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loko4koko · 4 months

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Cowboy Toji. He's taken over my mind. Imagine him tied up with his own rope, commanding you to help him, but instead, we tease him till he's all hot and bothered.

oh my sweet anon you have NO idea how this ask has affected me 😭 as someone who used to be heavy in the rdr2 fandom, i have a LOT (A LOT) of thoughts about sexy yummy cowboy men hehe

gn!reader but they do wear a dress!

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cowboy!toji—well, he isn’t just a cowboy, he’s a bounty hunter. one of the best around, too. he has no rivals because everyone knows they aren’t even close to being as tough as him. he’ll hog tie a bounty right up (or shoot them if they’re being a pain in the ass), sling ‘em on the back of his horse, and when he’s done dropping them at the sheriff’s, he’ll use the hefty reward to celebrate at the nearby saloon.

only, toji may have celebrated a little too hard this time, ‘cause he fell victim to one of the oldest scams in the book. 4 whiskey shots and 2 beers in, toji gets approached by a working girl, and she’s real pretty, too, so who would he be to say no to a little company? so he stumbles off with her, following her lead to a secluded room in the saloon. but what happens there is far from what toji had expected.

when he wakes up, only a couple of hours later, he can’t see anything. the room is dark, and…why does it feel so cold? there’s a grimace on toji’s face as he tries to get up from what he thinks is the floor, only to realize his limbs are completely immobile. ‘that fucking girl…” he thinks, hissing as the ropes tied around his almost completely naked form dig into his flesh. he’s left in nothing but his underwear, grumbling angrily to himself while he tries desperately to wriggle out of his binds. that girl must’ve been a pro at this, though, ‘cause those ropes aren’t budgin’.

you’re in the storage room next door, organizing the newest case of liqour when you hear it. there’s someone groaning, some shuffling, and it startles the hell out of you. you set the box full of alcohol aside and listen further, and when the person swears your eyes widen. you tiptoe your way out to the hall, pressing your ear up against the door of the second, empty storage room. “goddamn thievin’ girl..shit..” you hear them say. it’s a man’s voice, real deep and boy, does he sound angry. your curiosity gets the best of you in the end, so you push the door open, reaching to turn on the lantern near the entrance. it takes a second for your eyes to adjust but when they do, your breath hitches.

there’s a man—just like you’d heard from the other room—and he’s..oh. your face grows hot as you take in the compromising position he seems to be in. his short black hair is tousled, scar on his lip twisted up as he tries to wriggle himself free, and when he looks up at you, it’s like a switch flips inside of you.

“ya mind givin’ me a hand here, doll?”

those dark, brooding eyes follow your every movement as you cross the short distance to reach him. you drop to the floor in front of him, dirtying the long skirt of your dress but you couldn’t care less. you’ve heard stories of a famous bounty hunter, one who could clear rooms with his gaze alone. the one with the scar and the midnight black stallion. the man who rides through the night like death incarnate. the one and only toji fushiguro. and here he was, bound in his own ropes, right in front of you.

your eyes are full of wonder as you take him in, hand subconsciously reaching out to smooth a thumb across his scarred lip. it’s real. he’s real. and he’s bared before you, wrapped up like a present that only you know about. your fingers skip a path down to his chiseled jaw, then further, down past the thick cords of his neck, before they come to a stop on his broad chest. the skin is flawed—healed knife slashes and bullet grazings etched across his pale flesh—but still so soft, so inviting with how it ripples under your delicate touch. as you explore him, your thumb brushes his nipple and he shudders, steely eyes boring into you when you meet his stare.

“this ain’t what i meant by ‘givin’ me a hand, sweetheart’,” he says, voice rumbling low.

“i- i’m sorry, do you..want me to stop?”

he’s silent for a long moment, jaw clenched tight while your hand hovers just off of his toned abdomen. your palm is so close you can still feel the heat radiating from him, and it’s killing you how badly you want that heat on you directly from the source.

“no.”

so you don’t stop. your hands are fully on him now, groping at his chest and caressing his stomach. and when your hand trails lower, your eyes meet his again and he holds your gaze quietly. you can feel how hard he is through his underwear, can feel how hot and big and throbbing he is. lip between your teeth, you take the plunge and grip him tight, barely able to wrap your hand around the girthy shaft. he hisses, eyes still on you, unwavering in their confidence. it doesn’t matter to toji that he’s the one restrained, he knows (in his sober state) that he could intimidate anyone into backing down, and you’re no exception. but there’s something in him, something that he sees in you that has him keening at your touch. in him- addicted, in you- addicting.

you’ve reduced this big, burly, violent man into a grunting mess. there’s sticky spots of pre staining his underwear and his head has fallen back between his bulky shoulders and fuck, he wants to cum, so bad—so fucking bad—but you’re not as sweet as you look, keep slowing the pump of your wrist down when his hips start to grind up into the strokes.

are you going to be nice, be kind to this scary man? or are you going to leave him there, high and dry? choose wisely, he’s a professional at finding people who’ve wronged him…

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starryficsfinishwen · 2 months

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✧。◟ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ! — PGR Men x reader

last night, I laid in bed so blue / then I realized the truth!

summary // how do your favorite constructs kiss you?

a.n. - post Valentine's post :D I've been so busy with irl lately, I only just got back on my Tumblr 🫠 how'd your valentine's go?(I had a date with my school project :'D so peinful)

pairing(s) - lee, chrome, wanshi, kamui, camu, watanabe, noan, roland, noctis x f!commandant (and can be gender neutral!) (separate!)

content // suggestive LOL basically how your favorite playable characters would kiss you scenarios~

dividers by @/saradika-graphics!

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Lee: Hyperreal

Kissing Lee is like breathing.

Inhaling, in the way his hands are on your jaw, the little smile on your lips when his breath fans yours. Breathing in, the smell of the cologne you've gifted him makes you dizzy in a good way, the softest brush of his mouth on the corner of your lips. Taking in, the taste of chocolate; bitter as the coffee you made the first time, yet morphs into something so sweet as sugar cookies, and you can feel him smiling as your lips meet, savoring every drop he offers—

Exhaling, as Lee pulls away to give you air, foreheads touching, because you are both too intertwined to move away from one another.

“We made quite a mess here,” you giggled.

The newly-made kitchen of the Gray Raven base is as messy as a child's breakfast: pots and pans strung everywhere, chocolates and other liquids splattered all over the counter, the drain is probably clogging for some reason (it was Lee's fault), and there was a burnt cake placed somewhere (your fault) but you both never minded those.

“I told you to let me handle all the baking,” Lee huffs, thumbs unconsciously caressing your jaw, “You had to be so stubborn.”

“I knew what I was doing,” you pout, “You always follow the recipe, even though you could just do some feeling!”

“I am starting to doubt your feelings. Remember the first-”

“-not another word.”

“Okay, okay, I'm sorry to burst your bubble.” Lee smiles at you, hands now placed beside your legs on the table you sat on, “We might as well clean up and just order something else.”

“Nooo,” you whine, tugging on his 'Kiss the Cook' apron, “The last cake is in the oven. It'll be done. I promise, it will taste yummy.”

Your lover laughs, his head rubbing your cheek, “Remind me again why we are baking?”

“It was supposed to be my surprise for you for Valentine's.” You admit, sighing, “You had to come and ruin it.”

Everything feels natural; his body fills in the gaps in yours. His head rests on your neck, your hand on his cheek and hair, his arms on your waist. You breathe in the same air, laughing off the smell of the burnt cake from earlier.

“I'm sorry,” he softly murmurs, his lips lightly kissing your neck, “...at least I get to take you out tonight.”

“Tonight?” Did you have a plan for tonight?

“Yes. I reserved a table for us at the restaurant you like.”

What a surprise. Pulling away to look at Lee's cerulean eyes, you somehow realized something:

“I thought you hated dining outside of our lounge.”

“I do,” Lee purses his lips, before sighing, “but I know we've been busy and you wanted to eat outside. Besides, it's still practical because of the restaurant's offer for Valentine's.”

Ah, this man is so smooth. You already knew that it wasn't just for that reason. Leaning to press your lips into his, you could feel your heart leap out of joy. You could hear the ting of the oven, but you never cared. You only wanted Lee's kiss— Lee's love, in the form of inhaling, taking in, exhaling.

“Commandant,” Lee pulls away slightly, whispering, “the cake-”

“I love you, Lee,” you giggled, hands threading in his hair as you purposely let your leg catch that particular spot that made him shudder, “You're so sly.”

“...You better finish what you've started, Commandant.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Chrome: Glory

Kissing Chrome is needy.

It's hot, it's heavy— his hands that grasped your shoulders, almost afraid you'd disappear if he wasn't careful; yet, still so gentle— his lips on yours are so soft, you feel like you'd melt if he wasn't holding you.

“I missed you,” Chrome mumbles when he parted from yours for air, “I missed you so damn much.”

It's not a common occurrence for the both of you to be away from each other. He was the Captain of Strike Hawk, and you had your own team. But to be away from the public eye, to be in some random corner of the streets, as your heavy breathing mingled with one another and your bodies touching, you remember that you couldn't be away from your lover far too long now.

“I missed you, Chrome, I missed you, too.” You could sob from the intensity of your situation, hands reaching for whatever part of him—his shoulders, his arms, his cheek— “Thank God, I can finally see you.”

“Me too,” Chrome breathes, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, “I couldn't wait any longer.”

“Do you still have more appointments?”

“I do,” he groans, frustration evident on his pretty face, “I still have to meet a few more people...”

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't be,” Chrome is the one who apologizes instead, starry eyed twinkling that made you frown instead.

It's always busy and no rest days. Apart from your lover being such a dependable leader, sometimes, your greed makes you want to steal him away. But alas, as you caress his cheek, the cool touch of his skin underneath your fingertips, it makes you lean onto him, lips kissing his jaw.

“[Y/N]...?”

“I missed your touch,” You admit, hands now on his cheeks, “I missed your face. I missed your hands, your kisses— I don't want to be away from you longer.”

Was it your position that somehow made you hot? Or was it the way Chrome leaned more into you, kisses reaching every inch of your face, to your chin, to your exposed jaw— you stifle a quiet moan, as Chrome nips at a particularly sensitive spot on your neck, something that you've never touched before, something that was a step closer into your relationship.

“I am trying so hard not to overwhelm you, [Y/N]. I missed you so badly,” Chrome groans, “but finally seeing you, finally being able to touch you...I want to show you how much I missed you, but I'm afraid it'll be too much...”

“Don't stop,” Boldly, you proclaimed, hands running through his hair, disrupting it into a messy one, “Let's go home, Chrome. Show me how much you've missed me, and I'll show you mine.”

Pulling away so slightly, Chrome's turquoise irises reflecting a darker shade amidst the light from the crack of the corner. In between those eyes and your pending responsibilities, you already made your decision. As you feel Chrome's hold on your hips, you pressed your lips to him.

“I hope you'll stay true to that offer, [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Wanshi: Hypnos

Kissing Wanshi is dreamy.

In the tender tones of daylight, the artificial sun bleeding into your skin. There are too many touches all at once, but neither the two of you bother to pull away. Wanshi's lips find your skin without a hassle, humming when you swallow your laughs. He's everywhere— your hand, your arm, your shoulder, the dip of your breasts, your clavicle— everywhere but your face.

“Wanshi,” you purred, never bothering to open your eyes, “you're so needy...”

“Hush, let me dream a bit longer,” your lover sighs in your neck, nibbling your skin, “it's not everyday I get to kiss you like this.”

“We'll both be late at this point. Didn't you say Captain Chrome warned you already?”

“He already put those rules before,” he pauses, yawning, arms now wrapped possessively around your waist, “I'm exempted.”

“I won't be surprised if you get to be deprived of your capsule for another week...”

“Hey, this is about us today,” he murmurs, lightly kissing the side of your neck, “I don't want to hear another man's name in our bed...”

Your lover never learns. But still, you couldn't help but laugh at his antics. It's his problem anyways, not yours. As you giggle, your hand finds itself cupping Wanshi's soft cheeks, squeezing it.

“Wanshi, darling, we really need to get up soon. I also have work.”

You could feel Wanshi pouting against your skin. Without a warning, he gets on top of you, golden eyes looking at you. “Five minutes. Give me five more minutes, and I'll let you go.”

As you were about to ask what he meant, Wanshi leans down to capture your lips with his. You squeak from surprise, but in the end, you couldn't help but submit to his whims. His soft lips, the love that permeates from him, slipping in so deeply into you as you felt yourself buried deeper into the sheets. Your hand finds his, intertwining as he leads it above your head. Forget your job, forget that it's another shitty work day; it's only you and Wanshi, in your bed, and his dreamy kisses.

You love Wanshi, and you'd always pick him, despite his sleepy circumstances, despite everything else.

“Mm...Wanshi, give me more than five minutes.” You mutter, letting your legs wrap around his waist, pressing into him.

“Oh?”

“Yes, nngh, you win this time. Now, give me more kisses.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ Kamui: Tenebrion

Kissing Kamui is like catching the sun in both hands.

More like a surprise; playful shouting as he wins another round of your favorite game, leaving you dumbfounded in your chair. You love your man so much that you'd rather see him with that goofy smile on his face. But sometimes, some victories feel like they are being rubbed hard on your face.

“Haha! This is the third time now!”

“Alright, alright,” you shrug, placing the controller down, watching Kamui lead out of his seat, “You win.”

“Does this mean I get to have the seat for a week?”

“A month, too, if you want,” you shrug again, “Congratulations, Kamui.”

It's his playful character that made you fall for him in the first place— a unique laughter, the way his eyes crinkled with delight, how Kamui's feet would curl. But unbeknownst to him, however, you had another trick on your sleeve.

“Time for a free round!”

“No, thank you,” you flutter your eyes at him, “I'd like to see you play for now. I might get you next time if I watch your movements.”

Kamui laughs instead, making your stomach jump, “Babe, just watch, then. But I'm sure that I'll win again like always.”

As Kamui positions, your plan goes into play. He won't win against you, the real mastermind of the game.

Kamui's eyes glimmer as he focuses intently on the game. Somehow, in the middle of scoring another new record, his mind lands on you.

“[Y/N]? You seem qui-”

When he turns his head, he is met with a surprise kiss on his lips. Kissing Kamui always felt like reaching for the sun in your hands, especially this way: the surprised sound from his lips when they met yours, the softest yet so hot as he absentmindedly drops his console, reaching to hold you; Kamui doesn't hesitate to kiss you back with the same intensity— tongue tasting his favorite drink on yours, the smell of your perfume, and the dizzying heat when he refuses the pull away, in spite of your little plan.

You squeak when Kamui gently pushes you onto the sofa, him breaking away to find your saliva strung together on both of your lips. The game plays in the background, forgotten as Kamui straddles you. Looking back at his glinting eyes, you seem to miss this in your equation.

“Really, [Y/N]?”

“Y-you didn't have to- I-I thought you'd-”

“Tsk, tsk,” Kamui laughs, thumb caressing your swollen lips, “[Y/N], you already knew I'd let you win. I guess you'll be getting your present early, then~”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Camu: Crocotta

Kissing Camu is like snow on the beach.

So rare, so sudden. It's the rumble of the vending machine of some unknown brand, dropping a new kind of food. Was it edible?

“So they really did put up these things.”

It's the low sound of Camu's husky voice surprising you on a random sunny afternoon. You quickly pick up the food, presenting it in front of him, “Do you mean this?”

Camu takes the food from your hand. It's a cake in a can, you presume, as it is written boldly on the cover. Squinting his eyes, Camu effortlessly tears off the lid without the use of the safety pin. At this point, such a scenario no longer surprises you.

“A cake in the can?”

“A cake in the can.” Camu affirms, giving it back to you, “It was a staple for the Japanese vending machines back in the Golden Age.”

The little treat (although forced open) seemed cute. Using the spoon provided, you took a few bites. Immediately, a yummy flavor pours into your mouth, making you squeal with joy. You quickly taste more.

“Mmh! It's so sweet~!”

“Yeah, they're usually really sweet.”

Taking a large spoonful, you hold it out to Camu. “Would you like some?”

Hesitant. Camu looks at you, somehow judging you (do you usually hold out food to random people?), yet cautiously leans down to your height. His eyes never leave yours as he takes a bite, even until he gulps it down. Your eyes twinkle as you notice your joy reflected in his, signaling the sweet taste of the dessert.

“What do you think?”

“...it is very sweet.”

“I really want to eat more of this~” you grin, “let me order-”

Camu holds your shoulder, causing you to stop. When you turned to look back at him, focused dark eyes looked at you.

“Wait.”

Camu leans forward, his face inches away from yours. As you feel your temperature grow higher, you only notice Camu's thumb caress the corner of your mouth.

“...you had a bit of cream there.”

Did you only notice Camu's handsomeness just now? Or was it because of the close proximity? His breath is cool on your lips, pretty dark eyes devoid of any harshness that he usually portrays, yet the subtle softness of his features somehow made him look more handsome up close. It makes you want to kiss him.

“I'm sorry?”

Snapping out of your reverie, you blink at him, “Huh?”

“You said you wanted to kiss me.”

Crap. You and your thoughts! You groan, trying to mask your reddening embarrassment, “Ah, Camu, I'm so sorry, I didn't-”

But Camu closes the gap anyways. It catches you off guard at first, but his kiss is cool and warm at the same time, almost felt like bathing in the sea amidst the snow. You taste the sweet cake on his lips, the smell of peppermint invading your senses. It is only a short while, ending as fast as it started. When he pulls away, you find dark eyes reflecting your emotion: curiosity.

“...ah-!”

“Technically, we indirectly kissed already.”

Camu points at the spoon, realization dawning on you. You squeak, trying to assess more of the situation. But Camu, with a small smile on his lips despite the deepening blush on his cheeks, coughs, “...I guess it's time for me to ask you out later during the Valentine's event, then.”

You were about to ask what the deal was about, until your mind whirred back to his initial words.

“I thought you don't like Valentine's?”

“I don't like Valentines.” He said.

“So why...?”

Camu, turning away from you, before looking back with a smile on his face, “I like you, obviously.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Watanabe: Epitaph

Kissing Watanabe is always a surprise.

It's when you least expected it. From the sudden kisses in front of children, to meet ups in the warehouse, and even in random times of the day. Watanabe would always keep surprising you, you almost think it's a routine at this point (God Bless your heart; hopefully his antics won't kill you before your fated day).

However, lately, it's almost not happening.

“Hello, [Y/N],” your lover greets you as he passes by, opting to continue talking to the man beside him. You retract your expectant hands.

“Watch out, [Y/N].” Watanabe calmly catches you by your hips, when a child nearly hits you with the ball. You wanted to reach out, but he was already walking away.

“I'll be taking that.” And gone was the playful kiss on your shoulder, instead, it was a smile on his lips as he took the supplies and left you in the dark. What the hell was going on?

On a random evening, he started to avoid you on purpose.

“Watanabe!” You cried out as you watched him disappear from the sea of people.

It was the nth time of you trying to track him down that day. Tired from running around, you slump against the wall, tears filling your eyes. Your tears began to escape your eyes as the atmosphere around you, despite it being Valentine's, was full of love and laughter.

What did you do wrong? Watanabe is your lover, one you've long promised to be with forever. But what was forever if he no longer looked at your way?

“Miss [Y/N]?”

Sniffling away your tears, you looked up to see one of the Forsaken soldiers. “Y-yes?”

“...are you alright?”

“Y-yes, yes,” you were not, but you still stood up, facing the soldier, “What do you need?”

“Could you kindly come with me to the warehouse? I need someone to inspect the weapons before we head out tomorrow.”

Wordlessly, you follow the construct. Your mind swims in a hazy sea of doubts and self depreciation. Should you leave this place? Go back to Babylonia? You are still welcome there, last time you checked. But the people...

It didn't take a while before you both arrived at the destination. Stepping inside the dark warehouse, you failed to notice that the door behind you closed. As you ran to pry it open, from the corner of your eyes, you saw a lone light shine in the middle of the dark warehouse.

It's Watanabe.

All of your anger rushes to your brain. Your legs move quicker, however, sprinting to reach out to the estranged man.

“You selfish little-”

“[Y/N]-”

Anything Watanabe says is fast, but your reflexes are faster. You held onto his arms, your tears of anger flowing as you cried out.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“I know, I know-”

“Do you know how sad and angry I am at you? For leaving me with no answers?”

Watanabe does not answer. He lets you speak.

“Why? What did I do wrong? Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am aware, yes.” He answers, sorrowful, “I am sorry for treating you that way, [Y/N]. I know I shouldn't have done that, but my actions hurt you instead.”

“Then why did you do it?”

Watanabe doesn't answer. Instead, he reaches out to cup your cheeks, genuine sadness reflecting in his expression.

“I have been thinking. And I made up my mind.”

He caresses your cheeks with such reverence, it almost makes you melt. “...being away from you is so cruel. I wanted to make such a heavy decision, to leave you so you could be with another human, but I realized that I was just like you— I would be angry, too.”

Watanabe leans down, your forehead touching, “I want to be greedy for you, [Y/N]. Please, let me make it up to you.”

Suddenly, you were aware of the weight of your words from earlier. You weren't mad; you were devastated. Should this man, the love of your life, leave you, what becomes of you, then?

“Watanabe...”

You tug on his collar, whispering, “Don't go. Kiss me, please.”

Kissing Watanabe really is a surprise. It's fulfilling, in a way that completes you like a puzzle, his warm lips on yours. You love him just as much as he loves you, perhaps more— it's agonizing, it's too much, yet you crave for him; he is all you have. When he reluctantly pulls away, he whispers your name.

The lights of the warehouse turn on. And behind him, a dazzling display of flowers and pictures are shown.

“What-”

“I know it's not much, unlike the luxuries in Babylonia,” Watanabe kneels down, the glittering stone on the engraved jewelry in his hand, “But this is all from every corner of my heart; I love you, my [Y/N]. Please accept my proposal.”

You couldn't hold your tears anymore— from anger, they turned into immense joy. The answer has long been spoken.

“Marry me, my [Y/N].”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noan: Arca

Kissing Noan is sweet.

Little kisses and noises of joy as you take breaks in between your book reading. It's his warm hand on top of yours, the other busy flipping through the pages. Noan's voice is a soothing lullaby, a gentle lull as he reads the passages for you.

“It's quite ironic,” Noan breaks away from the book, putting it aside as he brushes away the hair covering your face, “I thought you wanted me to read to you.”

There you were, comfortably laying on his lap, watching him with tired eyes. Slightly pouting, you weakly tugged on his scarf, “Noan, why did you stop...”

“My lap isn't very comfortable to sleep in. Let's move you back to your base.”

“Nooo,” you stubbornly shook your head, trying not to let Noan stand, “Finish reading the book, please? You're almost at the exciting part...”

Sighing, Noan picks up the book. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley, one of the books that caught Noan's attention. Driven by your immense curiosity and how Noan was itching to read the story, judging by its summary, you thought it was a nice idea to let him read to you. It's hitting two birds with one stone!

“I don't get how you're so interested in the book,” Noan asks, flipping back to the page where he left, “You're already falling asleep.”

You don't have the heart to tell him you've already read it while you were still in the F.O.S. “Well, I think the concept is neat.”

“The concept of a man who has the body parts of dead people off killing people just to appease his creator?”

You shrugged, “I mean...”

Noan laughs, fingers idly drifting and drawing circles on your cheek, “Just tell me that you're just doing this because you think that I'm interested in it.”

“Are you not?” You turned to catch brown eyes looking at you with mirth.

“In a way, yeah.”

You pondered for a bit, trying to remember the contents of the book. Lifting your hand to cup Noan's cheeks, you huffed, “Y'know, you remind me a bit of the monster.”

Quickly catching yourself with your words (to which Noan laughs), “I mean, minus the killing. Wait, no, I mean-”

“Okay, okay, something related to that?”

“Yes, that.” You grinned, “the monster wasn't supposed to mean any harm. He simply wanted the attention and love from his creator.”

Your lover, in a way, was similar to the monster of the book. Rebuilt and revived, nearly as a killing machine. But does a killing machine have to look this beautiful in the hazy afternoon glow? Noan's lips parted for a bit, before pursing them. Lifting your head, you snuck in a short kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“You're similar yet different from the monster, Noan.” You murmured, closing your eyes as you inhaled his smell, “Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.”

Noan chuckles, lightly squeezing your cheeks, “and you tell me you've never read the book before-”

“I didn't disagree, didn't I?”

“Hmm...”

“Noan,” you whispered, “Unlike Frankenstein's story, you are never feared, nor despised.”

You kissed Noan. It's sweet— the taste of the cookies you gave, the herbal tea; his lips that were made to kiss yours, to fit; and Noan, who went through too much, was yours to protect forevermore.

“You are loved, even more than your creator.”

When you pull away, deep red tinted his cheeks and ears, which made you laugh. “Well, Noan?”

“Mm...I should stop reading the book since you already know-”

“Keep going, please?” You purred, “I like you reading to me.”

“...mh, fine, you're lucky I like you.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Roland: Flambeau

Kissing Roland is, well, comedic.

He's laughing; the crescendo plays a melodic tune, as he plays his role. Your lover is a clown at this point, laughing manically with every step he takes.

But you love him anyway. You love your clown.

“Roland, dear,” you giggle, “Remind me again what's my role?”

He pauses, before approaching you. “Mi amor,” Roland reaches out to your hand, kissing it, “You are the lead of this play!”

As he continues to play his role, you are sitting in front of him, on a fancy chair. For Valentine's, you half-expected Roland to join the theatre, however, he was here in front of you— with only you as the audience and apparently the lead as well.

“What do I do?”

“Sit prettily there,” Roland winks, “That's your role.”

“Alright. Do I still get compensated?”

“Hush, the climax of this story is now nearly in full bloom.”

With a crisp spin, Roland turns to face you, the spotlight hitting every nice angle he had. In his hand, a single, beautifully blooming rose.

“Mi amor, my love, my light,” Roland began his monologue, “Though it has been a very long journey and story, here we are, still alive.”

Ah, you realized this scene now. The first proper confession.

Roland walks to you, despite his clownish appearance, he genuinely had a sweet smile on his face. “Damned by those who defy our circumstances; from this day forward, I am yours, as much as you are mine.”

He looks at you, with gentle hands holding your cheek, “What do you say, mi amor?”

In the original story, you ran away out of fear. But you were in a new scenario with him now. Smiling, you dragged him to you with his shirt, “Hmm, sounds missing.”

You wink at Roland, “Ah, I know now.”

Without a warning, you closed the gap in between your lips. Roland eases into you easily; grasping at hands, responding to your move. It's still soft, his lips that make you dream of oceans and theatre plays— it makes you want more.

But Roland pulls away, chuckling, “Well, that certainly wasn't part of the script.”

“You kept missing the cues,” you stuck your tongue out, “I merely filled in the gaps.”

“That's my girl,” Roland praises, “My perfect muse, my perfect actress.”

Comedic, in a way that it's the perfect timing. You leaned further to kiss him more.

“Mm, I still have a few ideas you can add to your script.”

Roland's hand in your hips tightened, mirroring your smile, “Do tell, we should execute it afterwards.”

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚Noctis: Indomitus

Kissing Noctis is wild.

In how he holds you effortlessly in one hand. You grasp where your hands could reach, but you could only breathe in. In how Noctis's voice sends shivers. A melody that echoes so long.

His lips are begging to be with you. It's almost painful.

“[Y/N], [Y/N],” Noctis whines, “Please, let me touch you.”

“We are in a public area, Noctis,” you whisper, aware of his creeping fingers on your pants, “Mmh, it's not just me...”

Your lover was supposed to be a grown man, but who knew his neediness could make him such a needy child?

“Please, please, I promise it won't take long,” He groaned as his fingers rubbed your thighs, “I'll be very quick.”

Sighing, you try to look around you. Making sure that no one else could see, you pulled Noctis closer, lips mere inches away from one another.

“Be quick, okay?”

And you trust Noctis. Kissing him is wild— as if asking to be breathed back to life, he kisses you with such fervor. Never minding touchy hands, it's so hot that you unconsciously opened the buttons on your shirt. Noctis loves hard and harder, the beating of his heart a testament. His tongue on yours, hands everywhere else.

“Thank you,” he cries out, making you throb, “I owe you so much...”

“How about pushing it past my limits today, Noctis?”

Without a word, Noctis slips into you for one more stolen kiss. “You have my word, then, [Y/N].”

Writing this half asleep HAHAHAHAHSHSHA

— starry

#pgr #punishing gray raven #punishing gray raven imagines #pgr commandant #pgr global #pgr lee #pgr chrome #pgr chrome glory #pgr hyperreal #pgr wanshi #pgr kamui #pgr camu #pgr watanabe #pgr noan #pgr roland #pgr noctis #pgr valentines

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cevansbaby-dove · 4 months

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Making cookies with Chris

This is a Christmas One shot that i had in mind half the month. Enjoy!

Warnings:None just pure fluff! I might start out with some drama but the rest is cute i swear!

Paring: Chris Evans X Girlfriend reader!

You and Chris were spending Christmas together for the first time this year and his family is coming over so you ask him to help you make a batch of yummy cookies.

You were in the kitchen in this gold and black outfit with cute black heels.

"Hey babe did you find the food coloring?" You ask from the kitchen. Chris walks in. "Found it dodger helped out too"

You look at him pushing a thing of your bangs out of your eyes. "oh great job you two!"

You take the bottle and slightly tip it into the batter and chris smirks and hits the bottle making it spill all over the batter.

You stand there frozen in place. You hear chris says. "opps! sorry babe!" You look at him pressing your lips together and say. "Evans!" You lightly hit his arms getting frosting on his arm. "baby you got my sweater with frosting on it!"

"My god chris!" You wash your hands then say. "this batch is fucking ruined!" You sigh. "And your family is coming over in less than an hour"

Chris smirks. "that's not going to be the only thing ruined." You glare at him. "Unbelievable! Stop thinking with your dick for once" You storm out of the room.

Chris looks at dodger. "what don't give me that-" dodger walks to you. "great my girlfriend and dog are pissed"

You look at chris. "Well yea if you didn't dump a whole fucking thing of green food coloring i wouldn't be mad at you!" You fold your arms with a pout.

"Y/N i said sorry!" You sigh. "god i can't be mad at you for this it's dumb i'm sorry chris"

You walk over to him and wrap your arms around his waist being that he was six feet and you were much shorter than him which you loved that about him most well you liked tall men in general.

Chris kisses your lips softly and you pull away. "forgive me?" he smiles. "Of course babe"

"Now what about the cookies?" Chris looks at the bowl. "Oh! i have an idea" he walks to the bowl and grabs a spoon and mixes it. You walk over and watch him. "Chirssy what are you doing?"

"Give me a sec sugarplum" He grabs a tray and puts the cookie dough on them then puts them in the oven. "Cookies that are bright colored will be a big hit"

You smile nodding. "if you say so" Chris glances at the frosting and then at you and your texting his mom who said they are five minutes out. Chris grabs some frosting and dabs it on your nose. "ops!"

You look at him. "Chris" You giggle and put some on his face with a louder laugh. "got ya!" pretty soon you two are covered in frosting on your faces and someone knocks on the front door.

Chris says. 'Go wash up my love" he kisses your nose licking some of the frosting off of it.

You giggle. "okay" Chris pulls the cookies out and the person knocks again and scott yells. "Chris!! are you guys busy!?"

Chris walks to the door and opens it saying. "Man i'm here i'm here sorry was making cookies with y/n, come in."

His family walks in with cookies and gifts. You walk into the living room. "Hey everyone" Lisa smiles. 'hello y/n oh my gosh your pretty shirt looks like you went through a snow blower"

You smile looking at your shirt. "Oh it's flour all good" You wipe off the dust and chris says. "we had some fun while baking" He winks at you making you blush. "yup the cookies are done too right chris?" He nods. "yes they are done they are just cooling"

Scott walks to you and hugs you saying in your ear. "I can guess the kid of fun you two had" You pull away with a smile. "Shh" he nods. "Oh won't tell a soul"

At the end of the night you and chris say goodbye to his family and cuddle on the couch, Dodger jumps into chris's lap making him go. 'jezz dodge" You giggle looking at chris and dodger. "he wants some cuddles too!" Chris kisses your head saying. "i love you sugarplum" You smile. "i love you too frosting man!"

Chris laughs. "when we get married and have kids you will not let this down uh?" You smile. "nope they will know just how their dad is with mom when they were dating" Chris leans his head on yours. "wouldn't want this Christmas any other way then"

A/n thanks for reading this sweet little one shot reblogs and comments help me out big time! Merry Christmas everyone.

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ittybittyluci · 25 days

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Not me eagerly awaiting Epic the Musical’s Underworld Saga release because I feel like it’s going to make for some KILLER HH crossover in the form of horrific Lucifer angst. Like, I’ve already got some ideas flowing. Whether anything comes of them who knows? Whether I remember them? WHO KNOWS. But as of right now? MMM so excited.

Like, just picture this w/ me for a second (I’m gonna put my brain-rot fantasies after the cut for all of y’all who could not give less of a shit):

Imagine the song “The Underworld.”

“This land confuses your mind / When does a man become a monster? / 558 men who died under your command”

It starts with Lucifer closing his eyes, then opening them in like a pitch black environment.

“Captain, Captain, Captain, Captain!”

The first three have of him running into like— more angelic spears which corral him into a corner. The last one he like looks up at just sees ALL the angels glaring at him.

“Why would you let the Cyclops live when ruthlessness is mercy!”

Here I imagine it starts w/ flashbacks of him giving Eve the apple. Then, there’s is like a giant black snake forms from/behind/around the angel and in some way like kinda just.. “consumes” Lucifer, like it jumps up in the air, comes back down on him. He flinched, and when he opens his eyes again he’s alone, on the ground in Hell, covered in blood, and has his demonic traits showing. Idk, just something super symbolically horrific that would def be something u see in a nightmare.

“All I hear are screams… / Every time I dare to close my eyes / I no longer dream / Only nightmares of those who’ve died. / (Nothing’s what it seems) Nothing’s what it seems / but in the underworld the past seems close behind”

Here Lucifer is just looking around at all the carnage and graphic depictions Hell has to offer. I also imagine at some point he sees his own demonic form and like— physically jumps back in fear/repulsion. Just like real graphic, horrific, nightmare fuel. The frames go by somewhat quickly, just a jumbled mess of gore and violence and terror.

“I keep thinking of the infant from that night / I keep thinking of the infant from that night.”

The like gorey images get faster, but also mixed in are actual images of him falling, angellic spears, him giving Eve the apple, Lilith, basically everything that you could imagine is part of his trauma. Like, they just flash by the screen faster and faster on repeat until u can’t even rlly tell what they are anymore. Then, after the second repeat of the verse, the music stops abruptly and he sits up straight in bed, looks around, realizes it was a dream, then it’s just a wide shot of him alone in his room, looking haunted and tired but not panicked anymore.

Idk if I would want him to be staying at the Hotel, or in his castle in his big like King sized bed w/ half the bed not slept in, but either way yummy angst.

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Haha, oops, went on a little ramble there. Oh well. Hopefully someone will care and agree that this would be bombed. Or not. Who rlly gives a shit? Not me, I just needed to write this down XD.

I also have another idea for the song No Longer You but I’m not gonna go on a whole spiel, and instead just say it starts at “But that’s not a world I know” w/ Luci looking in the mirror at his demon form. Then form “I see a song of past romance” onward is Lucifer reflecting back on Lilith, the apple, his Fall, etc. Then finally on “But it’s no longer you” flash back to present day Lucifer who kinda just sighs and (maybe) sheaths his demonic attributes sadly/ashamed oh b4 walking away.

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MMM don’t u love when you just have all the ideas but you forgot your stylus at home so you can’t even TRY to attempt to start a project ur never gonna finish?

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 year

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Maybe a peek?

Omgggg that was my ask!! Why am I blushing and feeling so special!! When I sent that I was like does that make sense in the context of making desserts? I’m glad you understood me. Anyways!! Even just a sneak peek has me thirsting for more. Like how does Steve act around the reader that has Bucky pissed. You know she’s taking care of Bucky after a hard day and you know she’s serving both of the men when they watch their baseball? (Idk what those oldies watch) in the man cave. Definitely seems like she would sit on his lap so he could keep her from others. Regardless this was so nice!! Loved itttt

Yeah, I just was vibing. Hope you don't mind if I go off again...

Three's Company

Sequel to Just Desserts

No explicit warnings but you know the tone of my work. Bucky is a big jealous baby.

Please let me know what you think <3

🍫🍫🍫

You take a breath before you tap the door with your foot. Bucky calls for you to enter and you push through with your shoulder.

The two men sit on the couch as the television blares out the commentary of the game. Bucky has his beer against the leather arm and Steve rests his on his jeans as their eyes are transfixed to the runner on screen.

You come around and set a bowl on either end table stood around the couch. As you place Bucky’s, his eyes detach from the third base run and his head tilts as the small spoon clinks against the brim.

“Oh, mousse,” he says, “baby, I thought we were having turnovers. I told Steve.”

“It’s fine,” Steve’s bottle clinks on the end table at his elbow and he takes the bowl, “I like chocolate.”

“Mm,” Bucky clamps his lips together as he holds your gaze, “but we just bought apples. We can’t have them going to waste.”

You stare silently. Had he not dragged you home at the mention of the desserts? Your ass still strung from that lesson. You make yourself smile.

“I could whip some up still,” you offer.

“Don’t bother,” Bucky waves you off, “maybe next time, huh, Steve?”

“Sure,” Steve answers with a full mouth and sucks the spoon clean, “you know me, sweetheart,” he speaks to you, “you got that magic touch. My girl could use a few lessons.”

“Your girl,” Bucky huffs and grabs your hand, “come here, baby.”

He tugs you towards him and guides you around, easing you down into his lap. Steve hardly seems bothered by the act as you balance on a thick thigh. Bucky grabs his bowl and leans forward as he awkwardly shifts it between his hands and offers it for you to hold. You do obediently and he lifts the spoon.

“You’ve been working so hard, you should get to enjoy some, hm, baby?” Bucky scoops up a heap and hovers it before your mouth. “I’m sure it’s just as sweet as you.”

You open your mouth and he shoves the spoon inside. You close your lips and lick off the mousse as he slowly withdraws the silver. As he does, Steve looks over and clears his throat, watching as your lips cling to the spoon. His blue eyes twinkle.

“Speaking of the girl,” Steve grits, “this game better not go past the ninth. It’s been a long week.”

Bucky chuckles and takes a spoonful for himself, sucking it off noisily, “you like it?”

“Hm?” Steve arches a brow curiously.

“The mousse? It’s good, right? Her secret recipe. It’s the only secret I let her keep from me.”

“Yeah, delicious, as always,” Steve sits up straight and squirms on the cushion. He takes a bite as he meets Bucky’s steady stare, “you okay, pal?”

“I’m good, you?” Bucky lets the spoon fall against the bowl and clamps his hand above your knee, dragging it up under your skirt.

“Uh huh,” Steve forces his attention to the TV and spoons up more of the dessert.

“Good,” Bucky leans forward and kisses your shoulder, “she really is tasty, isn’t she?” He purrs, “I mean… the mousse.”

You stare at the bowl and scrape chocolate off the glass and angle it up to his lips. He smiles as your eyes meet and he opens his mouth. He licks clean the spoon deliberately and hums. You feel a twitch against you as he kneads your thigh.

“Yummy,” he growls as you pull the spoon away.

#bucky barnes #dark bucky barnes #dark!bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #drabble #dark drabble #dark!drabble #ask drabble #mcu #marvel #winter soldier #captain america #steve rogers

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light-yagamis-gender · 7 months

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Swipe: Light Yagami x wyvern!reader

TW for mentions of minor character death

You were halfway home when you saw him. Halfway home to your comfy nest on the tallest peak your sharp eyes could find. This better be worth it- he better be worth it.

You were pretty sure this human was a male, most likely. The arbitrary concept of 'gender' was not something easily grasped by dragon minds, full as they were of much more pressing matters. Matters like treasure!

And hunting... humans were a treat.

Chances were this one was male, as you more often found humanmen trying their best (poor things) to slay you than humanwomen.

So, he, he was trying to sneak across the run-down parking lot. Burned to the ground, of course. You'd had kind of a bad day.

With one flap of your leathery wings, you soared closer. You could make out details: decently tall, pale brown hair, neatly styled.

And the smell...

His smell was intoxicating, the undeniable, unmistakable reek of magic. Dark magic (you would later find this out to be ironic.)

Emanating from his... trousers?

How odd. Well, this might just be fun enough to justify a slightly later dinner...

For funsies, solely for giggles, you let your wings be less than silent in their flapping. He froze, preferably with fear, and couldn't resist looking up.

The look of blind terror on his pale little face was the most hilarious thing you'd seen in a long, long, long time.

With a screech, you landed, great head snaking forward. You could easily look down upon him, but it was more condescending to lower yourself to his level.

He'd hate not being taken seriously - you could smell a level of arrogance never seen in a non-dragon.

Interesting... very interesting. Shame he wasn't a dragon, he'd make a fine prospective mate. And it wasn't just that luscious smell of magic emanating from his hindquarters- but now you could smell it wasn't them exactly, more something shoved right next to them.

A... amulet? No, a tablet. No, a tome... a tome of the yummiest magic of all, death magic!

You sniffed... the fear-smell was fading. It was slowly-but-surely being replaced by the distinctive of smell of small things who thought they were big things.

In other words, confidence.

Normally you hated it, the indignity of not being as feared as you deserved. But with him, you didn't really mind.

He was just so cute! For a human, and as humans were one of the cutest things out there, that said a lot.

The humanwomen must love you, cutiepie, you thought with a smile. The ones into men, at the very least.

His eyes met yours - they were a lovely shade of brown. They lacked the pleasant warmth of humans, instead having a much more familiar stone-cold. Eh, that was hotter anyway.

"Rrrrrrrr? Rrrrrrrllllllsssss."

You could see the change in his face when he realized that talking might be an option.

"Uh... hello, dragon-san. You look... well. I deeply apologize if I'm trespassing..."

Blink, blink. Some leaking smoke for emphasis.

"Not that it's not a pleasure to meet you!" Clearly, not someone accustomed to fear. He was starting to get mad that he was scared at all. Most likely very high-standing in the humandens.

"Oh, where are my manners? My name is Yagami. Light Yagami."

Light... a nice name. Pretentious, but nice. 'Yagami' probably meant something lofty in humanspeak too.

"What brings you here? I happen to be looking for something I've lost. You wouldn't have happened to have seen it in your travels, would you?"

You were offered a gleaming smile. Smooth, Yagami Light Yagami, smooth.

"Sssss...." You licked your chops.

He stumbled backward, panic flashing across his pretty face. He tripped and almost fell. Your expert snout caught a whiff of magic - shame, you'd almost forgotten why you were here in the first place!

Book. Yummy. Book on little humanboy...

Well, there was only one thing to do.

You leaned forward, balancing yourself with one wing, and with the other slashed through his belt. With almost comical grace, his khaki trousers fell to nest around his ankles, revealing some silky red shorts. Judging from his indignant scream, they were never meant to be seen by dragon or human eyes.

And peeking out from the waistband of the shorts... was your prize.

Your wingclaws, sadly, were not nearly dexterous enough to pluck it out. But, were you to take him back to your nest in the clouds...

Maybe an arrangement could be made.

#light yagami x reader #death note x reader #death note #light yagami #dragon!reader #monster!reader #inhuman!reader #fantasy

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lokisgoodgirl · 1 year

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Hi cutie <3

So I was minding my own business, having a nice chat about heights and stuff with Atlas because my fictional boyfriends average at like 6'2 while hers average at like 5'11 (I have trees she doesn't.) anyway I brought up frost giant Loki because...what can I say I'm like....a whore for him? He's so...hgnghgn.

She had the AUDACITY to say he stands at 6'8. I want to present to you my research to debunk this idea:

It's definitely super blurry and I know the movies when he is in frost giant form he's like. not changed at all but I don't care those are out dated and dumb. LOOK AT HIM he is BIG (please ignore me circling his groin area I needed that to prove further research to her). Thor, in the comics stands at 6'6. My man can not stand at 6'8.

The point of this was to a) share my talented research and b) help me prove to her that my our Loki is at least a foot taller than Thor is in his pretty yummy giant form.

Enjoy the detailed graph <3 Just thought I'd share :D

Anyway what!! do!! you!! think!! How tall does he stand in his giant form in your mind because I;m genuinely curious now!!!

-Clem

Hey cutie pie!!

So I am by no means the jotun Loki expert and I swear there's actual research that people have done which I'll link back to if I can find it HOWEVER. And here comes the LGG commentary you probs didn't ask for... Marking as *mature*

When it comes to size, I think our minds are a lil skewed sometimes. So this guy is 6"8 - and skinny. Imagine if he had muscle, I think that's pretty fucking frost giant territory personally 🤭

As any person of the world will tell you, an inch either way can make a difference. Perhaps frost giant Loki IS taller... but 6"8 is fucking massive.

Now...let's chat about dicks for a second.

I was watching a TV show the other night on channel 4OD called My Massive C*ck because of course I was, featuring several men who have massive dicks and the trials they face.

The average dick I think is like 5.5 inches worldwide. Id say in my personal experience they've evened out around 7 as an average in my sample size.

Now, there's always discussion about Loki's dick and TH and whatnot and some people go into double digits of length/heavy girth etc like twelve inches which is mental. But let's take a look at what an 10.5 inch dick actually looks like (I can't remember the girth, but you get the idea)

THAT'S A MOULD OF HIS ACTUAL DICK. can you IMAGINE????? no. No thank you. However....pretty frost giant like? I think our brains think that a few inches, either in height or in eh...length...isnt much. But I beg to differ.

So maybe Jotun Loki IS 6"8 and has a 10.5 inch dick. It may not sound huge in your head friend, but fuck me. It is

@gigglingtigger @twhxhck @springdandelixn @fandxmslxt69 @simplyholl @fictive-sl0th @thedistractedagglomeration @lokiandbuckysdoll @loopsisloops @mischief2sarawr @lokisninerealms @lovelysizzlingbluebird @mochie85 @michelleleewise @mon-hiddlestoneans @thomase1 @lunarnights95 @infinitystoner @alexakeyloveloki @brittbax @littlespaceyelf @psychospore @superficialdomina @holymultiplefandomsbatman @joyful-enchantress @smolvenger @vbecker10 @ijuststareatstuffhereok89 @sarahscribbles @skymoonandstardust @justjoanne242 @lokikissesmyforehead @coldnique @chantsdemarins

#jotun loki #SAS stuff #very important measurements #lggs commentary no one asked for

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kookieswan · 2 years

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Sweet Blood - Bloody Mess

Poly!Demon!TaeKook x OccultStudent!Reader

Word Count: 900+

Genre: Poly AU, Demon AU, Horror, Nsfw/18+, Fluffy 🌸

Warnings: Blood, Nsfw/18+ Content (Biting that draws blood, marking/hickeys, talk/insinuation of sex and sexual acts, finger sucking, dirty talk, etc etc 😅)

Notes: Posting before I leave for the airport lol. A little spooky, a little saucy. What else could you possibly expect from the demon boys? BIG NOTE that this takes place far into the future when they’re all romantically/sexually involved already.

This is a snippet from the Sweet Blood series. Find it here!

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“What in the nine layers of hell are you baking now pretty thing?” Allowing a small smile to grace your lips, you finish placing some of the cream cheese frosting on the freshly cooled brownies. You knew the smell alone would cause your boys to come running before long, both demons practically teleporting to you from the front door as soon as they step through. You insisted they start using if after they’ve popped out of no where one too many times which has caused you countless heart attacks.

“I’m trying a new recipe for brownies! I know you guys like the my classic recipe but I wanted to do something spooky for Halloween.” They crowed in one either side of you without hesitance, squishing you between their large bodies in a yummy demon sandwich. Jungkook leans down to sniff at them before turning toward you abruptly, cute nose brushing your cheek as Tae pats your butt.

“We could just eat you instead, my precious little sweet blood.” Jungkook nips at your neck jokingly, tongue poking at your skin as you swat him away. Tae doesn’t allow for the teasing to stop though, clawed fingers running up your back and wrapping gently around the your neck as you glare jokingly at your other lover. You swear they’re always thirsty as hell when you’re busy… Which is always.

“I agree dove, I wouldn’t mind devouring you whole. Just a little bite at least.” It’s a hot whisper in your ear as his fingers tighten marginally, but you ignore the other demon as you pick up a spoon and spread the cherry pie filling sparingly onto the top of the brownies. There’s no way you’re going to let them distract you. Not again. Nope. Not after the curtains caught fire last weekend because you were… Busy. Assholes.

“Bad horny demon men! Calm yourselves and you can have some of these bloody brownies when I’m done. If you don’t, I’ll eat these all. By. My. Self.” Smacking Jungkook’s hand as it slithers toward your ass, you grab for the knife so you can cut up some of the actual cherries up to resemble entrails. You make quick work of it as the demons practically glue themselves to you, Jungkook whining into your ear as Tae’s hand slithers inside of your shirt.

“Mmh, we want you though. If you jump up on the counter and spread those pretty thighs, I’ll have your eyes rolling back in no time. Doesn’t that sound nice?” He grabs your hips and turns you abruptly, snatching the knife and discarding it before lifting you up and plopping your ass down on the counter without a second thought. You gasp sharply, Jungkook spreading your legs to step between them which causes you to fall back, his crotch brushing up against yours teasingly.

They both laugh as you fluster, deep voices echoing off of the darkening walls. You go to sit up as Jungkook tuts, his hand pushing back against your chest before sliding down your body. Tae hums as he watches, clearly satisfied with how things are going. Meanie.

“I have a treat for you too dove. Want to taste it, hm?” The pale demon steps around the counter slowly, his clothed dick obscenely close to your face when he settles opposite to Jungkook. Your senses cloud over slightly, the image of Jungkook’s face buried between your thighs and your mouth wrapping around Tae taking over. Reaching out blindly, you grab for your loves, only to whine as Jungkook bites at your thigh harshly.

“Ah! Fuck…” He licks at the skin immediately, mending the superficial damage he had caused. They’re always quick to heal any sort of harm they do, but you’re secretly glad they can’t get rid of bruising. You’ve always loved the pretty bruises they leave… Reaching down, you wipe away some of the blood that falls from his lips with your pointer finger, affection blooming through your chest at Jungkook’s bunny grin.

“So beautiful sweetheart, you take whatever we give you so well…” Huffing with a pout, you tilt your head back and glare again, but Taehyung just smiles and reaches for your trembling hand. Like clockwork, he sucks the bloody digit into his mouth, tongue laving over the skin as a low moan vibrates through his throat. Kookie watches from below with heavy eyes, but stays put otherwise, some of your blood still on his pretty lips.

The younger goes back to sucking at your stained skin without a word then, clearly in a state of euphoria as Tae releases your finger. He smacks his lips a few times, enjoying the taste of your apparently very sweet blood. It’s still a wonder to you how they manage to enjoy it so much, but to each their own. You could even say that you enjoy watching them consume it, the way they practically melt as they drink it up like men starved so delightful to see.

“Now, that’s a delicious sight… You want to indulge a bit baby? We can finish these brownies later, hm? Jungkookie and I will help you finish them.” Tilting your head back to look toward Tae, you grin almost shyly as caresses your face affectionately. Leaning in, he leaves a few upside down kisses against your lips, eyebrows raised as he waits patiently for your reply. At the feeling of your shorts being tugged down clumsily among sloppy kisses, you giggle.

“Yes please.”

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thelittleangel · 22 days

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Blind date (Part 2)

tags: Castiel x male reader, fluff, angst, male reader

warnings: possible OOC, angst, reader doesn't take care of himself, references to a troubled love life, love yourselves (I mean it.)

At this point I've just given up on dating. I’d never get a call back, whether or not we’d had a good time.

It’s not like this was a bad thing. I guess I'm taking time for myself. I’m trying not to let this get to my self-esteem.

And I'm trying not to think about Cas. What he did, and why he left… I just can’t think about it.

I usually end up sitting alone on most nights, rotting in my pajamas on the couch. It’s not what I want to be doing on a Friday night, but I don’t want to go out alone either.

So, it’s one of those Fridays and I’m sitting on my couch, watching T.V. without really watching it. I’m about to drift off when I hear a knock at the door. I walk over and open it.

I don’t know who I expected to be at the door, but the last person i expected to be there was Cas. We looked at each other for a long time.

“Hello.”

“Hi.”

He looks down at the ground, and then back at me.

“What’s up?”

“I want to go somewhere with you.’’

My brow furrows, confused. “What?”

“There’s a fair in town this week, I know you like those kinds of things, so I was wondering if you would want to go?”

I look at him in shock. “I’m confused.”

“I know. I’m sorry I haven't answered you. Just give me time to explain and I promise, I will.”

I breathe out a sigh. “Fine, give me a moment to get dressed.”

We stare at each other for an awkward amount of time. I gesture into the apartment behind me, “Do you want to come in?”

He shakes his head. I nod.

Closing the door behind me, I walk back into my room. One pair of jeans and a t-shirt, socks, shoes, jacket, wallet, phone, and keys later, I was back out the door.

Cas looks me up and down. A goofy little grin appears on his face.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

He places a hand on my back. His touch is very gentle, but still firm. It’s something I've come to rely on to keep me stable.

In less time than anyone can blink an eye, we’re at the entrance to the fairgrounds.

The fairground was a bustling den of activity. It was safe to say that it was crowded enough for no one to notice two men appearing out of thin air. The lines for rides were long and yummy smells permeated the air.

My mind immediately went to happy memories from my childhood. My parents would take me to one of these once in a blue moon, and we’d always have a good time there.

Cas turns to me, “Do you want to go on any rides?”

My smile falters, remembering why we’re here. I shake my head. “I just want to do what we came here to do.”

He begins to frown, whether out of sadness or frustration, I don't know.

“Follow me.”

He begins to walk towards a Ferris wheel, not bothering to look behind him to see if I'm still following.

The Ferris wheel isn’t too large by any means, but it still has some element of grandeur. Standing in line, we do not talk. Eventually, we boarded the ride.

As the ride is moving, there’s a moment of silence. “What did you want to talk to me about that had to be done here?”

He laces his fingers together. “I know you’ve been going through a rough patch. You don't talk to anyone. You barely go outside of your home unless it's for a case and even that’s rare. And we needed you to get out of your house.”

“Why?”

He looks up at me, blue eyes flashing. “Because this isn’t healthy for you! And everyone who cares about you can see it. And I can see how you treat yourself too.”

I scoff. “And how do I treat myself?”

“You beat yourself up. You think the reason no one wants to go on a second date is because there is something wrong with you. But have you ever considered that maybe you’re not the problem at all? Have you ever considered that it may have nothing to do with you?”

I stare at him in shock. He continues, “And it is so hard to see you beat yourself up like that. To see you place blame on yourself for something that was never your fault to begin with. To see you start to wonder whether or not anyone will love you.”

“You’re a fool to think that. You’re a fool to think that no one loves you. Sam loves you. Dean loves you. Your friends love you. Your family loves you so much.”

At this point in his little speech, I'm staring down at the floor, at my shoes. He reaches over and takes my hand in his. “I love you.”

I look up at him in shock. “I love you so much and it hurts me to see you do this to yourself.”

“Cas…”

“Promise me you don’t do this to yourself anymore.”

I look at him. His eyes are on our hands. I reach a hand under his jaw, tilting his head to face me.

“I can’t make any promises. But I will try.”

He looks at me with an expression that looks like a cross between longing, desperation, and hope. “Please try.”

I smile and nod my head. “You love me?”

He scoots closer to me. “So much.”

I pull him into my arms and kiss his forehead. He stiffens. I look over at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m not very good with physical affection.”

“What was that in the parking lot, then?”

“A feat of incredible courage.”

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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Tough Nights, Tough Times

Summary: You and Andy have a couple of tough nights. Takes place shortly after Merry-Go-Round Magic. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Racial Dialogue, Racial Fetiziation, Angry/Protective Andy, Stunned/Angry Reader, Sleazy Man, Violence, Snuggling, Yummy French Food, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This one might be a tough one for some. This fic includes some serious racial overtones. The second incident is something that didn’t happen to me, but to a friend of mine. And it incensed us all (our friend group is pretty diverse) to the point where we wanted to hunt him down and fuck him up. The name of the restaurant and food are from a real spot in Boston by the way. Anyways, please let me know your thoughts and thank you for reading. All mistakes my own.

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You and Andy are curled up in your bed, your head resting on his chest. You’re lightly running tracing your tattoos with your finger as you try to figure out how to best ask your question.

“What’s on your mind, baby girl? I can practically hear those wheels turning in that beautiful mind of yours.”

You let out a sigh before responding. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t seem like nothing.” His slightly calloused hand gently rubs your back.

You reluctantly sit up as you try to collect your thoughts.

“It’s just, um…” You watch as he tucks one big arm behind his head. “Does my…does our…does the age difference bother you?” You nibble your bottom lip as you wait for him to answer.

“Does our age difference bother me? The, what? The seven years between us?”

You nod.

“Should it?” Your big man asks you, his gorgeous blue eyes searching yours. “Do you have a problem with it?”

“No.” You tell him honestly.

“Okay. Well, I don’t either. I didn’t know how old you were when you approached me at that bar. I mean, I assumed you were legal, of course.” His hand moves from your back to cup your jaw. “But if you’re not bothered by it, and I’m not bothered by it, then let’s just put that worry to bed, okay?”

“Alright.” You agree. “But there is…there’s something else.”

Noting the seriousness in your tone, Andy sits up as well, resting his back against the headboard.

God, you didn’t want to have this conversation, but it was important. And the sooner you got it over with, the sooner you could go back to snuggling with the handsome man in your bed.

“There’s no, like, super tactful way to ask this one, so I’m just going to get it out. As I’m sure you’ve noticed, I’m black. Happy to be black. Proud to be black.”

He quirks one tawny brow. “What? You? No.” Andy deadpans. “I hadn’t noticed."

Buttface.

“I’m being serious here, Andrew.”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry, please continue, sweetheart.” He grabs your hand and presses a sweet kiss to your open palm.

“It’s just that I’ve dated outside of my race before. Like, you’re not the first white guy that I’ve ever been with. But a lot of times I’ve found myself to be the first black girl a lot of white men have ever been with, and they see it, or rather, see me, as a kind of novelty.”

“Okay.”

“And at this point in my life, as much as I like you, I don’t have time to be another man’s “Bucket List Black Girl”. I don’t like being fetishized for my skin color.”

Andy nods, his face contemplative.

“It makes me angry. It makes me feel gross.” You continue. “And it’s happened more often than I would’ve liked. I’m not saying you’re like that, Andrew. But if that’s what this is, if that’s why you’re interested in me, then it’s best that we end this now.”

Once you’ve gotten that out, you finally allow yourself to take a breath.

“And you’re concerned that that’s what I’m doing to you, right? That I’m only with you because you’re a box I want to check off my list?”

You could tell that he was actively fighting the urge to be offended, but all you offer back is a shrug.

“I don’t think you are, no. But am I the first black girl you’ve ever dated?”

“Yes.” Andy growls. “And so what? I didn’t ask you out because I have some fucking hard-on for - for - fuck! I asked you out because I thought you were cute and funny and intriguing. It was your mind that drew me in. I mean your skin color is beautiful, sure, but…that’s not all I see when I’m with you.”

“Okay.” You respond with a soft smile. “And hey.” You go to straddle his trim waist. “I’m not accusing you of anything. I just want you to be different. I want us to be different, so we get a real chance to explore what we have here.”

Your man grunts.

“But I also have to protect myself. Please tell me you understand that.”

“I do.” He finally responds after a moment. “I do.”

With those final words, you go back to snuggling against his warm frame. And after another moment, he wraps you in his arms and draws you close. You’re asleep within minutes.

And as Andy lays there, holding your tiny body against his own, he takes his time to process what you’d said.

“Hey.” He whispers into your curls. “You have my word that I will never hurt you, not like that, my sweet girl.” He kisses your forehead and then allows himself to drift off.

___

Two weeks later…

You’d splurged on your outfit for tonight, going for a red cocktail dress that was tight and short. It highlighted all of your curves in the best way. And it showed a little more cleavage than you usually went for, but oh well.

You’d even straightened your hair before curling it into big, bouncy waves. Something else he’d never seen before.

Had to keep your man interested, you know?

And he had been interested. Because once he got a good look at you in that dress, standing in front of your apartment, he’d nearly driven his Audi into a nearby fire hydrant.

He’d jogged to you the moment he’d gotten out of his car.

“Goddamn, baby!” He’d spun you around, whistling when he got a good look at the way your dress hugged your ass. “Look at this dress. That hair. Shit! That’s it. We’re staying in, and I’m going to feed you while you’re wearing this dress.”

“Oh my God, you ridiculous man!” You’d giggled. “You promised to take me out, so take me out. Keep your promise, baby.”

“Fine.” He’d pouted as he helped you into the passenger seat, “but I don’t wanna.”

Tonight, you and your Big Man were dining at Deuxave, a restaurant whose specialty was French cuisine, something you weren’t quite familiar with.

Once Andy had heard you’d never been, he’d immediately made reservations for you both. It seemed that your incredibly doting District Attorney had yet to learn that you didn’t necessarily run in the same circles.

You were still more of a Cheesecake Factory or Chris Ruth Steakhouse kinda girl. And only when you could afford it.

Your waiter greets you and immediately runs through the specials before asking about your wine preferences. Andy orders a bottle of Domaine de Montille, which tastes divine. You didn’t know wine like he did, so you trusted him.

To start off, Andy orders the Olive & Rosemary Focaccia with the housemade butter, which was delicious. And he followed it up with the Siberian Baerri Caviar.

You’d never had caviar before. You watch as he piles some on top of a blini and hands it to you. And laughs softly as he watches as you eye it suspiciously before taking a bite.

Okay. Tasty. Salty. Yummy.

“You like it, sweet girl?”

“Oddly enough, I do.” You chirp with a smile. Just like he had, you scoop some of the delicacy onto a blini and hold it to his mouth. Andy takes a bite, letting his tongue lick your fingers as he does.

“Good?” You whisper.

“Delicious.” He purrs. “And so is the caviar.”

It takes everything in you not to fan yourself with your napkin. You’d said it before and you’d say it again.

This man should be illegal.

Next up, Andy orders four dishes for you to share: the Lobster Gnocchi Fricassee, the Spiced Long Island Duck Breast, the Herb Crusted Halibut, and the Nebraska Prime New York Strip.

“Andrew!” You quietly hiss as you get a look at the prices. “This is too much, baby. The cheapest dish you ordered is $39!”

He leans back in his chair and shrugs, before gifting you with a grin of pure male confidence.

“Only the best for my baby. And please don’t even think about touching your wallet. Do it and I’ll take it from you.” He gives you a wink.

Yeah your man acted like he was joking, but deep down you knew he was serious.

One day, you were going to sneak and pay for dinner, consequences be damned. And your ogre would just have to deal with it.

And of course, each dish he chose was beyond delicious. Even if you did end up spending half of the meal trying to stop your man from feeding you every bite.

___

“But we have to try the lemon cheesecake and the chocolate ganache, baby girl.”

“Andy, baby, I’m too full for dessert. You’re gonna make me bust out of my dress!” You giggle.

“The way I see it, part of you is already busting out of your dress.” His eyes stray to your cleavage.

“Oh hush.” You place your napkin on the table. “I’m going to run, or in this case waddle, to the bathroom. Be back in a minute.” You stand up and then, unable to resist, you wander over to Andy for a kiss. A kiss that he happily returns.

When you’re through, he taps your ass and mumbles “thank you, now hurry up and come back to me.”

Despite feeling incredibly full, you sashay away from your man. You swing your hips with purpose, knowing that your gorgeous specimen of a man was greedily watching your every move.

Little did you know that someone else was watching your every move too.

___

You check your appearance in the bathroom mirror.

Okay, nothing in your teeth. Makeup still looks good. Let’s just reapply a little lipstick and gloss.

Blot. Blot.

Perfection.

You emerge from the bathroom feeling good, but now you are anxious to get back to your Andy Bear.

As you begin making your way back to your table, you’re stopped by a good looking man with dark hair who’s sitting at the bar. He smiles at you, revealing perfect white teeth. If you had to guess, you’d put him at his late forties.

“Hello, darling.” He purrs as his hand strokes your own.

“Um, hi.” You respond as you try to tug your hand away.

“You are simply stunning.”

“Thank you. Now can you please let go of my hand?” You tug again, forcing him to release you.

“Sorry. I’m sorry.” He chuckles. “It’s just that I’ve had my eye on you all night. But I just couldn’t figure out how to go about getting your attention.”

You step back before taking a look over your shoulder, searching for Andy. But you were too far away.

“No need. I’m with someone else tonight.”

“Yes, I saw that. I did.” His gaze rakes over your dress, taking in every inch of your body.

“Great. Goodbye.” You turn to walk away, already having wasted more time with this fool than you should have. You make it exactly two steps before he grabs your wrist, gently tugging you backwards and into his space.

“I want you.” What? Was he deaf? No!

“No. Now let go before I make a scene and call for security.”

“Honey, I know you won’t do that.” Wanna bet fuckface?

“I see girls like you all the time. Pretty little things. I know your type and I know your game.” He grins at you. “So how much?”

“Excuse me?!” You balk, your breath almost leaving your body. Did he just..? Oh, hell no.

“How much for your time? I get you’re with him tonight. But whatever he’s paying you, I’ll double it.”

“Oh, no you did not.” You murmur, too stunned to move. Was he calling you - did he think -?

“Look, I want you. I’m willing to pay.” The dumbass opens his wallet and flashes a wad of cash at you. “I’ll pay whatever you want, baby.”

He leans forward and whispers “plus, you black ones are always more fun. So uninhibited. Willing to do more.”

You can feel your left eye twitching as the outrage boiling inside threatens to choke you.

“What’s your rate, sweetheart? A beautiful ebony creature like you…you’re probably going to cost me a fortune. But looking at those hips and that ass, I’m sure it’ll be worth it.”

It’s those words that make you mentally slap yourself. Your hips and ass were meant for your man and that was it.

Alright, if this man thought you were an Escort, then so be it, because you were about to happily escort his ass to heaven.

“You fucking pig!” You hiss - and it’s not a quiet one either. You wanted to attract attention.

Yanking your hand out of his grip, you chop his ass in the windpipe as hard as you can. Your mouth curls into an evil smile as you watch him gag and wheeze as he struggles for breath.

But you’re not done. Oh, no.

You grab his whiskey, take a sip, and then proceed to throw it in his face, enjoying the way he howls as it burns his eyes.

You can hear the commotion around you. The sound of the staff rushing over, the loud voices, the feeling of a pair of strong arms dragging you away, preventing you from smashing the glass on the man’s head. So, you opt to throw it at his head instead.

It makes contact with a satisfying crack.

You struggle against the strangers grasp, kicking and flailing. “Baby, Y/N, stop! Just stop!” Even though you recognized the voice you keep fighting.

No one got to disrespect you like that. Not now, not ever!

“Y/N, it’s me. It’s Andy!” He grunts when your elbow makes contact with his midsection. “That’s enough, little girl!” Your man growls, his dripping with a kind of authority you’d never heard from him before.

You still your movements almost immediately - your hair is a mess, your chest is heaving.

“He thought - that bastard thought I was a fucking escort. Thought you were paying me. Offered to double my rate because the black ones are more fun.” You go to lunge for the man again, even though Andy’s hold on you remains solid.

“He did what?!” Your man snarls. “Are you fucking serious?!”

“Is that true?” Asks a voice with a heavy French accent that you do not recognize. “Did you do that to that poor young lady? Accuse her of being a whore in my restaurant?”

“Just look at how she’s dressed.” The injured asshole wheezes. “Can you blame me for -”

“I want him out!” The owner yells at his team. “You are not welcome here ever again.” He throws his arms up in the air. “Cause a ruckus in my business! Solicit for women of the night! Harrass young ladies!” He keeps ranting as he returns to the kitchen.

“I’ve got it.” Your man growls. “I’ll escort him out.” He grabs the man by the back of his shirt and hauls him out of his chair. “It’s okay, I’m an attorney. I’m just gonna review his rights with him. Be back in a moment."

“You have the right to get fucked up.” He hisses into the man’s ear as he drags him through the double doors and into the night air. “And I’m about to invoke that special right right fucking now.”

Meanwhile, the sympathetic staff sits you down and brings you some water as well as a glass of complimentary champagne. The owner, Jean Francois, comes over to apologize and comps your meal. He also brings you out a slice of that lemon cheesecake.

But in truth, you were done with the evening. It had been spoiled. You wanted your bed and your Andy.

And that’s exactly what you told him when he came back inside.

“Hey.” He coos at you, running a big hand through your curls. “What my baby girl wants, she gets. Let’s go.”

“Thanks.” You sniffle. “And don’t forget the cheesecake.”

END

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sunlightandsuffering · 11 months

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Size Queen AU Drabble!!! Bc I felt like it and I haven't properly written anything like this in a while lol!!

She can’t believe it. How they ended up watching R-rated movies on Eren’s couch, she couldn’t say. It was supposed to be a movie night with Ymir and Historia. Safe, completely totally innocent, no possible way for her to slither herself over to him, no possible way for her to do anything remotely sexual with him.

She’d very effectively cockblocked herself. Because Ymir would make fun of them, and Historia would complain about Eren stealing al of their straight friends and Mikasa would want to die and thus, she hadn’t been concerned. But she’d showed up to his door holding a few bags of microwave popcorn and some of those yummy super unhealthy seasonings and found only Eren, no one else. In fact, she’d received the message just as he’d welcomed her inside. Sorry babe, can’t come tonight, other stuff going on with us 💔 -Hisu

Never mind the fact that the whole message was likely code for the two of them fighting, Mikasa was in more danger here.

Because Eren looked good tonight, all hot and casual having just come from the gym and now out of the shower. His hair was still wet, a stray droplet of water slipping down his cheek, his green eyes bright and his loose grey t-shirt fitting to him in all the right ways showing off broad shoulders and a toned back.

She’d been about to make an excuse, some ridiculous reason to leave but he’d flashed her that big smile, the one that had first entrapped her at the library when they’d first met, so boyishly charming and excitedly asked her what kind of popcorn she’d brought over.

Fuck her.

And now here she is, cuddled up next to him on his couch, while his hand traces circles over her waist, his chin pressed over her head and she can feel every rock hard inch of him, chest, abs, and the very obvious bulge she cannot get out of her mind. And the worst part, he’s barely hard. She fucking knows, because they’re currently watching a sex scene and she’d been equal parts surprised and horrified to feel the bulge grow harder against her ass as the girl took her top off. Now she can feel the heavy weight of it pressing insistently against her ass and she wants nothing more than to grind back against them but no! Bad Mikasa!

She must resist the urge.

Average sized men! Regular men!

Not Eren!!

Eren sighs almost in awe as the girl on screen is revealed, “God she’s hot.” Mikasa laughs nervously as she tries not to stare at the actress’s very impressive chest.

Eren pinches her waist at her reaction, chuckling, “You gotta admit Mik, a girl with a nice rack…” He trails off and Mikasa struggles to figure out how to respond, what is she supposed to say!?

“Yeah, I mean I guess I don’t get the infatuation, sometimes they’re umm kind of a pain in the ass.” She can feel him smile against her hair and his hand drifts upwards, towards the rack in question, just teasing at the swells of her breast and her breath hitches. “I love a girl with a good rack,” he murmurs against her ear, his voice deep and throaty now, “Especailly on a girl like you Mik, can’t decide what’s prettier, face or those tits.”

She squeaks, her heart rate spiking through the roof as he begins to caress over her boobs, just featherlight touches, nothing she couldn’t stop if she wanted to. But that’s the entire fucking problem, she does not want him to stop at all, especially because she’s so god damn sensitive right now.

He absently caresses over her, almost in a trance now, his attention shifting from the woman on screen to her, “They’re so perky too aren’t they Mik, you’re not even wearing a bra right now are you?” She shakes her head, it’s all she can do, her breath coming shallow as he cups the heavy mounds in his hands through her threadbare blue t-shirt. She’d thought it was a good choice earlier, cute, casual, a great outfit. But now, she regrets it so much, even more so because she didn’t wear a bra and the thin layer of blue fabric is all that separates his big warm hands from her skin.

“No,” Eren answers his own question, “These are just naturally lifted up, naturally perfect huh baby?”

She awaits the sweet release of death because there is no fucking way she’s getting out of this situation without at least blowing this boy, she’s never been so turned on in her life.

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jinx-on-mars-19xx · 10 months

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The Lost Prince

⚔️ All Previous Parts Here ⚔️

Dom x Colson (Yungblud x Machine Gun Kelly)

Warnings: ABO (knots, slick, mpreg), Viking Col, fae Dom, shifting, wolf form, plot chapter, mentions of piss kink, mentions of sex, light voyeurism (but not really), PTSD, mentions of being held captive, secrets revealed, mentions of past war, nervous boys ☠️ rating: mature ☠️ shared ideas by @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Kol'son didn't know how long they laid on the forest floor. They were filthy and tired and eventually he slipped himself free to curl around three-fourths of his pack and let the boy nap comfortably against his fur. He kept one ear pressed against Dom's belly, the other listening to the world around them. Just in case. They were safe where they were though, it had been over two years since they combined three clans and mostly everyone seemed content. The forest fae normally stayed hidden in their home in the trees, and Harald's old clan stayed in their village but they were run by him, Dom, Mod, and technically Tom by mating. Though the boys still barely admitted it. Kol couldn't wait for the day they stopped saying 'we're just good friends.' Good friends who live together and make love? Yeah. Alright. He supposed they both grew up thinking they weren't worthy of a relationship but they would learn.

Harald's people had been surprisingly alright with being taken over, but maybe that was because they slaughtered the men who would have fought back. There were only a few left that might hate them- the daughters of the old chieftain, but even his wife had been thankful to be free and most of the younger girls had been pleased as well. Besides the forest folk being a little standoffish and Megna hating she was no longer special, they hadn't had a lot of trouble in the last two years. There were moments he almost thought of their home as a utopia of sorts. He wasn't the only leader which was incredibly calming but at the same time they all tended to treat him and Dom as the top of the food chain. He assumed it was the god thing but it worked for them.

The wolf sighed deep, confused as to why he was letting his mind run wild instead of relaxing with his lover but that always seemed to happen. It was like his mind couldn't accept they were safe. His father and Bjørn had raised him to always expect the worst and be ready for war but now that wasn't needed. He didn't think. "Mmm, can 'ear yas. Stop it." The fae against him grumbled, tugging his fur. He huffed against Dom's swollen belly, his tongue flicking over it before he remembered he was just tasting his own piss. It wasn't the strangest thing he'd ever done but it wasn't the tastiest either. Dom might be safely scent marked but it changed his flavor. Win some, lose some.

'Sorry ástin min.' He would say Dom couldn't hear him thinking but that wasn't exactly true. Their mating bond was strong and they were both magic creatures, they could at times reach into each other's minds and when not that deep inside- they could feel the other.

"Bet tha' tastes yummy." The queen giggled, his eyes still closed against the sun coming through the trees. His voice was sleepy and his face gorgeous. There were streaks of dirt and drool and dried tears but even so he was the most perfect thing Kol had ever seen. He still found himself rolling his eyes and poking his tongue out at his wife. They were always playful. In a way even though they were parents, they were still so young.

'I'd drink your piss. But my own? Eh.' He half joked, lolling his tongue out as if he were slightly disgusted. His mate giggled and finally started to sit up and the god felt his tail wagging as the boy scratched him absentmindedly. 'Come on, climb on me.' He commanded softly, ducking his head under his lover's arm. He didn't want Dom having to walk after all that, not if he could help. Of course the boy gave him a playful look, one brow arched and his lips curled in a smirk.

"For once I don't fink I can daidí. Give me a bit, yeah?" The siren asked with a laugh that warmed Kol's heart and made his belly flip flop.

'Fucker. I meant-'

"Oh I know wha' ya meant. Can't get enough of me pussy yeah?" He mock preened, his hands under his chin to frame the cute innocent face he made. Kol'son knew he fell more in love with him every day but there were moments the siren took his breath away. As he dropped the act and took a deep breath he made a face. "May need a quick dip. Not tha' I don't love it but Ciarán might want fed and… 'Ey stop growling bout ya own son. Don't make me rub ya nose in it."

'In what?' The Viking teased, finally just standing and shaking himself before pushing his snout under his wife and tossing the boy on his back. The squeal was precious but the hold around his neck was what really got him.

☠️⚔️☠️

After taking a quick dip to wash the mess off- not completely but enough that no one would notice besides the smell- the pair were headed home to their hut when they felt as if someone was watching. They of course had plenty of people that might need something but would worry about interrupting so they tried not to get nervous but it was strange not being able to tell where the gaze was coming from. Kol finally decided to shift back, it was easier to speak to their people in the visage they were used to so he set his love down and called that power back into himself.

Dom always loved watching the shift. It was strange because it seemed as if he just melted into a man. He tried so hard to focus and see how it worked but it appeared as if the wolf went blurry and the fur just… vanished. He'd vowed since the first day he witnessed it he'd learn the actual process but it never seemed to work. When his Viking was in the place where his wolf had just been he grinned and helped him stand up straight. He'd stay close while the human form worked to feel steady again.

"Whoever is here you may greet us." Kol called out, trying to keep his boy somewhat hidden since they'd forgotten clothes. Their people were used to it but he wasn't sure which clan this person might be from.

A shimmer in the trees seemed to take shape slowly until it formed a man- no… a fae. He must have been. There were dark markings all over him, even on his shaven head. Before Kol might have thought they were tattoos but he learned better. There was a feeling to fairy kind and this one was strong as fuck. He was older seeming which the god knew meant he was probably hundreds if not thousands of years old, they didn't age like people did, they didn't even truly look like adults for so long. He couldn't help wondering what Modig would look like if he didn't have a human mother, would he seem as young as Dom did? The stranger's blue eyes stayed downcast, as if he were trying to be careful of seeing too much of his queen and Kol'son appreciated the gesture but he'd obviously been watching for a while. The man was familiar, something about him felt safe but he wasn't sure what or why.

"I apologize for surprising you both. I was trying to find my way home but… I'm having trouble locating the door." He explained and his voice was softer than his warrior appearance would seem. "I am Tavis. I was just trying to find…" He trailed off as if confused and both leaders felt a pain from him they couldn't understand.

"'Ave you been gone long?" Dom asked, his voice soft and sweet. "We 'ave people who know where it is. But talk to us?" He was being careful even though he could feel deep down he could trust the newcomer. There was just something about him. "Where did you come from?" He added, curling himself tighter around his mate. There was an aura around Tavis that made his soul ache. He didn't understand it but he didn't know if they were allowed to show someone the portal. Everyone was welcome in the forest land but… the fae were still careful. He'd been there around three years and he'd only been inside a few times.

"I… I don't know. I feel like I've been gone…" Tavis paused and swallowed hard, his blue eyes lost and full of fear. "I was kept by the last chieftain, across the way. I think it was a long time but I'm not sure."

"Harald has been dead for two years now, how are you just returning? This was your home, yes?" Kol asked, trying to help as much as he could but normally Dom was the people person.

Those ice eyes went wide and it looked as if the fae was about to panic. Dom huffed and stepped closer, ignoring his own nakedness to soothe someone he felt a kinship to. "You're safe now. I swear it. Kols killed the old chieftain and we own tha' land now. We 'ave an arrangement wiv the forest clan. The last leader stepped down not long ago. We can get you-"

"Tavin! Is he still- does my brother live?" Marked hands reached out to grab Dom's wrists desperately and the man fell to his knees. The siren's eyes went wide and he flicked his gaze back to his mate. Did Kol catch that? Oh gods.

"He does. He gave the crown to his nephew. I swear wha'ever 'appened you're safe now Tavis. Can you tell me?" Dom sniffled, he was more overwhelmed than he probably should be but he was wracked with hormones and he knew no matter what this would change so many lives.

"I was trapped by Harald. Used for my magic. He thought I would break and let him into my home. He wanted as much power as he could get. Wait- did you say Kol? Kolvidur? Is that you? Tell me it's not been a decade already? Please?" Those blue eyes were filled with tears and so much heartbreak.

"You knew my father?" Kol'son asked, stepping up behind his wife. He carefully wrapped his arms around Dom enough to cover the parts of him that were too close to Tavis's view for his liking but the man was obviously broken and didn't care. Fae were used to nudity but the Viking wasn't used to people seeing his lover nude. At least not face to dick.

Tavis gasped, looking them up and down. He was obviously trying to do math that was breaking his heart and mind. Dom was trying to do the same math but for a different reason. He knew Modig was slightly older than Kol but… "Yes um… He was a gangly boy last I saw. How is he? How is Inga?" That was obviously what he wanted to ask the most but fae royalty were nothing but proper, even in moments like that. Dom could tell his husband was still making sense of things and the newcomer was holding his breath.

"Inga is alive and well. She fhought you was dead. Kolvidur and Bjørn are both gone 'ough." He soothed and the shuddering breath that escaped him made Dom cry as well. He was still holding the royal's hands, trying to help ground him. He should have known automatically who the stranger was by the feeling that came off him. It was the same he got years before the first night the seer broke into his and Kol's hut to introduce himself. Did Tavis even know? Gods this felt like a story. "I'm sorry but it's been longer 'an tha'. Over two decades. 'Ow did you get free? You should 'ave been free years ago." He was so confused over that and worried that they still had evil in their midst.

"His daughter came to me. She said if I did her bidding she'd let me free but she didn't do any of the correct ritual to bind me. I lied because I needed to come home. I needed to see my brother and my-" His mouth closed, his jaw clenching. Dom could understand being scared to call a human a mate but it sounded as if it were true for him and Inga. She was from a special family too.

"She's at 'ome. Come on. Come wiv us. She'll be 'appy to see yas." Dom vowed nervously. Did the poor fae even know he had a son? "'Ow did you end up wiv 'Arald?"

Tavis stood but kept his hand in Dom's. They started walking slowly home but he worried his precious pup of a husband was still mentally catching up. He didn't seem to realize he was looking at his uncle. Fuck what a day it was turning out to be. He couldn't even walk straight and yet he had to be strong for his family. Modig was like a brother to them both and Inga was the mother he never truly had.

"My love was sent to him. I don't know if they found out we were to be mated or what but… her father stole her away and sent her to his best friend's home. At least that's what Kolvi told me. I went to find her and I was trapped. They didn't like the thought of her wedding a fae I suppose but it seems they've grown more comfortable with it?" He asked of Dom and the boy snorted.

"No. Well… like I said, Kolvidur and Bjørn and their father are gone. No wonder Inga accepted me so easily." He hummed softly and he felt Kol'son stop dead in his tracks.

"Oh fuck." And there it was. The god had finally caught up. He could feel a thousand questions burning in his mate's mind but first they needed to get home. He could only focus on one thing at a time and first he wanted clothes, then he wanted to find his aunt alone. "Yeah um… shit. Yeah. We can find a place for you and then we'll take you to them. Her! Her. We'll take you to her."

Dom fought not to roll his eyes and elbow his love but at least they were on the same wavelength. Tavis smiled, something he obviously wasn't used to anymore but he tried before hugging the boy close. "Thank you! You have no idea how much this means to me." He sniffled, obviously trying to stay strong.

"Yeah maybe don't thank us yet." Kol mumbled and Dom let himself elbow him then. Chieftain or not the god had never been taught the same manners the fae had. He loved him that way though, every brute and crass inch.

Author's Note/Tags: @manicpixiedreamb0y @hollywoodxwhore @jaxbreaker @cole-way-iero28 @iamnotanearthlingmotherfucker 🖤

Ahhhh new plot! Old secrets! Someone wasn't actually dead?! I hope you enjoyed this chapter, I wonder if I kept it mysterious enough or if you figured it out automatically. At least it's happy surprise plot? Hopefully 🫣🖤☠️

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