#i ADORE pure rein
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this is reinsuba right
#pls don't mind the scuff-#re:zero#rezero#re zero#i ADORE pure rein#however i think its important to not forget#how TERRIFYING this boy is. even if. he is golden retriever also#looking pointedly at that ss where little rein#freaks teen roswaal out by LOOKING at him#the very same roswaal that continued to monologue with a straight face#while rabbits were eating his ass#do. do you understand me. do you un#reinhard van astrea#natsuki subaru#reinsuba#my art#sillyposting
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Secret exchanges
Summary: a few weeks after the aftermath of Rhys’s banishment, your mate, the new High Lord of the Autumn Court, has a secret meeting with someone from your family.
Author’s note: this is set pretty soon after I am ash from your fire ☺️
Warnings: furthering my sexy Eris agenda by letting him be a smidge cunty
Word count: ~1k
“Shadowsinger.”
“High Lord.”
The titles were exchanged with tense tones as both males look each other over in hopes of finding a nearly fatal wound they could exploit. Coming up short of that, the two watch each other with uncertain gazes, this meeting marking something new.
The Illyrian steps closer, holding out a box in his scarred hands. The new high lord accepts the parcel, looking inside to ensure everything is accounted for. Underneath the lid, the box contains six beautifully decorated mint chocolate cupcakes from the bakery you adore that’s nestled in the heart of Velaris.
“Are condolences in order?”
Eris sneers at Azriel’s taunting tone, snapping the lid to the cupcakes, “only to the foolish noblemen my father made rich. It feels as if everyone in Autumn can breathe properly now that a foul stench has dissipated.”
Males of lesser intelligence could have pieced together the timeline between Rhys banishing you from Night and Eris assassinating Beron within a 24 hour span. Despite his feelings for the red head before him, Azriel was impressed at how swiftly he took the reins.
Azriel inspects the male before him, somehow standing taller than he had previously seen, as if the weight of the world were lifted from his shoulders. His pale skin glowed in the sunlight passing through the trees, and he looked as if the Earth had molded him herself. He almost glowed beneath his skin, as if his veins crackled with pure fire.
Azriel knew Rhys was blowing things out of proportion by banishing you, and Azriel, along with the rest of the inner circle, had no idea how to help you or to let you know that they didn’t care.
Well, they did care. They cared a lot. He and Cassian alone spent several hours sparring trying to work through their rage at the Cauldron’s choice of mate for you.
They weren’t thrilled by this situation, but ultimately they understood that this wasn’t your choice, and while it is your choice now, Azriel of all people couldn’t hate you for trying to make your mating bond work.
He wanted to hate you, though. When he was first told of your banishment, he wanted to destroy your room, destroy any and all memories of this betrayal. He spent days in a fog, running through his meticulous backlog of scheduling to figure out when and how such a ‘relationship’ had occurred.
He had finally left his room in a rage and was on his way to your room when he ran into Nesta, where she practically dragged Azriel by his ear to the training ring. She forced Azriel to spar with her, forcing him to talk about why it hurt so badly.
It would be easy for him to write off your banishment as the right thing to do under the guise of his hatred for Eris. But the real truth, settled deep, deep down in his bones, was that you were the only other member of the family who wasn’t paired off.
He felt less alone when you were around. Not that he had any inclinations towards you. It just didn't feel as crushing with someone else to share the burden. Now with you being gone, albeit not of your own accord, he felt that loneliness seep back in, that deep desire for someone to love him wholly.
But now you’re off, banished not only from your court, but from your family. Rhys had commanded all of them to cease any contact with you directly.
Technically Eris was a workaround.
Azriel could never deny you, especially not when it came to your obsession with the cupcakes he just handed to Eris, the two of you sneaking off on several occasions to satisfy the sweet tooth you shared.
Despite every part of screaming to do so, he couldn’t deny your mate when he came to the shadowsinger, asking for an olive branch.
Azriel cleared his throat, not wanting to spend anymore time with the newly appointed High Lord, but still needing some update on you, “how is she?”
Eris sighed, mulling over how to answer the shadowsinger. His thoughts went to you, and how you always spoke fondly of Azriel. You’d never keep the truth from Azriel, despite keeping the mating bond from him. You hated not telling anyone in your family, a topic of conversation you and Eris constantly circled back to.
“Coping as you would expect,” the new high lords words making Azriel feel worse than he did before. The shadowsinger’s eyes move to the ground, and in a rare move, decides to extend an olive branch of his own.
For you. He would do this for you.
“I don’t agree with Rhys’s actions.”
Eris raises his eyebrows, “ah, so the dogs can disagree with their master.”
Azriel’s snarl causes Eris’s lip to curl in a smirk, but he holds his hands up in surrendor.
“I never expected you or the other one to ever disagree with him, at least never admitting it to me.”
Hazel eyes meet amber, a mask over his features as he slits his eyes in warning.
“Don’t make me regret disagreeing with Rhys.”
Eris’s expression softens at the Illyrian despite the obvious threat lacing his words. He looks down at his fingers, inspecting his nails as if he can't be bothered to look at Azriel anymore.
“If I ever do anything that would make you regret it, you and the other brutes may come and dispose of me yourselves. The honor would belong to you, if she doesn’t wish to collect.”
Azriel turned to leave, but was stopped by Eris’s voice.
“Before you go,” Azriel turned as Eris procured several sealed envelopes with your handwriting on the front.
“I was instructed to leave these with you.”
Azriel grabs the letters from Eris’s hands, as if he would burn them in front of the Shadowsinger, taunting him further with any contact to you.
In his hands lay several letters, each one addressed to a member of your family except for Rhysand.
Eris’s voice chimes back in, “she wanted to write to him. Couldn’t find the words.”
He shrugs, turning his back on the Shadowsinger as he starts walking back through the orchard, flowers blooming all around them.
“Or perhaps she knew he would skin you alive if you delivered it to him before he was ready.”
#eris vanserra x you#eris vanserra x y/n#eris vanserra x reader#eris x y/n#eris x you#eris x reader#acotar fanfiction#forgot to tag when I posted this smh
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DD’s Yandere Poll Series: Surviving the Yan!Penacony Boys (based on this post)
Rules/warnings: Read the below scenario and pick your answer or comment your own reaction. Dark content ahead!
Incident #2 — The Wager
Aventurine knows your angry footsteps from a mile away as you shove your way through the Penaconian casino and straight to his table.
He has plenty of time to react, but he sits back in bemused silence as you slap his hand, sending aces and spades flying across the table and fluttering to the floor.
You are livid. Aventurine cannot help but chuckle at your adorable expressions as he begins to concoct a plan. After all, emotional betters tend to be reckless.
“Damn, and that was a good hand, too.”
You grit your teeth at his lackadaisical dismissal. “Screw your game. Are you going to tell me why there were IPC goons posted outside my apartment yet again this morning?”
He folds his hands and tilts his head innocently, a smirk painting his lips. “You assume I had something to do with that?”
“Don’t play dumb!” The rein on your temper is hanging on by a thread. You take a deep breath to reset yourself, then place both palms on the table to brace yourself. “What do you want?”
By this point, the others at the table have enough common sense to flee, leaving the two of you alone. The sounds of the slot machines and cheers of the casino-goers echo through the charged atmosphere between you.
“Darling, I think I’ve made that painstakingly obvious.” Before you can react, he grips one of your wrists and pulls you down so you are leaning across the table, face inches from his own. He runs a gloved finger along your cheek, licking his bottom lip. “Have you finally come to concede?”
You narrow your eyes but do not struggle—yet. “You fucking wish.”
“Such a filthy mouth,” he drawls, much to your chagrin. “If not to acquiesce to my desires, then what brings your lovely presence here? Care to take a seat?” He motions, of course, to his lap.
You inhale sharply and speak before you lose your courage, temper, or both. “I want to make a wager with you.”
His eyes widen ever so slightly; you’ve either surprised or excited him. Neither bode well for you.
“One game. We both know what we want from it.”
“Ah ah, I’ll need some clarification as to what I’m actually betting on,” Aventurine teases as he begins to reassemble the deck of cards, all while maintaining your eye contact.
Aeons, he’s actually going to make you spell it out. “I win, I get my out from you and the IPC. I get to leave Penacony and never look back. If I lose…” Your throat collapses for a moment before you spit out, “You win me.”
Aventurine releases you, leaning back in his chair. He grabs the newly formed deck of cards and begins shuffling. “I accept. But, since I have more to lose here—” You begin to protest, but he quickly tuts you into silence, “I will be the one choosing the game. Deal?” He extends his hand, golden rings glinting. You think you can hear the tick tick tick of his watch, counting down to your end.
You look over his expression, his body language, the smug smile. He’s hiding his ace, you can tell, but what choice do you have?
Slowly, you sink into the seat across from him.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he laughs, reeling his hand in with an exaggerated pout. “In that case, we’ll be playing Maverick.”
Your accelerated heartbeat calms ever so slightly. That’s one game you’ve heard of. A game of pure luck rather than skill. You can work with that.
“The rules are simple.” He lays two cards, face down, in front of you. “Your goal is to guess a number that falls within these two cards. If you’re in the correct range? You walk out of this casino and never see me ever again.”
Your heart soars, but quickly falters when you spot the mischievous glint in his irises. “But, if you’re wrong and your number falls outside…” His thumb and index finger form the shape of a pistol, which he pretends to fire into your heart with a dramatic bang.
“Your heart is mine.”
No backing down.
He gestures between you and the cards, prompting you ahead. That smirk never falters.
Glancing between the two cards, you go with your gut. Defiantly holding his breathtaking blue and pink gaze, you speak aloud your favorite single digit number.
Aventurine hums and flips both cards simultaneously.
Two king of spades stare back at you mockingly.
“Looks like I win.”
#yandere honkai star rail#yandere hsr#yandere#yandere aventurine#yandere aventurine x reader#honkai star rail#hsr aventurine#aventurine#aventurine x reader#aventurine honkai star rail#yanderecore#yandere imagines#hsr drabbles#hsr headcanons
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I'M IN TROUBLE!
when your private relationship is found out by the public
gender neutral reader
ISAGI YOICHI!
caught completely off guard!
Isagi started dating you out of a place of pure adoration, and in all honesty, he genuinely thought everything would work out with time. He never thought that dating would get so messy now that he’s gone pro, he didn’t think so many people would be this invested about who he’s dating. He wants to respect your boundaries, and he knows that not everyone likes being put under that much spotlight. But when somehow, someone manages to get wind of the fact that he’s dating you, he lets you take the reins as to how you want to manage things. Do you want to keep things private? His affections for you are reserved for closed doors! Do you want to open things up? He’ll start bringing you up in interviews! Isagi wants you to move at your pace, and he wants you to remember that he’s your Yoichi before he’s anybody else’s.
“...So they found us out, huh?” You sighed, shaking your head slightly at the leaked paparazzi pictures that were flooding your timeline. It was undoubtedly a picture of you and him, no matter how blurry the image might have been. Isagi’s grinning like a happy puppy in it, and you’re there next to him. It’s a candid of you pressing your lips to his cheek.
“I’m working with my manager to find out who took it,” Isagi offered. He smiled at you apologetically, and he pulled you closer to him. “ I… I understand if it might lead to some difficult discussions.”
You rested your head on his chest. The comforting th-thump of his heartbeat anchored you momentarily, pushing past all the panic that was pounding on the inside of your skull. You knew you were buckling up for an unconventional relationship the very second you accepted the young striker’s confession, but you didn’t think reality would catch up with you so soon.
“Before you ask: no, I’m not going to break up with you.” You glanced up at him with a coyish smile. “I figured that this day would come eventually. So what if they find out? It’s not like anything should come in between us because of that. I mean, if anything, you being taken ought to chase away any suitors you might have-”
“-You know I’ve never held anyone in my heart except for you,” Isagi cut you off, and he stuck his bottom lip at the thought of dating anyone other than you. “I’d rather stay single my entire life than not have you.”
You reached up towards his head, and you ruffled his beautiful black hair. What did you do to deserve this boy? It felt like the entire world was coveting him. He was the new up-and-coming ace striker from the mysterious Blue Lock program. Who wouldn’t want a piece of him?
Yet here he was, cradling you to his chest. Head over heels for you, Isagi wouldn’t entertain anyone except for you, regardless of how open your no-longer-secret relationship to him was.
“I love you, Yoichi.”
“I love you too. We’ll figure this out. As we always do.”
BAROU SHOUEI!
keeps pushing ahead!
Barou has never cared about what other people have thought of him. As long as they recognized him as their superior, he did however he pleased. That was how he was even with dating you. While he did a good job keeping things hush-hush for your sake and cleaning up any stray details, the moment the bubble pops, he’s quick to immediately shut down anyone who has any complaints. The instant he thinks anyone has an issue with you, he’s glaring them down. If a reporter asks too many personal questions, he’s cutting them off. He’s still incredulously selfish and egotistical, but he’s doing it for your sake. He’s fully aware that he’s not everyone’s favorite person, but the last thing he wants is for you to take the brunt of that. Once your relationship is outed, he might even become more protective of you than he was before. Either way, he doesn’t want to disturb the trust you have in him, and he’ll continue smacking down anyone that has beef with him.
“Was he getting too close?”
“No, Barou, he was fine.”
“But the interviewer looked like he was asking too many personal questions. Are you sure you’re fine?”
You smiled, shaking your head exasperatedly. Your boyfriend leered at the retreating silhouette of the reporter, and he pulled you close to his side. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, practically glowering with such a hateful aura that you realized for the first time in your life that these poor reporters were probably risking their lives every time they approached him for anything.
“I have you with me. I’m sure anyone with half a brain cell would know not to mess with you,” you expertly consoled him. You placed a hand over his, scanning the room to make sure there wasn’t anybody else that would want to speak to either of you.
Barou’s dating life had quickly been flipped upside down after his texts had been leaked, and while it was a lot for you to take in at first, you thought you dealt with things pretty gracefully. You and Barou decided to come clean to the public, and if anything, it only brought you closer to him. It was fun, being able to finally talk about dating him openly and without needing to watch your back, and seeing Barou get all antsy was rather enjoyable too.
“You’d be surprised,” he grumbled. “Those Blue Lock idiots have a hard time not stealing shit off of me.”
“That’s Blue Lock,” you giggled. “Most people in society are pretty good about not taking things that belong to others.”
He lifted your hand to kiss the back of it gently, letting out a small huff. “They better. If I catch anyone staring at you for too long, I’ll make them regret it.”
You nodded sagely, all-too-used to Barou’s violent but well meant sentiments. “Much appreciated, Barou.”
MICHAEL KAISER!
gets even more annoying. im so sorry i wish he was normal too.
It takes every single fiber inside of Kaiser to not go screaming his victory off the rooftops when you agree to start dating him. Frankly, you’re more surprised that you’ve managed to keep things under wraps for this long. He’s courted you in the most outlandish ways possible that you thought surely somebody somewhere must have picked up the reason why Kaiser’s been buying out every flower shop in a good ten mile radius. He’s persevered just for you, even though he’s bemoaned how tragic it is that he can’t show off his beautiful partner to the whole wide world. But now that the word’s out, Kaiser can finally live out the power couple fantasy that he’s always drooled over! He’ll openly spoil you with all sorts of gifts and shower you with as many kisses and compliments as he wants in public, parading around with your arm in his knowing that you were meant for the public’s adoration just as much as he was.
“Kaiser,” you started. The annoyance in your voice was thick, and you could pretty much feel every vein in your body popping from how much self-control it was taking to not blow your lid. “Kaiser, I thought we left the excessive bouquets behind us once we made it official.”
“Well, it’s like we’re dating for realsies-realsies now. Is it wrong for me to want to spoil you so much? You’re my darling, my sweet darling who I love more than anyone in the world,” the blond giggled, proudly holding up the giant bouquet of blue roses. The flowers were wrapped beautifully in colorful paper, and you could tell that they were raised and prepared with an expert hand. These weren’t cheap flowers, and you could bet your left kidney that the bouquet would cost more than anything you’ve ever owned in your life.
“Kaiser,” you repeated with a sterner tone. The boy frowned, clearly sensing your disappointment.
“Do you not like them? I can always get you another bouquet-”
“-I thought I told you not to spoil me with such lavish gifts.” You still reached your arms out and took the bouquet for him, not able to bear the hurt expression he had. The last thing you wanted Kaiser to think was that you didn’t love him back or that his affections were wasted on you, but you’d much rather escape the public’s scrutiny when it came to Kaiser romping outside and raising up a storm in his attempts to impress you. “I’d much rather have you instead. But still… Thank you for the flowers. They’re truly lovely.”
He perked up when he noticed the way you ran your fingers over the blossoms, the same blue roses that were emblematic of him. He struck his usual shit-eating grin, sticking his chest out proudly as he pushed his long blond hair back.
“You’re very welcome,” he laughed. “Next time, you should come buy them with me so the paparazzi can get pictures and talk about how good you look with me, and then we can go out to a-”
“-If you do that, you’re going to sleep on the couch for the next decade.”
He spluttered, “B-But darling-! That’s not very fair!”
DON LORENZO!
cool as a cucumber!
Lorenzo’s always been a pretty chill guy outside of soccer. Even when he’s playing his role on the field, he’s kept his level head at shutting down any striker that comes his way. He’s relaxed even when it comes to dating you, and as long as you’re fine with calling the shots, he’s fine with whatever it is you want to do. Maybe that was why you managed to keep your relationship with him private for so long, because no one ever suspected that he’d be up to something behind closed doors. But even when word gets out, he puts his hands up and grins, almost as if to say ‘you guys finally got me.’ He likes having curve balls thrown at him; how else is anyone supposed to raise their value? Maybe this is a test to show the world how much you’re worth to him, and being appraised in the eyes of the public is the best way to show how much the two of you are truly meant for each other.
“You know,” Lorenzo's lanky arm wrapped around your waist, and his hand rested right above your hip. The security guards around you keep up their job, forming a protective barrier around you and the laidback defender as the two of you stroll through the streets of Japan to go sightseeing. “I thought you’d make more of a fuss than this when we were found out. I guess we got lucky that the cat got out of the bag overseas rather than back home in Italy, huh?”
You shrugged. You could see passerby craning their heads or going on their tiptoes to steal glimpses at the two of you, yet if Lorenzo caught onto it, he made no sign. He looked like the perfect example of composed leisure. A comfortable smile on his lips, sleepy eyes, and the way he was draped all over you made it obvious that it didn’t matter to him what everyone else thought.
“They were going to find out eventually. Might as well rip the bandaid off in one fell swoop. Don’t you agree?” You asked. You peered up at him with loving eyes, and Lorenzo moved himself to steal a kiss off of your forehead. You laughed brightly at the gesture, finding it easier to ignore the stares of the crowd around you.
“Yeah,” he calmly agreed. “Especially if it means getting to kiss you like that in public. You have no idea how hard it is to pretend there’s nothing there. I’d much rather be able to hold your hand and take you out on nice dates without worrying about what others might think. Pretty freeing to have that option open now.”
“You better stay true to your word then.” You placed your hand on top of his hand, the one that was on top of your hip. You laced your fingers into his, smiling from ear-to-ear at the thought of finally being able to do all those couple-y things out in the open without fretting so much about the public. “I’ll hold you accountable.”
“Hold me accountable all you want,” the dark-haired man chuckled before stealing another kiss from you. “This is just the beginning for the two of us.”
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#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#isagi yoichi#barou shouei#michael kaiser#don lorenzo#x reader#my writing
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: Chisaki had some time before his sadistic ordeals, leaving you planted on his thigh with a towel underneath you. How long could you last as you rutted against him, his hand welting against your ass to show his dominance over you? Not long, you deemed.
warnings: 18+ mdni, sut, fem!reader, whipped!reader, mean!chisaki, thigh riding, spanking, hand marks, masochism, commands, dirty talk (moreso mocking), edging/orgasm denial, use of chisaki's quirk (to stop reader from touching herself), thoughts of dirtying chisaki (reader gets off on it), chisaki's very much in character with his germaphobia, pet name-ish (pretty pet), lot going on in such a tiny word count oops.
a/n: this was one of my FAVORITE thirsts to write, holy crap; I fucking adore this man, ive watched the shie hassaikai arc sooo many times. its by far my favorite arc ever of my hero academia alongside the current manga arc. i was screaming with joy when i saw the chisaki thirst come in, hehe. wc: 600ish.
v-day m.list | m.list
thirst count: 1
divider credit: @hitobaby & @firefly-graphics
“You’re lucky to be sitting on my lap right now…” Chisaki sneered and honestly, you were lucky; even if he did lay a towel down against his thigh so he wouldn’t itch with insanity. His plague mask rendered useless to you, all you wanted to do was pull it off and actually see him speak in his uttered tone but you knew he wouldn’t allow your hand to so much as raise if you did so.
“Pretty pet, am I right? Go on, use my thigh sweetheart.” He commanded wryly, his gloved palms hovering over your body but he didn’t dare touch.
You had been stripped down to your lace panties, a long black shirt covering the swell of your ass and you felt so exposed in the cold room he had you cornered in. It was downtime for him, something he so desperately needed and lucky for you, he brought you along to keep him company. What you didn’t expect was to beg for his attention and ultimately end up on his lap, your cunt dripping onto the pristine towel that covered his lap.
You wonder how fast he’d throw you off if it was his bare thigh, the slick soaking through his trouser’s fabric and you felt yourself start to move against his thigh at the thought of it. You wanted to get him dirty, the lace of your undergarments rubbing deliciously against your clit and you let out a quiet moan. As you grinded against him, he watched with molten eyes that glistened with every move you made. His eyelashes stuck out in your vision and you averted your gaze from him, a deep blush spreading against your cheeks.
“Oh, shy aren’t we? C’mon, you can do better than that…” Chisaki’s gloved hand came down, striking you hard against the flesh of your ass and you yelped out– holy fuck, he actually touched you. “Go faster, doll.”
You wanted him to touch you again– your cunt sliding directly against his thigh now and you so desperately wanted to lay your arms on him and just take it, but what would that even get you? Disassembled and rearranged to your heart’s content, the thought pillowing your mind as you sped up your movements. The ache of your cunt against his thigh made you woozy and you felt your orgasm rushing towards you, the dull pleasure building between your thighs.
You could feel yourself trembling against his leg and a harsh sigh breathed above you as you started to drag your pussy in tight circles, dredging up any type of friction you could get. You were mad, you thought– pure mad as you snuck your hand down towards the front of your panties but Chisaki’s quirk was faster and he reassembled your hand back where it should’ve been in the first place– behind your back and unable to move. You yelped at the sting from the use of his quirk, but were thankful he didn’t use it for bad intentions; just to rein you in from your impending orgasm.
This only accelerated the heat that threatened to swallow you whole, a simpered smile casting over your face and you were so so close to cumming all over his leg– such cleanliness about to be deduced to nothing but a muddled mess. Your high raced up your spine and you let out a string of whimpers, his name falling from your lips as you felt the coil pull and–
His palm stopped you, a loud smack echoing off the bland walls.
“Ah, enough. Slow down.” Chisaki instructed, a bit of paranoia seeded within his voice and he brought his hand down again, this time leaving a welted mark and you jumped– no, relished at the pain that bit at your ass harshly. “I didn’t say you could cum all over me, now did I? Know your place, Y/N.”
#𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒'𝓈 𝓋𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 ꨄ#𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚜 ☾#mha smut#mha x y/n#mha x you#mha x reader#my hero academia smut#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia x you#my hero academia x y/n#mha chisaki#chisaki kai#kai chisaki#chisaki overhaul#chisaki x reader#bnha chisaki#bnha smut#bnha x reader#bnha x you#bnha x y/n#bnha x fem!reader#overhaul x reader#overhaul mha#overhaul bnha#overhaul smut#fem reader#𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠 ✰
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-Sadie Adler as your gf hcs ( sfw/nsfw )
Sadie Adler x Fem!reader
A/N- I am in fact posting these out of pure and utter spite because Sadie Adler can. And will. Kiss girls. Because this is what?! Fan fiction!And it brings me an insane amount of joy that the sheer idea alone of Sadie being queer angers people. Sadie Adler kisses girls pass it on!!!
These are mostlyyy epilogue and beyond based Sadie pls lemme be your lil housewife
Dedicated to @queer-sadie-adler for being the true voice of reason lately amidst the hell hole that has been the queer Sadie discussions. You’re awesome.
Masterlist - requests are open!
• she’s incredibly protective of you. One wrong look your way and she’s ready to start shooting or swinging. Shes so a ‘ why don’t ya take a picture, it’ll last longer ‘ baby has some slight anger issues
• falls very much into the ‘ I hate everyone except you ‘ category. So stoney faced and ready to brawl with everyone, but soft gazes and tender touches with you.
• you hear her before you see her. She’ll ride back home to you after going after a bounty and proudly announce her return with a ‘ honey I’m home! ‘ as she rides up to your home.
• secretly adores the way you fuss over her before she goes out. She lost everything other than you in the space of like. A year. so it’s nice to be reminded how much you care about her. And that she has someone in the world to care about herself.
• she’s actually a pretty decent cook. And you can often expect her to try cook you something nice. Especially if she’s gotten onto your bad side some how, she knows a nice romantic meal will butter you up nice and quick
• I have this thought that she is just a nightmare to share a bed with. Girly tosses and turns and takes up too much damn space. But it just gives you the excuse to crawl up close to her and get comfy in the little space she leaves, falling asleep practically on top of her.
• and on the subject of sleeping. Has just the finest motherfuckin morning voice you’ve ever heard. Her raspy ‘ Mornin my darlin’ in your ear everyday makes you wanna melt into a puddle every damn time.
• loves sharing a bath with you. Especially if she’s been gone for a few days. She’ll make some excuse that it’s just to save on water. But in reality she just wants to relax and hold you close to her, feel your skin on hers to remind her she’s not just some angry bounty hunter. All tough and rough and fighting. She needs the gentle and the calm you provide her.
• hand holding. Forehead kisses. Sitting in her lap as you read on the porch. Just small, gentle acts of intimacy. The kind not discussed but well practiced between lovers.
• she can get in her head a little sometimes. She knows it’s not easy being in a relationship like that in 1907. And she knows that she doesn’t make it much easier on you with the works she does either.
• but she loves you wholeheartedly. And she knows that you love her just as equally. And as much as she feels she doesn’t deserve you, she’ll keep loving you until you don’t want her anymore which would never happen of course
•NSFW•
• she needs to be the one in control all of the time. This isn’t to say she doesn’t like receiving, or like having you on top of her. She just likes to be the one with her hands on the reins yk.
• in fact. She quite enjoys you on top of her or In her lap. But even so, know that she’s the one pulling the strings and she’s two steps ahead of you at all times
• she’s gentle and soft with you, but determined. Whether that’s knowing exactly where to touch you and abusing that same spot over and over again until you’re a shaking mess. Or telling you where and how to touch her.
• I said this in my last hcs but fingers in the mouthhhhh. Idc what anyone says. I see it so vividly. She loves it. Loves watching you suck her fingers to get them wet. Or clean them off.
• eats pussy like a god. Will have you seeing stars and thanking whatever Lord may exist for putting that woman right between your thighs. Sloppy and thorough and has you coming with her name on your tongue.
• thigh riding!!!!
• girly loves to manspread. Will sit there and pat her leg for you to perch on, but manoeuvre you to straddle her leg instead. And she loves how it makes you blush ‘ you’re a regular ol’ cowgirl now ain’t ya honey? ‘ as she leans back in her seat to watch you I’m literally going insane
• morning sex!! Waking up spooning with her, teasing her by wiggling your hips against her until she slips a hand over your hips and between your legs
• ‘ this what y’ wanted? Been dreamin of me honey? ‘
• will absolutely get up afterwards as casual as ever and ask what’s for breakfast. As if she hadn’t just had her fingers buried in your cunt.
• her aftercare is just so gentle. Especially if she’s been gone a while and has you coming for hours on end. She’ll praise you and hold you and help clean you up. Maybe drag you into the tub with her and sit behind you to wash your hair.
• and she enjoys the intimacy of dressing you so much more than undressing. Getting you comfy and cosy in clean night clothes before snuggling up with you in bed, letting you rest your head on her chest and tangling up your legs together.
#Sadie Adler kisses girls pass it on!!#I’m also writing a drabble/os on that thigh riding thing as we speak#gnawing at the bars of my enclosure for this woman#Sadie Adler#sadie adler x reader#red dead redemption 2#rdr2#rdr2 community#rdr2 fanfic#Sadie Adler smut#x you#fluff#arthur morgan#john marston#van der linde gang#rdr2 Sadie
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Kinktober day 17
Day Seventeen: Praise kink (Steven Grant x Reader)
Warnings: smut under the cut, nsfw, 18+, FemBodied, She/her, p! in v!, dirty talk, fingering, praise kink, Dom!Reader, pet name, Oral sex (f!receiving), Unprotected sex
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Steven was surprised when she straddled him on the couch. She takes the book of poetry out of his hands and places it down off to the side. A dark smile on her face as she looks into his eyes. She runs her fingers through his hair as she leans in, her lips hovering over his as she speaks quietly with a seductive tone.
“Hey baby. You think you can be my good boy? Huh? You wanna be my good boy?” She asks, one hand tangled in his dark curls, one reaching down to hold his chin. Steven lets out a small gasp at her forward nature, but before he can respond properly her lips are on his, pulling him gently into her embrace, his eyes close as he melts into her. His hands creep up her back as he kisses her back, their lips moving together in harmony. She breaks the kiss and sighs, her face still inches from his.
“What do you think? Hmm? You want this?” she whispers, her lips grazing over his.
“Y-yeah, yeah I do.” He murmurs. She chuckles at his small stutter, she starts to unbutton his shirt, slowly, and kissing every bit of exposed skin she comes across as she does so. As soon as his shirt is undone she drags her tongue up his toned stomach and chest, drawing a small moan from his lips.
“Good Boy... now come here…” she purrs as she pulls her own top off, revealing his favorite of her bra’s the blue one with the lace. His hands are drawn to it the soft fabric under the tips of his fingers as he gently caresses her breasts. His eyes are drawn from her breasts back to her face as she puts her hands on either side of his face. A look of pure desire in her eyes as she leans in to kiss him again her hips grind against him eliciting a moan from deep in his throat. As their lips dance together Steven running his hands down her body landing firmly on her hips, pulling her down on him.
“Oh Steven yes..mmph.” She gasps out as he pulls her, she can feel his bulge rubbing against her as she moves. She lets out a small groan as she feels him hardening. She pushes his shirt off of his should and her lips make contact with the skin on his shoulder, she glides her lips from his shoulder to the base of his neck, where she finds the perfect spot. Steven groans as she bites down on to him, leaving a bright purple mark on his neck. She licks the spot where she just sunk her teeth into him. She smiles against his skin and kisses it. Steven captures her lips with his own as he lifts her off the couch and carried her to the bedroom, placing her gently on the bed. As he places her on the bed she reaches to undo his pants, letting them fall to the floor before being discarded with a simple kick. Steven reaches to pull off her pants leaving her in Just the matching bra and thong set he adores oh so very much.
“I want you, please…I need this so badly” Steven mummers as he climbs on top of her his breathing heavy, She nods and mumbles some loving phrases as he reaches behind her unclasping her bra. His mouth attaches to her nipple, his tongue making circles around the sensitive nub. She lets out a soft moan as she tangles her fingers in his dark curly locks. She gives him free rein of her body as his hands and mouth roam over her breasts and stomach before finally reaching her wet entrance. He pulls aside the silky fabric of her thong as his mouth meets her folds eating her like man starved. She lets out a breathy sigh of pleasure as she tightens her grasp on his thick curls.
“There you go baby, look at you, you’re doing such a good job” She praised him as he sucks softly at her clit, she swallows hard as she feels her pleasure building in her. Steven groans out at the praise, he loves when she says all those nice and wonderful things. He slides two fingers into her with care, pumping in and out of her at a steady pace, moaning softly into her juicy folds. He can barely hear her praises as she closes her thighs around his head in the surmounting pleasure she is feeling. her breathy moans fill the air as her release comes ever closer.
“Are you my good boy? Yeah are you my good boy?” She groans out and pulls his hair slightly as she throws back her head in the waves of pleasure she feels as his fingers push her over the edge. Her legs tremble as he pulls his face out from between her legs, his face covered in her release and he breathlessly replies.
“Yes…I am a good boy...only for you.” He climbs back over her kissing her softly letting her taste herself on his lips. Her hands run down his body before they reach the waistband of his boxers, sliding her fingers under the soft fabric as she pulls them down to reveal his girth. Her hand wraps around the length as she guides him down into the heat of her cunt, they let out a synchronized groan as he pushes into her, giving her a moment to adjust before moving at a steady rhythm. Her hips roll into his as he moves, their lips make contact again as they make love, their bodies pressed together as he starts to pick up the pace. His grunts become more frequent as they move together. He breaks the kiss and his eyes meet hers the desperation obvious in his eyes as he looks at her.
“Cum for me baby, that’s my good boy.” She encouraged him, caressing his face lovingly as he looked at her, his eyes begging for permission. As she whispers the words of encouragement he quickens his pace, moving in and out of her body as he chases the feeling of release that draws ever nearer. She feels her own climax come over her as he angles himself into her pounding at the door of ecstasy. She lets out a loud cry as she feels his hot spend fills her.
“That’s it Steven you did so good baby.” She murmurs as he starts to slow down, eventually pulling out of her and falling next to her, panting heavily. She whimpers slightly as she feels the absence of him inside her, and she’s longing for more.
“That felt so good, better than anything I…” He pants out before she interrupts him as she lowers herself over him.
“Shhh…you’re so beautiful baby… lemme take care of you…”
“Oh….Gods yes, please, please don’t stop.”
“mmm. So proud of you Steven. You did so good baby.”
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PLATONIC YANDERE WEASLEY FAMILY HEADCANONS
They're very protective of each other, that's for sure. Molly might be the first one to meet you, or the Weasley children at Hogwarts. Heck, you might not even be related to the Weasleys and they'll still think of you as one of their own when they see the chance to make you theirs for good, you're just too naive and innocent for this world. And no doubt Harry and Hermione would play roles in helping them with their obsession with you as well since they are yanderes for you after all
Arthur would LOVE to talk to you about your knowledge of Muggles if you know about them that is. But don't worry, there are still plenty of other things he'd LOVE to talk to you about. It's actually kind of nice and adorable seeing him get so excited whenever you bring up the topic of Muggles, the way his eyes shine and light up with excitement like as if he's some sort of kid in a toy shop. But Molly has to be there to rein him in in case he makes you feel too overwhelmed with his questions. Arthur doesn't care if you're pure blood, related to them or not, half blood, muggle or heck even if your dad is Voldy himself. Unless of course, you're good. He'll still look after you like his own and care for you, and of course, keep you far far away from the prying eyes of the evil Malfoys and dangerous things like Death Eaters and concerning yourself with the activities of the Dark Lord
Bill is the chill and easy going brother who'll understand how you're feeling since he's a pro at it and he's also the oldest Weasley, he's the brother to 6 siblings of his. He's a good listener and always has good advice for you whenever you need to ask him about something and he'll also love it if you talk to him about his work and stuff. And he'll also tell Fred and George to lay back off a bit if their pranks become too much to which they'll apologize instantly. They would never think of hurting you, not even in their worst nightmares. And if you were brought into their family by force, he'll know how you're feeling and he'll make sure to always be there for you no matter what. Oh, and no dating, NONE of the Weasleys would ever allow you to date someone at all. Nope, you're their precious little baby and they don't want some riff raff tainting your innocence
Molly is a really coddling and protective yandere for you. She'll always make you nice hot lunches and meals when you need them, she'll always give you the comfort and love you need from a mother and of course, she'll get jealous when you talk about your past family. You just can't seem to hate her no matter what since she's being so nice to you, hating her would literally be a crime. She looks after you so well and that's actually part of a plan she has in mind. Oh, yeah, she's crafty too. She wants to win over your love and affection by doing these sweet things and all that, but she does truly genuinely care for you. And if you ever mention the name of someone you like, I seriously pray for that poor schmuck, be it boy or girl since I believe in gender equality lol
Charlie loves you as well and he's the adorable nerd, who'll like talking to you about dragons and stuff. Like Bill he's also laid back and easy going, and trying to make you feel more comfortable with the family. He'll tell you funny stories from his time in Romania, some of the hilarious things his brothers and sisters have done, their embarrassing stories and stuff that'll be sure to have a smile on your face. He would literally cry if you wanted to enter his field, he'd be so freaking happy and pleased, no doubt he'd actually say "IN YOUR FACE!" to the rest lol
Percy Weasley is the uptight stick in the mud, the spoilsport and sometimes the killjoy but he truly does want what's best for you despite him being arrogant and pompous. He tries to be a good example for people and his family but it's frustrating when no one follows him or even strives to be like him. He'll try to get you under his wing before the twins try corrupting you. He'll help you with your homework, ask you how your day is going and if anyone's bothering you, he'll teach them a lesson. He knows he isn't supposed to use his status as Headboy for personal reasons but he won't tolerate it if someone decided to make his sibling feel bad about something. And if you guys are at Hogwarts, he'll make his duty to check in on you every single freaking day and act like some sort of pompous watchdog for you
The fun loving Weasley twins, who love pranking you and the others, but will never go too far with their pranks for you since they would never want to see you cry. They're the best to come to when you're having a bad day or when you feel like crying. In which case they'll cheer you up by some of their pranks and make you laugh since they can't stand to see you cry and be sad. And as for the person whoever made the mistake of making you sad... they'll be on the wrong end of their pranks and NO ONE, I repeat NO ONE wants to be on the wrong end of their pranks, trust me on this. And they'll even take your opinion for their products at their joke shop Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes, and go as far as naming something after you and giving you some of their stuff for free, low prices or discounts ESPECIALLY for you. Lol, they'd just rub it in Ron's face and he'd so freaking jealous
Ron would be the really overprotective type for you. Normally the Weasleys are just over protective of you but he's INSANELY over protective. And it's mentioned in canon too that he's really protective over Ginny when she starts dating Terry Boot, Dean and Harry. And if you think he's bad there, he's WAY worse when you're concerned since the way he sees it is NO ONE is worthy of being your s/o, you're the baby of the family and he will NOT allow someone to ruin you. He'll love to talk about Quidditch with you and maybe even show off some of his flying skills to you, to impress you. And he will not think twice to defend you if some prat like Malfoy decides to be a prick to you, and what'll make his blood boil even more is if Malfoy decides to take an interest in you. In which case the entire Gryffindor house would have to get involved in trying to hold him, the Weasley twins and Percy from literally punching the hell out of him. And of course, with the help of his trust y friends Harry and Hermione they follow you with the Marauder's map and keep tabs on what you're doing just for your safety of course
And last but not the least, Ginny, the youngest of the family but knows how to get something when she wants it. And that includes your attention. She's kinda crafty and demands for your attention regularly. And she will snatch you up like some feather if you're spending time with someone else, except for Molly of course. NO ONE has the guts to dare to go against Molly lol. And of course, she'll introduce you to Luna and even Luna would turn out to be very protective over you. For someone who looks so innocent and calm like her, she does know how to get rid of people who bother you and make you sad. There's always someone watching you no matter what, be it a Weasley, a Granger, a Potter, or a Lovegood... they're all there for you and they're at the back of you, scaring people off who they don't like seeing close to you since all they want is the best for you, that's all. They might not have much, but they have family and it's home...
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I read both your lute x friend reader hcs and adored themmm!!
Could I request a follow up of their first time together (I'm interested to see if previously being friends would ease some possible tension or maybe make it even more nerve wracking lol)
orrr if you don't write smut (sorry I couldn't find any rules) could I request their first date together?
it occurs to me that i should make a rules thingy, but just your luck bc i love your request + lute! so i will be doing both scenarios!
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 & 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐋𝐮𝐭𝐞!
𐐒 includes : lute x gender neutral! reader
𐐒 cw : fluff, smut, nsfw
𐐒 summary : first date hcs first up + the smuts at the end under the cut
𐐒 note : we are now a lute blog, sorry, not sorry + never tried to write smut, lmk how it went!
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞
assuming here that lute sets up the date by herself:
she'd like to do something really romantic, and personal on one hand
she's only known romance for herself through heavens versions of it, the classic pure kind of love she's been exposed to
so a date would be sort of traditional by her standards
maybe take you out to a nice, lowkey restaurant and then find a nice cloud up in heaven to sit with you afterwards
just really wants to talk and be physically close with you
(if Lute asks you on a date its her obligation to pay for you btw, just enjoy yourself)
even if you were friends first, Lute still stresses about messing up your shared relationship, both romantically and platonically (like you haven't already seen her 'flaws')
but being the strong angel that heaven demands of her, she tries not to let her nerves show
gets frustrated at herself for not being able to express her emotions for you correctly
like she commands one of heavens armies for crying out loud, how can she not articulate that she loves spending time with you properly!
So, I think her words may be a bit jumbled and come out a little rude or completely-not what she means
but her actions seem to speak louder
like the way she sits hip to hip with you, or the way her wings hover around your body, or even the way she can firmly hold your hand. proudly, confidently
and previously being friends allows her to be more comfortable around you (enough to tease and bully you still at least)
doesn't know shit about being in a relationship for sure, but with you she's comfortable enough to want to try
𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞
for your first time, she'd have to be super trusting of you
and lets be real, every time she thinks about it or you bring up intimate things with her: her face is beat red
but she doesn't mind feeling wanted in that way. . . in fact it would turn her on
of course its Lute's FIRST first time, so there's some nerves to be had, but mostly in embarrassing herself. . . frankly she's not totally sure what she should be doing. . . ?
Where- Where should she put her hands?
listen, i didn't know where to put this so im putting this hc here: Lute's upper back, where her wings start are super ticklish and super sensitive. being an angel, with her wings and back being 'a weak spot' for battle. . . its an area she'd be hesitant about. . . but she trusts you
she lets go of all her anxieties though once she realizes this is exactly what she wants
unintentionally gives you a ton of praise when you do something that makes her feel good
probably swears (a fuck ton) under her breath + unintentional love bombs
Lute would definitely let you take the reins at first, just so she can get a sense of things and to start building up her confidence a bit
and its nice to let her hands run up and down your body like she's dreamed of (on that note, she's very attentive to little noises or sighs you make)
she wants to make you feel good too, in fact, this little devil in disguise has probably been waiting for this moment
definitely wouldn't mind being the dominant one (in fact i think she'd love it)
Lute rolling the two of you over in order to sit on your lap and straddle you. . .
rolling her hips while she rides you
Fucking adores your little faces and how good she's making you feel
(last one i promise) she wouldn't be opposed to leaving at least one little bite mark on your neck
i lowkey think there was a ton i could've said but i kept the ones i could think about right now, thanks for loving lute + my hcs for her!
#no lute! dont use the lords name in vain!!#lute x y/n#lute hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lute#hazbin lute#lute x reader#lute x gender neutral! reader#lute x you#hazbin lute smut#oh boy what have i done#but lets be honest i couldve went further to the darkside#imagines#headcanon#headcannons#hcs#hazbin hotel
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Hello! May I req about reader attempting to piss off/surprise attack Dazai (BSD) so that he would kill them please? Just one character, and in scenarios would be fitting i think or it can be up to you. Thanks!
✧Attempting to Provoke Him✧ — Dazai Osamu
First time writing for Dazai, so hope this is good!
Warning(s): Talk of Suicide and Death (Thanatos Theory), Hints of Manipulation
Currently Playing: Two Breaths Walking (Reloaded) cover by Rachie
"Hey,
What are you living off of?
Who is it that drives you to go on?
Who is it that you think of?
Have you learned all of the words to say?"
It seems like you're under the influence of Thanatos. The desire of death; your untimely demise.
Something all too familiar with Dazai. However, his approach to the concept is different from yours. Well at least, in terms of how you'd like your end to be. His own methods have changed, but oh...some things just stay the same even after years have passed.
He thinks about how empty you must feel. What drove such a hole into that heart of yours in order to cause this need to have your short life ended. He'll find out that answer eventually; he always figures it out in the end. It's futile to even try to hide your true reasoning behind it. The kicker of it all being that you wish for Dazai to be the one to cut your life abruptly.
Something was wrong with this. No human being would want to commit a death that is by the hands of someone else. They'd rather do it by their own hand; to feel that sweet sense of control they never had in their lives. Why do you want someone to kill you? Well no matter, it is something he'll find out. He knows too well you won't give an answer. No person is ever honest when it comes to their darkest emotions.
Your attempts to annoy/surprise him, amuse Dazai greatly and he never takes them seriously...on the surface. He simply plays along and laughs like it's all a joke. Treats it like a game. "Oh! Nice try~ You'll have to be more stealthy than that!" Your actions are met with head pats or affectionately pinching your cheeks. You're adorable. Just like that silly little head of yours to even believe you can achieve what you want.
Those methods are in vain as he can clearly tell its you ever time you try to catch him off guard. You think just because these methods are a clear plead to be killed, they would actually give you what you want? Oh, you're naive. Dazai had already known your intentions. Everyone else could assume you are being silly, but he knows better. He's seen the glint in your eyes when you approach him with a new scheme. He's seen it before.
You're his darling after all. He knows you more than you know yourself. You want to know what does piss him off? That you want to leave this world on your own. Without him. Dazai internally scoffs at your attempts to ignite a strong reaction out of him, but they still amuse him as said before.
So let's get things straight, you are not going to receive what you desire, darling. Well, at least, not on your terms. One, you're not dying until Dazai decides it's time and two, it will be in the form of a double suicide. In order for that to be, you have to be on the same page as him. Don't worry though, Dazai has that all figured out. You'll eventually come around to the idea if you're initially against it. Wouldn't you rather see the experience of pure bliss on your beloved's face before you go? It's better than seeing resentment.
For now, you're obviously a danger to yourself, aren't you? It seems like you're at a point in your life where you simply have no control over it. The reins are no where to be found; hands feebly trying to grasp them. Someone else has to grab them for you. Whether you want it or not, that hole in your heart will be filled...with him. Dazai will make you see him as your reason to live. The absolute control over your life.
He smiles at the thought of it. What a lovely thing to think of. It will not remain just a thought though, as he plans to make that a reality. He will commend you, despite how foolish your efforts are, you certainly gave Dazai something interesting to work with. Things were going to be simple, but now a bump in the road is present. Even if it is a minor one. You're making things easier, but the good kind.
Challenging your perspective will be fun. Making you question what you initially believed will be a joy. Your original reason for the desire of death will change and Dazai will look forward to that. He looks forward to seeing you look at him like he's your lifeline.
"From today you’ll be the air I breathe
your breath is everything in me
The "I love you's" we tried to say
That we screwed up, but not today"
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Why Spenser Starke is a Fantastic Horror GM (and the Core Fantasy in Candela Obscura)
So, I have seen some rancid takes about Spenser Starke online. Less so on this webbed site, largely because people around here are not in a pissing contest to prove who’s the most cynical, superior, and dickish. But there have still been some mind-blowing ones, from “he says UM too much” (guess who else does that? Brennan, but I don’t see these people criticizing him), or “he describes scenes like shots in a movie and that’s BAD WRONG” (while you might not stylistically enjoy it, I for one adore seeing a new interpretation of how to narrate while GMing, and think he’s doing great).
But the two that rub me the wrong way most are that he “controls the narrative too tightly” and doesn’t allow the characters to meander too long before throwing them back into the narrative, and that he’s “too harsh” in that even mixed successes tend to net characters damage of some sort. I saw accusations of “GM vs Player” mentality, but everyone was clearly enjoying themselves and the experience.
And that, I think, highlights the fundamental disconnect between these complainers and what’s actually happening on the screen: they don’t understand the core experience.
They have likely never played horror TTRPGs. They may have never played TTRPGs period, and instead are armchair DMs based purely on how Matt and Brennan DM, not really understanding that there are a thousand other ways to DM. But if they have played TTRPGs, I would guess that they’ve exclusively played D&D or its ilk. And I say that because there’s a very clear belief here that empowerment and ‘winning the game’, as well as wandering about freely to create your own narrative at your own pace are all fundamental parts of the TTRPG experience as a whole. But they aren’t. They’re fundamental to D&D, yes, but this is not what players come to a game like Candela Obscura for.
Each TTRPG has a central fantasy playing out. In D&D it’s heroic empowerment. D&D is mechanically built around getting more and more power and eventually defeating the big bad. A good GM in D&D, like Matt Mercer, focuses on giving out challenges, but always helping their players strive to overcome and grow and become better. This self-actualization is at the heart of the experience.
Horror games are not about that at all. The closest to that fantasy is something like ‘Vampire the Masqerade’ or other World of Darkness games, which do feature power growth, but the core fantasy is actually about learning that you are a monster. And embracing power will lead to even greater monstrousness. The horror in games like this is both political and personal, and the system is mechanically built to accommodate that horror.
And if you watch LA by Night or NY by Night, you’ll actually see that Jason Carl employs a fairly similar narrative tightness to his storytelling as that of Spenser Starke. Because a huge part of horror is about establishing and maintaining a mood. To do that, a DM has to keep a tighter rein on pacing, cutting from scene to scene and moment to moment in a way that is more directed than in D&D, because that helps establish and maintain the vibe being created.
Candela Obscura plays, thematically, a lot like one of my favorite games to run: ‘Call of Cthulhu’. CoC is a game all about disempowerment. The power differential between the players and the monsters is vast. Combat is vicious, short, and deadly, and direct combat almost always ends badly for an investigator. There is an entire chapter devoted to running away for a reason.
Both CoC and Candela are built on danger, vulnerability, and a constant sense of tension. And Spenser is fantastic at all of these. He keeps his narrative laser focused, moving between moments rapid-fire to keep up that tension, and to introduce new dangers. He is a ‘vicious’ DM only in so much as even mixed successes hurt. But this also keeps the tension up by keeping the characters and players on the edges of their seats. They are almost never safe. They are almost never well. They are constantly juggling dwindling resources. They are underpowered, vulnerable, and afraid.
And that’s the core fantasy here: exploring fear in a safe way. Being stressed out in a way you can leave behind as soon as the scene is done. Constantly living on the edge, fighting the odds, and knowing that you likely won’t succeed or will only do so at great cost. And he is masterfully keeping that intensity running through each session.
He gives characters time to talk about themselves, time for scenes to play out, until he feels the tension begin to flag, and then he pushes on. He never lets the air go entirely out of the narrative sails. He has a great sense of when a character needs a moment (his use of the red PTSD lighting exemplifies how closely he’s paying attention to his players and adjusting the setting to fit their moods). He sometimes pushes on, gets pushback from a player who wants another beat, and is always happy to give that to them. He keeps the pace up, but is always very careful to make sure his players have what they need to still enjoy this particular experience.
All this is to say that Spenser is absolutely killing it at being an exemplary horror GM. His sense of pacing and tension, his ability to direct action while still always embracing player autonomy, and using the mechanics of the system to never allow them to feel entirely safe are all great tools in a horror GM’s toolkit.
Horror games are not for everyone. Certainly there are plenty of people who only ever want the hero fantasy of D&D, but I think it’s important to recognize what the goal of a game is, and what constitutes success within those parameters, rather than parameters that only exist in an audience member’s mind, because they don’t really get how horror games work.
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Familiar Feeling
written for @throneofglassmicrofics using the prompts "Fight or Flight" and "Daylight"
a continuation of Familiar Stranger
Word count: 698
Warnings: some angst, soft ending :)
enjoy!
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Tucked into a cozy brick storefront at the corner of Main Street and Fifth Street was Mistward, Aelin's favorite bakery in her hometown. She'd been a regular customer there since she was a child, and the warm, cinnamon-tinged air wrapped around her like one of Emrys the baker's hugs every time she pushed open the bright blue front door. She stood in line behind an adorable older couple, waiting to step up to the counter and order the chocolate hazelnut croissant and iced latte that had been her staple for years, when the bells on the front door chimed and all six foot four of Rowan Whitethorn ducked into the suddenly-too-small space.
Her chattering brain went silent, along with the hum of the bakery ambience, as her eyes crashed into his with all the force of the Pacific during a winter storm. Her spine flashed hot and then cold, a surge of adrenaline kicking her fight or flight instinct into high gear, and she was all but poised to take off like an Olympic sprinter when a warm, soft voice broke through the haze.
"Aelin, dear!" Emrys caught her shaking hands, his dark eyes crinkling with his sunny smile. "I've missed you."
She beamed and hugged him, his comforting scent of sugar and spices grounding her. "I've missed you too, Emrys."
He flicked a single, sharp glance at the man who remained frozen just inside the doorway. "Something tells me he's missed you as well."
"He doesn't get to miss me." Only a whisper, but sharper than a razor blade.
Emrys simply nodded. "I'll get your usual, dear. On the house today."
She thanked him and, carefully avoiding Rowan's presence, crossed the bakery and sat down at a weathered wooden table next to the expansive bay windows. Warm golden sunlight spilled across the old, smooth-worn oak surface, early summer daylight breaking through the morning fog, and she brushed her fingers across the tabletop, drawing in the hint of warmth.
Her coffee and croissant were set gently on the table, and she glanced up to find Rowan beside her table, nudging her plate towards her, a steaming mug in his free hand. "Emrys had me bring this for you. My name is Rowan."
"I..." Her brows wrinkled in confusion. "I'm Aelin."
"Lovely to meet you, Aelin." He dipped his head at the empty seat across from her. "May I?"
Reining in her flight instinct, she nodded. "Why did you just introduce yourself to me as if we don't know each other?"
Shadows flickered across his face. "You said we were strangers." He set down his mug--Americano, one sugar, the same coffee he'd been drinking since they were sixteen. "So I did what any stranger would do when he sees a beautiful woman."
A long-buried, achingly familiar feeling tugged on Aelin's heart at the sincerity in Rowan's words. "Okay." She sipped from her coffee, willing the beverage to give her strength. "Why are you here, Rowan? I thought you promised to never come back."
"We both know I could never stay away." Deep green met sunlit turquoise again, both stares open, searching. "Aelin, I...I was every kind of idiot, and you're right. I should have tried to--I should have tried."
Slowly, she nodded. "I was...in a difficult place, mentally and emotionally, and I've made a lot of progress since then, but I know now that nothing would have changed." She twisted the hammered gold band around her right forefinger. "I come home every summer."
"I know." He laughed sheepishly at her incredulous expression, a coral flush dusting his cheeks. "Uh...I might have asked my mom to tell me if you came back."
"You little snoop," she teased, and the mischievous humor that glinted in her eyes warmed his heart like a shot of pure sunlight.
His fleeting grin washed over her like the tide. "I could never let you go, Ae."
She reached across the table and laid her hands atop his, stilling his tapping fingers. "Then don't."
Her figure was framed in a golden wash of daylight as she leaned across the table and touched her lips to his, softer than the brush of morning mist against his skin.
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hello, can i have some domestic headcanons for Langley x chief. or just nsfw headcanon with top chief if you are comfortable.
I have many NSFW headcanons for Langley, but only some apply to this situation. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy!
NSFW content below the cut.
NSFW headcanons for Langley and top!Chief
Maybe with some Sinners, Chief could be a “pure” top.
Not with Langley. With Langley, the only top Chief’s going to be is a service top – Langley holds the reins still, at the end of the day.
Part of this is simply the fact that Langley needs to be in control. For anyone in the DisCity’s political scene, but particularly for a Paradeisian spymaster and convicted criminal, control can be the difference between life and death, so she’s not exactly willing to cede it. Chief can be on top of her all they like, but Langley is the one setting the tempo.
Sex with Langley is rarely, if ever, a soft and gentle affair. Rather, it’s rough, fierce and at times intertwines pleasure with pain – in part because their jobs leave little free time for anything slower, and in part simply because that’s the way Langley likes it, and Chief certainly isn’t complaining.
Langley is always the one to offer sex. When Chief accepts, it isn’t long before the spymaster is the only thing adorning the Chief’s desk, pinned beneath the other. Notably, the Chief always ends up fully undressed first.
Chief is allowed to tease Langley… technically. But if they do it a second longer than Langley permits, they’ll quickly be punished with sharp nails raking down their back or teeth biting harshly into their skin, both leaving behind prominent marks. Chief doesn’t mind, though it’s always an embarrassing affair to have to cover up any visible bruises or scratches the next day.
…Of course, Langley does often like to scratch and bite without being provoked, as well. Sometimes it even draws traces of blood to the surface. The first time it happened, Chief had several realizations about themself all in the span of a few seconds.
Surprisingly, Langley’s breasts aren’t much of an erotic zone for her. Occasionally, Chief will go for them anyway, sucking on her tits like their life depends on it. More often, though, they’ll run their hands along Langley’s sensitive sides and abdomens while making out with her. On days where Langley is feeling particularly relaxed, she’ll allow the Chief to touch her shoulder blades as well, which, while they’re an erotic zone for her, are also a location she doesn’t often trust others with.
As far as preferred sex acts go, Langley enjoys having the Chief eat her out and penetrate her in equal amounts. In the case of the former, she’ll always roughly tangle her hand in Chief’s hair and pull on it, cooing words that mix between praise and degradation.
When it comes to penetration, she doesn’t particularly care if Chief is using a strap or simply what they were endowed with, as long as they’re rough about it. Soft sex holds no interest or true pleasure for Langley, and she’s more than happy to let them know if their performance is dissatisfactory. She won’t be nice about it, either.
Either way, Langley is not particularly vocal during sex – most of the noise will definitely be coming from Chief. The biggest indications that Langley is enjoying herself are physical – the quickening of her breath and, of course, the undeniable facts presented by her arousal.
Work doesn’t always allow time for proper aftercare after sex, so if they’re running short on time, Langley always focuses on Chief’s aftercare. She can be surprisingly tender during these moments, albeit in a very Langley way, as she’s well aware of how she can get during sex and wouldn’t want her adorable rookie to suffer any of the possible side-effects of a lack of aftercare. It always amazes Chief just how casual Langley is after sex.
If they do have more time, though, Langley herself is partial to sharing a bath and a glass of wine. Chief doesn’t usually drink during these moments, but it’s nevertheless a rather tranquil moment of a rare peace for the both of them.
#ptn#path to nowhere#ptn langley#path to nowhere langley#langley#ptn headcanons#path to nowhere headcanons#headcanons
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This headcanon/fic hybrid has been updated and partially rewritten to have a proper beginning, more fleshed out middle, a new ending, and better perspective. You can find it here!
Anonymous asked:
Lionlander?! Idea!
What if I'm some way somehow S/o ran into Homelander and a whole scenario played out like the Lion with the thorn stuck in his paw and Homelander being the lion of course and little s/I bring the mouse lol. I can imagine it now! Homelander being in some situation where he can't believe he actually needs help (not sure what kind of situation that would be lol) uhhh how could the great Homelander get himself stuck in this mess?! Then little short adorable s/o comes along just ordinary and minding her own business and notices poor Homelander in his situation she doesn't laugh or get scared despite his grumpiness towards her instead she just smiles sweetly and comes over and helps him... Being completely warm and friendly wanting to make a new friend rather than run away...
OOHHH you know, I've been pondering the repercussions of a possible "kryptonite" for Homelander being discovered. An Anti-V, if you will. Imagine he's soaring through the sky and hears something whistling through the air behind him. Some kind of projectile? a small missile, maybe? It's nothing he hasn't handled before. It could blow up in his hand and he would be fine.
In that split second he has to react, he decides to forego dodging it, and see where it's coming from, honing in his vision, except as it gets nearer, his vision begins to tunnel. What the fuck? His reflexes slow, and before he knows it, the projectile strikes him in the chest, fumes filling his lungs and coating his skin. He feels like he's been turned inside out. Suddenly he's plummeting towards the ground, and crashes directly into your backyard, an eruption of snow and yard furniture.
He's out like a light, and when you muster up the courage to approach him, he's not moving. Oh god, he's not breathing. In your panic, your brain shuts off, and you act without thinking.
When Homelander comes to, he's being shaken. No, compressed, hands over his chest, pulsing again and again in a rhythm. Warm lips press against his, and a rush of air fills his lungs. His eyes snap open, and out of pure reflex, he shoves you away from him, sitting up with a frenzied look in his eyes.
You should have flown back thirty feet with a shove like that. Instead, you only fell back onto your ass. Homelander's hands are shaking as he looks at them, and he can feel blood dripping from his ears, taste it in his mouth. He's disoriented, his whole body feels heavy. He's having trouble breathing, and his heart is pounding.
"Someone tried to kill me," he rasps in disbelief. Not surprised that someone tried, but that someone very nearly succeeded. "Someone... Someone tried to fucking kill me," he says again, growing more hysteric the more the pain sets in.
He's wild-eyed, breathing erratic, and you're afraid he's about to put himself into cardiac arrest. He may not have his usual strength, but the brutal way he punched his palm into your chest was still no joke.
"Homelander!" You address sharply, trying to rein in your own bubbling panic. What if whoever tried to kill him is coming for him? "I can help you, okay? Let me help you."
Maybe it's something in the tone of your voice, equal parts authoritative and compassionate, or maybe it's the degree of his vulnerability sinking in, but after a second of dumbfounded staring, Homelander nods.
It's pure adrenaline that gives you the strength to help him into your house. He's practically dead weight in your arms, barely keeping himself on his feet as you both stumble into your living room. The height difference does neither of you any favors.
You get him down onto the couch before fetching a wet rag and a first aid kit. As you lean over him, he sees a mottled mark blossoming darkly across the center of your chest, just under your collarbone, approximately the size of his palm.
Without thinking, he reaches up to touch it. You startle, looking down where he touches. You now notice the beginnings of the bruise, too.
"Don't worry about me," you tell him, as comforting as you can muster. It stings where he presses his fingers in, the skin tender. You grasp his wrist and gently lay it back down at his side.
I'm not worried about you, he thinks numbly. "That should have caved in your chest."
"Guess it's my lucky day, then," you say absently, more focused on using a wet cloth to wipe away the blood from his temple, up into his hairline, seeking the injury. You're meticulous but gentle in the way you handle him, cupping the side of his face to turn him one way, then another. "I think these need stitches," you say, brows furrowed. Homelander's gaze lingers on your lips as you speak.
What kind of person sees someone fall out of the fucking sky, and then thinks to give them CPR?
"I'm calling an ambulance," you say, moving to stand. Homelander catches you by the wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
"No, no, not... Don't do that," he says, screwing his eyes shut briefly. No one else can know that this happened. Besides, if those psychopaths are still out there, it will draw them right to him. "Too much attention, I just... give me a fucking minute," he says, flexing his hands. They still feel weak, tingling like they've fallen asleep, but the pain is beginning to abate.
Whatever was done to him, it doesn't seem to be permanent.
Thank fucking Christ.
"Okay," you say tentatively. Instead, you continue wiping the blood from his face, gently rubbing it from his temples, down his jaw. Homelander watches you like a hawk, rolling his fingers in and out of fists, gradually feeling his strength return to him.
He's unaccustomed to the way you're handling him. One hand cupping his jaw, ginger in the way you move his head, though only when you absolutely need to. The concern wrinkled between your brows is so palpable, so sincere, he almost forgets you're strangers.
"What're you doing?" He asks, voice low, nearly a growl.
You pause, looking down to meet his eye. "Oh, I just... There's still blood, and I didn't want to leave you alone."
Your response tightens something in his chest, like a steel coil wrung too tight. It's uncomfortable. He feels small, vulnerable, and the tenderness of your touch is doing nothing for the feel of it.
"I don't need you," he snaps defensively. "I'm fine."
"Okay," you respond, aggravatingly calm. Still soothing. "What do you need?"
Homelander opens his mouth, but hesitates. Your earnestness is infuriating, waiting on baited breath for what you can do for him. He closes his mouth, jaw tight. His gaze flickers back down to the bruise on your chest. It's darker now, varying shades of purple and yellow fading into one another.
Looking back up at you, Homelander evens his expression. "Close the blinds," he says, gesturing with his head to the window, where you have twinkling white Christmas lights strung up. "I need to lay low awhile."
Though he can feel his powers steadily returning, it would be foolish to fly before nightfall. Whoever shot at him could have another round loaded and waiting. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll find out who it was, and rip out their fucking spine.
You've already gotten up to do as he asked, drawing the blinds down, and then closing the curtains over them. Afterwards, you turn to leave.
"Hey," Homelander calls, frowning. You stop in the doorway. "Where are you going?"
"The kitchen," you answer, hand on the doorframe. "You can call if you need something."
"Stay here," Homelander says, ignoring the bit of petulance he can hear in his own voice. He doesn't care if you're confused. He doesn't care that he doesn't entirely understand himself. He just wants you to stay.
Homelander watches you take a seat at the end of the couch, near his feet. He exhales, closing his eyes. It isn't as though you could do anything if proficient killers did appear, but for whatever reason, no matter how useless you would ultimately be, he feels better for having you near.
After half an hour, his senses begin to sharpen again. It begins as a dull, irritating buzz at first, but grows gradually more clear. Of all the commotion he's becoming aware of, he fixates on your breathing to drown out the rest.
After an hour, he learns your name, that you work from home, you like decorating for Christmas, even when you spend it alone, and that you've lived a thoroughly dull, ordinary little life until this very moment.
From his observations , he's learned the rhythm of your heartbeat, that you touch your face when you're nervous, and that you would rather laugh than take any of his disparaging remarks about your mundane life to heart.
"I think it's very lucky for you that I am so boring. I might not have been here otherwise," you counter. Your smile is so utterly charming, Homelander forgets to refute your point. Instead, much to your alarm, he sits up.
"Oh, steady. Are you sure you're okay?" You ask, standing as he does. Homelander stretches his hands out in front of him, and then curls his arms back in. Exhaling, his eyes flare crimson. He likes the way it makes your heart jump when he looks at you through the red glow.
Homelander's lips quirk, lasers fading out. "Good as new," he says confidently, though the aches of his fall still linger in his joints. He takes a few long strides across your living room, pausing in the doorway to your kitchen, where he can see through to your yard, and the absolute crater he left in it.
"Vought will... take care of that," he says, gesturing vaguely to the destruction.
You can't help but laugh, crossing your arms. "I appreciate it, but really, I'm just glad you're alright," you say honestly, staring out into the wreckage of your yard.
Homelander purses his lips slightly, glancing at you from his peripheral. Above him, he feels something brush the top of his head. When he glances up, what he sees hung in the doorway makes him smile deviously.
Without warning, Homelander puts his hands on your waist, and pulls you to him, lips landing warm and firm on yours. He absolutely devours the surprised little noise you make against him, halfway tempted to see what other sounds he can wring from you. He hears your heart begin to race, and much to his delight, you kiss him back. You even surprise him by grabbing the back of his neck, sinking deeper into the kiss.
When Homelander pulls back, you're flushed prettily from the tip of your nose to the tips of your ears.
"What... was that?" You ask, dazed.
"Mistletoe," he purrs. You look up when he points, and huff a gentle little laugh, nodding at the aforementioned ornament dangling above you.
"Is this your way of saying thank you?" You ask playfully, your shoulders relaxing. "I hope you're still going to pay for my yard."
It's Homelander's turn to chuckle. "Oh, no. I haven't said thank you yet," he says, hands lingering on your hips. He'd only meant it to be a quick thing, but now you're toying with the hair at the nape of his neck. He licks his lips.
There's still a couple more hours until sundown. Once he gets back to Vought, he'll figure out exactly what the fuck he got blasted by. For now, he owes you a proper thank you, and himself a little Christmas treat for his trouble.
#hahaha I CHEATED and made it christmas themed!!!!!#this got WILDLY out of hand it was too long to post as an ask lmao#homelander x reader#homelander x you#my writing#depowered homelander#gonna have to go back and make that a proper tag since it's a running theme now#this definitely started as a headcanon and then went off the rails#ask and you shall receive#darling anon
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ellie appreciating you with her hands. <3
requests are open!
Ellie hated patrol.
Partially because of the immense amount of infected, and partially because she has to endure Dina's dramatic bickering for hours. If she had no self control, she would have scraped out her eardrums with her pocket knife by now.
"-and I really feel like we'd get back together. But- every time we break up and get back, it feels different." Dina sighed and untied Japan from a broken water pipe. "Maybe we should stop trying. I don't know. Guys are a lot more difficult."
Ellie laughed. It's not that she'd know how different it'd be, since she's not into the whole 'man' thing. Her feelings are conflicted, however, a part of her wanting to lie about it. It would be better, she thinks; it wouldn't give room for anyone to give her shit about it.
She smirked. "Yeah," she says, rubbing the pads of her fingers on the metal ball of her eyebrow. "Tell me about it."
The rest of the ride to Jackson was quiet. Only the sounds of birds in the Spring whistled in the air along with the fresh breeze that carried the smell of cedar and grass. It was still early, a few hours after noon, with the sun a couple inches from the horizon and still emitting a beautiful pink hue.
Anyone with eyes could tell Ellie was excited to arrive home. All she wanted right now was food, a bed with clean sheets, and you. It wasn't arguable that she wanted you there the most. Her love for you is treasured in the deepest areas of her heart, yet she cannot speak of it, because everyone thinks you are only a friend, a roommate, as Dina put it. She loathes that part of it all. She loathes that she cannot give affection to you at dances or anywhere public. She always ends up staring at straight couples, giving them looks, and cursing under her breath when they kiss, show too much skin, and grope each other inappropriately. If that is allowed, why am I not?
As the giant wooden doors shut behind them, Dina hops off her horse and takes the reins. Ellie climbs off Shimmer and hands her reins to Dina.
"Put her up for me, yeah?" Dina rolls her eyes.
She passes the reins to her left hand and flattens her right, then holds the tip of her fingers to her forehead and juts them out like a Soldier's salute. "Got it, boss."
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You knew Ellie would be back very soon. And time was running out.
You anxiously stirred the canned Alfredo sauce that you had poured into a pot moments before. The stove hissed and shuttered. This thing may be a little too old.
Abandoning the sauce, you scan the Cookbook laying on the counter. Leafing through the pages, the subtitles catch your eye: Sweets and Pastries... Condiments and Spices... Pasta and Sauces.
"Bingo," you mutter to yourself. You advert your gaze back to the pot, and just your luck, the sauce seems to be a little darker than usual... and there's smoke billowing out of it.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You hastily turn off the heat and grab the pot by the handle, then dramatically throw it into the sink, turning on the cold water through the faucet. You wait a couple seconds before removing it and putting it back on the stove.
The pang of the pot hitting the stove muffles the creak of the front door opening and shutting. You stand there for a minute, staring at the browned residue in the interior of the pot, wondering how you could screw up something so badly.
Just as you were about to turn around, two strong arms grab you by the waist and gently pull you closer. Your anxiety spikes for only a moment, before you hear a voice you couldn't ignore.
"Hey, babe."
You turn around and are welcomed with a look of pure adoration. Her closed smile brings out the most secret feature on her face that only you see the most - her dimples. You can't help but place the palm of your hand on her cheek and rub the dip of skin with the pad of your thumb.
"Hey." You return the smile. "I tried to make dinner, but I kind of.. fucked it up."
Ellie's eyes turn from your own to behind you, where the pot remains, hissing tauntingly.
She thinks it's kind of cute, how you tried to do something nice for her. She thinks every little thing you do is adorable.
"It's okay," She whispers, using her fingers you loved oh-so-dearly to push a strand of hair away from your face. She stares at your own eyes, her pupils dilating more and more with every movement you make.
Suddenly, she backs away. Her facial expression turns solemn, almost tearful, like she's just been hit with the most gut-wrenching news she could ever receive. She twists the rings on her fingers a few times before speaking.
"I think we should talk." Her gaze meets your own, and it's almost as if she can read through your irises and pinpoint exactly what you're thinking. "No, not like that. I mean, I just really feel like we.. shouldn't be this secret."
You involuntarily yet subtly cock your head. "What do you mean?"
"I just," there's a few seconds of silence, her anxiety wafting in the air so thickly you could almost feel it. "I just want to be able to tell people that I love you."
Ellie stands there while you two bathe in silence for a moment. The sunlight is fading now, the open window letting in a cool air in contrast to the red and yellow hues of the sunset.
You knew Ellie was scared to tell anyone, even her friends. You both knew about that girl who got outed by a couple teenage boys who were raised the wrong way; they had fed her to Clickers out on her last patrol.
"You can," you practically whisper, approaching her and grabbing her tatted hand gently. "You can tell everyone. Everyone is scared of you, Ellie. And they should be."
"But I'm just a girl," she breathes. Her height over you makes her look down to meet your eyes as you walk closer, chests almost touching in the tight proximity. "Not a threat."
Your gaze drops from her eyes to her lips. Doing this still makes you nervous, like a giddy teenager; it just feels like you're doing it again for the first time.
She places her hands on your hips. Your breath hitches and her breathing quickens, and you move closer to her. And closer. Closer.
Before you touch, she puts her finger to your lips.
"What are you doing?" She says with a smirk. Her voice went rough, quiet - just like when she gets when she's annoyed or hurt - but this is in a completely different context.
The question hangs unanswered in the air for a beat. You immediately feel small, vulnerable, under her strong gaze. She knows what gets you, and it only makes you more curious.
"What do you think?"
You give her a challenging glare. She returns it, accepting your challenge, and waiting for who makes the first move. She waits for you. You wait for her.
It all happens so fast.
Your lips connect in such aggression that she has you flung against the kitchen counter, 5 feet away from where you were originally. Her calloused fingers find their way under your shirt, massaging the stretch marks and scars that you call imperfection. She calls them perfection.
Her cold rings drag against your skin as the kiss deepens. She gains her control by biting your bottom lip, enough to make you gasp in a way to allow her past your teeth. The metal ball on her tongue rubs against the roof of your mouth, making you moan in thought as you think about what she could do with that.
You easily submit to her. She knows she has you, because she's pulling your pajama shirt over your head and throwing it off to an unknown location to pick it up later.
Ellie pulls away for air, and you whine, leaning in to find her lips again to no avail. "Breathe, baby," she murmurs. You pull yourself up to sit on the counter and lean your head back against the cupboards. With your neck exposed, Ellie attacks it, biting and sucking on tender skin like her life depended on it. You moan at the pleasurable pain and expose your neck more to her, allowing her to move lower to your clavicle, toying with the fabric on your back and unhooking it to reveal your chest.
All of her movement stops. She does nothing but stare at you chest, mouth agape, practically drooling on herself as she reaches to touch you.
"You're so fucking beautiful," she keens, latching her lips onto your left and sucking generously while massaging the other. She copies the same motion on the right while you grind against the air, desperate for her to speed it up. You grab her by the shirt and pull her closer.
"Take it off," you say, slurring your words, still stuck in a thick haze that Ellie has put you in. Only Ellie.
She complies, retracting her lips from your chest and lifting her shirt over her head. You have barely any time to look at her before she picks you up Bridal style to your room. Or the spare room; you never really used it anymore.
She roughly lets you fall on the bed and wastes no time to climb on top of you, straddling your hips and using her hands to pin your shoulders down. She has you under her strong control, and you almost moan just thinking about it. She puts her lips against your ear.
"Do you want me?"
You nod feverishly, groaning, practically unable to use your words anymore.
"Good girl," she growls, roughly placing her right knee between your legs. You immediately grind against it, moaning as you finally receive some friction on where you needed it the most.
She moves her head down to your stomach, licking and kissing the scars and stretch marks, giving them each a bit of her attention to give a subtle reminder.
Ellie moves her knee away from your thighs, and you whine pathetically. She scoots back and toys with the button of your jeans, looking up at you as a silent question. You meet her eyes, nodding for her to continue while she unbuttons your pants and unzips the fly. She pulls them off of you like if you were to break at any moment.
She wastes no time to remove your underwear, hooking her finger underneath the band on your thigh and slowly pulling it down your legs.
Something in her switches. Her irises narrow and seem almost animalistic as she gives the first touches to your folds, feeling how wet you've gotten from the past few minutes.
"Fuck." Your body is shaking at this point, twitching with every drag she gives against your clit. "Please, please, Ellie..."
"Please what, babe?" She smiles at her one-ended question, knowing exactly what you want. She presses harder against your clit when you don't answer.
"Shit! Shit, please just.." You're heaving now, the tight coil in your stomach is so close yet so far. "..just more. More, please."
Ellie says nothing but pulls her hands away. She goes to pull off her rings but something stops her, and she hesitates. What occurs to her may be a little far-fetched, but she thinks, what if I don't take them off?
Pushing them back up her ring and middle fingers, she lifts her middle and pushes inside of you, slowly. The drag of the metal ring on your spot make your back arch as one long-kept moan is drawn out of you.
"Yeah?" She breathes, tauntingly. Each pump of her finger draws so many sounds from you that sound like songs to her ears. She cannot get enough of it. "You like that?"
She slows down to add her ring finger. While she pushes them in, she lowers herself so her face is level to your folds. You look down at her, just to see she is already looking at you hungrily, wanting to taste you more than anything. You reach over to her hair and pet her softly, dragging your thumb on her eyebrow piercing and massaging it gently against her skin.
She moves from your hand to lick around your clit, dragging the metal ball on her tongue around your sensitive bud like she couldn't get enough.
You try your best to grind against her fingers and tongue, chasing that far away pleasure that creeps oh-so much closer, but Ellie sees it. She removes her fingers and climbs up to straddle your hips again.
"You're that fucking desperate, huh?" She laughs. She raises her fingers to your face, resting her palm on your bottom jaw and prodding your mouth with her ring and middle. "Open up."
And you comply, opening your mouth to allow her fingers inside. You swirl your tongue around her, tasting yourself and cleaning her from your wetness. Ellie watches closely and you keep eye contact with her through it all.
"Fuck," she gasps, removing her fingers from your mouth and resting her thumb on your lips. "You're such a fucking whore, aren't you?"
You moan at her words, grinding on her weight as she's sat on top of you. She's still in her bra and jeans, and you're completely exposed. The contrast between you and her makes you feel smaller, like she has full control of you; and she does.
She sits up to go to the next room without a word. Panic rises in your chest, thinking you did something wrong, until she returns with a strap around her waist.
You knew she had this, and she made subtle jokes about it, but you never thought you'd see it in person. It's a good size, and a comedically bright purple. She sees your smile when you look at it, and she poses slightly as if to say, 'funny, right?'
She climbs on top of you and connects your lips together. The kiss is quick, passionate, and just enough to disconnect from your previous mood shift. She moves her hand south to guide the end of the strap to where it needs to be, and she rubs it against you to lubricate it. It drags along your clit perfectly as you grasp Ellie's shoulders harshly.
"God.. Ellie," You moan, moving your grip from her shoulders to the sheets below you.
She hums, content in your sounds and puts her face in between your chest. Using her hand to guide herself, she slowly pushes in.
You cry out, biting your fist to muffle your sounds. She thrusts again, drags it out, then in again, and out.. and it feels amazing, how your bodies are connected in such a way that allows you to feel good like this. You think you could cherish this forever.
Ellie snaps you out of your daze to grab your wrist and pull it away from your mouth. "Don't hide. I wanna hear you cry for me," She growls. "Wanna hear your pathetic little sounds, baby."
With that, she speeds up her pace. Each drag of her strap against you feels so good, to where you can't think of anything except for "Ellie, Ellie, Ellie..."
The wet sounds of you and her fill the room, reminding you that she is in control, and she is making you feel this way. And its so goddamn hot in here.
She moves her hand from your wrist and puts it around your neck, holding you in place, exactly where she wants you. You're reduced to a whimpering, whining mess, with tears tracking down your cheeks and that coil in your gut is tightening more and more.
"Ellie, please," you beg, crying out, "I'm so close."
"Then come for me," She sighs, breathless. Beads of sweat collected around her temples. "Let me hear you.”
You don't know what happened next.
She continued her thrusts through your high, only stopping when you were physically able to tap her twice on her side. She collapsed on top of you, gaining her breath and rolled off of you on her back.
After a moment, she reached down and unhooked the strap from the loops of her jeans, and discarded them across the room.
She reaches out to you and pulls you closer, wordlessly looking in your eyes as a silent I love you. And you love her, and you hope you spend the rest of your time together.
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Last question, who are your fav downwolders and why?
Ahh… well it has to be….
The one….
The only….
💫Magnus Bane! 🥂
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Queue the music!
Now. Reasons reasons reasons. Where to begin.
I took my time thinking about this question bc there are quite a few downworlders I have an affinity to. But the showdown where it was REALLY hard to pick one or the other was the battle of the warlocks…
Tessa or Magnus.
On the one hand, I love Tessa So much (wrote a piece on why you can find here hehe) and I truly think she is a timeless character (well before she became literally timeless ie. immortal) and her influence throughout the shadowhunter world is iconic, relevant and enduring.
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However… her choices and inner narrative became a bit clumsy dealt with and a bit inconsistent unlike Magnus’s, as the shadowhunter novels went on. Of course, characters are allowed to change, grow, develop at any age, but her character felt slightly manipulated in the writing? All for the sake of peddling the plot. Not to get TOO into the whole herongraystairs touchy topic but I do think as I’ve grown up and done over a handful of rereads I do spot the slight manipulation that started then, which kind of set a precedence in her character throughout. I adore Jem but he as well was felt a bit clumsily. Topic for another time.
Meanwhile Magnus, while through his own self discoveries and through his own immortalities feels more cleaner in plot. He’s necessary, vibrant, witty and is that character that you ALWAYS look forward to reading. He is That character that just lights up a room and you wait with baited breath on what he’s going to say next. His air of lightness that he brings into every interaction makes you be able to read and listen to him all day long. With long promises made of laughter, sage advice, experience, history and adventure.
“I've got a stele we can use. Who wants to do me?""A regrettable choice of words," muttered Magnus (City of Ashes).
And because of this, when he is being serious, his words strike you when you least expect it and leave you stunned.
“You endure what is unbearable, and you bear it. That is All” (Clockwork Princess).
His bisexuality was handled wonderfully, and was truly one of the first stories I think our generation read where the sexual identity wasn’t about coming out but already at the stage of acceptance and fun loving. He remains respectful and doesn’t want Alec to rush out of the closet but rather does the best thing- inspire Alec to be the best version of himself in life which is finite. That’s the best thing a partner can really do for you.
However he isn’t a Mary Sue bc in every series he stars in the reader sees his vulnerabilities in pure daylight. And also has a plot line that challenges his Yodha immortal dogmas. Will being one weakness of his in TID, Camille and how she mistreated him and being alone in a very sad world. I don’t think these topics were explored nearly as well with Tessa.
“You left me. You made a pet out of me, and then you left me. If love were food, I would have starved on the bones you gave me” (City of Fallen Angels).
And of course, his relationship and development with Alec is my top 3 relationships in all the shadowhunter world. It felt natural, wonderful, sizzling, exciting and steadfast. Didn’t feel too young or naive like I sometimes feel when reading Clace, but new enough to feel like the honeymoon will never end. And I think in part it’s because of Magnus bringing out the best in people, and how Alec chose him. Of all the people Magnus helps out, he actually doesn’t really ask much in return. But for once Alec did a double take on him and let Magnus take the reins of where their relationship will lead them. With great readership payoff 🥹💍
“You could give me the past,“ he said a little sadly. “But Alec is my future” (City of Fallen Angels).
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In fact, he has SO much to offer we got standalones, his own mini series with his partner and constant features in further novellas stories. There is no other character in the Shadowhunter chronicles who has been that centre stage as him. And he deserves all of it.
Favourite Swiftie songs that r HIS:
• BEJEWELED
• Begin Again
• Welcome to New York
• You’re in Love
• Karma
• You’re Not Sorry
• Ours
• I Know Places
• You’re on Your Kid
• Castles Crumbling
• The Last Great American Dynasty
• The 1
• Hoax
So yeah the superlative for the best Downworlder has to go to the delightfully and wonderfully written…
Magnus Bane <3
(Art credit: kasirose)
So yeah! I hope the answer makes up for the wait @imabitchforjemcarstairs ILY! And thank you so much for the lovely ask!
P.s. if any artist doesnt want to be affiliated, kindly DM me and I’ll remove your lovely art and mention from the post :))
#bejeweled magnus#magnus bane#shadowhunters essay#TSC#TES#cassandra clare#TDA#TLH#Malec#TID#ask#iamabitchforjemcarstairs
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