Thinking about a Yandere!LanternFae!Reader who loves gathering interesting individuals like one would precious gems...
Character(s): (in this order ->) Durin, Albedo, Wanderer, Illuga, Lohen (the parts are kind of connected but it can be ignored)
I mean just look at that cute, cute Dragon Boy. A walking talking fairytale that got life breathed into. So pure of heart despite the smell of the abyss' corruption wafting from his entire being, and the dreadful fate he is certainly shackled by. Truly a rare gem that one must keep a tight hold on, which is exactly what you know how to do! He makes it so easy for you too, with how eager he is to please, trying to look after you even though he is the one who needs to be cared for. It is certainly endearing whenever he asks if he can carry your original form so you can rest your feet, bashful and fidgety and still ensure of the intimacy of the matter but still earnest nevertheless. You can never get yourself to refuse his innocent offers, not when he holds you tight in his arms and keeps you close to his heart. That lovely flustered expression of his when you tell him the significance of his actions is a bonus that you definitely don't mind having! However, such curiosity, when combined with his blind carelessness, is sure to bring ruin for him one day, and so he must be kept at an arm length all the time<3
The Alchemist whom he came along with isn't all that bad either. There's just something about his mannerisms; the way he hold himself as he stands, the careful articulation of his words, and the empty gaze he has in those weirdly mesmerizing eyes that just scream not human no matter how much he pretends to be. His microscopic expressions of puzzlement as he stares at your being are utterly adorable, you must admit, even if they do instill feelings of not-quite-anxiety-but-close-enough in you sometimes. The shudders that run down your spine whenever his eyebrows rise up enough for you to know that he solved a piece of the riddle are rather addictive, further more so when his eyes widen at your knowing smile and amused eyes, although it's a completely deferent feeling that engulfs you at the moment, it is not any less pleasant! It does get to a point, though, where beating around the bush is no longer as entertaining for your impatient self, and it seems this one is as smart as you pegged him to be when he approaches you with the delightful offer of equivalent exchange between the two of you, practically handing you his soul on a silver platter. And who are you to refuse? All you can do is happily take his hands in yours and promise to be very gentle<3
And That Scholar From The Academia, so hard from the outside yet softer than cotton candy on the inside, both metaphorically and physically. You've cracked enough of his type to recognize it from miles away, and although the amount of work put into worming your way into his —nonexistent— shattered little heart is positively atrocious, the way he clings to you so tightly —like you are important to him, like you are his air and water and the source power fueling the broken pieces of his fractured core, like you are the one thing that ever really mattered in this bleak cruel world— after everything is said and done is worth the effort. He is just your kind of person too; quiet, reserved, and so painfully attention starved that he shudders at the thought of a gentle touch upon his synthetic skin, yet he never shies away from your touch —not anymore, at least— always so responsive despite the constant state of denial he is in. And to your absolute delight, he doesn't even seem to mind your... protective tendencies towards what is yours! Nor the possibility that he might be on that incredibly long list, if that pretty blush and equally tight grip he has on you is any indication. Isn't he such a doll<3
The Young Captain you often see running to and from Piramida wasn't all that eye-catching to you at first. Just a pretty face and a prettier blush if you say so. That is, until you notice the faint imprint of one of your kin on him, grey-ish blue coloring scarred skin and scorching against your fae senses. He doesn't seem all that aware of it when you try to subtly hint at the mark's existence, and it makes you boil in silent fury for this poor, poor thing. Catching the eye of a lantern fae is the one thing a human should never do— Not you of course! Sure, you were often described as obscenely gluttonous even compared to your kind, but you would never selfishly dare to lay your claim on someone without their explicit consent! Especially, someone as kind and vulnerable as the sweet captain of The Nightmare Orioles, who seems quiet oblivious to his current predicament as you gently pry the heavy coat from around his shoulders, a dark blush coating his cheeks at his state of undress inside someone else's home. Or maybe it is the close proximity between you two as you ask for permission to rid him of all his annoying fae problems? Nevertheless, as long as he behaves like a good boy and lets you finish what you came here for, you'll be more than happy to fulfill any of his dirty fantasies<3
That Vice Captain from the so called Knights of Favonius is certainly not the first human that used less than noble ways to attain greater power, and he surely won't be the last either. It is amusing, however, to see one so foolish as to leave a trail as clear as daylight behind oneself, and what is more fascinating is that somehow this one managed to not even get caught by anyone yet. It makes you wonder if it is really just ignorance or blatant disregard of the divine, though, you doubt it is the latter, it at least saves humanity some dignity. Out of your many objects of affection, this is not the most unique one, but he certainly is the most entertaining out of the bunch! Artificial or not, it is not every day that you see such immense amounts of bloodlust on a body so small and a face this pretty. It does not help his case that he is just so easy to play around with. An "unintentional" display of power here, a small show of "reluctant" interest there, and maybe rambling away while "incredibly drunk," and accidentally sharing some of the wisdom gained from living hundreds upon hundreds of years. It doesn't take him long to come looking for you on his own, looking up at you like a man starved; sitting on his knees as he desperately begs you for whatever you can give and offers you his soul and body and mortal flesh because he is just as greedy as you are and will take and take and take until it consumes him whole<3
@unxshackled sent: 30. NUDE : for one muse to walk in on the other while they’re changing. (lisa @ zoya)
prompt lost to the ages
the renowned leader of the legion, famed troublemaker and resident chaos bringer. titles that she held with pride within the confines of mbcc's famed sinner prison. she was the queen, the alpha of the pack and she flaunted herself with that in mind even with the lessened power she had within this vacation home.
zoya had taken the chance to shower earlier than usual, with the others seemingly spending their break time doing alternative things, she had worked up a sweat exercising in her cell and wanted to wash the salty dampness off of scarred and inked flesh. to avoid the rush, she worked quickly, washing her hair and body accurately and yet speedily. the wolf was never one to wrap a towel around her, preferring to show off her goods rather than hide them. she worked hard to look this good after all, and she'd die before accepting a more restrained version of herself even in prison.
but as she was changing back into her prisoner gear, red pants sliding on perfectly, she hears the door open and a familiar woman enters. to her surprise, it was the resident artist. zoya shoots her an icy glare, as if she had disturbed the sanctity of her kingdom... until she chuckles and spreads her arms, showing her shirtless body off and winking.
❝ fancy seeing you here. lisa, right? pretty cute name. ❞ her voice was gentle, softer than how she'd usually address the other girls and boys stuck in the same home as her. ❝ you like art, right? whaddya think of my ink? ❞
with that, wolf slowly stalks her prey for the morning, smirk on face as she turns her back to the artist revealing more of the intricate patterns and designs embedded against her battle worn skin
Lil Wanderer drabble because I wanna tie him up pretty<3 Loosly inspired by this fanart mootie made.
Warning(s): Bondage, Segguestive, Wrote this with Wanussy in mind but it's very vague and can be ignored, That's all I hope.
"Pink? Couldn't you find a better color for this?"
Wanderer questions, a faint rouge dusting his pale cheeks as his eyes carefully track your hands' movements to avoid looking into your own. Thankful for the control he has over his synthetic body that allows him to not feel the need to fidget or bite the inside of his cheek.
"This color is pretty enough." Your hands work efficiently as they tie up his wrists in a cute little bow behind his back before coiling up the rest of the ribbon around his arms in a lovely serpentine shape. "I think it suits you." A teasing smile places itself on your face as you tuck a stray strand of hair behind his flushed ear. "Matches your complexion pretty well, too, if I must say."
The puppet's face scrunches cutely at your remark, his mouth opening slightly to defend whatever remains of his dignity from such audacious slander. He doesn't get the opportunity to do that, however, the slight parting of his mouth serving as an invitation for your already too close lips to land upon his own.
"Ha–mmngh!" A surprised gasp escapes him at the sudden intrusion, the following moan slightly muffled as you greedily swallow that sweet noise down your throat.
While he is distracted with your lips, your hand settles on his hip, giving it a reassuring squeeze that was met with quite the cute surprised sound before gently guiding him to walk back until his shin hit the bedside, making him then sit down comfortably on the mattress and giving you a nice perching place on his lap that you straddle hastily.
Breaking the kiss, you watch as Wanderer unconsciously chases after you for no longer than a moment before catching up to his own actions. Eyes refusing to meet yours still as they stare with laser focus at the string of saliva connecting your tongues instead.
You hold back a chuckle as you give him a soft peck in the corner of his lips, too amused at how easily he got silenced yet not willing to go through the process of quieting him again at the slight chance that he might start pettily holding back all his pretty moans from you; not that it'll matter all that much, sooner or later he always folds for your whims.
Tugging gently at his tied arms, you force Wanderer to give you a little more neck access so you can tail wet hot kisses down his neck. His body tensing slightly as you continue down his chest.
"Hah..." You feel the way his hands tug a little at the silk as your teeth graze faintly against his clothed nipple, the cute sigh followed by him sucking up a breath as you let go of his chest.
"Enjoying being a pillow princess, Kuni?" Your head settles on plush thighs, cheek blissfully squeeshed against soft flesh as you look up at him, your arms wrap around his waist, hand reaching out to his tied ones as it fidget with the ribbon mindlessly.
"Can't you just hurry so we can get over with it." The subtle threat would've been more effective if he wasn't flushing so violently, but you stop yourself from teasing him any further, barely holding the urge to point out just how fine he looks with a pink blush.
Instead, your nose nuzzles on the rope of fabric clinging annoyingly tightly around his waist, making it harder for you to undo his shorts. "Get over with it?" You repeat his words, unapologetically shameless as you place hot kiss against his crotch. "But sweetheart, you just look so cute all tied up and subby for me—"
"Quit whining." Wanderer cuts you off, more embarrassed than annoyed at your endless teasing. "I... never said anything about it not becoming a part of our routine." His voice is softer, and the admission makes you feel a little, just a little, bad for being a bit of a... meany.
"Well, we don't know that yet." Your hands move to cup his waist, silently asking for permission. "Let's give it a try first, yeah?"
missing wangxian hours also they are so pathetic i lovethem 🦐 my babies ily also my bestie noa arranged this pop up store but like,, in their house for wangxian 🥺 noa my baby ily ♡ c'mere lemme kiss you silly 🌸🌸
