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satoruxx · 6 months

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sorry to go feral in your inbox but ghostface!miguel who is crazy about you (in a good way I promise) and does everything in his power to protect you and keep those horrible college guys from your classes away from you but you only know him as the mysterious gravelly voice who calls you every night that you’ve grown fond of as your personal lullaby-

pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader | 1.5k words summary: ghostface!miguel, stalking, possessive miguel, violence, death, killing, obsessive behavior, suggestive, killer miguel ofc, reader is WAY too trusting, miggy just loves you so much !! rheya’s note: NONNIE BABES YOU GENIUS !! he absolutely would oh my fucking god. i am so normal about this (going feral) i was literally squealing while writing this it was rough. why is this concept hot? do i need therapy? probably. anyways he's a creep in this but in a good way? (the way this ask literally got me inspired to draw ghostface!miguel UGH) anyways ENJOY !!

miguel isn't a bad guy. he's not. he's one of the good guys actually, a hero. he's always been a hero.

it's not his fault that there are some assholes in the world that are fucked up, preying on innocent people who just want to live their lives.

sweet, innocent people like you.

how a girl as sweet and precious as you managed to get yourself surrounded by such horrible people is beyond him. and you're so nice too, always assuming that nobody has it out for you or that everyone has some good in them. with that mindset, you were just asking to be put in danger.

so, being the hero that he is, it's his obligation to look out for you, right?

it starts off quietly. he doesn't make an effort to connect with you, choosing to watch you from the shadows as he silently tracks your day. miguel is nothing if not observant, mentally noting every single person you interact with or looks your way. and if they get a little too close, a little too comfortable? well, then he'd just have to take care of that for you, wouldn't he?

he hates that one flirty coworker of yours, always leaning a little too close to you and chatting like he's your fucking boyfriend. miguel can see the little crease of discomfort in your brows whenever that coworker is nearby, and he decides that he hates that expression on you. but you feel fine afterwards, because when your coworker goes missing the next day, you send a quick thank you to the heavens, trying to push down your guilt.

he finds out that you try to make some extra money by tutoring a guy at your school. and when miguel watches the two of you through the windows of the library he feels hatred like no other run through his veins because he doesn't like how this guy looks at you. that asshole probably didn't even need tutoring to begin with, using it as a pathetic excuse to get close to you. what a fucking joke. but you don't have to stress about tutoring anymore because the next day you get a text saying the kid has transferred schools. you never hear from him again.

oh but the worst ones are the ones who ask you out on dates. they don't even know how lucky they are, getting to see you all dolled up and pretty for them, only to absolutely destroy your hopes for a good time. it makes miguel so angry he sees red. every fucking time one of those losers makes a comment that has your shoulders slumping with disappointment, a miserable frown on your pretty lips by the end of the night, he feels sick to his stomach. but he hopes that when you see your date's body on the news the next morning, you won't be so disappointed anymore.

only after watching over you for a while does miguel decide to finally talk to you, finding the perfect hiding spot to watch you through your window as you pick up your ringing phone. he has to stop himself from groaning because your voice sounds so much sweeter when it's in his ear, smooth and precious as you ask who it is. and he can't resist playing with you, dying to hear more as he sighs behind his mask.

"tell me your name and maybe i'll tell you mine." miguel answers, gravelly voice practically purring through the speaker. he can see the confusion on your face as you pace your kitchen, reaching for a bag of chips before walking back to your couch and settling in to watch a movie. he hears the screams from the tv and bites his lip. "what's that noise?"

"a movie." you reply, the expression on your face getting less guarded as you listen to his voice.

"a scary movie?" he asks, leaning against the edge of the roof so that he's got the perfect view of you. you take a chip and pop it in your mouth, chewing quietly, and he follows the movement of your lips with eager eyes.

"mhm," you nod, and miguel thinks it's so fucking cute the way you move your head even though you think he can't see you.

"you like scary movies?" he asks with a hum, and you voice out a yes. his eyes remain hooded and attentive as he effortlessly continues the conversation. "you got a favorite, sweetheart?"

he catches the way you melt under his sweet words, and miguel decides then and there that he's never letting you go. he listens to your answers with a grin, tucking his knife away and watching you animatedly talk to him for the remainder of the night.

and the rest is history.

you tell him about a guy who's bothering you? he'll bury him. someone made you cry? he'll break their legs. your date stood you up? he'll stab them so many times he loses count. and then after all of that, he'll call you like he always does, rumbling honeylike words into his phone as he casually watches you from behind his mask.

"and how was your day today, sweetheart?" he'll drawl out, late at night as he perches on the neighboring roof to your apartment. with the way he's angled he can perfectly see the innocent little smile on your face as you settle in bed, talking on the phone like you're not scared of him at all.

and you shouldn't be, because he'd never hurt you, of course.

some nights you'll giddily tell him about the most exciting parts of your day, smiling and giggling until you fall asleep without a care in the world. but on the nights when you complain or whine about somebody that's made you upset, wronged you, or god forbid, showed interest in you? well, those are the nights miguel has to grit his teeth and clench his fists, trying to control the flare of pure rage that courses through him. he lulls you to sleep with sweet words, trying to keep his cool but still vibrating with anger because who the fuck do they think they are, getting near you like that?

"don't worry, pretty girl," he sighs into the phone, twirling his knife between his fingers. "i'm sure they'll stop bothering you soon enough."

and they do. but you being the precious oblivious little thing you are, assume that you're just lucky. a guardian angel, you had said, was watching over you. miguel had just chuckled into the phone, deep and rich as he smirked at you from the roof once again.

"guardian angel? well lucky you, huh?" he had asked, feeling all too pleased with himself. you agreed with a nod.

well, if that's what you wanted to see him as he had no problem playing guardian angel for you.

and no he doesn't even want you to find out, because the last thing he wants to do is scare you. no no, he'd much rather protect you from the shadows, eliminating every single threat could ever harm a hair on your pretty little head. his reward comes in the form of you living your life, carefree smiles and all.

and granted he feels much more rewarded when he calls you late at night, deep voice teasing with an underlying sense of possessiveness as he speaks to you about anything and everything. he doesn't understand why and how you decided that he was safe to talk to, but you do, laughing and sighing into the phone until you've dozed off.

and if you've accidentally left your windows open, well of course being the gentleman he is, miguel will close them for you. but not before he stands at your bedside, raising his mask to watch you sleep peacefully. such a pretty little thing, so sweet and gentle. and after pulling himself away from your sleeping form, he quietly shuts the window behind him, yanking his mask back down with a smirk because he doesn't want anyone else to see you all vulnerable like that.

you were too trusting to begin with, but you trusting him is alright. after all he's the only one who's been looking out for you. anyone else tries to get near you and he'll have no choice but to tear their limbs off. they could be a threat to you, right?

but that's why he'll never let you out of his sight.

you're his after all.

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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Hey love! if you're still accepting requests, could I get an extremely wild, rough and feral nsfw Daemon x wife fem!reader please? (feel free to ignore and sorry if the request is weird, but I'm thirsty for this handsome fictional man who unfortunately doesn't exist)

Frost Bite

Daemon Targayen x Stark!Reader

Summary: You were travelling back to home soil in anticipation of your wolf's heat cycle. Besides the fact that you could not stand the sound of your prince husband's breathing and the fact you were certain he would perish in the cold, there was one more reason why you did not want him to join you: the fact the heat was affecting you too.

Word Count: 5k+

Warnings: Basically PWP, 5k+ SMUT T_T (non-con [daemon touches her while she's asleep], virgin!reader, she cries for various reasons, fingering, choking, biting, degradation kink, corruption kink, spitting, marking, edging, oral [fem receiving], breeding kink, cream pie), RIP feminism, opens with a wet dream, brief mentions of near death experience in a snow storm, dark!daemon (but imo its just canon daemon) fem!reader, wife!Reader, soft!daemon, typos, etc.

A/N: YEAH MINORS DNI. LOL SO I was planning to write this for my part 2 of my Stark!Reader, but i got lazy and didn't want to create a whole plot leading up to the smut, so i removed it all together, which I guess worked out swell for you nonnie, since I was planning something absolutely unhinged. I hope you liked that fic of mine since you're basically getting a p3 of it So here's part 1, here's part 2, but you don't need to read any of them to understand, but i suggest you do for background cos lol this is PWP T_T Next part ig but its a blurb "✨Magic✨" OMG NEXT PART BUT ITS NOT A BLURB "Moon Cycle" Also nonnie, i wanted to tell you albeit asking for smut is pretty awkward HAHAHAH you gotta process these feelings somehow you know. i mean, we could have been criminals, like Daemon, instead but we're not, and that's what matters (unless you are a criminal in which case im closing my eyes) this gif of him is so large on pc but idc he's so hot MATT I WANT YOU SO BAD FUCK OFF if someone snitches to big brother again like in In Your Defense /: Idk if you want to be, but I'm tagging everyone I tagged in the previous fic, as well as the others that commented there SO HI THIS IS SMUT YOU CAN GO IF YOU WANT LOL HAHHAH @aralezinspace @em-the-lurker @blue1006 @mukduk-not-murder @min-jianhyung @deniixlovezelda @moonmaiden1996 @thatmysteriousblog

I caught him. I caught him doing the very thing I dreaded to catch him do. The one thing I accused him of doing every night, though in my heart of hearts I wished he did not... not that I would ever admit it to his face. Because why would I? Admitting it would mean- "You want me," Daemon heaved against the neck of the woman beneath him. He cranes his neck up as he thrust into her, smirking, eyes dark, "you want this to be you," he pants as he stares at me, "don't you?" I am in my place, frozen, watching and hearing the woman come undone underneath my husband who kisses her tenderly. "Daemon," I whimper helplessly, teary eyed, "Daemon please." "Fuck off."

I jolt awake, sweat sheening my neck and chest. I turn to my bed, empty, because though Daemon insisted we sleep together and I could not fight him in his decision, he did not return to me until nigh dawn.

I wipe my face as I recall my intensifying dreams.

It seems my travels up North would come quicker than anticipated.

And as much as I wanted to tell him I told you so, oh to all the gods, how badly he deserved it, there was no time for me to gloat when Daemon did the very thing I warned him not to, fall into the icy river.

It was instantaneous. The cracking of the ice, the splashing of water, the scream that escaped me. Maybe I should have left him in the cave we kept Caraxes, who he insisted on bringing. But then again he would have insisted on joining me to the cabin, the way he insisted on joining me here up North in the first place.

And now I had to deal with the consequences of his actions.

It was sheer miracle that I got him out of the river without falling into it myself, sheer stupidity of me to rid him of his coat and offer him mine when the blistering snow storm was not relenting, and quite clearly the sheer will of the gods that both of us made it to the cabin... barely.

The moment we walked in, I shut the door and scrambled towards the fireplace. As my fingers shivered, I thought of Havoc, and how at least I know she would find mine and Daemon's corpses if ever we do not make it. I had sent her away when the storm came out of nowhere because we had to find cover for Caraxes, and she would not have been any of help to us if she were here with us anyway.

My poor pup. She would be heartbroken if she saw me frozen. And Caraxes...

I curse the flint, I curse the cold, I curse the gods, and I curse Daemon for every time I failed to light a fire. I thanked the Stranger for finally allowing me the mercy of my eventual success.

Once the fire was burning steady, I get on my feet and run to Daemon, hauling him over to the fire roughly in haste where he helpelessly kneels in front of. He could do nothing but shiver as I scramble to get some dry clothes and sheets for the both of us.

I yank him closer to the fire and begin to undress him.

Seeing as he is nothing but docile to my actions and how his skin was turning grey, I began to grow frantic, "you cannot fucking die, you prick!"

I rip his top off and quickly clothe him, "I did not go through all the trouble of marrying you for nothing. I refuse to be forced into another marriage because your stupid ass froze to death."

Daemon's shudder comes out in a thick condensation.

"Fuck," I whimper, as I struggle to get him out of his boots and breeches.

I shrivel up at the feel of his frozen fingers then brush against my arm and I shake my head rapidly, realizing there was no choice. The only way I can warm him quickly enough is if I share my own.

I strip him naked, pulling off the shirt I struggled to put on him as well, then wrap him in a fur blanket in the meantime. I then take off my own clothes and hiss at the nipping cold.

The fact Daemon does not even look at my naked form strikes a chord in me.

I straighten him up and fix the blankets on his legs and thighs before I sit on his lap. I press my bare chest against his and whimper at his dangerously concerning coldness.

He shivers against me as his face rests helplessly on my shoulder. His breath that hits my skin is not even hot.

"Remember, you're too fucking stubborn to die," I say as I wrap my legs around his torso and graciously place his fingers beneath my bottom.

His lack of warmth literally brings tears to my eyes.

I reach out for the other blanket and wrap it over myself, consequently Daemon, before I wrap my arms around him and breathe hotly against his face.

I rub his back, "will you allow irony to take you? The hot blooded prince defeated by the cold?"

He releases a shiver and moves his head. He mutters something, but his quaking body does not allow me to make sense of it.

"Do not waste your energy," I chide.

And so for a long moment, we stay like this, wrapped in each other's arms, sharing each other's heat. I do my best to warm him. I even nuzzle against him, the way Havoc did me, just so I could warm his stupid face.

Daemon finally finds it in him to lean against my touch, and when he does, he mutters under his breath, "irony-" shudder, "-would be if the- N-Northern princ-ces-s-ss died in the cold."

My face contorts and yet I cannot help but chuckle at him, glad he can sputter his nonsense again, "then I should make Caraxes burn you for your stupidity."

I shiver when I feel his icy lips kiss my neck. Goosebumps form on my skin when I feel the hot breath that follows. My hands rake up to his nape, where I then dig my fingers as I pull away.

"N-n-nno!" he stutters, hands coming around my hips to brace me tightly, "I ss-swear I'm not warm yet-t-t."

I pull back again though to face him when I said, "I only wanted to tell you," I lean my forehead against his face, "I fucking told you so, you stupid idiot."

I rest my face on his shoulder and close my eyes, knowing I would not be off him any time soon.

I dream about him. I dream about kissing his shivers away. I dream about pulling the fur blanket that separated our legs away, and riding him until he was warm.

I dream about how good he feels, and how he burns inside me. I dream about calling his name, unlike how I did in my other dreams. I was no longer calling out in betrayal, I was calling out in pleasure.

Daemon.

"Daemon," I trail off in a groan, willing my heavy eyelids open. I feel pressure building up inside me before I understand what's happening.

I not know how, but I am laid on a bed, head on a pillow, form still naked. Daemon is sat up beside me, peering down at me and his hands.

I whine.

His fingers-

"Oh fucking hell," he groans as his other hand begins to knead at my breasts, "you feels so good wrapped around my fingers, I-"

I cut him off with my squeak, hands flying to his arm, thighs closing shut, squeezing this hand in between my thighs.

"Daemon," the dazed quality of my voice is gone.

He tilts his head, face twisting, a challenge.

When I struggle and wrangle against him, all it takes is his hand on my throat to make me go still. I barely manage a choke and my breath continues to leave me as his fingers quicken their pace inside me.

He only releases me after I shake and shudder when I come.

It is overwhelming and nothing at all like I have dreamed or imagined, unlike all the times I've touched myself in secret. It was intense but there was a shame tied to it.

My entire body is hot and tears prick my eyes at his relentless ministrations.

"You were too fucking ready for that," Daemon mutters dryly as he quickly pulls away and shifts in his spot, "how long have you imagined fucking me, hmm?"

Before I even have the brain to do something, he crawls down the bed, "was it when you caught me touching myself to you?" He sinks down, grabbing my legs, "or have you done it before and withheld me of your sweet cunt for no fucking reason?"

All at once, he brings his face between my legs and begins to lick all the slickness off my pulsing core.

"DAEMON!" I scream, pressing my thighs close as I push myself up on my elbows, trying to break free of him.

He ignores me and forces my legs open even as I kick them in protest, "you will not deny me something you so clearly want yourself."

He grunts and pushes my legs down before grabbing my hands that were shoving him away, "you fucking bitch," he grips me tightly, "you will not find it in yourself to fight me off once I make a whore out of you."

I growl at his words, feeling my stomach drop along with my tears because of it.

I was realizing just how strong he really was, and how in moments where our arguments got a bit physical, he has probably holding back. The revelation of this does not cease my attempts at freeing myself, but it is as pointless as I feared.

Daemon rises up from his spot, nearing me, up until he is breathing against my cheek and rubbing his hardened length against my wetness.

I turn away from him, unable to really do anything else and shudder as he speaks, "you said it yourself, you did not go through all this trouble marrying me for nothing."

I screw my eyes shut, feeling tears fall, "Daemon."

He shushes me, pulling my arms up above my head, "you should not worry. I refuse to die now that I know of your lust."

I whimper as he rolls his hips against me, "still, the idea of someone claiming you- fuck-" he groans gutturally, "had I died..." he trails of in another groan, "someone else would have gotten my prize and it would have been all be your fault."

Daemon squeezes my wrist in one hand then grabs my jaw, forcing me to turn to him. I keep my eyes shut though as he heaves hotly, "I should utterly ruin every part of you so you can never have anyone but me. Though make no mistake, I would never let that happen as I so fucking breathe."

"Hypocrite," I scoff.

He laughs and I tense at the feeling of his vibrations, "she speaks."

I dare to look at him as I pant, "you do not desire me. You're just a spoiled brat who merely wants to wet his cock, just like how you do every night."

"Oh," he groans, "is this jealousy I hear?" He squeezes my cheeks, "is my pretty whore jealous that she is not the only one?"

"Fuck you!" I manage out though muffled.

Daemon laughs at the feel of tears rushing down his fingers, "do not cry, foolish wife. I'll have you know I have not wet my cock ever since I called out your name when I fucked someone else before our wedding day."

He releases my face. I attempt to even out my breath.

"I hadn't even realized until she asked me who-"

"And you think you deserve an award for that?!" I quip through my heavy breathing.

He lets out a laugh that makes me whimper, "I think you ought to know that mine own want for you has made everyone else undesirable," he licks my cheek, making me pull my head away from him, "I have been so pent up in want and for what? Because you're too bull headed to allow me anything other than my lonely hand?"

I try to wrangle out of his grip again, and he presses his whole body on me in response, "it's quite adorable that you still have it in you act like you didn't just call my name out loud while you dreamt of fucking me."

He rubs his nose against my jaw, "you wanna know how I know?"

"Fuck off-"

"You were rutting against me like a hussy," he sighs, "by the gods, had I known you were so wanton at night, I would have never granted you the insult of sleeping alone."

I could feel myself burn hotter with each word that leaves his lips despite myself. I did not want him to catch me like this, but there was no use; I was already caught.

As Daemon rocks his hips on mine, he hisses, undoubtedly feeling how much wetter I had gotten was beneath him.

"Fuck," he trails off, "here's what going to happen," he whispers, rutting against me rougher.

I cannot for the life of me withhold my whimper.

He chuckles as he presses his face against mine, "I'm going to make you come with my tongue and then I'm going to fuck you until you cry."

"Daemon, please stop-"

"Your heartbeat against my cock and how fucking wet you are disagrees with your protest, little liar," he croons. He lifts his head, then leans his forehead against mine, "don't worry, my little virgin, you will not cry because it hurts, you will cry because you'll want it so bad that it hurts."

"Daemon-"

"You will not refuse me," he whispers, though it is anything but sweet, "not when there is not a sliver of doubt in my mind that you want this too."

He brings his hands to my neck again and I wait for his grip to tighten, but it does not, "now say it."

I look up at him as my breathing quickens.

"Yield," he commands, breathing heavily all of a sudden.

I look up at him feeling my belly swirl in ways I could not ever explain.

"Admit to both our ears that you burn for me just as I have been fucking burning for you."

I yelp when he puts pressure on my throat then releases it.

"Say it," he barks.

"I-"

"Say you want me," he says softer this time.

I am disarmed by his quick change in tone and a shiver leaves me as the cold finds its way to my belly as he pulls away. Daemon releases my hands then begins to crawl down. His eyes are fixed on my as he mutters once more, "say it."

I shudder as he presses my thighs against his cheeks then whispers, almost begging, "say it."

I turn away from him and close my eyes, awaiting his next actions, for it was not like I could stop him if I refuse.

"Say it," he urges louder, "you know you want to."

I clench my jaw, "just do what you want and be done with it."

He growls, and goosebumps form on my skin when I feel him bite at the inner most part of my thigh. I grip at the sheets at the feel of teeth and tongue. I bite my lips tightly to keep myself from making any noise.

"I should, shouldn't I?" Daemon mutters.

I yelp and look down at him when his finger strokes my core.

His eyes are dark as he airily chuckles at my reaction, "after all I have given you my name, my Targaryen queen. You are no longer your own, you are forever mine."

I watch him as he lifts his head up and kisses my sopping heat. I flinch when he nips at me, drawing my nub out with his teeth. He lifts his head as he releases my flesh. His chin is glistening with my slick as he says, "I want you."

My breath leaves me when he says this.

"And I know you want me too, but I have to-- I need you to say it." He repositions himself in my thighs, "you are after all married to maniac," he breathes against me, "now, say it."

He shakes my thighs, "SAY IT!"

"I want you," I snap, "Daemon, I-" a loud cry rips out of me before I can even continue.

The sound of him lapping his tongue on me, eating me out as if I was his final meal, was somehow louder than my cries. I cannot help but so violently react to him as he devours me. He forces me still in his grip and fights off the movement of my thighs with his face.

It seems as though my admittance has reduced me into nothing but needy sounds.

Without another thought, my hands reach down at him and dig into his silver hair. I arch my back and pull at him when his tongue flicks into me.

"Fucking slut," he mutters, squeezing my thighs as he pulls me apart.

I scream out his name as he digs his face deeper into me. I lift my head up when he pulls away to laugh, "look at you, rutting against me like the needy whore you are."

I don't have time to find offence in his words because I still, not even realizing I was in fact moving my hips against him. He laughs as he continues his work, leaving me no time to feel embarrassment and only hot pleasure.

He is fucking good at what he does. He's so fucking good that my mind wanders where it should not. How much practice has he gotten to be this good? It is precisely because of this that I finally break, "all for you, Daemon," I grab his cheeks, "all for you-- all mine."

I do not see how his eyes dart up to me for I then throw my head back and whine. I feel myself come close to my undoing, "fuck, Daemon, don't stop."

I shriek when I bites me.

Just as I am inching so close, all at once, he pulls away from me.

I pant and stiffen as I hear and feel him spit on me. Much like all other moments, I do not have time to react. When I turn to him, he grabs my legs and shoves me to my side.

I begin to panic when he rises to his knees.

"I'll be fucking damned if I don't make you come on my cock right now," he grunts, making my eyes drop down to the very thing, erect, hard, and angry.

"Get on your knees, bitch," he blurts, though he doesn't give me much of a chance to as he drags me up into the position he wants me by my hips.

I haven't even propped myself up on my arms yet when he unceremoniously begins to pound into me.

I am certain if anyone could hear us in the middle of this storm, they would think I was mad, or worse, being tortured.

"I'm going to breed that prurient wolf in you, just as I'm sure your wolf, Havoc, is being bred right now."

I growl at the idea and feel my belly tighten at his words.

Daemon groans before he chuckles, "that's it, isn't it?"

His relentless thrusts begin to grow sloppy. Suddenly, he yanks me by my hair and lifts me up. His other hand slaps to my throat to offer painful support as he pulls me up against him.

I choke on my spit when my form presses against him with difficulty. He sinks down on his knees, my core wrapped around his length as he shifts me in a snug position atop him.

His hands make their way to my breasts to roughly grope them. His teeth sink down on my shoulder.

I release a wild sound as my own hands come on top of his. I am left moaning at how his mouth sinks into my skin.

Daemon makes sure to suck hard before pulling away. For a moment he catches his breath before speaking, "you did not want me here because you are affected by your wolf's heat, aren't you."

The way I begin to slowly bounce on top of him is enough of an answer to him.

He laughs as his hands depart from my tender breasts, one going down to my sensitive nub, the other sealing my throat again, "you are a fucking selfish bitch for keeping your cunt from me."

My breathing becomes arduous when he tightens his grip around me.

"You would have preferred to touch yourself to the thought of me?" he questions as he rubs on my sensitive nub.

"Daemon," I gasp, pushing my head back as his lips latch on my neck again.

He ceases the moment of his fingers as he finishes grazing on my skin. "Yes, my pretty whore?" he mutters in between his kisses, "what do you want, hmm?"

My breathing strains when his hand tightens around my throat more. I catch my breath when he releases his grip to push my hair off to the side, "tell me what you want me to do to you."

I call out his name. He calls out mine.

I find myself grabbing his hands as I moan out, "I want you to fuck me."

Without another word, I am thrown down to the bed. The only reason I'm still on him is because of his hands that latch on my hips.

I am nothing against his strength. He handles me like a ragdoll, fucking me with absolutely no regard and nothing else in mind.

I make sounds that mean nothing. His name is polluted by my whimpers and cries that you cannot make head or tail of.

I would not last any longer with how he was handling me, even if I wanted to, even if I tried.

"That's it my easy bitch," he pants, "come around me like the needy whore you are."

"Daemon-"

"Your eager cunt will take my seed well when I fill you up," his one hand leaves my hip and rips my head back by my hair again, "don't you think, pretty wife?"

"Yes," I reply without thinking, "yes, yes, yes, yes-"

"And you will give me your pups," he mutters, "bare my dragons, like a dutiful wife will you not?"

My only response is my body breaking orgasm. I shiver beneath him, falling powerless as I scream his name and crumble, absolutely boneless.

Daemon lets out a string of curses as he milks out my reaction for all he's got.

He does not waver once bit and it maddeningly delicious.

My voice hikes up when I feel him release inside me not too late after.

"Fucking come slut," he barks as he snaps his hips in me, "take it all just like that."

I bury my screams in the cushions he presses on, unrelenting. When he finally does grow sloppy, I take a moment to catch my breath and relish the feel of him.

I whimper when he pulls away and slaps my ass.

"The absolute mess you've made of yourself," he coos, as he rubs the skin he slapped.

I can feel myself leaking, I can feel it all over my legs, on the sheets, and I could practically feel his pleased smile as he watches the lewd display. I could not bring myself to care at all though, not when my legs begin to fall.

I squeak when Daemon rearranges me on the bed. He is not at all as rough as he was with me a while ago, but his strength and my lack thereof does not really allow him to be gentle.

He falls onto the side of the bed next to me and gathers me into his chest. When I roll over to him, I groan at the feeling of my wet thighs pressing together.

"Do not make issue of that," Daemon says as he watches me squirm. He pulls me close to him, arm over my shoulders. His other hand hooks behind my knee, dragging me atop him. I whimper and push my hand on his chest when I feel core empty out on his thigh.

He does not allow me to pull away and I turn to him because of this. Daemon forces me close against him, "are you so haughty over my come that you cannot bare the thought of it-"

"But it's getting everywhere," I start off loudly but end with a whisper.

Daemon's nostrils flare as he shakes his head, "I should sure hope so."

I feel my cheeks burn and so I decide to hide my face in his chest.

His laughter intensifies, and I do not enjoy how my head bounces on his ribcage because of it.

"Oh meekness suits you well, my dear."

I weakly mumble, "fuck off."

His amusement continues as he rubs my arms, "you mean, 'I want you to fuck me, Daemon.' "

"I did not say it like that!" I quip, lifting my head as I turn to him, finally making him cease his stupid laughter. The sight of his stupid smug face still glimmering in slick renders me frozen.

Suddenly I am aware of how cold the room still was.

"Pray tell, how did you say it?" he hums, pushing hair behind my ear.

I furrow my brows and press my cheek on his chest again, admitting lowly, "I didn't say your name at the end."

"My," he draws shapeless figures on my skin, "I'm glad to know the moment is burned in your very being."

"Fuck off," I mutter under my breath, scratching my eye. It dawns onto me that my face was equally as wet as Daemon's. Heat rises up my face again when I realize I really did cry because of how good he felt.

"Don't fret," he sighs, "there is a reason why you should not worry yourself about how your pretty cunt is leaking blood and come. I shall fuc-"

I turn to him in concern and push myself up.

Daemon furrows his brows and shakes his head, "it is normal," he soothes, grabbing my cheek, "or did you just forget your maidenhood was still intact after imagining fucking me?"

I am suddenly aware how real everything was. My husband has finally gotten me to consummate our marriage and all his talk of me bearing his seed could may well come true. My chest begins to constrict as my mind floods with endless scenarios.

"Well, if you start frowning like that, I might actually feel bad," Daemon mutters, lifting himself up on his elbows, "what's wrong?"

I look at his concerned expression and find myself speaking before I realize, "did you mean it?"

"Mean what?" he clarifies quickly.

"That you want me," I quip just as fast.

He stares at me for a moment, as if he was taken aback or measuring the truthfulness in my voice. When a prolonged moment passes between us, he realizes I was serious.

"Fuck," he drops his head back, "it must be exhausting to be a woman with your overthinking."

"Well, pardon me for not-"

"You are pardoned," he blurts, making me whimper when he suddenly flips us over.

I am beneath him again. He does nothing but press his weight on me, but I struggle beneath him, not enjoying the idea of remaining in an uncomfortable position.

He misreads my intentions and hinders me from moving, as he wraps his arms around me, "I just told I want you, that I burn for you, that I want you to mother my children. Do you honestly think I am one to say that to anyone?"

I gulp as he shifts to nestle his face in the crook of my neck, "I..." he breathes against my skin. He does not continue as he opts to kiss my neck instead.

When I move to wrap my own arms around him, he speaks again, "I am at your mercy. You saved me from freezing to death when you could have easily decided to rid of me."

I press my cheek against him and begin to comb through the long hair on his back, "I was serious about my distaste to remarry."

"Well, you will not," he quickly retorts, "you will have me until the end."

I bring my legs around him as I release a sigh, "consider me overjoyed by the thought."

He chuckles as he shifts, "you do not sound-"

"I did not want to admit it," I cut him off, "but I think I..." I turn to him as he lifts his head, "I think I... care for you, Daemon... I-"

"Love you," he finishes, staring at me with an unreadable expression.

And for the first time since our nuptials, he kisses me. He kisses me not because he has to, not for the sake of showing everyone present, but because he wanted to, for the sake of showing me.

He is nothing but warmth, nothing but fire, nothing but him. Daemon is not sweet, but in this moment he put even honey to shame.

He begins to stir on top me, though he makes sure his lips do not leave mine. It is because of my moan that we are broken apart, the moan that leaves me when I feel him slip inside me.

"Daemon-"

"You know how I fuck," he sighs, rubbing his nose against mine, "but now we'll both know how I make love."

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satrs · 9 months

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blue lock boys you think would be exes who do everything to try to get you back? to add on they’re your baby daddy so they have a reason to see you and speak to you.

ᥲ/ᥒ ꜝꜝ ✎ hiiii nonnie! thx for the request! I got some boys in mind, and the first one that I could picture was Shidou LMAOOO

also, I didn't specify the child's gender, so you can fill it in for yourself^^

Still Your Best

FEATURING; ITOSHI RIN. BACHIRA MEGURU. SHIDOU RYUSEI. RAICHI JINGO. MIKAGE REO. NESS ALEXIS.

TAGS; suggestive content. MDNI!. mention of sex. mention of kids. angst. hurt to comfort. some crazy/toxic guys. nicknames(baby, princess).

WORDCOUNT;

ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+!

ITOSHI RIN.

He would never directly admit that he wants you back but find excuses, your child for example.

It was true that he visited your place to see his child more, spend time with them, and be as good of a father as he could be. But, he wouldn't miss taking this as an opportunity to get near you. Even if that meant doing it the harsh way.

"Rin? You already had your time with-" "I'm their father, Y/N. You can't stop me from interacting with them." "Rin, look. I'm tired of you just showing up at my doorstep unannounced and-" You sighed, too tired and not in the mood to fight with him or alarm the neighbors to feed them any gossip, so you step aside, motioning him to enter your home.

He stood in the living room awkwardly, scanning the apartment for his little one - no where in sight. " already in bed." You cleared up his confusion, throwing yourself on the couch with an exhausted sigh, "That desperate to see them? Go wake them up. But you'll take care of them then."

He didn't respond, causing you to look up at him in suspicion as he sat beside you on the couch, an unreadable expression on his face as he breathed out, searching for the right words. "If it's about that same topic, then drop it." He sighed at your reaction, a pleading look on his face. "Just hear me out for a second." You stay silent, waiting for him to continue, averting your gaze to anywhere but him. "I've been telling you this for some time now and I think it's time for you to consider it."

You eyed him before averting your gaze around the room, trying to avoid eye contact. You know what he meant. He was laying in your ears with that stuff since both of you separated. "We should try it again. For the little one." Yes, for them. But also for you. He can't deal with this 'still friends for the child' - bullshit. He wants you back in his arms with his child- be the happy family you once were.

"For the child," you reminded, repeating his words as you looked at him, a promising look on your face. His heartfelt smile startled you for a second, reminded of your happy years with him floading your mind and maybe another try wouldn't hurt.

"Yes, for the child. And for us."

BACHIRA MEGURU.

"Why don't you go play for a bit, hm? Me and Mommy have to talk." You turned at the man at that, unsure of what he meant, a raised eyebrow accompanying your confusion.

Once your child disappeared into their room, you eyed him in suspicion, waiting for him to clear the fog. "So, you got a boyfriend now, hm?" Your heart sank in realization, you child must have likely babbled it away to him. "And what about it?"

He chuckled at that, shaking his head in a scolding manner. "Y/N, a new man in our child’s life would be confusing. I think it's really selfish of you to-" "No, I don't think so. But you know what I think? I think you're just jealous that I moved on." You intervined, ready to walk off until his words rang your ear. "Yes, I am. You can't just 'move on'. That's not how it works, baby."

You flashed him a look of disbelief. "Yes, I can, as you can see." You walked off the scene, only to hear footsteps right behind you. "You sure as hell didn't. He's just a playdate to you. He could never replace me, and you know that damn well."

You stood still, tint of guilt filling your stomach because he was right - you've never and will never find anyone that could replace the hole Bachira left in your heart, your lips formed into a thin line as you turned around to get a good look at him.

A smile crept its way up to his lips at that, his feet moving on their own as he stood before you, taking your head in his hands. "But I'm here, you know. We can try again."

You looked up at him, eyes sparking with hope. "Are you serious?"

"I'm always serious about you, baby." He caressed your cheek with adoration, his eyes showing nothing but love for you.

SHIDOU RYUSEI.

"Where's (child's name)?" You questioned, impatiently tapping your feet to the ground, arms crossed in front of Shidou's doorstep. He returned a smug grin at that, leaning against the doorframe, shamelessly looking you up and down. "Went out clubbing baby? You look gorgeous, as always."

You roll your eyes at his statement, waiting for him to answer you - to no avail. Finally, your patience snapped, face adored by an irritated expression. "Can I come in?" You motioned at the door in a sarcastic manner.

"But of course, princess." He stepped aside, grin only growing bigger as he animated you to come in, quick to steal a quick peak at your behind. “So, did you had fun?” He tried to stirr up a conversation to keep you with him for a bit longer.

You ignored him, walking around the house in search of your child. “Where-“

“Asleep.” He answered quickly, smirk on his face never wavering. “You knew that I’d come to pick them up.”

He chuckled at that, nonchalantly walking into the kitchen to get you your favorite drink (he remembered every detail of you, even so small) “C’mon, make yourself at home.”

You scoffed at his sarcastic voice. ‘Make yourself at home’. What a bummer. This was your home some time ago.

“What do you want?” You asked as he sat beside you, waving the drink he offered off. “Why don’t you relax a bit? It’s not like we’re strangers.” He shrugged your decline off, drowning his own drink down. “Also,” his face twisted at the aftermath of his quick gulp down, “it’s to late for you to drive home with my child at this hour anyways, can’t allow that.”

You understood what he was getting at, taking the drink in hand as you prepared yourself for the night. He took note of that, triumphant grin on his face as he poured himself more of it, bumping his glass against yours. Tonight will be the night you’ll get back to him, he was sure of it.

“Now that’s the spirit, baby. Cheers. To us.”

RAICHI JINGO.

He is desperate for you but has no better idea of winning you back than seducing you into bed with him, covering his intentions up with 'I'm the only one who makes you feel good or 'Just some stress relieve, nothing else'. But little did he know that those actions would bite him in the ass one day.

"Stop this? But why?", he sat up straight from his side of the bed, eyeing you as you put on your clothes. "Don't you feel good? Because I know that I do. It's just like back then."

You sighed at that, throwing on your shirt as you looked at him. "That's the problem. You don't see this as just some pastime, do you?" He didn't say anything, lips forming a thin line. "That's what I thought."

He sprung to his feet and jumped into his boxers and shirt swiftly once you made your way out of the door. "Wait, can we at least talk about it?" You waved him off, stepping into your shoes at the doorstep, ready to throw on your jacket and leave. "I gotta pick our child up now. Got no time for chit-chat-"

He snatched your keys from your hand, ignoring your bickering as he stepped into his shoes himself, opening the door to head over to your car. "Raichi you're in fucking boxers! Are you out of your damn mind?"

Your curses fell on deaf ears as he sat in the driver's seat, waiting for you to enter the car. "Now we can talk and pick them up. Two birds with one stone."

You mumbled curses under your breath but seated yourself either way because, if you were being honest, you were kind of curious about what he had to say.

"What the hell do you want to talk about?" You spat, earning a chuckle from the man as he drove off on the street. "I want us again, Y/N," he said after stopping at a red light. "Raichi, but you got me. Not how you wish to be but still-" You silenced yourself once his hand comfortably rested on your thigh, innocent gaze on the road ahead.

You sighed, lingering in the comfortable silence. You knew how he was never really good with words, even back when the both of you were still together. So you let the silence speak for itself, dwelling in his touch.

Maybe you should hear him out for real this time, he got out in boxers for you after all, that's a story to tell.

MIKAGE REO.

He tried anything in his power - beg, shower you and your child with gifts- expensive ones at that- trips, and anything else you could think about. And even tho you waved him off every single time, he didn't lose hope and kept on trying. You were his treasure after all.

"Look, baby! I got you some toys." Your child reached out their hands for their father, a beaming smile on their face. "Enough, Reo." Your voice interrupted the joyful moment, bringing him back to reality.

"What's all this for?" You motioned around the room, various expensive gifts for you and the little child. "Do you think I'll just jump back into your arms if you buy me stuff?" His silence was answer enough for you as you let out a scoff, turning to gather all of his gifts into a bag, and shoving it into his hand right after. "Go fuck yourself and your gifts."

He ignored your venomous words, dropping the bag to the ground as his hand swiftly grabed you by the back of your neck, smashing his lips against yours with passion.

You were taken aback, gasping into his mouth as you returned the gesture momentarily before tearing yourself away from his grasp, ready to let the curses fall.

"Mommy and Daddy are back together!" Your childe cheered on, clapping their hands together with joy. Your head snapped into your offspring's direction, about to clear the confusion, but Reo beat you to it.

"Yup!," He threw his arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer with a bright smile on his face. "Daddy will stay the night today, what do you say?" He threw the question into the room, eyeing you.

You desperatly wanted to decline, but the way your child's eyes sparkled in pure excitement and joy caused you to give into the offer, agreeing in defeat.

The little childe jumped up in joy while Reo began to pepper your face with kisses. Your expression was bitter but deep down, you enjoyed his touch and affection.

Just for tonight, you said to yourself, then it'll be back to how we were yesterday.

Yesterday? Oh no, it'll be back to how you used to be.

NESS ALEXIS.

He couldn't take it anymore. You and your child- the only people he adored and loved so much away from him. It's been months since you put an end to your relationship and he is suffering from the consequences.

"Y/N, please." You ignored him, taking your small child from his arms, flashing your little bundle of sunshine a bright smile. "C'mon let's go home, yeah? Mommy already-"

"Y/N." He took your unoccupied arm in his hold, a sigh of relief filling him once you finally turn your attention towards him. "You can beg as much as you want, Ness. When will you finally understand that there is no us anymore?"

"Never.", he replied, "We belong with each other, don't you get it?" A crazed look on his face as he followed you behind to your car. You seated your child in the child seat before giving your offspring a toy to get their focus away from what was happening.

"You're crazy." "Crazy over you." You sighed, turning around with crossed arms. "Can you give it a rest?" "Not until I have you back in my arms." You let out a laugh in disbelief, hopping in the driver's seat and about to slam the door, only for him to stop you from doing so.

"Just this once," He whispered, for only you to hear, "Just hear me out this once. Let me come over and talk about this- about us. I miss you." Your expression softened, an exhausted sigh leaving your lips as you rubbed your temple. "Alright. But don't get your hopes up. I'm alone at ten tomorrow. You can come over then."

A triumphant smile played across his lips as he bid his goodbye to the both of you and you swore you saw him do an attempt of an air jump as he happily stepped back into the house.

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catscidr · 3 months

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hi.. hello... may I request a dottore fic w/chronically ill reader? chronically ill as in, can't get enough sleep due to pain, doesn't clean themselves/shower, or doesn't eat a lot due to the pain and loss of appetite.

this part is a bit self indulgent but maybe reader can't walk properly due to it and needs assistance by dottore (or his segments) to hold her hand and let her cling onto them as they walk?

absolutely understandable if not! hope you have a good day :) 🕊

yes!! absolutely!! (included this other ask too bc i felt they were similar enough) im sorry i disappeared for a bit, life happened and this and that and i didn't have time to write and when i did i just.... couldn't write LOLヽ(；▽；) i don't have a chronic illness so i did my best with what i had (google and my own experiences with body pains n stuff(?) ) so pls lmk if there's like. any wording i should change and whatnot. big smoochies to u nonnie i hope this makes you feel at least a little better ♡♡ ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: a whole lotta fluff, established relationship, dottore is probably a little ooc bc he's very soft, him and The Clones are doting on reader HARD. reader is shorter than the men includes: fem reader, dottore and his segments (Omega is the oldest, Delta is webttore, Iota is the youngest), Columbina is mentioned, fatui npcs are also mentioned wc: 2,3k

The doctor was infamous for being cruel, aloof and barbaric. From his experiments to his way of treating his coworkers, practically everyone that worked in the Fatui wanted nothing to do with him, since even if they happened to not get on his bad side, even being associated with him meant other members of the organization would look at them funny. The only people the Harbinger spoke to daily, apart from you, were his many segments.

The same couldn’t be said for you though. When you could, you’d spend time with Viktor or Ekaterina whenever they were in Snezhnaya, hang out with Damselette when she was free or simply just make small talk with anyone willing to stop by for a chat. Unfortunately, you haven’t been able to enjoy other people’s presence since your body’s been feeling quite sluggish as of late, exhaustion seeping into your limbs much quicker than it should. Your predicament made it so that you were confined to the four walls of your room most days, human interaction being limited to Dottore and his clones.

Not that you particularly minded, since they were an entertaining bunch. Dottore took care of you most of the time, but since his job was quite demanding, he couldn’t be there for you all the time. Which is where his segments came in.

“The soup isn’t that hot, and I already blew on it! Just eat already,” Delta grumbles loudly, his patience wearing thin as it made way for aggressive worry to take place. You stick your tongue out at him, a tired and petty act of rebellion despite your situation.

“I dare you to take a sip. For sure it’ll be able to melt your mechanic tongue right off,” you huff in annoyance, both from the minimal hours of sleep you’d been getting and your own patience coming to an end. The man makes a tsk sound, torn between wanting to prove you wrong by humoring your suggestion or wanting to just grab an ice cube and tossing it in the bowl in malicious compliance. He doesn’t have time to decide though, because two people come into your room right as he opened his mouth to reply.

“Prime told me to check in on you,” Omega says as he breaches the doorframe. “You’re taking too long.” he adds, crossing his arms. The older segment stares down at his maskless coworker, lips curling down in a frown. Delta scowls, readjusting himself on your bed- he was sitting to your right, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. He glances over his shoulder at the interruption, scowl now much more genuine as he glares daggers at the older segment.

“I would have been back a long time ago if someone,” he doesn’t hide the way his eyes glance over at your sulking form, “had cooperated with me.” Still holding up the spoon he had tried to feed you previously, he lowers it into the bowl while gesturing for Omega to come closer. The latter walks over to the bed calmly while Iota saunters over to your left side, chatting up a storm about how he’s missed you and asking when you’ll be joining them back in the lab again.

“Maybe if you knew how to speak to women,” the oldest taunts, lips curling into a small grin, the only feature visible on his masked face. You giggle as Delta bites back an insult, purposely ignoring his superior to instead try to make you get something in your system one more time.

“Where’s Dottore?” you ask the Omega segment, turning your face away from Delta. The latter glares at you, handing over the bowl of soup to the other man. Iota suggests feeding you but is quickly dismissed by the other two, much to his dismay.

“Busy. Although he said he would come by to test something, if I recall correctly... didn’t mention what it was, though,” the masked segment says, blowing on a spoonful of soup to cool it off. You nod, eating the spoonful when Omega presents it to you, earning a look of disbelief from Delta. “How are you feeling today?” the oldest asks, tuning out Delta’s many choice words aimed at him. You do the same, focused on eating and taking your time swallowing the food so as to not upset your already sensitive stomach.

“Could be better,” you respond with a sigh. “I feel pain... everywhere. And I’m tired but I can’t sleep,” you add between spoonfuls. Omega nods, letting you rant as he silently listens to you while subtly observing the way your chest heaves up and down, as if your lungs were working overtime to accommodate to an elevated heart rate.

He hums, dipping the spoon in the bowl to feed you again. You shake your head at him and put a hand up in front of your mouth, your brows creasing your forehead. The clone doesn’t push further and instead hands Iota the unfinished bowl of food, quietly asking for him to put it away. The young boy nods eagerly, happy to be of use as he scurries away. Delta follows after him to make sure he doesn’t break anything, but glances behind his shoulder to take one last look at you, worry obvious on his usually irked face.

“How long has it been since Prime has last given your previous dose of aspirin?” he asks, leaning closer to you to push your hair out of your face. Expression scrunched up in discomfort from the sudden food intake, you make a noise of discontentment, a vague answer to his question. He frowns but doesn’t voice his displeasure aloud, instead comforting you through your nausea. Noticing pearls of sweat beading up on your hairline, Omega pulls your bed sheets away slightly, making you more comfortable.

“Can you try swallowing for me?” he asks gently, tilting his head forward and to the side to look at your throat. It takes you a hot second but after some struggle you do as he instructed and swallow, your throat bobbing up as you do, and the segment hums in satisfaction. “Good,” he murmurs quietly, placing one hand on your shoulder to help you straighten your back.

“Let me help you up. Hold onto my hand for me?” Omega asks, helping you slip out of bed, putting a strong arm under yours to help you stand up. You wordlessly interlock your fingers into his own and wobble slightly, knees weak and devoid of strength, but he holds you up, bending his own knees slightly to accommodate your height. The wave of nausea comes and goes, making your legs unsteady as the clone helps you walk towards the bathroom connected to your bedroom.

Delta comes back without Iota in tow and immediately notices your discomfort. His legs work faster than his mind and he’s to your left in the blink of an eye, supporting your weight as well to help you and Omega out. The three of you reach the sink counter and as the oldest helps you sit up on it, Delta squints at his fellow clone.

“Can one of you get my bucket,” you manage to croak out between deep breaths, head slumped forward to rest against Omega’s shoulder. While he rubs soothing circles on your back Delta quickly grabs the bucket you kept in your room, footsteps as silent as he could as to not disturb you. You murmur a quiet thank you to him, sitting up to the best of your ability as you shoot him a grateful smile.

“Are you feeling well enough to bathe or are you still lightheaded?” Omega asks, one of his gloved hands coming up to your forehead. He feels some heat seep through the leather fabric but waits for your answer nonetheless, crimson eyes covered by his mask staring into you. You nod, leaning into the coolness of his hand.

“Mmhyeah, jus’ help me out a bit,” you mumble sleepily, exhaustion taking over your nausea. Delta doesn't need to be told twice as he turns on the tap to fill up the bath, keeping a hand beneath it to make the sound of water splashing in the tub quieter to avoid bothering you.

✧✧✧

With a towel resting over your head and newfound energy flowing through your limbs, you saunter into your partner’s main lab to find him. Omega had left shortly after you finished bathing, begrudgingly telling you that he had to go back to work- but Delta stayed with you long enough to keep you company while you let your eyes rest. He gave you some painkillers- nothing like what Dottore gave you to keep the pain at bay, but it worked as a temporary solution- and you felt energized enough to leave your bedroom to get ahold of Dottore.

Delta walked behind you, not wanting to go back to the laboratory just yet but the last thing he wanted was to leave you alone, his mind working up a multitude of scenarios in which you’d get hurt. Although he was all bark and no bite, he still cared about you immensely- more than he’d ever admit. He watches your hair drip water onto the pristine white tiles as you walk and steps on the water with his boots, smudging the liquid to wipe it away.

“Dottore!” you exclaim happily, eyes lighting up when you finally catch sight of the familiar mop of blue hair paired with his matching tired eyes and scarred skin adorning his face. The Harbinger looks up from his work, eyes displaying a mix of surprise and something akin to irritation- a result from catching him off guard.

“Darling,” he says softly, quietly enough that you barely catch the loving nickname slipping past his chapped lips. “Did you eat?” he asks, brushing the dirt off his hands on his slacks. You engulf his torso in a warm hug, immediately comforted by the familiar faint scent of his cologne and whatever cleaning supply he used in his lab. He returns the hug gently and Delta looks away immediately, flustered at the sight of his boss being publicly affectionate.

You respond with a muffled mhm, refusing to pull away. “Didn’t eat much but it was something. Omega ‘n Delta helped me bathe. Took something for the pain. Now I’m here,” you summarize, face still smushed against him. He hums in approval, but concern still creases his brows as he uses one of his hands to rub up your back and the other to dry off your hair completely using the towel on your head. Delta murmurs an excuse before leaving the premises, not able to withstand the pda.

“You shouldn’t be out of bed,” he says sternly but softly. “I’m working on something that’ll help you in the long run, it’ll do you good to allow your body to recuperate as much as it can. Have you been sleeping alright?”

You slump against him. Of course he’d notice how tired you were even if he couldn’t see your face.

“...No,” you mumble. He doesn’t respond, but you feel his head moving as he looks around his workspace, seemingly looking for something. He lets out a quiet aha when he does and he brings his arms down to your shoulders to push you away.

“I have something you can take to help you sleep. You shouldn’t feel nauseous nor dizzy when you take it as well,” Dottore says, immediately talking about the possible complications before you can even open your mouth to refuse his offer. “I tested it out myself,” he adds, lips curling into a small smile when he sees your face change from a pout to bewilderment.

“You? The great Dottore, ex-scholar of the Akademiya, willingly taking medication to make him sleep? You never get rest, and you expect me to believe you when you talk about sleeping medication?” you say with an amused scoff. Dottore raises a brow at your teasing but doesn’t comment on it, instead he chooses to brush his pointer finger’s knuckle beneath your eyes.

“You should believe me because I never get rest, my love,” he says fondly. “And because your dark circles are so prominent, I could probably see them from the other side of the laboratory.” he adds. You huff but lean into his touch, eyes drooping from the burst of energy catching up on your body. You hear him chuckle under his breath as he shifts his body to grab the medication in question and a syringe with a sterilized needle, preparing the equipment to administer it to you.

“If you get an adequate amount of rest, I’ll take two days off work to take care of you properly. How does that sound?” he asks lightly, flicking the syringe to let out any air bubbles out. You look away with furrowed brows and roll your eyes, but still give him your arm.

“Now you’re just trying to bait me,” you say, looking at him from the corner of your eyes. He shrugs, not arguing with your accusation because you were technically right. When he’s done with the syringe you feel his arms wrap around you, the warmth of his body making you sigh pleasantly.

You can’t tell what it is that makes your body grow so incredibly tired so suddenly; if it was the medication, the strain on your body or if it was because you just felt that comfortable in Dottore’s arms, but you didn’t really care. As you felt Dottore move you to one of his couches, you reach out to grab onto his sleeve to keep him nearby.

He complies, crouching to be at your level as you crack your eyes open to look at him. You murmur a quiet love you and shut your eyes contentedly, smiling softly once you feel his lips make contact with your forehead as you hear him clearly say I love you too back.

#୧ ‧₊˚orderup!#dottore x reader #dottore x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #dottore x fem!reader #dottore x afab reader #il dottore x you #il dottore x reader #uuauaoaoaoghghhh i love soft dottore #IM WRITING THE ASKS IN MY INBOX I SWEAR

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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OMG NAVYYY HII HOW ARE YA😭😭😭 ever since i watched seb's scene in ghosted ive been so... well... there's no way to say this diplomatically but anyways it got me thinking- you know god spends a lot of time waiting.. for his targets or sum shit.. he must get... bored(wink wink) ya know??? so maybe sometimes his gf comes along with him.. to keep him company.. in that car😏😏😏 and i dont think i need to say anything else you can work ur magic✨✨✨

ANYWAYS BYE LOVE YOU ❤️

Not too bad, nonnie! Hope you're well and hope you enjoy this.

Gentle Sin

Pairing: God the Bounty Hunter x Female Reader Summary: You keep God company. Word Count: Over 1.05k Warnings: S/mut, c/ockwarming, p/ossessive behavior, talk of v/iolence, God the Bounty Hunter (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Um. This was unexpected! Happy Sinday, lovelies? 🔥 Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. ❤️ Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It wasn't unusual for God to hide in vehicles or other places to track and collect whatever criminal or individual he was responsible for. The private agent possessed a certain level of patience suited for his job. It didn't mean he always enjoyed waiting, even when the payoff was more than enough. Which is why you were only half surprised when you got a message to meet him in the back of some random car.

"Come keep my cock warm, Angel."

It wasn't a suggestion and his demands weren't something for you to ignore.

"You know one of the things I love about you? You act as if this isn't where you belong, but your pussy knows exactly who she belongs to."

Fucking traitor.

You breathed in and out slowly through your nose as two of his fingers slid across your tongue. He hardly spoke a word when you showed up in the darkened parking lot, both of you careful not to draw too much attention to yourselves as you shuffled around in the backseat. He didn't have to tell you to lose the panties. They were gone the moment he reached out.

"Did you know there are two main reasons why it's painful for people to wait for things?" he asked, changing the subject.

Loves the sound of his own voice.

"Mmm," you replied, unable to say anything with his fingers pushing deeper into your mouth. What would he do if you bit them? You could figure that out another day.

"One reason is the unknown. They don't know what's coming and they can't stand it," he said, rolling his hips beneath you. Your warm pussy didn't seem to distract him from his mission, the gun in his other hand ready for him to use. "The other is dealing with something they don't want to deal with in the first place."

You moaned when he brought his mouth to your neck and dragged it along your skin, the light scratch from scruff bringing goosebumps to the surface. Every sound you made, every clench of your wet walls fueled his ego. The sin he carved into you was gentle in comparison to the wrath you knew he unleashed on others.

You were special in his eyes.

"You think you know what's coming, Angel, but I have a surprise for you," he said as he removed his fingers.

"And what's that?" you asked, wondering if he planned on using his ring tonight. "Me coming on your cock and you coming inside me? Not much of a surprise."

Was it too much to admit you loved how he filled you to the brim? That you craved when he spilled hot and thick inside you and claimed every inch of you as his? But you carried power, too. Your cunt did wonders on this man and it was a weapon you enjoyed wielding.

He brought his wet fingers under your skirt with a grunt, seeking out your clit with an expert touch. You didn't have to see the smirk on his face when you arched your back to know it was there. It was a look engraved in your mind the moment he made you his. "That's not the unknown. We already knew the night would end like that because I always get you off."

Cocky bastard. I get you off, too.

"Then what is it?" you asked, whimpering as he teased your bundle of nerves. Your essence soaked the curls as the base of his cock at this point as he tapped the glass with the gun.

"Your ex-boyfriend skipped bail," he answered, his voice softer and deeper than before. "I don't have to tell you his name and I better not hear you say it."

You managed not to shriek when he pinched your clit, a ripple of pleasured pain causing your toes to curl. You knew exactly who he was talking about and it was one of the reasons he was your ex. Funnily enough you'd end up with someone who is both worse and better. "God, is that why you wanted me here?"

He had no lesson to teach you because you did nothing wrong.

"Partially why. You'll worship no one else before me and I want you to remember that," he said, tapping the glass again like he wasn't playing you like a finely tuned instrument. You wanted to point out you didn't even know the bounty hunter when you dated your ex, but you bit your tongue. "And I have to wonder if I'll shoot my load into you before or after I shoot him."

Was he going to kill him for merely skipping bail? Wasn't he supposed to bring him in alive? Why did the thought scare you and turn you on?

You gripped his arm for purchase when your body began to shake. During one of his ramblings to you, he mentioned he attuned his senses to everything around him. The orgasms he pulled from you proved that and you understood where some of his confidence came from at least. He also knew how to keep you on the edge without sending you over.

God, just let me finish.

"My beautiful, wet angel. Does that get you off? Knowing I want to shoot someone just because they touched you?" he lightly taunted, pressing an affectionate kiss against your shoulder. "Wasn't the tune you sang when I shot your partner, but I changed that, didn't I?"

"Don't talk about him," you snapped.

"Still sore about me doing my job?"

You shut your mouth. You couldn't fault him for that, but it was bad enough you willingly slept with the guy who killed your partner. Would good sex ease your guilty conscience?

"Well, your ex has no idea what's going to happen and he doesn't want to face his crimes. Too fucking bad," he said, pulling his fingers away as you teetered on the edge. "And I want him to see what it's like for a god to take you apart. I want him to see you're mine now. Then I'll take him in. After shooting him for good measure."

He shoved his fingers back in your mouth before you could respond.

"That's it. Taste your sin on my fingers. Plenty more where that came from before the night is through."

I couldn't help myself! Love and thanks for reading. 💙

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#navybrat writes #god the bounty hunter x reader #god the bounty hunter x female reader #god the bounty hunter x you #god the bounty hunter x y/n #god the bounty hunter #god the bounty hunter fanfiction #god the bounty hunter imagine #ghosted spoilers #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan x you #god and his angel

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swiftispunk · 4 months

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I need to get something off my chest, I hope it’s alright if I do it here. And I thought maybe you would be able to help.

I haven’t been around the Pedro fandom for long. The show had already begun when I became interested and my blog here is even more recent so to say that I missed the action would be an understatement.

But I really try to talk to people, i interact with writers, artists around here because how else am i supposed to find friends if I don’t actually reach out to others?

The problem is, it feels like everyone already has their friends, their own circle here and I don’t feel like there is much space for anyone else.

I know a lot of it has to do with my own issues (i have terrible anxiety, my social skills are probably not the best and this time of year isn’t the easiest) but I can see the difference between people interacting together and when I interact with the same people. I feel like I’m forcing something or acting as if we were friends when we’re not.

I really want my experience in the fandom to go well, everyone seems lovely. But it sorta feels like being at a party, looking at others having fun and standing in the corner alone.

So I don’t really know. Because I don’t know what else I could do? And I try not to focus on it too much but I guess it’s hitting me harder today 😕

hi sweet non, you sent this a little while ago and i apologize for not responding sooner. for no particular reason at all, i thought it might finally be a good time to for me to answer this.

first off, i think it's amazing you take the time to reach out to fic writers and artists. just speaking for myself, there aren't enough words to express how much that means and i can promise you that every writer or artist you've reached out to holds you close to their hearts whether you know it or not.

second of all, i don't think you're alone in this experience you're describing. this fandom has grown exponentially even since i joined back in february, and the more it's grown, the more factions have arisen.

i don't think this is a bad thing, per se. with the scope and spectrum of pedro's characters and the mini fandoms that exist within those spaces, it's inevitable that smaller circles will come up where folks can interact with like-minded fans who are really into triple frontier or really into dbf!joel or really into calling dave york daddy.

when i stepped into this space, there were established writers and established friendships, and navigating that at first was honestly a bit confusing. following every suggested blog i could follow just to situate myself, eventually learning who i vibed with and who i didn't.

it actually took several months for me to settle into my current close friend group, but i like to think i've made lots of friends along the way, some i still talk to every day, and some i only talk to once a month. all of whom i adore and respect and support.

too often i think friend groups (which are normal to have) get mistaken for cliques (which implies exclusion and superiority). at least for me, although i do have some pre-established friendships and a small group of close moots, i would never actively turn away new friends or new connections. and i would hope that any other users with established friend groups would agree with me on that.

if you want my practical advice, nonnie, the space sisters discord is an amazing server which represents so many communities in this fandom. it's open to anyone over the age of 18 and a wonderful way to meet people. i'd definitely consider joining, if you're not already in there.

at the end of the day, there is space for everyone here, i really believe that. i want you to feel like you have a home and a community in this fandom, because you do. DM me any time, never stop reaching out to your favourite writers and artists, or simply DM a mutual about that picture of pedro they reblogged and freak out over it together. you are not forcing anything when you do those things because that is why we are all here. that is doing fandom. just by being here, you are part of it. and i'm sorry if you've been made to feel otherwise.

but, as i've already said, you are not alone. i am certain someone will see this post and feel seen. but please know you have not missed the action; new fans are still cropping up here daily. maybe they're also still looking for friends or feel like an outsider. maybe they'll comment below and that'll be how you'll find each other.

ultimately, i want you to know you are loved and you are welcome and i am so glad you're here.

#ask #anon #tw discourse #(kind of but not really)

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futurecorps3 · 1 year

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okay but imagine meeting nikolai at a masquerade ball :00

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Summary: A pleasant surprise in the masquerade's ball. Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x fem!reader Warnings: None I think!! Word Count: 1.4K Requested: Yes

A/N: THE ROMANCE THAT MASQUERADES CARRY HAS ME ON A CHOKEHOLD SINCE I SAW THIS REQUEST TYSM NONNIE! hope u like it and don't mind it's a bit short. <3

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The corset was far too tight. She didn't get to wear her favorite color. The heels were killing her. More than two men had already approached her with terrible openers and she just wanted to go home. Y/N was really trying not to be selfish. She truly was; this night was very special for her father, as the masquerade ball was the first royal event her family could attend.

After years of bad luck with her parents' work, somehow, with savings and a recent escalade of people needing construction materials from all over the continent, they developed a small fortune into a big family-owned business that produced lots of money, meaning they went from being a middle-class family in Os Alta to making business with nobles on behalf of the king.

Word got around, and long-story short, his youngest daughter was forced to attend this ball with her parents. Looking around the room, there was no way they fit in here, but it was a dream of her father's, so she opted to get a tad tipsy with champagne and dance a little before she could go home. The room smelt like booze, expensive perfume, and laughter could be heard from every corner.

What did they find so amusing? From her point of view, the things she now had to get used to were pointless, boring and merely there to make positive appearances with the royal family, who wouldn't bat an eye at them, scarcely noticing their attempts. The girl sighed, watching some other boy in a fancy suit and golden mask approach her from the front, ready to reject him "nicely" as her father had suggested.

Then, a voice.

"This is all incredibly stupid." Simple.

Y/N turned around, finding a blonde head of hair with a blue mask staring at her. He was sporting a uniform like jacket with some medals over it and golden details all over... a general's son, surely. She wasn't sure if he was speaking to her or just wondering out loud since he was sweaty and short of breath, probably from dancing. However, he seemed to have read her mind, and that was enough to start a conversation.

"It is, people trying to impress people who won't even look at them directly in the eye." She chuckled, sinking into her glass of champagne, to which the boy gave a surprised stare. "You seem to have it against the royal family". Oh no. This was in no way a good start, or the setting to voice her complaints about the general injustice lived in her country.

"No! Not at all! I just-" "It's okay. I get it. They think they're too good for anyone, even though all these people are the backbone of their country, not the institution they represent. Ravka would be nothing without its people". A sigh of relief. Did this mystery man get it? He surely wasn't poor or looked like he could care less about social injustice and unfair judgments.

"How would you know?" She questioned, and he was amused, very amused. "Well, let's say I've done my own research over this land, contrary to my family's wishes". His family's wishes? Military men and women came from usually underprivileged areas. Maybe he was the son of some snobbish general who didn't want his precious boy to hang around peasants, but he decided against it.

Suddenly, he enveloped her hand in his, kissing the back of it while looking into her eyes. "Nikolai Lantsov", he introduced himself, lowering it back next to a seemingly limp body.

Oh.

People said he'd show up, but no one really believed it after many failed reunions who promised the prince's attendance. She should bow, her mom told her that she should if she ran into some member of the royal family. Her body reacted to her thoughts, grabbing a fistful of fabric around her and bending her knees in a polite bow. "Moi tsarevich... I'm so sorry, you must know I don't think sorely of our king and queen, it was merely an observation. Apologies".

Nikolai was awfully quiet. Y/N's head was down and all she could see were his shoes and people passing by. Then he laughed. He laughed. "Come on, dear, get up" he offered her his hand and stood straight once again, red in her cheeks. "First of all, call me Nikolai-" "Y/N" "-call me Nikolai, Y/N. Second, no need to apologize as I do think sorely of my family's ruling over the country. And third, that's not how I wanted to make you blush so please calm down, it's okay".

How could that ever be okay? Yes, the younger prince was greatly known for having major discrepancies with his parents and the model of government that was being followed, but it was only okay if HE said it. Not some random girl who just showed up and ran her mouth over the literal king and queen of her nation. She always found a way of fucking up.

"I always talk too much, I'm really sorry moi tsa-" "Nikolai". It felt wrong in her mouth, to be on first-name terms with such an important figure. She said it anyway, that charming smile of his making her weak on the knees and forgetting any kind of stupid hierarchy she was supposed to follow. "Nikolai".

"Why do you assume that's a bad thing?" he said, taking two glasses of whiskey from a waiter who was passing by, downing one and giving her the other "Hm?". She didn't quite hear the question, too focused on how his hands looked with so many pretty rings to the way his eyebrows furrowed briefly at the burning liquid. "Why do you assume talking too much is a bad thing?"

Well, that was new. This entire exchange was, really.

"Well I-" no words. She didn't know. He laughed. "You've been told it is, and I think it to be awfully human, therefore awfully lovely. We like being heard, and there is no reason why we shouldn't be". Another blush crept up her cheeks. Was he always like this? Y/N found, years later, that he had a certain fixation on questioning anything and everything around him.

He questioned limits, pre-impossed ideas, authority, words and virtually anything those beautiful blue eyes laid. Nikolai was that kind of special you find once in your life. "Do you uhm... want to get out of here?" she spat, not really thinking anymore. She wanted more of that. Whatever spell his charm casted upon her was doing wonders. "To where, exactly, darling?" he said, raising his left eyebrow slightly.

Teasingly.

"No, no! By no means am I suggesting something of such nature... I just want to talk to you" "We already are, love" "I'm aware, love. I mean, away from the noise and all these creepily masked people". Silence for a tiny moment. Then he offered his arm out to her, placing the glass he was holding previously on a table and directing his new acquaintance to the back exit.

When they got to the garden, the moon was up and she was the only witness to such an enchanting night for the young prince and the girl. At the time, their lifes didn't fit at all. Two opposites. But oh did their souls knew how to dance. Nikolai found himself at peace, away from the facade he kept around and the appearances to be kept long forgotten as he laughed with Y/N.

"You talk like a book," he said, smiling as they sat near one of the many fountains. You could hear the water streaming down cobblestones and some noises coming from the bushes, the noise from the party becoming merely a background behind their chat. Y/n couldn't help but laugh. "What is that supposed to mean?". Their thighs were touching and she could feel Nikolai tense up a little.

"You do! There are some... things you say that seem taken out of a poetry book." "Like what?" Her cheeks warmed at that, waiting eagerly for an answer to one of the most creative observations someone had made about her. "You said that if love isn't passionate and extraordinary, then it's a waste of time because there are too many mediocre things in life and love shouldn't be one of them" "It's just what I think" she shyly replied, fidgeting with her mask, long gone since they started their walk.

"Then that pretty little mind of yours must be a thrill to discover" "Would you?" "What?" "Like to discover it" "I'd love to, dear" Nikolai smiled sweetly, blue orbs swimming in hers. It was the night the fox found shelter. The night they fell in love.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #nikolai lantsov fluff #nikolai lantsov ff #nikolai lantsov imagines #nikolai lantsov smut #nikolai lantsov #paddy gibson #paddy gibson x reader #shadow and bone season 2 #shadow and bone imagines #shadow and bone imagine

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uchihaharlot · 3 months

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I didn't mean to break their hearts, I was just curious, srry!😭😭 (but Itachi's one was kinda funny-)

But anyway, now I'm wondering about how they would react if they found out that you can draw really cool and beautiful.

(I'm an artist, so😎)

Nonny 🥹🥹

That put me in an really good mood; lol. That was way too fun to write; maybe I can one day write a super angsty break up (but I love them too much!!!).

I love all artists 😭😭😭 Painters, writers — digital or paper. Anything that expresses the inner workings of someone’s mind and the fact that they can manifest it to reality is so so so beautiful. I hope I’ve secretly seen your art, I’d probably simp over it. Always simp over art. 😂😂🥹🥹

N/SFW; very cute Uchiha men adoring your artwork! 🥹🥹🥹 (ooc Madara??); Simpy Obito; …Scandalous Shisui; abnormally observant Itachi 😂 suggestive themes rolled out the further I got. For some reason, I just had to. (P.s. I should not be allowed to write when tired??? Half of this was done while my eyes rolled shut in bed).

Madara:

It’s not everyday that Madara is blown like a leaf in the wind. When you mentioned being a patron of the arts, he thought maybe the art of battle?? Didn’t expect your weapon to be a paint brush with some acrylic paint. Thought it was some weird jutsu infused shit.

And then you just had to go above and beyond and do a portrait of him for his birthday!!!!! It’s hung on the living room center wall so that it’s the first thing anyone sees! Honestly, this man is a brute, but your art envokes his softer side! A side that he hasn’t been in touch with for…well, a long time.

Makes sure that everyone and I mean, everyone, is aware of your talent! Still, he tries to find the side hussle in it, soliciting customers for you and all. 😭😭 Will trash talk the chalk art children make on the sidewalk, which ‘…that’s not nice, they’re children..’ you say. He shrugs, nobody is as good as you.

Obito:

Finds out and tries to ‘secretly’ commission you lmao. Makes it totally obvious too, his handwriting is shit and eveeeerrryyyyone knows who Tobi really is…. Plus how can you even begin without discussing what he wants done!! Duh, Obito! Unfortunately for him, you are more interested in drawing matters of the flesh. He’ll only show his chest, nothing more.

‘That’s fine.’ You shrug, and get to work. Obito, however, does not have the resolve to sit still! It’s frustrating to no end, but alas, after what seems an eternity— its done. Sort of. Still much to add, but the basics are there and you’ll work better when he’s not asking how does it look every twenty minutes.

Eventually you do finish this beautiful piece of him, and Obito cries. You made his scars tolerable and beautiful with your mind’s creativity, he feels less self conscious about them, only a little.

Shisui:

Is the least normal about it when he discovered your sketchbook — more like snatched and played keep away. Had to fight him for it, literally. Will ask you to paint/draw him naked…many times lol and you respectfully say no... Not that he likes people to see him naked (ok maybe a little?) but he secretly hopes it might happen one day. It would be a private thing for the two of you, cause he wants that ass.

And when you do cave to his whim, just to satiate him. He’s nervous lmao. Had this oh so macho man idea of rocking a hard on but Shisui simply maintains his usual semi. It’s nice though, you make sure it’s extremely detailed..as he asked for.

But, ‘(y/n)… this is chibbi!!!’ Lol, jokes on Shisui!! He didn’t say how to draw his pp.

Itachi:

Is the most normal about it. Though he still will praise you every time you finish a piece and show him, he is still massively impressed. How does your wrist not get tired? …maybe this is why your hand jobs are so good. 😈 Just watching you try a new technique (pointillism, which is my favorite style) makes his wrist hurt. Enjoys when you ask him for ideas! He has lots of them! Mostly…obscure and derelict landscapes though.

Would not be opposed to having his portrait done, but it’s really not his style. He is disciplined enough to sit still but doesn’t see the value in it. Not until the final product is revealed, does he truly understand how important this piece was. You’ve captured his personality in a new light.

#madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #itachi headcanons #madara x reader #obito x reader #shisui x reader #itachi x reader #madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #uchiha clan #uchiha family #uchiha headcanons

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ugh-yoongi · 9 months

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omg i have an idea but i am not a writer so it's been sitting in my notes with the rest of them 😭 but i'm feeling a little angsty so here goes.

i don't want to make this too long and detailed so i've tried to sum up it: reader has been in love with hobi, hobi just broke up with his partner that mistreated him, hesitant to "make reader his rebound" after it's suggested but it happens anyway. also, since you're not completely comfortable with writing smut, i was thinking this could be the after math of that? hobi doesn't want reader to think that they don't mean anything to him but also doesn't want to give false hope, so he just cleans up and then says goodnight. reader is obviously so hurt by this but they don't say anything. they didn't expect him to cuddle them to sleep but it still pains them to know that he won't feel the same. reader is stuck in an unrequited love relationship. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

ooh, you really have something here, nonnie. i was SO excited to receive this request. tysm for sending it! i took some liberties with it but i hope you enjoy anyway. <3

we're celebrating jess's birthday! hobi hours are: OPEN.

it’s different, it’s always the same

pairing: hoseok x reader genre: friends to fwb, unrequited love au; smut-ish, angst warnings: swearing, mentions of sex and sexual activities, reader is a little delulu but it’s hobi can you rly blame them, no pronouns or gendered terms used. rating: explicit; minors dni wordcount: 1k listen to: post malone - chemical; muna - so special; summer walker - no love; saint jhn - selfish; ari abdul - babydoll (speed)

All along, you’ve known exactly what it is: Hobi will commit, just not to you.

Not in the way you want, anyway.

Because he’ll commit to seeing you twice a week. He’ll commit to that roguish charm he has—all spun gold when you greet him at the door and then no-nonsense and intentional when he toes off his shoes and places them neatly in the rack. He’ll commit to the way he always grabs at your hips, the way his lips always go to your neck first, the way he pulls and tugs at your clothes as he walks you backwards down the hallway and to your room.

He’ll commit to spontaneity, too, sometimes. He’ll commit to dropping to his knees in the entryway and getting you off with his mouth before you’ve even muttered a hello. He’ll commit to impatience and fuck you on the couch, the kitchen counter, against the wall.

But there are things that never, ever change.

The survival instincts you’d mistaken as quirks.

The way he undresses slowly, folds his clothes with crisp lines, places the pile atop your dresser. Not meticulous, just easier when he redresses. Doesn’t want his shirts wrinkled and creased when he leaves and inevitably goes and sees someone else. Spends time in some other place.

The way he’ll kiss every inch of your skin and never your lips. The way you’d thought it was because he was still scarred, not used to kissing someone else. Not after spending so much time only kissing the same person. And you’d tried, once. And Hoseok had been kind about it, a hushed little I don’t think that’s a good idea, but the humiliation had still stung. Still does.

The way you can open your text thread and see exactly how he feels about you.

You’d known Hoseok before all of this. Had loved him in a different way back then. You love him now, too, but it’s just… different. Got too complicated and the love mutated. Became something you could no longer recognize the more everything spiraled out of control.

“You know what this is,” he always says, like he’s begging you to understand, wordlessly asking you to figure out how to be okay with it. Begging you not to make him a villain.

“I know,” you always respond, because you do understand, but there’s a part of you that wants to hurt yourself because you can’t bring yourself to hurt him.

Hoseok isn’t a villain, you’ve just forgotten how to tread water.

Hoseok isn’t a villain, you’d just deluded yourself into thinking this time would be different.

It isn’t, though. Hoseok still texted you the same two words. Still wore the same smile when he turned up outside your door. Still toed his shoes off and put them in his spot in the rack. Still laughed as he fed you some greasy line and pulled your t-shirt over your head. Still fitted his hands to the curves of your hips, his mouth to the column of your throat. Still draped his body over yours like he was trying to make a home of it, and there had been a second, maybe a minute, in which you’d thought—

Because it feels different this time.

It’s wicked, how easily you sink into the delusion. How you so badly want it to be true that you’ll grab onto any tendril of hope, no matter how frayed; that you’ll assign meaning to all of these meaningless things.

Because the way Hobi usually fucks you is not the way he’s fucking you now. This time it’s slow, gentle. Hoseok’s fucking you like he’s trying to prove a point, and you decide this is the delta, this is where everything changes. You think Hoseok is telling you in this unspoken way that this can be and is something more, that he’s been burned and scarred but has found something new in you. That all those things he said before—this is all I can offer, and you deserve to be more than someone’s rebound—had been out of an abundance of caution rather than rooted in truth.

Hoseok comes with your name on his tongue, and it’s so, so easy to pretend.

And you want it to be true so, so bad that the words come unbidden.

“Do you want to stay?”

He hears the hope in your voice, and it’s sobering to watch the way his face distorts in anguish; the way he mentally tabulates all the ways he’ll have to let you down. And you think there might be some hurt there, too, that you hadn’t taken him seriously. That he has to have all those same conversations again.

Another stark reminder of all the ways things have changed. Hoseok, your friend, wouldn’t feel that hurt. Hoseok, the guy you’re sleeping with who has made a point to always keep the lines parallel, does.

What you thought had been a calculated risk wound up being the beginning of the end.

So you say, “Never mind,” and try to play it off as post-orgasm haze. Throw in a soft giggle to really sell it.

Hoseok, your friend, would’ve called you on it.

Hoseok, the guy you’re sleeping with, is smart enough to know an out when he sees one.

He walks over to the dresser. Unfolds each item stacked upon it one at a time. Steps into his baggy jeans. Slips an oversized, expensive sweater over his head. Makes sure he’s got his phone and wallet and then the two of you are at your door. You watch as he slips on his shoes and slips out the door.

You wonder if it’s the last time.

You’re surprised when he texts you a few days later, but maybe you shouldn’t be.

After all, you’ve always known exactly what it is.

#hoseok x reader #hobi x reader #jhope x reader #bts x reader #hoseok smut #hoseok imagine #bts smut #bts imagines #hoseok fanfic #hobi fanfic #jhope fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts fic #fic: jess drabbles

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ranaiki · 2 years

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i saw u wanted requests...

how about a little domestic fluff with some genshin men? How do u think they wake u up in the morning??

(i'm thinkin like, ayato, zhongli, tartaglia... however many of the men you're okay with doing!)

ah hello nonnie! Tysm for sending something in I really appreciate it, this'll be the perfect warmup before I work on more chapters today. I included more of the genshin men than you suggested hehe...

I didn't proof read this or anything, just whipped it out to get me warmed up <3

included characters: Childe, Thoma, Kazuha, Ayato, Kaeya, Zhongli, Albedo, Heizou.

warnings: entirely fluffy, but kinda suggestive in Kaeya's part. Not anything to warn about.

Childe

wakes up wayyy before you do. He's up at the crack of dawn, either to go take care of business, visit a coworker, or train. Either way, it's far earlier than you'd prefer to be up.

So instead of waking you, he tucks the sheets a little closer to your sleeping figure, and presses a little kiss against your forehead.

Sometimes you stir, and wake for long enough to wrap him in a tight hug, other times you only softly sigh and cuddle further into the warmth of your bed.

By the time you do finally rise, the bed has turned cold and Childe is long gone, but it's no matter, because when you walk into your kitchen, there's always a little note on the counter with a good morning message and a doodle.

Thoma

ughhh he's the most husband material ever istg.

He doesn't wake up quite as early as Childe. At least, it's late enough to where your days start around the same time, though Thoma is always up before you, no matter what.

He makes it a mission that you don't have to be woken by an alarm, getting up on his own so he can take it upon himself to rouse you as gently as possible.

Each morning is full of gentle strokes along exposed skin, and his warm chest pressed up against yours as he pulls you close and presses a kiss into your hair.

He whispers sweet words, good mornings and I love you's, staying put until he's satisfied that you're awake, before he finally gets out of bed, and goes to the kitchen to make the both of you cups of hot tea.

Kazuha

am I in love with this man? I'm in love with this man. For those of you who don't know, Kazuha is forever and always my number one AND FOR GOOD REASON.

The pair of you travel together, so it's rare that you sleep in an actual bed. Sometimes you rest beneath trees in Liyue, or on the deck of Beidou's ship.

But it's no matter, because anywhere is comfortable when he's by your side.

And when he wakes you up in the morning?

He rouses you once the sunrise is starting to fade away, just before the rest of the world begins to stir. He likes spending that brief window of silence with you.

Each morning you're woken by a soft kiss against your lips, and his hand tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

He's so soft, smiling down at you with the sun framing his face, grilled fish ready for breakfast and piping hot at your side.

And you two sit together, slowly adjusting to morning, as you eat and watch the surrounding nature, nestled into each other's sides.

Ayato

hehe I love him, but it's kinda funny to think about what it would really be like, considering his status and all.

He'd wake up early, and wake you with him. It's terribly lonely, leaving the bed with you still asleep, so he presses his nose into the crook of your neck and holds you tight, waking you up in the process.

You don't mind, of course. Being woken like that is quite pleasant, not to mention you enjoy seeing Ayato before he goes to work.

He's clingy in the mornings, holding on tight as a servant of the Kamisato household brings in breakfast for the two of you to share.

And you'll indulge in the meal, getting ready for the day with him glued to your side the whole time. You think its cute, the way the elegant Kamisato Ayato holds onto you and blows you kisses even as he disappears around the doorframe.

Kaeya

he has a little more... energy in the mornings than the other genshin men do.

As soon as he wakes, he'll roll over in bed to find you, grabbing you by the waist and tugging you in close. He loves feeling your warmth, and being wrapped up in your smell first thing in the morning.

That alone is enough to stir you from your slumber, but you're still drifting in and out even as he nudges his nose along the column of your neck, breath tickling the sensitive skin.

You feel it as he pulls himself impossibly closer, hands straying from their spots on your hips.

And you're fully awake by the time you feel him prying your legs apart, sultry words filtering through your head.

A bit too much to process in the morning but oh so good.

Zhongli

a sweetheart in the morning.

Much like Thoma, he wakes you with a cup of tea.

Only he's been up for a long while before you, and he only returns to your bedroom to gently rub his hand along your back, and pass the steaming cup into your hands.

It's a little morning routine you share.

Zhongli sits on the edge of the bed, talking with you as you slowly wake. Most of the time, you barely respond, but he doesn't mind.

Getting to see your pretty face, and the way you smile so softly at him, is more than enough of a treat.

Albedo

as much as I love him, I don't think he'd be the best at the classic good morning wake ups.

You'd wake up to the bed already empty and cold, the sheets on his side ruffled from use.

Who knows how long he has been gone.

So you get up and get ready on your own, making breakfast that you pack into a little bag, and then you set off for his lab.

It's not too far of a walk from your residence. You and Albedo moved to Dragonspine (much to your dismay at the time, but you've grown to love it) so he could better access his research and still see you.

And he's there, every morning, hunched over his tables and papers, muttering to himself or concentrating so hard on mixing ingredients that he hardly notices you come in.

But when he finally does, you see the way his eyes light up, and he stops what he's doing to greet you with a hug, pulling you in close and saying his good mornings.

You share your breakfast together, talking, or sitting in a comfortable silence.

It's a little different than what most are used to, but its inherently him, and for that, you love it with all your heart.

Heizou

a clingy baby.

He doesn't even have to pull you in when he wakes up, because the pair of you are already tangled together.

Heizou does not let go of you when you're cuddling at night.

He wakes you by hugging you impossibly tighter, and you welcome him into your arms.

You spend at least an hour cuddling with him in the mornings. If you try to move, he whines and complains at you.

Eventually, you have to remind him that he must get up so he can go to the agency, that its getting close to his clock-in. He still complains each time, so you pry yourself away from his grasp, and drag him along with you to get ready.

Like I said, clingy.

You often have to help him put on his clothes, because if you don't, he'd probably not get ready for work and stay in bed with you all day.

By the time you finally get him going out the door, he's blowing a thousand kisses goodbye, promising he'll see you soon, and whining about how he'll miss you.

It's endearing, honestly.

Your clingy detective bf <3

#genshin impact #albedo x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #kaeya x reader #kazuha x reader #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #zhongli x reader #heizou x reader #sunnyspeaks #request

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azurelyy · 2 years

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Hi, how are you doing?

I saw that your requests are open and I have an idea for a NSFW fic:

The reader teases her still „friend“ Kakashi just to see how far she can go (because this man has self control) but doesn’t expect all of this to escalate. (How? Idk there are too many options to choose rn lol)

I kind of thought this would be a cute friends with feelings but oh well haha- this man makes me loose all my self control

I hope this is okay, please delete this if it made you uncomfortable etc.

Have a lovely day cutie ;)

Hi, sweet Nonnie! Sorry this took me awhile to get to. My event took more stamina out of me than anticipated!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and that I didn't go too overboard... 😬.

Title: Mine 🍋

Words: 3.8k

Ship: Kakashi x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 'Daddy' kink, "good girl", bondage, light BDSM, loss of control, unprotected sex, 696969, cookie monster!Kakashi, hand job, fingering, softdom! Kakashi, choking

You were certain that he had set your skin on fire. You winced as you kicked your legs, trying your best to writhe from the silk tie wrapped around your wrists, but Kakashi hadn’t left you any quarter - the binding was tight and, for all intents and purposes, permanent. At least for now.

“Finally done?” He asked, his velvet voice choking you more than his hand wrapped around your throat. You muffled something into the ball gag as you whipped your head over to where you thought he was, the blindfold hiking up your face slightly and allowing you to see a sliver of the room. Your eyes landed on Kakashi’s legs and you bumped your knee into his as your body fell limply into his lap.

His hands twisted throughout the back of your head and you felt the pressure of the gag lift away. You choked gently as his finger traced the curve of your spine.

“There’s no way you’ve ever used this stuff.” You felt heat rise to your cheeks at the thought of Kakashi tying up innocent women, something he most definitely has done. Asking to see his collection was one thing - actually fucking him? That was something completely different.

Not that you’d say no.

He hummed and removed the blindfold swiftly. You locked onto his onyx eyes and smiled when you saw just how red his cheeks were. “I can neither confirm nor deny your statement,” was his only response. Your stomach boiled with envy as he freed your wrists and you pushed yourself down into his lap, resting your head onto his thigh. His pants were tenting with his arousal and your mouth grew wet at the sight.

“You can tell me, you know,” you teased, gently tracing up his clothed erection with your index finger. “Isn’t that what friends are for?”

This bet had gone on far too long. It started out innocently enough, Yamato suggesting that you try and get Kakashi to break. It was obvious to anyone with a pulse that the two of you were into each other - hell, even you and Kakashi knew you were into each other - but he was the type of person who never let his emotions get the better of him. Now that he was the Hokage, it was even harder to hang out with him, and you knew getting him to crack was going to be the hardest mission of your life.

It started small. Lingering touches, light kisses to the cheek and ears, breathing down his neck every time he hugged you. It got even worse when Kakashi caught on to your tricks and started doing some teasing of his own. His hands roamed further down your back, resting on your ass, his teeth grazed across your jaw when you were alone in his office. Every touch was magnetic and electric, killing you slowly.

He smirked down at you. “Friends?”

“Yeah, isn’t that what we are?”

He kept his eyes glued to your face as he put a thoughtful finger to his lips and pondered the question for a heartbeat. “No, I don’t think so.”

Your hand jerked away from him as you sat up, surprised at how hurt you were. What the fuck? As if sensing your anger, Kakashi gripped onto your wrist with the pressure of trickling water, delicate and light.

“What I mean is, do friends do this with other friends?” He gestured to his cock and the sex toys that were strewn about the room as he raised a brow at you.

“I-” Your voice was tied to your throat. You swallowed down the soot that had collected in your mouth as you whispered, “I guess not.”

His hand moved from your wrist to interlock his fingers with yours as he leaned in, his face dangerously close, crossing the imaginary friendship boundary line. The two of you had been this close before, from the countless teasing sessions over the past few months, but this time felt different. Instead of sparks between you, there was gasoline, and Kakashi held the match.

“You’re smarter than that,” his voice had a magnetism in it, drawing you closer, your lips ghosting over his. “Friends don’t do this.”

His mouth brushed against yours, too quickly for you to react, before it smoldered down your neck. His teeth nipped at your sensitive skin as goosebumps raised up along your arms and shoulders, cold tingles running down your spine.

Your pussy was throbbing with need as slick rushed between your legs and you swiftly pushed your thighs together, craving the friction Kakashi wasn’t providing to you. As his mouth sucked at your collarbone, every nerve in your body simultaneously popped and you fiercely gripped at his soft hair, sinking your fingernails into his scalp.

Kakashi was teetering on the damnable tightrope of resistance. Your sounds were loud and lewd, causing his cock to twitch in his pants as he moved to assault the skin of your chest with his mouth. Your small fingers danced in his hair, drawing him closer.

He applied more pressure to your body as he rolled you to your back and laid on top of you, licking his way to the skin of your breast. The invisible caution tape that adorned your body was tossed to the wayside as he gently moved his hands under your shirt and stroked your hip bones with his thumbs, hushed curses sparking around the room.

“If that’s the case,” your voice sounded different like this, as his hands roamed up your body and kneaded at your breasts over your bra. Kakashi wanted to hear this voice forever. “Then I don’t want to be your friend, Kakashi.”

His hands twitched as a large shiver ran up the length of his spine, like freezing rain had been injected into his veins. This game the two of you had been playing was sweet torture. A dumb race that had stretched an unbearable distance, his stamina was wearing thin.

He could touch you but not taste you, could watch you fall but not catch you, could be with you but not ruin you. You were his smoking gun, the one thing in this world that had the capability to beat his heart into submission. He tried his best, he gave it all - but in the end, you had won. He conceded.

He groaned and thrust his hips against yours instinctively, catching his head onto your clit as smoke filled his lungs. The match had been lit and he was burning alive with you. Tonight.

“Not friends, got it,” he agreed, leaning back to pull your shirt over your head. “Don’t have time for friends anyway.”

His hands slipped under your back to unhook your bra as you frantically freed him from his pants. His cock bounced against his stomach, already glistening with precum. It was massive.

Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you wrapped your hand around him and stroked down in one, fluid motion. Through barred teeth, he made a strangled sound before he swirled his tongue around your hard nipple. His mouth was heaven against your chest, almost ethereal.

“F-Fuck friends,” you moaned, grazing your thumb across his slit. Your hand was drenched with him, sticky like honey. “Kakashi, you feel so good.”

He trailed his tongue down your chest and stomach, slowly riding to his final destination. He slipped from your grasp and you moved your hands to his hair, dampening the silver strands. The room was spinning around you as he rolled your pants and panties off. Hot breath hit your walls, fanning across your slit; molten hot lava pooled between your legs.

“So pretty…” he murmured, kissing up and down your folds. His timbre was ragged, rumbling from deep within his chest. “You’re soaked.”

He thrust two fingers into your pussy with ease, pushing past the walls of muscle and drenching himself with you. You had never felt so much bliss in your whole life, it was almost painful, in the most sinful way. If there was someone who could make you come from vaginal insertion alone, it was Kakashi Hatake - and he hadn’t even pumped his perfect cock into you yet.

“Oh shit,” you cried, your thighs crashing against his cheeks. “W-Wait.”

“I’ve done enough waiting,” he murmured, placing a kiss on your clit. Your vision went white, his fingers thrusting into you almost breaking you. He was going to devastate you. “Want to taste you, princess.”

“H-Hold on,” you pleaded, pulling him up by his hair. His eyes were filled with fire, deeply burning through the coal black stare. “Let’s taste each other.”

He had no objections to that. He rumbled a string of nonsensical sentences as the two of you maneuvered on the bed, Kakashi laying down on his back while you hovered your cunt above his face and his cock pressed firmly onto your cheek. His breath was freezing from how hot your pussy was, cooling your core temperature with each small blow.

Your body was trembling over him. Kakashi placed his fingers onto your walls, opening you up like a long lost tome. His gasp hit your cunt enthusiastically before he giggled manically, swirling his thumb around inside of you with an expert’s precision. It made you nervous, how much he was admiring you, almost insecure.

You clenched yourself shut and he growled, opening you up again. “Don’t.” was all he said. His tone was sharp and commanding, something you’d only ever heard him direct at enemies in combat. When he used it on you, it made your pussy quiver with anticipation. You felt juice dribble down your inner thighs as he moaned beneath you, and you pictured your slick coating his five o’clock shadow as he dragged his scruff against the skin of your thighs hungrily.

Unable to form sentences, you opted to lick along the curve of his cock, paying special attention to the largest vein on his underside. It seemed to work. His agile tongue licked up the length of your cunt, slowly swirling into crevices that had never been touched before.

A new sound erupted from your chest, a note you were unaware you could even hit. Kakashi groaned yes into you as he licked to the right of your clit, still teasing you even despite the circumstance.

You followed suit, rolling your tongue to the right of his slit and licking under the curve of his head. Your vision was nothing but shooting stars when his tongue moved your clit gently to the left and you wrapped your hand around the base of him that your mouth couldn’t reach as you shoved him down your throat, stuffing your mouth with him.

An orchestra of loud slurping and squeaking of the bed played throughout the room as the two of you devoured each other, rocking your hips with each delicious swirl of your tongues. The air was boiling with tension as your stomach filled with fire.

Your thighs were spasming against his face and all he could smell was you - it drove him mad with ador, made him want to get even further into you, to push himself deeper inside of your sweet mouth. Your lovely teeth gently grazed down the length of his cock and he twitched inside your mouth when he pictured your hollowed cheeks, how your precious eyes were probably leaking tears from the size of him.

“Such a dirty, pretty girl,” he whispered, moving his face down your cunt as his nose brushed your clit. “Want you to come all over my face. Get me soaked.”

You moaned against his cock, his legs trembling beneath you as his muscles tightened. You moved your hand to his loaded balls, squishing them between your fingers as you pulled off him with a loud pop to take in a shaky breath. Kakashi pressed his tongue onto your clit, gently wiggling it back and forth the same way he would your nipple, and his low hum of approval as you clenched your legs tightly around his face is what broke you.

Your orgasm rushed throughout your body, a rush of electricity coursing down between your thighs as hot liquid poured out of you and coated Kakashi’s swift tongue. He slurped your arousal down eagerly, moaning in the most godly way, his entire chest rumbling as the Earth shattered around you.

You lazily twisted your hand around the base of his cock, igniting him with even more pent up passion. He gripped your thighs hungrily and pulled you down as he thrust his hips up. You stretched your lips over his girth, allowing the tang of his salty precum to coat your mouth and throat fully as you gorged yourself on his cock. His cock; Kakashi’s glorious cock.

The thought alone kept your orgasm going as you shoved him deeper inside your throat, circling along every inch of him with your humble tongue, doing what you could to honor him with your mouth. He twitched inside of you and groaned into your cunt as your final waves of pleasure leaked out of you.

He pulled away and gave a gentle grunt of encouragement before he whispered, “I’m gonna come, princess.”

That was all you needed. Your pace quickened and you dove the tip of your tongue into his slit hungrily as your hand continued to work his base and balls simultaneously. The vibrations of the moan that escaped you when Kakashi placed a final kiss to your clit is what spiraled him over the edge.

His toes curled and his nails dug into the skin of your ass as he drained his balls into your mouth, allowing you to drink him in fully. His cock was spasming harshly, white-hot seed coming in quick bursts down your throat. You tried your best to keep up, but it was so much more than you expected that you had to pull back to heavily swallow it down to your stomach as the rest leaked down his thick length and onto his balls.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled through salty lips as his thick liquid coated down your throat. “It was so much.”

Kakashi laughed and released his tight grip on your ass. His breathing was heavy and deep, almost gravelly. You maneuvered to lay on his chest and he kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his strong arms around you, cradling you onto him.

“Come up here,” he pleaded, pushing you up his chest, “Need to finally kiss you.”

Your cheeks heat up when you realized the two of you had completely skipped the initial first kiss and just went straight to fucking each other with your mouths. I guess that’s what years of teasing will do, you mused.

You hovered your lips over his as you rolled your hips up and tangled your hands in his hair. His mouth was completely soaked in your arousal, and you were certain your lips were puffy and red as brick. His dick poked into your thigh and your eyes fluttered shut as he pressed his wet lips onto yours, drinking each other in tandem, sweet and sticky juices coating your teeth and tongues like sacred liquids at a confessional. Your soul spilled out of your body as your heart pounded with the ferocity of a god, and the world completely faded to black.

“Want you inside me,” you moaned, sinking your nails into his scalp. “Want you to tie me up.”

Kakashi hesitated and pulled back, danger in the dark of his eyes, only the faintest hint of storm grey in their depths. “Really?”

You hummed and nosed at the scruff on his chin. “Yes, pretty boy. Gotta put those toys of yours to good use.”

"And besides," you kissed the side of his face to his ear, slowly sinking your teeth into his sensitive skin. "I'm on the pill, so you can come in me too, Hatake."

You moved to kiss him again but Kakashi brought his hand between your bodies and gripped around your throat. His hold was firm, but not painful, not closing your airway. It was a warning.

“First of all,” he stated in a deadly voice, “I’ll do what I please with you.”

Oh, fuck.

“Second of all,” he pushed you off him by your throat and brought his other hand behind his back, grabbing hold of the silk tie, “That’s Daddy to you. Got it?”

His grip around your throat tightened and you fluttered your eyes shut, nodding at him.

“No,” he commanded, dropping his hand. You sputtered as your head fell forward and you peeked at him through your damp hair curtaining over your forehead. “You have to answer me, princess. Or you’ll get nothing.”

Your cunt was seething with lust as you gulped. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Kakashi leaned forward, honing his gaze onto your soul.

“Yes… Daddy.”

“Good girl,” he grunted, his tone deliciously carnal. Silk wrapped around your wrists as he tied your hands behind your back, pinning you to the bed beneath his muscular frame, hot breath fanning over each bump of your spine.

His thick tip rubs against your clit as powerful hands guided your ass up by your hips, tears stinging your eyes as your head fell to the pillows below, your fingertips numbing with pleasure.

“Ka-” he pulled at the binding tightly - cautioning you - and you gasped out your correction, “Daddy- Please.”

His mouth phantoms over your earlobe, his entire body burning over you as he whispers, “You sure you’re comfortable with this?”

Despite his earlier command, all words have evaporated from your vocabulary, and the one thing you can do in response is push your ass up against his mushroom head, twitching your fingers as a silent cry falls from your lips.

Kakashi makes a strangled sound and brings a hand to grip around himself, applying pressure onto your clit with a gentle swirl of his cock. He gives himself a few good pumps, but he is so turned on that his cock is already primed and ready for round two just from the few minutes of kissing and bondage.

He smirked against your ear as a singular thought ran through his mind: You have destroyed him. “You can do it, princess,” he nibbles your earlobe gently in encouragement, “Just say yes for me.”

“Y-yes.” It’s a delicate sound, almost inaudible, and with it, the tightrope act was finished, ending in a spectacular and dazzling array of purposeful falling as Kakashi’s inhumane instinct took over. He drew his hips back, his cock so slick with his own arousal and your saliva that it slipped down the length of your cunt, ran over your ass cheeks.

He garbled out a string of cherry picked curses, punctuating them with a harsh thrust into your sopping walls. The world spun like a top as your vision whited out from the pressure of being stretched out. Your wrists twisted within the soft bindings, yearning to grab hold of something - anything - to help anchor you down.

“So wet, princess.” Kakashi moans, his voice quivering. The crack in his tone alone nearly sends you over the edge. You bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself from the impossible warmth threatening to explode within your stomach as you push your ass up more, sinking him deeper, welcoming the stinging pain of him filling you to the brim.

A hand pushes down on your neck, his mouth suckling at the skin of your shoulder. Your mind is hazy from the way he’s thoroughly fucking you, reaching deep into your stomach, curving up to hit your sweet spot.

“Faster,” you moan, drool sliding out from the side of your mouth that is perpetually hung ajar against the pillow. “Faster, Daddy.”

Your voice is filled with a passion that momentarily knocks the wind out of him. You needed him, yearned for him. Soft curves of your body were his to manipulate and ruin as he pleased; you gave him the key to your heart long ago, he just hadn’t opened it yet. Until tonight.

Suddenly, as he twisted the key and drew it back, everything clicked into place. You wanted him for who he was, not the façade of a man the village knew, or the Copy Cat Ninja, or even the Hokage - you wanted Kakashi. And he wanted you. He had always wanted you.

He felt warmth spread throughout his chest, ignoring the fact he was allowing you to command him, as he obeyed you fully, increasing his pace as his balls slapped against your ass harshly, sticking to your skin with each pump.

He reaches his arm around your stomach, holding you in place as he grabs hold of your heat. One finger, then two. Slowly rubbing your clit. Up. Side to side. Circles. Every time you squirmed, he mimicked the prior motion. When you clenched your cunt around him, he swirled harder; deep pressure electrified you. Your thighs tense so tightly you think they might explode, and when he spasms inside of you and you feel the bit of hot liquid he can’t hold back leak into your core, you let go completely.

You achieve the impossible in a moment of extreme intimacy as Kakashi whispers praises, guiding you through your orgasm with each thrust of his hips, each swipe of his fingers, each stroke of his tongue at your neck. Your inner thighs are hot and sticky with your arousal as you moan out his name like a lifeline and he finally cracks and spills himself deep inside of you, his dick spasming with the final few messy pumps.

The two of you collapsed forward in a mess of sticky skin and mangled breaths. Your hands dig into his stomach, still harshly tied behind your back. Kakashi grunts as you wiggle them against his abs, trying to untangle yourself. Mercifully, he maneuvers to release you and then rolls you over onto him as he buries his head in your hair and you rest on his chest.

You lay there together, sinking deeper into the silence of the afterglow, hardly aware of your bodies. You are two souls floating around the universe, completely alone, infinitely together in the darkness.

Your heartbeat fluttered, pulling you back to the reality of the situation slowly, like waking up from a dream. You peek through dark eyelashes to find Kakashi's anthracite eyes, his beautifully flushed face growing brighter as he cleared his throat and smiled down at you.

“So, if we aren’t friends…” you start, reaching your hand up to cup his cheek. “Then what should I call you now?”

He hummed lowly and wrapped you in his legs, leaning his forehead to rest on yours. “Call me what you want,” he responded, sighing. “I’m just going to call you mine.”

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just-some-random-blogger · 1 year

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can you have a part 2 for served cold? Like this time Daemon gets the upper hand and marks/slashes up the reader's face but it's because he's a goner for her bold attitude and approach to revenge. Dude's prolly a secret masochist! My personal headcanon.

After the reader recovers, realizing her play as a shy maiden is up since she looks hideous, Daemon asks her to marry him? (like Ofc he went and slashed her up, why give her choice to say no or run when he has already become flattered) she says no but he seduces her, makes her feel pretty and it's basically stockholm syndrome.

Add detail like Daemon now wears armour to bed and the reader is often left tied to avoid her killing him while he pleasures her.

Like all sorts of blood play, hatesex, murder attempts and smut! I do think given the psycho that he is, Daemon would totally fall for the reader after realizing she bested him and was bold enough to try to murder him. He'd pay her back ofc but he also wouldn't let her go.

Outwardly though, the valeman and Viserys would just be happy that a Royce x Targaryen marriage "worked out" they don't know what goes on behind closed doors lol

I Want You, I Get You

Daemon Targaryen x Royce!Reader

Summary: You should have finished the job. You should have finished the job, you should have finished the job, you should have finished-

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Depictions/descriptions of violence/death/murder/blood, dark/yandere!daemon, fem!reader, i still describe reader's features, typos, etc.

A/N: this is a p1 to served cold, i suggest you read if before reading this. i think MINORS DNI hey nonnie (i hope you read this), ngl your ask was the reason why i could not continue with my other reqs cause this been in my head since you sent it and i have been unsure of whether or not i wanted to write this at all. like YOU GOT MY ATTENTION, your prompt is so violent and twisted and T_T IM INTO IT ?????????? ok it has to be said i don't actually think violence is ok alright but T_T idk this concept is just so intriguing to me cos, i really feel like Daemon would do that shit, its giving yandere and in my head he is a yandere without having to write him like that. and secret masochist T_T MAYHAP IF SOMEONE HOT ENOUGH BRINGS HIM PAIN HES A VERY NOT SECRET MASOCHIST. also i didn't want to destroy reader the way you wanted to. the feminist in me will not allow it. *im* the writer anyway so lol. anyway this is pretty dark, i hope you like it though Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targeryenmoony

It had been a whole week since the incident in the garden when any news about the prince surface. They were merely vague whispers, but it was evident the Stranger allowed him to live. A pity.

It took over entire month for there to be any official news on him however. Just this morn it was announced Daemon was alive and speaking. A truly unfortunate fate.

I had hoped he would have at least gone mute, then I wouldn't have felt the need to visit him to finish the job.

I didn't care if he squeaked about our encounter, that was not why I was going to him. I cared that he would live without any real repercussions. I didn't go through all that just to scar his already ugly, scarred body. No. He should have at least been given up his voice. Then, I would have been happy to let him live.

"At last," he speaks with not a trace of hoarseness, "a visitation."

The golden corset on my body constricts, as though it was being pulled from behind. My perfectly braided. dark hair suddenly feels like it had been wound a bit too tight by my temples.

The sound of me releasing my large skirt is loud in the stocky atmosphere in the room. I clasp my hands together in front of my, just below my bodice.

Daemon, laid on the cot, alone in the maester's ward, has his violet eyes scanning my body with his revolting, wormy lips curved upward.

"Would you like to examine your handiwork, my dear?" he asks, finger fiddling the wrapping on his neck aimlessly. He grunts when he pushes himself up and sits at the side of his bed. He blankly watches me as he extends a hand out.

I look at him, uninclined to allow him any sort of satisfaction, not with my movements, not with my expressions.

This was why I could not mask my eye twitch when he chuckles under breath.

I watch him closely when he stands and walks over to me, "do you have something special for me under that dress again?"

"No," I say as I inch my thumb to the opening of my bodice, "not at all."

I rip my blade out from the special pocket in my corset, then I lunge at him. As quick as I knew I was, it was clear he had expected this, he was prepared for me. Before I even stepped forward, he sidestepped away and reached for me.

With a strong grip, he grabs my armed hand and effectively yanks me forward, causing me to nearly topple. He uses his strength to his advantage, and fights like the scoundrel he is, kicking me before I could get my bearing. The next thing I know, he shoves me to the ground and presses his knee on my back. He clearly enjoys this irony.

Unlike how I had him, however, he has my arm twisted back with my blade still in grip. I feel him press the blade on the skin of my back, just above my laces.

"Yield," he mutters, "and I will not hurt you... too much."

I do not allow him even the sound of my strained breathing.

Daemon lets out a deep chuckle.

I muffle my grunt when he grabs the blade from me and rolls me over, shoving me to my back. He grabs both my hands when I attempt to strike at him. He sits on my thighs, effectively sealing me on the ground.

Daemon has the blade between his teeth.

The sight is so chilling that he takes the moment of bewilderment to his advantage and takes my wrists in one hand, pushing them above my head.

He was much larger than me, much heavier, much stronger, had longer limbs. I was outmatched. To the both of us, it was clear.

He grabs the blade with his other hand and presses the sharp side to my lips.

He bends the arm he had pushing down on my wrists. I cannot contain the whine that leaves me because of the crushing pressure on my bones.

"That's right," he says, "squeak," he presses the dagger closer to my lower lip. I feel my eyes water when I taste blood, but I hold my silence, still.

Daemon's face is bright in darkness when he slowly draws the blade deeper.

I whine when he slashes it down my lips with one quick motion.

His nostrils flare, "good girl."

I spit at him.

Red splatters on his face, and sequentially drips back down on mine.

Daemon grins, chucking the blade away so he could wipe his face. When he does so, my stomach rolls as he licks his fingers. The next moment, he rips at at the bandage on his neck, revealing the thick red line going across his skin, then scrams, "GUARDS!"

My brows furrow tightly as he screams louder when he turns over his shoulder, "GUARDS!"

The moment there is the sound of shuffling. He pushes off me and stands to his feet. I do not make a move. I do not want to, not when I'll get dragged away anyway.

"Where the fuck are you fools when I need you!?" Daemon demands tightly, pointing to the two guards that enter the room. I feel them stare at me on the floor. My blood stills when Daemon says, "my bride has just been attacked and you bumbling morons are letting him escape!"

I prop myself on my elbows and catch Daemon just as he points to the window, "will I throw one of you out the window he just jumped out of, or will you catch the assaulter that's getting farther and farther away?!"

I get to my feet as Daemon screams, "I WANT HIM BROUGHT TO ME TONIGHT!"

When the two run out of the room, Daemon turns to me. The anger in his features twist into a horror of a smile.

"You are deranged," I mutter.

"Come now," he tilts his head, tenting his hands in front of him, "that is not the way you refer to your groom."

I scoff, "you have clearly lost your sanity when I slashed you."

Daemon steps forward as he sighs, "and you have underestimated my strength."

I swat him away when he reaches out for my face.

He chuckles and continues to walk closer. I debate momentarily if it would be wise to step away from him. I am a second too late when he dashes over and grabs me by the throat.

His grip is so tight that I half expected him to just snap my neck.

I claw at him, but to no avail. He was too strong, too ready for this moment.

He hums, leaning down to press a kiss on my exposed shoulder. I choke at the intensity of his grip. He exhales deeply, "you smell just like you did that day."

I am helplessly trying to unlatch his hand as I feel the last of my breath leave me. My vision begins to darken.

The next moment, I drop to the floor, choking on my spit and on the air I was so desperately trying to take in.

Daemon takes one step back to look at me. I let out a rib chattering cough as he speaks, "we are to be wed in tomorrow, now that you have arrived."

He drops down to one knee, "I would suggest you make no more further attempts on me, so that I would make no further attempts on you... however," he pushes my thick hair back, "if you want to give me further reason to mark you, my love, I will not deny you of it."

He grabs my throat again when I turn to him.

I let out a broken cry, eye watering, fingers cold against his burning hand. I had no say in the muffled choking sounds that leave me as he lifts me up to my knees.

"Here's what will happen if you think of getting smart with me," he hums, "I'm sure your pretty little head has a thousand murderous plans for me, and I am quite excited to learn of them all," he utters, digging his nails into my skin, "but I'll have you know, if our marriage gets unbearable for you and you think of killing yourself instead, I will tell them I killed you after multiple attempts to kill me."

Daemon gives a lopsided smile.

"Then, your house Royce would be ostracized and shamed for all of eternity, and I would have it written that the duty of my late wife that upheld my her little sister was for naught."

I drop to the floor when he releases me, head pulsing wildly, drool dripping out of my mouth.

"You would've only brought shame to her memory."

I eye him darkly as he stands.

"I would then gloat at the sight of the dead girl who thought she was smart enough to best her prince."

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