#I smile with one side of my mouth and bare my fangs a bit

[riseatlantisss]

Careful, he bites

Pairing : Astarion x female!reader around 900 words.

morning sex. in bed. with the most amazing vampire. that’s it that’s the plot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

TW : 18+, shameless smut, oral sex (female receiving), fingering, tiny bit of fang kink

I love him a completely normal amount

You open your eyes slowly, savouring the blissful, heavy fog of sleep that still weighs on your mind. The voice that greets you is one you’re sure you’ll never tire of.

“Good morning, my sweet”, Astarion whispers against your ear. The bed smells of night-blooming flowers and cold winter air, just like him. His body is a comforting spoon, the nice coolness of his powerful chest sends shivers down your spine.

Your eyelids are still heavy and with a smile, you settle back in and bury your head in your soft pillow, eager for just a few more hours of precious sleep before starting a new day in the underdark.

Astarion, of course, has other ideas. He exhales and you can feel the light puff of cold air against the back of your neck. Icy fingers skate down your bare arm, dragging the strap of your night gown with them. He dips his head and nuzzles the junction of your neck and shoulder. He toys with the hem of your night gown before slipping beneath it to caress the curve of your hip. You revel in his low groan of appreciation as he discovers you’re wearing nothing underneath.

“Gods, the things you do to me,” he growls, voice muffled slightly as he breathes your scent. “Let me take care of you.”

Wordlessly, you nod and he wastes no time. He gives you a sloppy, hungry kiss that is all tongues, teeth and fangs, and then slowly lowers himself. His fangs leave burning trails across your skin, and you love every bit of it.

You can feel his erection grow next to your thigh and you raise a hand forward to touch him but he grabs your wrist and stops the motion. 

“No, darling,” he grins, “it is all about you today.”

“But –” your attempt to argue is cut short as Astarion disappears between your thighs, wraps his wet lips around your clit and starts sucking. You let out an unbelievably loud whimper of pleasure and he smirks against your body.

Pinning your thighs apart, he works his tongue in an up-and-down motion on one side of your clit and then the other. You grind into his mouth shamelessly as his tongue continues working its magic. Without interruption, he slips first one finger, then two inside you, and pushes them up against your G-spot. You’re already starting to see stars as you feel his fangs settle in the soft mound of flesh above your clit. He applies just enough pressure for it to deliciously sting without ever hurting. Those tiny pinpricks combined with the sucking of your clit and the impossible rhythm of his fingers inside you made you cry out.

“Astarion – I’m– “ you try to articulate between two heavy breaths.  

“I’m right there with you, my love,” he mutters and presses his fangs slightly deeper into your skin, as to urge you to stop fighting the wave of pleasure trying to make its way through your shivering body.  

His tongue slips across that one spot on the tip of your clit that always sets you off, and suddenly you are coming on his mouth, grasping fistfuls of his silver hair and moaning and moaning and moaning. He pushes his fangs deeper and deeper into your skin as he rides out your orgasm with you, using his free hand to hold your hips steady. Your core spasms longer than a pulsing heart, each beat making you thrash helplessly on the bed as he pushes his fingers deep. ​​He waits until you come down from your high before slowly sliding his two fingers out of you and into his mouth to lick them clean. The rest of the world begins to come back into focus but you do not care for it. You only have eyes for him.  

​​"You are absolutely exquisite when you come," he chuckles in that ridiculously arrogant way he has.

He licks his lips as he rises, expression as lazy and smug as a contented cat. You haul him up and into your arms and kiss him hard. He wraps his strong arms around you protectively and takes a moment to listen to your breathing, still shallow from the love explosion. He finds infinite comfort in the repeated rise and fall of your chest. It proves to him that you are real, safe and here, right next to him. 

Before you, Astarion had never known true bliss. Sex – even when it’s mindblowing – doesn’t fix the part of you that’s broken. Good sex soothes, but doesn’t cure, and Astarion, who’s been using sex as a valium substitute since he’s been free from his former Master’s control, knows it better than anyone. But with you, it’s not just sex. It’s safety. It’s intimacy. It’s respect. And it’s all he’s ever wanted.

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[feyascorner]

Imagine Tav who has a thing for deep voices (ahem Astarion’s when he gets all low and breathy and AHHHHH) and he notices. I’d combust

AGLAGKJL I HAVE OTHER REQUESTS BUT I SAW THIS AND I HAD TO WRITE IT IMMEIDATELY HES JUST SOOO....also warning this is a bit suggestive nothing terrible but i also haven't written anything other than fluff and angst in ages so i might be a little rusty....

You have barely any breath left in your lungs, and you think you wouldn't mind dying this way. He shoves the door to your shared room open with his back as you push him through it, lips molding against his in a heated wave of passion. Your fingers entangle themselves in his white curls, pulling at them just gently enough to draw out a low groan from his throat, and in an instant, he has your back pressed against the wall, both hands holding either side of your face as if it's the last time he'll get to touch you.

And as much as you wouldn't mind dying from suffocation here, being ever so perceptive, he pulls away to lean his forehead against your own, watching as your chest heaves up and down in a helpless attempt to catch your breath. He pinches one of your cheeks. "It's a relief that one of us needs air to remain conscious. If you were to become like myself, I'm not confident we'd actually ever stop."

"I never said we needed to stop," you say breathlessly.

"You don't need to tell me," he leans forward to press his lips against the area where he usually sinks his teeth into your neck. Instead of the familiar prick, all you feel are his cool lips peppering kisses on your skin. "Your body, and how it responds to me...it does all the talking for you."

And much to your embarrassment, his words are sent straight to the hammering of your heart. It must be the way he says it---so softly, yet rough. Teasing, yet honest. Low enough to drop his voice an octave but not enough to take away its usual charm. And the worst is the breathiness adorning his very words. For someone who doesn't need to breathe, he certainly sounds like he does it a lot.

You feel him nip at a sensitive spot of your neck and practically yelp, earning a snicker from the culprit in front of you.

"Your heart's beating quite fast, darling," he says slowly, almost in a whisper. "Are just a few words enough to rile you up so much?"

You remain silent, afraid all sanity you have left will snap if you dare to speak.

"But that's not all, is it? No, my sweet, you only feel this way about my words because I'm the one saying it," you can hear the grin in his tone. He pulls away from your neck, lifting his head back where he can meet your eyes. "Do you like when I say things like this? Vulnerable? Sensual? Seductive?--"

You slap your palms across his mouth, heat practically radiating off of your face, as you feel his fangs through his smile. He knows, you think, face paling. He knows how you respond to just his stupid voice, and you know him more than enough to expect the worst from the power you've given him. It's humiliating almost---but more than anything, you want him to shut up. To stop talking to you in that way that brings butterflies to your stomach, to stop looking at you as if you're the most desirable person in all of Faerun, to stop just existing in the moment---

Astarion gently pries your hands away from his face, satisfaction more than apparent in his expression. "No use being bashful now. I'm not offended at all. If anything, I'm rather flattered to know you find even my voice as attractive as the rest of me."

"Please stop talking."

"You don't mean that, clearly."

You grab a nearby pillow and smush it against his cheek, pushing him away.

With a soft laugh, he takes the pillow from your hands, placing it beside him to look at you properly. You want to hide away in a hole forever, but you can't do much other than look to the ground, beyond embarrassed. His obvious amusement doesn't do much to soothe you.

"Look at me, darling."

"Hells no."

"Will you listen if I whisper it to you?"

You shoot him a glare, and he laughs again.

So instead of convincing you any further, he takes either of your hands. His voice is low again, and you swear he's doing it on purpose. "We all have our quirks, my love. I enjoy drinking your delicious blood in our nights of passion, and you enjoy listening to my wonderful voice during them."

"Did you just compare this to being a vampire?"

"This and that. Same thing."

The quirk of your brow is enough to tell him of your annoyance, making him squeeze your hand with a grin. You'd throw him out if he weren't so pretty. Those long lashes, the white curls, that irritatingly beautiful shade of his eyes...Gods, you're helpless. But something tells you that the feeling is mutual. Wordlessly, you find yourself leaning closer again, and his grin stretches wider. "So talking lowly does seem to work its charm on you."

You snort, rolling your eyes. "Shut up and kiss me."

"As you wish."

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[astroboots]

CICI!!! I am obsessed with Miguel's chompers! his teeth!! I just want him to bite me!!!

Oh nonny I knoooooow. They are so pretty! They do something to me. So funnily enough I have this tiny little drabble in my WIPs for the longest time that I didn't quite know what to do with so I thought I'd throw this out here.

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x reader

Word Count: 750

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"Can I touch them?" you ask.

He raises one thick and perfectly arched eyebrow at you, with not a little judgment in his expression, as if he is looking at a fucking crazy person.

Which, he's probably not entirely wrong about, but it's rude nevertheless.

"You want to touch them?" He repeats, slowly with a deep sardonic drawl. The way you would speak to a not so bright child.

Heat prickles your cheeks. Miguel has this uncanny ability to get under your skin. He should add it to his list of superpowers.

"If it's a no, just say it's a no! There's no need to be an ass about it."

His lips pulls into a smirk, and for a fraction of a moment, you see a glimpse of the sharp edge of his corner tooth before he tucks them behind his lips, out of sight again.

Miguel gestures you forward, spreading his legs from where he's sitting on your couch. The motion has your brain stalling. You can't help but stare, he's wearing oversized sweats and you can still somehow see the definition of his legs shift against the fabric as he moves.

Shit, he definitely caught you in the act. His smile pulls even wider as he pats his hand down on the meat of his thigh. "C'mere nena."

What does he think you are? A dog?

For all your indignance at the gesture, you still go to him, and when you're within reach, his hand comes up to pull and tug you into his lap until you're comfortably perched there.

"You wanna touch, huh?" he teases, amusement dripping from the words as he smiles up at you and bounces you up on his knee.

God, of course he's going to make a big fucking deal of this. You don't know what possessed you to ask in the first place. You can really only answer with the truth:

"I'm just a little bit curious."

It's the understatement of the century. You are more than a little bit curious. You're absolutely fucking fascinated by them. Feel a trill of excitement everytime you catch a small glimpse of them when he's caught by surprise and smiles uninhibitedly at you.

Will stall out any moment during any dinner when he chews on his food and they peek out from his mouth.

Throughout the years, Miguel's gotten very good at hiding them. Conspicuously tucking them behind his lip that most people will never be the wiser. It's why he often mumbles why he speaks because doing both at the same time can be difficult. It's a part of himself that he never show, to the point that even though you've been together for a while now, it's only fairly recently that you've gotten to see them properly.

In front of you, Miguel leans back against the couch.

"Go ahead." He tilts his head up, baring his throat to you as he parts his mouth, and then you see them.

Those two prominent canine teeth of his. Fang-like pointy teeth on either side of the incisors.

Your ears burn. He never shows them to you this brazenly.

Raising your hand closer to his face, you can't help the way they are actually shaking with excitement. Your thumb grazes at the point of his left tooth, and you can feel the sharpness tingle against your pad.

God, you could cut yourself on these.

"You done? Ish a bit uncomfortable."

You hum distractedly, not fully taking in his words, entirely fascinated as you press your thumb with a bit more pressure again the edge.

"Careful, nena," he warns.

Stilling at his words, you pull your thumb from his mouth as you inspect it. It hasn't broken any skin yet.

"Why? Does poison always come out when you bite?"

There's that look on his face, like you just asked him the dumbest question on earth, then he laughs. "No. It'd be difficult to eat if that was the case. Most of the times it's dry bites. I used to bite myself on the lip all the time when I first got them."

"So what would happen if you bit me?"

He blinks up at your question. Smile fading as he considers your question as his eyes roams over your form slowly appraising you from head to toe. Something switches in him, no longer playful a tangible change that you see in the shade of his darkening eyes that shines crimson.

His arm snake around your waist, tightening his hold on you. "Do you want me to bite you, nena? Is that what you're asking?"

You swallow thickly at his words. Staring up at his saphire eyes that seems to glint with glee as he asks you the question.

Your back prickles with excitement just at the thought of it and for that moment you forget all about your hesitation or any shred of pride as you nod back at him.

"Yes," you answer. "Please."

A/N: This is nena from Every You Ever Me universe, do with that piece of information as you will.

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[spacebarbarianweird]

"you came so fast, I barely even touched you" holy shit.

I have no idea where the original list of prompts is but I love your request and here I present you a smut fic about Astarion and Tiriel!

Shadows

Synopsis: Astarion dissociates during sex, believing he "owes" sex to Tiriel.

Thanks @themadlu for beta-reading!

Tags: smut, handjob, NSFW, trauma talk

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Tiriel has completely lost herself.

There is nothing in this world but her and Astarion. He’s pinned her to the bed, shut her mouth with his kisses and Tiriel thinks her legs, currently tightly wrapped around his torso, won’t close ever again.

Tiriel grabs a fistful of his curls, making him groan. Astarion pulls away a bit and then pierces her neck with his fangs, causing her to whimper with pain and pleasure.

With every gulp, his thrusts become rougher and harder. He releases her neck and Tiriel smells the iron scent of her own blood.

“Such a delicious little thing,” he growls. “So warm for me.”

Tiriel tries to make eye contact but Astarion turns away. His mind is a thousand miles away.

“Astarion,” she meowls.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he squeezes her wrists harder and rolls his hips.

“Astarion, please,” Tiriel says, but he doesn’t pay attention.

Now it’s not lovemaking, not sex.

Just a mindless fucking, perfect in its performance.

And Tiriel hates every second of this.

“Astarion, let me go!”

He places his palm over her mouth and hushes something pointless in her ear. He speaks of love, passion… He may not mean a word he says.

Tiriel has had enough.

She manages to set her leg free and punches Astarion forcing him to release her at once.

He gasps and moves to the other side of the bed. His cock is still hard and it glistens in the dim light, still coated in precum and her own wetness.

“Did I—Gods!” Astarion covers his face in shame. “I am so sorry.”

“It’s ok, you didn’t hurt me,” She takes his hand in hers. “What happened? You were dissociating again.”He looks at her and then takes a blanket to cover his lower parts, as if embarrassed by his own erection. 

Tiriel studies his perfect face and notices he’s avoiding looking at her.

They spent the last two days apart. Tiriel was offered a job—to help a group of adventurers deal with a banshee, and it was clear they wouldn’t tolerate a vampire. So, Astarion agreed to stay in the Inn with his books—and Tiriel promised to return as soon as possible.

Be it the consequences of the fight or something else, Tiriel was coming back to the Inn with only one desire.

She wanted to fuck.

Astarion quickly caught the scent of her arousal and, while joking about her overall appearance (bruises, sweat, a ripped shirt), he undressed her and gave her what she desired most.

“Astarion,” she caresses his knuckles. “You could have just said you weren’t in the mood.”

Now he looks at her. A bitter smile twists his face. 

“It’s difficult to say ‘no’ to you, darling” He chuckles. “Didn’t want to disappoint you”

Tiriel grabs his shoulders. “Astarion, don’t be stupid! Do you think I like forcing you to do things you don’t want? You think I… Gods, Astarion, you aren’t an object to be used, not a means to an end. You don’t owe me sex or intimacy or anything! We’ve talked about it!”

Astarion turns his head away. “I had a very bad reverie while you were absent, '' he admits. “Really bad one. I will spare you the details and I don't want to talk about it. I didn’t want you to notice and tried to pretend everything was normal. When it wasn’t.”

Tiriel puts her head on his shoulder.

“Astarion, tell me what you want. But be honest. Please.”

He exhales. “Well… I… definitely can’t finish what we started but my body disagrees.”

Tiriel pulls away the blanket. Astarion’s manhood looks painfully hard. She feels a tugging sensation between her legs but she manages to suppress it. Whatever they are going to do won’t be about her.

“Can you just… Sit in front of me?” he asks.

Tiriel nods. She adjusts herself on a pillow so Astarion can see all of her. She spreads her legs a bit and smiles.

“Come for me, love,” she murmurs watching as he strokes himself.

Astarion maintains eye contact fucking his own hand. Tiriel suspects she doesn’t look seductive or particularly appealing, but she’s learned to love herself as she is. If Astarion finds her attractive and desires her, she shouldn’t care about anything else.

Then, he turns away again. The movements become mechanical—he bites his lower lip and tries to keep performing but Tiriel has known him for too long not to notice.

“Astarion?”

“Fuck!” he unclenches his hand.”I can’t.”

“Do you want me to help?” Tiriel leans to him.

He hesitates but then nods.

Tiriel tugs Astarion to her chest making sure he is comfortable between her legs. She kisses his shoulder and then touches his nipples—his body reacts to her fingers, forcing him to squirm.

“I don’t want to hurt you, I don't want you to feel used. I want you to be loved, to be cared for,” she strokes his cock and Astarion moans.

She has never done it before. Astarion often pleasures her in more than one way; his fingers have been inside her not less than his cock. Meanwhile, her role is almost always a passive one.

Well, unless she rides him—but that’s another story to tell.

She touches the sensitive tip and then proceeds to stroke the shaft, enjoying the sensation of silk-like skin under her fingers.

Astarion squirms, he digs his fingernails into the sheet. Tiriel uses her second hand to caress his balls. She squeezes them a bit and the moment she does it thick strings of cum coat Tiriel’s fingers.

“Fuck!” he gasps.

Tiriel pays little to no attention to the mess he’s made and adores his face. His eyes are closed, and his mouth is half open. There is nothing left from his usual smirk and a composed smile—Astarion is just a mindless vampire right now, drowned in his own pleasure.

“I barely even touched you,” Tiriel playfully says. “And you’ve come so fast.”

His cock is still hard and Tiriel kisses her lover’s lips.

“Please…” he mutters. “Do this… again.”

“Anything for you, love.” 

This time Tiriel squeezes him tighter, her movements rough and passionate. Astarion moans and hisses uncontrollably.

“Hells…”

“I love you so much,” Tiriel whispers in his ear. “I am so lucky to have you. Don’t hold yourself. ”

Astarion rolls his hips fucking her hand. By this moment she doesn’t even have to move— she just holds Astarion the same way she holds a sword handle.

“Come for me, love.” She licks the tip of his ear and then carefully bites it. As she feels his skin on her tongue, he clutches at the fabric of the sheets with such force that he tears it.

Then he opens his eyes wide and cums again.

If he was alive, he would pant loudly and his heart would beat like after climbing up the stairs in a tower.

But his body is silent and Tiriel moves a bit to see his face better.

The image doesn’t disappoint her—Astarion is completely flustered, all in her power, vulnerable, and mindless.

Finally, he looks at her. She smiles and puts her coated fingers to her lips and licks the cum.

“Wild girl,” he murmurs and kisses Tiriel, tasting himself.

“Do you want to cuddle?” she asks.

“Do you really have to ask?” Astarion is back to his common self. “Darling, I thought we'd been cuddling longer than we’ve been having sex.”

“Then how do you want to do it?”

Astarion hesitates, then pushes her onto the bed, forcing Tiriel to lie on her back. He then settles his head on her bare lap, hugging her thigh like a pillow.

“I had a reverie about a woman,” he finally says. “She knew I was a vampire and I was her ‘reward” for doing some… job for him. She was a nobility, a rich girl who always got what she wanted—and she wanted me to be her fucktoy for a month. I should have been grateful because for once I didn’t have to flinch at any unexpected sound or be afraid of torture. Instead of rats, I fed on horses and dogs which was much better than my usual diet. I even could read books in her library and, gods, I spent every spare minute there.”

“But the price was to sleep with her?” Tiriel asks.

“Well, the bitch had very interesting views on sex, and any regular intercourse was too boring for her. Besides, she deluded herself that she asked for permission—but I was ordered to agree to anything she suggested. And the bitch was as inventive as perverted.”

Tiriel caresses his scalp waiting for the story to continue. Astarion’s mind is like a hangman’s archive—Tiriel can never guess which disgusting fact she will learn next, but it is always worse than the previous one.

“I was in her bedroom and… she was forcing herself on me. I wanted to strangle her, to rip her throat. Her touches were acid-like. It was… a deep reverie when I wasn’t aware it was a memory. I was sure I was still there. And then… it all faded away. And then you returned with your arousal and your passion.”

Guilt knots in Tiriel’s stomach.

“I am sorry.”

“Don’t. I should have just told you I wasn’t in the mood. You would have stopped, wouldn’t you?”

“Of course. Without  a doubt.”

He turns around so he can see Tiriel’s face but still uses her thighs as a pillow. 

“You are warm,” he mutters. 

“And you resemble a big cat.”

“Is it a compliment?”

“Yes.”

Tiriel feels like falling asleep. The last thing she sees is Astarion’s crimson eyes that look at her with awe and tenderness.

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[bloodweep]

I am so not okay about John Dory, I fucking love him

He is the biggest jock acting motherfucker (affectionate) in the best way possible.

With that being said, some of my headcannons about him:

━━━━━━━ ✦❘༻༺❘✦ ━━━━━━━

⇢ ˗ˏˋ First time meeting ࿐ྂ

I like being delulu and imagining the trolls human size and everyone else are just giants.

That being said I headcannon him to be 5’11

‗ ❍ He’s cocky, no doubt about that, he expects to be recognized and enjoys it if he is, if he’s not, he’ll get disappointed and upset, however it’s nothing too derail us beyond a “have you been living under a rock? How do you NOT know me? Brozone?”

‗ ❍ All smiles, teeth showing and everything, I like to think he has sharp fangs - all four of them

‗ ❍ He likes being close, doesn’t matter if he’s know you for a few minutes or years

‗ ❍ He’s definitely touched-starved, which contributes to him wanting to be close to people

‗ ❍ After a few meetings he gets more bolder with his touching, whether is a hand on the shoulder, arm over the shoulders or full on hugging

‗ ❍ The touching gets more intense as meetings continue

‗ ❍ ABSOLUTELY no situational awareness, he will scream your name and come running up to you, if he is up high he will preform stunts to get to you - if he nails it he will look around showing off those fangs in a smile to get an applause

‗ ❍ Eventually every time he sees you, you will get hugged, always into his side, one arm around your shoulders and his cheek nuzzling into yours

‗ ❍ Ugh, he definitely has nice stubble that rubs so nicely into your skin, I imagine he also has a sole patch just under his lip the barley connects to the rest of the stubble

‗ ❍ These types of hugs will last longer and longer, his nuzzling getting more aggressive, moving to behind your ear to scent

‗ ❍ He would start flirting, perhaps terrible at start, just to gauge what you enjoy and don’t

‗ ❍ Would want your attention solely on him at times, may get a bit aggressive if it’s not

‗ ❍ His aggression wouldn’t be directed towards you, only other people

‗ ❍ The most aggression he’ll show you would be angered voice, side comments, forcibly putting himself in between you and the person(s) you’re speaking to

‗ ❍ JD definitely growls , snarls and bares his teeth at people if he cannot get your attention

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Him Crushing ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ He wouldn’t understand it at first, being he was alone for so long - besides Rhonda - he’s incredibly touched-starved

‗ ❍ JD thinks he’s just lonely and wants more affection and attention from people, hence his grabbiness with his brothers and forcing them into hugs

‗ ❍ However he would be quicker to know that the attention he wants from you is far different than he craves for his family; or even poppy and viva

‗ ❍ If you think how much he touches you now is intense wait until he fully understands his emotions

‗ ❍ Definitely grabby with the hands, especially placing his non-gloved hand in yours, to show he wants that closeness

‗ ❍ UGH HE WOULD SO GIVE YOU THE OTHER GLOVE SO YOU COULD WEAR IT

‗ ❍ Would expect you to wear it, but wouldn’t force it if you didn’t feel comfortable

‗ ❍ Would stand close to you, invading your space

‗ ❍ Would try to always keep your attention on him

‗ ❍ When he does hug you and rub his cheek against yours he would definitely nuzzle his nose into the shell of your ear

‗ ❍ Would be bold with his confession

‗ ❍ Asks you out privately however, away from everyone just in case you reject him he could pretend it never happened

‗ ❍ He’s ecstatic when you accept his confession

‗ ❍ This is the time he would definitely start to hug you properly, chest to chest, his head resting on yours, purring

‗ ❍ Most definitely a loud mouth and his brothers would end up knowing without him thinking about asking you

‗ ❍ Of course every relationship has its faults he does still have a pretty big ego and does have a habit of storming off, but reuniting with his family, he has seen that he shouldn’t do that and actually talk to out

‗ ❍ if he cannot find himself to do so; he will tell you that he needs space

‗ ❍ though he’s the one to leave so you can be comfortable where you are or we will bring you home

‗ ❍ He doesn’t know how to properly make it up to you, all he knows is to pretend it never happened - this is something you two need to work out

‗ ❍ but he will bring back goodies, flowers, food etc. and want to hang out

‗ ❍ nights like that his insecurities get the best of him - maybe it is better if he should leave, he just hurts people, but he keeps this to himself

‗ ❍ he just cuddles, laying flat on his back with you on top of him, the weight keeps him grounded

‗ ❍ After a while his nicknames will start coming out

‗ ❍ “hey little ma/mama” - this is for any gender that you identify as, it’s a cocky little thing he picked up

‗ ❍ “babe / baby / babydoll” a lot; like a lot especially if he’s nuzzling into you and scent marking

‗ ❍ Into biting, mainly started as nonsexual, an outlet to express his emotions he could not vocalize

I’ll figure out sexual headcanons later * as I haven’t indulged in that side just yet

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Random ࿐ྂ

‗ ❍ hates strawberries

‗ ❍ hates large bodies of water (streams and ponds are okay, rivers are pushing it) - he fell in one and struggled to get out when he left Brozone and was on his own

‗ ❍ actually prefers meat over sweets hence the fangs

‗ ❍ big tail, that drags on the ground if he doesn’t pick it up, has horns/spikes going down the length with a big fuzzy end

‗ ❍ loves when you play with it and only lets you touch it

‗ ❍ walks around in boxers inside Rhonda for the longest time

‗ ❍ finally made his own home but still is often with her

‗ ❍ gets you whatever you want, even if it’s the silliest thing like a feather off a duck with one eye or something

┗━━━━━━━━ ✦❘༻༺❘✦ ━━━━━━━━━┛

More coming soon; I am so normal about him I swear

#john dory #brozone #trolls #trolls 3 #john dory x reader #headcanons #trolls band together

[arhiweebs]

HellFire Newt Syrup

A Series: Mammon

Warnings: Heavy Smut. Read at your Own Discretion.

Word count : 1,476

He was pacing back and forth in his room. He was hot. His hands tugged and gripped at his hair. Trying to keep his composure.

It was his own fault really. How could he be so stupid.

Thought he could make a quick buck only for it to back fire so tremendously.

He tried to take a limited edition golden hellfire newt bottle out of leviathans room. He could’ve sold it for twice the amount Levi bought it for. But he dropped it. And it spilled all over him.

The affect was working. Working fast. His sense started to heighten. His fangs got sharper and his pupils turned into slits. He was on the bring if turning into his demon form. He was trying to hard.

Taking slow and deep breaths. In and out. There was a knock at his door that started him and made him jump out of his thoughts.

“Mammon? What was that sound are you okay? Why is the door locked let me in.”

It was MC. Mammon looked around started to panick. “No no uh- ya can’t come in! Go away!”

They jiggled the door knob. “Mams stop being weird and open the door.”

“Ya- dammit- MC! I can’t- fuck.” He grunted and rubbed his face.it was only getting worse by the second.

The door stopped and was quiet. Then it just flung open. “Phew! That was easy.” Mc used magic to open the door.

They stepped in and closed the door. “Geez Mammon what’s gotten-“ they paused seeing him.

“Mammon what’s wrong?” The went to him trying to automatically comfort him.

“No! No! Don’t touch me!” He started breathing heavily. “I’m barely holdin’ on Mc! Ya gotta go!” He grunted and stumbled back a bit.

Horns sprouted and curled out of his head. Mammon started heaving as his wings shows up.

“M-mammon? What- what’s wrong?” They looked concered. But started backing up as mammon got closer.

He looked at them as if they were his prey.

“I swear ya just don’t listen. Ya got some nerve ignorin me like that.” He hummed as he backed them up to the pool table. His wings flapping behind him every once and a while.

Mc gulped as the space between them closed. Mammon reached up and rubbed their cheek. “I just needs little taste. Aw don’t look at me like that. I told ya don’t come in. And ya did. This ain’t no one else’s fault but yers.”

“You do it to me all the time!” They whimpered as mammons hand trailed its way down their side. Sending shivers down their spine.

“That ain’t the point. I’m your first. Ain’t like I need permission.” He turned his head and started peppering kisses to their neck.

Their eyes fluttered and they melted every so slightly into him. Letting a soft sigh out. He slide a hand to their throat and gaze a squeeze. He kissed them. His lips pressing so nicely against theirs.

They let out another whimper as they melted into his touch. Kissing him back just as passionate.

The newt syrup was in full swing. His body was so hot. His cock throbbed in his pants. He growled into their mouth as his kiss became more rough.

Everything got hotter. Mc fiddled with his belt and undid the button and zipper to his pants as they were kissed. While mammon worked on pulling off their clothes. He paused to pick them up and sit them on the pool table. Pushing the balls back into their corners.

Mc pulled out his cock. It was twitching as a mix of gold and watery white precum pooled from the tip. He grunted and let out a soft moan as MC stroked them. He couldn’t help himself but to buck up into their hand.

He let out a whimper of his own. Breaking the kiss and rolling his head back. MC smiled and kissed his collarbone.

He pulled off his jacket.. his body felt like it was on fire. He pushed them down on the pool table. His dick jumping as he spread their legs apart. Having perfect access to everything.

“F-fuck. I’m sorry MC I don’t think I can- ugh~ hold back anymore.” He said through gritted teeth.

“You were my first. You don’t have to ask for permission. I’m all yours.” They said reiterating his words from before.

Mammons wings extended out and he let out a growl as he wrapped his arms around their legs and pushed himself into their core. Letting out a moan as he watched how perfect Mc looked with him inside them.

The precum acted as a lubricant as he pushed deep into their core. He started thrusting. Fucking them on the pool table. MC instantly began to cling to him. Wrapped their arms around his neck. Trying to completely close the gap between their. Their bodies touching and rubbing against each other as mammon thrusted into them.

His cock scraping nicely along their walls and hitting all the right places. He kept a nice speed. They rocked the pool table, it’s legs creaking from the motion fo the two.

Mammons thrusts we’re rough and fast. He wasted no time and let out a string of moans and grunts.

MC tossed their head and began to scratch up his back. Digging pretty marks into his skin. Mammon kept marks of his own. His fangs scratching across MCs chest and collarbone as he kissed and sucked there. Leaving little love bites and hickies and every once and a while drawing a bit of blood only for him to lick it up.

He was rough with it. Unlike his usual, more gentle self. The way his exposed chest flexed. He was starting to sweat. It putting a pretty shine on his skin. He moved one of your legs over his shoulders. Creating a new angle that scratched wonders inside you.

The pool table creaked and rocked. The sound of the balls in their corners clanking together.. his wings couldn’t help but flap a bit here and there behind him.

His thrusts sped up. His dick twitched inside you. He grunted and let out a small whimper.

“Oh fuck~ Mc.~” he moaned. His eyes fluttering. He huffed.

You reached out to him and pulled him down to kiss you. Diving your tongue into his mouth. Moaning into him with pretty whimpers and whines of your own.

Your body couldn’t help but shake from the force and stimulation he was giving.

An orgasm.. ripping through your body. Giving him a loud moan as he felt your insides clench around him.

He kept the pace, letting you ride out your high. Everything was so hot and so close. Hips meeting together and bodies rocking as one. He is your first demon after all.

He pulled out from you, turning to lean against the pool table. His cock was still hard and twitching. It looked like it hurt. He huffed and looked over at you hungrily.

“M-MC..” he seemed desperate.

You caught your breath. With shaky legs hopping off from the table you got down onto your knees in front of him.

He looked down at you with a look of want in his eyes. The avatar or greed wanting you more than anything.

You took hold of his base and squeezed it. He grunted. You pushed his blood flow to his tip as you wrapped your mouth over his cock.

He shuddered bracing himself by holding onto the table. His head leaned back with a dragged out moan as you started sucking him.

Licking up his sides and bobbing your head as you sucking him off. Though he’d never admit it, he became a whining mess.

His legs jerked and his cock twitched in your mouth. His knuckles turning white from how hard he gripped the ledge of the pool table.

“F-fuck me. S-so good~” he mustered out with a growl to follow.

The more you sucked him the quicker his breaths got. Slob dripping down your chin each time you’d pull off, spit on his cock, and attatched yourself right back on.

His wings extended out. There was a cracking sound as he broke the edge of the table with how hard he was squeezing it. He moaned out as his thick white and gold flecked cum spurted out into your mouth.

His legs shook as he very visibly fell apart. He almost fell to the ground from how hard he came. That syrup really took a toll on him. As he finally went soft, small globs of cum pooled from his tip. Finishing him off as he sighed pleased. He looked down at you and blushed a bit.

He leaned down wrapping his hand around your neck as he pulled you up by it, into a soft kiss. As a thank you.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #writing #writing smut #digital art #art #mammon headcanon #the great mammon #mammon avatar of greed #om! mammon #obey me mammon #obeyme mammon #smut oneshot #obey me smut

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

Things I was happy about in the episode:

Pretty much everything actually. The Fukuchi 36 years reveal was rushed due to the pacing but it made sense and finally explained why the hell he would go about blowing up the world when he was so motivated by the horrors of war. It also leads itself into some interesting questions for later. But I'll list some other highlights:

The pretty flashbacks

Aya and Bram :) Also Bram getting his body back.

Whoever "that man" was that Fyodor mentioned. I am intrigued tell me more. Does this mean that Fyodor was projecting his feelings towards his rivalry with an ex onto Dazai. That would be so funny. (Also I wonder about his age still... how long ago are we talking?)

Dazai's strength explicitly being stated as the absolute trust he has in his allies, as opposed to Fyodor's need for complete control. <-I mean. We all knew but it's the confirmation that's nice.

Nikolai's conflicted emotions on Fyodor's death getting focus and attention - and Dazai not saying anything and just letting him feel whatever he's feeling. My poor jester lad.

Chuuya trying and failing to pull the fangs out of his mouth

Poor Teruko having to deliver the final blow

Semi-confirmed old man yaoi??? Like. The way that whole scene was framed between Teruko, Fukuchi, and Fukuzawa. Um.

Fukuchi's dying moments. Fukuzawa trying and failing to throw away One Order. The most emotional and devastated we've ever seen him. Ranpo knowing he can't throw it away. For all I was saying earlier, guys I'm so so glad he isn't dead.

Whatever that last bit was??? Are we changing the setting? Is this what happens after the other side of the Page is activated? Are we pulling in mythology? Sskk complete confidence and Atsushi smiling at Akutagawa? Hell yeah?????

Things I am not sure yet how to feel about:

Fyodor's apparent death. If he really did just die and won't be back in any capacity... it's kind of a let down. He. Barely did anything. But I feel like there's still going to be something. Like even if he's dead for good he'll still haunt the story in some way.

Hope they do something more with Teruko after this. Interesting to have her end things like that but. Please can we elaborate on her more. Other than just she had feelings for him. Please.

No involvement from Yosano or Kyouka or Kouyou. I get that it was already busy and crammed enough as is, so it wouldn't have worked to shoehorn them in at this point but. Please do something with them in the next arc.

Things I did not like:

...Chuuya wasn't really a vampire he was just wearing contacts and glue in fangs the entire time. 🙄

#storyrambles #look i don't want to rain on anyone's parade but that last bit was. disappointing to say the least. #amused that sina's joking prediction turned out to be true though. i mean it is pretty funny when you get down to it #imagine chuuya just has fangs for the rest of the series because he can't get them out. hwjehfbjdhf #bsd #bsd season 5 #bsd spoilers

[megxplryxb]

Bite Me...

*Note* Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of posts lately, i've been really sick and feeling crap but started to write this on Halloween night and only finished it now. Also, Green with Envy pt. 2 is almost finished so bare with me. Anyway, enjoy your weekend beautiful people <3

Warnings: Smut at the end because we all love smutty Steve.

Pairings: Steve Harrington fem!reader

Disclaimer: I do not take any credit for gifs used.

The sound of children’s laughter and excitement echoed loudly through your usually quiet neighbourhood as Halloween night was finally upon the town of Hawkins, Indiana. You smiled, looking out your bedroom window to see an army of kids hyped up on sugar, running all over the leaf filled streets with their flashlights, knocking on doors, dressed up as monsters and superheroes trying to get as much loot as they could before darkness completely covered the skies and their parents ordered them to call it a night.

Halloween had been your personal favourite holiday ever since you were a little girl, running around trick or treating with your friends, collecting as much candy as you could in your costume of choice for that year, secretly watching horror movies with your older brothers’ to end the evening while your parents were out at some gathering. Now that you were older however, trick or treating had been traded for drinking and partying but the dressing up tradition had always remained firmly intact for you and your friends.

Music blared from the radio on your bedside locker as you added the finishing touches to the vampire outfit you were wearing to Steve Harrington’s Halloween bash at his parents house. Two fake puncture wounds on the side of your neck, eye make up dark and glittery as your mouth featured a pair of plastic fangs. Your usual straight hair now full of long loose curls, black tights matching the colour of your short skirt. Cleavage much fuller than normal as the purple corset top hugged your chest tightly making your boobs spill over the edge ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t intended on looking a tiny bit slutty tonight, thankful your parents had already long gone to their own Halloween activities to notice what you were wearing.

The beep outside signalled to you that Jonathan had arrived and was waiting patiently outside. The second and continuous beep, signalled to you that he had already picked up Eddie Munson who was not being so patient and wanted you out of the house immediately. You rolled your eyes at your friend’s immaturity, bending down to the mirror on your dressing table, applying the dark shade of lipstick before grabbing your purse and heading out the front door.

“Come on sweetheart, we should be drunk al—SWEET JESUS” Eddie cried, hanging out the car window, stunned as you walked towards your friends, finally getting in to the back seat beside the long haired boy.

“You look amazing!” Nancy squealed excitedly. “You guys do too, you’re really pulling off the blonde wig Nance!” You complimented as Nancy smiled sweetly. She had her and Jonathan’s costumes picked out since the middle of summer, deciding to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease as it was her favourite movie. Jonathan easily agreeing to it once she was happy.

“I know I’m not supposed to say things like this to one of my best friend’s but fuck you look smokin’ hot.” Eddie drooled, eyes glued to your cleavage. He was dressed as some up and coming musician called Slash and swore that this guy was going to be the next up and coming rockstar.

“Eddie can you not be a perv for five minutes?” Nancy pleaded.

“Eyes up here at all times Munson.” You ordered, pointing to your face as he shook his head to focus. “Yes, ma’am.” He joked as you shouldered him playfully.

“Wonder what Harrington is going as this year.” Jonathan quizzed as everyone else shrugged. You knew Steve was dressing as Joel Goodsen from Risky Business, he had showed you the costume two days ago while you lay naked in his bed after another round of mind blowing sex. But that was a secret you had both been keeping from your friends for the last couple of months, because tonight while pretending to be a bloodsucking creature of the night, you also had to pretend that you weren’t in a relationship with one, Steve Harrington.

You weren’t exactly sure when your feelings for Steve had changed from platonic to romantic, maybe those feelings had always been there deep down but you knew something had definitely shifted between you after getting trapped in that Russian elevator back at the Starcourt mall. The way he intertwined his fingers with yours as you sat on the cold floor trying to come up with a plan to get out of there, the way you rested yourself on his shoulder while his hand sat on your thigh, the fact that you had almost kissed while the others were sleeping until Dustin let one rip and pulled you back to reality again, both of you bursting in to quiet fits of laughter. You could see how much Steve had matured by the way he protected you from the Russian guards when they held you captive while Robin, Dustin and Erica had escaped to get help. It was he who took the beatings when they looked for information that neither of you could give, drugging you both in the hopes that someone would let something slip. The only thing Steve let slip in his drugged up state though, was his regret of not getting to kiss you back in the elevator, a regret you silently agreed with.

Neither of you brought it up again after the drugs had worn off and the mind flayer had been defeated. You decided to take Max under your wing after losing her brother and Steve was busy job hunting with Robin after the mall had all but burned to the ground. When you did find yourselves together however, either alone or with the others, you were certain there was a spark between you that neither had noticed before. Things stayed that way for several months, you and Steve being drawn to each other, finding reasons to touch or be near the other, it was something unspoken between you but you both knew it was there. Then, like clockwork, strange things started to occur in Hawkins once more with Chrissy Cunningham mysteriously dying, followed by Fred Benson days later. It didn’t take the group long to figure out another battle was on the horizon.

The battle with Vecna felt darker and more personal than it ever had before. The creature playing on people’s fears and weaknesses, taking pleasure in causing so much terror and pain and for the first time, you weren’t sure it was a fight that you and the others could win. You were fearful for the younger teens safety, hating that they were once again in danger but you all promised to see it through to the end one way or the other.

The night before the final fight, you found yourself at Steve’s house, both realising that if you were going to die, you wanted to spend your last night in the presence of the other. It had become a common theme, finding comfort in each other’s company every time your little town was on the brink of total destruction. Sharing a bottle of whiskey from his parents drinks cabinet, sitting on his living room floor, backs against the couch, listening to music as you talked about all the things you hadn’t gotten to do in life up to that moment. You weren’t sure how it happened or who had initiated it but suddenly your lips were on Steve’s, hands lost in hair, clothes torn off and desperate words being whispered in to each other’s ears. Something that had started out fast and frenzied became slow and passionate, as realisation set in that it might have been your first and last night together. Feelings that had been hidden away for the better part of a year, now out in the open, bodies aching to feel anything other than fear and the next morning you woke in Steve’s bed, laying across his chest as he held you close.

It had been the best night of your life.

Now months later, Vecna was dead and you and Steve were finally a proper couple, although no one else knew that yet. The two of you had been enjoying your time together in secret, getting to know one another better before telling everyone else about your relationship. You knew they’d all be ecstatic, especially Dustin and Max but neither of you were ready to answer any questions yet. So instead, you snuck around like naughty teenagers, trying to steal moments with each other whenever possible and you had to admit, it was pretty fun.

You knew Steve would both love and hate your Halloween costume. He had begged you to tell him what you were going as, pleading with you not to look too revealing as he’d spend all night trying to hide an awkward hard on, knowing he couldn’t touch you without blowing your cover. He should never have told you that because you had made it your job to find the most scandalous clothing possible, wanting to make him suffer.

Jonathan pulled up, parking on the side of the street as you all emptied out of the car. “m’lady” Eddie bowed, offering his hand to help you out, you gladly accepting. “Who said chivalry was dead?” You teased as he winked at you, walking towards the door. Nancy’s soft knock was met by a sneer from Eddie. “Nance, just walk in. No one’s gonna hear your knock with the music that loud.” Jonathan muttered.

“No, Jonathan it’s rude to just walk in to someone’s house!” She argued.

“It’s Steve, I don’t think he’ll be offended.” You laughed. “You’re all wasting valuable drinking time!”. Eddie groaned, finally shuffling by everyone to open the door. The house was already packed with people as you made your way in to find your boyfriend and Robin. Your best friend had also been roped in to help Steve for the better part of two days, cleaning, decorating and shopping for drinks and food for the party, both of you taking over the duties when Steve went to work at the video store. Eventually, you found them both in the kitchen, talking to a bunch of people over a couple of drinks and you couldn’t help but bite your lip seeing Steve in his sunglasses, something about it just made you weak, thoughts immediately turning dirty in your mind.

“You’re here!” Robin gasped, noticing you first as Steve’s attention was pulled from his current conversation to look at you, jaw almost hitting the floor when he saw you. You tried your best to keep your focus on Robin but you couldn’t help notice the lust in his eyes as you mentally undressed each other.

“I know, sorry we’re a bit late, we had to stop at the store for cigarettes for Eddie and then Jonathan forgot his jacket and—”

“I wanna say I’m hearing you but I’m way too distracted by your boobs.” Robin teased as you let out a laugh. “Robin!” You cried, blushing slightly at your friend who was dressed as Carrie, and weirdly pulling it off.

“I’m sorry! It’s just I’ve never seen them so on show before, I don’t know why you don’t show them more often, you have very nice boobies and I’m going to stop talking before Vickie gets here and I get in to trouble.”

“Buckley, stop perving on your best friend.” Steve joked as Robin shoved him playfully. “I’m just complimenting her boobies dingus, girls are allowed to do that sort of thing.” Robin defended.

“Well maybe you should go compliment your girlfriend’s boobies instead because she just walked in the front door.” Steve said encouraging Robin towards the hallway. “Oh, look how cute she looks! I’ll be back in a second.” Robin squealed, running to greet her girlfriend, leaving you and Steve alone as he handed you a red cup full of beer.

“So can I compliment your boobies too or is that weird?” He whispered in a teasing voice. “I’d be highly offended if you didn’t, Harrington.” You flirted back, taking a sip of your drink as he took in the view before him, removing his glasses, placing the temple in his mouth to inspect you further. “Jesus Christ, you’re too fucking hot in that outfit.” He groaned, practically drooling all over the place.

“You’re looking pretty hot yourself, Stevie.” You grinned as he stopped himself from moving closer.

“How am I gonna last the night with you looking like that huh?” He whispered desperately in your ear before the others joined you back in the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asked suspiciously as you and Steve both looked at each other…”Boobies.” You said in unison as Eddie laughed excitedly.

“My kind of conversation.”

An hour or so had past and you were back in the kitchen after having danced with Nancy, Robin and Vickie, sitting on the counter top with another drink in hand.

“I think Steve’s seeing someone.” Robin stated, stuffing her face with nachos as you tried not to spit your beer all over the floor.

“What makes you say that?” You asked nervously, looking over at Steve who was sat on the couch in deep conversation with Jonathan and Eddie.

“Well, besides the huge hickey he had on his neck in work last week, he’s not flirting with the customers which is totally unlike him and he hasn’t been on a date in like months. Haven’t you noticed?” Robin asked.

“I guess I haven’t.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Has he said anything to you?” She questioned as you shifted uncomfortably.

“No, why would he? You’re his best friend, you see him more than I do and I’m sure if he was seeing someone, he’d tell you first.” You assured, feeling slightly guilty for lying to her.

“I don’t know, I mean, I’d really love to meet her if she does exist because he’s been really happy lately, happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Robin revealed smiling at you as you smiled back, heart fluttering at her words about Steve. You weren’t quite sure if she was trying to hint at something but you were thankful when Vickie interrupted the conversation, dragging her girlfriend back to the dance floor again.

A couple of hours past and the party was still in full swing, drinks were flowing, music playing, people dancing and making out. You had just beaten Eddie in beer pong, the two of you deciding to take a couple of shots afterwards for good measure but now you were starting to feel a little light headed, deciding to sneak outside to Steve's back yard for some air.

"Boo." Your boyfriend whispered huskily, wrapping his strong arms around you, nuzzling in to your neck.

"Steve, someone could walk out here at any second!" You giggled, turning to face him.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you out here all alone huh? Lot's of creepy people out tonight just looking to take advantage of an innocent girl." He teased, as you let his hands roam your body, your arms sliding around his neck. "Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." He nodded, grinning at you.

"Oh Stevie, I think you're underestimating your girlfriend." You flirted, walking slowly to the side of Steve's house, curling your finger, signalling for him to follow you.

"And why is that princess?" He asked licking his lips, catching up to you as you grinned cheekily at him, lifting your skirt ever so slightly to slowly pull your black lace thong down around your ankles before removing them completely, throwing them at your boyfriend.

"Because I'm not very innocent at all."

"Holy shit...." He swallowed, putting a hand through his hair, unable to get any words out of his mouth.

"Steve Harrington lost for words...that's gotta be a first." You smirked, biting your lip as he stared lustfully at you.

Steve had never seen you like this before, usually it was he who would take control, initiate the flirting or the foreplay but here you stood, so bold, so brazen, full of confidence, absolutely radiating sex and fuck, it was turning him on.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" He groaned, closing the space between you, backing you in to the wall. Steve took your hand, placing it on his already hardened cock, priding yourself on your ability to arouse him that quick. "You see what you do to me huh? The way your fuckin' dressed, fuck i've been staring at you all night, just want to ruin you." He whispered.

"I want that too." You moaned, feeling his hand slide between your legs, sliding a finger achingly slow through your folds, letting out a pathetic whine. "So fuckin' wet, always ready for me. Think I could fuck you out here without anyone seeing, baby?" He questioned in your ear, making you shiver excitedly at the thoughts of him fucking you in his backyard. Deep down you knew it was a bad idea but it was hard to care when Steve was whispering dirty things in your ear, promising to make you come over and over again.

"Steve.." You whimpered as his lips met yours, tongue darting in to your mouth. "Wanna know a secret? I've got a thing for vampires and you're the hottest one I've ever seen." He confessed, a darkness in his eyes as the lust began to take over.

"Want me to bite you Stevie?" You teased, nipping lightly at him, leaving wet kisses down his collarbone.

"Oh shit, want you to bite me baby, fucking do it." He pleaded as you sunk your teeth in to his neck. Steve hissing in pleasure as you began to suck on the skin, leaving an instant bruise.

“Oh, oh fuck you’re so hot right now.” He cried, grabbing your hair, holding you in place as you continued to suck and lick his neck.

“Taste good, baby?” He asked as you nodded, proud of the love bite you had left on him.

“Wanna suck on something else now….” You admitted, playing with his belt buckle as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Christ, you’re really trying to kill me.” He stated, throwing his head back as you began to unzip his pants.

“Harrington, where the fuck are you?” Eddie yelled from the house as you quickly pulled apart, knowing it was only a matter of time before your friend checked the yard.

“Shit.” Steve muttered, trying to fix himself before returning to the party, hiding his hickey with the collar of his shirt. “Typical Munson.” He sighed as you fixed your hair and outfit, trying to grab your panties back from your boyfriend.

“Not so fast sweetheart, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot.” He grinned, dangling your lace thong in front of you.

“Steve!” You blushed, trying to grab your underwear again as he stuffed them in to his pants pocket. “I’m gonna keep these for now because what I have planned for you later, doesn’t involve panties.” He smirked as you huffed, folding your arms. Steve slyly smacking your ass as you both walked back in to the house, instantly being greeted by Eddie, wearing a shit eating grin on his face, realising exactly what you two had been up to.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve stranger things #stranger things #stranger things smut #steve harrington fic #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things 4

[pursuitseternal]

Seek some release “In the Monster’s Shadow:” Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart

Ascended Astarion x Shadowheart | E | 2.4k of delicious BDSM (and feelings if you squint)

Summary: Betrayed by her dreams, Shadowheart can’t hide much from him… not when he demands such exhilarating pleasure for her and for him.

CW: total Dom!Astarion, degradation, BDSM, impact play, sensory deprivation, cum play, praise kink, a hint of feelings being revealed.

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Chapter 4…

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“Spread your legs and climb on…”

The order purred from beside her, Astarion leaning forward, arm gesturing towards the strange saddle before them.

Shadowheart’s skin burned, hotter than a ray of fire, she felt his gaze taking over her skin. Her cheeks were beet red from her dream, she knew it. And he had seen it all, more than she ever would have said.

Little use hiding it now. Perhaps the truth wouldn’t be so horrible…

But then, as she passed him just within reach, he landed a blow on her already abused backside. Even through the soft material of her shift, that riding crop stung. A yelp slipped from her mouth as she flinched more in surprise than pain.

Pain she knew, an old friend. Not like the monster before her who tilted his head back, as if savoring the sound of her cry more than the sweetest music.

“I know you can move faster, princess,” he chuckled, rapping that flap at the end of the crop against his leathers. The steady tap tap of his own beating his leg sent matching pulses to her already thick and swollen folds. “Hurry it up, girl,” he growled, booted feet landing with steady and loud foot falls, giving her chase. Shadowheart hurried just a bit faster, throwing him a withering scowl, even as she braced her hands on the strange apparatus.

Almost a normal saddle, covered in black velvet, smoother than silk and supple. All save for a patch towards the stock at the front. That part, that was covered with little bristles of leather and horsehair. Already her wet and aching folds throbbed, and the sight of that instantly made her clit itch to be touched.

She could feel the sweat gathering on her forehead, watching him lick his lips from the other side of the saddle, crop still tapping his thigh as he waited. A deep breath, and she hoisted herself astride. He tried to keep her face steady as the materials rubbed her cunt in all the right places, tried to keep the grunt of effort and satisfaction quiet as she settled the expanse of leather and velvet between her thighs.

That crop bit in his fangs, Astarion descended on her, careful only to grip her nightshirt, ripping the soft, buttery material in his skilled hands with ease. “Too bad you weren’t thoughtful enough to remove it for yourself, it was a rather flattering cut on your figure, Shadowheart,” he purred, so silken in her ear. Not unlike her dreams. Her waking nightmares.

He yanked it from her body, taking that hem of it in his hands and fangs and ripping a sizable strip. A thick band of softest fabric, he snapped it between his hands, testing it. Careful not to move, not to grind and make that burning between her thighs worse, she reached her wrists out, smiling, confident she was ahead of him in his games.

“Aww,” he mocked with false gratitude. “So thoughtful,” he grabbed her hands in one of his, only to bring that crop down on her outstretched palms with a snap. “But you’ll learn not to attempt to anticipate my desires. You think you know me, Princess, but you’ll find you’ll enjoy that I’m full of surprises.”

His voice was harsh, silken smooth but cutting, not unlike a sharpened blade. “Hold very still,” he ordered, waiting.

Shadowheart paused, looking into his face as the tip of that crop tapped against his side again. His dexterous hands raised and lowered that leather wand on her thigh faster than she could think. “Well?” he hissed. “When I give you a command, what do you say in reply, darling?”

“Ow!”’ she whined, baring her teeth in ire.

“No, we say…” he promoted, hand raised again with that leather ready to flick again.

“Yes,” she grumbled.

Smack! It landed on her thigh, another red spot on top of the first. “Care to try again?” he smirked, a fang biting his lips slowly as he smirked.

“Yes…” she sneered, angry, and yet totally hot from the inside out, “…master.”

“My, my,” his brows raised in tickled compunction. “It can obey… she can learn something after all. Obedience will look good on you, Princess.” He closed the distance on her, his scent enveloping her first, deadening all her other senses to anything apart from his presence.

His proximity. He flicked her one last desirous smirk before the fabric covered her eyes, before it was cinched tightly around her head.

“Fuck you, Astarion,” she hissed, his fingers not leaving her skin.

Two long, smooth digits stuffed her mouth to silence her. “Careful, or I’ll tear another one for a gag… A shame that would be, given your dreams, you’d rather have something else keeping that dirty mouth of yours busy than cloth.” He jerked her by her mouth closer. She could tell from the intensity of his scent. “Isn’t that right?”

She mumbled around his fingers.

“Oh, nevermind, my little Shade, your body’s already given you away many times over,” his lips brushed her short pointed ear; and she knew he was right. Her body shivered and quaked to be touched, to feel his warm breath sweep down her neck. “You want me to kiss you,” he paused, barely touching those lips to her skin again, “don’t you?”

Fingers pulled out abruptly from her mouth to let her reply. “No,” she bit, even as her body arched closer. Tempted and pulled by his allure.

“Liar,” he hissed, bringing that tip of his crop on top of her thigh. A perfect shot to hit the same spot as before. Another one on the heels of the first. “And what do we say when you speak to me?” His nose brushed down her neck, breathing over the line of her artery.

“No, master. I don’t want your kiss,” she groaned, hand rubbing over the spot that stung from his crop. She was glad to be blinded to how pink it had turned.

“Don’t fret,” he purred, swishing that leather wand in the air fast enough to make her flinch and his and dread its next place of landing. “I’ll find a way to busy your mouth soon, I’m sure…”

Something cool and smooth pressed on her shoulder, that end of his crop she guessed, given the scent of leather near her face. Shadowheart didn’t mind the blindfold; the darkness was her oldest friend. It only served to heighten her other abilities, the other senses that swirled through her body. And right now, all the rest of her attention narrowed down to the ghosting dance of that leather lower and crooked over her back.

His breathing whistled through his teeth, as if he smiled too wide at the sight of her before him to shut those irritating lips. Her back arched under that leather touch as it swept from her hips to her thigh, the one that still remained a blank canvas for his pleasure. Gasping, she couldn’t hold still any longer as that flap of his crop stuck into her folds, playing in the slick and teasing her clit on its wide flap. Hips bucked unbidden, and she braced herself for a smack.

But no punishment came, only more strokes of that leather right where she burned for it.

For him.

Thoughts twisted at the passing words in her mind, trying to rebel, but failing. Failing so hard to hate the idea of wanting him anymore. She arched as that crop withdrew, dragging her slick up her thigh to sweep over the rounded softness of her ass.

“Why don’t you picture a pleasant scene while you ride, darling?” he crooned right beside her ear. “A merry little jaunt through the same wilds we once trekked. Just you… and me…”

The leather landed with a mild smack on her right ass cheek.

“Now ride,” he ordered.

First she hissed, then bucked on the stimulating fabric of the saddle, and finally she sighed her response for him. “Yes, master.”

“Good girl,” he whispered. Teasing that crop back toward the crest of her thighs, he stuck it just right that her clit caught on the windings of the tip with every buck. “What do you see?” he purred.

“Emerald trees, moonlight…” she panted as he raised it harder beneath her. The extra friction of the velvet made her positively soak the saddle between her legs.

“And?” he added, pulling that crop out. Another quick strike on her ass to make her beat faster before he returned it so perfectly in the same spot.

Another moan of bliss as heat flooded her legs, her core ignited with more desire than she ever recalled. “You…” she let the single word slip from her lips. Shame colored her cheeks even redder, she was sure. And the way he chuckled, low and deliciously dark, only made her buck harder and faster, little jerks of her hips to catch more of his wand.

“I do so like the sound of that,” he purred, and she could hear him hissing in delight, the snap and rustle of his clothing reached her ear, she guessed.

All that fabric noise was soon followed by the subtle, almost imperceptible beat of flesh in his hand. As he pleasured himself. “What of me do you see?” he growled, throat tight and teeth gritted, she was sure. Just from his ravenous tone. From the dry beat of his fist on his cock.

Two could play this game, as fun as it was. She would drag him down with her too. If he insisted on taking pleasure from her, she could draw it from him with equal fervor. Her lips smiled as she turned in the direction of his voice. Her hands slunk from where they braced on the saddle before her. One clutched at her breast kneading it and rolling it, the other she braced behind her.

Her hips splayed apart, widening more. Giving him a better view she hoped.

“I see you on the mossy forest floor,” she groaned. “It’s you I am riding, not some steed, some senseless, biting beast.”

“Hgnf,” he growled, voice drawn closer, that feral sound almost maybe inches from her face. “It’s my hand gripping your breast, isn’t it?”

“Yes, master,” she purred back, demonstrating a good hard squeeze on its softness, hard enough to make her own flesh pillow between her fingers.

“It’s my cock buried in your sweet, wet cunt, isn’t it? My hips you clutch between your heated thighs…”

“Yes, master…”

That crop left her flesh so quickly. At first she groaned at its absence. Until two long, silken digits thrust hard inside her, forcing her to lean so much further back in her seat as she kept her constant and erratic rhythm. As she rode something inside her at last, that internal friction was so satisfying at long, long last.

Her teeth bit her tongue, keeping the way his name was about to slip from her mouth as she coiled harder than before, as her muscles clenched and burned.

Bursting, she could hear the shoot of her slick coating her mount, slipping under the pressure of her thighs. He groaned just after her. As her body shook in her climax, she felt sticky, warm liquid coating her breasts. That hand pulled from her clit, ripping her blindfold from her head. Blinking, she quickly scanned the sight before her. The sight of her. The darkened leather of the saddle stained with her cum, the red welts on her thigh, matching the ones on her ass surely.

The pearlescent slick of his cum dripping down her chest, running in sticky rivulets slowly to her breasts.

And then, only then, she looked in his face.

So sharp and hungry, he leered happily at her, body caving just a bit inward. As if he fought to not collapse into her shoulders, her painted chest. His lip twisted in that devilish half-smile as she looked at his cock finally. Hard and blushed at the tip and still dripping his cum as he finally tried to catch his breath. His hand gave it a few slow strokes, each one drawing just a bit more of his spend to drop to the floor. Fingers gripped the back of her neck, that weight bringing her mouth closer as he hissed, “Now, clean it, and be a good girl.”

Better than her dream, she sucked in his length, the bitter tang, the salt of his sweat, it instantly made her wetter once more. And from the way his hips gave little rolls to try and deepen her suck, she knew that this new hold he had on her was growing into something strangely… mutual.

Her tongue lapped and licked until she could feel only velvet skin in her mouth. Until she sucked off his tip with one hard pop.

Astarion’s crimson eyes burned, blazing with the aftermath of his pleasure, softened at the corners with something unspoken, she could sense.

“What is it?” she dared to whisper.

He took a long inhale. “You’re the only one that came back for me at all, you know. After all that time.”

She froze. Waiting for more. His jaw tweaked, as if he fought to swallow more of his words, his traitorous thoughts back into the hollow dark inside him.

Quieter than her ears could barely make out, he managed one last sentence to slip in that moment. “Even if it was to kill me in my sleep, little Shade, you’re the only one.” His eyes instantly hardened again, that sneer and air of the Ascendant returning full force over his demeanor. His shoulders squared, hand releasing from the back of her neck as his eyes narrowed with wicked intent. “The only one not to fear the monster in his lair,” he chuckled.

“Astarion,” she breathed, yet unwilling to lose sight of that softness she had once glimpsed in that same face, long ago. But she was only rewarded for her gentle caress of his name on her tongue with his seed-slicked fingers clawed around her throat.

“Master,” he hissed. A snarl on his lips, and he drew her mouth to his. His kiss was forceful and hungry. Crushing and biting her lip until she tasted her own blood. Until his fingers released her windpipe as she gasped from the ferocity of it. “Clean yourself, and you can venture into the gardens at first light, if you wish. After all, you did please me so.”

His back turned towards her, Shadowheart caught merely a glimpse of his scarlet stare for a second before he vanished into mist once more.

#ascended astarion #ascended astarion x shadowheart #astarion x shadowheart #shadowheart x astarion #astarion fic #astarion fanfic #ascended astarion fic #dom astarion #bdsmplay #praise k!nk #shadowheart #astarion #shadowheart smut #astarion smut #ascended astarion smut #bg3 smut #bg3 #bg3 fic #astarion baldurs gate #baldur’s gate astarion #baldurs gate smut #baldur’s gate 3 #baldur’s gate iii

[docwritesshit]

I just read you monkie kid X reader and I love it can you please do another monkie kid X reader where the reader comfort mk because he is scared to see the reader reaction to his monkie form the reader say that they love him no matter what (this is both comfort and fluff)

Don't question how I got this done so fast

Anyways! Im glad my abundance of energy let me turn this one out rq

Also, have my he/they MK headcannon as a treat

Word count: 500

MK was spiraling so hard. And who could blame him? He was someone he barely knew, someone you didn't know. He just got used to being in his form around the gang as they saw him the first time he transformed, but you? You were back home waiting for him, semi oblivious to what was happening.

So it was no surprise the first time he went into his monkie form around you, it was semi unplanned.

It was supposed to be a chill picnic on the roof watching the stars, and he let his guard down when he was half asleep on your shoulder, you were humming lowly. He felt you freeze, your humming stopped.

So he raised his head to look at you. You had your brows furrowed, and you gaze focused on his hands that held your own.

He followed your gaze, and felt his heart plummet when he saw that they were covered in fur and his nails were curved into claws. He froze, his breaths becoming faster. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

You noticed the weight come off your shoulder and looked over to him, his features contorted into one of fear and terror. You widened your eyes, dropping his hands and brought your own to cup his cheeks.

“MK. Look at me. Can you look at me?”

They nodded.

“Mirror me, ok?”

He nodded.

You inhaled through your nose. They did the same. You exhaled through your mouth. He did the same. You guys repeated this process for a bit till you could see their shoulders relax. You smiled, and now taking the chance to really look at your partner. He held his breath as you scanned his rounded ears, the fur coming down the sides of his face, the heart pattern around his eyes.

“So what made you think you could hide this adorable side of yourself from me for long?” You questioned.

Monkie brain.exe has crashed.

Rebooting…

He opened his mouth and made a ‘huh’ sound. You gasped whenyou saw his large canines.

“You have fangs now too!!?!? Do you know how much hotter that makes you??” You exclaimed. That made him snort. You smiled, wrapping your arms around him and brought him closer. He hugged you back, feeling tears of relief prick at his eyes.

“I thought you would hate me…” He mumbled. You wheezed, shoulders shaking.

“Hate you? Dude, almost nothing could make me hate you. And that list is very short.” You stated. Mk buried their face in your shoulder, staining your hoodie with his tears. You sighed, running your fingers through his hair as he sobbed into your shoulder.

“You really are a treasure to me.” They said. You chuckled, and kissed his head.

“You are a star to me MK. Nothing could change that.”

They felt his heart warm and swell, and he hoped it wouldn’t be the last time his heart grew with you.

#lego monkie kid #lmk x reader #mk lmk #lmk mk x reader #mk x reader #anon ask #lmk x y/n

[pandorainmymind]

kiss me harder

jake sully x fem!na’vi!reader

smut

this was literally based on a wet dream i had of jake .. HAH

word count: 1.6k

tag list: @gurlypopsstuff @lizziesfirstwife @nijirozzz @dumb-fawkin-bitch

you didn’t know if it was the way that he had hooked his large hand around your back, touching the side of your chest just barely - or the mere fact he had been giving you these teasing looks all day long.

either way, jake sully had you wrapped around his finger. causing this brewing sensation in the bottom of your stomach to become a little bit more of a problem, almost being on the edge of painful. the lingering gazes and touches to your body as you both spent time in the thicket of the jungle, just in your own little world and away from the village.

in all honesty, you needed him right then, right there. your desire to be touched where you ached most entirely took over your logical thinking. and just when the small urge in the back of your mind went off to stop you from finally crumbling for him, jake decided to make a move that had you slipping out a small moan.

pressing his body right up against your backside, the thickness of his cock making its presence known as you felt it straining and being pressed into you. the feeling caused your whole body to shudder, veins pumping your hot blood dosed with lust. “j-jake” you whine out, throwing a hand over your shoulder to guide his face to the backside of your neck. his breath fanning over the sensitive skin, he smiles to himself, fangs poking out just barely and he presses a wet kiss to your blue supple flesh. the contact practically sends shocks through your system as you feel it instantly go to your clit, making you clench needily around nothing. “mmmh baby” jake wraps around you tighter, lapping at your neck as his hips rut up seeking friction from your body.

craning your neck to the side to finally face your mate, you interrupt his peppering across your skin with a heated kiss. the both of you moan into one another, and the vibrations set you off, not being able to take it any longer. initiating taking steps backwards, jake’s lower back comes in contact with a fallen tree. and turning your body still in the hold of his arms, your frontside now becomes the side to press up against his. causing his hands to desperately knead at your hips, thumbs digging into your lower stomach as you wedge your body between his strong thighs. tasting his tongue against yours, he gently suckles your bottom lip as he begins to pull off your mouth to catch a breath. panting deeply, his hooded eyes watch over your flushed face, lips parted and puffed up slightly as you too, even out your fluctuated breathing. “why are you doing this to me?” you question him, bits of your long hair falling out in front of your dazed face. dropping your eyes from his to the veins protruding from his neck. the sight looks utterly ravenous as you fight the urge to latch onto his body. your weak voice causes him to swallow down hard, and you watch as his throat swells slightly and bobs down. his thick cock throbbing with need, trapped in the tightness of his loincloth. jake suppresses the moan bubbling in his chest as you drop both your hands to his lower abdomen, his skin burning under your touch. “doing what?” he asks with a dumb smirk, knowing full well what he’s doing. but the touch of your hands on his body, traveling their way up his torso makes jake grunts lowly. causing the ends of your lips to curl up on one side and focus your attention back on his clouded face. your four fingered hand now sprawled over his broad chest.

“you’re driving me mad, my jake” you lower your quivering voice down to a whisper, feeling his thumping heart. “i-“ you start, “i’m” then bite your lip, and look down with a deep blush.

“babygirl, say it” jake orders, sliding two fingers underneath the strap of your bottom covering, and his other hand up to take ahold of your jaw. your face fitting in between the strong hold of his thumb and fingers perfectly. “use your words or i cant help you”

the way your face sits in his grip… the largeness of his hand, and the fondling he begins to do to your outer hip all creates the urgency for your satisfaction to spill over. “please just fuck me already!” you gasp out, pleading showing with every nerve of your body - ears going down, lips pouting, eyes drooping, tail almost shaking, and arousal pooling in your garments

as if jake wasn’t turned on enough, your outburst made his mind reel back in attraction. and in a split second he was practically tearing off your little clothing, your ears ringing in anticipation you didn’t hear the beads woven into your chest covering snap and become lost in the ground's dirt, leaves and vines. completely bare in front of jake, you push off him with an attitude - feeling drunk off of him. “n-now you… please” you plead on further, ready to jump his bones.

jake complies with you completely and rids himself of his own coverings. revealing his hard blue cock, raging and needing to be touched - precum adorning his tip. and he catches you staring at it with an open mouth. “like this babygirl?” he asks with pride and lust swelling in his chest and into his veins, “you want my big cock?”

jakes words send your brain fuzzy as you look up into his eyes, dumbly nodding in affirmation as you swallow down hard. feeling your pussy convulse. “need it..” you say, basically pouncing back on him. pressing your body back between his legs, his dick in between as you grind your hips into him. jake sucks in a hiss through his teeth as his head goes back, one hand thrown to the base of your tail guiding your hips and his other behind him against the fallen tree - in order to steady himself.

“fuck y/n” jake grunts, breath hitching as his hips rut up with yours.

the movement barely brushing your clit, making you grow antsy and annoyed with no satisfaction to your heat. so, hiking up a leg and setting it on the tree jake's upper body leans on and hooking one arm around his shoulders for stability - you grab the base of his cock.

hot and heavy in your hold, you feel it pulsing with need in your palm as jake let’s out an airy moan, eyes fluttering shut from watching your hand drop to fist him. sliding his cock between your folds, gathering up his arousal with yours, you slip him into your pussy - finally letting out a cry of relief and pleasure. “i need you jake…mmh fill me so..” you moan again rolling your hips down and back and forth, “so, good”

your sputter of words against his chest, as you clutch onto him tightly, both hands now gripping onto his strong shoulders as you bounce yourself on his dick. your breasts squished against his soft yet muscular body. the two of you drunk on one another, sweaty and panting erotically. hips swiveling with a mind of their own, in order to bring you both the highest pleasures.

“you take me so fucking well baby” jake moans with a thrust of his hips, leaning against his hand behind him. his other hand from pushing your pelvis into him, coming up to the base of your braid. you mewl at his words, and feeling his hold gripping your hair you whine out in slight discomfort as he pulls on the braid. lifting yourself off from his chest and back to face him straight on. opening your heavy eyes you’re met with a cruel, seductive smirk plastered across jake’s face.

watching your face slowly contort into one of pleasure once more as the pain from your hair being pulled overboards into satisfaction, jake feels his climax climb higher, his cock throbbing inside your wet walls tightly around him. and you feel yourself too become closer to your high. “kiss me” you say in an orderly manner

and jake immediately obeys, smashing his lips with yours, slipping in his tongue to dance against yours hungrily. becoming slightly short of oxygen, the sensations spreading through your body heighten and you flutter around his thrusting cock, squeezing him as your orgasm crashes suddenly. exhilaration washing over your body as you release around jake with a loud shaking cry.

the feeling of your walls basically collapsing over him, and the pleasure of your orgasm spilling over him - jake nips your tongue with a genuine and needy whimper. the sound itself could make you crumble into a second orgasm if you weren’t convulsing in his arms, suddenly unable to comprehend any sounds.

the two of you moaning against each others lips, jake shoots his load deep inside your heat - filling you with his cum. the warmth of it spills down the side of his dick. both of you rutting your hips with no control, riding out your highs using each other.

grunts, whines and small whimpers passing through lips and you two slowly regain control over yourselves.

slowing your rutting down to a stop, feeling his cum seep out of your pussy as he stills himself inside you. you press your lips to his once more, in a new emotion of pure love. not just one of lust.

he lazily smiles into the kiss and let’s go of the tight hold on you, sighing through his nose. and moving his lips with yours until you part.

“how come we can never make it back home to fuck?”

smacking his chest playfully, you laugh out with a blush and a roll of your eyes. your hiked up leg’s burning muscles finally rolling back into your nervous system as you only think of how you want to fuck him again once you do get home.

#avatar smut #jake sully #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #avatar the way of water #avatar fanfiction #avatar x reader #avatar imagine #atwow smut #avatar #toruk makto

[callmerhynner]

“You can’t expect to break into someone’s home and think they’ll be okay with it, Muzan.” ||

synopsis: After meeting Muzan Kibutsuji through a series of dreams he had, he searched for you. When he finally found you, he’s become adamant on you staying his. You’re a bit more deadpan about the lovesick fool you found yourself with.

tags: fluff, slice of life(?), Muzan breaks into your home, thats about it

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Your insomnia has been killing you, finding that laying on your own nestling bed has grown uncomfortable each try you commit to falling asleep. You try different techniques or sleeping positions but still nothing. You fear that new pillows are needed with how much you try to squeeze them until you fall asleep. So, giving up, you put on a robe and head out to your kitchen to grab yourself a cup of tea and go out to your engawa to stargaze.

That was the plan, anyway, but a silhouette of man sitting on one of your dining room chairs ruined them. You halt your steps, fight or flight starting to engage. The silhouette was of a man with short hair and broad shoulders, accessories of a hat and a long coat. His back was facing you but the small shuffle of his body language made it clear he knew you were present.

“Good evening.” the shadow greets you, you stay frozen, trying to see through the dark room.

“Who are you?” you ask, taking a hesitant step forward. The man turns his head to spare you a side glance. That when you were greeted with a pair of red eyes that you could never forget. “Kibutsuji.”

“A pleasure seeing you as well.” he shows his dangerous sharp fangs as he sends you a smug grin. “If i may, you look as radiant as ever.”

You finally feel your body start to relax, taking a few more steps to take a seat in front of the demon progenitor. He had tea ready, with a porcelain cup in his hand filled with red liquid he pours you a cup of your own, though it was a humble cup of lemon tea. You inhale the scent, before taking a sip. This earns a laugh from the demon you were seating in front, your suspicions of his plans was something he found entertaining.

“You wound me, do you not trust me after all these meetings?” he teasingly says to you, sipping his cup of red liquid.

“You can’t break into people’s homes and expect them to like it, Muzan.” you retort.

You see a flash of his pearly whites as silence surrounds the two of you. You open your mouth to say something until a wind hits your shoulder. The demon was now right next to you, barely an inch away from your left. You shudder at the cold before he wraps his coat around your shoulders.

“Again, as radiant as ever.” he compliments, pecking your cheek before he takes a seat behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. You feel him take a whiff of your scent and smile into your skin, taking a gander and kissing the small mole on your collarbone.

“What do you want?” you ask, trying to push his head away from your neck but to no avail. The demon was stuck to you like a glue, you sigh before relaxing yourself against him and taking another sip of your lemon tea. “Another kiss? You finally gonna kill me? What is it?”

“Live with me, (Name).” he replies, his arms around your waist squeezing you gently. His head was not raised so he could see you from the side, resting his chin atop your shoulder. “Be my queen.”

“So it’s the latter then.” you mumble, sipping your tea once more, deadpanning at the lovesick fool.

“Come now, we can rule together! Just like we should be.” he adds to his offer, you just pat his hair as you sigh exasperatedly.

“You had a few dreams about me and now you’re offering to make me, a woman you don’t know, your queen.” you deadpan, side glancing at the man who was looking at you with the most loving eyes you’ve ever seen. “Are you sure you want that?”

He thought for a moment, crossing his arms around your body, taking his thumb and index finger and turning you on your chin to face him eye to eye. You hum in confusion, cocking an eyebrow at his actions, before stiffening up when he leaned in to feel his lips clash with yours. He was gentle and passionate, his hands on your waist and yours fiddling with each other at his sudden reaction.

When you two broke the kiss, he was still as smug as ever, and you were left panting. You balled up your fist on his chest, sending an unseen glare at the demon king.

“Stop that.!” you say, he chuckles darkly at you reactions. Leaning in to kiss you again, you throw unbothered punches before kissing him back, relaxing your body as he grows more passionate with his lips. You let out a groan when he finally separates, you continue to shoot him a glare.

“You know i won’t, so why ask?”

“Im a woman who believes in second chances but with you…” you eye him again, voice trailing off before crossing your arms and letting out a huff. “You’re hopeless..”

“You adore me.” he replies back, nonchalantly. He presses another soft kiss onto your neck, trailing them down from your jar to your nape. You could only sigh and pat his hair at his clingy attitude, how in the world did you get here?

#kny #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kimetsu no yaiba muzan #muzan kibutsuji #muzan fluff #muzan headcanons #fluff #kny fandom #kny fluff #demon slayer muzan #lord muzan #kny headcanons #muzan x you #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

[wannaeatramyeon]

Reader telling off and piquing Sammy’s interest pls

Roll up roll up, time for Samuel's degradation hours. Er... so you know how I said I don't really do NSFW? This is a little steamy. Just a touch. A tad.

This is the first time I've even tried to write NSFW, IT ALL JUST CAME OUT (that's what she said). I am so so sorry if this is completely off the mark of what you asked!

Samuel Seo x Reader: Degradation

A little NSFW

You've been a thorn in Samuel's side for the last couple months. A VVIP along with strict instructions from Eugene to show the best Worker's hospitality.

Too bad you are at each other's throat from the moment you walk in.

"This thug is the president?"

Samuel wears one of his closed-eye smiles, especially prepared for the likes of someone like you. He lets your words wash over him, "All the better to look after you while on Worker's grounds, Y/N."

"Y/N? A bit familiar are we?"

"Sorry ma'am," he forces himself to bow.

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Samuel dismisses you as another worthless rich daddy's girl, fed full with silver spoonfuls of nepotism.

"This is what you do all the time? Pointless meetings and admin?"

"That's how C-suites at my level operate. Maybe this is useful work experience for you." He eyes you lying lazily on his office sofa. He can't find any errors with his initial judgement of you.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Just that it might be useful for you to see how the way of the world works "

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As the weeks fly by, your distaste for each other only grows.

"The president of the affiliates following me around like a dog. Don't you have anything better to do?" You round on him in a quiet corridor, digging your nail into his chest.

Samuel grabs a hold of your hand, "I only babysit those that are unable to take care of themselves."

Your face is inches away from his, "How dare you speak to me that way."

Samuel leans in close, murmuring in your ear, "I will speak to you however I want."

"I can't believe Eugene has partnered me with someone as useless as you,"

Samuel lowers himself to look you straight in the eye and baring his fangs, "Maybe you haven't shown your usefulness."

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Each run in with you leaves him more and more heated.

Sometimes at night, Samuel would dream of ways to shut you up. Your mouth only screaming streams of unintelligble words and moans as he uses and abuses you.

In reality or fantasies, the way you look at him stays the same. Eyes full of revulsion and loathing. He prefers it that way.

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You are exceptionally vexing and distracting one evening. Taking up your usual position, lounging on the office sofa as he works towards a deadline behind the desk.

You could have left a while ago, but something about making Samuel's life harder spurs you on.

"Enough, Y/N." Samuel has heard enough of your garbage. "I hear you need Workers as much as we need you."

"Excuse me?"

"So why don't you be a good little girl and behave."

Samuel watches you out of the corner of his eye, striding towards him with purpose. You slam your hands down on either side of his chair.

"Would you like to check your previous statement with Eugene? Because we sure don't need your little company."

"That's not what my sources-"

"I don't care what your sources say. If I walk away now, you and the whole of Workers is fucked."

Shit.

"You should really do your due diligence." He doesn't respond. You know you've got him against the wall.

You lean close.

"You can't touch a hair on my pretty little head, President Seo." You have never addressed him this way before, but fuck if Samuel doesn't feel his body flush at how the words sound coming out of you.

"You can't touch me at all." Samuel's eyes flicker down to your lips.

"And I can do whatever I want." You don't miss the way his eyes rove all over you. You think of a new way to domesticate this wild dog.

"Do you feel like a big man walking around as president? With all these little ants below you?" Samuel feels himself being pulled forward as you twirl his tie around your finger.

Usually he would stop this, but tonight he finds you aggravating, maddening, intoxicating.

"Did you pick out your glasses and style your hair and wear that cologne to impress everyone around you?" His adam's apple bobs as you inhale deeply from his neck, lips almost touching.

"To show how beneath you everyone is?" Feeling the ghost of your breath sends a thrill down Samuel's spine.

"Mr. President, I don't need any of that to show my power." Your tongue darts out for a taste as he releases a shaky breath.

"Let me guess, you rose up from nothing." You walk your talons along his inner thighs, feeling the muscles twitch underneath.

"You made it here and think you can go further." Your hands finally find what they are looking for. You grab onto his hardened length and squeeze.

Samuel represses a whimper, biting his lip to stop any sounds from leaking out. This is humiliating enough as it is. But he is powerless to stop your onslaught.

"You think you have that little badge and meaningless title, and you can speak to me like an equal." Samuel starts to pant as you take his earlobe between your teeth.

Your hand is relentless. You are not gentle.

"You are insignificant. The definition of mediocrity. Pathetic." Fuck. Samuel looks at you with anger and hostility. Never in his fantasies did he think the roles would be reversed, and so goddamn exhilarating. He can't bring himself to make you stop.

"Playing dress up and pretending to be a man?" You backhand him, knocking his glasses askew. Complete desire clouds his eyes.

"When really you're just a disgusting little boy?" Your hand moves even quicker, gripping harder, and Samuel feels his body tense as he draws closer to release.

"Who can barely keep themselves together in the presence of a woman?" You give him another harsh slap, and the cool air stings his cheek.

Finally, he allows himself to groan. Your name slips out unbidden between his lips.

"You will only do as I say, move as I say, think as I say." You suddenly remove your hands and Samuel barely stops himself from whimpering at the loss of friction.

"I own you, and everything around you."

You roughly grab his face, forcing him to refocus on you.

"Now come for me."

Samuel eyes widen equally in pleasure and horror.

The realisation sinks in a split second before anything happens, but there's nothing he can do to stop himself reacting to your words.

You silence his groans with a kiss as he comes undone.

#oh shit it happened #not quite rated r #but samuel loves to be dominated #YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND #lookism #lookism headcanons #lookism x reader #lookism hc #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #samuel seo x reader #samuel seo #seo seongeun #seo seongeun x reader #lookism fic #lookism fanfic #wannaeatramyeon

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Hey, how are you, cherry blossom?🩷🌸

May I make a request on how Buddha, Poseidon and Hades would react to a new version of the "killer dress", but with male reader? The outfit would be this, in question:

Come get your food!!!

I tried my best at making this a male reader, it was my first time so please be kind.

-He knew it was a terrible idea, letting you go out shopping with Aphrodite. He knew the goddess was going to talk you into some shenanigans.

-(Love) had no reason to worry about you cheating, because despite your himbo nature, you were completely loyal to him.

-When you walked in with a couple of bags from some boutiques and a bright smile, “I’m home!” (Love) couldn’t help but smile as you bounded over and pecked his forehead as he had been sitting down.

-(Love’s) eyes immediately locked on a bag of a boutique that was known for their lingerie, freezing in place before looking up at you.

-You saw his look and looked down at the bag he was looking at and immediately smiled, “I’ll go change and show you what I got!”

-Before (Love) could stop you, you were gone and (Love) was left silently stewing in anticipation.

-When you trotted out in your new outfit, (Love) stared for only a moment before blood spurted from his nose, “What are you wearing?!”

-You blinked, innocently, before giving a twirl, the chains at your hips making chiming sounds, “Do you like it?”

-Buddha- Almost instantly he had you on your back, having pinned you to the floor, the skirt pooling around your bare legs as his hands slid up your calves and to your thighs, stroking down as he licked his lips like you were the tastiest treat in Valhalla. You instantly turned a bit shy, you knew this was going to be an outfit to get a reaction out of him, but seeing the way he was reacting made you feel so vulnerable~ One of Buddha’s hands went to your rear, his fingers dangerously close to a certain opening and a soft mewl left your lips as he smirked, baring his fangs at you, “Oh~ I haven’t done anything and you’re already hard. Hmm~ I’m going to enjoy this!” he ignored the hitch in your breath as he was quick to descend, kissing you hard while his other hand went to your chest, flicking at your nipples. Buddha made sure not to damage the outfit, wanting you to wear it again.

-Poseidon- He looked indifferent, other than the nosebleed he was trying to comically hide, leaning his head down on his hand, propped up by his elbow, “Dance for me then.” You were a bit surprised but began to do as you were told, twirling around, letting the skirts show off your bare legs. He could see the bright red panties behind your skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination and as you danced you began to get hot, feeling Poseidon’s gaze on you, it felt like you were being stalked by a predator. When you turned your back on him Poseidon lunged, knocking you to the ground, without injuring you, forcing your head down but hips up, pressing into you. A breathy moan left your lips, feeling his hard length against your ass and he chuckled darkly, “I’m going to ruin you- make it so you can’t think of another man again!” you moaned again at his words as his hands quickly moved to remove your panties, but not the outfit, just flipping the skirt up, he wanted to fuck you while you wore it.

-Hades- He made a motion with his finger for you to twirl again, showing him the outfit, or so you thought, you were showing him what little the outfit covered, seeing flashes of your bare legs, the chains making noise as you spun around. Once Hades seemed content he lifted his finger in a come-hither motion and you came over and he patted his leg after spreading them lightly. When you tried to sit on it, side-saddle, Hades chuckled, “Ah-ah love, wrong way.” you were quickly flushed moments later, straddling his thigh, a hand to your mouth demurely as his fingers ghosted down your chest over your nipples, “Keep dancing for your king.” When you hesitated, he bounced the leg you were on, making you moan lightly before you began to grind on his leg, moving your hips back and forth, the friction quickly driving you mad. Hades smirked up at you, seeing you falling apart so easily, lifting a finger to your chin, guiding your eyes to meet his own, “Give me a good show and I’ll reward you~” you bit your lip in anticipation, a slight shudder running through your body.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror buddha #ror poseidon #ror hades

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Finally, your Alpha breeds you full in this last chapter of my Alpha!Rhea Ripley x omega!reader fic.

Warnings for this section: Omegaverse, breeding, dirty talk, praise, biting, scratching, blood, spitting

Song for this section:

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Eat, Sleep, Breed (Part 4/4): A Little Bit Harder Now

The moment Rhea slid inside you from behind, hands pulling you close to her chest, you let out a string of needy noises. The low growl rumbling from her chest and vibrating at your spine made you shiver and reflexively arch your back to prepare to be bred.

“That’s it - give into your instincts,” Rhea encourages you, slowly beginning to thrust halfway in and out as she plays with your nipples, “Your pretty little breeding hole feels so good.”

“Mmm, th-thank-” you couldn’t form another word, moaning as your Alpha dipped further inside of you and let her rhythm speed up a bit.

“Shhh, don’t think,” Rhea cooed as she moved one hand below your belly button and pressed down so you tightened around her. Doing your best to follow orders, you once again end up listening to the music playing:

“Take me down a little bit harder now, down to the dance floor a little bit harder now, love me like you mean it a little bit harder now, love me up and down a little bit harder now”

Suddenly, Rhea pulled all the way out, flipping you over when you whined for more. Soon, you were gasping and moaning as she shoved her entire length back into you at once.

“Love watching your eyes roll back,” Rhea purred, pinning you down in a mating press before she started pounding into you.

“Are you getting close?” you can barely hear her between the music and the sounds you were making.

“Mmhmm,” you nod, knowing your orgasm wouldn’t truly bring you relief, but still wanting it.

“Come for Mami,” Rhea ordered, letting out a grunt of pleasure when you obeyed, “Fuck, yes, just like that. Don’t stop coming.”

Feeling the wave of pleasure wash over you, you didn’t mind when your head was suddenly pushed to the side by your Alpha to make room for her horns as she sunk her teeth into your shoulder. Soon, Rhea’s sounds of enjoyment surpassed the volume of yours, keeping her teeth buried in your skin as her low growl slowly grew in pitch.

Knowing how close she was, you dug your nails into her back and listened to her slowly approach her peak, thrusts speeding up.

Rhea’s hand roughly grabbed the side of your face, sliding her thumb into your open mouth and holding your tongue down - and immediately you felt a warm, wet rush that sent you to the peak of true pleasure. The moan Rhea had let out that harmonized with yours shifted to a discordant whimper as she convulsed inside of you.

She filled you until a mixture of both of your cum - mostly hers - was dripping out of you. Retracting her fangs, Rhea licked away some of the blood she had drawn as she rode out a few aftershocks.

“What a good womb for Mami,” she praised, letting you have your mouth back to trace an imaginary line from your chest to your stomach, making you shiver as she looked down at you, “Bet you can feel it taking already.”

Slowly sliding out, Rhea let out a soft growl as she watched cum leaked out of you and onto the couch.

“Let me get that for you, darling,” she said sweetly, dropping to her knees and nestling her head between your legs before you could close them. Rhea’s sharp horns dug into your thighs as she leaned forward, threatening to break skin if you didn’t spread further. Her tongue easily lapped up everything at your entrance and you whimpered every time you felt her piercing graze you.

Standing up, Rhea took in the sight of you before leaning in close. Tilting your head back with one hand, she used the other to part your lips. The second your mouth was wide open, Rhea spat a mouthful of cum onto your tongue.

“Swallow,” she ordered as she released you, watching you gulp as a mischievous smile crept up on her face.

“Did- did I do okay, Mami?” you asked, catching the sadistic look in her eye.

“You did so well, darling,” Rhea muttered, watching you let out a sigh of relief before she continued, “But how can we know you’ve been properly bred if you don’t have all of my cum inside you?” - she watched your slow realization and chuckled - “But you don’t mind going another round, do you?”

[end part four of four]

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Team Dark Week: Together/Journey

Summary: Rouge recalls some memories of her unlikely journey to becoming the leader of Team Dark. For @teamdarkweek.

2125 words, no content warnings

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“Hey, Rouge!” Amy waved from the sidewalk.

Rouge landed next to her. “Hey, hun. Sorry not sorry for being late.”

“I figured you would be, so I didn’t worry.” Amy smiled. “How’ve you been?”

“Busy. Now come on, let’s get our pampering on.” She gestured to the nail salon.

“Straight to the point! You’re a girl on a mission as always.”

They entered the salon and were brought over to the pedicure chairs. After removing her shoes, Amy jumped into the cushioned chair and stuck her feet into the pool of hot water below. Rouge followed suite. She activated the massage function and slumped back into her chair. The last mission had been particularly. . . eventful. The massage was doing wonders for her aching wings. 

Amy spared no time describing her latest conquest- a massive haul from her favorite consignment store. Rouge was content to sit back and soak it in, occasionally opening her eyes and glancing whenever Amy had a picture to show of the outfits she’d put together already.

“What about you, huh?” Amy asked. Before Rouge could reply, though, she continued. “How are Shadow and Omega doing?”

Rouge pouted. “How am I supposed to know?”

“Uh, I don’t know, they’re your friends?” Amy shrugged.

Fair point. “They’re off doing their own things.”

Amy twiddled her thumbs.

“You really associate them with me that much?” Rouge asked.

“Well gee, I didn’t think it was that bad of an insult!” Amy replied.

“That’s not what I meant.” She took a breath. “Just that, it only felt like yesterday. . .”

—

“I’m an independent contractor. IN-DE-PEND-ENT!”

“If you’re going to accept my offer, that is going to change.”

Rouge bared her fangs, then turned herself away from the bars of her cell, giving a “hmph!” for good measure.

“GUN agents do not work alone. We can’t risk losing communication with an agent on a vital mission.”

“Vital mission? What ‘vital mission’ are you going to send a jewel thief on, hmm?”

“Might I remind you where you are right now?” The officer paused, presumably making some grandiose gesture at the cell around her. “If you don’t accept our offer, you’re going to be serving jail time.”

“Not for long.” Rouge mumbled. 

“In maximum security, if you keep that up.”

Rouge covered her mouth. “Oops. Silly me.”

“So make your choice. You can stay in here. . . or you can work with us.”

“Alone.”

“You will be assigned a team.”

“No, I won’t. Not if you want my expertise. You sound very desperate if you’re begging for a known thief to join your cause.”

“Indeed, command is desperate, to consider a thief who’s actually been caught.”

Rouge hissed. “Then why don’t you go find a better one?”

The officer paused. “I-”

“Because there is no better one. Do you know why? Because I work alone. I don’t let anybody slow me down. So go ahead and let me rot in jail, if you’d like, but if you want me on your side you’re going to give me what I’m asking for.”

She looked over her shoulder to see the officer looking down. Her grin faded, however, when he tapped a button hidden under his shirt. It was then that she noticed the tiny wire sneaking up to his ear. A voice spoke from his earpiece, but even with her ears swiveled towards it she couldn’t make much out of it.

The officer looked up again. “Fine. We won’t pair you up with anyone, if you agree to be implanted with a chip that will track your location.”

“An implant seems like a lot of work. Why don’t I just have it, I don’t know, sewn into my clothes right here?” Rouge turned around and tapped her chestplate. 

“That isn’t secure-”

“Do you think I’m going to strip on the job?”

The officer stammered a bit, before shaking his head. 

“That would be very unprofessional. Now come on, get me out of here. And get me talking to who’s really going to be in charge of this mission.”

The officer grabbed the keys from his belt and unlocked the door. 

—

For calling himself a genius, Rouge had easily talked her way into becoming essential for Dr. Robotnik's little mission. The “Eggman” wasn’t all he was cracked up to be, pun intended.

But the small black-and-red hedgehog that followed him, Project SHADOW. . . now that was much more of a challenge. It was the sort of challenge that sucked her in, like trying to crack a bank vault or figuring out how to bypass GUN security systems. No person had ever caught her attention like this before. 

She needed to know more. She wanted to pick his brain about all the things she was seeing in his files. That was a stupid idea, of course. She couldn’t afford to get chummy, not when he was her mission. 

—

“Where is Shadow?” Rouge asked as Sonic stepped into the observation room of the ARK.

Instead of a quip, she saw Sonic stiffen. He shook his head. 

A sort of breathless gasp passed over not just her, but the entire room. Tails, Amy, Knuckles, even Eggman, to some extent. They wandered over to different windows of the observatory. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a star shooting down towards the surface of the planet. She froze. 

(If she didn’t look, it wasn’t real.)

Sonic tapped her on the shoulder. She exhaled, tried to paint a normal expression on her face, and turned to him. 

In his hand was one of those golden rings Shadow wore around his wrists and ankles. 

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The golden band, an inhibitor ring, as she knew it to be now, sat on a shelf amongst her most prized jewels. 

—

Her heart stopped when she saw Shadow in that pod. Even when bullets started flying, she couldn’t get her limbs to work. 

“Shadow!” She cried as he tackled her out of the way. 

“Stay here.” He replied.

She looked over to see the source of the gunfire- some sort of fancy new Badnik model. Shadow lept around the room to avoid its fire. 

“MUST ERADICATE ALL EGGMAN ROBOTS!”

Now that didn’t make any sense. Eggman’s newest and best robot wouldn’t have a destructive streak like this. And the fact that it was currently attacking Shadow, the person that was in the pod, and not her, the intruder trying to steal that person in the pod, meant that-

Shadow charged. The robot put away its miniguns and pulled out a wicked pair of claws. Rouge jumped and flew between them. 

“Hey, hold up!” She screamed as she put a palm on each of their chests.

To her surprise, both parties actually listened.

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They exited the basement of Eggman’s base. Shadow, now amnesiac. And E-123 Omega, a robot now out for revenge. 

As they exited out into the blue skies and palm trees, both stayed in the doorway. 

Rouge turned back, but any demand for them to hurry up dried on her lips when she saw Shadow’s face.

He blinked. Rubbed his eyes. Blinked again. Stared up into the great big sky above them, as if it might swallow him whole. His quills shivered as the warm breeze blew past him. 

The robot shook too, the metal plating clanging against itself drawing her attention away from Shadow. Behind the glass of his optics, his apertures expanded and shrunk three or four times before settling on a size. There was another noise, besides the wind, something whirring within him. Some sort of cooling fan, maybe.

Rouge was sure that Shadow’s metaphorical cooling fans were going off as well. 

An Ultimate Lifeform and an Ultimate Robot. Both looking like they were about to short-circuit after a ray of sunshine hit them. 

Something in Rouge’s chest clenched, making it difficult to breathe. She pushed it down. “You two ready?”

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“Thank you for retrieving the Ultimate Lifeform.” The commander said to her. 

Rouge wasn’t looking at him. She was looking at Shadow, who was bristling under the attention of four technicians that were poking and prodding at him.

“All in a day’s work.” She replied. 

“And the capture of Robotnik tech is very impressive. Now that you’ve got it following your orders, order it to accompany the technicians back to the clean room so that it can undergo-”

“I DO NOT FOLLOW HER ORDERS!” Omega snapped. “I FOLLOW NO ONE’S ORDERS!”

“We know, we know,” she made a calming gesture to Omega, not that it’d do much, as she’d learned recently. “He doesn’t work that way. I’d suggest-”

Three GUN soldiers brought their rifles to their shoulders and pointed them at Omega. 

“You didn’t inform us that this one retained its autonomy!” The commander said pointedly. 

“Hey, HEY! Put those down!” Rouge ran in front of Omega. “He’s not gonna hurt you as long as you’re not an Eggman robot! Right?”

“IF THEY WISH TO APPREHEND ME TO OBSTRUCT MY MISSION, I INVITE THEM TO TRY.”

“You heard the robot! Put down your weapons.”

“Agent Rouge, we cannot allow it to simply roam free with its programming still intact.”

“Then I’ll get Sonic’s little squirt to evaluate him! Now put those away before he takes it as a challenge.”

The commander gave a gesture to the soldiers, and they lowered the rifles from their shoulders, only barely.

“Okay, good. Now let’s sort this out-” Rouge said.

“Rouge.”

Rouge whipped around to see Shadow being dragged led off by figures in white.

“Let him go!” she flew after him.

She grabbed his wrist and stopped the senior technician from going any further. 

“Agent Rouge! Explain your behavior at once.” The commander shouted.

“I won’t let you take him away!” She shouted back. “I won’t let you take either of them. They saved my life. They saved everyone from Metal Overlord! I’m not gonna let you dissect either of them- you owe them that much!”

“Both present a danger to everyone in this room if not evaluated.” The commander hissed. “Are you willing to put your reputation on the line for them?”

“Yes!”

The answer shocked her even coming out of her own mouth. She let go of Shadow’s arm and turned to find the commander with his hand on his chin. 

There was nothing left to do but double down. “We’re a team. Team. . .”

All GUN units needed a unit name. ‘Team Rouge’ would probably get an objection from the other two. ‘Team Jewel’ was too cliche. She looked between the two, then down to herself.

“Team Dark.” She said. “We’re Team Dark. We’ll get evaluated together, thank you very much. You’re welcome for our help in saving the world.”

The commander lowered his hand. “Very well. I’ll consider it. Guards.”

As the soldiers swept around them, she now found herself shoulder to shoulder with the hedgehog and the robot. 

She was never doing this again. She wasn’t liking being on this end of the equation, the one with no negotiating power, especially not on the behalf of two unstable superweapons who could decide at any point that she wasn’t worth their time. If she continued like this, she was going to end up dead or in someone’s prison cell or-

“Thank you,” Shadow whispered to her. 

She looked at him. He met her gaze. She glanced back to Omega. He met her gaze, too. 

Any regrets she had were gone as they were escorted down the hall. 

—

“Uhhh, Rouge? Rouge?” Amy waved her hand in front of Rouge’s eyes. 

“Hmm?”

“You, uh, kinda stopped talking.” Amy explained. “You were saying?”

Rouge took a moment to blink the rest of the memories away and remember where she’d left off. “Oh, nothing. Just how it only felt like yesterday since I stuck my neck out for those two idiots.”

“That’s a little mean of you to call them that.”

“And now we’re friends. So much so that it’s the first thing people like you think of when they see me, apparently.”

“Oh.” Amy relaxed.

“It means we’ve got work to do! We’ve got reputations to maintain, you know.”

“A reputation for what? Being broody loners?”

“That’s more Shadow’s speed. And besides, I doubt he has this problem.”

“Knuckles asked him how you were doing yesterday.”

“Well, Shadow’s always the more sentimental of the team. Omega certainly wouldn’t tolerate it.”

“. . . Tails didn’t even have to ask Omega about you guys before he started talking about what you were up to the last time you left him for repairs.”

“Really?”

Amy nodded. 

“Well,” Rouge looked down at her lap, “then I suppose everyone knows.”

“Knows what?”

“That we’re better off together.” 

Amy’s eyes lit up. “Awwwwww! See? Aren’t friends the best?”

Rouge rolled her eyes and whispered to herself, “despite everything.”

#teamdarkweek #team dark #sonic adventure 2 #sonic heroes #rouge the bat #shadow the hedgehog #e-123 omega #exploring Rouge's perspective throughout the games where team dark first met!!!