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bugsbia · 8 months

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ʚ NSFW Alphabet with Scaramouche

ʚ BEFORE READING: Fem reader, Scara is pretty rough in this one since it's focused on Fatui era Scaramouche. Will probably also do a Wanderer and Kabukimono era versions. Also, to anyone who has sent a request, I will be getting to those <3

ʚ WARNINGS: Scara is distant and mean!! Just don't read this if you can't handle rough kinks<3

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

Scaramouche does not like his aftercare, he thinks it's another pointless human ritual that he see's no point in, human emotions are truly pointless to him, as is their comfort. He'd much rather just fuck your brains out then go back to do his own thing without a word being exchanged afterwards, truly you're just a toy for him to use when he can't hold back anymore, or at least that's what he tries to convince himself.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of your body)

He doesn't have a specific favourite, he just prefers whatever is most sensitive since he can use that to torture you. Whatever it is, your nipples, your thighs, even if it's your throat, he'll use it against you. He'll bite you, slap you, do whatever he can to watch you squirm beneath him.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)

He avoids cumming inside of you, he's not sure if he can get you pregnant since he's a puppet but he doesn't want to risk it. he doesn't need some sort of pregnancy scandal because that would not only tie him to someone but it would also cause problems within his job. But he'll gladly cum on your face, he can't deny the satisfaction he feels when he see's your fucked out face covered in his cum.

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

His dirty little secret is that he actually thinks your moans are like music to his ears, just so perfect that it drives him crazy, ESPEICALLY when you moan his name. It sends him reeling, he always ends up losing control and just pounding into you whenever you moan his name.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Experience is not something he has, he spent most of his life wandering around Teyvat as The Kabukimono which didn't exactly bring about a lot of chances for him to gain any experience. Truthfully you were his first, but he pretends you weren't, he doesn't want you to know something so vulnerable about him. So he'll continue on pretending you're just one of many girls just drooling over him, when in reality you're the only one he's willing to sleep with.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Nothing beats missionary to him, it's simple and not physically demanding but also gives him perfect access to you. He can easily reach down and choke you, tease your nipples or drive you crazy by tormenting your clit. Also means he gets to see all your reactions, every tear that may spill from your eyes, if you drool, he'll get to see it all.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious, he is dead serious. He won't catch him being goofy or silly, he's above such things.

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

Scaramouche is a puppet, he doesn't exactly grow body hair, nor does the hair on his head grow. It's all artificial, but if you expressed an interest in body hair then maybe he'd ask dottore about hair implants...

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Intimacy is not something he is willing to give, for now at least, sex is just sex. A way to release his frustrations and feel good after stressful days of working for the Fatui.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't really masturbate, why would he when he can always just drag you over? You're his well behaved slut, and he plans on taking advantage of that.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

One thing about Scaramouche is that he always wants to be above, above everyone, he wants to be a god afterall, and that doesn't change during sex. He will lose it whenever you worship him in any way, when you kneel before him and suck his cock like your life depends on it. He's your god, and you better act like it or else he'll find a way to punish you for sinning against him.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His office, he likes railing you in his office. He doesn't really like the Fatui and see's it as some big "fuck you" to them, to be fucking your brains out during his work hours, on the desk or the chair they paid for. It's too fun for him.

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

When you try act all defiant against him, act like you're not interested in having sex with him anymore. It just drives him to break you down, and he always does. He'll pin you down against the bed and pound you till you're a sobbing mess, begging for his forgiveness and confessing how much you enjoy having sex with him how good it feels when he fills you up.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Do not ever mutter an "I love you" to him during sex, unless you want him to stop mid session that is. He can't handle that level of intimacy yet, he's not sure he even fully understands love.

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

Giving and receiving, he doesn't care, either way works. When you suck him off he gets to watch you choke and drool all over his cock, gets to see you all messy and desperate. On the other hand he gets to drives you over the edge when he eats you out, he gets to lick and suck at your cunt till you're a sobbing mess. He loves the way you whine and cry when you're getting overstimulated.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough all the time, he has no time for sensuality and slowness, he doesn't care for it if it's in an intimate way. He will go slow though if it means torturing you and making you beg, that's an opportunity he cannot skip.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He likes his quickies, but also enjoys spending hours driving you wild, it just depends on his schedule. If he has a busy day then he'll pull you into an alleyway and have his way, or maybe he'll make you suck his cock from under his desk while he's working. If he isn't busy then he'll take his time with it, he likes watching you get desperate when he's taking a long time,

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Scaramouche does not fuck with risky business very much, he refuses to put his reputation at risk after he worked so hard for it. The riskiest he'll get is fucking you in his office, knowing someone might hear as they walk past, but he'll always lock the door. Hearing is all they'll get.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

As a puppet he has an absolute ton of stamina and you really shouldn't test that, he'll easily push you past your limits if you push his buttons too much. He wouldn't mind fucking you till you pass out, and he easily could.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own toys originally, but he ended up buying a few after coming upon you. A few vibrators he'll use on you while he fucks you, maybe a dildo he'll use to fuck your ass. He'll never let you use anything on him though, even if he knows it'll make him feel good. He won't let you have any control over him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

If you look in the dictionary his name would written underneath unfair because he will tease you all he can, he loves how you react when he teases you. When he calls you a slut and you whine, or when he slows down and watches you get frustrated.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He's not very loud, but he's not silent. He'll groan and moan quietly, but he'll do his best to keep it quiet since he doesn't want to embarrass himself.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Scaramouche would, without a doubt, using his electro abilities during sex. Pushing his fingers your clit and sending small zaps of electro against it just to see you gasp and whine at the sensation, maybe he'll zap your nipples too just to see you jump slightly.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Blessed by the gods (aka given by dottore) about 7 inches long and good girth. He's hairless by default as mentioned earlier, but will talk to The Doctor about it if you like hair.

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

His sex drive is a high, it's a rare time in his life where he gets to feel pleasure so he finds himself constantly wanting to go back and have his way with you whenever he can. It's too good to not do.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn't sleep afterwards, he won't be caught asleep by anyone since it's such a vulnerable position. He'll leave you to sleep in his bed and go do whatever he has to do.

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mncxbe · 2 months

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𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: reference post; @soullessfyodor here's my take on Fyodor with a guardian angel♡// ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: delulu, Fyodor's a bit manipulative + has a God complex, dubious relationship between them, possibly inaccurate biblical lore

he knows you're there, knows you exist. growing up in a religious family, he's always been told that his guardian angel was watching over him, making sure he was safe from any danger. but trying to interact with you never actually occurred to him

you showed yourself to him for the first time when he was around ten. he'd caught a terrible flu and his already weak body could barely handle it. so you did your job, you healed him and ever since you visited him more and more often

it was against the rules but what could you do? he was a quiet kid, a bit too intelligent for his own good and you just had a feeling that there was something wrong with him

your suspicions were confirmed once he started joining different criminal organizations. you tried to keep him on a straight path but there wasn't much you could do to change his resolve

"Don't worry, my dear angel, I am quite certain that the purity of my soul is untainted." he smiled as he packed his few belongings in a suitcase.

"I'm begging you, Fyodor. Don't go to Japan it's a bad idea–" you protested but he wouldn't have it.

"I'm not keen on using this argument but I am an adult now, angel. I can make my own decisions"

"You're still acting like a kid" you huffed, fluffing your wings, causing a few feathers to fall on the bed covers. Fyodor chuckled, gently seizing your chin "And you're still acting like my mother. There's no need for you to be so concerned for me"

ever since Fyodor moved to Japan to pursue his plans the relationship between you changed. Fyodor became more secretive, but you still didn't give up on your routine– every night, Fyodor played the cello for you or read you a few pages of his book. those were his little ways of showing you his gratitude for always being there for him

after a few months you could sense a deeper change. he barely talked to you about his plans and every time you tried to voice your concerns he deflected

"My, my, angel. I told you before there's no reason to worry about me." smiled the man, motioning you to join him in bed.

"I'm serious, Fyodor. I can't keep covering up for you. You're killing people don't you realize your actions have consequences for me? And for you too" Fyodor simply laughed, pulling you next to him as he traced the outline of your wings with his fingertips "Am I upsetting the higher ups?" You nodded and his grin widened. Cupping your face with his free hand, Fyodor brought you closer to him.

"Why should I care about that, my dear? After all, I am a God myself, aren't I?" Before you could reply Fyodor placed a kiss to the corner of your lips"You know I'm right."

"You shouldn't say such things"

"You've let so many things slide, angel, I'm sure you can excuse some mild blasphemy"

and you did let it slide, and other things too. there were many things he should've been sanctioned for but you swept them under the rug– no matter what atrocious things he did you still believed he was the sweet Fyodor you once knew

it didn't take long until you lost your place among the angels and were sent to hell. call it divine judgement, or karma, but covering Fyodor's endeavours for so long did have a consequence

as a fallen angel you could still come to earth whenever you pleased but for a while you avoided Fyodor. you were mad he was cruel enough to let this happen. all of this could've been avoided if he would've just listened to you

still, it didn't take long for you to return to him. after spending so much time together you couldn't just ignore him. especially not when you could hear him calling out your name through the endless night in hell

"So, my angel, are you getting accustomed to your new home?" he taunted, his lithe fingers dancing along the cello's cords, his music echoing through the dim-lit room.

"Don't you dare joke about that" you hissed "How did you find out in the first place?"

"I figured, since you stopped visiting for a while..." Taking note of your silence Fyodor sighed, putting down his instrument "I do appreciate your sacrifice, angel. Your devotion is truly remarkable"

You scoffed again at his words, feeling your blood boil "You should be ashamed of yourself. You condemned me to a life in hell."

"You could always come and live with me. You're more than welcome in my humble home" he said in a honeyed vocie as he got up from his chair and moved towards you. He kneeled in front of the futon you were laying on and held your hand. "My dear angel, forgive me. If what I doing wasn't this important I would've given up on my goals. But it can't be helped"

You sighed, running your thumb along his knuckles "Such important plans yet you cannot tell me anything about them."

"Of course not" he smiled "Not now at least, but one day will come when I'll tell you everything. Until then, you'll have to trust me."

You remained silent for a while, a heavy tension settling between the two of you before he spoke again. "You lost your God and your status, but I assume you still have your powers."

"You're correct"

"Then stay by my side, look over me like you always have" The man rose to his feet and leaned closer to you, his breath fanning over the shell of your ear "I can give you a purpose. That's what you need, right?"

"So you're asking me to taint my soul even more? To give up on my principles, on everything."

"You were already deemed a sinner, my angel. You've fallen. I'm offering you a way to rise back up– a new god, a new purpose." Striaghtening his back, he bowed, holding a hand in front of you. "So what do you say?"

You weren't stupid– it was obvious what Fyodor was after. He just needed your powers to keep him alive. You were just another tool, another pawn. But it was the best deal you could've asked for, so you hesitantly accepted his hand. Fyodor smiled, helping you up from the couch before he placed a tender kiss to the back of your hand.

"You and I, my dear, are going to accomplish great things together"

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justabrunettewhowrites-stuff · 1 month

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Can I request a smut for Xaden?(fem reader)😍😍 Idk hopefully I'm the first-I think? That requested a smut.Well,anyways.Just basically Xaden being jealous because reader spent training with Jack to get back at him for spending too much time with Violet.TY IF U DOOOO!!

'Jealous.Fucking jealous!'

Xaden Riorson x Fem!Reader

A/N:Just saw this in my rq's and even if u aren't the first,you are stil among the first to rq!i tried. Hope u like it but istg I can't write smut.Had this in my notes since 3 am and it's messy & sucky asf but anyways 🎀🎀

WARNINGS:SMUT!MDNI!!

You couldn't help but mock and provoke Xaden, your sassy demeanor fueled by a desire to assert your independence and stand up to his intimidating presence.You knew that by getting close to Jack Barlowe,the same insufferable fucking man whom Xaden despised,you were pushing his buttons and stirring up his anger,to get back at him for spending a bit too much time training with Sorrengail's youngest,as you called her. And sure enough,your plan worked. After the intense training session, Xaden's anger and jealousy bubbled to the surface.

With a fierce gaze that spoke volumes about his fury, Xaden grabbed you roughly by the arm and dragged you towards his quarters. The tension in the air was palpable, and you struggled against his grip, trying to maintain your snarky attitude despite your mounting fear. "Let go of me,you beautiful fucking asshole!" You spat, trying to keep your cool.

Ignoring your protests, Xaden shoved you into his room, slamming the door shut. The sudden change of atmosphere, the dim lighting, and the scent of mint, leather, and the mysterious citrus-floral mix enveloped your senses. He towered over you, his massive frame casting a shadow that seemed to swallow you Without warning, he pinned you against the wall, his hand tightening around your throat.Your heart raced,your breath hitched as you glared defiantly at him, daring him to make the first move.

"You think you're so fucking smart, don't you?" Xaden growled, his voice low and dangerous, causing your core to throb in anticipation. "But Jack fucking Barlowe of all people?If that fucker is what you consider to be better than me,that's where I draw a fucking line.You're mine." In that moment,you realized that he wasn't just angry - he was turned on.

Before you could respond, Xaden crushed his lips against yours, devouring your mouth with his own. His tongue slipped inside, dominating you with a brutal intensity that left you breathless.Your body responded involuntarily,your breasts pressing against his powerful chest, nipples hardening under the fabric of your shirt. The kiss was rough, demanding, a clear display of Xaden's dominance.You could feel his anger and lust seeping into you, even as it clashed with your stubbornness.

As your passion reached new heights, Xaden pulled away from you and began to undress you. He tore off your shirt, revealing your bra-clad breasts, the lacy material struggling to contain your perky nipples. Without hesitation, he reached out with his shadows, extending tendrils of darkness to trace circles around your erect buds.You cried out, your body trembling as the cold shadow touched your skin. The sensation was overwhelming, electrifying your nerves and heightening your arousal.

Xaden grinned wickedly, watching you struggle against his control. "Can you handle more?" he taunted, watching as your face flushed red.

Your eyes widened, unsure whether to beg for mercy or ask for more. Desperate for relief,you nodded,your breath coming in ragged gasps. With a flick of his wrist, he intensified the shadows, engulfing your nipples and sending waves of pleasure-turned-pain coursing through your body.You screamed in agony and ecstasy,your tears mixing with your sweat as your breasts turned a faint shade of purple from overstimulation.

Unable to resist, Xaden bent down and latched onto one of your tortured nipples, his teeth gently grazing the tender flesh.You moaned,your knees buckling from the unfathomable blend of pain and pleasure. He switched to your other breast, repeating the torment until you were nothing more than a quivering mass of need.

Finally, Xaden pushed you down onto his bed,your legs parting eagerly to receive him. He removed the rest of your clothing, leaving you completely exposed and vulnerable. With a wicked grin, he lowered himself between your thighs, his intense gaze locked on your dripping folds,enjoying her wetness and exposing her readiness for him. He leaned closer, savoring your arousal before lowering his head to lap at your sensitive entrance.

You inhaled sharply, arching your back as his tongue delved into your core. He expertly teased your clit, switching between gentle strokes and firm sucks, making you writhe beneath him.Your snarky remarks were replaced with soft moans and whimpers as you begged for release.Damn asshole,making you act like this,you thought. But Xaden had no intention of letting you cum just yet. Instead, he trailed his hands up your sides, cupping your breasts and kneading them roughly. As before, he reached out with his signet, causing another wave of euphoria to crash over you.

"P-please," you cried, voice hoarse from begging. "I...I can't take it anymore!"

Xaden chuckled, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, yes you can,love.You can take it." He cooed,before switching and smirking,speaking in a firmer tone. "You're mine, and I decide when you come." He kissed his way up your stomach, his cock rubbing against your swollen folds as he climbed onto the bed. Positioning himself at your entrance, he looked deep into your eyes, his expression a mixture of lust and dominance,the jealousy stil lurking at the surface though "No one knows your body like I do, and no one will ever fuck you as good as I do."

Drawing back, he admired his work - the glistening evidence of his skill coating his lips and chin. "Now, let me show you just how much better I know your body over anyone else," he growled, his voice rough with desire.

With a flick of his wrist, he called forth his shadow signet again, weaving tendrils of darkness around your nipples. The sensation was exquisite torture,your breath catching in your throat as you struggled to maintain control.The combination of pain and pleasure sent you spiraling,your eyes wide with wonder and fear.

"Please... Xaden," you begged,your voice hoarse and strained, but he merely grinned, his eyes gleaming with malicious delight. His fingers traced the outline of your body, the shadows shifting to follow his whims.

Without warning, he thrust into you, his girth stretching you beyond belief.You screamed,your eyes watering from the sheer intensity of the invasion. Xaden pumped into you relentlessly, each stroke claiming you deeper and harder than the last. Despite your struggles, he maintained a vice-like grip on your wrists, keeping you pinned to the mattress.

Your bodies slapped together, creating a rhythm that filled the room. Every time Xaden slammed into you,you felt yourself losing a piece of your resistance, slowly melting away under his assault.You were like an open book for him - physically, mentally, and now, sexually. And he loved it.He reveled in your responses,your body quivering beneath his touch.Your taste, sweet and intoxicating, fueled his determination to dominate you completely.

Your cries grew louder, punctuated by pleas for mercy and requests for more. He ignored you, focusing solely on fucking you senseless. His speed increased, his muscles flexing with each thrust, his cock sliding in and out of you, coated in a mixture of your combined fluids.

Your nails dug into the sheets, her surrender complete.Finally, Xaden couldn't hold back any longer. He growled, his body tensing as he came, flooding you with his seed.You collapsed beneath him, panting heavily,your limbs shaking from exhaustion and pleasure. You wers a broken, babbling mess,your pride shattered as much as your body.

And somehow, it was the most satisfying feeling he'd ever experienced.

As he lay beside you, still buried inside you, Xaden whispered softly into your ear, "You should never test my patience again,love.Because no one can fuck you as well as I can." You didn't respond,your eyes closed, tears stil streaming down your cheeks as rough arms,yet with a gentle touch,held you close.

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sarahmysweetie · 1 year

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rafe and y/n on their honeymoon!!! are you kidding me? he would spoil her rotten on that honeymoon! i cannot wait to see what your brilliant mind writes for this. i love you <33

Honeymoon

Rafe Cameron x Wife!reader

Hiii thank you so much for the request, i loved this idea and loved writing it so i hope you love it too<3

Warnings: just slight cursing

The taxi driver opens the car trunk and Rafe helps him pull out our suitcases. I put on my sunglasses to shield my eyes from the shining hot sun. I look at our hotel. Through the wide glass doors i see a receptionist greeting and checking-in the visitors. Rafe tips the taxi driver and i try to grab my suitcase.

"Nah i got it", Rafe says and grabs them both.

"You sure?" i smile and he nods. We walk inside and i immediately feel relief from the hot weather of Italy. My heels knock on the floor and i grab the hem of my dress as i step down the few stairs. Rafe is right behind me with our suitcases.

"You can go sit while i check us in", he tells me and kisses my cheek. I sit down on a comfortable armchair and Rafe leaves our suitcases next to me.

"Would you like some refreshment?" i hear and turn my head. There is a sweet lady with a tray full of drinks.

"Thank you", i smile and she carefully hands me one. She leaves and offers a drink to a couple that just walked in. I sip the drink. It tastes like fresh lemons. I look at my husband handling our reservation. It’s always been my dream to have my honeymoon in Italy. When we started to plan the trip, Rafe told me that he would be taking care of everything. First it was hard for me to not get involved and to not stress about the plane tickets and reservations, but then i learned to just trust Rafe and let him handle everything. I’m lost in my thoughts when i feel a hand on my shoulder.

“Third floor”, Rafe says, waving the key cards in front of my face.

Our room is large and spacious. There is a king size bed and an antique style balcony. I open the balcony door and step outside. The views are beautiful. I can see the pool below us, but when i lift my gaze, i see the beautiful blue sea. I feel Rafe stepping out behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist.

"You happy?" he asks while swaying us from side to side.

"So happy", i whisper.

"What do you wanna do now?" Rafe spins me around. I look at his deep blue eyes that remind me of the sea.

"I want to swim."

I change to my new blue bikini with golden details. I look at my reflection in the mirror and suck my stomach in.

"Nah don't do that shit you look great", i hear Rafe saying. I look at him through the mirror, taking off his shirt and looking back at me with only swimming shorts on.

"Why did i eat all that chocolate at the airport?" i groan and squeeze my stomach, looking at myself in the mirror.

"Cause you were hungry and you like chocolate", Rafe says as he puts his slippers on.

"You need to stop being so hard on yourself. You always look beautiful. Now, let's relax and have fun", he places his hand on my waist pulling me to his side. I look up at him and he pecks my lips. I smile and we walk out holding hands.

We decide to stay at the pool, the sea can wait. The beach is filled with kids running and splashing around and there is only few people at the pool so the decision wasn't hard. I lay down on a sun lounger, putting my shades on.

"You need sunscreen", Rafe says sitting down a lounger next to me, opening a bottle. I smile and sit up, turning my back at him. I feel his warm hands spreading sunscreen all over my back. I close my eyes as he massages my sore muscles. When he's done, i turn around and he squeezes the cream on my hand. I spread it all over my arms, legs and body.

"Your turn", i say and start massaging the sunscreen on my husbands back. I peck a kiss on his jaw when i'm done. We lie down on the sun loungers, but then i remember.

"Shit, i forgot my facial sunscreen inside. I can't use this, it will give me pimples", i sit up and take off my sunglasses.

"No, no, i can go get it", Rafe shoots up.

"It's fine you don't have to do everything for me" i resist and grab him by his arm.

"But i want to", Rafe insists and gently pushes my body back down. I sigh and smile, closing my eyes again.

I guess i fell asleep, cause i wake up to something touching my face. I open my eyes and see Rafe's face. He is spreading the cream on my face, carefully stroking my cheeks. I almost start laughing. He is spoiling me rotten.

"Shh, don't laugh, i don't wanna get this in your mouth", Rafe smiles, looking focused. I obediently close my mouth, trying to control my expression but still smile.

"Don't think this would taste pretty good", he mumbles under his breath.

"How did i manage to fall asleep in that time?", i wonder.

"It took me pretty long, i also got us drinks", Rafe passes me a red drink with a straw.

"Thank you sweetie", i reach my hand and grab it. Rafe smiles as i sip the drink.

I'm not sure how long we spent at the pool. We swam and lied on the loungers, until Rafe said that we should probably head back inside.

"Why?" i ask as i stand up and wrap my towel around me.

"We got a dinner reservation at seven", he answers me.

"Really? Where?" i start getting excited. I grab Rafe's wrist. He is the one who always wears a watch, i always forget to. I slightly bend his arm and my head to see the clock from the right angle. 5:30. I'm glad that Rafe remembered to give me time to get ready.

"You'll see where", Rafe grins.

"Not you keeping me on my toes", i smile and look at him, trying to read his face. He just shrugs his shoulders, looking smug and proud.

"Can you zip me up?" i ask and turn my back to Rafe. He sweeps my hair over my shoulder and zips up my red dress. He buttons his button-up and then we leave. He told me that the restaurant wasn't far away and i wanted to walk. I hold Rafe's hand as we walk down the street, the air slowly cooling down.

"Here we are", he says and holds the door open for me. I walk inside to the dimly lit restaurant. There is some people eating and chatting, but overall it's very quiet and atmospheric. We walk to a man who greets us smiling.

"Hi, a reservation for Cameron", Rafe says. The waiter browses a list and then puts it down.

"This way sir", he says politely and shows us the way to our table. Rafe pulls me the chair and i sit down smiling. There is pretty flowers and a li candle on the table. The waiter hands us menus, and we thank him.

I ordered my favorite dish. We chatted while we waited for the food, and now we're eating in a comfortable silence.

"Thank you for taking care of everything", i say after a while. Rafe looks up at me and smiles.

"I wanted you to have a fun, nice honeymoon", he says and cuts his steak.

"It's only the first day and i'm already ready to live like this", i laugh.

"At least we still got a week", he smiles.

"But to be honest Rafe, i would be happy everywhere with you", i tell him and he grabs my hand over the table.

"Me too. I really love you, i hope you know that", he squeezes my hand.

"You've made it pretty clear", i smile and look into his eyes.

"And i really love you too."

We are lying on our hotel room bed, my leg draped over Rafe's body. My eyes are closed and my head is resting against his chest.

"I'm really happy to be married to you", Rafe whispers.

"Me too", i say and his hand tighten around my body.

"I had really fun today", i lift my head and kiss his cheek.

"I'm glad that you did. All i want is to make you happy", he says in a sleepy voice.

"You make me so happy", i whisper. Rafe lifts my head up from his chest and presses his lips to mine. I wrap my arm around his neck and place my other hand against his cheek. His hand is in my hair, the other one holding my waist. I could drown into this feeling. I try to put all the love i feel for him in to this kiss, make him know what i feel when i see his face, what i feel when his hands touch me or when we breathe the same air. The kiss becomes more intense and I throw my leg over his body, breaking the kiss for a second, gasping for air before he pulls me back in. My hands go from Rafe's face to his shoulders and back. I feel his hands on my waist, then on my back, and then everywhere. I lose my surroundings as i melt to his touch.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #obx #obx rafe #rafe cameron fic #rafe cameron imagine #obx x y/n #rafe cameron x y/n #rafe cameron fluff

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katsukikitten · 1 year

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now you’ve got me thinking about reader giving husband bakugou a handjob in the car after their cutesy little date, and he’s just fucking throbbing because of the ring on your finger while you stroke him………..

SCREAM YOU GET IT BISC

The entire date is easy, domestic, just shared talk about plans for tomorrow or gossip you picked up while scrolling on your phone during the drive over.

As per tradition you both order something different just to split the portion down the middle and share the other half. Although fair shares in dessert is different, Bakugou makes his cut smaller knowing how much you love sweets while he cares for spicy. Giving a cocky smirk but his eyes are that of his soft smile, really taking you in as you dance in your chair from the first bite of the overly rich chocolate dessert.

So by the time the two of you get to the car he doesn't remember his little tease. He was only half joking but there were times he's man handled you into the back seat to bend you at painful angles to finger fuck and lick you in.

He gets the passenger door for you and leans down to give you a kiss before he rounds the car while you bite your lip.

Maybe this time you'll catch him by surprise.

Letting him get half way down the road before your left hand slips onto his thigh. Nothing new, it's very innocent considering it's a habit of his you picked up. Gripping the others thigh just for comfort.

But what is new, least while he's driving, is your manicured claws dancing up the inseam, tracing the outline of his cock while he glances down at you in a glare.

"Oi, princess. Don't start what ya can't finish."

"Oh I know I can finish this." Your voice is sultry and sinful, no where is your playful tease before you stop. No,no you continue. Teasing him until his painfully hard under his nice dress slacks, angling yourself so that he can get a good view down your shirt, pushing your tits together with your arms as you slowly undo his zipper.

"Sweetheart." He gives a warning bite that you don't heed. Pulling him from the confines of his pants and boxer briefs, the tip weeping silvery pre.

Your thoughts of hand job quickly go to head before Katsuki is fisting your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

"Remember what happened last time baby?" His voice a mix of concern and agitation. Like he wishes he didn't have to be the voice of reason but putting your life in danger, a second time, wasn't worth cumming down your throat. Besides he could have you on your knees for him any time.

"Well..." You flash your ring at him, knowing he often looks at it before pouncing onto you, wrapping your pretty hand around his cock to give a teasing pump, "How about this?"

His groan is his answer and he slowly releases your hair, forcing himself to focus when he knows you're going to end up edging him for the better part of the hour.

Changing your pace exactly how he likes and gripping him just right. Making sure your ring is facing him before you lewdly let spit drip from your tongue to his cock for more lubrication.

His eyes flutter and he groans again, forcing himself to focus even as your cute hand jerks him off at 85mph. Increasing your speed when you see him bite his lip knowing he's close before his hand grabs onto your wrist tightly, leaving you gripping at the base of his cock.

"Don't make me cum." He pants, sweat on his brow and hair a mess from how he pressed his head against the car seat, yet still he looks as if he's in charge. Smirk on his lips, malicious gaze in his eyes,

"Cause I gotta make sure I stuff my wife full tonight." He leans closer, eyes still on you before he whispers in your ear, tapping his ring against yours in the same rhythm he was fucking you in earlier.

"Then I can lick my wife clean til she begs me to stop."

This time you know he won't forget his teasing remark because this time it's more than a threat, it's a promise.

#kitten chats 🖤🐈‍⬛#kitten writes 🖤🐈‍⬛🖋️#bakugou smut

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samethstarrart · 11 months

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My "Silver the Whenhog" design has been circulating, so I made a little ref sheet for anyone who wants to draw him. Also got some bonus lore below!

Silver's transformation is unrelated to the circumstances behind Sonic's Werehog form, so there are quite a few differences.

Silver won't explain the details to anyone, but it seems to have been caused by a time travel accident. Fixing it is his top priority and he's gradually getting more distressed about it over time.

While Silver does grow slightly, most of his additional size is fluff. His hands and feet get much larger and his tail grows longer and fluffier like a fox's. He still has quills, but they are covered in a soft, downy fuzz. This shift in proportions makes his movements more clumsy.

Silver's transformations are not affected by daylight cycles, but are instead impacted by the position of the moon. He transforms approximately every 6 hours and has some control over when it happens and can delay it for up to a couple of hours. He has a pretty good sense of when his next shift is coming and will plan around it.

Silver's emotions grow more extreme. When he's happy, it's the best day of his life, when he's sad he's completely devastated. He's more argumentative and can be impulsive, territorial, possessive, and jealous.

His powers are greatly boosted, but his focus is poor. With his PK he can handle large objects with ease, but he can't concentrate on moving multiple objects at once. He also will drop anything that moves, like people, robots... or himself.

He doesn't have complete control over his time travel ability in his Whenhog form and sudden changes in emotion will cause him to shift back to the beginning of his current 6 hour cycle. It seems more common when he's hurt, scared, or surprised. This can trap him in time loops during stressful situations.

#2023 #fanart #Sonic the Hedgehog #Silver #Ref

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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 1 year

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Wedding Day - Rooster

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw / Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: Mentions of Pregnancy, Third Person POV Focused on Rooster, Reader - only description is that reader is a woman, No Use of Y/N

This work, all of my other works, and my entire blog are 18+ Only.

Summary: It's Bradley's wedding day and he can't wait to see his wife.

Master List

The Bradshaw wedding was a very long-awaited event for everyone involved. They had been engaged for about three years now, but there was a very good reason for delaying the actual wedding itself for so long.

And that was the arrival of one Caroline Bradshaw, who just happened to be born roughly nine months after her parents actually got engaged. So, you can do the math. They certainly did when they found out about their little surprise.

But the wedding was finally here and they were finally going to get married.

Rooster, dressed in his dress whites, followed the photographer’s instructions and stood on the end of the porch, facing the ocean. They were already at the ceremony venue, but Rooster had not seen a single second of his fiancée during the entire morning.

But now it was time for the first look and he couldn’t wait to see his fiancée in her white dress.

He didn’t want to spoil anything for himself. He always walked away or made some noise to try and change the subject when anything about the wedding dress was talked about in his presence. But ever since he found out that Hangman somehow already saw the dress, Rooster was antsy.

After all, she was going to be his wife. Not Hangman’s. And not anyone else’s either.

“Alright, you can turn around,” the photographer called out.

Rooster turned around, expecting to see his soon-to-be wife standing there in all her glory, but instead his eyes dropped down to the little girl in a blush pink dress trotting towards him. He let out a stunned gasp and bent down to greet his daughter.

“Hey, Baby,” he cooed, pulling his daughter in for a hug. “Oh, you look so pretty in your dress. Can you do a twirl for Daddy?”

“Yeah!” Caroline called, jumping around to show off her dress.

“Aw, you’re so beautiful in your dress, Care,” Rooster praised, picking her up and setting her on his hip. “Did you get ready with Mommy?”

Caroline nodded, playing with the medals pinned to Rooster’s dress whites. Rooster, even though he assumed that one of the bridesmaids was going to have a problem with it, pulled his hat off his head and placed it on top of Caroline’s before pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“How’s Mommy doing, huh?”

“Good,” Caroline held out, grabbing Rooster’s collar to steady herself. “But it’s a secret!”

“A secret?” Rooster repeated, causing Caroline to nod furiously. “Oh, well, I don’t want you to get in trouble with Mommy.”

“Nope!” Caroline agreed, to which Rooster laughed and pressed another kiss to her cheek.

“You’re so pretty, Baby,” Rooster praised his daughter again. “You ready to walk down the aisle with all the petals like your Aunt Penny showed you?”

“Yeah,” Caroline giggled as Rooster nuzzled his nose into her cheek.

“God, I can’t wait to see your reaction on her wedding day,” Hangman commented, walking up to the father and daughter.

“You say that again and I’ll throw you in with the sharks, Bagman,” Rooster replied, dead serious as he hugged his daughter protectively to his chest.

“Noted. So, there’s a small change in plans. There was some issue with the dress and the future Mrs. Bradshaw needs some more time to get ready, so you’ll just have to wait until the actual ceremony to see her.”

“Is everything okay?” Rooster asked worriedly.

“Penny told me that everything is under control and I trust Penny, so I’m sure it’s handled.”

“Alright,” Rooster agreed, nodding along. “Well, then we better get to the ceremony.”

Thirty minutes later, Rooster stood at the front of the chapel, waiting patiently for his fiancée to arrive and walk down the aisle. Caroline already did her part and was happily sitting on Maverick’s lap, playing with her small bouquet.

But then the bridal suite started up and everyone rose to their feet. The doors opened and Rooster took one look at his soon-to-be wife and immediately started bawling. Holding a hand over his mouth to try and stop his lips from wobbling, Rooster couldn’t help how his body shook with absolute joy as the love of his life walked down the aisle to him.

The dress was everything that he pictured and more and frankly she could have been wearing a table cloth or a potato sack and he still would have married her right then and there with no questions asked. And when they locked eyes and he saw that she was smiling at him, hell, he nearly melted into the floor right then and there.

“Hey,” she greeted him softly, taking his hand and stepping up.

“You’re so beautiful,” Rooster choked out, absolutely radiating love and joy.

“You don’t look too bad yourself,” she joked, trying to not burst out into tears herself.

They managed to get through the ceremony without too many more tears, even after Caroline trotted up with the rings. They held hands and faced each other with glowing smiles as the officiant finally declared them as a married couple.

“I know declare you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

And Rooster didn’t waste any time in gathering his wife—that’s right, his wife—into his arms and planting an emotional kiss on her lips. If he didn't pull back with a matching shade of her lipstick, he was going to be disappointed in himself. Cheers echoed around the chapel as the newlyweds pulled away from each other.

Waving at the crowd of their friends and family, the newlyweds made their way back down the aisle, holding hands and absolutely radiating joy. While their guests headed to the reception hall, the two of them posed for some more wedding photos.

“So, there was a problem with your dress this morning?” Rooster asked his wife, who smiled softly.

“Oh, yeah. I had to wait to get into it.”

“Why?”

“Well, I had to wait for my maid of honor to return with some pregnancy tests and—”

Rooster whipped around to face his wife with wide eyes. He nearly tripped over the grass and went tumbling, but she held him up, just like she did when she told him the first time.

“You’re serious?” Rooster asked her, holding her hips and sliding his hand around to her belly that wasn’t even there yet. “You’re pregnant?”

“That’s what the tests say,” she told her husband—that’s right, her husband.

And the wedding photographer made sure to get plenty of shots of that series of happy, tear-filled kisses for their wedding album.

#top gun: maverick #top gun maverick #top gun fanfiction #bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster #bradley rooster x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader #rooster x wife!reader #rooster fanfic #bradley bradshaw imagine #bradley bradshaw fanfiction

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annymation · 5 months

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I changed the song “I’m A Star” to fit with my rewrite of Wish

Soooo yeah… I don’t have any song writing background so please be nice 😅

But I’m pretty proud of how it turned out. Think of it as “You Never Had A Friend Like Me” kind of song but sang by Star Boy from the concept art to Asha, explaining to her he’s there to help her out, but he can’t exactly make her wishes come true just with the snap of his fingers, because her wishes can only come true through her own actions

Hope you like it!

Lyrics in orange are said by Star ⭐️

Lyrics in purple are said by Asha 💜

The song has the same rythm as the original, but I recommend listening to the demo when comparing

I’m A Star (rewritten)

[Verse 1]

Have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

Or blow dandelions in the wind? Asking them to better your chances

Why throw a coin down a well? Knowing well that's no spell?

Things passed down generationally, to you (yes, I hear)

And to some unbelievers those are simply fallacies

But have you ever wondered why you look up at the sky for answers?

[Chorus]

Well, you don't have to look too hard

I'm here for all your question marks

If you're tryna figure out just who you are

Don't look far

In the sky, and your front yard

In your heart and in the scars

If you really wanna know just who you are

You're a star…

[Verse 2]

What! You just said YOU'RE a star! Uh-huh

Well, yeah, but you're up to par

Cause' while I do bring that sweet magic intervention

Only you can reach your own desti-nation!

See I'm more of that lil voice that suggests

Whenever you don't know how to handle all your quests

So even though I can't do the work for you

I can sure always help

You get it through!

[Verse 3]

A wish is a dream that comes from your heart

See, I’ve dropped in just to do my part

With my magic I'll make that dream go just as planned

But I'm sure that by now you already understand:

My wish coming true, depends on me?

EXACTLY! huh

[Chorus]

For you don't have to look too hard

It's all around and not too far

If you're tryna figure out just who you are

You're a star

Do you know you're a work of art?

Even in the deepest dark

If you really wanna know just who you are

I'm a star!

[Verse 4]

Some say that's just too ordinary

Like us stars just ain't necessary

Cause’ I’m no genie legendary

Granting wishes one, two and three

Well friend, just between you and me

I think I'm more fun cause, you see

I'm here to guide and make you believe

YOU can write your origin story!

[Chorus]

You don't have to look too hard

It's all around and not too far

If you tryna figure out just who you are

You're a star

No matter where you end or start

We're both each other's counterparts

If you really wanna know just who you are

I'm a star (Wooh)

[Post-Chorus]

Ooh, I'm a star

Watch out world here you are (Hey, hey)

You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?)

Me, I'm a star! (Wooh)

Oh, you're a star

Watch out world here you are! (Hey, hey)

You know who's lookin' sharp? (Who?)

You! You're a star

[Outro]

Ha-ha-ha, wooh

Yes, wooh

Ah-ha-ha, ho-ho

I had a lot of fun experimenting with this song! Please do send suggestions on how to improve it if you have any. Also I’m curious, if we had gotten Star Boy, who do you think should voice him?

#disney wish #wish asha #wish star #wish #disney #song rewrite #wish concept art #Spotify #star boy #wish 2023 #disney wish star #wish star boy #wish rewrite

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teecupangel · 6 months

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i know you have so much on your plate rn but i can't stop thinking about Ezio-era Baker!Desmond and the shenanigan layers of ✨intrigue✨ going on with Ezio and Leo thinking he’s Giovani's bastard, and Maria inviting him to the villa on a whim ’cause she thinks her kids (and Leo) like the pastries, and Desmond misinterpreting absolutely everything because that boy is a Wreck™

what comes of it, tho?? is Desmond trying to alter history more than just pre-inventing exotic baked goods? is he already having to dodge assassins around Italy while trying to protect the Auditore family, getting on Giovani's radar and spooking him ’cause he can't figure out what branch he's from? or is Desmond holed up in his bakery trying very hard NOT to change anything ’cause hey he’d already saved the world he’d like to not fuck things up bad enough to have to do it again?

does Giovani catch a glimpse of him at some point (either just in the bakery or while Desmond’s out being assassin-y), and instead of thinking he looks like himself or Ezio (since this would be before Ezio gets the scar), thinks he looks eerily like the statue of Altaïr? as another layer of shenanigan, he could come to Leonardo with the idea of time travel but thinks that Desmond is from the PAST rather than the FUTURE, and Leo spends the whole convo trying not to blurt that he thinks/knows Desmond is GIOVANI'S kid

just. the confusion of this au speaks to me, since it’s ALMOST crack-y but also these fools are canonically FOOLS, and i love the way you blend angst with shenanigans. im also shippy at heart, so would love to see your take on that in this au if you have the time 👀

(thank you for reading, i hope you're doing well! 🧡)

As long as you guys are find that your asks are getting answered a month later, I’m alright with adding more to my plate XD (just to be clear, this is a first-in-first-out basis for both asks and replies/reblogs and I’m only about to clear Oct 13 XD)

The original Desmond becomes a baker in Renaissance Italy and gets mistaken as Giovanni’s illegitimate child idea for those curious.

In this one, Desmond only went as far as stop the Auditores from being arrested by dropping key documents showing Uberto’s treachery to the Medici. He stayed as far away as he could from the Auditores and only dropped off the evidence in Lorenzo’s bedside table one day, slipping into the darkness. Anyone who saw him actually thought he was a monk since he was wearing a monk’s attire (which he burned afterwards). This does lead to Giovanni and the thieves guild looking for him after since he hasn’t done any other Assassin related stuff and was simply living his life as a baker, they’re hitting a dead end. Desmond doesn’t plan to do anything else since he believes that the Auditores would be able to handle it from here and he’s betting on Giovanni finally starting Ezio’s training after learning that the Templars are after his family.

Giovanni’s first glimpse of him is when he checked the bakery from afar since his family seemed to like it so much. He just wanted to make sure it wouldn’t post any danger to his family and maybe even talk to La Volpe into adding it to the thieves’ patrol route just so they would have eyes on the bakery at all time. It’s gotten so popular that the Medici are even thinking of ordering from them so Giovanni figured he should do reconnaissance before it got to that point. When he saw Desmond, he doesn’t see the similarities between them, he saw Desmond looking a lot like the statue of Altaïr and he freaks out. Because, unlike Ezio or Leonardo, he does have an inkling of how powerful Those Who Come Before were. He has seen the Shroud and he has heard the tales of how Altaïr had mastered one of their weapons. And… if the Shroud could heal all and any injuries then… In this case, Giovanni doesn’t think Desmond is a time traveler, he thinks Desmond is Altaïr himself who has gained immortality thanks to the ‘powers’ of Those Who Come Before.

Thank you! I honestly like writing these ideas where it’s crack but not crack enough that it’s a bit confusing XD

#desmond bakes #giovanni has a mental breakdown #leonardo still thinks desmond is giovanni’s love child #la volpe is just waiting for giovanni’s instructions #assassin's creed #desmond miles #giovanni auditore #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed

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alexa-fika · 3 months

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Killer Timeouts ( Kidd x sibling!Reader x Killer)

A/N Im determined to do at least one from all of this list of prompts, once again send love to @me-writes-prompts for delivering this,also let me point out idk how many of these we have done but none of them have been in an pffice so far 😂. Honestly I think it’s A COOK, is it a cook, a simmer or a lukewarm?

Also 💖 Anon, I see you and your request 🫦, exited for some Vinsmoke action

Prompt: "Can you stop and pay attention to what I'm saying for once?" "Oh, I didn't see you were here."

Divider’s by @/saradika

“-And I really think we should not get down on the next island; there are a lot of marines there, so we should lay low until our….Kid!” They growled, frustrated that their brother had sat tinkering with his arm all the time they had been talking, most likely ignoring every word they had said

“Can you stop and pay attention to what im saying for once?!”

“Oh, I didn’t see you were here.”

“What the hell, Kid! I have been trying to tell you our plan for our next stop for the last fifteen minutes!”

“You talk a lot, you know that?”

“And you ignore a lot, you know that?”

“You’re boring.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, dear brother have my plans to keep us from being captured far too boring for you?”

“Your plans are always boring.”

“That’s because your ‘plans’ simply involve killing everyone on sight!”

“That’s why they are good plans.”

“You infuriating piece of crap! I should throw you overboard!” They growl, stomping their way only to be stopped by someone slipping their arms under their arms, wrapping them around their chest, holding them back from approaching their brother any further

“Killer, let me go; he needs a good beating!”

“I think you guys need some space.”

Killer’s voice rumbles calmly, holding Reader back from causing another fight between the siblings

“Is this what y’all do when I’m not around, fight?”

“I wouldn’t have to if that Emo-wannabe would just listen to me!”

“The hell did you say?!”

“You heard me!”

“You’re both so stubborn; both the same.” Killer sighs

“No, we’re not!” They both scream angrily, glaring at the masked man

Killer rolls his eyes

“Off we go, Reader; lets go somewhere else and take some time to calm down.”

“Ugh!”

Killer walks out of the room, dragging the reader by the back of their shirt, ignoring them as they suddenly start fighting against his grasp as Kid cackles, flipping them the bird

“C’mon,” he said, dragging them away

“Just one punch, Killer!”

"No," Killer replies calmly

"You two can't act responsibly, so I'm keeping you separated.Sit," he says, pointing to the stairs leading to the ship's wheel.

“But-

"Sit." Killer repeats, cutting off their protests

“You’re in time out for the next hour.”

“An hour?! An I just sitting here for an ho- wait, the hell you mean timeout?!”

"Yes, you two are acting like children, so I'm treating you like children." Killer replies

“Come on!”

"Sit, or im making you stay in the ship for the next island," Killer repeats, pointing towards the stairs

“But im the strategist!”

“Okay, then you’re on guard duty on our next stop then, you’ll be in cleaning duty while you stay on the ship.”

“You can’t assign me those roles!”

“Want to try me?”

“No..” they mutter, pouting, knowing the masked man would find a way to get their stubborn ass to do those tasks; he had been dealing with the siblings' antics for years, so he had become an expert in handling them, and their little bouts

“Then sit down,” Killer replies, knowing he holds the upper.

Their pout deepens as they plant themselves on the ground

“Can I at least get my notebook and planning sheets?” they whine, only to turn into a groan as the blond man quickly chucks the items, chuckling as Reader simply glares at him

Yall I think Grammarly change one pf the readers to The reader so if you see it let me know, I couldn’t see it when I was editing so maybe it’s not there but hey if you see it

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

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scarasimping · 11 months

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Imagine cuddling pirate Scara after a heist or something you to did, he’s so proud his Royal lover was so “bad”

HE DEFINITELY NUZZLES INTO UR NECK AND PULLS U CLOSER <333 soft boy era

this concept making me sob rn cause it's so true

Scara would be significantly against you helping out with heists or anything of the sort because if you get hurt, it's gonna break him to have to tend to your wounds. (I have a whole scenario planned where this happens but that's for another time.) Yes, you can handle yourself, but he does not care.

When he, finally, lets you help, it'll be something small like being a distraction, and even then he was hesitant.

You were to serve as a distraction, keeping the guard's attention away while Scaramouche and some of his crew members snuck inside to steal some precious relic of sorts.

The heist went well, extremely well even, yet when you got back Scaramouche was still checking over every inch of your body, making sure you weren't injured.

Miraculously (not really), there's not a scratch on your body wowww who would've guessed.

Only then is it setting in that a literal princess just assisted him in stealing a nation's prized artifact.

The crew of course gets together and throws a rowdy celebration for a heist gone well. Everyone was drinking, singing sailor songs, pulling pranks on Venti who can't handle his liquor. You know, the usual.

When the noise started to die down, Scaramouche excused the two of you and dragged you back to his quarters. The whole night, he couldn't stop staring at you, barely touching his cup since he was too drunk on the idea that you actually commited a crime with him. Maybe you'll end up becoming a pirate one day, just like him.

When he gets you alone, and you're both changed into your sleep wear, he can't help but pull you ever so closer as you lay with him, the both of you on your sides facing each other.

Wrapping an arm around your waist, his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck while he presses soft kisses on the flesh there. He really is proud of you, but he can't help but tease you a little for "stooping to the level of a pirate like him."

#pirate!scara #genshin impact #genshin fluff #wanderer #wanderer x reader #genshin x reader #genshin wanderer #scaramouche fluff #genshin scaramouche #scaramouche x reader

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sixie · 1 year

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I keep forgetting to post this. Have some AU Sou(L)koku lore!

Its based on the concept of Twin Flame Souls after seeing the DA interview. Dazai & Chuuya are linked through this concept. They are one soul. They feel each other's emotions, insecurities, they have each other's bad habits, share their imbalance. They get all the good with the bad and need to work through it. It can be hard but it is also personal growth.

In this AU, Souls that are bound through Twin Flames usually meet later in life, if at all, when they are more mentally mature. However in this AU they are 6~7 and meet in an orphanage run by Ango and Oda. Instantly they connect, becoming inseparable. They fuss if they can't be near the other as if being separated even a few feet causes distress.

Because they are so young they aren't prepared to handle a tragic event that happens the evening their strings of fate are about to fully intertwine.

The trauma causes Dazai to lose his emotions which means he no longer cares about Chuuya. Chuuya, being an emotional, needy child, can't handle this and runs away, later found by Verlaine and Rimbaud.

Years later they will meet up and the healing will begin as they work on mending their broken souls. It's rocky at first, both of them not sure how to act around the other, especially with Dazai having issues with being touched and Chuuya quick to take things to heart.

There's a lot more in terms of lore regarding how their abilities work, but essentially what they can do is tied to their soul, and if not cared for they can take on a more monstrous, corrupted form.

This is still very very early in the planning phase, enjoy the edgy doodles. Chuuya is a melee fighter so he'll have physical changes, Dazai will have something like an avatar similar to Elise, effectively extending his range. There are obvious repercussions.

There is a plot! Well, goals I suppose. Ya'll remember Lovecraft? Essentially there will be more strange beings like that in which Chuuya and Dazai have to investigate. So the plan is to add in some authors known for terror, suspense, and horror elements.

I'm planning to post more AU doodles in the future, along with the usual art, but I wanted to finish this write up :)

#au: soulkoku #Soulkoku #Soukoku #myart #Feel free to ask questions :)#chuuya #dazai #bsd fanart #Soulkoku Lore #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #bsd

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krakenartificer · 1 year

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Notes on therapist selection

(From someone who is getting a good grade in Having a Therapist, something that is both normal to want and possible to achieve)

Some friends were discussing their work to find a therapist today, and I noticed some unspoken assumptions that can sometimes get in the way of finding someone who's a good fit for your recovery needs, especially around deciding what specializations to look for when no one covers the full range of your crazy. So a list of things to think about that -- as always -- may or may not be useful to anyone except me.

1) On overlapping specializations Anyone who specializes in ADHD or Autism will also have experience dealing with trauma, because every school system I've ever encountered has been traumatizing for NDs. They may or may not call it trauma in their own minds, but they know how to handle "a bad thing happened in my past and it's fucking up my present" problems.

Likewise, everyone who specializes in trauma has experience with anxiety. PTSD was, until 2013, classified as an anxiety disorder. DSM-V puts it in its own category for presumably good reasons, but everyone with PTSD has anxiety (or close enough that you can't specialize in trauma without knowing how to deal with anxiety).

That said ... 2) On picking your therapist based on vibes

Vibes are really more important than specialization. Specialization is important if, like, you have one (1) specific problem and you are looking for a solution for that problem. Like, if your life is fine except that you have ADHD and the executive dysfunction is causing you to be unable to write English essays, then you definitely want an ADHD specialist. But if your opening session is going to be

Therapist: So what brings you in? Me: Well! -straightens lapels- -pulls out easel- -pulls out prepared presentation notes- I have a list

Therapist: So what brings you in? What changes are you looking to make? Me: This -gestures- Therapist: You just pointed to all of you Me: Yes.

then any generic psychologist is as good as any other. You got shit in your head and you gotta detangle it and it's all snarled together anyway, so it's a lot more important that you find someone who you're willing to be working with for years.

3) On finding "the one"

Odds are really really good that you're gonna have more than one therapist in your recovery arc. I did 2 years with one who specialized in psychological impacts on physical health, and it did so. much. for me, and I don't regret it for a moment, but also ... I reached a point where that wasn't the specialization I needed anymore, and also the shit in my head I needed to deal with was the kind of shit that (for trauma reasons) I couldn't talk about to someone in that therapist's demographic. So I left that practice, and found my current therapist.

My current therapist is great, and I'm really glad I'm working with him, but it's entirely possible that he's not going to be able to sort out this entire mess. We may reach a point where his specialties of relationships and adhd are not my bottlenecks any more, and he doesn't really have the tools he needs to handle what my next bottleneck is, and I'll go find someone else who can meet my needs at that time. This is normal and expected, and it's entirely fine to plan on it by (for example) deciding that you want a specialist in this thing right now, and you'll go find a specialist in this other thing later.

4) On Shopping

It's entirely reasonable to have more than one therapist this week. You are in no way expected or required to pick a single therapist based off of some profile pictures, a bio on the website, and a phone call, and then you're stuck with them forever. It is normal and understood that you will set up appointments with half a dozen therapists, and then pick two (or three) to do another session with, before settling into a single choice. Or don't! If you like two therapists for different reasons, and you'd rather work with them simultaneously instead of serially, then feel free to schedule with twice as many therapists, half as often. This ain't a wedding; you don't have to restrict yourself to only one.

Narrow down your choices as quickly as you want to based on your anxiety about not having a decision, based on your executive dysfunction and inability to track multiple things, based on how you feel about each one ... but don't narrow them down to one just because you think that's "the rules", somehow.

5) On Being Abrasive

If you know, upfront, what some of your dealbreakers are, just straight-up say that as you're scheduling the appointment or in the first session. My last therapist became a problem for me because she expressed empathy in a way that was too similar to the way my abuser used weaponized politeness to deny me boundaries; I couldn't talk to her about my violations because her demeanor was too similar to the person who violated me. So when I first talked to my current therapist, I told him, "I need someone who, if they think I'm full of shit, will say 'I think you're full of shit.'" He replied "One of my other clients calls me 'Deadpool'." I said, "Perfect. Let's give it a shot."

So if you really care that someone will let you schedule appointments online, or will never touch your wrist, or will treat your "disorder" as a neurodivergence to be accommodated rather than a problem to be solved, then say so. The sooner you both know that, the better: if you have particular needs, they need to know that now; and if they're not willing to meet your needs, YOU need to know that now.

(You will not, of course, always know your dealbreakers upfront. When I picked my first therapist, my primary problem was hip pain, and I didn't know it was PTSD. It was through her help that I realized that (a) I had trauma and (b) she was way too like my abuser for me to treat PTSD with her. This was not a failure. This was a massive success, because learning that was what allowed me to find someone who could help me (see point #3). It's fine if you don't know, right now, what you need -- that's part of why vibes are so important (see point #2). But whatever information you can give them, it is helpful to do so, and (despite what people in your past have implied) it is not rude, it is beneficial and desired.

6 - not advice, just a reminder

You are beautiful and brave and strong and I am so proud of you for fighting through all the shit -- both internal and external -- to get yourself help. No one ever talks about how hard it is to get to the point where you schedule that first meeting with that first therapist, and I want you to know that it is painful, it is challenging, and you're not lazy or stupid or whatever other lie your brain is telling you.

#therapy #how to life #how to recovery #long post #recovery #trauma cw #abuse cw #mental illness cw #gpoy #PTSD cw

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a0random0gal · 2 months

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If you had the chance to change something about the dance of the dragons (TV show or book), what would it be? For example, how a character dies, which team a house is on,or an entire character personally. How would you change it to make the story better, in your opinion?♥️🖤💙💚

Ohh anon i've got a list.

When it comes to the tv show there are a few choices the writers made that just don't sit right with me.

Laenor

I do like the characterization they went for, he's a pretty cool dude who really loves his weird, dysfunctional family. What I really don't like is how they handled his death.

See I truly can't stand it when a character is sugar coated just because they're the protagonist and thus must be righteous and always objectively correct.

So to witness the writers white wash his murder, having him flee to essos instead of being killed by Rhaenyra pisses me off. I get that after showing them being good friends it would be very odd to have her kill him.

But that's the thing, they should have opted for a more ruthless Rhaenyra in the first place!

Laenor's death in the books (at least for me) was the first instance of Rhae Rhae making morally wrong choices in order to pursue her ultimate goal. It was compelling! Here she just takes the easy way out, without having to make a tough choice.

Also his survival really fucks her up when you really think about it. Now all her sons are bastards since her marriage to Daemon isn't valid, and for the upcoming season 2, how are they going to handle Addam and Seasmoke? Laenor is still alive, his dragon won't accept a new rider. This doesn't make any sense and just causes plotholes what the actual fu-

Sidenote: After Laenor's very moving speech on how he was done goofing off and was now willing to really step up for Rhaenyra and their family it's super strange to imagine him ditching them all immediately afterwards Lol.

Rhaenys

My gosh, where do I even begin with this woman?

She too is pretty cool at the start, but then episode 9 rolls around and I roll my eyes.

She's so hypocritical. She tries to shit on Alicent for "toiling in the service of men." When that's all she does in the goddamn story!

She wants Baela to get Driftmark, tells Corlys about it, he shuts off the whole plan cause he wants a kid who he's not even related to on the driftwood throne, and when she complains about it he dismisses her.

So what does feminist Rhaenys do about it?

She... submits to her husband, something she conveniently forgets about when talking to Alicent. My god. Just remove this entire exchange, it hurts to watch.

And the coronation scene, Jesus Christ! It was so cool in the books, why did they have to ruin it? Had they replaced it with something better I wouldn't have complained, but this is just, the worst.

Rhaenys shows how badass she is by.... Brutally crushing hundreds of small folks to death and almost slaughtering the greens.

Cool, cool, absolutely necessary. Thanks Sara.

And you know what's even more infuriating? When she flees to Dragonstone to inform Rhaenyra of all that happened. She says she didn't kill the greens cause she didn't wish to start a war. I'm sorry what?

That would have ended the war at the start! As glad as I am that Rhaenys didn't barbecue them it makes absolutely no sense!

If she had killed them there would have been no dance in the first place!

I hate these dumb show only moments. They needlessly complicated an already complicated story and just mess everything up.

There's probably other stuff I could rant on, like how Aegon was made a rapist sorely to make the audience think:

Oh look! The greens are so baad, they believe a rapist alcoholic douche should be in charge instead of our empowered dragon queen, they sure do suck!

Or how house Velaryon was disrespected and mistreated by D*emyra but still somehow decided to support Nyra's claim.

They didn't really have a motive to be greens though, so I think they should have stayed neutral. Their fervent black support makes no sense.

The writers really should have given them more reasons to back up the blacks or had their beloved queen treat them better so that their loyalty made more sense ( I mean holy hell I wonder how they will handle the two betrayers and Corlys's arrest lmao).

But other greens have already shat on these awful decisions and I won't beat a dead horse.

Book

When it comes to fire and blood I surprisingly have very little complaints, except of course, the Jaehaera situation.

My poor baby deserved better, I've made a post about it in the past

(where I ranted and said stuff I kind of regret now, don't post while very angry guys I don't recommend it)

tackling how the little queen was unnecessarily killed off and how her death genuinely adds nothing so why was it added? God I get upset just thinking about it lol.

Some people say George did it cause he needed Aegon's kids to be born after Viserys's, and apparently he couldn't fathom a married teen not having kids until her 20s, which is veery weird.

The more plausible theory is that he got rid of her cause he wanted more Velaryon queens to showcase how close they used to be to the Targs.

Which is something I had understood already thanks to Alyssa, the sea Snake and all the Velaryons who were masters of ships but whatever.

#hotd #house of the dragon #hotd critical #anti team black #pro team green #rhaenyra targaryen #asoiaf #aegon ii targaryen #corlys velaryon #laenor valeryon #rhaenys targaryen #rhaenys velaryon #jaehaera targaryen #fire&blood #hotd season 2 #thanks for the ask! it was lots of fun to answer lmao

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robbinghisdick · 3 days

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Jason can't help but think that Dick should really consider dying his daughter's hair to a more natural color. Elani's silver hair is easy to pick out amongst the kids at the playground. Elani would be about six now, if Jason recalls correctly. He hadn't seen her since she was a baby.

But this isn't about seeing his niece, this is about ruffling Dick's feathers.

Although Roy is watching her along with his own daughter, all it really takes is for him to become preoccupied with Lian. Just a moment of distraction, and for Elani to be off on the other side of the playground for Jason to grab her.

His car is parked right at the curb, he's tossed her into the passenger seat before the girl realizes what's going on and causes a fuss. She immediately grabs the door handle, but Jason has it slammed shut and locked before she can push her way out.

Elani looks more angry than scared as she looks at Jason. "My dad will kill you."

Jason snorts at the blunt threat, starting up the car. He glances over and see's that Roy has noticed Elani is missing. "Nice try, sweetheart, but Nightwing doesn't kill."

"I didn't say Nightwing."

Now THAT surprises Jason, but he doesn't have time to question further. He pulls away from the curb and takes off, waiting until he's sure he's not being followed.

"So, who's gonna get me then?" he asks. He never did figure out who Elani's other parent was before he died. All he knew is that it caused an explosive fight between Dick and Bruce, and he had decided to stay out of it.

Elani doesn't give him a response but gives him a withering look of a grumpy child.

"You seem very certain that he'd kill me. Just talking big or did he actually kill someone?" Jason presses, reaching over and poking her.

"I've been kidnapped before, and they were much scarier than you!" she snaps back, swatting away his hand. "He shot them, and he'll shoot you too."

Jason finds himself laughing, wondering how the perfect golden boy Dick Grayson ended up with this mouthy of a child, much less had a baby with a killer.

///

The longer they drove, the quieter they both got. Jason's thoughts settled back on Dick. Roy has probably called Dick by now, and an automatic message Jason had set up has likely reached Dick's phone. He was going to have a little fun messing with the man. Bruce would likely be made aware soon too, desperate to find his favorite kid.

When they got out of the car, Elani put up a fight, screaming and yanking against Jason's hold, but he doesn't pay it much mind. No one around would come to save her.

His grip tightens and he yanks her along as they head into an old building.

Then he freezes. Something washes over him, dulling the swarm of thoughts in his head, the rage he feels.

He feels Elani kicking his leg and he glances down to see that she's started to cry, desperately trying to pry Jason's hand off her wrist. She looks at Jason with teary eyes, a peculiar light gleaming in them.

I'm hurting her. Something twists in his chest, and he relaxes his grip on her wrist just a bit. "I don't plan on hurting you," he says, continuing to move through the old rundown building. "Just play along for a little bit, alright?"

She stops fighting against him, but he hears her still sniffling.

The plan was to leave her locked up here and move to another building to throw off Dick, but curiosity decides to nag at him.

He picks up Elani as he sits down, and she flinches as he wipes at a tear.

Jason pulls off his helmet and sets it to the side. "Do you remember me, Lani?"

Elani studies his face for a moment before shaking her head. It stings a little, even if Jason knew it was unreasonable to expect her to remember his face.

"I'm Jason."

At that, her demeanor changes, eyes lighting up. "Oh! Uncle Jay," she says immediately. "Daddy talked about you a lot."

The past tense doesn't go over Jason's head. "What'd he say?'

Too vague of a question. Elani shrugs. "He missed you a lot," she says. "And would pull out pictures sometimes. I have one in my room!"

Jason finds himself surprised to immediately know what photo she was likely talking about. Dick joked about how Jason was Elani's favorite person in the whole world and had a framed photo of Jason holding Elani up. She couldn't have looked more delighted in that photo.

He remembers just how excited he had been to be an uncle. He'd spend any moment where Dick was out of earshot trying to get his name to be Elani's first word just to tease Dick. Elani would refuse to smile whenever Bruce held her, but Jason could always get giggling.

It was hard to believe that Elani was only in kindergarten, but those moments felt like they happened a million years ago.

"He said you died."

Jason nods. "I did."

Elani registers that for a moment, looking very concerned. "Are you a zombie?"

Jason blinks. "I don't think so. I did come back to life, though."

"Did it hurt?"

"A lot," he confirms. It was hard to comprehend just how much pain he had been in. "Still hurts."

Elani is quiet for a moment before rubbing her bruising wrist. "Why are you doing this?"

Suddenly his reasoning didn't seem very sound, and it left him baffled. He had been so sure and convicted only moments ago. He didn't want to think about it.

He avoids the question.

///

Jason had completely forgotten the run around he was going to give Dick. He instead spent that time just talking to Elani. It was the clearest his head had felt since he was resurrected.

He hears the floor creek and glances up to see Nightwing at the door.

The man is tense and freezes when their eyes meet.

Jason glances back down at Elani who was still talking about some mean kids at school that she was dealing with.

With a sigh, Jason gestures take her. He doesn't feel like fighting Dick anymore.

That seems to startle Dick and he carefully approaches, glancing around as if there were some trap that would spring out once he got too close.

None came.

"Hey, Dove."

Elani looks over her shoulder and springs out of Jason's lap and into the arms of her father. Dick holds her tightly, body sagging with relief before he stood up with his daughter in his arms.

Neither of the two men say anything. Dick's mouth opens, hesitating, but seems to decide he doesn't want to jinx anything and quickly leaves with his daughter.

Looking over Dick's shoulder, Elani waves.

Jason waves back.

In the next hour, he'll wonder why hell he just let her go, why he didn't follow through with any of his plans. His thoughts crowd and his anger brews.

///

Maybe next time.

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(A/n: Sadly it isn't the power of love that got to Jason, just an undiscovered meta-ability lmao. Idk if anyone is actually gonna read this, but it's been buzzing in my head for like... two weeks. I'm still familiarizing myself with Jason so like, give me a lil bit of grace if anything is too OOC. This is placed vaguely after Jason killed a bunch of people dressed like Nightwing)

#dick grayson #jason todd #dc universe #batfam #elani grayson #my writing

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