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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 1 month

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full hc request: mc and m6 celebrating holi ?

(i am friendless this holi and i will cry over it)

-🫧 anon

The Arcana HCs: Celebrating Holi

~ most of this is based off of childhood experience celebrating in South Asia, thank you for resurrecting all the fun memories anon! ~

Julian

He loves the concept of it

A community event, full of color and celebration? Heck yeah! This extrovert is pumped and ready to spread the joy!

This extrovert is also a doctor

And this doctor is already gearing up for the aftermath - for all the people who caught cold running around in wet clothes, the injuries from hopping around on wet cobblestones and twisting ankles ...

... the overenthusiastic celebrants falling into the canals and bumping their heads, the kids who always end up licking the color powder and find out the hard way what they're allergic to ...

And of course, the mild panic he experiences for the next week seeing faded stains on his patient's skin and faces and briefly mistaking them for bruising

Seriously, why do bruises turn every color of the rainbow??

But all that aside, he's excited to celebrate with you and will even bend down so you can smear some color on his face and eyepatch

Asra

Oh, they are thriving

This is easily one of his favorite events of the year. This gets more planning and preparation time than ... most things, really

They insist on making (or at least, modifying) all of their own colors and stock up on everything from powder to paste to dyes they can mix with water and spray at passersby with a water gun

Some of them he enchants to be holographic. Others, to hover menacingly in the air and then engulf whoever walks close enough

It's one of the few times when all the kids in the neighborhood flock to them because they know that nobody will kit them out for a proper water fight like they will. It's on

His hair is going to have colors lingering in it for over a month

The magic use does get just a little bit out of control, sometimes - they've been politely asked to stay away from the town square, since the statues still occasionally puke neon rainbows

Will put a spell on you that morning so nothing can stain you

Nadia

Does she enjoy and look forward to this festival? Yes. Is she stressed beyond words? Also yes. She needs a break

The sheer logistics of organizing a national holiday aside, Holi is messy. The streets are full of people, traffic is impossible for the day, injuries are spiking from partying too hard, and the cleanup

Don't get her started on the cleanup

Vesuvia has plenty of white marble statues and fountains that end up coated in the rainbow every year (though it's gotten easier since a certain magician was banned from the town square)

Not to mention the series of legal cases afterwards when some merchant passing through sells a load of poor quality colors

That won't stop her from enjoying it with you. She'll set up the garden and spend an afternoon chasing you around with her palms covered in color, darting out to leave smudges on your cheeks

If she moves a little more slowly to ensure that she gets covered in your colors as well, then. That's for only her and the shrubs to know

Muriel

A festival so exciting and intense that crowds of people flood the streets and smear colors all over each other with abandon?

Yeah, you can count him out

The concept of celebrating color and the triumph of good over evil is delightful, but you both know that if he joins he'll suffer at best and have a full-blown panic attack at worst. Better not

He'll celebrate with you in his own way

You'll find a forest clearing, pull out all the environmentally friendly colors you've stocked up on, and goad him with rainbow fingerprints into a playful game of tag among the trees

His artistic side will make itself known, waiting for you to tire yourself out before he sits next to you and traces swirls and runes all over your arms and face with featherlight touches

Of course, this only works if you're distracted with something while he does, or else your eyes on him will make him freeze up and blush. (the shaky little smudges those cause are the best)

Portia

She adores Holi and she is Prepared

She knows all the tips and tricks to get through the day with as little misfortune as possible. Old, cheap clothes that you don't mind getting stained. Oil on your skin and hair before you go out

And of course, a mom bag stuffed to the brim, half with celebration essentials and half with mischief implements

You look tired and a little overstimulated. Here, wipe your face and hands with this damp towel and drink some water. She packed snacks - do you want a cookie or a sandwich?

You look like you could use an advantage. Here, take this dye filled water balloon and throw it at the nearest street sign - the partygoers underneath will have it in their hair for weeks

Her favorite celebration spots are right in the middle of wherever the kids are having their massive water fight. Nobody can amp up mediate one of those like she can

Will shamelessly cover your clothes in her handprints

Lucio

He loves it for the first fifteen minutes or so

A town-wide celebration that fills the streets? Heck yeah, he is all in and having the time of his life! He has permission to splash color all over random strangers? Awesome! He's going all out -

... until he starts to receive the same treatment, which means his hair is getting messy and his clothes are going to stain and there's dye all over his face and absolutely ruining his eyeliner

Yeah, he's done, and he's going to start sulking if he doesn't get a hot bath nice and soon

Mercedes and Melchior, on the other hand, are having the times of their lives. It's chaos dialed to the max and they love the chance to weave between people's legs and splash colors everywhere

Of course, they also have gorgeous long silky white fur, which gets absolutely saturated with pigments and dyes as they run wild

Bathing them afterwards is a legendary nightmare and the pastel hues linger on their backs for quite a while

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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liyatime · 7 months

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hii if requests are open i'd really like a heeseung with male!reader with them either in highschool or college au, with hee being the school's star basketball player. just something cute with hee calling reader his lucky charm and kissing him before every game, please <3 you can add more to the scenario if you want to!!

💭. . . "FROM KISSES TO VICTORIES" . . 🏀

🏀 pairing ; college au ! lee heeseung x college au ! male reader

🏀 genre ; fluff

🏀 cw ; kissing ??

💭 a/n ; THANKS FOR REQUESTING ANON! this concept is actually so cute 😭😭 <33

it was a (temporarily) sunny afternoon at the bustling basketball arena , where heeseung , the star player of his college basketball team was getting ready for a crucial home game. he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves , knowing that (m/n) , his partner in crime would be in the stands cheering him on.

heeseung stood in front of the mirror , adjusting his red basketball jersey and giving himself a pep talk.

as he made his way to the court , heeseung looked for (m/n) in the stands , he started to sweat before the game even started, he was excited and nervous at the same time.

the moment (M/N) arrived at the arena , his eyes scanned the court to find heeseung's jersey number. when he spotted him , their heart skipped a beat. he couldn't help but admire how handsome his boyfriend looked in his #11 red jersey.. <3

"HEESEUNG!" (m/n) shouted , gaining hee's attention. heeseung waved excitedly at (m/n) from the court , fueling his excitement even more. (m/n) took a seat in the stands , smiling brightly and getting himself situated.

heeseung quickly diverted from his team to quickly talk to (m/n). (m/n) met his boyfriend on the sidelines and they gave each other a quick kiss , heeseung holding his hands, "I'm glad you could make it baby.." heeseung said , caressing the back of his boyfriend's hand with his thumb. "of course i came, i always come to your games!" (m/n) said excitedly , giving a toothy grin. they continued to talk for a good minute before heeseung had to return to the court, (m/n) smacked his butt for good luck.

as the game began , heeseung unleashed his secret weapon(s) , crazy and unexpected moves that left the opposing team dumbfounded. he dribbled through their defense like a hot knife through butter , spun in the air for jaw dropping layups , and even attempted a behind the back dunk that had the crowd gasping.

the crowd erupted in cheers , and (M/N) couldn't help but join in , his voice blending with the loud screams of excitement. the screams rumbled the stadium and heeseung could feel his ego building up with each scream.

Heeseung stole glances at (m/n) whenever he had a chance , flashing them a cheeky grin or blowing him a playful kiss. his presence gave him an extra boost of energy and a firey determination to win the game.

during a timeout , heeseung caught sight of (m/n) in the stands. he raised his hand and formed a heart shape with his fingers , mouthing an "I love you" to him. (m/n) blushed and blew a flying kiss back , sending a surge of warmth through heeseung's veins.

as the game reached its climax , heeseung's team was neck and neck with their opponents. with a few seconds left on the clock and the score tied, heeseung found himself with the ball.

after running down the court and dodging any attempt of the ball being stolen, he launched the ball through the air, and time seemed to stand still as it swished through the net , sealing the victory for his team. the crowd erupted into a frenzy , and heeseung turned to (m/n) , his face beaming with delight.

they waved at each other excitedly , giving each other eye catching toothy grins. heeseung couldn't wait for this game to be over so he could take his boyfriend in his arms.

as the crowd began exiting the gym , (m/n) waited on a bench outside for heeseung's team to exit. after a few minutes of waiting , the crowd had cleared out the gym , and it started to pour , luckily (m/n) was under the roof.

heeseung's team soon made it out of the building and heeseung was the first one out of the building, he spotted (m/n) waiting for him and ran up to him, they both hugged and heeseung shoved his head in the crook of (m/n)'s neck. "you won!" (m/n) exclaimed "of course i did , i won because you were there.." heeseung said , getting all sappy.

(m/n) giggled, continuing to hug heeseung. heeseung's team was teasing hee , whistling at him and (m/n). heeseung got flustered and sat on the bench with (m/n).

heeseung's team notified him they were leaving and left heeseung and (m/n) to their lonesome. "you know, (m/n).." heeseung started , (m/n) perked up. i couldn't have done it without you cheering me on your presence just.. gives me the power to win all my games." (m/n) blushed and leaned into heeseung's embrace , taking heeseung's hand into his.

"oh, please.. you were already amazing before i came along , but i have to admit, my cheers do have some secret magical effect on your game." (m/n) said , heeseung giggling. "but really (m/n).. i'm the luckiest guy to have you as my cheerleader.. you make every game thrilling and every victory sweeter , i wouldn't play for anyone else.." heeseung said.

heeseung leaned in , brushing his lips against (m/n)'s in a tender , sappy moment.

after a while of (m/n) and heeseung and their moment , they decided it was time to head home , it wouldn't stop pouring and it was dark. they stood at the end of the cement , (m/n)'s jacket over their heads , "RUN !" heeseung exclaimed , they jumped off the cement and ran towards the nearest bus stop together.

they made it to the bus stop and threw themselves onto the bench , (m/n)'s head leaning against heeseung's shoulder as they panted. heeseung saw (m/n)'s eyes were closed and leaned into his ear and whispered,

" 사랑해, 나의 소중한 LUCKY CHARM "

#liyatime. . 💭.#divider by skylightlantern #kpop #kpop x male reader #kpop fanfic #heeseung #heeseung x male reader #heeseung fanfic #enhypen #enhypen x male reader #college au #basketball au #fluff fic

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elitadream · 2 months

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If the Mushroom Kingdom has a different calendar then I'm headcanoning that there's still a month that begins with Mar- XD

I vote either Marcelium (like mycelium) or Marasma (based of the Marasmius genus of mushrooms)

Anon.. your mind, omg. 🤯 This is genius!!

LOVE the idea of the months, days and even the seasons having mushroom related names. Each Kingdom would have its own thematic calendar, and the one Peach governs would be no different. You've literally found the perfect alternative right there! 👏🏆

I was thinking most of these designations could also potentially be variations of / or actual Latin mushroom names, like Hericium, Lepiota, Agaricus, etc. And there's indeed Marasmius as well, so that could totally work! 😃

I have now 1000% adopted the headcanon of there being a mushroom calendar thanks to you. This concept is absolutely delightful! 🩷🍄

#asks #mario #headcanon #mushroom kingdom #calendar #concept #thoughts and ramblings

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elvisabutler · 1 year

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Austin!Elvis x reader - Elvis convinces the reader’s mom to let her stay at Graceland for the whole summer. You can do whatever you want from there.

queen of graceland

summary: your parents don't like elvis one bit. you do like elvis quite a bit. somehow you get your parents to allow you to stay with your boyfriend all summer. the two of you have a plan to make your stay permanent. fandom: austin butler | elvis ( 2022 ) | elvis presley rating: m pairing: austin!elvis ( 50's ) x female reader word count: 5007 ( do i have an explanation? no, no i don't. but welcome to why my requests take a hot minute i guess? ) warnings: p in v sex ( unprotected ). oral ( f receiving ). breeding kink. mutual weirdly wholesome entrapment. everyone is of age. going against parents' wishes. controlling parents. pregnancy. gladys' death is mentioned at the very end. mentions of elvis's close relationship with his mother. author’s note: first off anon! thank you for this request and saints preserve me i am truly sorry it took so long to get to it and it turned into- well this. so i got this before i did kinktober and blah blah we all know life is hectic around the holidays but once i realized this clearly is happening with an of age reader and all that jazz i had to pick an elvis and while i believe it can be agreed that this prompt lends itself well to a sort of dark ( or innocent tbh ) 70s elvis thing- my brain settled on this interesting 50s elvis mutual entrapment breeding kink thing that was originally a little darker but still has those morally grey tinges. i hope you enjoy anon, i did actually really like this prompt from the moment i got it. special thanks to @blurredcolour for being my 50s elvis woman always and my partners in breeding mrs. presley crime, y'all know who you are. and if you all so desire you can imagine elvis in this. but i did try and stay closer to the movie than i have lately on some of my specifically austin elvis requests as of late.

Your mama hates Elvis, it's a fact you've known since the moment she laid eyes on him when you brought him home. First it was that he wasn't good enough for her daughter, too poor, too stupid and too destined to be in the poor parts of Memphis until he dies. Then it was that he was too vulgar and too free wheeling and he was just gonna hurt you, besides what would he see in the girl he left behind at home. All the things she whispers in your ears aren't true because you know as well as anyone the Elvis is practically obsessed with you to the point of madness. It flatters you and delights you enough to make you want to keep him until the end of both your lives. It makes you want to claim him and keep him as your own, to be at home while he travels the states or to accompany him, whatever he wants and whatever brings you the most pleasure in your life.

These wants are how you found yourself practically begging your mother for permission to spend the summer at Graceland after Elvis has already plead his case. You're nineteen and an adult but you still live under your mama and your daddy's roof so their rules are law. And their main rule is one date every two weeks with you and your boyfriend. The concept of you spending an entire set of months with him is not one they're willing to easily agree to but you promise that no funny business is going to go on and besides, his own mama would rather die than have him do anything untoward to you. Nevermind that she's been pressuring him to put a ring on your finger since she realized that you were fine with how close they were, found it endearing and hoped, God willing that your own son and you would have the same sort of relationship. Granted, you were aware that it was unhealthy and all but- Elvis wasn't ever going to unwind himself from his mama so you dealt with it, you could deal with it and charm her to where she needed to be charmed.

Elvis doesn't waste a minute as soon as he sees you walking up the steps of Graceland, carrying two bags full of clothes you planned on wearing while you were there. He takes them from you despite your valiant protests and sets them down by the door the moment he shuts the front door.

"Can't believe you got her to agree to it." Elvis grins, practically bouncing on his heels. He looks like a kid in a candy store, like you've given him the best present you could have for his birthday, his Christmas, his everything. "Getcha all to myself all summer."

You move closer to him moving your hands to his hips and pulling him in for a kiss that's supposed to be chaste but- you've missed him too much to try, instead allowing your tongue to meet his and your teeth to pull at his lip earning a low moan from him as you pull away. "If you do your job right, it'll be longer than the summer, Elvis. I'll be here every summer. Every winter." You move one of his hands to your stomach. "I'll be here every second you want me and them to be."

His eyes widen just a hair before he rubs at your stomach, picturing you full of him, your stomach swelling with a baby or two he's put there. Picturing you going home to your parents only to be sent back because his child or children are growing inside you. The only thing that keeps him from pulling you inside and fucking you against the nearest surface is the knowledge that his mother and Mary and Grandma Dodger are in the kitchen but he moves closer to you anyway, pulling you inside as he nips at your ear. "That you askin' for a baby, Satnin? Askin' for me to fill ya up before ya go back to your parents? Make them see ya belong wit' me?"

You feel your arousal pool in your undergarments as you clench around air, wishing he was having sex with you already. Wishing you could feel his cock filling you up in just the way you needed. A noise of pure desire- a mix of a coo and a whine- leaves your mouth as you push him against the wall by the door. "That's me beggin' for one, El." Your own accent thickens, brought on only by the desire coursing through you at proving that you belong by Elvis's side.

Elvis looks like he's about to say something, or like he's about to lift you up against the wall- everyone be damned before he hears his mother shouting his name and he growls against your neck, allowing himself to at the very least shove his knee in between your thighs. Gladys comes around the corner, grinning and looking pleased as punch to see you even as you take just a second to grind on her sons' thigh as you smile over his shoulder at her.

"Y/N!" She shouts, starting to walk to toward the pair of you, causing Elvis to move his thigh from between your legs and turn to face his mama. "Bewbie, you were supposed to tell me when she got here!"

Elvis has the decency to look chargined for a moment, burrowing his face into your shoulder like a little boy and mumbling. "Mama- she just got here and I missed her."

"And you think I haven't?" She frowns, lightly slapping his arm and pulling you away from him. If she notices anything about his lower half she doesn't say anything, instead focusing on pulling you in for a hug. "A whole summer with us, oh- I was thinkin' I was gonna have to talk to your mama myself to convince her." She pauses and looks at Elvis. "You'd have thought she thinks my bewbie's gonna ruin you."

Elvis looks over at you as his mother just squeezes you in her hug. His teeth are biting into his lower lip as he tries not to laugh, knowing fully well that had she not interrupted you that he would have been well on his way to ruining you by the front door. Your smile back at him is full of promise and can barely be called a smile, edging more to a smirk than anything else. The idea is for him to ruin you this summer, you are both entirely aware that your parents will never let you be with Elvis as long as they live unless something drastic changes. Unless they're forced to allow him to be with you and while you like to think there's a better option, from the way you and Elvis keep looking at each other you both have come to the same conclusion, there isn't. He's never going to be good enough in your parents' eyes for their baby even if he makes all the money in the world or if he settles down and stops making that rock and roll music. No, he's always going to be that boy they don't like, that boy who'll only ever bring ruin to their baby girl. Even if that's the furthest from what he is, from what he wants to be.

In a perfect world, he likes to think he'd have you after seeing you dressed up all in white, looking a vision from the bible, all virginal and ready for him to explore in ways no one ever had or ever would after him. You'd be underneath him, writhing and panting in the way you do when you both get a little hot and heavy in his Cadalliac but he'd have you bare and so open to him. So open to be able to receive his cum, so open and ready to give him children so that he could see you swollen with him. So that he could see a little blond boy or girl suckling at your chest with you all sweaty after having brought them into the world.

in a perfect world, he likes to think the two of you would have a gaggle of kids after you got married and that he'd take them on the road with him. Get himself a bus like BB where he can just have you and his kids as a little moving sanctuary or maybe just have them at home with you taking care of them. He knows you might wanna work outside the home but he also knows that can wait, he could provide for you both and for anyone else for now. In this world though, in the world you both live in he has to find a way to even have you for longer than a summer and drastic situations call for drastic measures. The pair of you are so busy looking at each other that neither one of you are really paying attention to Gladys when she pulls away and says something to the both of you only to shake her head at how little you're both paying attention.

"Ignoring me because you can't take your eyes off each other-" She sighs a little, clutching her chest at the image. "I'll leave you two be, Elvis go take her things up to her room, show her what we set up for her."

You raise an eyebrow as she leaves and within a minute you're up against Elvis, grabbing both of your bags for him to take from you. "My room." You pause and giggle softly. "You mean the room that's just going to have my clothes in it?"

Elvis has to shut his eyes for a moment as he shakes his head, exhaling softly. "Darlin'- if you're lucky your clothes are gonna be there. I plan on havin' ya everywhere in my damn house."

A gasp leaves your mouth as he takes the bags and starts to walk up the stairs. "Everywhere in the house, El- what about everyone else."

He's silent as you head up the stairs and doesn't bother to answer your question until you're both safely in your room. The bed is simple enough, large enough for you and Elvis to be on it together easily and the room is surprisingly simple in decoration. Gladys' influence, you figure. The bags hit the floor with a thump as suddenly you find yourself being walked back to the bed. The back of your knees hit the bed frame and you let out a huff of surprise before flopping on the bed. Elvis doesn't miss a beat as he crawls on top of you, his eyes heady with desire.

"Satnin, darlin' they ain't here all the time." He starts before kissing at your neck, his hands moving to undo the buttons of your blouse with surprising ease. "And if you want to leave here with my baby in you, we gotta make sure there's enough of me in there. Gotta make sure you're full of me. Gotta make sure it stays and catches, like they all say it does."

A shiver goes through you at his words, your hands moving to undo his belt and pants, some sort of primal need overcoming your desire to say anything else. He's right and you know this. You know that there's no guarantee you'd get pregnant on the first try, that practice makes perfect and it wouldn't hurt to have him fill you up with his- release as much as he can. Yet, hearing the words come out of Elvis's mouth, hearing how he's going to fill you up has your body on edge, has it craving what he's offering. You faintly hear a chuckle as you struggle with the button to his pants and feel his warm hands- always so large- over your own, assisting you before you triumphantly achieve your goal. Your hand slips into his underwear, finding its way to his cock easily, feeling his foreskin and how dry it is before you pull his cock out. Elvis grabs your hand and spits into it, knowing that sometimes you forget to spit, forget that while his precum helps, the beginning part, this part depends on a little extra liquid.

"Don't hold back, darlin'." He mutters, seeing your lower lip caught between your teeth. "Gonna make you mine, wanna hear how you love it. How you would have sounded if we could do this proper with a wedding an' everythin'."

If you're embarrassed at the whimper, it doesn't show, the arousal starting to seep out of you becoming unbearable as your chest heaves just a tad. Elvis watches your breasts still in your bra bounce that little bit as your chest heaves and tries to focus on anything but your hand wrapping around his cock as you move your hand up and down for a moment before starting to pull back his foreskin. He hisses the second your thumb brushes against his tip. His precum makes it glide easily but- it's too much, he wants to be in you, doesn't want to waste a single drop down your throat or your hand or anywhere. Somehow his hand makes it down to your skirt, pushing it down with an ease he'll explain away later as just dumb luck. He knows fully well it's come from the few times he's had someone on the tours but he loves you- has loved you from the moment you agreed to date him but he was lonely. Somehow your underwear comes with the skirt and you find yourself shivering at the cold air against your pussy. Elvis looks down, his fingers sliding between your folds, marveling at just how wet you are for him. A growl leaves him unbidden as he moves to shoo your hand away from his cock and lines himself up with your exposed pussy, allowing himself to put just the tip in, feeling you stretch around him. He knows he should wait, knows that you've stretched yourself as much as you can playing with yourself over the phone while he pumps his cock in empty hotel rooms, but it's nothing compared to his cock inside of you.

His eyes dart across your face, asking for permission to push in farther and you nod just barely, your eyes shutting as you feel the burn of his cock in you. It's a uncomfortable but you manage, breathing through your nose as he takes his time. You figure this has to be torture for him, after all you had felt how hard he was, saw how red the head of his cock looked but he's still being gentle. He's still putting your needs so far above his own. This is what your mama doesn't see- the man who treats you like a goddess when he's fucking you for the first time. You roll your hips up, earning a groan from him as he increases his speed, taking your actions to mean he can. Whimpers and small tiny moans escape your lips, providing a small symphony of noise around you both as Elvis's lips smack against yours and against your skin and as your skin meets over and over again as his hips rut against you. Your brain floats the more you feel him, the more you feel a coil deep inside of you tightening, feel yourself inching closer to the edge. Your hands move to his back, pulling him closer into you before you hear him curse, and feel his hips rut a few times in quick succession before feeling a warmth inside you. Your own orgasm follows soon after, the moan that escapes your lips being swallowed by Elvis's kiss so as to not arouse suspicion of what you've done up here. Elvis stays on top of you, keeping his cock inside you even as he catches his breath and his hips still pump ever so slowly into you. Your ears faintly register a faint squelching noise as he does and you find that you can't look Elvis in the eyes, the noise somehow reminding you that this is an inherently filthy act. A moment passes of still hearing the noise before your vagina inadvertently clenches around him, earning a low growl and a biting kiss from Elvis.

It was like you were trying to suck him into you, trying to make sure no part of his cum or him would be free of you. You don't intend for it to be that way and yet it's how it goes, allowing you to hold him close as you both continue to catch your breath. The amount of time that passes isn't something either one of you pay attention to before Elvis starts to pull out, earning a whine from both of you as he does.

"Got me in a vice grip, Satnin. Gotta let me go, mama was cooking with everyone- gotta make sure we keep up our strength." He murmurs, kissing your cheeks, your lips and down your neck to your chest. "Gonna have fun tonight- play with those breasts of yours. Show ya how our baby is gonna eat from ya."

A low keen escapes your lips as you push him off of you, knowing that the way he's talking is going to have you pulling him back on top of you, ruining any hope you have of getting to stay the rest of the summer. Gladys may want you here but she doesn't know what her son and you have planned, how right she is about him ruining you. How with any luck, you'll be leaving with a baby in your belly that will round out your form and have your parents forcing him to marry you. A simple entrapment scheme- but one you and Elvis are privy to while either set of parents aren't.

It takes a moment before you and Elvis are put together and you hear Gladys calling for both of you as you're both smoothing out each other's hair, making sure it's just mussed and not completely giving away how fucked out you are. That it's not giving away how you feel his cum leaking out of you enough that you want to push it back in but know that it can wait. This time it doesn't need to take. Besides, if it did- why you think you'd be leaving with an already there bump, and that won't quite do. Elvis kisses you one more time, gently before grabbing your hand. "Come on darlin', gonna show ya how it's gonna be when you're here forever."

True to his word, Elvis does manage to fuck you in just about every place in the house, except for the few rooms that are off limits. Sure, the Colonel comes and has to have meetings and Elvis has to leave one week to record some music but otherwise, he's by your side unable to keep his hands off of you. Unable to keep himself from being in you the moment he can, there's even a moment while you're out on the porch with you in his lap and your skirt billowing around the two of you as he fucks you while watching the sunset. Your period doesn't come the last month you're there, and Elvis finds that any time he touches your breasts you hiss, swatting his hands away. He doesn't dare put into words what he's thinking, what you're both thinking until the hot sticky August day you have to leave. You're waiting for your father to come pick you up, sitting in the living room and Elvis finds his hand moving to your stomach, rubbing it, trying to feel out a bump he's praying he'll get to see soon.

"Ya think it took this time, darlin'? Think they're growing in there?" He murmurs giving you a soft kiss as he does. "It's out last shot, don't think ya parents are gonna let ya come back if they aren't."

One of your hands moves to cup Elvis's cheek while you place the other on top of his hand that's on your stomach. "I'm not gonna think about it that way, don't wanna talk 'bout it and then something happens. Have a little faith, El. You know I want this as much as you."

He nods exhaling shakily. "I-I know, just don't wanna think of a world where I don't get to keep ya. Where they keep ya away for good this time, ya- ya know I gotta do one of those tours soon and I wanna be able to take ya to see some places, baby."

Your lips quirk into a smile. "And you will. Faith, baby. Faith." A honk interrupts whatever you're planning on saying next and Elvis pulls away slowly, his hand reaching out to pull you up from the couch as he kisses you goodbye. "Make 'em send you back as soon as ya know, lil one. Please."

The only answer you give him is a nod as you rush out the door, carrying your bags and cooing a loud hello to your daddy.

Elvis- Elvis doesn't see you for another two months. Not intentionally on your part, mind you, but more due to the fact that your mother sees the signs and hopes and prays she's wrong. Prays that her fears won't be confirmed, that after she let herself be charmed by you and that stupid young man that he's ruined you. You've always stayed the same size, always been able to not need your skirts or your shirts changed since your waist and your chest settled into what they are. Yet, here you are, slowly filling out, your breasts pushing at the buttons of your blouses and your stomach starting to bloat. She thinks it's just your period only to realize it's not when you don't come to her as you would normally like clockwork. You're eating everything she puts in front of you and she swears on more than one occasion she hears you retching in the bathroom in the early evening hours.

It all comes to a head one afternoon with you on the couch, your hands settling on your stomach, highlighting a bump that's starting to form, that's beginning to be more pronounced by the day- that has her seeing red in her mind's eye. Her question is brusque and to the point.

"When was your last period?" She pauses. "Don't lie to me, Y/N."

In another time and place, one where you aren't secure in the knowledge that you're carrying Elvis's baby, you'd look away when you answer, too mortified to admit that Elvis got you pregnant because you wanted him to. In this time and this place, you press a little harder into your stomach, trying to protect your baby from your mother, lest she do something awful. "Three months ago. Maybe almost four, I lost count, mama."

All hell breaks loose after that, with your mama screaming and telling your father and calls to Graceland where you can hear Gladys calling Elvis's name sounding more angry than you've ever heard her. Throughout it all- despite it all, you're in your room smiling, talking to your stomach telling the baby that's growing in there that they're gonna meet their daddy finally. A week after you find yourself being driven to graceland in a coat to keep yourself warm in the cool weather while also hiding what's underneath from the fans gathered outside the gates. Your daddy leaves as soon as he sets your luggage down next to you, muttering about how he always knew that boy would ruin you and now he's gonna be stuck with him as a son in law.

The door opens to reveal Elvis looking like he's going to curse someone out before he realizes it's you. No words are exchanged as you open up your coat carefully and grab Elvis's hand to press against your bump. You're wearing a tighter blouse than normal to highlight it, and Elvis starts to breathe a little heavier taking note of just how much you've started to change in the months since he's seen you. He pulls you inside, grabbing the bags with a speed you marvel at before he pulls your coat off and takes a proper look at you.

You breathe slowly and Elvis swears he sees one of the buttons on your blouse look as if it's going to pop off before you smile ever so sweetly at him. "Mama hasn't let me get new clothes and- I wanted you to see what you've done to me." You lean forward, your lips brushing against his ear. "How you've ruined your sweet girl. Would have waited a little longer but I wanted you to see me grow."

His only answer in reply is lifting you up with a surprising bit of strength onto the dining room table, laying you out on it with your legs dangling at the edge, his head moving under your skirt. You can barely hear what he's saying as he kisses up your thighs but what you catch has you shivering in delight. "Made you better. Gave you my baby. Made it so your mama had to let you go. Get to stay with me. Be my girl, be my queen of Graceland."

You try and push him away, your brain reminding you that there's people in the house and you can hear cooking happening in the kitchen but your attempts are forgotten at the first brush of his tongue against your slit and the brush of his nose against your clit. He licks at you like a starving man, his tongue fucking your pussy like a pale imitation of his cock as his fingers play with your clit, rubbing and touching and even pinching in the way he's learned you enjoy. You bite your lip, whimpering even as you do, trying to keep quiet so that no one realizes just what Elvis is doing to you even as you barrel quick enough to your orgasm that it shocks you with the sheer force and speed it comes at you.

Gladys voice rings out as your chest is heaving and Elvis finds his way out from under your skirt, his face glistening as the door to the kitchen swings open. His mama sees you on the table and looks to her son, her eyes narrowing just a hair before she shakes her head. "Bewbie, you're- we gotta get you two married before you do anything else." Her face flushes just a little. "Off the table, Y/N. Let me see you and my little grandbaby you got growing here."

Her hands move to your stomach, feeling around like she's looking for something before her lips curl into a sad little smile. There's a moment where she looks like she's going to lean in to tell you what she's thinking before she stops herself and just pulls you into a hug. "I'm- We're gonna take good care of you here. Gonna make sure you and this baby have all the strength you need. I told Bewbie to marry you but- didn't think you'd both be so silly to do this to make it happen. It's alright- what's done is done and now we have this to celebrate."

And so life goes until everything comes crashing down with the papers and the Steve Allen show and Russwood- it all culminates in you seven or eight months pregnant, wishing you could drink as heavily as Gladys is when you hear your husband is getting shipped off to Germany. You promise to take care of his mama and promise to call him the minute you go into labor so that he doesn't miss seeing his baby born while in training. Yet, you find that you fail the first one so miserably when you come across Gladys on the stairs, slumped over, forcing you to call Vernon to help you with her. Not even the movement of the baby within you is able to rouse Elvis from his tears until the Colonel says something to him. You're hidden away from the cameras at Elvis's request. People know he's married, know that you are due to give birth any day now but beyond what everyone's already seen, he doesn't want anyone to see you, not right this moment, not when everything feels so raw and he's got to protect his only girl left- his queen of Graceland.

It's the day before he goes back to finish training when you feel the pain- when you feel your back and stomach twist and you moan in the bed, clutching at your stomach like that will help. This would be so much easier if Gladys was there, she could coach you through this. Elvis forces his way into the room, too scared to be away from the only Satnin he has left, too scared he'll lose you too if he lets you out of his sight. When you push out your first and it still feels like there's another in there- you realize just what Gladys had held back this whole time, too superstitious to even whisper to you that she figured you were too big for just one baby.

You name them Elizabeth and Loretta and Elvis promises to find a way to have you all brought to Germany with him. It takes a year but when you finally do see him again- when you finally both see each other again? You make a vow to stick to each other like glue if only because you're both so tired of being separated when there's no reason to be, no matter what the Colonel would like to argue.

And if perhaps your number of children shows that level of togetherness? Well. You can't very well be a queen without plenty of heirs, now can you?

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reasonsmandy · 1 year

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Private Drum Lessons

Warren Rojas x Fem!Reader

✧.* requested by anon — ¹ omg can you do prompts 50, 11, and 23 for our fav drummer warren rojas? ² I really like your works. And I see you're taking a request. I would like to see Warren Rojas x Reader with prompt number 50. Thank you.🫶🏼

✧.* summary — You had only one rule in place for yourself: Don't get romantically involved with anyone you work with. However, Warren Rojas made you change all your plans.

✧.* warnings — slightly smut content. MINORS DNI

✧.* word count — 4.0k

✧.* 🥁 — Warren's masterlist

✧.* mandy's notes — You have no idea how much I loved writing this, now i want a "forbidden" romance with my favorite drummer.

You tried your best to keep your relationships with any band you managed strictly professional, you had already had many negative experiences in this environment, even more so for being a woman in it. So your best decision was never to mix any relationship to avoid future problems, but Warren Rojas changed everything.

When you first met Warren, you were struck by his talent and charisma. When you agreed to manage the band, you already had great ideas for the tour, they were the most famous band at the moment and having them as clients was a huge milestone for your career. You knew that it was important to maintain a professional relationship with all of the members, but there was something about Rojas that made it difficult to keep things strictly business.

The invitation to work with them came from Daisy, she had heard about your work from Simone and was delighted with what you had done on other projects of yours, Billy was reluctant at first but after getting to know your work he accepted.

You scheduled a meeting with the whole band to decide the main concept of the tour and the musicians' wishes regarding it, and that was the day you met Warren Rojas.

At your first meeting, you tried to ignore the flutter in your stomach as Warren introduced himself. He was handsome and charming, with a mischievous glint in his eye that made your heart skip a beat. You tried to focus on the task at hand, discussing the band's upcoming tour and the logistics involved, but every time the drummer spoke, you found yourself getting lost in his voice.

You immediately tried to remember all your principles regarding your work, it was difficult to keep your attention on the plans and write everything down correctly, because for some reason every time he smiled you felt a shiver on your whole body. He seemed to notice this because whenever he looked at you he would smile with his tongue between his teeth, a classic way he used to flirt without any words.

But that wasn't the first time he had seen you, in fact he had watched you since the first time you got to know the band's sound on live. Daisy called you on the phone and said that they were interested in having you as their manager, you clearly knew who they were, but you pretended you didn't and said that before accepting you would have to see a rehearsal of them to know if the band was your profile.

So that day was the first time Warren saw you, he was struck by your beauty. You were standing at the side of the stage, clipboard in hand, watching the band's soundcheck with a critical eye. Your pretty hair cascaded over your shoulders, and your eyes were being illuminated by the sunlight.

Warren couldn't help but feel a flutter in his stomach as he watched you move gracefully across the stage, making notes on your clipboard. He had always been drawn to strong, confident women, and you exuded that in spades.

He had heard that you were the new manager for the band, but he hadn't had a chance to talk to you yet. He wondered if you would be interested in him, if you felt the same attraction that he did. Billy was always very stressed when they had to present to anyone, and with that he was bizarrely more demanding of everyone, so that day he could only watch you from afar thinking about how your voice would sound, and looking forward to having a conversation with you.

…

Despite your best efforts to maintain a professional distance from Warren, you found yourself increasingly drawn to him. There was something about the way he played the drums, the way his body moved to the rhythm of the music, the way he always made funny faces while playing 'Aurora', the way he loved playing with the sticks drawing your attention to the agility of his fingers, that sent shivers down your spine.

You tried to focus on your job as the band's manager, but you couldn't help stealing glances at Rojas whenever he was around. He seemed to sense your attraction to him, and he began to flirt with you shamelessly, always finding a way to be close to you. And fucking hell you loved it.

The way your name sounded on his lips made you imagine how it would sound under different circumstances, you couldn't help but picture different scenarios with the drummer. Every time he got close you wanted to feel his touch, feel his lips against your skin, and it was driving you crazy more and more.

You kept trying to resist his charms, reminding yourself that getting involved with a band member was a terrible idea. But as the weeks went by, you found it harder and harder to ignore the chemistry between you two.

…

They were performing the second show, you could hear the crowd cheering and applauding. One by one they came in to thank everyone and say their goodbyes. When they came backstage and you greeted them with a big smile and said "Congratulations, you killed it!" to each one of them.

Billy didn't take long to retire to his bus, Daisy called you to the party but you said you had a lot to get ready for the next trip and maybe next time you would go, you saw Eddie, Graham and Karen leave with the redhead and you said a quick goodbye to them.

While you were trying to focus on getting things in place, the presence of the drummer didn't allow you to concentrate, you could feel his gaze on your every move which made you get goosebumps. You gather your courage and turn to face him, hands on your hips and eyebrow arched.

"Can I help you with something Warren?" You ask, trying to maintain your composure but now you face him you notice how handsome he looked that night.

"Why are you running away from me?" He asks without presumption, causing you to be caught unnoticed.

You try to keep your voice steady as you speak to him, but you can feel the desire building inside you.

"I'm not running away from you, Warren. I'm just trying to do my job." You try to keep calm, but with each step he takes closer to you, you shiver.

"Come on, Y/N. You can't deny that there's something here. I can feel it every time we're in the same room." He got closer, and this time you didn't try to get away from him anymore, you couldn't.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You become aware of yourself again, pulling away from him.

"I bet you think about me all the time, don't you? Dreaming of what it would be like to have me." He bites his lip, then smiles.

You drop your gaze to the ground, avoiding looking at him any further.

"Warren, I can't." You keep your eyes on anything but him.

"I know you're trying to be professional, but you can't deny the chemistry between us. It's like fireworks." He holds your hands in his, and you bring your gaze to the drummer, feeling such fireworks in your stomach.

"Rojas, I'm serious." You say it more like a whisper, even though your words said the contrary your body showed that you wanted him.

"You can't resist me, can you?" Warren says, a smirk on his face. "Even when you're trying so hard to play it cool, I can see right through you."

You frown, trying to control the beating of your heart that begged you to kiss that man in front of you.

"You don't know a goddamn thing." Your voice was weak, as were your legs with his presence so close.

"Yeah, maybe you're right and I don't know shit." He says still with that damn smile on his face. "But I know about me, and I guarantee you Y/N… every time I see you, I just want to throw you on that couch and have my way with you."

"Fucking hell Rojas." You utter, feeling more and more the urge to surrender to him. "I made just one fucking rule, I can't."

"Just one night, no one will know." He leans closer, kissing your cheek. "You know what they say, mi amor. The forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest. Don't you want to try a little taste?"

"Fuck you!" You exclaim, kissing him with every desire you had.

As your lips meet his, a shiver runs down your spine. You can feel his warmth, his strength, his desire, all pressed up against you. His lips are soft and firm all at once, his tongue expertly exploring your mouth. You find yourself losing control, your hands running through his hair as you pull him closer. The kiss is deep and intense, full of longing and hunger that has been building between you for so long. You can feel yourself getting lost in the moment, forgetting everything else except for the sensation of his lips on yours.

You feel a spark of electricity run through your body, a sensation that you've been longing for since the moment you laid eyes on him. His lips are soft, yet firm against yours, as his hands caress your back, pulling you closer. The kiss is heated and intense, filled with all the pent-up desire and tension that has been building between the two of you. You can taste the sweetness of his lips, the scent of his cologne enveloping you. It's a kiss that feels like it could last forever, and you don't want it to end.

…

You swore that after that night that desire you had for the drummer would disappear and you would finally do your job without distraction. But you were wrong, everyday when you saw those brown eyes on you you remembered the way he looked at you while kissing your thighs, every time you saw those curls you remembered how it felt to have them between your fingers as he kissed your neck, this man was driving you crazy, you couldn't stop thinking about him.

Today you had a meeting to decide some last details about the concert in Pittsburgh, you were sitting waiting for the band members in a random restaurant in the city, you shuffled your feet in pure anxiety as you scrolled through the list in front of you, you had a lot of ideas but it was hard to sort them. Without looking up from the notebook in front of you, you feel the presence of someone sitting in front of you, you didn't have to make any effort to know it was him, you recognized every detail of him.

"You're early." You say, still looking at your notebook.

"Couldn't wait to see you." He responds with a smirk, leaning back in his chair and running his hand through his hair. "You know, Y/N, you look even more beautiful when you're stressed."

You sigh, rolling your eyes at the comment. "You came early just for that? Because if it is, you can come back later, I have a lot to work here and I need to focus"

"Oh don't worry Hermosa, I'm here to help you out." He says adjusting his vest, resting his back on the chair. "Come on bring it in, I'm listening".

You explain your ideas for doing an exclusive show in their hometown, you read topic by topic of your list in detail talking about each one. When you're done, your eyes go to the drummer again, waiting for his opinions.

"I'll be honest I didn't pay attention to anything you said, your lips got me distracted." You can't help but laugh, rolling your eyes.

"See? You're not the best at staying focused on things Warren." You say, laughing a little.

"What are you talking about?" He says pretending to be offended. "I'm always focused… on you." He finishes his sentence by winking at you

"I'm serious Rojas, I have work to do and…" You watch him intently, your eyes focus on his bare torso with the chains around his neck and that vest that made him so handsome.

"Like what you see?" He says with a smirk you hated the way he had power over you.

"Can you please put a shirt on? It's distracting me," you blurt out, finally looking up from your notebook to see the drummer sitting across from you with his signature vest and bare chest. You try to keep your composure, but the sight of his toned body makes your heart race.

Warren chuckles and leans in closer, "Distracting you? Or turning you on?" he teases, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

"I'm not turned on by you Warren." You try to pretend to be convicted about it, but he only laughs at your words.

"That's not what you said that night, honey," he whispers teasingly.

Your heart races as you try to maintain your composure. "I was drunk," you mutter, knowing it's a weak excuse.

"Sure you were," he chuckles, his hand sliding up your thigh under the table. "But I bet you weren't drunk when you begged for more."

Your breath fails when you feel the drummer's hand go up your thigh, you close your eyes tightly trying to focus on what you had to do. Warren gets up from where he was, you frown not understanding where he would go, he just sits down next to you.

"Let's try one more time princesa." He says moving closer to you, you could feel his breath getting closer. "From topic one, explain to me."

You notice your uneven breathing, Rojas seemed to have you in the palm of his hand, he knew how to mess with you in every possible way. His hands come back to rest on your thigh, caressing it and slowly going up under your skirt. You hold back your urge to moan against his touch, he smiled to see you slowly surrendering to him.

You clear your throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. "Okay, topic one," you say, trying to keep your voice steady. "We need to finalize the setlist for the Pittsburgh concert."

Warren nods, still teasingly caressing your thigh. "And what do you suggest for the setlist, mi amor?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the sensations he's causing in your body. "I was thinking we could start with 'You were gone' and then move on to 'Honeycomb,'" you say, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand.

Warren hums, his fingers trailing higher up your thigh. "Mm, that's a good idea," he says, his breath tickling your ear. "But I think we should add 'Kill you to try' in there somewhere."

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan as his fingers brush against your panties. "Yeah, that's a good suggestion," you say, your voice shaking slightly.

Warren leans in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe. "You know, I think maybe we can add 'Regret me' after this one?," he whispers, his fingers slipping beneath your panties.

You gasp, your body responding to his touch. "Warren, please," you say weakly, but your body betrays you as you arch your back against his touch.

He chuckles, his fingers continuing their teasing exploration. "Please what?" he asks, his hand inching closer to your core. "Please stop? Please keep going?"

You bite your lip, trying to hold back a moan as his fingers tease you. "Please...focus," you manage to say, trying to keep your mind on the meeting.

"You know it's easy to solve this, right?" He whispers, stopping moving his fingers, you bite your lip in frustration. "You only need to ask me."

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. "I made a rule not to mix work with pleasure, Warren. And I intend to keep that rule."

He leans in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "Who said anything about pleasure? Maybe I just want to work on my thigh drumming technique," he whispers, making you shiver.

"I never heard of any technique like that." You say, looking deep into his eyes.

"I can teach you all of them if you want."

As Warren leans in closer, his lips almost touching yours, you hear a voice coming from behind him.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," you hear Eddie's voice from behind you.

Warren quickly withdraws his hand from under your skirt and sits back in his chair, a sly smile still playing on his lips.

"No worries man, we were just about to get started," he says, looking over at you and winking.

You feel flustered and embarrassed, knowing that maybe Eddie had caught you in a compromising position with Warren. You quickly gather your notes and try to compose yourself, feeling both relieved and disappointed that the drummer had stopped. The rest of the meeting proceeds, some moments after Eddie arrives the rest of the band don't take long to arrive, without any further interruptions you keep explaining your plans for the show. But you find it difficult to concentrate with Warren's words still ringing in your ears.

As you gather your things to leave, Warren sidles up to you and whispers,

"Don't forget our private drumming lesson," before sauntering out of the restaurant, leaving you feeling both exhilarated and frustrated at the same time.

…

Today was the day of the concert in Pittsburgh, you and Warren had met every night until today, always promising that it wouldn't happen again, that you wouldn't see each other again, but it was impossible you needed each other, you craved for each other.

You decided to give the band space to enjoy your hometown, you were invited to participate in the event at the Dunne house and only after much insistence from Graham did you agree to go, they seemed very happy to be there again, it was very beautiful to see them go back there with so many achievements.

You watched them all leaning in a corner, not wanting to draw any attention since no one there was close to you and you wanted them to enjoy it, you had a genuine smile on your face until you saw Warren talking to a group of women, you try to count the jealousy that was rising in your chest but you knew how irresistible that guy was and you knew very well what he was capable of.

As Warren was talking to the group of women, you felt a pang of jealousy shoot through you. You knew it was irrational - you and Warren weren't together, and he was free to do whatever he wanted. But seeing him flirt and charm the women made your blood boil with envy. You couldn't help but think about all the times you had been with him, how he made you feel, and how much you craved him.

"How long are you going to go on pretending you don't like him?" Daisy asks as if it's nothing taking a stand by your side.

"Like who?" You make yourself ignorant.

"You're almost killing anyone who comes near Warren" Daisy laughs, and you shake your head. "Look, he really likes you too...just saying!"

Daisy shrugs and walks away from you, leaving you with yet another whirlwind of questions about how to act on your feelings. But you don't do anything, the show would be that night and soon that feeling would pass, you would know how to deal with it since by then you had already managed.

You'd listen to them play 'The River' while dancing to the beat of the song, no matter how many times you listened to it you never got tired of how good it was, your eyes don't leave the beauty of the drummer, Warren managed to be extremely sexy in everything he did and you couldn't help but think that this must be a crime somewhere in the world. He seemed to live every second of the music, he represented the passion for rock in all his performances and it made you crazier and crazier for him.

The stage lights illuminated him in an angelic way, his body was sweaty from the exertion and adrenaline of the show, his curls falling over his face, and as usual every time he did the 'Regret Me' entrance he would look at you and wink, wanting to leave a message on the air, a desire to tell you that he wanted to be with you.

You could no longer contain the desire building in your body, as soon as the show was over you went to the drummer's dressing room, waiting restlessly for him. You were pacing back and forth, moving your hands anxiously for Rojas to arrive, and when you hear his laugh by the door and you see the doorknob turn you don't think twice… You pull Warren by his vest into the dressing room, kissing him passionately.

It takes him a while to understand what's going on, but then he kisses you in the same desire, you turn to the door still kissing the drummer and locking it with one hand. You remove his vest still kissing him, he pulls away gasping for air.

"Hey mama, god, what was that for?" He asks with a smile on his face.

"You were right Warren…" You start to say taking off your shirt, he watches your every move carefully, feeling a chill run down his spine. "I'm fucking crazy for you."

"You have no idea how long I've waited to hear this." He cups your face between his hands, kissing you but softly this time. "We always swear this will be the last time, then we'll do it all again! Promise me this isn't one of those times? Tell me I'll finally be able to call you mine…"

"I promise you..." You say, kissing him again. "Make me yours Rojas"

Warren smiles and without wasting time kisses you passionately. As you continue to kiss, your hands roam over each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Warren's fingers glide over your skin, tracing the curves of your body, and you shiver in response. You can feel his desire growing with every passing moment, his body pressing against yours with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

"Hey Warren! We're leaving for the party." Graham says from behind the door, making you stop what you were doing. "We're just waiting for you, by the way, have you seen Y/N? Daisy said this time she's going with us… but I doubt it, she doesn't like to mix things up apparently."

Warren laughs arching his eyebrows at you, you smack his bare chest in a way to tell him to stop.

"I don't know where she is, Graham." Rojas says, getting off you shrugging. "But if you find her, tell her I'm looking forward to our private drum lesson, she'll understand."

"Alright." The younger Dunne says, moving away from the door.

As you pull your shirt over your head, Warren comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist.

"I don't want to let you go," he whispers in your ear, upset about leaving this moment already.

You turn around to face him and run your fingers through his hair. "I know, but we have to go to the party."

"Can't we skip the party and just stay here?" he asks, his eyes pleading with you.

You laugh and shake your head. "As much as I'd like that, we can't. But how about we make a deal? We go to the party, and afterward, we come back here and have our own private after-party."

Warren's face lights up at your suggestion, and he leans in to kiss you again. "Deal," he murmurs against your lips.

As you both leave the room, hand in hand, you can't help but feel a sense of excitement for what's to come later. The party may be fun, but nothing compares to being alone with Warren.

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yanderes-galore · 5 months

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Can I request ya dere Gwendolyn dark soul hc thank you 🙏

Of course you can! Keeping this primarily as Dark Souls 1. Inspiration found here.

Yandere! Dark Sun Gwyndolin Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Clingy behavior, Manipulation, Kidnapping implied, Imprisonment, Overprotective behavior, Forced relationship implied.

I have a feeling Gwyndolin is a very calm person.

He's an optional boss and his voice lines appear very calm.

Due to being considered weak and frail, he mostly keeps out of sight when it comes to people.

He prefers to just keep up the illusions in Anor Londo and stay out of sight.

You only ever see him if you initiate his boss fight.

His actions depict him as loyal to his family even if they neglect him.

Gwyndolin also remains alone in Anor Londo up until Dark Souls 3.

For this concept I'll primarily focus on Dark Souls 1/keeping it general to not make things too confusing.

Gwyndolin doesn't seem all that violent due to his calm voice and optional boss fight.

I mean this as every other boss in Dark Souls appears violent.

In that case I imagine he'd be rather gentle with you, the one he adores.

He most likely doesn't wish to hurt you as long as he oversees you.

Gwyndolin seems like he'd also act as a protector to his darling, similar to the Soul of Cinder.

He'd hide you away more than fight though.

He would be strict with you if he fell for you, but still gentle.

He isn't the most cruel god out there.

Every rule he gives you is for your own good in his eyes.

Gwyndolin is skilled in illusion magic too.

He'd use that to his advantage to keep you from finding exits or make you happier.

Gwyndolin seems like he's a subtle manipulation yandere.

He nudges you where he wants to go with little force.

In the Anon post they probably have a point when they say he'd be touch starved.

He lost his father and his siblings left Anor Londo.

That just leaves him as the deity of Anor Londo.

So when he meets you he doesn't mind the company too much.

You respect his wishes and don't trespass.

Maybe you even join his covenant.

It takes time but the god eventually shows himself to you.

He doesn't understand why he's finding so much comfort in this undead human.

Yet, Gwyndolin finds himself taking it anyway.

It has been rather lonely, hasn’t it?

He would not be physically affectionate until later in his obsession.

Yet once he is he feels he doesn't want to let you go.

He has snakes for the bottom half, right?

What if he uses those to keep you close to him just a bit longer?

If the snakes are real and not an illusion of course.

Gwyndolin may not be violent and is a gentle deity to you, but he would still imprison you as his beloved.

Loneliness is another thing that can corrupt the mind.

What's stopping him from imprisoning you and using illusions to distract you?

He'll give you an illusion of the sun and an illusion of a brighter outside.

In reality you're in a large room/cell… completely locked away.

The only deity you see is Gwyndolin.

Your presence calms him… it makes him happy.

You are a delight to him, maybe even as pretty as the sun he idolizes.

You may want to leave… but Gwyndolin is quick to try and change your mind.

You may not understand it but he loves you!

He'll do whatever he can to prevent you from going Hollow like his father.

He wants to keep you with him forever in Anor Londo.

You can try to escape… but everything is an endless illusion.

So why bother?

Just let Gwyndolin take care of you for all of eternity….

#yandere dark souls #yandere dark souls 1 #yandere dark souls 3 #yandere dark sun gwyndolin

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kermitkrqb · 1 year

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Tyler Galpin x Weathervanes Baker! Reader.

Just an idea I had. Thought it would be cute especially if the reader doesn’t like coffee. Personally caffeine makes me tired so I prefer not to drink it.

Anyway just want some banter and flirting. Maybe they’re dating but have to be subtle cause they work together?

That’s all! <3

~ GWA

Coffee Boy || Tyler Galpin x reader

A/n: I love this concept anon! 💞

What to expect: Gender neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, teasing and banter, jealous Tyler, baker!reader, no spoilers here lovelies!

The delightful aroma of cinnamon filled the air as you set aside the tray of baked goods. Your hands were sore and achy after continuously putting together the Weathervane’s signature cinnamon buns. From the corner of your eye you spotted a familiar hand cheekily hovering over the hot tray, you didn’t hesitate to usher it away, “Ty! I just finished baking those, you gotta wait for them to cool down or you’ll burn yourself…again.” The curly headed boy gave you a sheepish grin before walking over to you and placing his hands on your waist, “It’s not my fault you’re so good at baking,” he kissed the knuckles on your sore hands, “but, I promise I’ll be careful this time.” You shook your head in amusement before joking, “Always the ulterior motive, Galpin,” you gestured beside you, “but lucky for you, I have one prepared and ready to eat.” Tyler pulled you into a quick kiss before picking up the cinnamon bun, “I knew I was dating you for a reason!” You raised an eyebrow teasingly, “Careful now, or I may think you’re using me for my godly baking skills.” The tall brunette let out an exaggerated gasp, “How’d you find out?”

Tyler was quick to finish the cinnamon bun you had made for him, walking up to you to hug from behind as you were stocking the front counter. “Tyler, you’re gonna scare away the customers! See- there’s already that old man staring!” You harshly whispered. The cheeky boy chuckled before spinning you around, “Let him stare. Besides, he’s just mad he doesn’t get to do this.” Tyler leaned in to capture you in a sweet kiss, any complaints you had in mind disappearing as you focused on the brunette on your lips. You pulled away after a bit, “And you wonder why we never get scheduled together.” A customer rung the front bell interrupting the two of you, your face still slightly flushed from Tyler’s antics, “Hey! What can I get for you today?” The customer was a tall boy roughly you and Tyler’s age, “Hey. I’ve never seen you ‘round here before.” You smiled at the boy and explained, “Yeah, I don’t usually work at the front, I do all the baking.” The tall boy leaned in, “Oh yeah? What’s your favourite coffee here? I’ll buy it for you. Consider it a thanks for making-” Upon hearing the interaction, Tyler had inched closer to you wrapping his arms around you from behind eyeing the boy in front of him. Rolling his brown eyes, Tyler interrupted, “They don’t drink coffee,” he deadpanned, “now what do you want?”

Stunned by the sudden interruption, the boy could only mutter out, “Just a cappuccino.” After processing the order, Tyler pulled you away from the front counter giving you an extended kiss as his eyes taunted the poor boy. Your face was tinted pink as you pulled away, lightly scolding the boy for being so cocky but smiling nonetheless. “You’re lucky you’re cute Ty.” You teased. The Galpin boy could only grin as he went to prepare the customer’s order. Before your hands could reach for the finished cappuccino, he gently pushed you aside, “I’ll do it.” You raised an eyebrow before watching Tyler hand out the order, the poor customer avoiding eye contact with you as Tyler spoke to him in a hushed whisper. Walking back to you, the honey eyed boy had a smirk on his face before leaning in to kiss you on the forehead. You shook your head in amusement, “What did you say to that poor boy?” The curly headed boy shook his head before teasing you, “Nothing of your concern, now c’mere.” Tyler’s muscular arms reached around you as he pulled you in closely, whispering, “Don’t even worry about him.” He closed the gap between two of you kissing you deeply whilst he cupped your face. You made a mental note to make the coffee boy jealous more often.

#Tyler galpin #tyler galpin x reader #wednesday fanfic #wednesday 2022 #wednesday netflix #fluff #fanfiction #kermitkrqb

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chaifootsteps · 4 months

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Hi, hi! I've been a longtime follower of your blog, but this is my first time sending in an ask because of anxiety. You're the most consistent blog that keeps up to date with Viv and her work. As someone who first saw Viv through the Die Young animation, and watched the HH pilot when it was first released, I grew disillusioned as s1 of Helluva Boss slowly aired. It was mostly because I didn't really enjoy the Stolitz ship and I believe the Erin Frost drama had come out (god bless Erin - she, Ken and everyone else deserved so much better). Plus the world-building and character development was just so off.

I know people have said this before: the concept Viv has is good, but the execution sucks. There's a vision but the product is so damn juvenile. I'm ace, and I became attached to Alastor due to him being ace as well, but we all know how Viv responded when the ship wars were happening. I couldn't stand the constant sex jokes or swearing in HB since when was it required for an "adult" show to have that?

Thank you for the episode leaks. Only got to see ep 1 before they were removed. The only thing that made me laugh out loud was the Niffty gag where she stared dead into the camera. I also liked Adam a bit? Sure the "original dick" thing went on way too long, but he was funny too. I surprising enjoyed his song - the lil fist bump he did with Lute was cute, and I like Lute but knowing Viv's record... eh. There was this cool shot where Adam flew up and Lute and those golden angels go behind him and spread their wings making Adam look like the biblically accurate angel. Except Adam himself ruins the effect because what the ever-loving heck is he wearing? I hate it.

In terms of shipping, I wasn't into the Huskerdust interactions. Angel wasn't flirting, that was sexual harassment. In the pilot it was okay because their interaction was brief and Husk pushed Angel off. Chaggie was... something. I genuinely feel that Chaggie could've worked had they not been established as a couple in the first place. The reason why Charlastor (and I guess Charlentious?) happened is because they had chemistry and their interactions could be read as a romantic interest. Since Chaggie was already established, there was an expectation for them to have those, but they weren't delivered and we know well that they weren't supposed to be a thing in the first place. Have Vaggie still be her bff and bodyguard, but show those moments where she genuinely cares for Charlie's well-being that indicates she's in love with her, yet Charlie is completely oblivious to everything. Actually, reverse harem Charlie sounds pretty funny to me.

Btw, armchair psychology anon, as a person studying psychology in my final year of college, dw about people taking issues with your speculations. NPD and other personality disorders are ego-syntonic, which means that the individual's behaviours line up with their beliefs, hence why PDs are only diagnosed during adulthood once brain maturation and personality development is reached. The only exception to this is ASPD (which NPD shares a category with called Cluster B along with histrionic and BPD) as you can diagnose a child with conduct disorder that can become ASPD when they're adults. Cluster B PDs are terribly demonised by media and the public despite the volume of research (I blame misunderstanding and ignorance). Viv could have it or could not; it's just that she shows signs of having it, and that's it. Even if she doesn't, she's still an awful person. Idk what happened in her childhood or some point in her life for her to become like this, but it doesn't excuse treating people like crap - oh wait, ain't this her characters in a nutshell?

That's all I gotta say for now. I hope it's okay to send more like this in the future; I'd love to be a specific anon but idk what's already taken lol. Take care, Chai, and I hope you have a good day/evening.

By all means, send as many as you've got! Because this was a delight to read.

Let me know when you come up with a name. I'll give you a placeholder one for now.

#Anonymous #to be named anon #viv stuff #actual blog post #vivziepop critical

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urmultideadfandomperson · 25 days

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Hey!! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I just saw that your requests are open and I wanted to request something myself.

How would the ARTW main sorcerers react to summoner being a renowned novel author?

MC is Renowned Novel Author

Character/s: Summoner (MC), Arcturus, Spica, Pollux, Alpheratz, Sirius, Vega

Genre/s: Fluff, Cracks

Warning/s: None

Summary: The Guides discover that Summoner is a famous author back in Mid Eartheim!

Requested by: Anonymous

Note: Hello, anon! Thank you so much for this ask! I sincerely apologize for the long release of this request. The loss of motivation and busy schedules have always been a hassle nowadays! Hopefully this will make it up for the lost time. May you enjoy you read!

Arcturus

Arcky found out when he saw you carrying a typewriter.

He was curious what it was, especially since he is unaware of such an item that belonged in Mid Eartheim.

When you told him about it, he gasps in surprise, eyes sparkling in delight.

He immediately turned into one of your fans, asking questions and getting updates. You were just awesome! The Summoner was a famous author!

If you want, you can let him read your novels. Arcturus' reaction will be overjoyed, honored to be able to read your novels.

This sorcerer will definitely dig down deeper in order to get more information and concepts that were scrapped.

If you like to put plot twists, Arcky would least expect it. You might hear him gasp loudly or see his face change to shock.

If you have a character who is bubbly and a people-pleaser, he will frown in pity and empathy, relating to the character a lot.

If you like tragedy, Arcturus always sobs to it. After reading, he will go through the five stages of grief for the deceased character. You actually broke him with a novel.

But if you write novels with spicy scenes... he cannot handle them very well. Arcturus' face turns red and he cannot bring himself to speak at all.

Overall, he loves you and your novels. He is so lucky to be yours.

"Summoner! I have an idea for your novel! Can I tell you about it?"

Spica

The sorcerer may or may not know what a typewriter is.

Spica deducted that it was used for writing purposes, but he cannot point a finger for what specifically.

So when he discovered you were a novel author, he is both surprised and impressed.

He is a bookworm, himself. He is certain you have done a great job in writing the novels (especially since you're famous back in Mid Eartheim).

Spica is highly honored to be able to read your novels for free! Because, wow. The Summoner is a novelist!

As much as he enjoys the read, there are times where he will suddenly turn into a book critic.

Not that he will insult the book and disgust the characters and writing. Spica will be giving constructive criticism, also giving some tips on how to improve the writing.

Spica will binge read your books if they are an entire series. You cannot stop him.

If you write angst and tragedy, the sorcerer will just silently mourn. He will not cry, he will not scream. He will just be quiet.

If you write spicy scenes, Spica will be a bit flustered. He has read other scenes like this before (ayo?? 🤨📸), so he can handle it. He is one of the professionals he reads smut with a straight face.

And when writer's block attacks you again, Spica will do his best to help you get motivation. But if you need some rest, then he will also help you relax.

"Your writing style is very unique, Summoner. I'll be looking forward for more of your novels,"

Pollux

He found the typewriter. He started to use the typewriter.

Pollux was basically playing around with it, typing on every single letter while making the weirdest sentences ever.

So when you told him that you use to typewriter for work purposes, he got curious. And when you told him that you were a renowned author...

... he immediately stopped.

NO WAY! You use this thing to make books?!

Pollux now treats the typewriter as a sacred item. As if he is going to play around with something to important.

And to avoid breaking it because his bad luck is awful.

Anyway, he will definitely books that has some action and cool fighting scenes. If you do write action novels, this sorcerer is BLESSED.

Being the tsundere he is, Pollux will not admit that he is in love with romance scenes. He says he dislikes romance, and yet he is often found blushing and giggling about it.

If you like to add plot twists in your stories, he will overreact and begin to screech. Then he will rant to you about the entire twist, still in disbelief.

As for the spicy scenes... he fails at keeping calm, always opening and closing the book with a red face. He even almost threw your book at the intense intimacy the characters shared.

"Summoner, summoner! I can't believe you added another plot twist in the part! I need to tell you about it!"

Alpheratz

He was just napping somewhere nearby where you were working. Because of the noise the typewriter creates, his nap was disturbed.

Alpheratz questions you with a grumble why it creates noise, and you tell him that the typewriter is just like that.

And when you finally revealed that you were a well-known author in Mid Eartheim, his eyes shot up and the urge to sleep was gone.

Believe it or not, Alpheratz is actually a bookworm. Not many is aware of this fact, but whenever a book really gets his attention, he will read it.

He likes to ask questions about the book and its concept. Hearing about the unique structure of the novel will get him hyped up to read it more.

Sometimes, he likes to read your novels as bedtime stories. He goes to a certain chapter that is calm like a memory, reads it, and goes to sleep in peace.

If you are letting Spica borrow a certain book and Alpheratz is craving to read it, he will sneak in and snatch the book when Spica is not looking. In the end of the day, Spica will be confused where the novel is while the latter reads it happily.

If you write romance, he would not mind at all. He does not hate romance, though he doesn't really like them either. Alpheratz is neutral with romance.

If you like to write spicy scenes, he is the second sorcerer who can read the novel with a straight face. But when the night arrives... use your imagination~ 😜

The sorcerer enjoys giving ideas like Arcky, though he is calmer. Instead of going to detail, he simply explains the whole picture. He wants you to use his idea to make another novel.

In conclusion, he is in love with your novels. He is blessed by the stars to be able to read your treasures in Mid Eartheim.

"Summoner~... I had a dream in my nap and it was nice. Maybe turn it into a new novel? Don't worry, I won't push.",

Sirius

You already caught his attention not by the typewriter, but by your vocabulary whenever you speak.

Deliberately? Pulchritudinous? Equivocate? Fathom? My, Summoner, those words are very complex.

Sirius somehow knew that you were an author. Maybe because of your use of words? Or perhaps you bring that typewriter everywhere? Could it be that you were a famous novelist in Mid Eartheim? You will never know; it's Sirius, after all.

That does not mean he is not impressed, though. The sorcerer really is surprised! He just does it so casually, you thought he is being nonchalant.

Whenever he reads your book, he gives constructive criticism but... they sound like teasing instead of actual advice.

Sirius is not much of a bookworm. For him, reading is more people who enjoys indoor activities. He does praise your works, though.

But if you write a fantasy novel and it has a map on the page? Oh boy, you might have gotten his interest in that book.

Sirius is neutral in romance. He does not hate it, yet he does not like it either. However, he will dislike it when it includes self-sacrificing because of, well, what happened to Polaris.

And when you write spicy scenes, this man is SHAMELESS!

He will not hesitate to read the book around you, even doing facial expressions and adding sound effects as he reads. As you listen (in embarrassment), Sirius will laugh.

But if you play your cards right when you tease him, you might find yourself seeing Sirius with a flustered expression.

"Summoner, what is this character saying? Their speech to the antagonist is quite bland and monotone, don't you think? Let me show you how it's done,"

Vega

He already knew it was a typewriter when he saw it. However, similar to Spica (if he knows what a typewriter is), Vega cannot point out where it is used for.

Vega is mildly envious at your vocabulary. He speaks very formally, but your way of speaking sounds like you belonged in royalty.

When you finally revealed that you were a famous author back in Mid Eartheim, Vega was so shocked and so proud of you.

It was a vague memory. But in the back of his head, he can remember how you once always dreamed of writing books and let the people read it.

And now that you achieved that dream, Vega is more than happy for more. In fact, he will fully support your career.

The sorcerer always compliments your novels. No matter how old it is, no matter how inexperienced, no matter how bad, he is still proud and impressed in your works. At least you can write something!

If you choose to write a novel about your friendship, Vega will be both happy and uncertain. He is joyous because it is an honor to be written in your novel. But also hesitant, as it brings back bad memories as well.

Either way, Vega is the type of person who will love romance. As a matter of fact, Vega craves romance. The intimacy, the kisses, the beginning of a relationship... it is so beautiful for him, especially if it is with you.

If you enjoy writing angst, Vega actually cries. He tries not to let the tears spill. But when a certain sentence or event happens in the book, he breaks down.

And if you like to write spicy scenes, Vega will use a straight face at first before it eventually turns into a blushing mess. He cannot even look at you in the eyes!

"Why not use these ideas for your new novel, Summoner? Everyone will enjoy it, I am certain. Perhaps I can help?"

#arcana twilight #arcana twilight arcturus #arcana twilight spica #arcana twilight pollux #arcana twilight alpheratz #arcana twilight sirius #arcana twilight vega #arcana twilight summoner #arcana twilight mc #arcana twilight nation #arcana twilight headcanons #artw

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precious-little-scoundrel · 2 months

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I am pumped to read about Gale x nurse!reader. It sounds so good!!

At the risk of sounding dumb, would you ever write a fic about buck x fem!reader in the camps together? Maybe she was part of the crew and was captured too. Suspending the fact that they would not house men and women together, I can just picture Buck and reader trying to take care of eachother in the camp (and maybe she gets sick when it’s really cold?) I can just see caretaker/protective Buck coming out full force.

Sorry if that’s stupid, you had said you welcomed Buck prompts and I could not get this off my mind. I’m excited for your Buck fic and more of Bucky and ACORN. Thanks for your writing!

Darling Anon! Thank you for this ask, it’s delicious and I’ve got myself some thoughts.

First off -I’ve got a million and one different scenarios and AU’s all centering around life in the camp and I doubt many of them will expire any time soon, it’s just full of too many experimental chances to explore characterization more than even in the hustle and bustle of wartime. So, yes I’d totally be down, shhh, doesn’t sound dumb at all.

At first glance to me there’s a couple of intriguing situations to set it up, one being the real life struggle of Flight Nurse Reba Whittle who had to fight for her rights as an officer and a woman to be considered a POW. I believe the knock-out talent that is @blurredcolour may have more info/inspo in this for you if you’d like to (respectfully) yell at her regarding it.

Another take would indeed be the suspension of their keeping the genders separate and here’s where I feel like we could get super interesting: if we went full Integrated Service AU -as has been discussed on here with other anons about an AU where women are as plentiful as the men. Imagine the disdain the Germans actually had for America’s multi racial service members suddenly doubled by the concept of women in the armed forces. Apply their derision and hatred of say: the serving Soviet women. Like, things could get ugly and intense in those camps and Gale Cleven would 100% be on the front lines of ensuring his crews get their rightful treatment. I’m rubbing my grubby little author paws just thinking of the potential.

Thanks for the kind words regarding ACORN -I’m gobsmacked how much y’all are enjoying it, it’s delighting me. Xoxo

Marina 🌹

#mota asks #mota requests #masters of the air #Gale Cleven

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saintsenara · 21 days

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Snape. Needs little imagination to ship him with literally everyone, even the giant squid. Of the very few pairings I don’t think have been covered with him yet… (though they probably have been and I’ve missed them in the delight of the more unhinged pairs!)

- Snape/Molly

- Snape/Umbridge

- Snape/Charity Burbage

- Snape/Barty Crouch Jr

- Snape/Barty Crouch Sr

- Snape/Slughorn

- Snape/Neville

thank you very much for the ask, anon - and i hope you have indeed seen the masterpiece of shipping snape with the giant squid, the dream of the fisherman's wife by eldritcher.

there are a couple of these i've answered before - charity burbage/severus snape and severus snape/horace slughorn - but as for the rest...

severus snape/molly weasley

this also got a shoutout from a second mystery anon:

as i've also said when thinking about the concept of shipping snape with arthur, and molly with both sirius and lupin, something which is really undervalued by the fandom is the domestic role molly and arthur play within the order - and the way that [especially] molly's domestic labour in both grimmauld place and the burrow is central to the order's ability to actually do its work.

and this is - on the one hand - things like cooking and cleaning for the order, but it's also expressed through the emotional comfort we see both molly and arthur provide to order members, especially tonks and lupin in half-blood prince.

snape's canonical refusal to engage with the order as a community - i.e. by not eating with them - is a metaphor for the isolation he's forced into by his role as a spy, as well as a way for the narrative to keep the reader unsure about where exactly his loyalties lie. it's also - obviously - because he's a bit of a dick.

but something i think is really underappreciated about molly is her canonical willingness to take in waifs and strays. i think you could do something really nice with the idea of her forcing snape to socialise with the order - to eat and to be comforted - then leading somewhere further.

especially because it gives me the chance to clamber onto my soapbox once again, and say that snape - since the doylist text regards him as something approaching a hero [no matter what the rest of us think] - encapsulates the series' view that the only form of love which is properly valuable and transformative is love rooted in suffering and sacrifice. the series really undervalues the sheer power of love-as-comfort - to its detriment.

but a love story which begins with a lonely, cold, hungry man being given a bowl of soup is no less of a love story than that same man enduring misery in solemn silence. if you ask me.

severus snape/dolores umbridge

i reckon she was into it - which is why she was trying to flirt with him over steaming cauldrons full of veritaserum - but snape was horrified [after all, pink really doesn't go with his aesthetic].

barty crouch jr./severus snape

yes, absolutely.

obviously, crouch-as-moody's "if there's one thing i hate, it's a death eater who walked free" line - once you move past the fact that it's an amazing misdirect - is primarily referring to the fact that he hates any death eater who got out of going to azkaban after voldemort's disappearance by claiming to have been under the imperius curse, and that he will be horrified when harry tells him that voldemort was compelled to forgive these men lest he have no core support.

but i think it's also worth noting that "moody" says this line just after he's been beefing with snape about how there are "spots that never come off" - and that it is snape, rather than karkaroff [a much more obvious traitor], who bears the brunt of his ire throughout the year he's undercover.

in half-blood prince, snape suggests that voldemort was pretty pissed off to discover him working at hogwarts when he came to the castle chilling cutely on the back of quirrell's head. undoubtedly, voldemort then instructed crouch to have a good look at what snape was up to during goblet of fire, and crouch must be the source of voldemort's conviction that snape is "one who i believe has left me forever... he will be killed, of course".

and something very interesting about barty crouch jr. is that the sheer possessive derangement of his obsession with voldemort outpaces even that displayed by bellatrix. he is desperate to be voldemort's favourite - and to be honoured by him above all others.

as i've written a lot about elsewhere, it's clear that snape occupies a fairly special position in voldemort's inner circle, in that he's the dark lord's exception in terms of social class - the poor but brilliant half-blood who evidently reminds voldemort of himself. snape evidently receives quite a lot of voldemort's attention prior to 1981 - and he's able to regain that position with relative ease after voldemort's resurrection.

and this is the sort of thing crouch would have been raging about - both in the first war ["why is he more interested in this greasy half-blood than me?"] and in his year undercover ["why is he always going on about me finding out about snape's loyalties? i'm loyal enough!"].

the erotic potential of obsessive, competitive jealousy is something i am highly interested in, and - as i think when it comes to pairing snape with regulus - it would make this ship slap.

barty crouch sr./severus snape

the other side of the "if there's one thing i hate, it's a death eater who walked free" coin is barty crouch sr.'s obsessive desire to catch the death eaters who got away with their first war crimes, even after the ministry commits to looking the other way and pretending voldemort's dead and gone.

and, since it seems pretty clear that snape's acquittal following voldemort's disappearance was based on pretty tenuous evidence and forced through only by the strength of dumbledore's personal influence in the wizengamot, crouch being convinced snape was a loyal death eater - and being determined to go to extraordinary lengths to prove it - is a concept which immediately compels me.

and - once again - we find ourselves recognising the erotic power of obsession...

neville longbottom/severus snape

i have an unshakeable fondness for the idea that snape survives the war and remains at hogwarts as headmaster, which means not only that he doesn't object to neville's appointment as herbology teacher but also that he finds himself forced to interact with him on a daily basis.

forced proximity of any kind is a hot trope - and the fact that someone with snape's interest in potions would have to have a close relationship with the herbology department in order to get his hands on their stash of magical plants means that there is a ready-made springboard for these two to have to get to know each other... better than they were expecting.

should neville go for it? fuck no. but he's never struck me as someone with particularly good self-esteem.

#asks answered #asenora's opinions on ships #unhinged and deranged ships #severus snape edition

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wri0thesley · 1 year

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oh to be a hybrid darling…going through heat and trying to hide it and go about their daily business…only for even a non-hybrid chara to notice how much they’re struggling…alhaitham would be so blunt about it, suggesting darling go home and take care of it in ways he’s heard/read about (self-pleasure, finding a partner, etc.) only to be taken a bit aback when darling shyly admits they want him to help them. he’d accept after the initial minor surprise—it’s only logical that this is the best way to alleviate darling’s problem, he trusts himself to remain objective, and it’s better that darling chooses someone they know rather than a stranger isn’t it?—cut to alhaitham’s resolve crumbling at darling’s intoxicating neediness for him, their sensitivity to even the smallest of touches, their hands desperately grasping onto him…….So Many thoughts about this concept i could go on but i don’t want this ask to be novel-length lol

anon; the absolute EMBARRASSMENT of admitting to the acting grand sage - who you are supposed to be helping with his business, seeing as this is only temporary, who you were granted the position of assistant to because of your even temperament and your own qualifications - that something so base has knocked you for six and you're struggling with even the most basic tasks he's given you. to admit to something so personal, that you've never had to admit to a boss before (and certainly alhaitham's own presence, the cords of his muscle and the stern voice and the handsome face isn't helping)--

only for him to straight facedly say; "oh. i've read about such things in hybrids before. if you need to, you're welcome to take the day off; you have someone to help you via sexual intercourse, right? or maybe through masturbation? it's fine. you're more use getting out of this state--"

so embarrassed, in fact, that you just blurt out; "well, sir, surely it would be easier for you to just help me so i can get it over with--"

played at his own game; this is indeed the most rational of solutions. and though alhaitham knows generally sexual intercourse is done to those you have a more emotional connection with (*unless you are kaveh, it seems, who delights in bringing back people to alhaitham's house only to keep alhaitham up all night with whines and groans and moans of pleasure), he's also no stranger to it as a transactional process, and is smart enough to wonder if it would help some of the knots of tension he gets in his stomach when he sees how diligent you are to making his work easier (which is absolutely not attraction, thank you very much). you're hardly displeasing to the eye--

so, in a purely professional capacity, he cancels any other meetings for the day and tells you to take off your clothes. tells you he won't abuse his position by fucking you and will bring you relief by mouth or hand. touches you with careful fingers, remembering everything he's ever read about sexual congress; occasionally asking you "like this?" or "circles? side to side?" until even he has his brow beaded with sweat, even he is flushed and intoxicated at how your eyes are so blown and wide and dark and how prettily you pant out his name (it flickers from 'alhaitham' to 'sir', and both are very pleasant in their own way). how wet you are, soaking him to the wrist - how pliable and pliant you are to everything he does to you. how lovely you sound. until he's undoing his trousers because he's going to fall apart if he doesn't get to come inside of you--

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #power imbalance cw #hybrids cw #not sfw text

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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hello! o/

not sure if you're still taking requests, but if so, i'd love to req. the bachelors with an artist s/o!

thank you for your time either way!<3

Finally! My reblog of that anon summoning post actually work- I mean hi, anon! 👋 Yes, I'm still taking requests ☺️

I hope you don't mind if I write about SVE bachelors too. If you don't know about SVE mod, don't worry, I'll separate the bachelors' answer to vanilla game and Stardew valley expanded mod so you don't confuse them.

Thanks for the ask! Enjoy!

Stardew Valley Bachelors with artist!Farmer s/o:

Alex:

Alex knows that his partner is incredibly talented, so he wasn't surprised when he found out that the Farmer turned out to be a great artist. Another fact about Alex's partner, he will tell everyone and brag about how good his s/o is.

Sometimes he will joke that the Farmer pays so much attention to the object of drawing that he can even become jealous.

Alex doesn't hesitate to flex in front of the Farmer, showing his muscles and giving them a reason to draw him in all his glory.

Despite his pride, he blushes a little when he sees how beautifully his s/o drew Alex. Comment from s/o that in reality Alex will always be prettier anyway will turn the athlete into a tomato.

He really likes your summer seascapes.

It still remains a mystery to him how s/o manages to combine farming and painting at the same time.

Alex always supports your hobby, even if he doesn't understand some types of art like abstractionism.

Sam:

Wow, he didn't know that they draw so well, it's so cool!

Constantly asks for permission to look at the Farmer's sketchbook, if they don't mind of course.

Sam will be delighted with how beautifully and in detail his s/o draws the characters of his favorite comics and video games.

Sometimes Sam will ask Farmer to draw something funny on his hand. It looks like a beautiful tattoo. Jodi politely asks the Farmer to stop drawing in her eldest son's arms, as Sam refuses to wash his hands before eating, afraid to wipe the drawing off his skin.

He will hang all their drawings on the wall to admire during relaxation or musical rehearsal.

Some drawings he will keep in a special box as a treasure.

Please don't show him food and drink still lifes - their s/o paints food so beautifully and believably that he immediately wants to eat something. He laughs at Farmer's joke when they warn Sam not to inadvertently eat the painting itself.

Sebastian:

Cool

His s/o is full of mysteries and talents, isn't it?

Sebby will be interested to hear how and when exactly the Farmer began to get involved in drawing.

He'll be pleasantly surprised if his s/o shows him a science fiction comic they've drawn. If the Farmer wants to publish the comic and concept art on the Internet, then Sebastian will create a dedicated site for their publication.

His entire monitor is plastered with stickers drawn by his s/o in the form of cute frogs. No matter how many times Abigail and Sam tease him about it, he will not remove the stickers.

If the Farmer draws digital arts, Sebastian will always put them on the desktop of his computer.

For their s/o birthday, Sebby will give them a nice electronic sketchbook.

Sebastian sometimes gets nervous when Robin comes into his room, because he is afraid that his mother will accidentally throw out one of his s/o drawings. Robin seems to know that the drawing on Sebastian's desk should not be touched, but Sebby still sometimes hides them in the table, just in case.

Elliott:

Marvelous! Wonderful! Elliott didn't expect to meet another creative soul. The valley is indeed full of talented people!

Even the most ordinary sketch, which, according to his own s/o, is unremarkable, Elliott keeps as the apple of the Eye.

He will be happy if the Farmer offers to draw illustrations for his new novel he's writing.

While he is touring for his another book signing, Elliott will search for handmade sketchbooks and expensive paint sets as gifts for his precious s/o.

Elliott loves how beautifully they portray the landscape of their farm. He will hang this picture in a beautiful frame on the wall in the most prominent place in the house.

One day, after a few strong drinks, he will jokingly offer s/o to draw him half-naked. The poor writer will immediately blush if the Farmer seriously agrees to this idea. The portrait came out beautiful, but they both decided to keep the painting a secret. There are some paintings that are not created for prying eyes.

Elliott will put up a new closet in his room for all his s/o paintings, drawings, and creative figures.

Harvey:

Harvey isn't surprised when Farmer says they can draw. They are talented in everything they undertake.

Harvey is used to their doodles on his workbook and notes. The Farmer in the clinic is a frequent visitor, and sometimes they cannot restrain their creative impulse. Harvey doesn't mind, but please don't draw in his documents!

Every time s/o fills Harvey's lunch box for him at work, they leaves notes with cute and motivating drawings. Today is a note with a pun, tomorrow it is a painted kitten in a cup that wish Harvey a good day. Harvey smiles warmly every time at the sight of such small messages from his loved one, which set him up in a good mood.

He constantly massages his s/o hands when they starts to ache from frequent drawings and farm work. No hard work today, doctor's order!

Was very surprised when he found a whole stack of papers with sketches of his portrait. The Farmer says that Harvey is his main muse, so there is nothing to be surprised about.

He is amazed at how accurately they draw model aircraft.

A little embarrassed when his s/o asks him to pose for a portrait. The Farmer tells him to just be himself the way the Farmer loves him, and Harvey relaxes, once again noting how talented his s/o is.

Shane:

Heh, neat.

"Can you draw a dick on the wall at Joja Market?"

Shane please

He constantly smiles when his s/o shows him a book of sketches. Shane could listen to them forever.

Shane himself is not a fan of great art, but will listen with interest to the Farmer about different styles of drawing.

Stickers and funny pictures with farm animals are his favorites. He especially likes how they drew cute chickens.

What, this chicken sticker was inspired by Shane's favorite Charlie? Shane is about to die of happiness.

His s/o sat with Jas on more than one occasion and helped her with posters for contests and events. + into the piggy bank of good memories for Shane.

The Farmer always asks Shane for fresh sketch ideas. Shane usually says he's untalented when it comes to imagination, but he always comes up with a funny and crazy idea for new s/o drawings.

"So, you haven't changed your mind yet about drawing on the Joja wall di-?"

SHANE NO-

Stardew Valley Expanded Bachelors with artist!Farmer s/o:

Vicror:

There is a whole book with Victor's portrait. And they are all so beautiful, why did his s/o hide it from him?!

Well, they didn't hide it, but Victor would like to know that his partner is the next Leonardo da Vinci!

Victor does not hesitate to give you a huge set of high-quality expensive paints, colored pencils and sketchbooks.

He is very glad that the Farmer and his mother have a common interest. Olivia and Victor's partner often arrange private drawing lessons at home, remembering to constantly call Victor and show him the paintings on the canvas. Great family time!

Although Victor is more knowledgeable in design and drafting himself, he doesn't mind getting some advice from his s/o.

He jokes and wipes the Farmer's hands and face if they don't notice they're covered in paint.

Usually, Victor is a little shy about asking the Farmer to draw something specific, such as landscape with a bridge. But his s/o seems to read Victor's thoughts and in a week gives Victor a beautiful picture with famous bridges. Victor will be surprised more than once how good and accurately they draw.

He also often shares his drawings of bridge designs with them and asks for their opinion.

Magnus:

Not to say that he is a fan of art, but the way s/o draws natural landscapes is very mesmerizing. The painting is like a window to another world!

With permission from his s/o, he casts a quick cleaning spell on them, as the Farmer always manages to stain themself and their clothes with paint.

Magnus and his s/o often go to the forest, where they find a beautiful scenic spot. The Wizard sits in the lotus position to meditate, and the Farmer sits nearby and quietly draws a new picture. It may seem unremarkable to some, but Magnus appreciates such calm moments more than anything.

"Can you pose for me please?" Wait, what? They want to draw him? Why not.

Magnus comments that he looks better on canvas than in reality. For which he receives an angry look from the Farmer and the answer that on the canvas they are unlikely to ever depict their favorite wizard as beautiful as he is in reality.

Merciful Yoba, Farmer, why are you so perfect in everything?

Lance:

Farmer, adventurer and artist... My my, their s/o is an incredible person.

He repeatedly notices how they buried their noses in the diary and make notes about adventures with beautiful illustrations.

A little jealous of his s/o time management: the Farmer has time to do farm work, protect the valley, and paint at the same time!

Nevertheless, he suggests at least sometimes to rest and not to overestimate their strength. Tired hands will affect the ability to hold a weapon firmly, which can end badly in a fight with monsters.

Lance is hard to embarrass, but when their s/o shows him sketches of Lance himself, the brave adventurer's cheeks turn a little pink. They painted him like an Olympic god.

"You are like an Olympic god, I could not miss such beauty and not draw you" Thank you very much, now Lance's cheeks are now rosier than his hair.

#stardew valley #sdv #stardew valley expanded #sve #sdv headcanons #sve headcanons #sdv alex #sdv sam #sdv sebastian #sdv elliott #sdv harvey #sdv shane #sve victor #sve lance #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius

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m-jelly · 11 months

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Hey first off I love your work it’s soooooo good bruh

But I had this image in my head were Erwin smith is head of a huge company or organization with a little mafia or like gangster work on the side lol

But the reader is like his sweet little clumsy bubbly assistant and is kind of like the only one who understands him basically but he still sleeps around with a bunch of girls until one incident we’re he shows up to her doorstep injured and beaten and she nurses him back to health for like a week and he basically falls in love with her hard and he confesses to her and apologizes about the girls it’s all fluff and some smutt👀

I think this sounds so random😭 it popped in my head sorry if it may seem a little hard to understand English isn’t my first language😂

Hello anon, thank you so much for your kind words. This one sounds fun to make! Your English is incredible. Small change I'm making, I'm not gonna put in Erwin sleeping around as I think it is very him. We assume he does because he's around a lot of women, but he doesn't. Hope that's okay!

My Assistant

Pairing: Erwin x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Modern AU, CEO and gangster Erwin, fluff, romance, falling in love, confessions, possessive Erwin, mentions of blood, pet names, suggestive themes, some smut, on top of the clothes stuff, grinding, fem orgasm.

Concept: Erwin, your boss, turns up at your apartment in the middle of the night covered in cuts and bruises. You welcome him in, clean him up and take care of him as he heals up. While spending time with you, Erwin's feelings for you that he'd pushed deep down inside of him bubble up. He confesses his love for you and reassures you.

Note for readers: I have removed the part where he sleeps around. I have mentioned this in the above note, but I wanted to mention it again.

Tagging Erwin simp @ladycheesington

You almost fell out of bed at someone banging on your door. You yanked on your dressing gown and danced around your excited cat a bit before rushing to the door. You unlocked it and peered around the door to see your boss standing there holding his right arm with blood, cuts and bruises on his body.

Your eyes widened. "Mr Smith?"

Erwin smirked at you as he took you in. You looked so cute to him in your night things and messy bed hair. "Hey, Doll. Mind letting me in? I need a bit of help."

You blushed at the pet name he always gave you that you just adored. "Let me unlatch." You closed the door, took the latch off and then opened it for him. "Be mindful of Steve."

Erwin always felt a little annoyed when you mentioned Steve. Erwin felt this twinge of irritation in the past and now. He was a bit jealous that Steve was the light of your life. He had told people you loved Steve a lot. He knew he probably had to wear Steve's clothes too.

He smiled when he saw a black cat running over to him meowing happily. "Oh, hello little guy."

You shouted from your bedroom. "I'm just changing and I'll be with you!"

He sat down on a dining chair and grunted. "Okay." He chuckled as your cat rubbed himself against him. "So cute."

You hurried back in a long shirt and shorts. "Sorry, okay let's have a look at you." You cupped Erwin's face and blushed under his intense gaze. "I think right now he looks worse than it is. You need a shower. I'll have a look for some clothes."

Erwin followed you into your bedroom. He looked around and eyed a few of your things. "Thanks for the help. Sorry I just turned up and disturbed you and Steve."

You hummed a laugh. "It's okay, Mr Smith."

"Erwin, please."

You smiled shyly. "Of course, Erwin."

His heart fluttered in delight. "I better wash up."

"I'll get your clothes and my medkit."

He paused a moment. "Thank you for not asking me questions."

"Erwin, you work a lot and there are things you do at work that I don't understand. I'm just your assistant and if you tell me to do something or help you, I'll do it." You saw him raise a brow. "Within reason. Don't push your luck."

He chuckled. "Naturally." He slipped into the bathroom and wondered how Steve would feel about him being there. He washed up and checked himself out in the mirror. "Hm, not as bad as I thought."

"Steve! Don't nibble on the carpet."

Erwin frowned at your voice. "Carpet?"

"My goodness, Mr, how many times."

He wrapped a towel around him and walked out. He wanted to show off his muscle to you and Steve. He wanted you to throw away Steve and pick him. Erwin had deep feelings for you and he kept them hidden because of Steve, but now he was in your home and hearing his name he couldn't fight much longer.

You turned to face Erwin and blushed hard when you saw the towel riding low on his hips. "Erwin."

He moved closer to you. "Steve causing issues?"

You gulped hard. "He's harmless." You cleared your throat. "Clothes. I got you some."

"I'll wear Steve's things."

You turned and stared at Erwin. "Huh?"

"I'll wear his stuff."

You frowned. "Uh...are you sure?"

"Yes."

You laughed a little before walking to a box on a shelf. "Okay, if you say so." You walked back over and showed Erwin a little bowtie and a cute cape. "Not sure which one will fit you."

Erwin stared at them. "What in the world are those?"

"Steve's clothes. He wears the bow on fancy occasions and a cape on Halloween." You giggled and looked down at your black cat. "You look like a cute gentleman, don't you Steve?"

Erwin stared at your cat. "Steve is your cat?"

"Yes."

Erwin felt incredibly stupid. He was an intelligent man who ran a massive company and led a gang and yet, he thought Steve your cat was your boyfriend who'd stolen your heart. He was jealous all this time over a cat. "Steve."

You hummed a laugh. "That's him."

He had pushed his feelings down because he wanted you to be happy, but his jealousy had gotten strong recently. "Steve."

You picked up your cat and put his bowtie on. "Isn't he snazzy?"

Erwin ruffled his wet hair. "He's very handsome."

You giggled and put him down. "I'll get those clothes for you. I have like guy's clothes I've bought for comfort and it should fit you, but it might be tight across your muscles."

"I'm okay with that."

You smiled and grabbed the clothes. "Here. You know, you after a shower it doesn't look too bad."

"Wait until tomorrow."

You made Erwin a nice coffee just how he liked it and made some soup as well. You brought it over and waited for Erwin to return to you. Your heart raced when he returned to you in your tight clothes. "Oh, I'm sorry it's too tight."

Erwin sat at your dining table. "It's not. They're comfy."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." He wasn't lying. He liked your clothes being snug and it smelt of you. "Thank you."

You put his food and drink in front of him. "Enjoy while I patch you up."

"Appreciate it."

You cleaned up his hands one after another, before tending to his face. Once he was cleaned up there you had to do a lot of work to his right arm. You sighed and felt frustrated with him that he got himself so badly hurt. You wanted to tell him off and ask him to be more careful, but you had no place to say that.

Erwin gazed at you as you sighed. "Something wrong?"

You shook your head. "It's all okay."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

He took your hands and massaged them. "Talk to me."

You gripped his hands and pouted. "I'm just annoyed and worried. What the hell did you do to get yourself into this mess? I'm worried sick."

He smiled softly. "You're worried about me? So, you care about me."

You whined. "I do."

He kissed your hands. "How sweet."

You pulled your hands away. "You should call your girlfriend about this." You stood up and cleaned the table. "What number are you on now?"

He followed you into your kitchen. "I don't have a girlfriend right now. I've only had two and I left both because one wanted my money and the other got herself into danger on purpose so I'd save her."

You turned to him. "You're just a CEO."

"I organise a gang."

You opened and closed your mouth in thought before humming. "Right...wait, so you got hurt due to gangs?"

"Yes. I got into a fight, but I won. I needed help and all I could think about was you."

You smiled. "Really?"

He caressed your cheek. "Really."

You leaned into his touch before pulling away. "I can't fall for this like all the other women."

"What other women?"

"You sleep around, I know that. I don't want to judge your life, but I don't want to be added to the count."

Erwin walked up behind you. "There is no list. There is no number. I don't sleep around." He sighed. "I find the concept rather pointless and disgusting."

You turned around and backed up quickly when you saw how close to you Erwin was. You bumped into the counter as your heart raced. "Erwin, I...I'm sorry I accused you of...it's just...people talk..."

He placed his hands on the counter on either side of your body. "Jealous people spread rumours. I've had a lot of things said about me due to me rejecting people and proposals and just being a CEO."

"That's pretty shit."

"It is. It gets in the way of a lot of things." He sighed. "Like I heard Steve was your boyfriends and not a cat."

You nibbled your lip. "Ah."

He pulled back from you. "Do you mind if I stay over? I'll use your sofa."

"Oh, sure things but Steve might sleep on you."

"I'm okay with that. I think I can get along with him now I know he's not a boyfriend."

You blushed when you saw Erwin scoop up Steve and happily pet him. You got Erwin some blankets and a pillow before wishing him goodnight and heading to your bed.

Erwin sat back as you changed the bandages on his arm. He was rather happy that the past few days you'd been acting like a married couple. He did a lot around your apartment and the way you doted on him made his heart skip a beat. He enjoyed cooking together, cleaning and watching movies snuggled up on the sofa. One night you even fell asleep on him.

He looked down at your work and smiled. "Thank you."

You tied it in placed and massaged his arm. "It's healing, but it is slow."

"Mm, well that's my fault."

You frowned a little. "How?"

"I'm willing it to heal slowly so I can stay longer with you."

You giggled at his flirting words. "You're a big flirt. You've been getting worse and worse."

He pulled you closer. "I can't help myself. You're so smart, cute, funny, sexy and adorable. I just want to eat you up."

"Erwin."

He smirked. "Doll." He nuzzled the crook of your neck making you giggle so sweetly. "Mm, so warm and you smell like lemons."

"Thank you."

He pulled back and sighed. "I will get the dinner tonight, okay?"

You nodded. "If you're sure."

He kissed your neck. "Be right back."

You watched him approach your door. "Okay, see you in a bit."

He paused by the door and smirked. "You're gonna miss me?"

You looked away. "N-No."

"I'll miss you."

You whined. "Okay, I will."

Erwin left your apartment and felt like he was now your lover living with you. He had clothes there now and a few of his things. He felt like he'd moved in. He didn't want to leave you, in fact, he wanted you to live with him in his penthouse. He wanted to take care of you and shower you with love and affection. Erwin was going to confess his love during dinner tonight.

He bought a few things for a nice Italian meal, along with flowers and chocolates. He even bought you a cute necklace. He gathered his things and made his way back to you. He felt his heart fluttering at the thought of you. He wanted to kiss you and hold you all night long. He wanted to make love to you from sunset to sunrise. He wanted to hear you moan his name. He wanted you as his.

Erwin was feeling possessive of you. He wanted you all to himself. He didn't want any other men to have you. He loved you so much that it controlled all his actions. He lived and breathed you. He knew he was a bit crazy, but he didn't care because you were so incredible.

He slipped into your place and smiled at Steve meowing at him. "Hey buddy, I'm home. Where's your mummy?" He looked up when he heard you running over. "Hello, Doll."

Your eyes lit up at seeing Erwin. "Welcome home! Are you okay? You didn't get hurt or anything?"

"I'm perfectly fine."

You sighed. "Oh good. Was it a nice trip?" You took one of the bags and moved it to the kitchen.

Erwin followed you. "Was okay. Would have been better with you."

"Flirt."

"That's the intention."

You gazed at Erwin. "Sorry?"

He moved closer. "I said, that was my intention. I am flirting with you and I have been for a while." He snaked his hand over your waist and pulled you closer. "I hope there is no man in your life because if there is I will make him disappear. I want to be the only man in your life. I will take care of you and love you every single day. I will give you anything you want and desire. I love you." He leaned closer and said your name. "I am deeply and madly in love with you."

You flushed red. "Erwin...do...do you mean that all?"

He yanked your body against his and growled. "I do. You have no idea how crazy I am about you. I want you as mine. I adore you so much." He tapped his forehead against yours. "Please say you love me too."

You gripped his shirt. "I do. I really do. I love you, Erwin. I've loved you for a while, but I held back because I thought you wouldn't. I believed the rumours. I want to be with you too."

He panted a little as his excitement took over. "Can I kiss you?"

"Please do."

Erwin crashed his lips against yours with intense passion. He slipped his tongue into your mouth and moaned with you as your tongues moved together. He lifted you up and sat you on your counter as you clung to Erwin. He hummed in happiness as you wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer to you. He felt you move your hips against him, so he moved his.

You shoved your fingers in his soft blonde hair and tugged roughly causing Erwin to growl. You pulled from Erwin's lips and moaned in delight as he nibbled and licked your neck. You moaned as he bit and sucked hard on your skin. You squeaked when he spanked his hand onto your bum and gripped roughly.

You panted as he kept moving against you. "Erwin, you feel so good." You moaned as he rubbed so perfectly against you. You mewled as you felt your coil tighten as he kept moving against you. "Erwin, mm."

He bit your neck and angled your hips to make sure he grinded his hips against you just right. "I love you. I love you so much. You're mine, doll, all mine."

You shivered in delight. "Yes, I'm all yours."

He smiled when your moans got higher in pitch. "That's it, sweetheart, enjoy yourself."

You felt the snap and moaned out. "Erwin!" You threw your head back and accidentally smacked your head against the cupboard and causing a loud thud. "Ow!"

Erwin stopped moving and cupped the back of your head. "Crap, are you okay?"

You winced a little and fought tears. "Mm, I'm okay."

He hugged you tightly. "Poor doll."

You giggled. "I'm okay. You were just so good."

Erwin chuckled. "Guess so." He kissed the top of your head. "I'll kiss it better." He lifted you off the counter and held you close as he massaged the back of your head. "Poor thing."

You pouted a bit and leaned up. "Kiss?"

He smirked and kissed you. "I have something for you."

You hummed. "What is it?"

He pulled out the flowers, chocolates and the case with the necklace. "All for you."

You gasped. "No one has ever given me flowers, chocolates and a gift before." You hugged the flowers. "Thank you."

He opened the box to show you the necklace. "It is sad that no one has ever spoiled you before. You deserve it all."

You whined a bit. "So pretty....are you sure I can have it?"

"Yes." He put the box down and then put the necklace on you. "Stunning."

You kissed him and blushed. "Thank you."

"I am making a three-course Italian meal for you too as a date."

You looked over the food as he got it out. "Amazing."

He tied on your cute apron and winked at you. "I do hope you enjoy."

"Um, Erwin?"

He hummed. "Everything okay, my cute doll?"

You started trimming the flowers and arranging them. "Um, speaking of a three-course meal. I'm hoping what we did on the counter was an appetizer."

Erwin walked up behind you and pressed his big bulge against your bum making you shiver and moan. "Don't you worry, my darling dear. I intend to make love to you from sunset to sunrise."

You pressed yourself back against Erwin. "I can't wait."

He wrapped his arms around you and nipped your neck and spoke with a husky voice. "I need to feed you, but I want you so badly."

You mewled. "Me too."

He slid a hand up and massaged your left breast in his massive hand. "You're a delectable meal that should be savoured for days."

You whimpered. "Erwin."

He hugged you tightly. "I should behave for now. We have a wonderful dinner to eat."

You relaxed against him. "I can't wait."

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gurugirl · 1 year

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Omg wait I just thought of Anna and Harry from don’t stand so close spoiling their baby for their first Christmas and Harry dresses up as Santa when he puts their presents out even though they’re too young to remember and is all cute and adorable as an experienced dad

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Thank you anon!! My first request to bring back DSSC Harry and Anna :) I hope you enjoy!!! 2.3k words

A Christmas one shot 🎁🎄🕯️

Warning: Smut & FLUFFFF

Don't Stand So Close Masterlist

Waking to my alarm was unusual. Normally Harry and I would be woken up by a little bouncy bean called James shouting and rambling words in his own made-up language.

I sit up and stretch my arms overhead, yawning. Harry’s not in the bed so my assumption is that he’s got James. Harry and I were up late the night before. James didn’t want to fall asleep. He’s been so excited with all the decorations and presents and lights. But when he finally did, Harry wanted to take advantage of us both being awake at the same time with James asleep. Many nights, one of us will conk out before the other. Whoever is dealing with James being put to bed will usually be the last to sleep.

So we both enjoyed an orgasm before passing out immediately upon Harry rolling off of me. I didn’t even have the energy to clean myself up.

Having a baby is exhausting but delightful.

James’ first Christmas he was too tiny to understand what was going on. But this one he is aware and knows something is exciting. Harry and I have done everything we could to make it magical.

I put my slippers onto my feet and walk into the living area to see Harry and James on the floor near the Christmas tree. Harry lifts his head and looks at me when he becomes aware of me, “Hey baby. Merry Christmas. Come look.”

I walk up behind James and kneel down to see what’s going on. James' chubby hands are holding a wrapped present. The wrapping paper is partly torn and wetted from James gumming and chewing at it. I sit down on my bottom and kiss the top of James' head and then pull at the front collar of Harry’s sweater to bring his mouth to mine. I slip him the quickest bit of tongue and he sputters a laugh when I let go of his collar. I laugh.

“What’s going on James? What have you got sweet boy?” I rub James' back gently and he makes his usual goo-laugh noise and squints his eyes in a joyful smile.

“He picked out that present to open first. I told him he had to wait for mom and he’s been so good.”

Harry and I watch James open up the gift. I honestly don’t even remember which gift this is as he’s working to get the paper off. But James doesn’t quite understand the concept of removing the paper to reveal the gift so Harry and I tear at little bits to help him. Eventually, the gift is on display and James screams in excitement, Harry groans and turns his head, and takes a deep breath. Lately, James has begun screaming at the top of his lungs anytime anything is a little exciting. He thinks it's funny but Harry and I have been trying to get him to not scream. It’s only gotten a bit more frequent, though. Especially during the Christmas holiday with the pretty Christmas tree and the twinkle lights.

I cover his mouth and kiss the top of his head. This only makes James laugh into my palm, his eyes closed in satisfaction at the reaction he drew from us, “James… please baby. That’s too loud,” I speak quietly. Harry squeezes my thigh and shakes his head in defeat.

The gift James opened is a set of play salt and pepper shakers. James has a little kitchen play set that my dad got him for his first birthday and it’s his favorite thing ever. He gets to pretend to be grandpa cooking at the restaurant. Though, I doubt he quite understands it all.

Harry removes the packaging from the toy and hands it to James. He grabs onto my arm to pull himself up, his nails pinching my skin as he does so, and he runs off into his bedroom to play with his kitchen set. I rub my arm and look down at it, “I should trim his nails,” I speak and look up at Harry.

Harry leans down to take my arm in his hand and kisses the spot, “There you go, Mommy.”

I laugh and take Harry’s hand into mine, bringing it up to my lips to kiss, “So sweet, Daddy. Thank you.”

Harry and I just sit for a moment while it’s quiet smiling at one another. It’s astonishing to me how James looks exactly like his father. I’ve seen many pictures of Harry from when he was James’ age and they’re identical. Light curly hair, big green eyes, dimples, a booming voice when excited, and James even has big feet and big hands already for a little guy. His head, hands, and feet are massive, even the doctor agrees.

It’s Christmas morning and today is going to be a busy one. My parents are coming over and they plan to stay the whole evening so we’ve set up the spare room for them. The spare room is actually James’ room now, but we kept the Queen sized bed in there for guests. James' crib bumps up to the foot of the bed.

Tomorrow my parents are taking James to Santa Land. Santa Land is like a little Christmas shop with Christmas trees and toys and decorations everywhere. There will be a man dressed as Santa and some elves and maybe some hot chocolate. We wanted them to wait to take him until after Christmas because hopefully there would be fewer people there. James is wild and active and cheeky. He’s a handful and Santa Land will only have him screaming, crying, running around like a banshee and begging for everything he sees, and then more screaming to top it off when he doesn’t get what he wants. So, for my parent’s sake, I’m hoping it’s not terribly busy.

Harry gets up and holds a finger out, “Forgot!”

I watch him disappear into the kitchen and come back a minute later with two steaming mugs. He sits back down next to me and hands me the hot coffee, “Mmmm… Thank you, my love. Merry Christmas,” I lean into him and kiss his jaw.

“Hope you enjoy it. It’s all you’re getting from me this year,” Harry chuckles at himself and sips his coffee.

I roll my eyes and take a sip. I honestly wouldn’t care if he hadn’t gotten me a single thing. I feel lucky and happy to have Harry in my life. James and Harry are my favorite things in the whole world and I just don’t feel like I need much else.

But, I know he’s gotten me several gifts because they’re under the tree wrapped up with a tag that tells me.

We tag team with James, showering, eating, and picking up all of James’ toys again (that we’d already put away but somehow James had managed to pull out every single toy he owns and scattered them over every inch of the house), washing dishes, and then James is down. He ran full speed, screeches and laughter, toys being tossed at the couch, and suddenly, he laid down and closed his eyes, and began to snooze.

Harry takes James to his crib and closes the door. James will sleep for a solid hour and a half. He’s a deep sleeper so as busy and wild as he is, I have been thankful for his consistent sleep and nap schedule.

I give Harry a hug and kiss his sweater-covered chest and look up at him, “My parents won’t be here for another two hours,” I smile slyly.

Harry puts his hands into my hair and dips down to kiss my forehead, “Is that so? What shall we do with all this free time, my love?”

Normally on a weekday when James goes down for a nap, Harry has already begun work and I’m writing an essay or doing a class assignment. I don’t know what possessed me to go for my Masters while having a one-year-old, but I did, and it’s not easy. But today, Harry and I have no work and no school, and a quiet house.

Harry takes my face into his palms and kisses my lips. Wrapping my arms around his neck I stand to my tippy toes and push myself up to him before he’s dragging me to the couch and climbing over me.

Harry lowers himself between my legs and pulls my leggings down to reveal that I’m not wearing panties. He hums and looks up at me and dives right in. It’s been a couple of weeks since Harry has eaten me out. He always tries for it, he did the night before even, but we’re usually so tired I encourage him to just fuck me so we can go to sleep. Sleep has surpassed sex as vital lately. As much as we both like sex, we’ve grown even more fond of sleep.

But that’s not to say we don’t have sex regularly. We get it on more than most parents, I think. I’ve talked to other moms and hearing about how they shun sex or aren’t in the mood or go without for weeks at a time is totally understandable. But with Harry and I, we’ve found ways to have sex as often as possible. Which isn’t as often as before James, but I’m very well taken care of, as Harry is.

The longest we’ve gone without sex was right after James was born. We waited for five weeks. The doctor said four to six. At four weeks I was ready to jump on his stick but Harry insisted we take one more week just to be safe. It was the quickest round of sex we’d ever had. Harry nutted so fast and I came quickly once he ate me out and then we passed out until James woke us up.

But now, we had some time to kill and Harry’s mouth on my pussy was feeling delicious.

It felt a bit like old times with Harry keeping his eyes on me as he licked up and down. He grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers together as he lapped away, his free hand holding my thigh down.

Harry still knows exactly what I need and the moment he slurped at my clit was when I couldn’t stop my moans, “Yes! Oh god…”

Harry smiled into my cunt and squeezed my hand as he brought me to orgasm.

I was also back on birth control for the time being. We talked about maybe having another baby but we needed some more time with just us and James before bringing in another little one. Harry’s age, though, is a bit of a concern as well. Technically he can produce sperm and get me pregnant until I’m too old to conceive but sperm production is much less at his age in general. It’s crazy to me how men can stay fertile (even if slightly less fertile) until old age. I had no idea until we had this discussion with our doctor. So, we decided we’d wait a bit. No rush and if we never have another baby that’s okay too.

I sat up and pushed Harry’s face away from my sensitive pussy, “Let me suck you off big guy,” I smiled at him and Harry rolled onto his back, putting his hands behind his head, stuffing a couch pillow under his neck so he could watch.

Harry’s cock is something I’ve gotten used to over the years. Big and long. Taking him down my throat is not as difficult as it was when we first started dating. Now I’m a pro. I still choke and gag, but I’m used to it. And I like it. But I only like it because it’s Harry and he’s worth it.

Harry’s whimpers and moans are my favorite sound. I love making him a mess and the way he looks at me when I’ve got my mouth wrapped around him just makes my heart sing. I don’t think I’ll ever hate giving him a blowjob.

“Baby… please… wanna be inside of you now,” Harry pushes himself up and I bring my mouth off of him.

Harry’s big cock feels so nice inside of me. It’s not long before he’s pounding away into me, my leg dangling off the couch, the wood frame creaking. I’m on my back and Harry’s railing me when he moves my legs to wrap around his waist.

“I’m gonna come, baby… I’m trying to hold it back but I’m so close,” Harry moans as he begins to quiver. I know he’s about to come because not only are his thighs shaking, but his cock is also twitching inside of me. I reach down to press my fingers over my clit and nod at Harry, “Come inside of me, Daddy.”

Harry closes his eyes and groans, his hips smacking into me and I gasp at how hard he’s pressing into me.

Harry starts to come and I feel it. His mouth drops open and he’s silent except for his panting. I speed up my fingers and feel the lightest little zip to my organs and I come with him. It’s not super intense but the orgasm is a sweet little release to top off the first one I had.

He collapses over me and kisses my face, “I love you so much. Such a good wife and a good mommy. Amazing…” Harry speaks his words against my cheeks and my neck where he’s kissing me all over. I laugh and tighten my legs around him and kiss him back.

I turn my head to check the clock and it’s only been twenty minutes since James went down for a nap. Harry lifts his head to look at me and then with a big grin he smiles down at me, “You know what that means?”

I nod as Harry rolls off of me and we both get up to go to our bed, pulling the blankets up over our naked bodies and fall asleep together for a yummy Christmas morning nap.

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