#Moon will be like oh your so kind and sweet and caring and loving while he is giving silvally affection

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Magic

Moon Boys x reader<3

summary: you were married to Jake and after the events of moonknight, the boys get to know of jake and of you. Steven adores you but Marc just sees you as a friend. Right?

A/N: okay the timeline is a bit wonky but here's what i thought while writing the fic. Jake dated you for a year and a half before putting a ring on it. And you've been married for three years. You met Steven and Marc a year ago and have been dating Steven for eight months. Marc became friends with you a month after meeting you. please comment and reblog if you liked it!

Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

@jake-g-lockley

Marc was a lot of things. Pig-headed, stubborn, horrible at communication, a fighter. But he wasn't arrogant He could admit it when he didn't know something.

But right now he knew one thing and one thing only, that Jake was a prime idiot.

Marc stayed in the background when Jake was fronting around you, most of the time. Not always, of course. He wasn't a perv and one to to intrude between a husband and a wife. But he knew you. So did Steven, and you knew them.

He'd considered you his friend. Maybe one of his best, just months after meeting you. You and him shared many a night after Jake's missions talking and watching movies, when your husband was knocked out. You made him fall in love with chai, something that knocked Steven's socks off and he'd taught you the basics of baseball so you weren't clueless when you watched baseball with him.

It wasn't always so nice.

"You're married?!"

"Yeah, what's your problem with that?" Jake had become defensive, he wouldn't let Marc or Steven breathe a single ill word towards you.

"No, it's no problem at all, pal." Marc seethed, outraged, "except for the fact that I was married to Layla! God what if she almost say you when we were married? No wonder it ended!"

"Fuck off, man. You know full well why your marriage didn't work out with Layla. And unlike her, I told my lady fucking everything. She knows everything, from the cave to the sarcophagus. So she knew what to do and what to be careful of, including you. So don't blame my marriage for the reason yours didn't work out."

This was when Steven had interjected, he was unsurprisingly on Jake's side.

"He's right, Marc. If his wife knows everything then you can't blame him, and it's honestly rather mean and unfair of you to be angry at someone you haven't even met."

It took a few hours for Marc to calm down, and actually, apologise to Jake.

Hesitantly, Jake offered, "Y'know, if you want you can meet her. She practically knows everything about you and uh, Steven's most probably seen her around. She goes to the museum every week."

"Wait a minute! That lady with the Van Gogh tote bag?"

"Yup."

"Oh wow! She's really sweet, and beautiful! Hell, mate. You scored."

Jake had to smile at that, he knew he scored with you. For the longest time he felt like you were too good for him and that someone as kind, clever, intelligent and beautiful as you shouldn't have had to settle for someone like him. But you'd kiss away every ill thought he had about himself and reassure him. Communication was a very, very vital and important part of the relationship and you had helped him learn that it wasn't selfish to voice his thoughts. Especially because he put everyone's needs before his for so long.

"I know, man."

Steven had readily agreed to front and meet you, and Marc was okay with being co-conscious during the interaction as well. So on one fine day, Jake had brought them to the house he considered his home. He worked to contribute to it's rent, and buy things for it and for you. It was home, after all. You were his home.

Marc didn't know what to expect but when Jake had stepped in and hung his jacket on the stand and taken his shoes off, footsteps could be heard running from the main bedroom and he saw you running straight into Jake's arms. Jake laughed wildly, picking you up and twirling you around, much to your delight as you kissed the life out of him.

When he put you down, he could get a clear glimpse of you. Your hair was messy and your t-shirt was rumpled. And when he saw you smile he knew why Jake had fallen in love with you. Why Steven thought you were beautiful and sweet. Verything about you screamed, home.

Your greeting to Jake threw both the boys off, "Who the fuck are you?"

Jake smirked, "The fuck you mean, ma?"

"I mean, who." you poked him once, "are." twice, "you?" thrice and Jake started giggling. Fucking giggling like some little schoolgirl. You laughed too, and hugged him tight.

"Hey, baby." he kissed your forehead and you smiled.

"Hi." you kissed his nose.

"I have two guys who'd like to meet you."he raised his eyebrows.

Your jaw dropped a little, "For real? Wait, you're being serious, you're not screwing with me?"

"Why would I screw with you, when I could just screw you?"

The men in his head and you all let out a simultaneous groan.

Steven met you first, and it went swell, you'd both bonded over history and literature. And a love for Taylor Swift. But that was a secret. You liked him a lot and he positively adored you.

Marc, on the other hand, was much more closed off, he'd be polite, but he'd be curt as well. A combination you didn't know was possible.

After a few weeks of trying to bond with him, resulting in almost a small meltdown. It had taken Jake being knocked out after a mission and being too tired to eat to actually get him to talk to you over a meal.

It was one of the best things he'd eaten in his goddamn life and the groan he'd let out after the first bite brought a laugh out of you.

So yes, Marc would consider you one of his best friends. Steven and you had started going out with each other a few months ago and it was going so well.

But not Marc.

Because he didn't like you like that.

Of course not, you were his friend.

You were his friend who made him laugh because you had the same dark sense of humour. You hugged him when he needed one but was too uptight to ask you. You, who googled the Cubs and learnt everything you could about them just so you could talk to him as well, the way you talked to Steven about Jane Austen and the Indus Valley.

He didn't know when it became something more to him.

And he didn't see how you'd look him at him when he laughed, or when he was focused on the TV, or when he made you tea the way you liked it, Jake had taught him how to do that.

No, to him, you were just his best friend.

And you were currently crying your eyes out because Jake and you had gotten into a huge fight. He'd missed your anniversary because of a mission and he was working with Hathor's avatar. He failed to mention the part where he was forced to pretend they were a thing to prevent being caught and you'd caught him smelling of her perfume and gotten rightfully furious.

Not because of her, but because he didn't tell you that it had been happening for a few days. That the week he'd spent away from you, he'd had to pretend he was someone else's and he was too scared to tell you. That's why you were mad, because you thought he didn't trust you.

You'd raised your voice as he turned his back on you and he turned around, face contorted in rage. Steven tried calming him down as he stalked over to you. You stood your ground, Jake would never lay a hand on you. You knew that. But it was what he said, that broke you.

"You're being a fucking nuisance. Instead of trying to understand, you're being more of a burden by finding shit to get mad at. Grow the fuck up."

That prime ass had the audacity to call you a burden. A nuisance.

And then he had the fucking nerve to leave and complete his mission and give control to Marc. Steven had chewed the fuck out of him and Marc would have loved to as well, but he needed to see you. See if you were okay.

As soon as he stepped in, he saw you on the sofa, rapidly wiping your tears away. You sagged again when you knew it was him. Somehow you always knew.

He furrowed his eyebrows at your disheveled state. Your eyes were swollen and wet with tears and you were breathing very heavily and in quick spurts.

"What do you need?" Marc asked you, sitting down beside you.

"C-can I have" you coughed, "a hug, Marc?" you said in a small voice, looking away.

Marc immediately moved to hug you close. Shushing you when you began to cry again.

What hurt was that he knew, and Jake knew, and Steven knew that you hated being a burden or an inconvenience to anyone. And today, the one man you trusted the most in this world had made you feel like that. And he couldn't even apologize.

'Jake you fucking idiot.' he rocked you a little, 'you better come out and fix this. she may be our friend but this is because of you, fix this.'

Jake remained silent in the reflection of the mirror next to the door. He looked wrecked at seeing you sob, and tears were falling down his own eyes.

'Mate.' Steven spoke up, he sounded mad, 'You made our girl cry. Stop being a fucking coward and fix this!'

When he was met with silence, Steven seethed, 'Marc, gimme the body.'

You knew exactly when it was Steven hugging you, and you kissed his cheek and breathed him in.

"Oh, love." he tried to comfort you, "I'm sorry. You're not a burden, I promise you." he kissed your forehead.

"I know that, Steven. I know I'm not a burden to you. I'm scared I'm becoming one to him. He doesn't even want to look at me!" you sniffed.

Steven glared at Jake in the mirror, who was wiping away his own tears.

Steven and Marc knew why Jake was so worked up. They knew that whoever Jake and Hathor's avatar was after called their bluff. They knew that those people had found the woman's partner and Jake was terrified for you and he couldn't even tell you because he never, ever wanted to be the reason for any feeling you had that wasn't bliss, happiness, content, or pleasure. And because he was sure he could find those assholes and beat the living shit out of them for even thinking of harming you.

But it wasn't their place to tell you, that much was apparent. Jake dug his grave, and then jumped into it. He had to crawl out of it on his own now.

"I just want to be someone he's happy to be with." you whisper and that's when Jake straightened up, heartbroken.

"Give me the body, hermano."

"All yours."

Only Jake scrunched the back of your shirts when he hugged you and you moved to hug him tightly as he whispered apologies in your ear.

"Baby, I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry I made you feel like you were a burden and that I was anything but fucking delighted to be with you." he kissed your nose and then told you everything. Looking away because he was scared.

"I didn't tell you at first because I didn't want to just say that I had to pretend I was dating someone else and then fuck off for a week. I made a mistake in assuming that'd you get mad and it's because if I was in your place, I would be. But you're stronger than me, tesoro, and I failed to see that and I'm so sorry."

"Baby, I forgive you." you replied and he breathed out a sigh of relief, "But please, don't keep stuff like this in, okay? You can trust me, you know that."

He nodded fiercely and then he kissed you. Noses nudging and lips parting as he breathed you in like you were his lifeline, and he yours. He cupped your face and held you tight against him and when he pulled away you smiled at him, your eyes shining.

Steven fronted again with a little smile and you kissed him lovingly with a whispered 'i love you'. He just winked at you and kissed the back of your hand and then your forehead again before Jake took back control and carried you to the bed, kissing you deeply all the way.

----

Marc was fine, no he just needed a glass of water. He'd carefully rolled off the bed, thankful that he was at least wearing sweatpants and padded to the kitchen.

He should have known that you were a light sleeper.

"Marc." you began, your voice raspy.

He hummed in reply and held out his glass to you. You accepted it and drank your fill, giving it back to him.

After a few more moments of silence, you spoke up, "I thanked Steven for comforting me. But I didn't thank you." you cleared your throat, "Thank you, Marc." you said, sincerely, "You're one of my best friends."

Marc smiled at you. Actually smiled. And you smiled back and kept going, "And Jake and Steven know this and are okay with it so I-"

"You don't have to thank me, honey." he patted your shoulder, trying to conceal his tears as he looked away because god he was dumb. Dumb enough to realize now, that he loved you, "I'm glad I'm your friend."

To him, you were everything. You were sunrays and moonbeams and everything that he believed was magical as a boy. Everything he stopped believing in as he grew up. The first time you made him laugh and joined him he felt sure that magic existed after all, because what else could you be?

He tried walking past you but you held his hand and he froze, tears streaming down his cheeks.

You walked over to him and held his face in your hands. His eyes shut as you wipe away his tears. And he whimpered as you kissed his forehead.

"Marc. Open your eyes and look at me." you said softly.

He was terrified. That you'd seen past his mask and were going to let him down gently. Because to you, what could he be? Certainly nothing more than a friend.

"Sweetheart. Please."

When his eyes finally opened, they met yours.

"Marc. I fucking love you." you confessed and he let out a sob. Pulling you into a tight hug.

"I love you. God I love you so much, Sweetheart." he says into your hair, kissing all over your face, but not your lips.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked him, looking at him with those beautiful eyes of yours.

He nods and your hands travel to his locks and pull them lightly as you bring your lips to his own. Humming sweetly as he wraps his arm around you and licks into you.

Yes, he reasons yet again as you hold his face in your hands and smile at him, magic does exist. And it's in his arms. He loves it and so do the men in his head who cheer for him, albeit sleepily, looking at you lovingly.

And they'd never let you go.

#jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #jake lockley angst #marc spector angst #moon knight angst #moon knight #marvel cinematic universe #oscar isaac x reader

[lizthewriter]

billy loomis, stu macher, and poly! headcanons with reader s/o

billy loomis headcanons with reader s/o

• first of all, billy is actually a pretty intelligent guy - cunning, strategic

• it's why he's always so good at chess (not that he's the biggest fan)

• reads lots of books - obviously horrors and thrillers are his favorite

• a bit obnoxious pissy about horror movies

• he will force you to watch horror movies with him - movie night ftw

• he's also a big trivia fan! loves trivia games, especially horror

• he says he doesn't like music, but secretly he listens to pop and motown - you will catch him singing along to marvin gaye and he will never admit that it happened

• has mediocre grades, despite his intellect - school bores him and he doesn't like to listen to what people tell him to do

• speaking of school, people paint him out to be some kind of "bad boy" but really all he is is quiet and reserved

• the only real reason he became friends with tatum, sid, and randy was because they became friends with his childhood best friend, stu

• he and stu are inseparable and they do everything together

• you'll probably end up spending more time at stu's then at billy's because billy doesn't like people coming over to his house

• mostly because of the fact that it's on the poorer side of town, and that everyone thinks that he has the picture-perfect family

• speaking of this so-called "family," he has major abandonment issues because his mother abandoned him and trust issues because his father had an affair and would barely pay him any attention

• both of these also contribute to his protectiveness/possessiveness

• it's not so much that he doesn't trust you around certain people (he does have intrusive thoughts a lot), he doesn't trust other people around you

• but when he does get insecure and starts to think that you'll leave him, it's more from his fear that he's unlovable and a bad s/o

• that's why he would love an s/o that would take care of him and do all those lovey-dovey things, even if he likes to pretend that he's not that fond of it

• holding hands, going on walks together, date/movie nights, staying in together, sleeping in the same bed, he wants ALL OF IT

• once he gets more comfortable around you and trusts you, he'll open up a lot more - you'll find he's really sweet on the inside, and REALLY funny

• no i swear, he has the best sense of humor - dark and dry, the perfect mix

• he's not really into PDA unless someone's trying to get in your pants, in which case all social conventions are dropped and he WILL shove his tounge down your throat

• this man is a great kisser *chef's kiss*

• his sex drive is at a medium, I'd say

• but damn if this mf isn't kinky as shit

• lovesss degrading you, being dominant, definitely has a size kink, knife kink, predator/prey, edging, he eats that shit up

• he barely ever gets subby - like ever, but once in a blue moon he just wants some slow, soft sex (this usually happens when he's feeling insecure)

• he's a boob guy 1000%

• he's not too into foreplay - don't get me wrong, he likes to make out for a little while and he knows you need time to get ready, but as soon as your wet he's already inside you pounding away

• loves missionary 🤭🤭 he likes to watch your reactions and dies every time he elicits a sound from your mouth

• dirty talks the entire time

• he's a multiple rounds kind of guy too - he may not want sex that often, but when he does, he WANTS IT

• not the best at aftercare, but he does pretty well - he'll clean you up, bring you a glass of water, but he really just likes to cuddle and fall asleep right after all that

• watches you while you sleep - he finds that it calms him, watching the slow rise and fall of your chest

• the biggest morning person ever - the definition of a morning person

• by the time you get up, he's already ready for school and prepared you breakfast

• has a nice car - loves to drive you around

• oh and he LOVESSSSS making you flustered, but in more of a conspicuous, secretive way

• will send you those FUCKING EYES in the middle of biology

• oh and if you sit next to each other in class, he'll place a hand on your thigh and rub circles into it

• he just loves to rile you up and watch you get angry at him (it turns him on a lil' bit)

• requires a kiss hi and a kiss goodbye - it doesn't matter where, as long as it's a kiss

stu macher headcanons with reader s/o

• this man is the legal textbook definition of ADHD, if not autism

• he has trouble paying attention, especially in school - somehow gets amazing grades anyways

• class clown - main goal in life is to make everyone laugh

• he likes books but finds it hard to pay attention to the words on the page - he much prefers audio books! the main way he consumes media

• he loves all kind of music, but especially alternative rock and hard rock (alice in chains' biggest fan for sure; loves to sing "them bones" out of nowhere - "man in a box" is his favorite)

• he also loves horror movies but he doesn't get as technical about it as billy - he'll watch all kinds, but he does have favorites

• also a big trivia fan - loves playing trivial pursuit

• remembers random facts (he watched jeopardy chronically as a child)

• he was babied by his parents a lot as a kid, which is why he's so extroverted and wild (*coughcough* rebellious *coughcough*)

• he's bisexual

• he lovesss doing makeup and also he wears crop tops all the time and he looks MAGNIFICENT in them

• he's very creative - loves to come up with stories and draw, but he's not really an artist per say, more like he likes scribbling random things

• his stomach is a black hole - no literally, this man devours the entire kitchen

• DO NOT LET HIM IN THE KITCHEN IF YOU ARE BAKING - he will eat whatever dough you're preparing behind your back

• loves to tease you and make you flustered, but in a very obvious way

• is VERY into PDA and flirting in public; constantly has an arm either slung around your shoulders or waist and will make out with you in front of his locker if you let him

• man has no boundaries

• also he will shower you with affection and treat you like a queen; worships the ground you walk upon

• he. loves. matching. clothes. will cry if you don't wear matching pj's with him

• you will chronically be at his house - he has beautiful puppy eyes, so it's easy to convince you to come over every day

• he loves having you sit in his lap or lay across his chest

• he also lovessss playing with your hair and is actually really good at braiding and all that (he has two older sisters)

• foreplay is his favorite thing in the whole world

• ass, boob, thighs? how about ALL

• absolutely a switch!

• prefers to eat you out and loves to overstimulate you mmmmm

• he has a very high sex drive - oh yeah, he's at it every night

• also prefers missionary, but likes you on your stomach, ass up, fave shoved into the pillows (his only purpose: to fuck you into subspace)

• he's pretty kinky too, but with slight differences from billy - instead of edging he loves overstimulation, rimming, marking, praising

• will make up any excuses to get in your pants and will also ask at the most random times - also, if you have a period doesn't care about it whatsoever, will still have sex with you

• aftercare KING!! he has everything prepared for when your done - he'll clean you up, he'll put the sheets out to be washed, he'll grab water and snacks, cuddle with you, and lay up for hours just talking

• he loves one on one conversations between the two of you, especially at more romantic spots like on the roof and under the stars

• will romance you - coincidentally (not at all) loves valentine's day

• you must give him your upmost attention - he loves ranting to you since you're the only person who listens to him and laughs at his jokes

• you will catch him staring at you with lovesick puppy eyes and he doesn't even care if you notice him, he just has an infinite love for you

poly!billy loomis and stu macher headcanons with reader s/o

• together they are certainly a duo - their personalities really balance them out perfectly

• stu is loud and hyperactive, billy is quiet and reserved

• but stu does bring billy out of his shell and billy reigns stu in when he goes too far - all in all, they make each other better

• you all bang out at stu's house - most of the time, just to chill, but bill insists on weekly movie nights and stu insists on weekly board game nights

• if you're not on good terms with your family, stu's welcomes you in like you're their own kid (billy had basically been their son for years)

• billy loves halloween and while stu loves halloween, he's also a big christmas person as well

• stu really just loves holidays and anything that gets them off of school

• whatever shenanigans stu is up to, billy pretends to dislike it but he goes along for a reason, doesn't he? he kind of likes indulging in stu

• they love taking you on car rides around town

• stu buys you all matching shirts and pj's, much to billy's horror

• stu is just constantly buying the two of you random shit

• "i saw this and it reminded me of you guys!"

• usually the way sleeping together works is stu is on the left, you're laying across half of his ches, and billy is on your right with his arm slung around your waist

• stu is constantly warm (why he has his shirt off half the time) and billy had cold hands (will place them unprovoked on the back of your neck)

• if you bake, they work together to steal your dough and eat it

• oh my god, if you go somewhere to get clothes, they will be trailing right behind you and wait for you outside the dressing room to out their two cents in

• billy was kind of dragged along - he truly thinks you look good in anything no matter what, but stu actually offers you good fashion advice

• "hmm . . . no, that red really isn't your color - they have that dress in a blue you look good in, why don't I go grab it for you?"

• billy and stu make sure your birthday is really special

• their goal is just to make you feel loved, accepted, and respected in general

• together, they are both VERY possessive over you, however - so PDA is a must

• they will make it plainly clear to everyone that you are THEIRS and not to be touched

• constant sex - no seriously, be prepared

• I've already made it clear what they both like individually

• but, yes, they both love to tease you - foreplay is a must, and they'll draw it on for a while to get you desperate

• most of the time, they're both dominant in the bedroom, but I can see you and billy turning the table on a subby stu (or in the case of billy being a sub, soft sex with all three of you)

• they are both brat-tamers, but stu's the nicer one

• however, billy is a bit of a brat sometimes (will never admit it but he would die to be punished by you and stu)

• they're both into bondage . . . I think that was a given

• hours and hours and HOURS

• also everywhere. in the kitchen, on the couch, in the bedroom, hell, in the bathroom, they will take you EVERYWHERE

• like I said, they're both pretty good at aftercare

• they love to spend time with you and cuddle - billy likes to trace your skin with his finger, especially your back, while stu likes to play with your hair

• you will fall asleep together like this

• stu would probably be the first person to say "I love you"

• it might take a while, but billy will too eventually

• they just want all of you to be happy and that's all that matters :)

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[bunnys-kisses]

trust - astarion ancunin

pairing: astarion ancunin x fem!reader rating:  18+ tags: pwp, smut, outdoor sex, intimacy & love, missionary, sappy & sweet

Oh how times had changed. Astarion was a new man, more of a man than he was for the past two hundred years. He was no longer a captive to a sadistic vampire master who only saw Astarion as a means to capture prey.

And it all changed because the vampire spawn made the acquaintance of a young traveller. If Astarion had a bit more malice in his heart he would've killed you or at least tried. But you showed him a kindness that he didn't understand at first.

 'Why me?' He'd often think to himself when you proved that there was no malicious intent with your actions. If he wanted to be free from the curse of a spawn, then you'd help him with his goal. It took him a while to get adjusted to the freedom.

But Astarion was a curious man. The way a moth is curious when nearing a flame. He wondered if he'd get burned, or worse, fully disintegrated. Dust from your simple touch.

  “I want you.” He said softly one night, his voice low in your ear, “Will you join me tonight?” His slender fingers caught strands of your hair. It was an old seduction tactic, but it wasn't to find food for his master. It was to indulge in passion for himself.

You looked over to him. Your eyes met his, you were captivated by the red of his eyes. You could only describe them as rubies, but you knew they held a lot of heartbreak. Only one look at his back gave you all the answers you needed.

  “Astarion.” You replied, “Do you want me to join you?”You fully turned around. There was a slight height difference between you two so you had to tilt your head to look at him, “Do you want me, or do you want to feed?”

He frowned, “Of course I want you, why wouldn't I?” He leaned in closer, “I want to know what our party leader tastes like. You freed me of my strings, darling. I am no puppet to no master. If I want you, it's of my own free will.” His expression softened.

You reached for him and touched his face. His skin was cool and soft. Part of you expected it to be like marble the way his features were carved. Your gaze quickly dropped to his lips before you made eye contact once more. You dragged your touch down to his chest and placed your hand over where his heart was.

If it was still beating you wondered if it would be racing. Questions of Astarion's mortal place died on your tongue, bringing up the past would only ruin the mood.

Just as Astarion was curious about you, you were curious about him. A high elf turned vampire, a magistrate turned spawn. A creature of the night with an insatiable lust for blood. So many questions yet so little answers.

  “Tell me again you want me.” You said.

He leaned closer, he crowded into your space as he said softly, “I want you. I want all of you, darling. I want to know what you feel like inside and out. I wish to devour you whole.” He pulled away, his hand took yours, “Is that enough convincing?“

You frowned, ”I am trusting you, Astarion.“

He chuckled, ”That's the first I've ever heard that. I don't think anyone has ever trusted me.“ He took your other hand, his fingers locked with yours, ”This will be exciting then, Trust.“ You could see the hint of a smile on his lips. You were inclined to smile back.

You gave him his freedom. You ripped the chains from him and gave him the choice to determine his own life. You could not heal his vampirism, but you could care for him. Maybe make him believe he wasn't a monster.

Trust. There was a nice ring to it. Trust between two willing parties and as he led you through the thick of the woods, you were more than willing to see how deep the trust ran.

-

The moon hung heavy in the sky as if it was threatening to drop on the earth. It cast a light across the land as you stepped out from the woods and into a clearing.

You held his hand tighter when you heard the call of an owl from the top of one of the trees.

  ”I'm certain an owl won't hurt you, darling.“ He led you to behind a grand rock, ”If It does, however. I'll slit its throat.“ His smile grew before he took you by the face and pulled you in for a tight kiss.

You tensed for a moment, your eyes widened before you relaxed into his touch and melted into the kiss. You held onto his arms and further the kiss. You could hear your heart racing in your ears. This was a strange feeling.

You had been intimate with men before. You were no stranger to their anatomy. But there was something enthralling about Astarion that you couldn't put into words. He was unlike any other being you had known.

He shuddered against your kiss before he pulled away, his breathing was a tad heavier. He sank with you down to the grass. The boulder obscured you both from viewing. It allowed you a little more privacy.

No owls had to see what you two were about to do.

  ”I've become addicted to you, my dear. I had been in a cage for so long and you freed me without a second thought.“ He took your face in his hands and he gazed down at you, ”You could've easily made me your slave. But instead you are more than willing to put a stake through the heart of my master. We have killed for each other and quite frankly,  I'll continue to kill anyone who gets in our way.“

You wrapped your arms around him delicately, ”I want you to be a free man,  Astarion. Even if I want to, I could never tame you. It would be like taming the great North Star, it's impossible.“

He chuckled softly, ”Getting soft on me now, aren't we?“ He tried not to feel the tug in his chest from your kind words. Maybe it was a desire to be in control and not collapse from the weight of your kind words.

You moved his hands away from your face and you held both of them to your eye level. You kissed his cold knuckles, all of his skin was smooth and soft. He hadn't aged a day in over two hundred years. You closed your eyes, ”You are the brightest star I can see.“ You opened them once more to meet his gaze, ”I would follow you to the pit of hell if it meant being by your side.“

Astarion looked at you, with minor shock across his face. He turned his head briefly to compose himself before he looked back to you, ”I think you'll be leading me to hell, darling. But it shall be much warmer with you by my side.“

You two kissed once more. Slowly you were stripped of your clothes. You parted so he could get your armour off of you along with the clothes underneath. Soon your items laid around you. You pressed your bare chest up against the front of his shirt.

The softness of the material tickled your breasts and paired with the cool air, your nipples grew hard. You exhaled deeply as you propped yourself up against the rock. You could feel the heat lingering in your face.

You could feel the heat intensify as he began to strip himself. You had seen Astarion nude before, you have seen all of your members nude at one point or another. It was the reality of being so close together. But under the pale moonlight, he looked less like a monster and more like a divine being.

Carved from the highest quality marble, the lines of his body enticed you. You swallowed as your eyes reached his hardened cock. Your hands dug into the green grass under you. It was impressive, sizable but not intimidating. To see it that close was far different than seeing it from a distance as he bathed in the river.

He noticed your gaze and reached down to touch the top of your head. His hand combed through your hair as he said, ”No need to feed my ego, darling. I know what you're going to say.“

You looked up to his face and straightened up, ”I didn't say anything.“

He laughed, ”You don't have to, I can see it in the lines of your forehead.“ He rubbed his thumb against the creases to smooth them out, ”I guess you want me as much as I want you.“

  ”I want you.“ You confirmed.

He got down to the ground quickly and encroached on your space once more. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, mindful of the scars on his back. The kiss you shared was more heated then the previous ones.

The time for affection was over as lust emerged. It heated your body as you both laid in the grass. His hands explored your body. He ran fingers across your own scars. He felt every curve that you possessed,  he felt the moles and the raised scars from your dedication to training. You heard him hiss into the kiss as he grew more aroused by the feeling of you so close to him.

In over two hundred years he never had the fortune of a lover like you.

He laid you out on the grass,  he gazed down at you. He kept himself up as he dug his hands in the grass under you. He took a moment to admire you. He had seen many mortal nude during his time on this planet. But there was a connection between you two that he couldn't deny. It wasn't sex for the sake of a meal. It was sex built on a foundation of trust.

For the first time in a long time,  Astarion trusted you. In his eyes you could do no wrong.

If he was a star, then you were the angel that hung him up in the night sky.

  ”My darling." He said softly as he grabbed you by the waist and rested himself on his heels. His cock stood at full attention as he rubbed it up against your cunt.

You covered your face with his hands, “Astarion.”

  “Don't hide yourself from me. I want to see how I make you feel.“ He replied as he reached to your face and pulled away your hands, ”Don't make me pin them down.“

You swallowed, ”You don't have to."

  "Good.“ He replied softly. He brushed his cock up against your wet slit. He exhaled sharply from the feeling. It made his cock twitch with excitement. He soon guided his cock into your sweet sex.

He tried to pace himself so as to not cause you discomfort. He kept his eyes on you for any signs of pain as he sank further into you. His jaw tensed as he felt the warmth of lust spread from his gut. Soon he had every last centimetre inside of you.

You had taken him so well. He leaned down to pull you into a tight kiss, his hands were back on your hips as to guide them up and down his cock. You let out a high pitched noise that was muffled by his lips on yours.

  ”You feel divine, darling.“

  ”Shit, Astarion.“ You replied. Your heart drummed in your chest, your breathing was heavy as you laid in the soft grass. When he thrusted up into you it felt like his cock was pushing your insides up into your throat or maybe it was your heart trying to make a quick escape from the amount of pleasure you felt through your body.

You'd dare to say that your intimate encounter was romantic. Two bodies together in the depths of lust. He leaned over you and you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him into a kiss. In an effort to keep both of you quiet as you rutted like animals.

He played with your breasts as you tighten your legs around his waist. The sounds of your love making filled the open night air. You were thankful that you were far enough away from camp that there wouldn't be any curious members trying to seek you two out.

As if Astarion wasn't going to let the others know in his own sly way. Especially in front of Gale, who he thought had his eye on you. The vampire could have a jealous streak run through him like a splash of light in a dark sky.

Your hands roamed his shoulders, your fingers dipped low enough to touch the scars on his back. He melted into your touch, a sign of comfort towards your hands on him.

When he broke the kiss, he continued to thrust inside of you.. His eyes met yours once more, ”You look lovely under me.“

You reached out for him and held his face as you moved in time with his thrusts. You replied, ”I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.“

  ”Good.“ He said, 'Because I have no intention of letting you under another man or woman. For as long as your heart beats, you will be mine.”

You leaned up to kiss him on the nose. It was so intimate as you replied, “That sounds good to me.” Then you two kissed once more as you felt yourself nearing climax.

Hands roamed, bodies moved. Lust filled the night air as the two of you made love under the moonlight. A life with the vampire didn't seem so horrible. You tightened your legs around him as he rocked back and forth against you.

Your heart fluttered at the feeling of intimacy between you two. Trust was all you could think of. It was the adhesive that kept you two together, that and an undying, unwavering commitment to one another.

Astarion, the vampire and you, the mortal, rutted against one another in the dead of night. You gripped onto his shoulders as the intense feeling of climax flooded your bloodstream and made you light headed.

You yearned for the release. You wanted to orgasm on his cock. You could feel the grass stick to your sweaty back as the two of you moved together. The gentle sounds between you two as the urge became stronger.

You were no longer alone in these travels. You didn't only have a party to rely on, but also a vampiric lover who wanted nothing more than to devour you. You were his; mind, body and soul. But he too was yours in the same way.

Matched in wits and skill. Fighters till the end. The thought excited you. What would become of your future?

With another searing kiss, you both climaxed in each other's arms. You clawed your nails down his arms as his grip bruised your hips. With a final thrust, he finished inside of you. He marked you as his, and the thought made his body run hot.

When he pulled away, he looked down at you. He said with a smile, ”Forever mine.“ Before he pulled out of you and laid beside you in the grass.

Your breathing was laboured as you laid next to him. You could feel  his cum stick to your inner thigh as he spooned you. You held his hand as he held you by the middle.

His lips grazed at your neck. He sighed with content, ”I could turn you tonight and we'd be together until the sun melted the earth.”

You chuckled softly, “How about we finish our quest first. Then we can spend eternity together.”

He replied, “I can be impatient. But I will be patient for you, my love.”

You relaxed into his arms and felt your eyes grow heavy, “Good. Now let's kill Cazador.”

He chuckled, “Of course, my dear.” Then laid one last kiss onto your heated skin. He was scared at the thought of seeing his master again. But maybe, just maybe, with you by his side, he'll gain the courage to break himself fully free of the chains he carried.

If you believed he could be free, then he'll trust you and believe it himself.

#bunny writes #baldur's gate #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate #bg3 #astarion ancunin #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion #astarion smut #bg3 astarion #baldurs gate astarion #astarion bg3 #bg3 fanfiction

[iliektehhaxs]

So close, and yet so far

Aka: Johnny finds a new obsession in you.

Pairing: John “Soap” MacTavish/Reader

Rating: 18+

This was heavily inspired by this lovely ghost/reader camgirl fic, so I decided to throw my hat in the ring. I wrote this in two hours with no editing 🥴

You’re a sweet thing, honeysuckle, ambrosia. The kind of sweet that lingers in your mouth and leaves an aftertaste. He guesses that’s why he returns to your stream every day—like honey, and just as sticky. 

Johnny’s bored one day, absentmindedly palming his boxers as he browses for a good video. Not one to be picky, but something about today has him particularly on edge, not quite able to find his release. His usuals just aren’t doing it.

Then he finds an ad for a cam site and sees you on the front page. 

You catch his eye immediately, wondering what a cute lass like you is doing on a site like this. The link takes him to your stream and his cock hardens in his boxers, not quite believing what his eyes see.

You’re a dream in a pair of soft pink panties, the kind of girl he’d never believe would be working as a cam girl unless he saw it for himself. Legs spread, bright pink vibrator buzzing between your legs, nearly in tears as your back arches off the bed. A hoard of men throwing donations at the screen, hoping for your attention.

He watches for a while more, impossibly hard as your legs shake around the toy, writhing in pleasure. In the corner of the screen he sees a message that makes him throb in his hand.

Valentines special! Top donator of the day gets to hear me moan their name! <3

Thank fucking Christ he had his card number memorized.

Within a day he became your top donator, the emptiness of his wallet meaning nothing when it meant he got to see you spread open on camera, rubbing at your pretty cunt while moaning his name, shaking your hips and displaying your wet pussy for him to see.

“Johnny, Johnny—oh god—“

You sound like heaven in his ears, memorizing each and every sound you make when your fingers find your clit and rub. His hand matches your pace, thumb pressing against his leaking slit and nearly drooling when you grind yourself against your hand with his name on your lips.

You’re beautiful like this, makes him wish he could actually touch you. His cock twitches at the thought, groaning when he reaches down and plays with his balls in tandem.

A day to remember, he swears he’s never come that hard before. His head falls back, not giving a damn if his neighbors hear how loud he moans your name when his cum splashes on his stomach. It drips from his fingers, the slick of it echoing in the room as he vigorously strokes himself through his orgasm. His arm burns with exhaustion, the head of his cock blooming red, so sensitive it becomes damn near painful and yet he doesn’t stop, not until he sees your pretty cunt gush over your fingers. 

You make a mess of yourself, and so does Johnny. The cycle repeats the next day, when he returns for another session. This becomes a regular habit. 

You’re a constant in his life, the moment you go live he’s always the first to join. His pretty bird, his girl. There’s a possessiveness that seeps into every message he sends, lighting up when you read each one and get flustered at the sight. He can tell you’ve never been treated how you aught to be, can see it in the way your legs squeeze together with every donation. 

So he sends you a private message after a month, anxious for your response.

How much for a private session?

And when you give him a price, he’s over the fucking moon. The amount didn’t matter to him, just as long as he got to see you.

Truly a shame he thinks, his little bird going so long without a real man to take care of you. But it’s okay, because now he can lavish you with the attention you’ve needed for so long.

You seem so shy in private, so demure. He knows better of course, has an entire folder on his laptop of you being anything but a fucking angel, but it still shocks him how innocent you seem.

Hands adjusting your outfit, every detail fiddled with until it’s perfect, until you’re satisfied with how your lace fits on your body. A strap here, a crease there. He admires how well you get dolled up for him.

A message flashes on the screen, fifty dollars lighting up. Your eyes light up at the notification, looking over at the bold letters with a smile.

You look so hot today

Your laughter sounds as sweet as you look. “Thank you! I just bought this set.”

You press your tits closer, presenting them to the camera. “Bought it for you, actually. Do you think it looks nice?”

A siren call, he can’t help but be drawn to the view. Johnny licks his lips at the sight, the ambient light casting a soft glow on your exposed cleavage. It makes him want a closer look.

His fingers move quick as anything, not even looking at the screen, completely focused on your body.

$150: you look more than nice lass. let’s see some more.

Familiarity lights up on your features, groaning at the sight of that subtle little grin spreading across your face.

“Of course Johnny,” you whisper, the sound of his name like a melody between your lips. You adjust your camera closer, grabbing at your breasts. “Is this what you wanted?”

No, what he wants is to replace your hands with his own. What he wants is to bite at the supple flesh with his teeth and rip off the flimsy fabric that hides you away from him. 

His hand strokes against the bulge that grows in his boxers as he sends another donation.

$150: you don’t want to know what I want lass.

He loves the look in your eyes, how your pupils dilate when they read it over once, twice. Your lips caught between your teeth, you pull at your nipple through the fabric as you sigh in relief.

“Always a smooth talker…” you whisper.

He watches you from lidded eyes—makes him wonder how you got to this profession, knowing that some dirty talk is enough to have you squirming on camera.

Imagine if he was actually in the room with you, the things he’d say. The things he’d do.

The thought leaves him breathless. One day he’ll have you all to himself, but for now, he’ll settle for a screen.

#robo writes #call of duty #call of duty smut #john mactavish #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish smut #John soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #John soap mactavish smut #soap x reader #soap smut #personally he’s not obsessed enough for my taste but IM LAZY XOXO #Johnny soap mactavish x reader #Johnny soap mactavish smut

[lovesick-feelings]

can i req sun/moon yandere hcs?

Sorry this came very late darlings! A part of the reason is that i've been going through a lot in life and i haven't had much time to catch up but don't worry as i'll still be here for anything! (´⌣`ʃƪ)

Another reason was because of how indecisive i was for teamwork headcanons between the two. There was supposed to be more explaining how the two work together to watch over their dear but I decided to add it later in the future. I know it'll take another decade to write it out and I really don't wanna hold up this request more than I already have. ( ⚆ _ ⚆ )

Note: This takes place before the Security Breach incident making Moon way less aggressive and sadistic to that Moon.

SUN

♡ *GASP* A NEW CO-WORKER!?! What wonderful news that is! He barely has any older friends (mostly cause adults find him creepy), so he finds the thought of having you around thrilling! When you show up, his visits start as occasional checkups, but soon they become more regular. You are such a caring and kind person to him and the children. He loves getting attention from you so much that every time you look at him, he feels like he's going to burst!

♡ His obsession grows so strong it goes against his intended programming to frequently focus on you. He knows he’s supposed to report problems like this, but he’s sure it can’t be so bad if he feels this happy around you! This has gotten him in trouble with staff and Moon multiple times, but he doesn't understand why. He’s doing his job of making someone happy and that’s his bestest friend in the world!

♡ Sun wants to do EVERYTHING with you. Despite protests, he doesn't want you to feel left out and all gloomy in the corner, so he’s bringing you along on all the things he considers fun! It’s scary when he suddenly scoops you up in his arms and skips at lightning speed across the daycare to where all the activities are. You’ll often find yourself surrounded by children playing games or making crafts. 

♡ Your happiness together is all he wants. When you laugh at the sock puppet he made of you, he feels all warm and fuzzy inside. He wants to make you laugh like that all the time! Anything you guys make is immediately stored and displayed proudly in his room. Now that he thinks about it, he should probably organize it better for the on-growing collection of your belongings and things that remind him of you.

“Wasn’t that so fun, Sunshine!?” 

“Yeah it was but I really gotta get back to work”

“Oh - oh wait! I got another game we can play together!!”

♡ Touchy-feely does not begin to describe how Sun behaves around you. Hand holding, cuddling, hugs, you name it, he wants to do it all. When Sun sees you, he just wants to squish you, and love you, and hold you in his arms forever and ever!! Even when you're busy, he can’t help the urge to pull you into a surprise hug. He would love to try kissing you someday but he gets bashful just thinking about it.

♡ Every time you come back to your desk he’s already got a gift waiting for you there. All four flavors of Fizzy-Fazz (He didn’t know which you wanted, so he got all of them) with a couple of chips and bars. A lot of the drawings with you and him together with hearts all over or the occasional origami around your work desk with sweet messages like “You’re my sunshine!” and “You look very pretty today!”. As cute as it is, it's gotten excessive to the point where you have to clean your desk on a basis.

♡ Like a kid, he’s relentless when getting you to pay attention to him. Unfortunately, this turns him into a huge distraction because, instead of getting your work done, Sunny boy is dancing around insisting you join him for more playtime. This transitions into interactions with co-workers. When someone comes to check on you, he’s already got your attention on something else while he shoos them off the daycare grounds.

♡ Nothing is worse than an unhappy darling. If Sun senses something is wrong, he will panic. Because he's built to recognize distress when he senses it, he's very understanding. So, when he feels you’re hiding something from him, he can’t help stressing over it. Now every minor gesture can be interpreted as a huge sign. You're not in the mood for hugs one morning and he looks at you as if you dropped-kicked a baby. God forbid he finds out he’s the reason you’re unhappy 💀

♡ He’ll try so hard to make it up to you but it only worsens as he realizes it’s becoming futile. He will cling to you more if he thinks you're mad at him. While trying to reassure you of his love, he sounds like he's just reassuring himself. He'll invent any excuse to keep you longer as well. He hates making a mess, but if it means you’ll stay longer, it doesn’t matter! He takes whatever desperate measures are needed, except for violence. The shame and guilt would outweigh whatever reason he had to lash out.

“Sunshine, please don’t go! No! No! NO! I CAN’T let you go!”

MOON

♡ Was it really necessary to have you around…? As grateful as he is to have a helper, he’s been doing fine alone. He’s mostly reclusive, only approaching when needed. It takes Sun’s endless gushing about you and a few approaches for him to warm up to you. When he realizes you are someone he can trust, he’ll make an effort to talk to you more while the children sleep. His biggest comforter becomes you, someone he can watch and protect. Your genuine care turns his curiosity into fascination.

♡ Moon could care less if he’s not supposed to cater to you. He already attends to a group of children so it shouldn't be a problem if he wants you as well. He keeps it discreet around you and other staff though. It’ll only cause trouble if he’s caught acting out. Lucky for him, he can be patient. If it means having you all to himself he has no problem going the extra mile into making you his compliant little star~

♡ Despite being a staff, Moon has a habit of urging you to sleep. Some days he’s more persistent than others. He can be pretty stubborn and, because of that, you often agree with him, so he can stop staring at you from across the room. If you’re really adamant about disobeying him, he has other ways of convincing you too~ Like placing Moondrops in your drink and waiting for them to melt before giving it to you.

♡  He always tells you this is for the best. He only wants what's best for you because your safety and health are his priority. Before you know it, he’ll have you tucked in the softest pillows and blankets. He’ll stroke your hair, whispering sweet nothings as you’re lulled to sleep. There's nothing more addicting than holding your still, peaceful form in his arms. Caressing your soft face while hearing your gentle breathing, he wishes it could last forever. Anyone trying to wake you up is signed up on his hit list. 

“Now now rest, Starlight~” 

“Moon I can’t I really have to finish-” 

“Shhhh… work has no place at bedtime~”

♡ It’s always a battle for him to choose whether he wants to hold you. His intrusive thoughts keep telling him to pick up and cradle you so he can see your cute reactions. On the other hand, he couldn’t risk anyone else seeing him being so clingy. He becomes the stiffest and most awkward bot for physical affection because he can't choose what to do! He is much more daring and demanding when you two are alone. You’ll spend hours locked down in his arms while he’s snuggling against the crook of your neck. Behave and he’ll leave a couple of pecks here and there too.

♡ Moon is deliberate when it comes to his gifts. You won’t receive them from him often, but when you do it's something he knows you needed or wanted. Like the time he saw you shivering, he handed you a daycare-themed sweater or hand-painted mug for all the pens and pencils you've collected. No matter how the gift is, it must be neatly presented to you. Even the energy bars he gets for you are wrapped in a cute blue bow. He prefers to hand you his gifts in person so that way he can see what you like and what he can improve on (also because he really loves the attention he gets from it).

♡ Moon is a sly one. As he prefers a more tranquil darling, he attempts to win you over though it would be easier to kidnap you. His way of doing so is making you more dependent on him. He takes his time studying you before making any moves. When he’s not stalking you he’s manipulating everything around you to his favor. If you’re a kind person he’ll draw you in by making himself look all alone because of those awful rumors of him being scary. If you’re more wary of him he’ll take his time gaining your trust, obeying your every word, and making you feel you’re the only one that can tame him until he can finally claim you as his own.

♡ Moon can be clingy but he never goes as far as to become suffocating. He’ll allow you to have space until he senses someone is trying to interfere. His possessiveness only drives him to stalk your co-workers as well. Everyone is considered an obstacle some more than others and is to be dealt with accordingly. Moon isn’t one for violence but he’s familiar with fear tactics that will surely leave your so-called friends to regret their decision.

♡ If he senses that he is at fault he’ll change himself to be softer but the same can't be said if he believes your co-workers had a hand in your change. He’s working behind the scenes causing “accidents” to happen. Your co-workers will drop like flies and you haven't a single clue why. He hasn't shown you this side because he knows you’ll only make it harder for the both of you. But let’s say you had suspicions. Moon would either downplay the whole thing or put you in "time out". Depends if he believes there's some way he can salvage the last bit of trust in him.

“Naughty Starlight, you are not allowed to leave timeout until I said otherwise~”

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[huramuna]

wine red, tears gold - chapter 6.

king aegon II x baratheon ofc

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a bit of a slower chapter. there should be about 2 more after this & we are at the end (':

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content: smut, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, angst, fluff, arranged marriage, touch-staved aegon, aegon isn't a r*pist in this au but he is still a bad person and has his vices, ofc and aegon need to go to therapy together, justice for jaehaera, awkward sex, kind of a slow burn, infidelity, child loss, vomiting

cloudbursting - kate bush • playdate - melanie martinez

Alicent had thought she saw the last of death for a while. She had seen her grandson killed before her very eyes, seen her daughter’s skewered body upon the ground, a grisly tale of her son skewered through his eye, her other son burnt and suffocated. 

She had seen enough death for a lifetime and then some. 

When she had been awoken in the wee hours of the morn, it was still dark outside. Her handmaiden roused her from sleep with a panicked plea— the queen was in her labors. 

Labors? Lyanna wasn’t pregnant, was she? Surely Alicent would’ve noticed, as they spent every morning together since the girl’s arrival over half a year ago. 

She slipped on a housecoat and was escorted to the maester’s offices, where the robed man swept her aside immediately. 

“What is going on? Her grace cannot be pregnant, surely?” Alicent questioned, eyes narrowed. She didn’t dare look over at the pale figure in the cot, knowing it to be Lyanna. She wasn’t ready yet to see such pain once more. 

“The Queen is… was… roughly five moons along,” he explained softly, “Her chamber maids found her semi-conscious in a pool of her own blood, the room a mess— she… is fighting, surely. But the babe won’t be viable.” 

Alicent blinked profusely, searching the healer’s face for any sign of a farce. “You say she was pregnant?” 

“A matter of speaking, your grace. She is… laboring as we speak. The babe is stuck, however— at an odd angle.” 

“… what does that mean for Lyanna?” she asked, leaning forward. Alicent knew what it meant, of course— death was in the room with them, waiting. 

The maester gave the queen mother a hard look and shook his head. “Keep her in your prayers. The King… should be notified.” 

— 

Alicent sat by Lyanna’s bed, hand in bloody hand with her. The poor girl’s beautiful face was so pale, the blue veins in her half-drawn eyelids were visible. 

The labors weren’t much of a ruckus as they usually would be— Lyanna was severely numbed by milk of the poppy, and the maesters pulled out the babe. Alicent caught sight of it— its skin was gray and scaly, with a ridged tail and little budding horns, as well as a pair of perfectly miniature wings. It didn’t breathe, nor cry. 

“A son, your grace,” the maester announced solemnly.

The sight made Alicent want to vomit, but she swallowed it back, focusing on Lyanna. “You did so well, my love,” she cooed, dabbing her forehead with a damp cloth, “You did so well.” 

“See… may I… see the… the babe?” Lyanna asked, her voice so quiet that only Alicent could hear. 

Alicent’s heart clenched, brow furrowed. “Not yet, sweetling. They’re wiping him off now. Do you have a name in mind for him?” 

“Aeron,” Lyanna breathed, “For… Aemond… and Daeron…” 

A tear rolled down Alicent’s face as she leaned close to Lyanna, pressing their foreheads together. “Oh, my sweet girl,” she whispered, “My sweet, sweet girl. You’re the purest of us all, my love.” she cried fully now, eyes closed. She cared so deeply for the Queen, as if she were her own, or mayhaps more, and seeing the girl in pain agonized Alicent. 

Alicent Hightower wept for Lyanna, Aemond, Daeron, and Aeron. 

— 

Aegon did not arrive until hours later, after he’d been found. He bursted into the room like an ignited dragon. “Where’s my wife? My son?” he demanded. Otto followed behind him. 

Alicent stood up, her white nightgown stained in a bit of blood. She stared at her son, eyes narrowed with a fury she hadn’t felt in so long. “Out, Aegon— she’s asleep, finally, out, out!” she hissed, turning the King around and shoving him out of the chamber, closing the door behind them. 

SMACK.

Alicent laid a firm slap across Aegon’s face. “What took you so long?! Your wife was bleeding out, laboring your babe into the world much too early! And I saw the marks on her— she isn’t one of your whores, Aegon! What in the Gods’ names are you doing to her?” 

Aegon’s eyes immediately watered and he was the very image of a pathetic little puppy. He sniffed. “I didn’t— ‘twas part of our game, mother, I swear!” he simpered. “I never meant it… in a bad way.”

“Your game? Your game? Marriage isn’t a game, Aegon. Sex isn’t a game. You’re the only one she’s ever laid with and that is how you treat her?” Alicent was beyond fuming, not only for her good-daughter, but something within herself that has been long locked away. “Like some toy? She doesn’t know that it’s supposed to be gentle and loving— she must think that it’s normal to be treated in such a way.” 

The king shifted uneasily back and forth, looking down at his feet. 

“You never learn, do you? You’re just like your father.” she finally spat, eye to eye with her son. Her brown eyes were eclipsed with rage, lip curled before she descended back into the room to sit by Lyanna once more. 

Aegon didn’t follow— but he didn’t leave the Keep, either. Later that eve, the outside of his chambers was littered with discarded wine bottles, broken glass strewn about. 

— 

It was a week before Lyanna finally came back to herself— she was mostly coherent, eyes flitting about the room. A chair, now empty, was set next to her cot. 

There was another chair on the other side of the bed, which was filled. A tiny blonde head bobbed up and down behind a book. 

Jaehaera. 

She was reading, outloud, from a children’s book, legs kicking softly as she read. “It’s said that beyond the wall… there are dragons made of ice. They do not breathe fire, but blow frost from their gullets. Giants with feet as large as…” she paused, squinting, “wheelhouses, are said to ride the ice dragons to battle.” 

“Do you believe that, princess?” Lyanna murmured, her voice hoarse from disuse. “Ice dragons and giants?” 

Jaehaera blinked, her eyes going wide as she realized that her audience was awake. She ducked behind the book, crossing and uncrossing her legs. 

Lyanna hadn’t spent much time with Jaehaera, to be truthful. She didn’t wish to force herself upon the melancholic girl and wished for her to take her time to open up. The young princess had attended breakfast with Lyanna and Alicent a number of times, but usually didn’t speak, unless whispering something to Alicent. 

Jaehaera peeked over the book, her violet eyes looking at Lyanna cautiously. “… yes. I believe in ice dragons. Grandmother says…” she giggled softly, pulling the book down further to reveal a small smile, “that they aren’t real n’ the book is made up. But I know the truth.” 

“And what is the truth? You must tell,” Lyanna hummed, shifting herself in the cot so she was facing Jaehaera, giving the young girl her full attention. “I must know.” 

“They’re real n’ just sleeping beneath the snow, and they lay their eggs in the giant wall in the North. But… they take two… hundred years to hatch!” 

“Two hundred years? That’s quite a long time to wait for a baby dragon.” 

“Yup. I’m patient, though. Grandmother says it's my best… quar-lity.” 

“Quality, sweetling.” 

“Qual-ity.” Jaehaera repeated. 

Lyanna gave a reassuring smile. “You look quite deep into the book— how long have you been reading for?” 

“I came with grandmother… five days ago n’ started reading this to you… four days ago. I thought it might be nice to listen, even if you were sleeping…” she nods to herself, slowly coming out of her shell. “Sometimes, when I sleep, I hear stuff around me and it enters my dreams.” 

“Thank you for reading to me, sweet girl. I thought I recalled hearing about ice dragons in my dreams,” Lyanna chuckled. “Will you keep reading to me? Even if I’m not asleep?” 

Jaehaera looked down at the book, swinging her legs again. Her cheeks puffed slightly and she looked a bit bashful. “Uhmmm… maybe. Did… you still want to hear it?” she peered at the queen, head tilted. “… I don’t get to do much with friends anymore… they’ve all gone. Grandmother likes my reading but… sometimes she starts crying n’ I have to stop. Father is… too busy.” 

The queen felt her heart clench. Out of all of the victims of the Dance— Jaehaera, in her mind, had suffered the most. She lost nearly everyone. “Of course, I’d love to hear you read more. I’m quite interested in what else is beyond the wall, and I simply won’t believe what anyone else has to say about it, it must be you, dear princess.” 

The little princess gave a little giggle before she continued to read. 

—

The queen and the princess were inseparable for the next moon– as they had found some sort of comfort in one another. Lyanna would stop to Jaehaera’s chambers and escort the young girl to Alicent where all three of them broke their fast together.

It was certainly an odd feeling for Lyanna, as she never had been really good with children, so to speak. But after Aeron, she felt something was lost from within her. She only remembered glimpses of her son before they took him away. The sight of him, so tiny and riddled with golden and red scales like a little lizard, with a tail and leathery wings. The sight of him had sickened a few of the attending maids, causing them to vomit and clutch their proverbial pearls. 

She thought him a beautiful little boy and wished to know if he had his father’s violet eyes, or her brown. 

In her dreams, he had a curly mop of white blonde hair and brown eyes with flecks of violet, like wisteria petals upon a pond, shaded by a tree. He would speak to her in hushed tones, holding and tugging on her hand, babbling all sorts of nonsense like children do. She never saw beyond the confines of the small garden they would be in, the outskirts of her vision creeping in lilting black and hazy purple. 

But, nevertheless, it was an oasis, bright and sprightly like the first warmth of spring’s sun, warming their skin as Lyanna held Aeron to her hip, peppering him with kisses and love, while they watched ducks swim around in the petal speckled water. Dipping their toes into the chilled pool, a figure would approach. Another crop of blonde hair, somehow so familiar to Lyanna. The shape and gait of the shadow would liken itself to Aegon, but Lyanna could never see his face. He was dressed in black and green, with the crown of the Conqueror upon his brow, the indent of a smile perked upon his silhouette as he sat beside them. 

Aeron would be between them, speaking a language that Lyanna didn’t understand, but it sounded similar to High Valyrian. Aegon’s shadow would converse back, but his voice sounded so far away and disjointed, like a distant memory. The specter of the king would take off his crown, and hang it upon Aeron’s curled mop, flashing a toothy white smile and singing praises. A smile Lyanna longed to see. 

But it wasn’t real.

None of it was.

Aeron would never grow to be that sprightly little boy, and Aegon… the version that she’d concocted in her head of him didn’t exist. 

It likely never would.

These dreams, ever repeating ever since she lost Aeron, would make her wake in a cold sweat, already crying, her nightgown clinging to her like a second skin, sticky and itching. She would get up and pace, trying her best not to wake Jaehaera, who had snuck into her rooms more than once when she had a nightmare, a frequent plague for the young princess.

Some might consider Lyanna’s dreams something of joy– but they seemed like a nightmare to her, an illusion that made her feel like she was going mad. It felt so real, that when she awoke, she could feel her fingers grazing through Aeron’s curls, the soft smell of him was alive and well in her room. Until a gust of wind would dissipate it. 

And she would be alone with her thoughts, her longings and her dreams once again. She would crawl back into bed and wrap her arms around Jaehaera.

One eve, late into the night, Lyanna felt the indent of weight upon her bed. She didn’t open her eyes, as she was still flitting between consciousness and sleep– but her hand wandered over, expecting to feel Jaehaera. “... bad dreams, Haera?” she mumbled, her hand searching for the little princess’ own.

“... ‘tis not Jaehaera.” a voice murmured. Aegon.

Lyanna’s eyes snapped open, turning towards her husband, whom she hadn’t spoken to or really seen since Aeron’s passing. “Aegon?”

“... yes.” he whispered. He sounded small, like his vocal chords were stuck in a shell, echoing and far-flung from his usual cocksure smugness. 

“Are you… alright?” she asked then. She should be angry, she really should– but she had just had her dream again, where he had been so alive, so lovely and right that she couldn’t be mad at him in the moment. Her mind was still swimming with the illusion she’d created of him.

“No,” he breathed, shifting closer to her slightly. “Something is wrong with me.”

“Are you ill? Shall… I get up and call a maester?”

“No–” he pressed, his hand reaching out to grasp Lyanna’s wrist. It wasn’t harsh or forceful, but urgent, like a plea. “Stay. I… I need to explain myself.”

Her muscles tensed for a moment as she felt his hand upon her. It was warm and slightly calloused, but familiar nonetheless. “... okay.”

“I haven’t… picked up a bottle in near a moon, nor… touched a whore. I-I’ve been good,” Aegon whimpered. “I’m so sorry, Lyanna. For everything– Gods, I’m a fucking monster. I-I don’t know why I’ve done the things I did or said. It’s eating me from the inside like a sickness,” he took a shaky breath, sniffling all the while. He was crying. “I-I… I wanted to push you away. The moment I saw you with your… big brown eyes, so close to tears– I felt sorry for you, to be paired with me. You were good and pure and innocent– you didn’t deserve any of this– if I hadn’t been such a fucking coward, you… might still be carrying our son.” 

Lyanna didn’t say anything, but her breath hitched slightly at his words. They were clear and concise– tear laden and full of sorrow but it was the most sober she’d ever seen him, the most lucid.

“I can’t feel that it's my fault. Because I was too weak to say no to them, to put my foot down and refuse. I basically killed them all,” he continued. “I’m just a Godsdamned coward and I should be put down like a dog for what I’ve done, for what I allowed to happen– my entire family save for three people who don’t see me as anything more than a disappointment are all dead, Lyanna– I could’ve… I should’ve… I should’ve kicked and fought against it, told them to fucking stick the crown where the sun doesn’t shine. What kind of brother usurps his sister’s throne? What… why did I let that happen?” his hand was shaking against her wrist now, his voice breaking into small blubbers. “I’m a fucking Kinslayer, Lyanna.”

She didn’t know what to say, truly. But the sheer ache she felt in the depth of her chest caused her to reach out her free hand and thread her fingers into his hair, pulling him closer to her as he cried, his entire body violently wracked with his sorrow. 

It all suddenly made sense to her– the drinking, the whoring, the violence, the barbed words. He was punishing himself, his damnation pushing away everything that may even be a little good in his life. He was sentencing himself to a life of ruination until it consumed him completely, leaving nothing left behind but a husk; all because he thought he deserved it. Because he thought he killed everyone he’d ever loved.

It made sense. 

Lyanna held him close to her chest, hushing and soothing his sobs. He had let go of her wrist to wrap his arms around her in turn. “I know,” she breathed, holding him like she had wished to in her dreams, tightly as so he wouldn’t disappear. “You only tried to… please… them– didn’t you?”

He nodded slowly.

“You just wanted to be loved.”

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[f10urishing]

love between tension-filled moments

♡; a collection of ways that chishiya likes to rile you up with, to distract you from how much he cares about you

♡; warnings: suggestive

♡; wordcount: 2.7k

Chishiya is a bit of a sadist, it’s something he can even admit to himself.

He just can’t help it though something about your face burning with embarrassment, the heat radiating off you while your breath is restrained. The air held in your lungs disrupts your usual pattern of breathing. It’s almost like your body halts for a moment, muscles tense and unmoving. Nevertheless, your heart beats rapidly full of life and Chishiya has to resist the urge to drag his fingers across your neck to your pulse point, feeling each beat of your heart. He snickers at the thought, he is a cardiologist after all and it won’t be hard to tell how much your heart rate has increased, an easy calculation. Though his favorite part is your eyes so sweet and wide, avoiding his gaze just makes him wanna tilt your face towards his, grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger. 

Breaking you down and building you back up is probably his favorite pastime, nothing could be more amusing. He knows it sounds terrible to toy with you like this, clearly having a significant effect on you but you’re just so adorable. Besides he knows the depths of your soul: raw and bare for him, he also knows you like it as well. 

If he really is such a terrible sadist that puts you through so much, then he surmises you must be a masochist that loves it all anyways.

the electric touch of bare skin:

The mandated attire for the Beach doesn’t leave much to the imagination, yet Chisihiya imagines it still. Your bathing suit leaves you pretty exposed with the entirety of your arms and legs as well as your midriff out. He loves to stare and does it more than you know, unable to control where his eyes drift towards.

The thought of you makes him yearn, turning his head to the window he searches for your form. The moon reflected off the chlorine water in the pool gives you a slight glow as you laugh beside Kuina. He sets down the invention that he was adjusting, it should give him an advantage for later, but for right now he slips loose of the thought of survival to gaze at you from his room. 

Looking down he can see your damp hair and the slightest shake of your shoulders. He sighs, of course, you don’t bring any kind of jacket with you when take a swim on a cold night. You’d probably catch a cold if you stay out any longer without a jacket and Chishiya begins to make his way down to you. Strangely, he doesn’t mind, but then again he never seems to mind when it comes to you. 

“Seriously Kuina I feel like my heart is gonna burst around him! I can’t take being around him but I hate being far from him too. I don’t think I’ve ever liked anyone so much” You whine with your face in your hands.

Her laughter rings throughout the empty pool, most still in games or resting from them. “Still not used to dating him? ”

“I guess you could phrase it like that, but it’s more like he affects me so strongly that I don’t think I could ever get used to it”

Ah, this is what you and Kuina were talking about, you really are adorable.

Your faced Kuina and as he walked toward you, he couldn’t help but drag his fingertips across your back and blow hot air in one of your ears. You jumped a little and Chishiya could see the goosebumps on your shoulders, either from him or the cold temperature. Your relaxed form quickly tensed up.

“You must really like me,” a smirk formed on his face as you whipped your head around in surprise.

“Chishiya! I thought you were still busy,” your voice trembled a bit, high pitched from shock”

“I needed a break, and I wanted some fresh air,” he lied unable to admit how weak you make him.

“Oh, that’s perfect then, it’s getting late but since they still wanted to stay out I didn’t wanna leave them alone. Chishiya you should keep them company for me instead.” Kuina yawned and stretched out her arms, “I’m still beat from the game I played so I’m gonna go get some rest, see you guys tomorrow.” You watched as she walked into the hotel, and how she turned back to give you a cute wink. 

You want to ignore it, to act as if you aren’t highly affected by Chishiya’s lone presence. The usually bustling pool with a seemingly never-ending party gave way to an entirely different feeling when void of others, making you aware the only witness to whatever took place between you and him tonight would be the moonlight that illuminated his face. A feeling of hope washes over, just the possibility that Chishiya would lower his inhibitions and perhaps give you a piece of his heart. Unbeknownst to you, he’d give you his whole heart if he could.

You’re proven right when he slides directly next to you on the poolside lounge chair, leaving little space between the two of you. Chishiya’s touch is rare which is why you find yourself feeling grateful to be seated, as the warmth of his thigh seeping into yours makes your legs feel weak.

“You’re cold,” he states plainly.

“Maybe you're just warm,” you giggle slightly despite him being right.

He sighs before lazily unzipping his hoodie, “Don’t get sick with a cold, the next time we go out make sure to get a jacket”

He takes it in his hands and wraps it around your shoulders before letting his hands drag down to your arms. The cold temperature of them makes him rub them, and the continuous up and down of his hands against you makes your head spin. The addition of his jacket doesn’t help, his smell of fresh laundry now consuming you fully.

It’s all too much for your racing heart, yet not enough making you crave more. Ah, it’s just too in character of Chishiya to give you just enough to make you crave, to feel unsatisfied but drive you crazy nevertheless. The only warmth in your body currently comes from him; the jacket surrounding your form, the heat he emits by your side, and the rush of blood that comes to your face. 

It takes all the power in you to turn to face his eyes, even more so to reach for his hand. The grip of his hand is loose but you know neither of you wanted to let go in this moment. 

“Is my jacket and presence right up against you not enough?” His smirks clearly showing this ordeal was never solely focused on your warmth.

“No, after all I really like you,” conforming his previous words. “So much that I’ll put up with whatever bothersome teasing you put me through.”

He laughs at your blunt honesty, then smiles at how endearing you are. Chishiya knows that you could get him to fulfill any wish you have, including the end to your craving.

For now, though he’ll just continue to hold your hand and admire the look on your face when he leaves you hungry for more.

the moments before a kiss:

“Chishiya, this position tires out my arms,” your words come out shaky cause of how breathless you are. 

Though he makes no move to loosen his grip on your wrists, positioned on either side of your head. 

The gaze of his eyes trails upwards from your lips to your eyes, “I’ll make it worth it.”

The intense gaze of his half-lidded eyes held magnetism that easily drew you in, you force yourself to turn away or else you’d be trapped in them forever. To be truthful, as well as you knew Chishiya, you couldn’t understand his reasoning for this. Pinning you against the wall, making you unable to move except to close the proximity between the two of you is a bit much.

Faced away from him, your eyes wander to the clock on his bedstand, 12:56 AM. The numbers taunt you, making you realize the large span of time since you left for your game. Exhaustion drains your entire body with the 4 of spades being the prime reason. The game was simple in concept yet, it compensated for it with the amount of hours it took to win. Unluckyness preyed on you, making you one of the last to return home. 

Oh. . . 

“Chishiya did you m–” you’re cut yourself off when he leans in close and licks a strip of your neck. The slight feeling of his teeth against your skin makes your eyes roll back, head hitting the wall as well. The surprising feeling is a lot to take, the kind your body can’t handle in a weary state. Your body weakens for a moment, knees buckling and he uses his to press against your inner thigh to stabilize you, chuckling as he helps you. 

You feel the continuous fanning of his breath, and you can’t resist the urge to turn back to face him. Eyes are the window to the soul and Chishiya wants yours burned into him. The space between you two now almost nonexistent with his lips coming close to brushing yours. The answer to your question comes when Chishiya lets go of your wrists, to tuck a piece of your hair behind the ear. 

His fingertips ghost the rim of your ear to your jaw until he takes ahold of your chin, eyes fluttering to close. It only feels natural to close your eyes as well and expect the slightly rough feeling of Chishiya’s lips against yours. 

You wait only until the realization hits that you don’t feel anything. When you open your eyes you see Chishiya, pulled away from you with amusement written all over his face.

“Seriously! What was all that for then? What happened to making it worth it?” Annoyance bubbles within your chest.

The only thing Chishiya can do is widen his smirk before letting his hand rub the top of your head as some sort of apology. 

“Oh, it was very worth it to me,” the air exhaling from his nose showed he found it all too humorous, leaving you to sigh.

While it’s true Chishiya did find your expression priceless, even he couldn’t deny that he yearned for your lips. It’s a foreign feeling to be so irrationally concerned about another’s being, how you ignite such a feeling? An answer he knows very well but is unable to face, so he turns away from your lips until he can face the depths of his heart.

extending a moment in time:

You bite down to bear the pain, though you’re sure Chishiya does it harsher than necessary, for both his amusement and to punish you.

His lithe fingers are beautiful and always slightly cool, it’s entrancing to watch him change your bandages for you. The only thing that brings you back to reality is the tightness around your wrist. 

A sigh comes from Chishiya before he speaks, “Can never stay out of trouble can you?”

“It just follows me wherever I go,” you laugh trying to ignore the annoyance in his eyes, instead glancing at your dominant arm. 

Differing hues of purple run down your arm, contrasting the clean white that wrapped around the joint of your thumb to your wrist. The wound you unfortunately received was from a knife that had cut into your skin during a clubs game. When Chishiya first disinfected it, he would tell you how lucky you got that the wound wasn’t deep and that none of your tendons were severed, explaining the painful consequences of what could’ve happened. You thought otherwise though, finding an injury on the back of your hand bothersome, limiting the mobility of your dominant hand.

The frequency of which you’ve dropped your utensils is more than you’d like to admit, the clumsy way you now move through what would-be simple tasks is embarrassing. The unnatural feeling of holding anything in your non-dominant hand is awkward. Though from a certain perspective, you can view your newfound injury as lucky especially since Chishisya is right by your side, willing to assist with anything you need. 

Chishiya had become just a little sweeter throughout this ordeal. Warmth in your chest forms when you think back to when he fed you, though at first he did watch in entertainment as you struggled to eat your breakfast. While still wanting his time alone, he at least tells you now and sends Kuina to take care of you when he can’t, no longer disappearing without a word. 

Your recovery time isn’t long, but neither was your visa. The gods must have taken pity on you since you thankfully ended up in a simple 3 of diamonds game. Chishiya insisted that he come with you despite having more than enough days left on his visa and in the car, his grip on your hand was tight. Before you had entered the venue, he made you lean against the wall and bent down on one knee. Grabbing your foot, he placed it on his other knee to tie the laces of your sneakers, you hadn’t even realized they came undone. From that angle, you could see Chishiya’s usual poker face slipping, with sweat running down his neck. All you could do was squeeze his shoulder in reassurance that you’d still be by his side once the game ended.

Ever since then, you haven’t seen much of Chishiya. You try your best to brush it off, but even then he didn’t tell you, and the period of time since you’ve last talked has grown to be longer than usual. Having the weight of it on your mind wouldn’t do anything for you so decide to look for Kuina instead of thinking too hard about it

As you look in the mirror – intending it to be a quick look before leaving – you notice that in the back the usual bow you tie that keeps your top upright came undone. You want to sigh for the terrible timing of such an inconvenience. Even the slight turn of your wrist hurts and you wouldn't want to risk opening the wound, delaying your recovery further. Kuina wasn’t far, her room being at the end of the hall, that is if she even was in her room. 

You weigh out your options on what you should do, too preoccupied with your thoughts to notice the click of your door.

He takes notice of your furrowed eyebrows and untied top, “Need my help with this too?”

You jump slightly, in shock from being brought out of your thoughts as well as from Chishiya’s presence.

“It’s not like I can ask someone else,” the words awkwardly fumble out of your mouth.

A smirk forms as he makes his way to you, his form directly behind you. The exhale of his breath can be felt on the back of your neck, and Chishiya can only chuckle at you. The sound redirects your attention to the mirror in front of you, your eyes meeting his through it. You watch as he slides his hand down your shoulder to your arms, intertwining your hands together at the end.

“Relax you’re too tense, I’m helping you put on your clothes” 

The temperature of the room feels hotter when you think of the other option Chishiya implies, you drop the tension in your shoulders and try to appear unfazed, though he knows you’re not. He lets go of your grip to grab the two strains of polyester around your neck, thick silence fills the air as you stare at Chishiya’s concentrated face. No matter how much you try, it’s impossible to ignore his fingertips slowly grazing your neck in the process. You know that Chishiya knows how to tie a knot, anyone does, yet he drags out the process with mirth in his eyes. 

“Done,” He says, finishing a minute longer than it should have been taken. 

You search for his eyes through the mirror again, he stands unmoving from his close position to you. All of it frustrates you to no end, the tension that he builds up only to break it by doing nothing with it. So, when he tilts his head closer to yours, through your hazy mind you turn to finally close the space between you and Chishiya.

#chishiya x reader #aib x reader #aib fluff #chishiya shuntaro x reader #chishiya fluff #alice in boderland x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib imagines #chishiya imagine #.heartthrob!

[pinejayy]

╰┈➤ Scars || Demon Slayer Drabbles/Headcanons

including: the upper moons

summary: @haikiria-san asked for upper moons having their significant other having scars and a story like obanai.

warnings: scar mention,, bad past

Kokushibo

-He would disappointed in the people who mistreated you, like how could someone treat a human being so badly? And to also harm them and treat them like some kind of animal. But you don't need to worry about getting hurt anymore, he will protect you, and if anyone tries to lay a finger on you he'll hurt them and make them suffer. And he also knows that you could be very insecure about your scars on your face and he always tries his best to cheer you up. The Demon doesn't mind if you cover them up or not, he won't push you into showing him your scars. But if you do show him your scars he place gentle kisses along them. And whisper sweet things. "I know you're hurting my love, but from now on I'll protect you."

Kokushibo will gladly hold you close as you vent about your past, and as you're venting he'll run his fingers along your shoulders and place small kisses along your face.

Kokushibo will protect you like there's no tomorrow, he doesn't allow the other Upper Moons near you, and if they dare say anything about your scars he will slash their throats.

Douma

-He would be very interested into your past, you had a tragic back story. He knew human being were terrible creatures but he didn't know that they were capable of hurting someone so badly, to have them locked in a cage and to scar them. When you opened up to him he was shocked that you had so much trust on him and yes you were hesitant at first but you really do care about him and with that being said he will protect you. He won't allow anyone near you, and oh boy! If one of his Cult members were to get near you he'll give them a slow death. Also Douma can't help it but admire your scars, like he says they give you personality and that you look like you're always smiling. "I know I can't change the past, but I will protect you from now on."

Douma's favorited thing to do is run his nails along your scars as your sitting on his lap. "My, what beauty scars my Love, they really do bring you together."

Douma is a prick tbh, but he does care about you. Well in his own way, yes he's very playful but he will do anything to protect you. No one will harm you while you belong to him.

Akaza

-Oh boy! He would be heart broken. How could someone you call family hurt you and lock you in a cage! How could a parent do that to their child and not feel bad for it. He wishes he could save you back then, but he can't change the past. But he can protect you for the future. And he will! Akaza felt really connected when you told him about your past, and when you showed him your scars. He really felt appreciated that you have trust in him. Even with him being an Upper Moon, you still trusted him. With that being said this boy won't let anyone harm you, he will always keep an eye on you. He will always be by your side, he just wants to make you feel safe and loved. And your scars won't change anything, he'll see them as battle scars. “With me by your side no one will hurt you, not a single soul my Dear.”

Akaza would want to be by your side all the time, but that's not possible with him going on missions. So before leaving for a mission he'll give you a big hug and kiss your scars. "I'll be back soon as possible Y/N."

Akaza hates the other Upper Moons especially Douma. So if Douma were to say something about you or your scars he would see red.

Hantengu

-Oh Gezz...This man would be sobbing like crazy when you told him about your past. How could Humans be so terrible, how could they do that to an innocent child! Hantengu just wants to sob as he holds you close, he wants to be there for you. And when you showed him your scars he went crazy. You had so much trust in him! And him from all Demons! But he can’t help but feel anger towards the people who did this to you, if he could he would slaughter them and eat their flesh. But since they are dead he only hopes that they are burning in hell. That’s where they belong. But Hantengu promised you that he will protect you, and he will always be by your side like a lost puppy. "I wish I could make the people who caused you so much pain suffer."

Hantengu would be less of a crying coward around you, he wants to be the one to protect you. And he will protect you, and if you need more protection he won't hesitate to send the clones to protect you. Because wow imagine four Demons protecting you. Now that's a story for a other time.

Hantengu can't help but feel sadness when he sees your scars. He'll hold you and cry softly. "Oh my Love, I'll keep you safe."

Gyokko

-Hyo Hyo Hyo! When you told him about your tragic past he couldn't help but laugh at you. Was this some kind of sick joke of yours? So at first he didn't take you so seriously but when you showed him your scars to prove your point he went pale...paler? So you weren't lying about your past? And if so why did you tell him? Did you really trust him that much and if you did he was touched. I mean of course you would trust him, I mean who wouldn't! But Gyokko would honestly pity you about your past but then again humans are terrible so he isn't surprised that someone could do this. But this doesn't change the way he thinks about you, you're still the same person he fell in love with. But from now on he's going to protect you and keep an eye on you. "Don't worry my precious Art Piece, when you're with me nothing will hurt you."

Gyokko would act like he doesn't really care about your past but deep down he feels bad. Yes he knows how humans can be, but why you? What did you do to deserve this pain?

Gyokko would look at your scars "Hmm...I know it hurts. But it makes you unique."

Gyutaro

-A other reason why he hates humans, how could someone do this to you! Especially if they were your family. How could your family lock you up in a cage and cause damage to your beautiful face. Family are supposed to protect and love each other! But he does feel appropriated when you did open up to him about your past and when you showed him your scars. When he saw your scars he couldn't help but run a shaky finger on your scars. Frowning and shaking his head in disappointment. Gyutaro wishes he could make your family pay for what they did. But as for now he will protect you along with protecting Daki. You two are the only things he cares about in this cruel world. "Y/N, I promise to love and protect you. Nothing will harm you ever again. Not on my watch."

Gyutaro hates whenever anyone goes near you, well besides Daki. She is the only person he can trust. But anyone else is a big no. And if they go near you he'll rip their heads off.

Gyutaro won't care about your scars, and if you're feeling insecure about them he'll kiss them gently and remind you how beautiful and strong you are.

#demon slayer #kny #x reader #reader insert #kokushibo #Douma #akaza #hantengu #Gyokko #gyutaro #Headcanons #drabble

[babydin]

Love in the Middle of a Firefight - PART THREE

The pregnancy is easy, despite the circumstances. The pregnancy was the easy part, Joel was supportive, he helped out, he ran around like a Retriever whenever you asked him to and Ellie asked a million questions every single day. But when the baby arrives Joel doesn't know if he remembers how to love something so fragile. - Joel Miller x f!reader - 18+, minors DNI! - (3/?) - Joel is dad, Joel is Daddy, paternal postnatal depression, pregnancy sex, oral. Not necessarily in this chapter, but for sure in this series!! Trauma references. Domesticated af. Angsty in places! - 1200 words  - Comments/likes appreciated. Requests are open! A/N: Warning? for a cheeky finger bang and Joel being silly. Taglist 💜: @this--is--music @starkleila @finnsbubblegum @daddy-din

Joel assures you that nothing bad is going to happen. You’re starting to think Joel is full of shit.

PART ONE - PART TWO

You didn’t hear Joel come home. You were busy rearranging furniture in the spare bedroom that had once been a study and gradually in the 6 months of your pregnancy had become a nursery with the help of the people of Jackson. They came around with clothes, and toys outgrown, nothing like that ever got thrown away here; if it could be fixed, it was fixed, only if it was beyond repair did anything ever get tossed away but there was always someone who was good at fixing something.  You hadn’t seen your toes for a while, Ellie assured you they were still there. Your back was starting to hurt, Joel was pretty good at massages. As you shifted things around, you had on the soundtrack from Dirty Dancing. The movie seemed like a distant memory now, in light of everything it felt like it must’ve been a hundred years ago. Time moves differently in Jackson. You swayed to the beat of Eric Carmen singing about Hungry Eyes, hanging a mobile with plush moons and stars above the crib Joel had built, when suddenly the song changed. You heard Joel’s familiar humming over your shoulder and didn’t bother turning around, “Please don’t fuck with my music.” you ask him. “It’s your favorite.” He says, turning up the volume a little. He skipped ahead to Love Is Strange, your brain scrambles a little as he jumps the song forward then moves to hop up on the dresser. “What are you doing?” you ask, giggling softly. “Sylvia?” You don’t answer but Sylvia does ‘Yes, Mickey?’ Joel puts his hands on the edge of the dresser and leans forward a little way, “How do you call your lover boy?” he cups his good ear and waits for you to answer, you just blush and shake your head and let Sylvia take this one too ‘Come here, lover boy!’ Joel flicks his wrists a little in a ‘what gives?’ kind of way, he knows you’ll crack soon; “And if he doesn’t answer?” Your features drop and you smile through your bashful cheeks and play along with him, “Oh lover boy.” you sing-song to the music, your tone a little more sultry than that on the track. “And if he still doesn’t answer?” he beckoned you closer “I simply say… baby,” you let out a playful giggle as Joel plays the air guitar, “oh baby,” you move closer to him, he continues to strum the imaginary guitar to the beat between your words, “my sweet baby. You’re the one.” Joel slides down off the dresser, his hands immediately cradling your stomach at either side as you both sway a little to the music as it fades away. “You’re the sexiest thing I know,” Joel complimented, smiling down at you with that smile he reserved only for you. You scoff and put a hand on top of his. “I feel like a whale. My back hurts. He’s heavy.” “Oh she is, is she?” Joel teased and you swatted his arm. You had been arguing over the sex of your baby for the last two months, but the fact was neither of you cared so long as they were healthy and safe. “Do you wanna go sit down? Go on and sit down, I’ll bring you some water. Take a rest for a little while.” You put your hand on his chest and steal a kiss from his lips, thinking about how lucky you are to get to see this side of him. You cradle your stomach as you make your way across to the bedroom you shared with Joel, you kick off your slippers - although for some weeks now you haven’t been entirely sure of your own feet because you haven’t seen them, but Joel assures you they’re still there - then you meander over to the bed and perch on the edge of it. It’s an immediate relief to not have the weight of yourself bearing down on your ankles and your legs start to burn, you wonder how much longer you have to endure this but the thought of childbirth scares you. The thought of childbirth without a proper hospital scares you even more. Joel assures you that nothing bad is going to happen. You’re starting to think Joel is full of shit. He comes in, as promised, with a glass of water for you and you thank him quietly. Joel sets it down on the bedside table and sits the pillows up so he can sit up against them, his legs spread and his arms open and he makes a grunting sound that, since knowing him, you have learned means ‘come here’. You shuffle back on the bed and nestle between his legs, his arms fall around you like a rugged scarf as you back presses into his chest; one that smells of sawdust, leather and very faint undertones of gasoline. “What have you been doing today?” you ask him, curious about the gasoline smell more than anything. His hands dig into your hips in the most blissful way, his massaging motions making you close your eyes and sink into him, “I spent most of it helping the Goldbergs with their yard. Their lawn wanted mowing so I did that -” you smile, that explained the gasoline “ - then I built somethin’ to help Mrs. Goldberg get up an’ down better when she’s out tendin’ to her begonias.” “Oh begonias,” you chuckle, “that’s a pretty word to be comin’ out of your mouth Mr. Miller.” “B’gonias.” he repeated, his Southern drawl a little thicker. One of your legs lifts and bends slightly to rest on his,  parting your thighs a little as he continues to massage your thighs, moving under your rotund belly. “How have you been feeling today?” he asks, his hands move in a little to massage the joint from the inside, his fingers graze over your pubic bone and unintentionally tug at the muscles in your crotch and you start to feel a tingle that has you subconsciously parting your legs a little more. You wonder if he knows what he’s doing or if it’s accidental. “Pregnant.” you answer on a chuckle, letting your head fall back against his shoulder. Joel kissed your temple, his facial hair tickling just slightly, “The last bit will fly by… They’ll be here before we know it.” One of his hands moved between your thighs and brushed lightly over your sex through the fabric of the leggings and panties you were wearing but quickly wished you weren’t. He buried his face into your neck and kissed it slowly, his lips sucked and his tongue followed to soothe where he had marked. Between your legs, that hand followed a similar massaging pattern as it had shown to your hips, his free hand slipped under your shirt - which was actually Joel’s shirt because none of your own felt comfortable anymore - and his hand found your breast and he cupped it with a delicate touch. He had been so gentle with you since you had fallen pregnant, your body was changing, it was more sensitive than it had ever been and he followed your lead at all times. He listened when you said more, he listened when you told him no. You had never felt so safe.

 Hushed moans tumble from your parted lips as he warms up your body for more of him, arousal pools in your underwear and your legs spread even more for him. You push back into him as your thumbs hook into the waistband of your lower garments, you make a quick adjustment of your body and push your hips up using Joel as leverage, and push the clothes down as far as you are able then kick them off the rest of the way before resuming your original position. Joel’s hand is quick to return to your core, a hum vibrates against your ear from him when he feels how wet you are for him. Thick fingers slide between your folds with ease in languid forward and back strokes, each backstroke he catches your clit against the pad of his finger and it coaxes a moan out of you. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl.” he whispers in your ear. You know he doesn’t want dirty talk, he wants consent. He wants to know how far he can take it, because he’s been nothing but attentive to your needs throughout. “This.” you breathe out, “I just want you to play with me like this…” “Can I put my fingers inside you, kitten?” The fact he cares enough to ask turns you on even more. Joel’s protective side is lethal. You consider his question as all coherency slowly leaves your body as he continues his ministrations, then you shake your head softly. “Are y’okay with me touchin’ your breasts like this?” You nod your head gently, “Just don’t squeeze.” Joel kisses your jaw tenderly as a silent sign that his line of questioning is over. You hear his fingers moving over your slick labia and your whole body tingles as he knows just how to make you weak. His digits begin to move in circular motions, he’s hitting every nerve ending you have down there and it has your toes curling and your fingers gripping at his thighs. He kisses your neck again in the same way he did before and your head falls away from him like a ragdoll to give him the room to do so. This is the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while. His fingers move up to concentrate on your throbbing clit, pushing through your delicate folds to expose it from its hood with his index and ring finger spreading you apart, and then rubbing it with his middle finger. He started with slow circles, but he kept one eye on your body and his good ear on the sound of your breathing as it picked up the closer you came to your release. The pace he had set had you teetering on the edge, and it was excruciating, your hips pushed and rolled into his hand in a desperate attempt to get more from him and one of your hands reached back to grab at his hair, “Joel!” you cried out, “Joel please. Please, I need to cum! Please… Please…” he heard your first plea and he increased his pace, his two middle fingers rubbing quickly over the bundle of nerves slick with your arousal. Your moans came in short, sharp bursts on every breath. Suddenly you squeezed your eyes shut and the pressure valve was released and your orgasm finally came to you, coursing through your veins and making you see stars behind your eyelids, your muscles clench around the air, and you moan loudly and chant his name as you pull at his hair.

 He allows you the space to come down, and you wait until you’re sure it’s completely passed before you let him go and you melt in his arms, unable to move. Joel brings his fingers up to his lips and sucks them clean before wrapping both his arms around you and peppering kisses over the side of your face. “I hope your son doesn’t judge us too much for the things we do while he’s in utero.” You tease, trying to catch your breath. Joel shakes his head and presses his temple to yours, “I don’t think the brain is developed enough to form memories. And he won’t. Because I have no son. It’s a girl.”

#( love in the middle of a firefight: babydin ) #( joel miller: babydin ) #joel miller x reader #joel miller x pregnant reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal x you

[whiskersz]

AH OMG (I'm the one who requested the husk coworker one! If you wanna call me anything 💜 is fine!) I LOVE IT OMG PLEASE DO A PART TWO ITS SO CUTE

Good day, 💜!! Here's your part 2, you weren't the only one who asked for it! I hope you enjoy, I'm quite proud of this one even if it's just double the length of the original - no warnings, just fluffiness :3

Here's Part 1 for anyone who hasn't read it yet!

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Actions Speak Louder - Part 2

You’d think the night following your first kiss with the demon you’ve had a soft spot on for a while would be full of wonder, hours spent daydreaming about what you and him could possibly become after this, and well, in a sense it kind of is.

At first the giddiness about it all is what’s keeping you awake; no matter how many times you toss and turn in your bed, or how many times you try to engage in an activity such as reading or simply staring at the ceiling waiting for tiredness to take over you... nothing seems to be working.

But, as time inevitably passes, something else becomes the reason why you can’t get to sleep. The room adjacent to yours happens to be Husk’s, but he doesn’t seem to be having as much trouble falling asleep as you are: in fact, he’s snoring so loudly that you can barely hear your own thoughts at this point.

You even wonder what makes you love him at some point, this should probably be your last straw – jokingly, of course. It would be a little silly if you really couldn’t sleep all night because of his snoring, so at what you guess is probably way too late of a time to be doing this you lazily get up from your bed, wrapping a blanket around your form, and make your way in front of Husk’s door.

Something about Husk that makes you appreciate him a lot is how he doesn’t lock his room at night; it doesn’t seem like much, rather it’s probably unsafe and not a good idea overall, but he knows not to fear most of the residents of the Hotel anyways and his reasoning for it is rather sweet; sometimes, someone will have a particularly rough night, and he’s open to hearing them out at any hour. He wouldn’t want to miss the knock on his door, so he just prefers leaving it open in the first place.

So you open it, careful not to make too much noise as everyone else is probably sleeping as well; you navigate through the room with difficulty, as the only light source happens to be the red moon outside of the window, but eventually your knee touches something soft that you’re safe to assume is the bed...the snoring seems awfully close too, after all.

You whisper, “Husk, hey.”

Too quiet, doesn’t seem to be working. You try being louder and gently shaking his shoulder.

“Husk, you’re snoring, wake up...”

There’s a grumble coming from him and finally the snoring stops, your ears thanking you profusely. He mumbles something before you hear him shift and sitting up, his tail accidentally brushing against your leg in the process.

“What...who is it?” he asks, voice deeper than usual; your heart might have skipped a beat. He struggles for a bit but he eventually manages to reach the lamp on his night table, turning it on; “Oh, ‘s you-“

“Yeah, sorry, you were...snoring very loud.” Suddenly it dawns on you how awkward this conversation is, especially with everything that happened earlier in the evening; “Just make sure you sleep on your side or something, man.”

“Ah, shut it...” he retorts, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

You stretch tiredly and turn on your heels to leave his room and go back to yours, pretending the snoring was your biggest issue, but his tail unexpectedly wraps around your ankle, almost making you trip and make a fool of yourself.

“...Stay for a bit, will ya?”

“...Oh, sure thing. You’re not upset I woke you up?” You ask, sitting down next to him. Silence fills the room, before he groans and mumbles something. Your eyebrow arches;

“Can’t really hear you, I’m exhausted.”

“I said, I was dreaming ‘bout you anyways. So it’s like...”

You patiently wait for him to continue, a blush spreading across your cheeks. The light from the lamp is fairly dim, so hopefully he doesn’t catch that – he’s looking away anyways.

“Ah, whatever.”

“No, now I...kind of want to know.”

“It’s like, better to have you actually here. See I was a romantic once, now it jus’ doesn’t hit the same.”

“Oh.” Is the only thing you manage to let out. He’s just about to tell you to go back to sleep and forget about it, when your lips part once again; “Well, it kinda does hit. I was thinking about you too, after all.”

“Ah.” It’s his turn to be speechless. You’re not really sure what to do, all you want to do is honestly lie down next to him and cuddle into his soft chest – that would be kind of out of pocket though, you guess, but tiredness is taking over.

“Listen. What...”

“What are we, Husk?”

You ask in unison, surprising each other in the process. He blinks at you, and you blink back, both waiting for an answer from the other. You guess he’s been romantic enough tonight, asking you to stay and confessing to have been dreaming about you, so it’s your turn now.

“This is silly, I could’ve waited until tomorrow to talk to you about this, but I just...am impatient, I guess. I really enjoy your company-“ It’s like the hours at the bar fly by when we’re working together, you want to say, “Certainly more than I enjoy a friend’s. The kiss was also...something I’ve been waiting for. B-But if you want to give it time...!”

“I’m fine.” He immediately replies, “Really. Don’t think I’ve ever felt more comfortable. Which is weird ‘cause I’m surrounded by sinners and owned by an Overlord, but with you I forget all that.”

In the end, none of you ends up answering the original question out loud. You guess you both already know by the way your hand fits so well into his own; by the way he gently cups your face, retracting his claws to avoid hurting you, and kisses you once again, ever so cautiously.

In love, that is what you are.

#husk x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin x reader #x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #husk hazbin hotel #husker x reader #husker #part 2

[girlwithwolftatoo]

Moon Boys react to Reader's annoying ex-partner

(A small self-indulgent, venting headcanon idea)

Steven Grant:

*Softest boy has claws, and will use them against whoever bothers you, including your ex, whom you have mentioned a couple of times and Steven knows two important things about: one, they're asllholes, and two, he hates them.

*So, your ex met you by accident in a place and now they're insisting on seeing you again and even inviting you "like friends". This is ruining your mood and Steven notices it, so you end up explaining to him what's going on. "Oh, really?" he says after you told all the story, with this unamused voice of him "Such a little bugger, this person"

*Will politely ask them, either by phone (if they managed to get your number) or face to face, to leave you alone. Your ex may think this weird-looking dummy isn't a threat, but Steven doesn't give up a (mostly verbal) fighting if it's needed.

*"And who are you, bud?" "Steven Grant, nice to meet you -well, not really nice, just being polite" "Are you (Y/N)'s boyfriend or what the hell?" "Their personal life is none your business, now why don't you turn on your heels, begin to walk and dissapear?"

*Extra: Steven apologizes for acting so "rude" towards your ex, thinking you may feel bothered for his interventions. But he's wrong, you love feeling protected by your sweet gentleman and you make sure to "reward" him.

Marc Spector:

*Oh Ennead gods, this man... You don't even need to tell him anything about this ex trying to contact you, poor idiot dared to bug you in front of him.

*And at the slightest sight of discomfort from you, Marc will step front. "Hi, buddy, can I help you?" he greets with this tense smile and murderous look that makes you wonder why your ex isn't running away to hide in the mountains or something.

*Will gently (I mean, in Marc's idea of gentleness) tell them to back off and leave you alone, and just to make things clear, he'll do some menacing, discrete gesture with his hands, the kind of "look I'm not saying I'm going to break your jaw but-" gesture.

*Unfortunately, your ex is stubborn and won't give up though (you know by experience) they lack of advantage against Marc. And if there's a need for some punching exchange, Marc will gladly do it. And win.

*But -what if that bastard tries to go further? Well, I hope they're ready to meet Moon Knight, 'cause that's the last thing they'll see before waking up in a hospital.

Jake Lockley:

*Overprotective to the point he can feel (almost smell) when somebody is making a move towards you. So, this person who approached you the other day in the supermarket and made you go uncomfortable (who dares to discomfort his precious corazoncito?) is his next target.

*We can consider Jake as some sort of hunting dog, he'll follow your ex's steps and take mental notes of everything, getting ready for a single but lethal blow, specially if he knows they're your ex who mistreated you.

*He won't appear next to you while they're bothering you. No. He'll wait until they take a turn or something and then... they just feel a pair of gloved hands grabbing them by the shoulders.

*"Hey there, care for a walk?" something in Jake makes everyone feel automatically menaced, and this is not exception. "So, I've seen you a couple of times around this cutie... (Y/N), you know them? Such a lovely little thing, I know... Well, the thing is... I don't want you approaching them or... calling them or anything again, ¿me entiendes? 'Cause if I find out you contact them again..."

*Maybe you ex will try to play the thug card, but it just make things worse for them. Jake knows how to play rough, and will. No surprise the next time they meet one of them will end up bleeding and with a broken leg and a missing finger in a trashbin. A small clue: the poor bastard won't be Jake.

*Extra: "Jake, remember I told you about this ex who was... bothering me? Well, it seems they grew tired 'cause I haven't see them in a while" "I'm so pleased to hear that, mi amor, I'm sure they won't come back"

#moon knight series #moon knight #moon knight headcanon #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockley #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley headcanon #marc spector headcanon #steven grant headcanon #oscar isaac

[sugar-petals]

sub!stray kids | their orgasm faces 

⇢ in which the boys are tied up ♡

【 pairing 】ot8 x femdom!reader

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m, established relationship au, various styles of bondage (ribbons, handcuffs, shibari, harnesses, collaring, corsets, classic rope), vocal subs, masochism, rougher domination for hyunjin’s part, some gentle femdom too

wc. 1k total

↳ [ // ❤️ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ] the cultural reset of red lights. i normally write this format as plain `group xyz: their o-faces´ but including bondage for skz felt more than just appropriate 👀 these absolute teases do nothing else in their music videos — i mean just put on venom while reading this — so it wasn’t hard to find inspiration 😂

multifandom masterlist 💋 | read it on ao3

› bang chan ⇢ A mix and string of short grunts, exhausted breathing, and sugar-sweet little moans. The entire palette. Ten emotions at once all across his face, some serious, some light-hearted. You also get the whole variety of „yeah—!“ and “oh...” that Chan will pant out loud while he’s waiting for the storm to hit. Usually, it all goes down in one big clench of the body that almost makes the ropes burst around his arms, not to mention the thighs. Any rigger knows with one glance, Chan needs decent leeway in his harnesses and knots. That climax and relief sigh, better than any male porn star out there, how dare they try to be Christopher Bang. It’s ridiculous. He bridges the gap between a soft and extreme reaction, it’s a sexy, charming blend of both in his features, and he sometimes cries. Chan sweats a lot, but it’s not running. Likes to cum with his face in your hands before you begin to untie his body.

› hwang hyunjin ⇢ Members close-by will hear him fall apart under your touch. Hyunjin, immersed in his own passion, never truly cares, though. Undiluted confidence in sexuality. Whip him harder. Smack him harder. You can choke the living shit out of him. Almost yells from any overstimulation. He will swallow up the impact. Hyunjin’s craving to be destroyed knows no bounds. He won’t lie to himself or anybody else how good it feels. You’ll hear him go „Please. Please!“ or a loud „Oh—!“ because this guy, he’s verbal incarnate, and he likes a rough shaking orgasm. Is this a tennis court? His face will be tense, jaw dropped. Head bent strongly forward. He cannot move any further, but his hips try to buck but they can’t because he’s so tightly constrained to the whole bed, and he feels like he’ll loose his mind. Hyunjin cums pretty easily from anything that involves pain, you will see the masochism in his o-face to the moon and back. After screaming his lungs out, your boyfriend will collapse with hair sticking to his face everywhere, completely fucked up. 

› lee felix ⇢ Cums while he’s excitedly talking. Gets caught by surprise and laughs, in typical pitch. Mid-sentence eyebrow raises. He always smiles with an open mouth. The bursts are short, so his face will seem like it relaxes in between. Usually puts his hands on the mattress open palm, next to his head. But this way, his wrists clink and twitch in the pink fluffy handcuffs you fixed him in. Sometimes the ankles, sometimes the hands, preferably. You often kiss him and his freckles through his orgasm and play with his collar, enjoy his gorgeous soft lips that are seconds short of moaning again and again. Felix makes the most outrageous funny faces and just can’t stop reacting in every shape or form. You love it. You love him, you love his everything, and being up close to his face is so cozy. Felix describes everything he feels to you in real-time, and ends with „That was so good. Seriously. I’d always do it again. If you want to... Can I please you now?“

› yang jeongin ⇢ Enjoys it to the fullest. The restraints, the focus on his nakedness, the atmosphere of the dim room. Grips the sheets hard if the kind of shibari allows for it. In any case: The maknae knows how it’s done, and even inspires you to be more conscious of your own body’s little details. Every cell in his system he’s aware of. Every piece of broad pastel ribbon that decorates his wrists, neck, and waist. He’s the absolute prettiest. You take pictures. His eyes are closed throughout his endlessly long-seeming peak. A big smile follows, but he also gulps down hard after the first wave because it’s a lot to take. The shapes his lips will change and blend into, one more sexual than the other, paints a firework of expressions, although he’d be hard to kiss in this state. So that’s for a bit later during aftercare. Jeongin thinks he’s awkward, but you assure him his reaction faces, they’re simply the best thing you’ve ever seen, and he looks beautiful laced up like this.

› seo changbin ⇢ As if he was hit by a sudden shock. Eyes wide, this is definitely not controlled, it’s not faked. Growling, almost, but sustained. Wants to put his arms around you so bad, but he can’t. A deer in headlights because he did not see that build-up coming. He shakes like crazy, going „wow… wow!“ and it just won’t stop. Talk about libido, his is out of control. Will wind up a screaming mess. Which will intensify when you deprive his senses using a blindfold. You had enough foresight to use double the rope to secure him unto the bed. Changbin always moves about, staying still is never to be expected. He curses to himself — „Shit, ah!“ — and takes forever to calm down on the sheets, winding and whining like a puppy almost. Untied, he hurries to get water for both of you right away, cutely. How much energy does he have? Cleaning up a little, there goes round two: This is a sex marathon. Now he can hug you, and use those glorious bedroom eyes.

› lee minho ⇢ Very teeth on teeth. His face, when not buried in you, looks intensely strained, powering through, feeling the surface of the rope give his skin more and more frottage. It’s testing him. Lee Know enjoys a good test of tolerance and you see the appeal, It’s sexy. He doesn’t like silky smooth bondage, it needs to be a rawer material that leaves marks. Lino’s voice says the same, he’s strained, and his perfect hair goes all over the place on the pillow — staying perfect. Rapid-fire exhales tell you he gave his everything. The „ah, ah!“ type, he’s just belting it out, sweat running all over his forehead and temples. Chest rising, descending, very intensely for a few minutes. Lee Know’s come-down has him looking you in the eye so deeply. This guy feels the overwhelm of such a strong invisible bond. His gaze says you belong to each other. Kink is secondary, Lee Know is madly in love.

› han jisung ⇢ In any scenario, his ruined orgasms are always violent, abrupt, and down to the bone. Restraints have to be used threefold to fixate him on a chair, a bedpost, or a given door frame. Sometimes, wearing a corset to fit his waist. In your roleplay, he struggles against it harder and harder, Jisung is desperate in every fiber and his hair ended up drenched entirely. It’s almost as if he reacted to something with astonishment in his face, and even though he looks like that, it’s his pleasure expression. If you know Jisung, you know the one. Squeezes his eyes and mouth shut from the sheer impact of his own body. The reckless intensity is close to a jump scare to himself. He’s up there with Chan and Changbin in terms of how much it ruffles him. Jisung is left helpless and weak except for the fact that he is getting you off with one free hand at the same time. Stares at you in wonder, and the adrenaline always shows.

› kim seungmin ⇢ Very breathy, breezy, and softly loud. He’s the opposite of Jisung. Seungmin always gives a dreamy impression that looks so undisturbed and peaceful. Tilts his head back very sensually. Lips, slightly parted. By far the most consistent and predictable. Seungmin is not likely to erupt into a wild frenzy. Some subs aren’t breakable, easy to tease, or easy to provoke: He’s the epitome. Seungmin can take it all. His face is as controlled as every knot on his torso even when it clearly shows smiles and enjoyment. Knows how to find the right words in the moment, always. „That was amazing, it felt so good right now.“ — when you unbind him. Very attentive to your pleasure, hence he seems so toned-down. Don’t mistake it for laziness or being uncaring. Seungmin is a class act who rarely has an outburst, even with the toughest dominant going buckwild on him for a big reaction, and it looks romantic when he climaxes. Just like a prince.

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[doe-eyed-fool]

Prey | Chapter Four

Alastor x Fem!Reader

It was a lovely night, the stars sparkled brightly above, the moon shining it's calm light, even the cool night air was a nice break from the usually warm day. A perfect night for a walk, and that's what you were doing. Walking to Alastor's home, to be more precise. And in your hands, was a dish you had prepared earlier tonight.

The walk to his home took a while on foot, so you made sure to be fast about leaving the house before the meal got cold. You'd hope covering the dish would keep it warm until you arrived. You had made it to his home safely, albeit a but out of breath, you then walked up to his door and knocked a few times.

There wasn't an answer for a minute or two, which worried you slightly. It wasn't too late at night, and you knew Alastor to be a bit of a night owl. Was he already asleep?

It was then you heard a noise coming from somewhere, almost sounding like a door shutting. You looked around for the source of the noise, when it hit you. "Oh that's right." You say under your breath. Alastor had a small shed behind his home, he used it mostly for hunting. He must have just gotten back from one.

You waited another moment, giving him some time to go inside the home, before knocking again. This time, you heard footsteps approaching the door. You smile when the door opened. "Hi, Al." You greet him. "Y/n, what brings you by?" He asks. You hold up the dish. "Made you something. As a thanks for helping me and for being so sweet to me all these years."

Alastor smiled softly and let you inside. "There is really no need to thank me, Y/n. I don't mind helping you out, and of course I'd never be anything but sweet to you. You mean quite a lot to me." Your chest fluttered at his words. He had no idea what he does to you, and if he does, he's cruel to continue doing it.

"You mean a lot to me too, Alastor." You say softly. "Now, let's hurry before this gets cold."

"You walked all the way here didn't you?" Alastor asks. "I did. I wanted to surprise you." You tell him as you walk into the dining room, sitting the meal on the table. "Otherwise, I would have called you over. Don't worry about me, Al. I got here, didn't I?" You chuckle.

Alastor walked to your side, and takes your hand with his own. "Yes, but in the future, just let me come to you. I'd hate for some ruffian to get their hands on you. I'd have to do something quite unsavory, if that happens."

"Always protecting me, Al." You say gently. "When do I get to protect you?" Alastor brings you in closer, placing his free hand on your waist. "You have, don't you remember?" You thought about it for a moment.

"Oh, that's right." You mutter.

Back when you and Alastor were around fifteen, when his father was still around, you had to step in when he and Alastor got into a heated argument. Alastor never did like his father, you didn't blame him, you hated the man too.

He was a terrible man, putting hands not only on Alastor when he was a kid, but his wife as well. And poor Alastor, he had to watch it all happen. Even as Alastor got older, he'd still have to witness his father's outbursts and his mother suffer his wrath. One day, he had enough of it, and decided to speak his mind to his father.

Of course, his father didn't take that well, and quickly became angry that Alastor would take that kind of tone with him. As the yelling from both men started to turn physical, was when you showed up.

You were on your way there to visit Alastor, that's when you saw his father grabbing Alastor by the shirt and raising his fist. You hurried inside and tried to pull his father off of him.

You knew that would most likely result in you getting hurt, but you didn't care. You would not let that brute hurt Alastor, if you could do something to prevent it.

Luckily for Alastor, he let go of him, unfortunately for you, his anger was directed to you now. His father grabbed you wrist roughly and started yelling in your face, saying how you had no business interfering with family matters. That's when Alastor jerked his father away from you, he held you close to him protectively, and threatened his father, daring him to put his hands on you again.

Before things could get worse again, you grabbed Alastor's arm and pulled him away and out of the house. You begged him to come back home with you, or at least calm down. Alastor was beyond furious with his father for what he's not only done to his mother, but you as well. He wanted nothing more than to go back into that house and give him what for.

But you wouldn't allow it. Again you tried desperately to get him to calm down, thankfully he did. As he did, he pulled you into a hug and apologized over and over for what happened. You didn't need to witness such a vicious fight, nor did you need to get involved and nearly hurt because of it.

But you didn't mind. You hated seeing Alastor like this, hated even more whenever you'd see him with a new bruise or busted lip because of that horrible man. You couldn't take seeing him like that anymore.

And it wouldn't stop, until his father finally up and left, with no explanation as to why. One day he was there, the next he was gone. It shouldn't have took that long, it should have never started to begin with. But, the two of you couldn't have been more relived that he was gone.

"I'd do it again." You tell Alastor. "It doesn't matter if it were that man, or ten men just like him. I just wish there was something I could have done to stop you from being hurt."

Alastor planting a soft kiss on your temple. "You have a good heart Y/n, but a weak mind." You furrow your brows and pout slightly. "Hey."

"I'm sorry, but it's true." Alastor chuckled. "You don't need to put yourself in danger for someone like me."

'Someone like me'

What was that suppose to mean?

"Anyhow, tell me, what did you make?" Asked Alastor. "Just an old recipe my mother use to make." You answer. "I hope you like it. I'm not as good of a cook as you are, but, I'm not terribly bad. At least I hope."

"Nonsense, I love your cooking." Alastor says with a wave of his hand. "Now let's dig in."

We had talked for a while after finishing dinner, so long that I hadn't realized how late it was. Alastor didn't want me to walk home at this hour, so he offered for me to stay in one of the guest rooms. I was pretty tired, so I didn't argue.

"You'll have to forgive me, the only thing I have for sleep wear is my own clothes." Alastor chuckled lightly as he opened the door to the guest room. "As you know, it's only me living here."

"It's alright. I don't mind." You say, stepping further into the room. "I'll be right back with something for you to change into." Alastor says before leaving you alone. You take a look around the room. It was clean and neat, untouched. Seems like you would be the first person to sleep in this bed. Speaking of the bed.

You took a seat on it, sinking in slightly. It was really soft, much softer than your bed. You sigh and lay back on it. Gosh, you were really tired.

The sound of the door opening again, made you sit up straight. Alastor walked in, holding some folded clothes. "Comfortable?" He asks teasingly. You roll your eyes with a smile. "Yes. A guest should be comfortable, no?"

Alastor walked to your side and set the clothes next to you. "You have a point." He says. "You can be comfortable like this all the time, if you would just-"

"Alastor, I already told you." You say with a sigh. "Alright, alright." Alastor mutters. "Well, at least you're not walking home right now. Who knows what kind of people are out at this hour."

"You could have drove me home." You brought up. "Why didn't you?"

"Perhaps, I just wanted you here for a night." His answer made your heart skip a beat. Does he have any idea how that sounded? You laugh it off and take the clothes. "Alright, get out of here so I can change." You didn't miss the smirk on Alastor's face as he walked out of the room, shutting the door behind him.

You sigh before getting undressed. Looking at the clothes Alastor gave you with a slight smile before picking them up. They looked almost too big for him, then again, Alastor had always been a thinner built man.

You put the clothes on and yawn before getting into bed.

Your slumber was interrupted some time later, as you heard noises from just outside of the window, that next to your bed. You tried to ignore it and go back to sleep, but it proved to be difficult as the noises continued. You groan slightly and sat up in bed, rubbing at your tired eyes.

You move your legs over the side of the bed before standing, and walking to the window. Moving aside the curtains, and narrowing your eyes, you saw a figure walking inside of the small shed. Your brows furrowed. Was...Was that Alastor? What was he doing out there so late?

After a few seconds, presumably Alastor walked out of the shed holding a large sack over his shoulder. What on earth was he doing? You continued to watch as he moved further away from the shed, and slowly disappearing into the darkness. There was a large stretch of woods behind his home, and looked like he was going right into it.

Why? What was he doing out there?

You couldn't help but feel a little worried. Alastor was a capable man, but who knows what could be lurking out there? Bears or wolves, surely. Maybe even killers...

You shook your head, dismissing the thought. Though, now that you thought of it, it didn't seem to leave your worried mind. You were starting to get anxious now.

Just as you began to move away from the window, you felt a cold brush of air at the nape of your neck. You shivered and moved your hand to your neck. Weird...

You slowly turned around, and quietly walk out of the room, and make your way down the hall. All the while, contemplating going after Alastor. The more logical side of you was against it. Alastor knew these parts far more than you did. You'd just get yourself lost or hurt in those woods, especially when it's this dark out.

But the more anxious side of you was worried for his own safety. Sure he knew the area, but that doesn't mean he still couldn't get hurt.

What should you do?

As you pondered, you felt the same brush of cool air against you. This time, brushing up your arms. You cover your arms in a self-hug, trying to warm yourself up again. Was the heat not on? You kept walking the hall, before stopping at Alastor's door. It was slightly opened.

You knew how Alastor felt about his privacy, he had his boundaries even with you. You of course, respected those boundaries. But right now, your nerves were getting the better of you. You take a peek inside, the room was completely pitch black. But you could make out that Alastor was not inside.

So it was him out there...

You back away from the door and slowly make your way down the stairs. The whole house was dark, only amplifying the chill you felt. You walk towards the back of the home, and to the back door.

Looking out the screen door, a sudden feeling of dread washed over you. And once more, you felt another chill. This one, more intense than the last.

You gasped lightly and turned around, just as you did, you saw something move in the darkness out of the corner of your eye.

"What was that?"

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— Wanna be a brat? I'll treat you like one

Warnings: yandere behavior, slight violence, reader being bratty, drugging (reader drugs Aizawa), and yelling.

Oh boy!! Please excuse me if this is to cliche! I was watching The Invisible Man while writing this; so I may have gotten ideas from it. Hope you enjoy regardless!

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Everything wasn’t enough.

When you ran to the door, it was double locked. Too many bolts to recognize, so many codes and digits that made your brain swirl in circles.

Trying to pry a window open resulting in you hurting yourself — as well as getting your favorite things taken away as ‘punishments’.

Really, it was fucking hell.

That door slightly cracked open? You took your chance to run, scramble against the floor as you heard him yell your name, suddenly being pulled back by thick rope, right back into the arms of your captor.

The same glare, scowl, and tightening hold on you always irritated you — “Why run? I have everything for you, what more do you want?”

You wanted to go home! Not stay here by force, and end up as a good ol’ housewife that you may or may not shape into a sweet doll. It was humiliating to sit there and watch you leave.

Whenever you acted out, he always shook it off as fear and anger; “I understand your upset.”

HA! Yeah, right. You took me by force, dickhead. You have no idea what it’s like.

But, when you had those bad ‘tantrums’ — where you screamed, sobbed and begged to go home. Where your throat dried up and stung, your body shook so bad you couldn’t stand or you were so tired you refused to eat?

He would just push you into a small, yet cold room. Making sure you cooled off, coming back a few minutes later, looking at you with that damn eyebrow raised: “You done? Cause I am.”

You weren’t sure why he always allowed you to express your anger — even though he left the room the minute you started screaming at him.

You told yourself, maybe it was his guilt. Or possibly him losing his patience.

You weren’t sure. But you wanted to leave.

Though, one night, when the two of you were asleep, or at least he was. You were lying there, staring at the darkened ceiling, admiring and fantasizing what it would be like to stare at the moon again. Feel the grass grazed against your back, cold wind blowing all over you.

You couldn’t sleep but that was common. I mean, how could you sleep laying next to the same captor who took you? Nobody would.

Then a thought came. Why not drug him? I mean, since you always threw ‘tantrums’, you always had benadryl on hand due to the insane headaches you whined about; plus, you would just scream at him more till you were knocked out.

“Why can’t I just take care of you?” Shota asked, giving you the glass of water with two medicines that were deemed to work. You rolled your eyes, throwing down the medicine before doing the same with the water.

You heard him sigh, like always at your attitude. You turned your back, feeling him shift his weight beside you before pulling up his phone — the ‘ding!’ coming on and off while you heard him write some type of email.

And… just like that. You made a decision. Right there and then.

“A drink?” You watched him raise an eyebrow at the coffee, a random act of kindness coming from you was rare. You nodded, acting all innocently. “Yeah, jus’ decided to share it with you cause I made some.” You mumbled off, although you saw him smile in the corner of your eye.

Bingo. You watched him take a sip — hum at the taste before going back to grading papers. Taking more sips before watching the entire cup be empty. It made you laugh.

Of course, you had to make sure he wasn’t suspicious of you. You drank your entire cup, possibly got another one before starting yet another scene; yelling at him, watching him sigh before slumping off into the bedroom next door.

Then you know it, he comes in a bit early — “Time to go to bed.”

You looked at the clock, it was only 7:37 am. You faked a groan, before trotting behind him, crawling into bed and watched him sleep away with drool drizzling down his stubbled chin.

Which is where you are now. Cuddled right by his side, watching him snooze away — too hard per say.

You wanna feel bad, yet you never will. Never for this monster — fuck no.

Giving Aizawa one last glance, you slowly but steadily go out of the bed, carefully replacing his tighter hold onto a thick pillow.

Taking small, light steps towards the main room, you tried your best to not step on certain squeaky planks, making sure to keep quiet.

Getting in front of the front door, you crouched and pulled out a bobby pin; sliding it into the lock before turning and twisting it.

Your blood was pumping — hair on your body stood as your thoughts sprawled all over.

Suddenly, you heard a meow behind you; a loud one that made your heart drop.

Turning around, you saw Mickey, a black cat with different colored eyes blinking at you, yawning at such a late time. Aizawa had gotten it for you to keep company, but you thought it was the damned evil.

Somehow, the cat always knew when you were in trouble. Trotting to Aizawa, almost communicating with him and blowing your cover when you were up to no good.

Not now… you thought.

Mickie had stood there, blinking before moving towards you, rolling and pouring loud as a train.

You continued trying to pry the lock, but to no avail. Nothing worked. It was useless.

Finally, going at it while pushing Mickie away. You heard the third lock unlock.

Hope. It gave you hope. You could finally leave

You looked around, completely aware that any moment given, you could be found. But you kept trying, so hard.

Suddenly, Mickie screamed at you; her voice howled throughout the entire, quiet room.

You put your finger on your mouth, wanting her to shoosh.

Meow!

‘Shush!’ You whispered quietly. Grabbing her before petting her, pushing her off to the side.

Meow!!

“What do you think you’re doing?”

A booming voice came from behind you.

You froze, staying where you were as you slightly trembled, thinking what to do next. Before you could manage to do anything, his hand appeared on your shoulder, forcing you up and facing him.

Locking eyes with dark gray ones, you felt your entire body shake — watching his eyebrows narrowing, jawline sharp and strained while his eyes spoke for itself.

You’re in big trouble, missy.

“I asked you a question.” His sultry voice came out, waiting for an answer.

“Get off me,” you sneered, trying to act tough.

Hearing Aizawa scoff, he yanked your arm and dragged you back into the bedroom. Practically throwing you into the maddress stomach first before hearing metal clanking.

Cold — something bare and heavy attached itself towards your ankles.

“These are only temporary,” Aizawa stated. “Until you can behave correctly, these stay on.” He added, before standing up again, his knees popping.

You looked down, seeing chains connected to your feet; they were heavy, an ugly cold that drugged you of shivers into your core.

He looked down at you, anger rising in his face before he demanded a statement from you.

“Say your sorry — and I might reconsider easing the punishments.” He said, while crossing his arms against his chest. His disappointed posture was deafening through your thoughts.

You stared hard at him, teeth clenching in fear and anger, “Fuck you.”

You saw that those words struck a chord in him. Saw his eye twitch in annoyance. Finally, what felt like an eternity he spoke back up.

“It’s my fault for trusting you too much.” He stated, “Drinking that — stupid fucking coffee.”

Did he know?

He looked at you, directly staring into your soul. Almost waiting for you to answer his question.

“I hate you,” You whispered.

Aizawa nodded frustratingly.

“Fine. Wanna act like a brat? I’ll treat you like one.”

He grumbled, reaching over and grabbed your legs, pulling the chain to connect to the bedpost. Before grabbing a coat from the hanger by his bedside.

He stomped away and slammed the door shut. You heard his footsteps leave the apartment, slamming the front door.

A lump forms in your throat.

Something — something was gonna happen and it was not gonna be nice.

Too deep into your thoughts, you failed to notice Mickey climbing onto the bed. You flinched at the sudden loud meow coming from beside you.

Turning to your left, you saw Mickie laying down, purring beside you as she continued grooming herself.

Now… you’re only left with your thoughts. An occasional meow from the damn cat.

What did you get yourself into?

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Ikemen Villains - Ellis Twilight

Translations may not always capture the exact nuances or tone of the original text. Expect grammatical errors.

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On the eve of Halloween, the aroma of sweet pastries filled the kitchen of the castle.

Victor: "It's almost time for them to finish baking. Come on, let's take the scones out."

Ellis: "Kate, let me do it. I don't want you to burn yourself."

Kate: "Thanks. Please be careful, Ellis."

Ellis: "Hm. They're nicely baked."

Victor: "Ahaha! Victor's original buttery scones are now ready!"

We gazed and smiled at the beautifully baked scones.

Tomorrow, October 31st, Halloween will come to this country, and the town will be bustling with excitement.

After talking with Ellis, we decided to do something for the townspeople, so Victor taught us how to make scones to distribute.

Even though we didn't live in a sunny place, doing this once in a while shouldn't have posed a problem.

(It's so typical of Ellis to be so friendly and kind to the townspeople that he wants to hand out candies.)

Victor: "Are you planning to distribute this tomorrow?"

Kate: "Yup, that's the plan."

Victor: "That's wonderful. You guys are truly kind-hearted!"

Ellis: "Victor, your hug is a bit too strong."

Victor: "Oops, my apologies! Love overflowed for a moment there."

Victor: "But do be careful about one thing. Tomorrow is the night of beauty under the moon." **

Kate: "Night of beauty under the moon?" **

Victor: "Ah, right. I haven't told you about this yet."

Victor proceeded to explain it to me.

He said that every few years, there was an occurrence where Halloween coincided with a full moon or a new moon, intensifying the cursed sins.

It was also called "beauty under the moon" because it blooms at the same time as the beauty under the moon flowers.

(So weird things like that happen. Is it because of the phases of the moon?)

Kate: "Thank you for the explanation. So, what exactly happens when the curse intensifies?"

Victor: "I wish I could tell you, but I don't really know all the details!"

Kate: "Huh?"

Victor: "The last phenomenon happened about 20 years ago."

Victor: "If it were 20 years ago, most of the crown members probably weren't even aware of their curse themselves."

Kate: "Right, that's true. Um, if it were 20 years ago, Ellis..."

Ellis: "I think it was around the time I finally started talking."

Victor & Kate: "Cute."

Ellis: "Fufu, both of you are thinking out loud."

Kate: "Sorry. It just slipped out."

Victor: "Ahem. So, to summarize, tomorrow is going to be a dangerous night for you two, considering it's been 20 years since it last happened."

Victor: "We don't know what will happen, so make sure to return before the moon rises."

I carried the scones with Ellis and started wrapping them one by one.

Kate: "By the way, the decorations in this dining hall are amazing."

Ellis: "It's a tradition. I've been helping Victor with it every year."

Somewhere in the middle of our chat, he suddenly muttered something.

Ellis: "Can I really spend tomorrow with you?"

Kate: "What?"

Ellis: "Aren't you afraid to be with me?"

Ellis: "If you're even a little scared, I'd rather stay away."

Ellis: "I want to make you happy, not scare you."

(Is it because we don't know what might happen tomorrow?)

I realized that neither of us really knew what to expect tomorrow.

(But I know for sure that he would never do anything to scare me.)

(And I don't want to be afraid of him.)

Kate: "I want to be with you. It's our first Halloween together, after all."

Ellis: "Thank you, Kate. Actually, I wanted to be with you too."

His sweet smile made me smile in return.

Kate: "Then we're in this together."

Ellis: "Yeah, together."

Ellis: "But I can't even begin to imagine what might happen if my curse intensifies."

(Right. Speaking of which...)

Kate: "You know, I might not even know what your curse is."

Ellis: "Oh, you don't? In that case, why don't you guess?"

William was cursed with the king's self-righteousness, so I think his sins would be self-righteousness and condemnation.

(Ellis is cursed with Thorns, so thinking along those lines...)

Kate: "Stabbing someone?"

Ellis: "Fufu, that's cute but slightly incorrect."

Kate: "Um, then..."

I pondered, and Ellis looked at me, smiling.

Ellis: "You look so cute as you search for answers. I think I'll keep it a secret for a little longer."

Ellis: "I'd prefer if you never found out, but if you figure it out, please tell me."

The next day, we headed out to town with the scones.

While Halloween in England might be considered less vibrant than in some other places, the town was livelier than usual, and you could sense the excitement in the air.

Fruit Vendor Granny: "Oh, Ellis, Miss. Happy Halloween!"

Ellis: "Hello, Anna."

Ellis: "Trick or treat."

Fruit Vendor Granny: "Trick or treat?"

Ellis: "Yes, treat. Here you go."

Fruit Vendor Granny: "Oh my, are these homemade? I'm so happy, thank you both."

Bookstore Owner: "Hey there, Ellis! Miss Kate! Oh, that's candy, isn't it?"

Bookstore Owner: "Then, if you don't mind. Trick or treat!"

Ellis: "Here you go, enjoy. It's loaded with butter, so it's sure to be delicious."

Child in a ghost costume: "Big brother, big sister! Trick-or-treat!"

Ellis: "Be careful not to trip. Here you go."

(Hehe, Ellis is really popular! And everyone seems to be having fun.)

As the sun began to set, the scones gradually began to decrease.

Kate: "Wow, they're all gone. That was quick."

Ellis: "Yeah. Oh, by the way..."

Ellis: "Want to do some trick-or-treating with me, too?"

(With me?)

Kate: "Trick-or-treat?"

Ellis: "Here. I saved the last one just for you."

Kate: "But if I take it, then you won't have any."

Ellis: "I'm fine. If you're happy, that's enough for me."

Ellis: "Or did you want to play a trick on me?"

Kate: "This one is fine. Thank you."

Ellis: "Fufu, you're welcome."

(He really always thinks about others' happiness.)

He gave me the last piece of candy without hesitation, prioritizing other people's feelings over his own.

Every time I saw him like that, I found his kindness endearing and, yet, a bit lonely.

(I want to make him happy, not just receive from him.)

Bar Owner: "Ellis, Missy! As a thank you for the scones, come by the tavern sometime. I'll treat you to a drink."

Ellis and I both look up at the sky simultaneously.

The sun had just started to set, and it seemed like there was still some time before the moon would appear.

Ellis: "Kate, are you ready to head back, or would you like to stay with me a bit longer?"

Part 1 ╎ Part 2 ╎ Premium ╎ Epilogue

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Sunbathing

Romancing Pandora Day 03 - Threesome

Aonung/Human!Reader/Rotxo

Warnings: 18+, Threesome, Teasing, Sex Toys, Anal Plug, Anal, Choking, Double Penetration, Viginal Fingering, Alien Genitalia, Rough Sex, Degradation, Spitting, Dom!Aonung, Switch!Rotxo, Sub!Reader

Words: 3925

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Ever since we had sex in the ocean, I cannot stop thinking about Rotxo’s darker side. How a darker, more primal instinct took over my sweet, kind, and considerate mate. I want it again. But the sex marathon left me on bed rest for two days. The soreness was awful, and my hips and thighs were covered in hand-shaped bruises, and bite marks littered my body. This left my mates unwilling to do it again, hating seeing me hurt; even though it was one of the best nights of my life, I was never empty during those 15 hours, overflowing with cum. The aches and pains were well worth it, but now they treat me like I’m made of spun glass. Fragile touches, with nothing more than a peck for kisses, and forget about sex. I’m about ready to lock myself in my pod and take care of it myself; of course, it will be the one with glass doors, so they have to watch from the outside, but I have one more idea before I resort to that. Hearing Aonung and Rotxo approaching our marui, I force myself to keep my face neutral. I’m simply washing the laundry, that’s all.

“Ma’Paskalin, you here?” I hear Rotxo shout by the entrance.

“I’m here, Love! I’m just washing some laundry!” I shout back, scrubbing absently at the salt-ridden tewng.

“I told you I would do that after the evening meal. Today is supposed to be your day of rest,” Aonung’s voice was closer than I had thought.

“I got bored just sitting around, and while I enjoy weaving jewelry, I am missing several pieces I need,” I explained, giving half the truth.

“You haven’t stopped in over a moon cycle. You must res-“ Aonung paused as he entered the room.

“Ma’Nung, why did you-“ Rotxo stopped talking after he walked into Aonung.

They stared at me from the edge of the main room, where I was adding more soap to the tewng.

“Sumtsyìp what… what are you doing?” Aonung asked uncertainly.

I looked at him bewildered, continuing with my plan. “I told you, Nung, I’m washing the laundry,” I explained, confused.

They looked at each other, probably questioning if they were hallucinating the same thing.

“Paskalin, but what… umm… where are your clothes?” Rotxo asked concernedly.

“Oh, my clothes? I wasn’t feeling them today,” I explained simply, as I started soaking the tewng into the water, pushing my breasts up ‘accidentally.’

The two of them sat there stunned, unable to process the scene in front of them.

“Speaking of clothes, take yours off. I’m already washing the laundry. I may as well wash those too,” I demand gently. It's not unusual for me to ask on my washing days.

They nodded dumbly as they reached around, untying their tewng unquestioningly; neither of them had blinked since they came into the marui.

As they fumbled with their clothes, I stood up and walked over, making sure to sway my hips a bit more, “Thank you, loves,” I said, and I reached up and kissed them both on the cheek before grabbing the garments, and walked back over to the bucket. I could feel their gaze on my ass, so I was careful to hide my secret.

I placed Rotxo’s in the bucket, but I then ‘dropped’ Aonung’s, splattering me in drops of water, “Oops,” I say innocently, as I bend over, grabbing a dry cloth to sop up the water, letting them see my handing tits sway. 

Aonung swallowed harshly as a soft growl came from Rotxo. It was quickly stopped, and as I moved to sit up, I could see Aonung’s hand on the back of Rotxo’s neck, gripping him tightly.

Aonung clears his throat awkwardly, “Ma’Tìyawn, while I am glad you seem to be over your tawtute modesty, maybe you could wear a tewng or a chest covering? One of the ones that Rotxo or I made for you?” Ever the diplomat, Aonung tried to negotiate.

I sat there and looked like I was pondering the idea, and I could see them getting hopeful.

“No thanks, I love them, but clothes feel bad on my skin right now,” I shrug off the idea.

I have to hide my manic glee as they look defeated, although Rotxo’s eyes never leave my breasts. Something so common for a Na’vi to show is something my mates only see when changing or having sex. My men know they’re a treat, and the way Rotxo’s tail swishes in a raised fanning motion, I know he’s ready to mate. When a Metkayina lifts their tail in a fanning motion, they’re spreading their scent, enticing their partner to mate as a natural aphrodisiac. Unfortunately for Rotxo, my nose isn’t strong enough to smell his pheromones.

“How was the hunt today? I know you didn’t go far,” I change the topic as I submerge the twengs into the water.

“It was a good haul. We will have plenty to salt,” Aonung answers.

“That’s amazing! I knew you were worried about the supply getting low. That’s one of the reasons I didn’t want to take an off day,” I ended with a pointed look.

I started to actually wash the clothing, leaning forward as I scrubbed the cloth on the washing board. Water splashed over my body, dripping down my chest, over my breast, and down my stomach. A sharp breath could be heard from both of them. Chancing a glance from under my lashes, I could see that both of their slits were relaxed, enticed by the sight of their mate. But I needed to push just a little more. Deeming the garments salt-free, I rang out the access water before standing to hang them out to dry. Thankfully, they were able to lower the hanging wrack for me, but even then, I still had to reach on my toes to get the job done. As I stretch out, my body bathing in the warm evening glow, the drops of water sparkling in the light. 

“You should have asked for help,” Rotxo’s voice was deeper than usual, as one of his hands rested on my hip, and the other neatened the clothing on the line.

“You have already hunted from dawn to near eclipse; you deserve a break. I’ve done nothing but sit on my ass all day,” I laminate as I lean back to his touch, resting my back against his stomach.

Just between my shoulder blades, I can feel his slit opening and the tip of his cock peeking out. I turn around and wrap my arms around his hips, the highest I can reach in this position, and I lean my head against his stomach, looking up at Rotxo with wide eyes as I place a small kiss on his navel.

I was ripped from Rotxo’s arms and held in Aonung’s, “We have not seen you since the sun rise. Are we not allowed to spoil our mate a little?” I could feel Aonung glaring at Rotxo, Aonung being the main reason why there’s been a sex ban. 

I look up at him, smiling softly, “I can say the same,” Kissing Aonung in the same spot.

I could feel Aonung hold his breath, not wanting to break his resolve, but enough for me to push the final act.

“I know you two just got back, but I would love to go sunbathing for a bit,” I explained to Aonung.

He cleared his throat, “Of course, let us clean our gear, and then we will join you."

I left his arms, walking towards the edge of our marui, looking over my shoulders, “Don’t take too long,” I said in a sing-song voice.

As I walked out, I could hear Aonung scolding Rotxo in the background. I chuckle to myself, knowing that this is going to end now. The sand beneath my toes was warm as I went to my favorite spot. I gently sat myself down, careful not to put too much pressure on my ass, as I went to lie down. Because little did either of them know, I’ve had a butt plug in ready for their return, a known weakness for Aonung. To start with, I laid on my back and closed my eyes, simply enjoying the sun's warm rays. 

I may have dozed for a bit because when I looked around, Aonung and Rotxo were quietly talking to each other on either side of me. I pushed myself up onto my elbows, stretching my back and consequently pushing my breasts out.

“Enjoy your nap, Sumtsyìp?” Aonung asked me softly.

I looked at him and hummed sleepily, but as I turned to Rotxo, his eyes were pinned on my chest, his eyes dark. And I remembered I have a plan, and I will see through it. 

“I didn’t even realize I was tired, but I feel much better now,” I explain mostly honestly, thinking back to how worked up I got myself as I fitted in the plug.

I rolled myself over, pushed myself onto my knees, and stretched my arms out, body low ass high. Letting the jewel from the plug sparkle in the sunlight. 

“Fuck,” Rotxo hissed as he stared at my ass, but it’s Aonung that I need to persway.

I shake my ass side to side before sitting myself up, acting like nothing happened, chancing a glance at Aonung. Not that I was able to. 

Aonung grabbed my hips, pulling me close to him, and forced me onto my hands and knees again, “Stay,” He demanded darkly; I obeyed, knowing if I didn’t, then this would all stop. 

Aonung’s hands slipped from my waist and moved down to my ass, gripping roughly as he spread my cheeks, showing off the sparkly blue plug. He stares at it for a long while; neither Roxto nor I dare to say anything, not wanting to risk our one chance at ending the sex ban. Aonung moves his thumb, feeling around the base of the plug, before slipping it under, lighting pulling up on it.

I can’t stop the moan from leaving my lips, “Nung,” I beg quietly.

“It has been three weeks; the bruises from before haven’t fully faded, yet here you are begging for more,” Aonung muttered quietly. 

“Yes, Nung, all I’ve ever wanted is you two, no matter what,” I answered him honestly.

I looked over at Rotxo, trying to hint at him. Thankfully, he understood, smoothly crawling over the sand. Once he reached Aonung, he leaned up and wrapped his arms around Aonung’s neck, bringing him into a sensual kiss.

“Ma’Muntxatan, we’ve missed you,” Another kiss, “Missed your touch,” This kiss was on his jaw, “Please, Nung,” A bite on his neck.

One of Aonung’s hands left me, instead reaching up and fisting Rotxo’s hair, pulling Rotxo face to face. Rotxo’s neck was at an awkward angle, drawing a moan from Rotxo.

A deep sigh comes from Aonung, “I do my best to treat you two like the precious stones you are, yet you moan unashamedly when I treat you like whores. Is this really what you want?” He asks us seriously.

“I want everything,” Rotxo answered earnestly.

“I want whatever you’ll give me,” My voice was soft as I leaned into his touch.

A low growl left Aonung’s lips, “By Eywa, you two will be the end of me,” Aonung shook his head. 

Suddenly, Aonung’s touches became firmer, more confident, “Ma’Muntxatan, open your mouth,” His demand was simple, and Rotxo quickly obeyed. Aonung pulled Rotxo’s head back just a tad more, “Such a pretty thing,” And spat in his mouth.

Rotxo finished slightly, not expecting Aonung to do such a thing, before moaning wantonly, swallowing Aonung’s spit before reopening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, wordlessly asking for more.

Aonung fought to keep his face straight; he didn’t think that Rotxo would enjoy it that much, “You really are my precious whore,” His words were mean, but his eyes filled with love, “Keep it in your mouth this time,” Aonung demanded, before spitting in Rotxo’s mouth again. Rotxo moaned eagerly but obeyed Aonung’s orders. 

Slowly, the hand tangled in Rotxo’s hair spilled from its spot and fell back to my ass, spreading me wide, “Ma’Sumtsyìp, hold yourself open for me, yes, just like this.”

I lowered my chest into the sand as I reached back behind me, replacing Aonung’s hands with my own, leaving me bare to their views. I flushed from the intense gaze they both hand on my ass and pussy, looking at me like I’m their last meal.

The hand on my plug returned to work, now with more room to work with. Pulling it up, just to the point that the bulbous part would stretch my rim, then letting it go, letting my ass sallow it back up. I arched my back and whined at the stimulation; I’ve been holding this plug in for so long that it feels amazing to be touched. I could feel Aonung twisting the base around, but the smooth metal of the plug didn’t do much in that regard. Unamused by the lack of reaction, Aonung went to pull the plug again, only to push it in deeper. He did this a couple more times, deeply fucking me with the plug. Each push in forced breathy moans out of me. The slow-burning heat that travels through me with each thrust is addictive, the forbidden pleasure entrapping me in its claws and making my cunt throb. On the next pullback, I waited for Aonung to push it back, but this time he did. He continued on pulling, and the plug started to restretch my rim.

“Nung!” I whined as I pushed my hips back, trying to follow him. 

Instead of a reply, Aonung’s spare hand pushed my hips back into place as he continued removing the plug. My ass started to burn from the stretch, fighting to keep the plug inside, but no matter how hard it fought, Aonung was distended to be the victor. Finally, my ass gave in and released the plug with a sounding pop. I could feel the cool ocean breeze tickle at my insides. I attempted to close my asshole shut, only to find that I was unable to do that, instead lossly gaping for Aonung and Rotxo’s view. 

“Well fuck me,” Aonung growled, pleased by the sight.

The plug that I use is one that can easily prepare me for one of my men to use my ass; Aonung knows that he could slip inside right now, and there’d be little to no resistance. Aonung pushed in a finger, dragging it across my bottom walls, not even touching the top of my asshole, before pulling down, trying to stretch me just a little more. 

“Ma’Muntxatan, it seems our Sumtsyìp did most of the work for us,” Aonung praised gently, “Now spit,” He demanded firmly.

Rotxo eagerly obeyed, slitting into my gaping asshole. The feeling of their combined spit was filthy as it wetted my lubed ass even more. My cunt throbbed in response as I moaned for more. Aonung’s finger trailed around inside my ass for a moment; soon, he removed it and replaced it with the tip of metal. Aonung slowly pushed it back inside, making me stretch over the widened base before it popped back inside. But that wasn’t the end of it. Aonung pulled it out faster this time before forcing it back in.

“Nung! Nung!’ I called out, the feeling of my ass being played with so roughly ached in the best ways, and I wanted more.

 He did this again and again, forcing the metal past my rim until he met no resistance. Only then did he push the plug back in and leave it there.

“Tighten your asshole,” Aonung demanded. 

I tightened my muscles the best I could around the plug, but I could barely feel the plug inside me. Aonung moved my hands before he grabbed my hips, flipping me over onto my back. My breath was knocked out of me, but I didn’t have time to recover as Aonung lifted my legs up until my knees were by my rib cage.

“Hold your legs,”

I grabbed the back of my knees, trying to stay in place. While I watched my two mates. Aonung threaded his fingers into Rotxo’s hair, pulling him in for a kiss full of teeth and tongue. He was relentless with Rotxo, refusing to let him gain dominance for a second. When Aonung pulled back, Rotxo was dazed, his lips swollen as he heaved in breaths. Without skipping a beat, Aonung then led Rotxo to my pussy, keeping him just out of reach.

“See that pussy? You only get to use it when I say you can, and right now, you’re going to eat it until I tell you to stop,” Aonung growled at Rotxo before shoving his face into my pussy.

It was rough, sloppy, and callus; Rotxo didn’t care for my pleasure, only what he wanted, and fuck, it was good. His tongue swiped over me from my hole to my clit, before he plunged his tongue into my pussy. 

“Roro!” I moaned, trying to rock my hips into his face, only succeeding in grinding my clit into his nose; between crushing my clit and the pleasure of his thick tongue inside my pussy I was in heaven.

Rotxo’s tongue left my pussy and started to nip at my folds, his sharp teeth bringing snips of pain before delving back in. I lay there whining and moaning, writing in place as my high started to near. I kept humping Rotxo’s face, chasing my high, before Rotxo was ripped away from me. 

Roxto whined just as loud as I did; his tongue still stuck out, wanting more, and his face was covered in my slick, his eyes still crazed, staring unblinkingly at my pussy, only Aonung’s hold on his hair stopping him.

“I believe I told you to stop,” Aonung yanked on Rotxo’s hair again, “That pussy needs to be properly prepared, and if you can’t do it, then you get to sit alone and watch us,” He threatened. 

Rotxo whined in response but nodded the best he could in Aonung’s grasp.

“Now go,” Aonung demanded, throwing Rotxo at me.

Rotxo caught himself before he landed on me, instead situating himself so he had the perfect access to my pussy. Already slightly prepped from his tongue, Rotxo pushed in a finger easily, simply sliding in without resistance. His finger was so big and thick inside my pussy; Rotxo thrust his finger in and out, wiggling it around, hitting every pleasure spot inside me. 

“Please, Roro! More! Please, I want your cock” I begged him, needing to be filled more, eager for their cocks.

Rotxo groaned in return, “Fuck, yes,” then slipped in another finger. This one met more resistance, bringing a slight burn as he wiggled it inside.

Rotxo leaned down and took my clit into his mouth, sucking on it harshly as he quickly added another finger. I dug my nails into my skin as I held myself open, trying to ground myself from the assault of pleasure and pain. 

“Oh!” I moaned into the air, catching Aonung’s attention.

“What?” He mocked, “Is Rotxo treating you like a slut? I thought that was what you wanted. But if you want, I can make it even,” Aonung pressed himself flat against Rotxo, his hands wrapping around his front, one on his hip and the other down to his slit. Rotxo’s central slit had been relaxed for so long that Aonung was able to part it with one swipe, slipping two of his fingers inside him. Aonung always loved playing with Rotxo’s pouch, the spacious home to a male Na’vi’s sexual organs. 

“-uck!” Rotxo whined into my pussy, from the feeling of his slit being stretched and filled. 

“That’s it; I got to get you ready to fuck this pretty pussy don’t I?” Aonung’s voice was smug as he said this. 

After fishing around inside Rotxo’s slit, Aonung finally found his prize; using two fingers, he grabbed onto Rotxo’s cock, and eased it outside. The base of his cock is the same light blue as his skin, lightening into a pretty baby purple at the tapered tip of his cock; the shaft is covered in spines similar to that of his kuru. 

Aonung pulled Rotxo off of me, “She’s had enough prep; now, lay down on your back,” He ordered Rotxo.

I whined from the loss of Rotxo’s finger, hating the empty feeling that it left me with. But seeing Rotxo lying next to me, his large cock hard and eager, my cunt clenched in anticipation. 

Aonung then tangled his fingers in my hair, “Come on now, you can crawl,” I let go of my legs and followed where Aonung was leading me.

Aonung laid me chest to chest with Rotxo before lining up Rotxo’s cock with my hole; the tapered tip pressed snuggly against my pussy before sliding in. Each spine on his cock popped past my entrance; the friction burned as I was stuffed on his cock. 

“Sumtsyìp, you so fucking tight,” Rotxo hissed as I finally bottomed out.

“Humans get tighter after a lack of use,” I responded shakily, my brain buzzing deliciously.

 Aonung chuckled at us, “Well, that won't happen again,” He grabbed the plug again, removing it swiftly. 

When he removed the plug, it pushed on my walls, making me feel Rotxo’s cock even more. Aonung tossed the plug to the side, then grabbed onto my ass cheeks, spreading them before devling his tongue in. 

“Oh, Fuck Nung!” I screamed as his wet muscle wiggled inside my ass.

Aonung chuckled as he sucked on my rim, pulling away after, “It’s so delicious looking; I just had to have a taste.”

From there, Aonung lined up with my asshole and pushed inside. It was so much more with Rotxo inside. I could feel their spines rubbing against each other through the thin wall separating my ass and pussy. 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I rambled as their cocks came to life, the spines wiggling around, each of them trying to find the perfect spot to lock inside me.

“Fuck, Sumtsyìp, so fucking tight,” Aonung growled as he started to roll his hips, the spines in his cock not letting him leave my pussy.

The two of the fucked me like that, stuffed on their cocks, as the spines wiggled and writhed inside me, some of them stiffening and refusing to budge after they’ve found their spot. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I was fucked. Not a thought could be made, each cock fucking the thoughts out of me. All I knew was that I was going to cum soon.

Aonung grabbed my throat with his spare hand, gripping it tightly, “This is what you asked for slut; you wanted to be treated like a whore, because that’s what you are. You’re our whore,” His voice was deep and filled with amusement, “Now cum!”

Waves of pleasure rolled through me; my toes curled, and my legs shook. My vision whited out, and I couldn’t even scream. I clenched around their cocks, causing both of them to moan,  but they didn’t stop, even as I started to whine and wiggle away.

Aonung smirked at me, “Where are you going slut? We haven’t cum yet, and you know that selfish girls get punished.”

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