through her hair.

You sat up slowly, peeling the bandages off of you. The holes had closed up, and there seemed to be no infection, much to your relief.

“I must apologize, I don’t know what came over me,” Alcina said, watching as you inspected the wounds, “I just... I needed...”

“It’s alright,” you said, meeting her eyes with a sweet smile, “you haven’t eaten in a while, and you seemed to be so drained that.. well, I can’t expect you to not be.. ravenous once in a while.”

“Hmm,” Alcina sighed, tapping her fingers on her desk as a servant came in with a platter of food. She helped you sit up and placed it over your lap.

“Eat, my pet,” Alcina said once you were alone again, “you need your strength.”

“You’re not still hungry, are you?” you asked as you dug into the bread and meats you had in front of you.

“No, no,” she waved her hand in dismissal. Then, after a pause, “at least not for your blood, sweetling.”

You nearly choked on your food at the dark tone her voice had suddenly taken on. She stood up and sauntered over to the bed, her robe loosening enough so you could see more of her ample cleavage, but still left you craving more.

She sat down next to you, inspected your body, and her nostrils flared as she looked over the dried blood staining your skin. You kept nibbling on some bread, knowing you face must be flushed.

“You reacted... differently, than how you normally do when I drink from you,” she murmured, her low voice making you tremble. She had impeccable smell, and you knew she would have been able to sense your arousal when she had pinned you down and feasted on you.

You blushed, but managed to say, “you were very... insistent. Like how you are when we’re in bed, and I guess my body just...” you lifted a shoulder and shrugged to finish your sentence.

Alcina tilted her head in thought, and a wide, gorgeous grin took over her face, making you tremble underneath her gaze.

“I’ve had a bath drawn,” she said, switching the topic suddenly. “Let me clean you up? Please?”

You nodded before you even realized it, and she tugged you away from your meal, lifting you in her arms before heading into the bathroom.

She let you undress yourself, slipped off her robe and stepped into the bath, a loud, pleasured groan escaping her as the hot water surrounded her. You blushed, and hurried after her.

Getting into the bath was a workout in itself. You had to hoist yourself up and climb over the edge quite unceremoniously. Alcina caught you before you submerged into the water and let you climb into her lap.

Her finely manicured nails scratched along your scalp, helping ease the tension and making you sigh contently, leaning forward and letting your head drop on the tops of her breasts. A deep chuckle from her vibrated through you, and some of the water around you rippled with the motion.

One of the puncture wounds on your neck had opened up again, oozing a little blood. You only noticed because Alcina had pounced on it with her wicked tongue before you could react.

“I can always smell you so clearly when you’re in the bath with me,” she grunted, “every part of you. Your blood, sweat.. and arousal.”

You whined as her hands wrapped around you tightly, her mouth pressed against your neck. Your back arched, head tipping back, and you grabbed at her hair, now wet and silky from the water.

The blood was already washing off of you from the water alone, but Alcina kept her promise and grabbed some soap and a washcloth, rubbing along your body. Your eyes fluttered, your hips bucked, and you felt like drowning in her touch.

The blood was gone quickly, and the wounds didn’t threaten to drain you dry anymore, but Alcina kept washing your body with a gentle touch. She lowered her head to your neck again, this time pressing soft kisses until you trembled.

Determined not to let her have her way entirely, you yanked sharply at the dark tresses in her hair. You knew how sensitive she was along her scalp, and how much she enjoyed it when you pulled. Her head shot up in surprise and a strained gasp escaped her mouth.

You took the opportunity and lunged forward to kiss her on her lips, slipping your tongue inside with a vengeance.

A hand slid between your wet bodies and cupped your sex without hesitation, and you squealed, your legs locking at the sudden pressure.

Alcina began gently rubbing along your slit, the palm of her hand pressing into your clit, and you held onto her for dear life, gasping raggedly.

“Tell me how it made you feel, dear,” she hissed, “when I feasted on you, when I needed you.”

You squirmed, arched your back, bit your lip and whined as her fingers pressed a little harder, threatening to slip inside but not quite.

“I-I felt..” you began, gasping as her long tongue stroked up your neck to behind your ear.

“I felt.. like I was floating,” you tried again, “like I was swimming in.. in air, and- and you were the only thing grounding me.”

“Oh?” there was a teasing and light-hearted tone in Alcina’s voice, but her grip tightened and you knew she was enjoying this.

“W-with your hands..” you sighed, pleasure clouding your mind, “so strong and holding me down, so I wouldn’t float up all the way to space.. keeping m-me where I- where I belong. In our bed, in.. in your arms.”

Alcina snarled with lust, and pushed inside your cunt with three unforgiving fingers. You cried out, nearly screamed, as she began thrusting relentlessly. The water was already brimming the edge of the tub, and now it was spilling onto the bathroom floor with loud sloshes. You could barely hold on as you clung to Alcina’s neck, letting her one hand fuck you and the other grab your waist as she bounced you in her hold, because you couldn’t find purchase for you feet to move yourself.

She fucked you until you nearly blacked out, the rough pace and your still-sluggish brain making you limp in her grip. All you could do was whine and plead, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere you could reach.

With a sharp jab and a curl of her fingertips you came, unabashedly, all over her hand. You couldn’t smell your arousal over the flowery bath oils, but you knew she could, and her breathing was ragged in your ear as she slowly stroked your inner walls, feeling you clench around her.

You could barely catch your breath before her mouth was on yours, hard and sloppy, and you knew she needed release as soon as possible. But it was a bit difficult with the current position you were in. Going down on her would surely end in drowning and your arms were not long enough to reach under the water between her legs.

“Alcina..” you whispered, making her golden eyes focus on you intently. You snuggled a little closer, kissed her chest and practically climbed up her body to meet her gaze.

“Will you... will you touch yourself for me?” you asked, voice timid. Alcina stared into your eyes a moment, and you pressed on, “I wanna see you come undone. Like this. A-and I can’t.. you know.. reach.”

That made her smile a bit, and you brimmed with glee at the sight. Slowly, ever so slowly, her hand dipped underneath the water. First her fingertips would rub against her clit, you knew. They’d tease against the hood and her lips until she was riled up.

You wouldn’t be able to see through the bubbles and water down below, so you kept your gaze on her face. Watched the small lines that formed between her brows as they furrowed in concentration. Her eyelashes fluttering as she pressed a little harder, her lips parting a bit more as she breathed a little deeper.

You bit your own lip, and felt your cunt pulse at the sight. You knew then, when she was hot and squirming, she would ease the hood back and press directly against the sensitive bundle of nerves, making short, quick motions with her fingers until her hips began rocking.

You had seen it all, had delved between her legs with abandon, had used your hands until they ached, and your jaw until you felt numb. But this.. seeing her come undone, seeing it in her eyes and face.. It made you burst with love and lust.

“That’s it..” you urged as the water began sloshing again, and she began working the whole of her arm, “you look so beautiful, Alcina.”

She groaned deeply, head tipping back, revealing a creamy neck that begged to be sucked. If this was how she felt when seeing your throat, you could understand why she had barely any control when feeding from you.

“I’m yours,” you whispered as you leaned forward, kissing her chin and going down her neck, “only yours. I wanna watch you come, so badly, mistress.”

“Fuck.”

You smiled, looked up at her, and kept going, “to know that I make you feel like this.. I really am the luckiest human in the world, hm?”

“O-oh, little one,” she whined, bucking her hips, nearly throwing you out of the bath. You wondered how many fingers she had inside herself.

“Will you come for me?” you asked, sweetly, “will you come for your pet?”

“I just wanna make you feel good,” you purred, losing yourself in your train of thought as you pressed your face in her neck, “I just wanna be of service to you, my lady. Wanna please you.”

With a loud cry that was a borderline roar, Alcina’s arm tensed, fingers rubbing vigorously, and her hips raised out of the water and locked. You were raised out of the water too, and held on for dear life as tremors overtook her body.

You leaned forward and kissed her as she gasped and thrashed about. One of her hands grabbed the back of yoru head and pushed you as close to her as possible.

“Love you,” you mumbled as she fell back in the water again, her arm going limp, “love you more than anything.”

Her chuckle made your head spin, and her hands trailed up and down your back, like they did when washing you. She was still breathing heavily, but the lust and hunger in her was finally sated.

“You’re perfect, sweetling,” she whispered, raising your hands to her mouth and kissing along your palm. You instantly cupped her face and swiped your thumb along her cheekbone.

“The perfect little pet,” she sighed.

A/N: i saw a head canon somewhere that Alcina has a loyalty kink? Yeah I agree :) let me know if you like it~

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