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d10nyx · 4 months

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can't fight this feeling pt.2

ft. leon kennedy x fem!reader

part one, part two

cw: 18+ content, dub-con, stepcest, mentions of past non-con and somno, obsessive behaviour, idek what the tag for this is so um - outercourse?? brief mention of murder n non-con recording

a/n: hiii! originally i hadn't planned a part two of this, but here we are! not sure if i like it as much as part one but we move... hope you all like it :))

word count: 1.7k words

Leon couldn't stop thinking about you. You'd crawled your way into his brain and settled down. His entire body itches when you are near, plagued with the knowledge he'd be unable to touch you how he wanted. How he needed.

He loved how pliant you were when he slipped a sleeping pill into your nightly tea, but it wasn't enough. He needed to know how pretty you'd sound moaning his name. He needed you to be awake. He'd had practice now, sneaking into your room at night. He needed to show you how good it would be, make you crave him as much as he craved you.

The perfect opportunity comes up a few weeks later. Your parents tell the both of you they're going away for a couple of days on a couples trip, leaving Leon in charge of the house. He gives them the sweetest smile as they get ready to leave, an arm casually draped over your shoulder as he promises to take care of his baby sister.

“Leon!” You start as soon as they're gone, smiling up at him excitedly. “We've got the place to ourselves! What d'you wanna do?”

Oh, he can think of a few things, alright. But he's gotta ease into it. It wouldn't do him any good if he scared you off, so he shrugs, playing it casual.

“I dunno.” He replies, using the arm that's still wrapped around your shoulder to guide you into the living room. “Play some games or something? Have a movie day? Up to you, sis.”

“God, you're so boring.” You whine, playfully pushing at his chest with a giggle. He grins at that, squishing you close with his arm and ruffling your hair, ignoring your protests.

“You sure you wanna start a fight with me? You know I'll kick your ass, right?” He says with a playful grin, sliding an arm down to your waist, his hand gripping you there.

“No you wouldn't. You're a big baby.” You say with a laugh, looking up at him and sticking your tongue out. He cocks an eyebrow at your display, and before you can react, he's pinning you to the couch and tickling you.

“Lee!” You exclaim, laughing and trying to kick him off of you. Your arms push at his shoulders, but he's using all of his body weight to pin you down. You wriggle and squirm as much as you can, but nothing seems to get you loose.

“Come on, I give up, alright?” You manage to force out between giggles, using all of your strength to tug at his fingers and try and get his hands off of you.

“Nah, too late for that.” He says with a grin, pressing himself against you as he continues to tickle you. His hips meet your stomach, and he seems to realize that's a mistake as soon as it happens.

His cock is rock hard, and he can see the exact moment you feel it. The way your eyes widen and you freeze up. His own movements halt, his breath hitching as he finds himself unable to move away from you.

“Okay, seriously. Get off now, Lee. That's so weird.” You say with a frown, pushing at his chest. When he doesn't budge, your brows furrow, and you try and squirm away.

His grip on your waist tightens, and you find yourself panicking slightly. “Leon! What the fuck? Let me go.”

“M'sorry. You're just so pretty. Can't help it.” He all but whines, grabbing your arms and pining the above your head with one hand, the other pinning your hip to the couch. “You got me so hard, princess. Just let me deal with it, yeah? Promise I won't hurt you.”

“Leon, this isn't fucking funny-” You start, your words being cut off by his lips meeting yours. Your eyes widen, and you jerk your head to the side to separate them.

He whimpers, pinning your thighs down with his own instead so he can use your free hand to grip your jaw and keep your head still. It hurts a little, but he tries his best not to grip you too hard.

He kisses you desperately, digging his fingers into your cheeks slightly to pry your teeth apart so he can stick his tongue into your mouth. He's never been able to kiss you like this before, always too scared of waking you. You're so soft and warm everywhere, it drives him insane.

He begins to rock his hips against you, shifting so he's rubbing over your clothed pussy. You moan quietly into his mouth as he brushes your clit, already feeling your panties dampen.

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest, the thoughts about how fucking weird this all is on the forefront of your mind. You let yourself be kissed by Leon, no longer trying to fight it. You find yourself kissing back before you even realize, tongue sliding against his as your eyes flutter shut.

When he pulls back, you feel a heat rising to your cheeks, and your breath comes out a little heavier than usual. He's still grinding against you, and you're doing your best not to show how much you like it.

“Leon, come on. That's enough. Mom and dad will kill us if they find out. This is so fucking weird.” You protest weakly, brows still pinched together as you look up at him.

“You're the reason that I'm so hard. The least you could do is help.” He grunts, dropping his head to suck bruises into the skin of your neck. You don't stop him when he reaches for your pants to tug them off, or when he starts fiddling with the bow at the top of your panties.

“Cute.” He says with a grin, sitting back on his heels between your legs to look at you. He dips the tips of his index fingers in the waistband, slowly pulling them down.

“Leon… we can't.”

“Hmm? Why is that? It's not like you're actually my sister. And look. She likes it.” He says with that cheeky smile you've grown so accustomed to. You never thought you'd see it in this scenario.

“I'm a virgin.” You say quietly, eyes darting to the side like you're embarrassed to admit it to him.

No, you're not. He thinks to himself, trying his best not to give anything away with his expression. He almost feels bad lying to you like this, but it makes it so much sweeter knowing he's the only one that's touched you like this.

Figured out you were taking the pill when he snooped in your room one day and assumed you must have been sleeping with someone else. He's happy to know he was wrong about that.

“S'okay, sis. I'll take it slow. Won't even put it in, pinky swear.”

You pause, swallowing hard as you look up at him. You had no reason not to trust Leon, right? He'd been nothing but nice to you… it's not like anyone had to find out.

“You promise?”

“Yeah. Promise. I'll make it feel good for both of us.” He replies easily, leaning forward to kiss you again. He could be patient. It would feel so satisfying when you finally let him fuck you willingly. He doesn't mind taking it slow.

He frees his erection from his boxers as he kisses you, adjusting your panties so he can slip in them. He pushes himself between your folds, sliding back and forth. His tip brushes your clit every time he pushes forward, his thumbs holding his dick firmly against you.

You gasp softly at the feeling, hips bucking towards him as your hands grip his shoulders. He moans into your mouth as your nails dig into his muscles through his shirt, rutting against you faster.

Your moans are ever prettier than he imagined. His kisses turn even hungrier, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth.

You're even better when you're awake. He can't believe it took him this long to gather the courage to make a move on you. You're so wet, dribbling all over his cock and making the slide even easier.

He's not gonna last long like this, so he focuses on grinding the head of his dick against your clit, trying to get you to cum. Maybe if he makes you feel good enough, you'd let him fuck you before your parents got back.

“Leon… Leon, fuck.” You whimper, breaking this kiss and burying your face in his neck. It doesn't take long for you to be pushed over the edge, coating his cock ever more.

Just hearing you moan his name is enough for him to coat your pussy in cum, making a mess of your cute panties until the fabric is transparent.

He collapses on top of you, pressing his weight against you. He tucks his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent with a sigh. He feels his heart start to race when you try and press closer to him.

He's finally got you where he wants you. He knows you so well, knows he can make it so you'll be ruined for anyone else. He wants you with him forever. He'd kill anyone who tried to come between the two of you, and he's not above using his badge to scare off any men who so much as look in your direction.

As much as it pains him, he knows he's gonna have to wipe the videos he's taken of you off his phone. He can't risk you coming across them one day and ruin what you have going. He'd get some more, convince you to record a proper home video with him.

“Told you I'd always look after you.” He mumbles into your skin, rolling off you only to tuck you into his side, running a hand through your hair.

You smile up at him, your eyes shining with affection that only serves to drive him insane.

Yeah, you'd be his. He'd make sure of it.

Whatever it takes.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy #resident evil smut #tw stepcest #dark content

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the-traveling-poet · 5 days

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what abt Levi with his wife and them just adore their newborn son?? Like maybe it’s been two weeks after the child was born and it’s Levi’s day off and he’s just with both of them 😘🙏

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Ofc lovely! Pls we need more dadvi! content and I had so much fun writing this~

I felt like this was fit to be a cute little drabble, but kinda got carried away with it lol. I apologize for the time it took to get it out!

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She’s fine…She’s been through hell and back, I know she can handle this. She’s fine.

Levi shook the thought from his mind with a tired sigh as he returned to the bedroom he shared with his wife with two cups of steaming tea in his rough hands.

He’d been reluctant to leave her side the last nine months as it was, but even just a second spent away from her presence these past two weeks, even just to make tea, was too much now.

Nudging open the bedroom door with his foot, he peaked in to check on her.

His wife was sat just where’d he’d left her; in the center of the bed propped up on pillows leaned against the headboard, cradling their newborn child to her chest as he slept soundly. She looked tired; exhausted, more like.

How two weeks had passed since their beautiful child’s birth, Levi wasn’t sure. They’d waited nine long months for this moment, and now it was going by seemingly so quickly….It was something so bittersweet to the both of the new parents.

Y/N lifted her tired eyes up to meet Levi’s, a loving smile perched on her lips as she accepted the offered cup of tea with her free hand and motioned for him to sit by her.

Without so much as a single though Levi sat, scooting closer to her hip with his eyes trained on the top of his son’s head.

“Little brat finally fell asleep, huh?” He murmured, gently brushing his fingers along the newborn’s fuzzy dark hair as the boy slept soundly against his mother’s chest. Y/N hummed, loosing an exasperated sigh.

“It’s five in the evening, love. He’s gonna be up all night again now,” She murmured back as she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Mmh…I’ll stay up with him.”

Levi set aside his tea and reached out slowly to scoop the boy into his own arms, letting Y/N slump against him fully with a tired groan and snuggle into his side.

“Go figure; both my boys are insomniacs. Did he get anything from me? I mean, he’s got your eyes and hair already.” She chuckled, looking up to see an amused smirk adorning Levi’s face as he stared down at this child lovingly.

“He got your attitude, I think. He slapped at my hand this morning after a diaper change.” He mused, which earned him a light slap to the shoulder from his loving wife.

“Only proving my point, darling.” He murmured. “Though, he did turn out adorable; just like you. You’re both so precious.” He continued on in a near whisper of awe.

Y/N hummed softly, seeming contented with this addition. “Well, if you’ve got him…I’m exhausted,” Y/N suddenly yawned, stretching out a little to curl against Levi’s side.

With one arm cradling their newborn, and his other hand now brushing through her hair, Levi leaned down to place a soft kiss on both of their cheeks.

“Get some rest darling…you’ve more than earned it,” he whispered against her hair, feeling the tension slowly leaving her body with a sleepy sigh.

She fell asleep quickly; not to his surprise. He watched her a moment, adoring in wonder for the nth time now just how someone like her had found it in her to not only love someone like him, but to also bring forth a new life for their little family. He knew in that moment that he would never overcome his gratitude for her…

Gradually, their son began to wake up in a quiet fuss in his arms, and his attention was stolen away from his sleeping wife back to his cranky son.

“Oh? Chose to wake up again, huh?” He cooed softly, bringing him to rest further up onto his chest. Now on his belly, the infant boy seemed to quiet down.

“See? Your okay; daddy’s got you,” Levi murmured with a soft smile, cradling his arms securely around his boy and leaning back on the bed to hold onto his wife more securely as his own eyes began to flutter shut.

Up until this moment, he couldn’t recall a time he felt so at peace with his life. His lover on his right, his child on his chest, the light steam that rose from his mostly untouched teacup on the nightstand twirling through the still air…

This was happiness.

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letosmauddib · 25 days

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Difficult Arrangements pt. II

Feyd Rautha Harkonnen x Reader

she/her pronouns

1.9k words! Here is Pt. 1 -

Finally posted after some technical issues! :)

please do not read if you are under 18 ! WARNINGS- SMUT :o - elements of dub-con as there is hesitance/ uncertainty- Feyd is a big cocky meanie & reader is needy :(

Please Like, Comment, Reblog ! pt. III soonish?

“Feeling tired dear na-baroness?” The handmaid asked as she worked through rinsing the fragrant shampoo from her hair. Y/n nodded “The big breakfast is weighing me down I feel quite sleepy..” The handmaid smiled at her before reaching for a towel. “Bath is almost over, you’ll have plenty of time to rest after I dry and brush through your hair.”

Y/n enjoyed most of the moments she got to spend under the care of the handmaids. Her favorite interactions being with her regular caretaker; Duo. The caretakers all shared similar features, petite figures, smooth pale skin and wore head dressings to cover their perfectly smoothed heads. Although they appeared differnt to the caretakers she was entrusted with most of her life. They were a small sliver of home at moments. She wasn’t as trusting with explaining her discomfort/ emotions with the handmaids. They were kind and helpful to her but she knew their loyalty lay with House Harkonnen and to the Na-Baron. She knew that any sign of disaligence from her husband and the Harkonnen could have a terrible outcome for her.

“Are you ready to dress my na-baroness?”

“Yes please, a soft loose dress please?”

She asked as she stood up, wrapping the soft overly-sized towel around her frame. Y/n felt like she was freezing as soon as she stood from the warm water.

“I found a dress to your specifications, let me know if it’s alright.”

Y/n felt the softness of the black fabric, a slip dress that falls right at her knee.

She patted herself dry before allowing Duo to help her slip the dress over her head.

“Let’s get your hair brushed, I’m sure the na-baron is soon to be back from training.” It felt like it had been days since she’d seen her husband, really it was just a few hours. Time moves differently when you don’t have meaningful tasks, at least that’s how she felt.

“My favorite part of my day, my favorite task to do na-baroness.” Duo’s statement pulled her from her thoughts, “Thank you for treating me so kindly Duo.” “My pleasure, always dear na-baroness.” The handmaid stated as she parted through her semi-dried hair.

She laid on her stomach pressing her cheek to the cool satin gray sheets that encompassed the bed she was sprawled on. She was falling into sleep and out, it was becoming torturous not being able to sleep. Just as she was comfortable, a noise beyond the doors to the bedroom seemingly awoke her. It was midday, she had refused to eat anything that was offered to her and Feyd was still not back from training. She wanted to call for Duo to update her somehow but felt it was just unnecessary. Not wanting her husband to mock her or mistake her anxiousness as eagerness to be near him. Duo had insisted that she drink a tea the na-baron had instructed be made for her. Y/n felt herself perk up just a little bit at the mention of Feyd.

She took a few sips, not enjoying the taste but there was an onset warmth that seemingly filled her body. It was nice as it was always so cold in their bedroom, she needed thick blankets to sleep at all. She stared at the remnants of leaves in the cup, realizing she had for the very first time referred to the bedroom as ‘their’ bedroom. She nodded in disapproval to herself.

“I’ll let you rest my dear.”

Duo had adjusted the curtains in the room so the light from the windows was dimmed. She took the cup from her hands and exited the room quietly, the heavy door thudding closed behind her.

Y/n crawled back up to rest in the middle of the bed pulling the thick blanket up to her shoulders. She was drowsier than ever, the warmth she felt comforting. She let her mind wander, how nice it would be for Feyd to hold her close as she slept.

He was the only person she knew in this life besides the handmaids, the only person who knew her at the moment. Her family was so far away, moving on with their lives as if she didn’t exist. At least that was how it felt to be married off like this, like a lamb to slaughter. She didn’t want to weep about it anymore, she had done enough of it the first month.

When she knew no one was watching she would allow herself to cry and to wallow alone. It was a small moment she could feel all that she held in, that was until Feyd had unexpectedly interrupted an emotional moment once before dinner. She remembers how scared she was of him seeing her in tears, she was worried he would punish her violently or force her to tell him what she was crying about either option scaring her shitless.

She acted on instinct, how do you get your husband to ignore a situation and not ask questions. She lifted her night dress up as an offering, whispering for him to take her please. He couldn’t resist her shaky request, he was aroused by her features when she cried: the disheveledness of messy hair, tears down her cheeks and that doey gaze.

It was also the first time she initiated- which drove him wild, a very boyish reaction. He had a hesitant thought as he pulled his cock out of his pants; he was able to read the situation too well. She was upset to the point of tears but was trying to distract him from the situation by offering herself up for sex.

He could be upset and dismiss her, force her to spit out whatever was bothering her… or he could get in a quick fuck before dinner. The whimpers that left her mouth that night made her cringe into the pillow she laid on in present day. She remembered the sound of their bodies as he rutted himself against her. His massive body pressed against her back, holding her against the bed. She felt every intake of breath he took, as she tried and failed to pace her breathing. She whimpered like a wounded animal, as his pace was brutal and the moments it slowed the ache between her legs grew more intense. It felt like he could fuck into her forever, he didn’t show a sign of nearing a climax. She felt a sensation of fullness and the arousal that dripped down her thighs. He let out pleasured groans against her hair, y/n pressed her hand onto his muscular thigh, just to catch her breath. Feyd reacted quickly, gripped both her wrists swiftly and placing them on the bed. “Keep these defiant little hands here.” He grunted, she nodded in agreement instinctively.

Feyd pressed his nose against her neck, taking in her scent. Sweet florals, he liked that she smelled exactly how he wanted her to.

She moved her cheek to try and catch a glimpse of him, her hands shifting but staying on the bed as commanded. Fingers trembling as they gripped the sheets. “Please, Feyd, please??” As his pace sped up, she seemingly slumped against him in exhaustion. Before she could slump down against the bed, he slipped his arms around her waist, holding her close against him. “Come on sweet mouse. Let me fill you up.” She whined in response her knees bucking together, His hand reaching down between her thighs. His slim fingers dipping against her sopping arousal. Her back arched against him, her hands reaching his wrist just as he found her spot. She squirmed and whimpered in pleasure. His fingers finding a contrasting pace to his hips. “Please Feyd, Please sir?! Please!” Feyd howled a taunting laugh at her reaction: “What are you pleading for mouse?”

She nodded her head in dazed confusion to his question she couldn’t see his taunting gaze but felt it against the back of her head.

He knew exactly what she was asking for, and that his sweet wife could not find the words to ask for it. Her hips stammered against his as he taunted her spot and his pace slowed.

He groaned, feeling his climax nearing. “Fucking shit.” He groaned, one hand petting her whilst the other gripped her waist to stillness. She squirmed and moaned against him trying to close her legs around his hand. Feyd pushed her thighs open, she was overstimulated and needy for his cum.

He grunted feeling her clench around him. Feyd sped his pace up, and pressed a kiss to her neck.

He spilled into her with a shaky groan, hands slipping up to hold her stomach. She shuddered and reached down, squirming against him again. “Still.” He commanded as he caught his breath. Her knees instinctively locking to keep his warmth inside her. Y/n’s shaky breath and his deep breath filled the silence in the room. Her hand reached down to her stomach finding his and before she could pull away, his hand gripped her wrist. She had grown the habit since their wedding night to hold her stomach post-sex. That was when her naivety led her to believe it would only need to happen once. “Don’t sit with your thoughts for too long, I don’t need my baroness to be stressing herself into insanity..” She nodded and felt him begin to shift away. She winced, visibly discomforted by him pulling out of her. She laid on the bed in front of her feeling a wave of sad emptiness overtake once more.

Just as she had settled in a deeper sleep, thoughts of that night repeating in her mind. She slowed her breathing, wishing to feel him close. It was an unfamiliar feeling that swept over her.

The doors to their bedroom opened once again. Feyd stepped into the room allowing the large heavy door to close behind him. He was fresh from a shower, a black tunic over his broad shoulders and a matching pair of cotton pants.

Y/n shifted as she was pulled from her sleep, she felt his presence in every room he entered. He glanced over her smaller form before quipping: “Mouse…spending all of your days sleeping, hmm?”

“You’re late from training husband..” She replied, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Seemingly missed me enough to count the minutes down my dear wife…” He taunted as he walked over to his locked bedside chest.

“No! I-I just though you would be back sooner..” She stammered, feeling her face grown quite warm in embarrassment.

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but I had important business to attend to..”

Y/n’s mind raced at the thought of him back in the lower cellars, she had stumbled on the idea that he previously used concubines to satisfy himself. She had hoped he wouldn’t once he was married. His jaw hardened seeing her frown:“My Uncle wanted a word, ended up being a very informative conversation.”

She nodded and pulled her knees up to her chest, still feeling drowsy from the medicine.

“Pouting isn’t very baroness-esque.” He remarked as he pulled his shirt over his head. Y/n felt exhausted from the conversation and irritated with the unfamiliar warmth in her stomach. She needed him, but didn’t want any of the taunting or the teasing he usually objected her to. “Feyd, I was really hope you didn’t come home late and in a taunting mood I really just want to-.” He cut her off, irritated with her tone.

“Y/n, my business as the na-baron is not a concern for you and I’m not going to keep reminding you. Understand your place or I will gladly take you over my knee and remind you of it.”

pt. III soon >:)

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sorrowfulrosebud · 5 months

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I hope you know you've given me puppy hybrid Bakugou brain rot, so you get another ask as a repercussion u3u

Whats the scenario or head canon of why we had to start putting a muzzle on hybrid Bakugou when going out? Did he bite, start a fight, did something out of spite? (Yes, that was a purposeful rhyme)

Gimme the tea 🫖

Blue? Wolf? Angel? 01? However you wish to be referred to, I LOVE YOU AND YOUR BIG SMART BRAIN MWA MWA. Also this got long hehehe

Warnings: bratty kid, animalistic Bakugou, wounds, reader passes out

I imagine Katsuki would have to start wearing the muzzle as soon as he left the shelter. In my AU, he was in a fighting ring (original, I know), so he still snaps when he gets frightened or angry. He doesn’t mean to, not in the slightest. But when you have to fight to the death for scraps, or a ratty blanket to keep you warm in a cramped and filthy dog cage, it becomes a nasty habit.

You try to keep it off him as much as possible unless you’re going out. It was a very long process to get him to relax even slightly with you, which was honestly a feat in of itself.

You listen to his body language. He comes to you when he has a problem. If he tenses when you’re petting him, you retract your hand and wait for the signal for you to continue, if any. You leave his food alone, because it’s his. You allow him to nap, knowing the poor creature needs some proper sleep.

It’s easier in the privacy of your own home, in a comforting environment that Bakugou can explore a million times over and never find anything new. In public though, when the screaming child demands to touch his sensitive tail, or when the shih tzu hybrid is sniffing him, it can be so overwhelming for the pup.

“Are you all ready to go, sweet thing?” You smile at your new puppy boy.

Katsuki growled lowly, his collar and leash loose on his neck. The muzzle was wrapped around his lower face, protecting himself from a future lawsuit. He tugged at the metal bars irritatedly. You sigh in empathy.

“I know, sweetpea. I’m afraid that until the padded muzzle comes, it has to be the one provided by the shelter. On the bright side, you can come outside for a walk! It’s a lovely day outside and you can meet the neighbours!” You explain happily.

Katsuki chuffs and rolls his eyes, walking ahead and pulling you on the leash as you squeak in surprise.

“See, I told you it was nice! How’s your collar feeling, honey?” You ask him gently, not wanting to overwhelm him. Katsuki’s pupils were blown with all sorts of new smells and sounds.

He never knew what squirrels sounded like. They scurried in the trees a lot more delicately than the rats in the compound. The screams of children were from fun as their parents chased and played with them. The new pups in the compound were snatched from their mother and sold or… Katsuki shook his head. He didn’t want to think about that place any more.

It was all so bewildering for him, but he seemed to be enjoying it as he threw you a nod.

“Aw I’m so glad!” You laugh softly. You stop near the local convenience store, the thought of a cold ice cream tickling your fancy. You call out to Katsuki to stop as he obeys.

“Do you fancy an ice cream? It’s such a hot day today, and you’ve taken everything in so wonderfully,” you ask him.

Katsuki cocked his head, not knowing what “ice cream” was. He had sometimes heard his old handlers talk about it, but he’d never been able to try any. You felt a pang of guilt at the realisation that he’d never had the sweet treat.

“Let’s go and get you one. I’m sure you’ll like it,” you promise him softly, allowing him to walk in first. He jumped slightly at the little ding-dong of the door, growling at it as you explained what it was.

Despite his grumbling and the occasional bark, he was behaving himself remarkably.

The ice cream freezer was thankfully stocked full to the brim, with flavours of nearly every description.

“Ah, here they are! I hope they have some that’s hybrid friendly. Katsuki, why don’t you come take a look and see what you want to try,” you encourage him. Katsuki froze a little. You were… giving HIM the choice? Was this some sort of trap? Your soft smile made him feel slightly at ease.

Plus, you would never hit him in a store, right?

He takes a look at the flavours in the freezer, entranced by the huge red strawberries and slabs of chocolate. He was about to grab an ice lolly with a motif of a raspberry when a shriek pierces his ears.

His hands slap to his head, covering the fluffy things as he snaps his head at the source. He lets out an automatic growl as his teeth curl back. A small child, not much older than 6 is staring back at him with a delighted look. In his sticky hand held a melting ice lolly.

“Doggy!” He shrieks excitedly, jumping up and down. A woman, whom you presume is his mother, is taking a phone call further down the aisle.

Katsuki pressed further into you when the kid tries touching him with sticky fingers. You immediately stand in front of him, trying to calm the puppy boy down and deal with the kid.

“Hi there sweetie, I’m sorry but Katsuki doesn’t like being touched,” you try to explain carefully, getting on the child’s level. You’re taken aback when the little monster’s face goes red and he lets out an ear-piercing scream that has Katsuki starting to hyperventilate a bit.

“NO! WANT TO PET THE DOGGY! MAMAAAA!” The kid wails, the woman walking to her son. She looks you up and down as she holds her son by the shoulders.

“What seems to be the problem here?” She sneers. You make sure Katsuki has space to cool down as you try to explain.

“Your son here is trying to pet my hybrid, but that is not something that he is comfortable at all with, so I’m trying to explain-” you were cut off by the woman.

“So? The beast is muzzled and leashed, why can’t my angel pet him?” She gave you a dirty look, as if she could look past your puppyboy who looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

“Katsuki is really not comfortable with that. It’s his first time out of the house in a long time and-” you were once again cut off by the woman’s snooty laughter.

“Well if he’s such a ‘rabid beast’ then he shouldn’t be out of the house,” she snarls viciously. You didn’t even notice the kid sneaking behind you until Katsuki lets out a vicious growl, and the sound of 2 screams fill the air.

Katsuki waited for the paramedics to bandage you up as they took you to hospital. They found you bleeding in Katsuki’s arms, his claw marks identical to the ones in your chest.

Turns out the little bastard had snuck behind you and yanked on Katsuki’s leash. Being already wound up and anxious, the sharp leash tug threw him into a frenzy as he instinctively went to claw the threat. You pushed the kid off in time, taking the blow instead.

Katsuki could only stare at you as cotton filled his mouth. His mouth twitched as he started trembling. He had … hurt you…

Your shriek of pain could never leave his head, him not even registering that he had made you bleed until the metallic smell hit his nose. The kid started wailing after being shoved on the floor, the mother picking him up and running away.

You look at him, then at the blood and you try to smile. You swallow, the shock of the pain making it difficult to see.

“D-don’t worry K’s’ki! I do- I don’ blame you,” you start to slur out, the shock and blood loss making you woozy. You slump against your pup, breathing shallow and light. Katsuki whined anxiously, looking for help.

A witness in the same aisle came forward slowly, aware of Katsuki’s hyperventilating and anxious state. He clutched you close to him, sitting on the ground as he trembled and nosed your face. Blood was everywhere, staining everything.

The customer slowly made his way to Katsuki, clicking her tongue softly to get his attention. Katsuki looked wild as he snarled savagely, pulling you tighter. She held her hands up slowly, demonstrating she wasn’t a threat.

“I’m going to call for help. I need to make sure that your owner is okay. I’m going to be super duper careful to make sure I don’t hurt them any more. You can still hold them, I just need to make sure their pulse is still there. Is that okay?” She spoke slowly and calmly, getting emergency services on her phone.

Katsuki snarled, but the claws digging into you relaxed slightly. The customer let a small smile out as she checked your pulse and referred everything back to the emergency services. She was slow and methodical, careful not to move too quickly and scare the trembling pup.

“There we go, all done. I saw everything you know,” she said quietly, kneeling near the two of you. Katsuki whined quietly, chuffing your hair.

“You were scared, and that monster of a boy didn’t listen. There are cameras everywhere, so I’m certain nothing will happen,” she said firmly.

Her hand slowly lifted up, paying close attention to his body language. Her hand slowly found refuge in his hair, slowly petting his ears. Katsuki could feel his heartbeat slow down, just for a moment, before it spiked again at the sound of the siren of the ambulance.

The paramedics filtered through with animal control, surprised to see a muzzled hybrid already collared and leashed holding on to the patient. The lead paramedic slowly approached you, the uniform and sterile smell making Katsuki snarl loudly and pinning you back to him. His eyes were like pin pricks as he held you tight.

“Heyyy, there you go buddy. Is that your owner there?” The paramedic questioned him quietly, bringing the cart to carry you beside her. Katsuki snarled as they got closer.

“I know, I know. It must be scary being in this situation. The lady on the phone told me what happened. You didn’t mean it, did you?” the paramedic prayed her words were getting through to him.

It seemed her prayers were answered when his grip lets loose slightly.

“You were frightened, weren’t you? The kid yanked on your leash? That must have hurt,” she murmured to him, getting more on his level. She was making slow progress to you, getting anxious when she sees the amount of blood lost.

“But now your owner is hurting. Can we take them to get all fixed up? You can ride with us in the ambulance,” she promised, holding her hand out. Katsuki growled, but with a small whine, relinquished his grasp on you.

The paramedic smiled at him, slowly picking you up as she dashed you to the cart, strapping you in as she rushed you to the ambulance outside. Katsuki whined and followed you, desperate to keep your pained face in his vision.

He rode with you the entire way to the hospital, whining when he couldn’t see past the curtain of the emergency room.

The next few hours were hell. He sat next to the curtained room, jumping up when the nurse talks to him.

“You’re very lucky. The wounds were relatively deep, but it was the shock that made them pass out. We stitched up the wound, so now we’re going to monitor your owner in a different room. Would you like to come with?” He asked. Katsuki nodded frantically.

He couldn’t help the whimper when he saw your bed being wheeled out, the bandages reaching a good way across your chest. You were docked into your new room. All Katsuki could do was wait for you to wake up.

Katsuki was a mess. He couldn’t stop whimpering to himself, scared shitless. You were the only person to ever treat him with such kindness, to talk to him like a person and not a dog. You were kind, and gentle, and-

Probably gonna hand him back to the shelter. He knew what that meant though, considering this was his ‘saving grace’. He wouldn’t get any more chances. He tried to toughen himself up, beating his leg in rage as he prepares himself for your rage.

The rage, however, never came. Katsuki must have fallen asleep, since he was awoken by the gentle call of his name. His head snapped up, mixed emotions when he sees your confused orbs.

“What… happened?” You slurred out, sleep still overtaking your system. Your eyes snapped open at the recollection of events.

“Oh god! Are you alright?!” You gasp. Katsuki looked at you dumbfounded. His body trembled. Even when he had hurt you… made you pass out… you still wouldn’t say a bad word against him. Your eyes softened as tears breached his waterline, making his beautiful lashes clump together.

“No no no no, sweet thing! What’s wrong?!” You coo at him, sitting up. He looks pointedly at your chest. You let out an “oh”.

“Katsuki, this wasn’t your fault. That little boy wouldn’t leave you alone, completely ignoring that I said to leave you alone. He still did, despite you being clearly upset and went to yank on your leash! I couldn’t have them take you away from me, so I chose to take the blow instead,” you said firmly, placing a gentle hand on his clenched fist.

“I would do it a million times over for you,” you murmured to him, softly wiping his tears. He flinched slightly, before shakily nuzzling his hand into your palm.

“You’re my good boy, my sweet Katsuki,” you preen, rubbing your thumb across his cheek. His chest rumbles as he slowly ambles into your bed. He makes eye contact with you, something within him trying to force himself to stop. Your warm eyes don’t however, simply shifting along to make room.

He cuddles into you, careful of your wound as he licks your neck gently.

“M-miiiine,” he tried, the word new as it rolled on his tongue. Your head snapped to him, amazed at his first word. Your eyes watered as you pressed a kiss to his head.

“That’s right, puppy. You’re mine.”

@archer-fb had to expand the first word babe 🤭

#🥀 rambles #pretty flower bluewolfangel01 🌷#bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #wolf hybrid bakugou #wolf hybrid bakugou angst #bakugou x reader angst #bakugou angst #bnha angst

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anxiousnerdwritings · 6 days

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A question about Joanna!lookalike reader.

When she leaves for the north because robert wants her to be able to have the freedom to express her self. is it at first just to stay their, or was there disscusstion of marriage with the Stark family before being sent off?

Also i see that jon snow may be intrested in Joanna!lookalike reader👀

Prehaps when request open i might ask for something about that

I like to imagine that not only is Robert’s first thought to get Joanna!Lookalike!Reader out from the suffocating and distressful environment she’s in but that he would also go with her himself to make sure she gets there safe and settles in alright. Not to mention he definitely wants to fill Ned in on everything going on, spilling all the absolute piping hot tea, and you can bet that big man isn’t leaving without at least discussing the idea of some near future betrothing going on.

You can also be assured that when Robert and the Reader take off for the North, it’s late into the evening/early morning as to not have Cersei finding out cause she would surely throw a massive bitch fit. Robert wouldn’t want her to know of any of his plans to have the Joanna!Lookalike!Reader reside in the North for however long she needs to. Not to mention it would only spite her all the more that she have no knowledge of the Reader’s being sent off.

A part of me likes to imagine that Jaime is well aware of these plans, hell he’s probably on watch when Robert and the Reader leave but he keeps his mouth shut cause he knows deep down that Joanna!Lookalike needs this more than ever after the breakdown they had at dinner that one night. Unlike his sister and father, Jaime does see past the Joanna resemblance and acknowledges the Reader as their own person. And their breakdown just opened his eyes even more so to how much of a damaging effect this has had on them this whole time.

I feel like Robert not only wants to marry Joanna!Lookalike!Reader to Robb (or even Jon👀) to have his and Ned’s blood come together but also to give an excuse for the Reader to stay in Wingerfell and not have to come back home if they don’t want to.

You can bet your sweetcheeks that Jon is gonna be interested in Joanna!Lookalike. Especially given that I completely see the Reader just absolutely letting loose. This is the only chance they get to be as free as they’ll ever be and they’re going to take full advantage of it. They want to run wild, they want to get dirty, they want to not have to be perfect, they just want to be content as they are and I think that would really catch Jon’s attention. There will also of course be a sort of ‘friendly’ yandere rivalry between Jon and Robb for the Reader, not only for their attention but eventually for their hand in marriage as well. At least, it’ll start out friendly enough until things get serious.

If the Reader were to choose Jon, I like to think Robert would be a little more lenient about it. He’s definitely going to talk to Ned about legitimizing his bastard if that’s the case but I almost kinda feel like Robert would let it slide if that’s truly what the Joanna!Lookalike!Reader wanted given everything they’ve gone through and had put on them. Hell, he’s the fucking king he could legitimize Jon himself if he so wanted. And don’t tell him otherwise.

Or the Reader may as well happily give up their royal status if it meant they finally could be who they wanted to be with the person they truly wanted to be with. I could see that being the first thing that crosses Joanna!Lookalike’s mind when the idea of marrying Jon comes up. Heck, the Reader may purposely seek Jon out for his bastard status as an excuse to sever those ties with their suffocatingly overbearing family back home.

Gods, could you imagine yan!Jon Snow (especially Book!Jon Snow) finding out his darling was only with him for his bastard status and so they could strip themself of everything that came with the family they were a part of? As much as that would all hurt, I think what would hit him hardest is if his darling didn’t even remotely share the same romantic feelings for his as he did, not a shred of it. Maybe the Reader liked Jon platonically and saw him as a safer option to some degree. I could definitely see him guilt tripping/manipulating them into being intimate with him. Even if it’s holding his hand or kissing him on the lips. But those small acts would only last him so long, he’s starved after all and he wants nothing more than to feel all of the Reader’s love they have to give. Mentally, emotionally, and physically.

#anxious answers #yandere jon snow #yandere house lannister #yandere cersei lannister #yandere tywin lannister #yandere jaime lannister #yandere game of thrones #yandere game of thrones concept #yandere concept

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prttykittes · 6 months

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I LOVE YOUR WORK MWAH(〃^ω^〃) can I request female!reader with rei ayanami's personality with beast!dazai and fyodor? (Both sfw and nswf) anyways I hope you have a wonderful day(*´ω`*)!

୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ yeah ofc!!! I love rei sm, thankk you sm!!(⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡ mwah

ෆ beast!Dazai, Fyodor X Fem!Reader [you/you/she/her]

— Synopsis:: you were hanging around with your lover, doing romantic stuff like comforting words and sweet stuff but things go more further.

CW. N/SFW, Praise, Thigh fucking(Fyodor), Fyodor & Dazai's dick doesn't enter ur cunt, soft sex, fingering(Dazai)

A/N :: Rei is so pretty and I love the anime even though I forgot how it goes but I can only remember the Mc letting out his white stuff at the hospital — written by a minor

[MASTERLIST] — ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ all works in there!!

BEAST!DAZAI — (⁠⊃⁠｡⁠•́⁠‿⁠•̀⁠｡⁠)⁠⊃

Your head was on his chest, you were taking a break after a meeting. It was nice and quiet, just you and him. You were still silent, you close your eyes and let out sighs. It was nice, it was different than before. Loud and now peaceful, his hands rub your back softly. His hands went lower to your area and he stops. His hand near your area, you nod your head as he smiles and touches your clothed pussy. You can feel his long coat touching your butt, you can feel his scarf on your back. You turn your head to face him, you can only see half of your face. His fingers pull down your lower clothing and his fingers move your panties to the side. He smiles as he kisses you, his fingers slowly enter your pussy. "You feel so good around my fingers" he says to you, you bite your lower lip as his fingers go deeper inside of you. Your head is in his neck as your hips slightly go against his hand, his fingers continue to pump inside of you. After some moments, you finally left loose as your juices go over his fingers. He brings his fingers to his mouth, he sucks on his fingers. "You taste so good" he says, he has more ideas for you.

FYODOR — ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ

You were both sitting across from each other, teacups in both of your hands. Sipping peacefully, the tea was warm but still hot enough. You both finished the tea and you both got up and went to your shared bedroom, hand in hand. You both sat on the bed, you were in robes. The bed felt nice and comfortable, his ushanka is on the table. It rests on the night stand, you were fixing the bed but you knew that something was going to happen. "{Yourname}" his voice calls out to you, you stop and walk over to him. He stares at you, his glaze never leaving you. "Sit down" he says, you nod your head and sit down on the bed. He pushes you more over to the bed, your legs are wrapped around his. "Show me" he says, you lift up your lower robe and he pulls down his pants. His dick springs out, it hits his stomach and he places his dick between your thighs. You watch his actions, his dick between your thighs as it goes up and down. He moves more closer as his dick rubs up and down your pussy, he moves faster but not to fast. His forehead is in yours and you feel yourself clench around nothing, you wanted his dick inside of you but he wanted to wait til marriage. He grabs your hips and moves you faster, after sometime he cums. His cum going all over your stomach and thighs, covered in his white sticky liquid.

#kittytail #kittymilk #kittypussy #kittymwah #x reader #x reader smut #bsd x reader #bsd x reader smut #dazai osamu x reader #beast dazai smut #beast bsd smut #fyodor x reader #bsd fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #fyodor smut #x female reader #bsd x female reader #female reader smut

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areyoudoingthis · 7 months

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S2 coda fic series

Wanna be with you all my life

Edstede. Rated E

Ed gets an orgasm. As a treat. - "I almost expect you to start purring any second," he jokes. The collar still sits around Ed's delicate neck, jingling softly every time he moves. The thought won't leave his head. He runs a hand slowly through Ed's hair, then smooths it down his shoulder, his bicep, repeats the gesture on his other side. "Stede, are you fucking petting me?"

The art of fishing

Edstede. Rated T

It's been a few weeks of their newfound domestic intimacy when he feels the need to say the words. He's held safely in Stede's arms, warm in their own bed, in their own room, on this ship that is their home. "You were a mermaid when I almost died." - Ed tells Stede about his near death experience. Stede comforts him.

Put the collar on, Captain

Edstede. Rated E

The collar makes an encore. - He reaches tentatively for Ed's hair, delighted to be allowed to pull it aside to reveal the expanse of his neck. He opens the clasp on the collar and reaches around Ed to slide it in place and close it securely. He doesn't miss the full body shiver that runs through Edward when the collar is resting safely against his skin once again, bell tucked neatly into the hollow of his throat. Ed turns around to look at him. He looks ethereal in the bright afternoon light, hair a halo of silver around him. His next words are like molten lava poured over Stede's head. "What would you have me do, Captain?"

Port in a storm

Edstede. Rated E

Some days he feels like he never woke up from the dream where magic was real and Stede was a mermaid. Not because this -their relationship, their life together- doesn't feel real, because it does, it feels real like the breeze on his face and the ground beneath his boots and the immensity of the sky above him, but because he never knew any of what he's experienced with Stede over the past few weeks was possible. In his wildest fantasies, maybe, he dreamed of sweet tea and fine fabrics, the warmth of good brandy sliding down his throat while the fire kept his feet cozy and Stede's voice spread like wildfire through his chest. But his imagination failed him so completely when it comes to Stede Bonnet. - Stede takes Ed dancing.

Do you want to know a secret

Edstede. Rated G

"Do you want to know a secret?" Stede whispers in his hear. "I love you, you nut. I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

Press me to your heart

Edstede. Rated E Stede draws the curtains shut, enclosing them in the dark, intimate space of the bed nook, anticipation running recklessly through his veins. He turns to Ed, looking up at him expectantly on the bed, the cascade of his hair loose around his shoulders and his eyes huge and vulnerable, bathed in the golden light of the fireworks the crew is setting off on deck. - Ed cries out, grips Stede's arm tight enough to bruise, and Stede will wear the lovely shades of purple on his skin proudly, a mark of their passion to match the ones he left on Ed's thighs earlier. "That's it, hold onto me. Let me give you what you need." He needs to take care of him so very desperately. - Picks up right after Stede closes the bed curtains. Tender, horny sex ensues.

Now I'm water

Edstede. Rated G

Ed makes his way back to Stede after watching the ships burn. - Something settles into place within him as he hacks and slashes his way back to Stede. He doesn't want to do this anymore, he's certain of that. But maybe he doesn't have to burn his bridges to get to where he's going. Maybe everything he's capable of can serve him well sometimes, maybe there's some middle ground between fisherman and pirate.

As we go hand in hand

Edstede. Rated G

The memory flashes through his mind of Ed gifting a couple of kids on the Republic a bag of gold and a pair of knives, and claiming they weren't pirates but inn owners afterwards. How long has he been thinking about this? How long has this been a dream of his?

#my fic #ofmd spoilers #there's three of them now!!!#posting them here so i can pin this

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lild00td00t · 9 months

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Hello! I hope this is an okay request. can you do headcanons for how the admirals would comfort their fem! s/o when she is on her period?

Marine Admirals when you’re on your period: Fem! Reader

Hi Anon!!! Thank you so much for the request, I enjoyed writing this, I hope you enjoyed it and that I wrote it the way you liked <3<3<3

Characters: Akainu, Kizaru, Aokiji, Fujitora, Sengoku

Akainu | Sakazuki

• Akainu would expect you to be able to handle these things on your own, but he’s not cruel. He simply feels since you’re a grown woman he doesn’t really feel the need to “ hold your hand “ in this situation

• Unless you make it very clear that you’d like his support, more so than normal, he wouldn’t be very involved because again, to him this is a normal thing for women

• That being said, he will always have medicine and analgesics at your disposal, that being hot water bottles or ice packs to alleviate cramps, he tries to leave you hot tea in the morning to reduce cramps and will offer to draw you a bath before you go to sleep

• He’s not a very affectionate person, but if you need to be held he’ll hold you in bed, and try to comfort you, which doesn’t end the best since he’s silent and awkwardly rubbing your back- but hey, he’s trying right ?

• You’ll start to notice people checking in on you more, most likely Akainus doing so he can keep tabs on how you’re doing through the day, though he can’t see you id imagine he would send a cup of tea your way, but anonymously, he’s not openly affectionate outside of your home

Kizaru | Borsalino

• Offers period sex to help with cramps

• In all seriousness, he’s definitely worried, but knows that this is a monthly ordeal, and you’ve made it just fine before, except now you have his help and he’s over the moon to be a helping hand

• Very comforting presence, if you’re the type to get mood swings or have a depressive episode before your menstration he handles it like a champ, he understands that it’s a painful and natural process you’re going through so he holds absolutely no grudge or malice

• Besides Fujitora I imagine he’s probably one of the most patient partners, he’s very affirmative of you and acknowledges that you’re in pain and he’s there to help, he’s very aware of your needs and wants as well

Aokiji | Kuzan

• also offers period sex

• He’s gonna get lost in the pad aisle, and I mean genuinely lost.

• Imagine walking into an aisle and seeing this tall, lanky man, staring blankly at all the options before him, a shopping basket loosely hanging from his arm, his brain is probably resetting itself from how hard he’s thinking

• Buys a TON of different products, you can’t help but laugh at how confounded he is, staring at everything laid out before him, still confused

• You never have a shortage of ice or even a need for a cold compress, he prefers holding you and comforting you, after all he is an ice man <3

• He wants to constantly be near you so he offers naps a lot as a temporary solution of pain relief

Fujitora | Issho

• To me, he would understand this situation whole heartedly and do the best

• If you wake up to cramps or start crying his heart will absolutely break, and the first thing he does is comfort you, he’ll rub your back and give you soft kisses on your head while reassuringly telling you he’s there to help

• Since you’ve been seeing one another he keeps pads and tampons religiously stocked in his bathroom for you, he ALWAYS has medicine and is fully prepared every month for you <3

• He loves to offer you sweets or nice savory food, he’ll slip you a chocolate bar or some cookies if he sees you around but can’t stay long

• Fujitora seems like the type of partner to keep track of when his partner would get her period, like he has it marked on a calendar and knows when to start preparing, he’s so SWEET I cannot stress this enough

Sengoku

• Will buy you SO many snacks, whatever you want to eat is what he’s eating as well, if you like to binge snacks on your period then he’s your man

• You’ll have to do a errand run with him just to make sure he doesn’t forget your products, afterwards when you come home he implores you to take a nice warm bath with him <3

• Handles most of the house work and making dinner if you’re someone who feels fatigued during your period

• His goat LOVES to snuggle up to you or follow you around, that’s a tell tale sign to him that your period is coming, his goat WILL NOT leave you alone it’s adorable

• I imagine Sengoku to be a very physical person, so he has no problem giving you a massage if you don’t feel well or need a distraction from cramps

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festering-obsession · 1 year

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Yandere! Fallen Angel x GN! Reader

Tw/Cw: Religious Themes, Slight Body Horror, Some Violence, Mentions of a Panic Attack, Yandere and Dark Themes!!

You never really considered yourself religious, and you didn't quite mind that, either. But when you found yourself down on the ground, heart pounding and tears of fear, maybe even relief? rush down your face you thanked God for it all.

By some miracle, the man who had a gun pressed against your head for a wallet you left at home had his hand clutched against the shirt near his heart foaming out the mouth. The gun that almost took your life laid stagnant against the ground in near mockery, but you were alive. And breathing.

Now what do you do? Who do you contact? Your hands clumsily pull out your phone, you didn't want to be alone at the moment. Trying to turn the screen on, and all you were met with was a red blinking battery. Fuck it, just leave quickly and go straight home.

Gathering your senses, you wanted to never even look back at that alleyway. Brushing off the dirt off your knees, your eyes gazed back to the fallen man. His hand that was once clutched tight was now loose. His hand covered, blood? The crimson liquid was slowly leaking out of his chest. Yet he didn't even scream and you certainly didn't hear the sound of a gunshot. You tore your eyes away as you walked out of there.

Pacing, walking, running, you didn't know. You were in a daze trying to reach to your apartment. Nothing felt real, and you felt numb to any thought.

"Hey, are you okay?" Someone spoke as you felt yourself bump into a stranger. And you felt yourself shake uncontrollably.

"Oh, wow, okay, let's breathe alright?" The person spoke as you looked up with blurry eyes. "You're okay, breathe with me. You're okay. I'm going to move you to sit on a bench, alright?" The lightest touch appeared on your back as you gently moved out the way and was sitting down.

The thoughts racing finally started slowing down. Your breath steadied. You felt a hand holding onto yours gently.

"Are you alright now? Here, why don't you follow me and get a warm drink." You looked up at slowly nodded. He was engulfed in a black turtleneck, long black curls tied back in a low ponytail. A few hung around his face to frame his slim face perfectly.

"Thank you so much...But I don't want to bother you too much longer. Having to calm down a stranger like that isn't really day to day." You said, head hanging down in shame. You could feel the tears and sweat drying on your skin.

"No, it's fine. On me, alright?" He smiled, and you could see the freckles dotting on his skin. "My name is Sam, yours?"

"Well if that's the case, my name is F/N." You sighed out before mentioning. "I just, saw a really traumatizing thing tonight, and I didn't know what to do..."

"If you're comfortable telling me, I can try to help you in any way I can. Now tell me, are you more of a tea or coffee type of person?" He smiled, and maybe it was the adrenaline still running off hazing your eyesight, you saw a rather pointy smile.

The walk to the coffee shop was rather quick, as many store and shops were close to eachother in this city. Yet, as the streetlights and moon lit up the path, you still felt uneasy. Sure, you almost got mugged and embarrassed yourself in public, but a gnawing one. Like you know something felt off. Even the casual conversation going on between you and Sam flowed naturally, you felt as if his eyes bore into your body a little too hard.

"Almost there, you won't regret coming here. And let me tell you, the batistas are really talented." He said joyfully. His long strides seemed to pick up as he seemed almost jittery to get there. You made sure to keep up with him.

There was no sign outside indicating it was open, but as you looked inside through the window, it seemed well decorated. Sam pushed open the door for you all too happy. The cafe was small and warmly lit. You could see coffee machines behind the dark mahogany counter.

"What do you want? It's on me!" Sam said as he looked at the "menu". Maybe you needed some stronger glasses, but the writing on the blackboards looked as if it was written in gibberish.

"Oh, thank you. I'll get the latte." You spoke as your eyes wandered around the establishment. There wasn't a worker in sight, in fact, you and Sam were the only customers. Maybe the fact it was so slow made the employees hang in the back.

Then it hit you, it doesn't even smell like coffee in here. You looked around and found the symbol of a restroom. "Hey, Sam, I'll be right back." His happy deamoner faltered and as he looked back, his face looked hazed, almost akin to a glitch.

"Oh, that's fine. I'll order for you then." As he turned back to the counter. You stepped into the bathroom and locked the door and sat on the toilet, head in hands. Fuck, today is all so weird. Just breathe, it'll pass over. Today will be a new day, you tried to affirm yourself.

You got up and looked in the mirror and gave a slight slap on both of your cheeks, just enough to wake up.

Stepping outside, it seemed as if the store was completely empty again. Almost eerily quiet except for the occasional person stepping past the cafe outside.

"Sam?" You said looking at the counter were he previously was.

"Oh, there you are!" You almost squeaked in surprise as he appeared behind you with two drinks in hand. "Here's your latte, as promised."

You gratefully grabbed the coffee and Sam led you to sit down at a booth.

"Well, that was fast." You spoke. "Not that I'm complaining though."

"Yeah, they were all ready to make the drinks so we could hopefully leave faster." Sam replied. "Now, do mind telling me what happened?"

Would you get in trouble if you told him? Should you have reported it to the police. "A guy was just following me, I didn't know where to run to." You sighed out.

"Really? If I was there, I wouldn't have minded ripping out his insides, haha! Men like that are scum." Sam laughed as he took a sip of the drink.

Rip out his guts? Sure, you agree with the sentiment but that was a little extreme to say to an acquaintance you nearly just met. You forced a laugh to not make any awkward silence awaken.

You sipped on your coffee, just to find it cold. Damn, were they that tired to try and make you leave that fast? But hey, you're not going to let down a free coffee.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. And a man entered.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing here? I just bought this fucking lot. There's nothing here to fucking steal!" He stomped up to the two of you.

Your mouth felt dry as confusion grew. Its a coffee shop, and you dont recall a "for sell" sign. You tried to stutter something out but you were at a loss for words.

"I, I don't understand." You finally got out. Your hands clutched onto the "coffee" only for you to realize it was a glass with clear liquid.

In fact, the "cafe" seemed to dissappear. The walls slowly felt as if it was melting into an abondoned plot as you sat down on a short, wooden stool.

"What are you even drinking you bitch? Get!" The man rapidly approached you. Where was Sam? What was all of this.

The old man went to yank you but Sam suddenly appeared with a tight grip on him.

It looked like Sam, but it didn't at the same time. His mood was completely changed.

"Where the fuck did you come from? Let go of me or I'm calling the damn poli-!" And the threat never came threw. Sam swiped at his chest, which caused a slight glow before the man fell to his knees, foam pouring out his mouth.

"Sam? What did you just do..?" You backed up from him and 'Sam' turned to you all too cheerfully.

"What I had to do, dearest." He spoke joyfully. He turned to you, blood dripping down his hand.

Then, he seemed to melt. Black curls and blue eyes were no more as it was replaced with something else. He reminded you of a moth, shifting out of this skin to become something unrecognizable. He seemed to glow, and long feathered hair seemed to grow. He was pale and his hair was a pure white besides his black roots. His eyes were completely black as well and when he smiled you felt your heart jump at the sight of his insanely sharp teeth.

Leathered black wings lifted behind him and the clothes he once wore had been replaced by tattered white robes that looked as if they were burnt. The tips of his hands and feet were in a grey hue.

He smiled as he approached you. A predatory like grin etched across his face and you felt the hairs on your body stand.

"Well, now you see me in all my glory, my Eden." You backed up. His eyes were focused on you. "That 'Sam' is nothing but a mere disguise, so I can show my affection for you in front of humans. Well, I wouldn't mind letting them know the true me if it means they know to not get near you."

His presence was overwhelming as he towered over you, his tattered robe pulling behind him.

"You killed him, you, you, you." You didn't know what to say beside hope it's all a dream. "Why?" You cried out.

"Oh, you dont want to know the things I have done in your name." He giggled. "You're who I place my whole and only devotion to. The only one I love and worship. Ever since I was "assigned" to you, I knew we were connected. Well." He chuckled.

"Not technically "assigned". I had to get rid of your previous Guardian before I could." You tried to push him off but before you knew, he engulfed you completely.

"My eden, do you know how hard the fall for me was?" He touched your cheek and pushed his head against your temple. "But for you, I'd do it every day if it meant being able to touch you. To even wash your feet would be a sacred duty to me."

You feel tears starting again as he holds you closer. "I need to be in your skin, but until then, this will do."

"You can't do this, you monster." You sobbed out.

"At least say my name, my Eden, please say Saleos for me." He almost near begged before laughing haughtily. You glared up at him.

"Say what you will, but you won't be able to escape me, I will follow you." His fingers grabbed your chin as he stared down onto your lips and pressed them against yours.

Even despite his huge size and sharp teeth, he was gentle. You tried pushing him off but he just gripped onto your clothes. He held you close and as if you would dissappear.

"Not even death can hold us apart."

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A/N: As much as I love writing for Hewu'itan, I decided to mix it up a bit! (I have a draft for him almost completed) I hope you enjoy Saleos and if you like him enough, I'll write more about him.

#yandere monster #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #yandere scenarios #monster boyfriend #monster lover #monster x reader #angel x reader #fallen angel x reader #monster x human

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inviouswriting · 1 year

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Closer

This is a 18+ story

Zhongli x fem!reader

This was on the backburner for a while and I was able to finish it!

Zhongli knows every hot spot to visit, and at what time of year to do so. It was not a surprise to be woken up early in the morning by him telling you to get dressed while he is bright eyed and bushy tailed.

You were half rolled out of bed and dressed, him explaining he’ll carry you once you are awake enough to be dressed. You humor him and let him dress you and care for you while you rest your head on his shoulder.

As soon as you were present for public and he had packed belongings for you, then you are whisked into his arms away to wherever he wanted to take you.

That place was a seasonal inn near the border between Sumeru and Liyue, where there are natural hot springs to soak in and fine tea that Zhongli couldn’t wait for. Expressing it is best enjoyed in the spring, by then you are more awake and eager to relax with your husband. Booking a private room together with a view all your own.

Zhongli notes how you are heading for the water instantly and takes your hand to steer you back next to him.

“We must wait a little longer. It’s not at the right temperature, you’ll overheat.” You look up at him wondering how he knows this just looking at the water. He gets you to sit down with him, getting you into a simple robe and enjoying tea in the sunlight peeking in.

You lean against his side and feel him lean into you to give more support. You did not mind when he guides you into his arms, tugging you so you are protected in his embrace and face pressed against your own. Showering affection onto you, while you soak it up.

Soon enough his voice in your ear while he nibbles on the edge of it.

“It is about time to enjoy the hot spring. I will take care of you. All you need to do is relax.” You search his amber eyes as he tugs out the tie in his hair letting it loose for a change. He collects you into his arms to stand up and carry you to the wash area.

There he takes your robe and his own, leaving them somewhere to get into later. You note the mischievous gleam to his eyes and think nothing of it when his hands begin to wash your back and massage his fingertips in to ease knots. Earning gasps and moans from his expert hands working on you.

Zhongli leaves no spot untouched, and you feel him cup your breasts to gently pinch your nipples. You turn your head to look at him, only for him to sink his teeth gently into the junction of your neck.

“Morax!” Gentle sucking at your neck while those hands roam, guiding your legs apart. Zhongli kisses his way up your jawline to an ear where he growls into it enough for you to rock your hips to his hand when he starts a rhythm of rubbing your folds.

“W-what’s gotten you so playful?” You ask him, and his kiss on your shoulder is tender with respect.

“Seeing you in such a state. Indulge me and I’ll make you see stars.” Zhongli never fails in following in on his promises, and you lean back into his chest. You feel his hands work an oil into your skin, you feel the heat from it instantly, and it heightens your sense of touch.

Your hands are cupped in his as he rubs them between his own. Zhongli brings the hand to his lips to kiss your fingertips while you fidget in front of him. You see his eyes full of mischief as his hand rubbing the oil into your skin slips down enough to coat your folds in the substance. You lift up to let him sink his fingers far enough.

He retreats his hand afterwards and resumes teasing your chest, tugging nipples between his fingers and thumbs. You are lulled into an overwhelmed state when he nips down the side of your neck till Zhongli deftly bites at the junction between neck and shoulder.

You whimper in response and are tugged into his lap getting more comfortable as he guides your legs apart with his own. The way your skin feels under his palms, he enjoys the sensation of how heated you are now. Two fingers down along your folds slipping to tease your clit already feeling how soaked you are.

“You are already feeling the effects, I wonder how you will act once I get you into the water later. This oil will work best after it sets in, and here I need to work it in.” He murmurs in your ear; you hear and feel the rumble and honeyed words. You feel however hot from your skin, your nipples and pussy when he spreads you open.

Your legs are trembling already, you whine from your throat when his fingers roll your clit between them, the pad of his thumb rubbing slow circles till you push your hips towards his hand.

“Li, I need you. I am aching.” You bite your lip looking down between how he has your legs apart with his, leaving you exposed and for him to play with. A hot breath on your ear followed with teeth grazing the flesh.

“I can feel you and see how much you want it. Not yet my flower. You’re not quite ready.” You growl frustrated at being denied relief poking just underneath. Zhongli is mesmerized with how you look, how just a few tugs on your clit or nipples makes you curl your toes.

“Li!” Long fingers slip along your folds again, spreading you open as he begins to press them inside your hole. He raises an eyebrow at just how soaked you are that he retreats his hand to look at the juices coating them.

“Maybe this oil is too much for you. I had intended to entice you a lot slower than rush you, but here you are dripping on my fingers. Look.” He holds his hand up for you to see, and you squirm in his hold. Zhongli closes his own legs and guides you to the floor. You get down as he silently demands, and instantly turn around to face him looking up meeting glowing gold eyes.

“Indulge me, then I’ll gladly give you what you need. A small condition do not play with yourself, I want you to experience pleasure from me alone. Understood? We have a contract?” You understand his words perfectly and fidget more in your spot, moving to sit in a way that you don’t unintentionally grind and break this contract.

“Yes Morax.” You answer with his name, a gentle smile on his lips but a stern stare in his eyes. He sits down in front of you and drizzles a different substance on his cock and stroke himself to smear it on better. You notice a sweet smell in the air from it and dip your head to meet his demand. You part your lips only to be met with Zhongli tilting your head up to look at him.

“Kiss me first. Then I will let you have it.” You are guided up and give him one of the sweetest of kisses he gets. A trembling press that soon turns into a full lip-lock with him holding you there till he is satisfied with the kiss. His tongue slipping into your mouth to taste you, and you don’t miss the stray hand grasping on the flesh of your ass to squeeze it. Or how he gently tugs a nipple to get you to moan into the kiss with him.

When the kiss breaks, you feel him kiss the side of your cheek. You kneel and lower your head to take his erection into your mouth. You taste honey but like the oil almost like something burns hot through your body the longer it sits on your tongue. Addictive you take more of him into your mouth already sucking and sweeping your tongue to clean him of this substance.

“You are so good to me.” Zhongli guides your head down in how he wants you to suck on him, taking him into your throat then back up for air. You focus now on breathing and not choking on him. When your head comes up you are swirling your tongue around the head, when you dive down you suck till a loud moan comes from his chest.

“That’s my girl... Ah, remember our contract.” He catches you about to touch yourself, caught up in the moment, and you still your hand moving it to roll his balls as you run his tip along your tongue and occasionally rub the shaft on your cheek.

“Morax...” Zhongli looks down to this wonderful sight of you on your knees pleasing him, with a pool of your juices drip onto the floor beneath you. He cards a hand through your hair when you take him back into your mouth letting his cock rub along the inside of your cheek now as you look up at him begging with your eyes.

“What is it my flower?” He catches your chin between his finger and thumb at the next time you come up for air, letting the very tip of his dick rest against your lips. You flick your tongue along the slit there in circles and don’t miss the way his eyes lower again to watch how you keep dripping between your thighs.

“I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.” You focus on a spot just under the head of his dick and feel him twitch because of your words. You look alluring to him, and even tease him with just focusing attention on the tip. You do not miss how his face flushes from the sight before him, or the way he grips the chair he’s sitting in. That did it.

You are guided to release him, and you do only to be pinned to the floor on your back, welcoming the cool sensation against your heated skin. You see Zhongli reach for another oil next to the one he used on you.

“This one can go inside you. And enhances both of us.” He explains as he lines himself to your opening, you sigh in relief feeling him grind himself against your folds. Slicking himself with the oil and your juices till he is lost in the sensation of feeling your heat soak him. Hotter than the oils he used still, and the way your eyes plead him in a way only he sees.

Or how you slip a hand down to spread your folds apart to invite him in. Zhongli tilts his head to the side at seeing you do this and knows he teased you enough, and he does not tease you as he lines himself up and pushes inside. You bite your lip at feeling the first push, glad for all the foreplay even with you wet he is still big and a reason for it.

Zhongli watches your face for any discomfort as he slides till, he bottoms out. He feels amazing with you fluttering around him, and seeing your face twisted with pleasure. He rests when his hips are flush with yours and gets you to cling to him. He enjoys this moment when you adjust to his size and soak in tenderness with him.

You feel kisses littered all over your face and shoulder. His hands holding your hips still as he grinds against you pushing himself deeper till he hears it. That yelp you make when the head of his cock brushes against the cervix. He makes a mental note to be gentle there and draws his hips back only to push back into you slowly. The glide makes you both moan and you cling tighter to him.

When he feels you relax in his arms, is when Zhongli really moves with you. His hands on your hips guiding your body into his thrusts, gentle but deep with long strokes. You feel every ridge he has, and the way he throbs inside when he goes back in. You search his eyes seeing them glow in the faint light around you, almost glowing from the lust itself as he picks up pace.

You feel like your senses are heightened from the oils and the aphrodisiac you licked and sucked off of him. You knew everything in the place is meant for sex, and how some things make it feel better, but you weren’t prepared for the second he pulled completely back then plunged back in hearing how wet you are, and the moans that resound out from you both.

Zhongli watches your face contort in pure bliss, and how your legs tremble when he gets you to loop them over his shoulders enabling him to get a deeper angle into you. You shudder and look away from the intense burn of his amber eyes. You can’t face him while the sound of skin against skin or the squelch of his dick in and out of your pussy.

“Look at me.” He asks you sternly, you meet his stare. Zhongli raises up to take both of your legs in his hands to hold them a certain way, he kisses an ankle making you curl your toes on that foot. His eyes drift down to see the way you have already came on his cock, the mix of your fluids around his cock as you cream.

“It’s embarrassing.” You manage out as he rocks back into you harder, chasing that one orgasm he knows you’ll make with squirting on him. Gold eyes regard you reverent as he changes his pace to build your orgasm more. Your toes curl and your legs tense till you are bounced with every thrust he makes. He minds how rough he thrusts in to not hurt you deeply, while still making you scream in pure pleasure.

You start babbling his name, and scramble to grab onto him, he lets you. Zhongli adjusts you so you cling in his arms and scream into his shoulder your hands tugging his free hair as he grinds his dick deep till, he feels what he’s been after. You gush on his lap while pulling hard on his hair while he delivers a series of punishing thrusts that make you think he was almost mad for the hair pulling.

Zhongli centers himself and you feel warmth flood your womb, your head snapping up to meet his knowing eyes. Mischief still lit in them as he guides you to lay on your back to keep going with him, he takes your hand that had the fullest grip of hair to tug the locks free. Bringing that hand up to his lips to kiss the side of your hand while keeping stare with you.

“I hope you understand, this isn’t the first of your orgasms I intend to give you. We have a long day, and many things and positions to try. I think I will have you next in the water. Yes... You won’t leave this place without being pregnant by the end of our stay.” You feel your face heat up and he sees you blushing.

“Shall we keep going till breakfast arrives? You will need energy later.” You make a noise, and he chuckles lowering down till his mouth is next to an ear, letting a deep purring growl against it.

“Yes... I think you will enjoy being tied up later. Ohh.. You do like that idea, I felt you squeeze me.”

“You madman!” You stare up at him, and he gives you a gentle look.

“Mad with love. Now... How about we see how loud I can make you.”

#zhongli #zhongli x reader #zhongli genshin impact #zhongli smut #Zhongli x female reader

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madarasgirl · 11 months

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A Night for Hunting Ch.3- Alucard

T/W: 18+, Alucard (Ultimate) x F!Reader, he is a horny creep, yandere, stalker, trespassing, no smut, noncon touch, fear play, sexual harassment, rape mentioned (but no rape).

Words: 2174 On AO3

The vampire plopped onto the couch where you were seated moments ago and stared at you expectantly. This was too uncomfortable. Not only did he follow you home at night, now he also took to trespassing into your home, which was once your only safe haven from him. You had plans to wash some fruits for your novel-reading time to finish up the day since you didn’t have work tonight. What now? Was he only going to stare? Not knowing what to do, you remained near the door with your back to a wall and stared back in dismay.

At least he wasn’t covered in blood this time. It took an absurd amount of effort and research into various at-home methods to remove the majority of the blood he left on your couch the last time he squeezed in. If you looked very closely, the faint residuals of the blood stains were still visible.

“Why didn’t you run last week?” The vampire began with a smirk. The depraved beast must have been looking forward to the chase again, to making you gasp for breath and cry. Standing up straighter, you pledged not to give him that satisfaction anymore.

“I’m tired of running.”

“Were you not frightened?” He inquired with a raised brow, folding gloved hands over his lap.

“You’re the one constantly sniffing the air. You know I’m aghast by your presence. I’d rather you leave, but what can I do?” Oh, you just wanted to read your book and escape all of this.

It was like you told him a funny joke and he chuckled smugly as he placed his hat to the side along with his sunglasses. Golden-orange pools swirled as his eyes met yours. They were a different colour? "I only wish to observe you. I will not interfere with your night."

That was blatantly a lie. He was already doing plenty to mess with your night. Your lips formed a taut line, which your unwanted guest’s smiling eyes went to immediately. You snapped.

"Don't you have better things to do than to stalk some nameless woman? Someone to shoot?" You eyed the two gleaming weapons that were poorly concealed in distress and shivered. Why does a vampire need guns? "Some poor soul to bite?"

For some reason, this monster insisted on coming to terrorize you, whether that was by stalking you through the night or invading your home. And for some reason, he didn’t kill or bite you despite his twisted nature and the seasons passing. He spent quite a lot of time on you. Why me?

You didn’t expect him to reply, but he did maintain the face-splitting grin. All was silent except for the air conditioner coming on. Keeping one eye on him, you shuffled past his seated form to retrieve your reading material and snack. You settled on the other couch because your favourite spot was occupied by the intruder.

Pulling up a plush blanket, you threw some grapes into your mouth and flipped to where you left off to start reading.

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The minutes turned to hours.

True to his word, all he did was watch you, but he was a HUGE bother. It was spooky to have inhuman eyes track your every move as you took bathroom breaks and refilled your beverage. You couldn’t even focus on the story despite reading the same lines repeatedly.

There were dark bags under your eyes from the lack of rest and you sagged in the cushy seat, but you didn’t want to lose your precious night off because of this unbidden guest. Stifling a yawn, you got up to prepare tea for yourself, getting out your favourite tea set and loose leaves to steep.

It was an Oriental black tea, his sensitive nose could differentiate. So you wanted something strong tonight, something that’ll keep you up? The vampire was comfortable on the couch, even if it was small for him. Your body heat seeped into him from the cushions and he was surrounded by your scent. He leaned back to stare at you through hooded eyes.

He had watched you flip the pages, pleased with the knowledge of your thoughts jumbling as you fruitlessly tried to ignore him and absorb the plot. He heard your drizzling stream when you relieved yourself in the bathroom. He observed how you licked your lips after taking sips from your drink, the way your gaze repeatedly flickered up in his direction to ensure no misbehaviour on his part. He scented the air and basked in your discomfort, relishing in how your heart thumped adorably quick. He wanted to touch you.

He appeared behind you in the kitchen and you jumped, nearly dropping the delicate glass and scalding yourself with burning liquid if he didn’t catch your hand in time. “Careful, little one,” he murmured. His light touch tightened after he helped you set down the fragile teapot. “Were you not going to offer your guest a drink?” You froze in shock, nails digging into the pads of your palms.

He pressed close and rumbled deeply, nuzzling the back of your head. The air conditioner fizzed off as he traced small circles on the back of your hand. The vague sound of laughter and cheers of your neighbour’s visitors carried into your unit as another door slammed shut from down the hall.

"I long for the company of a woman. It has been long since I indulged in the pleasures of human flesh." He sighed and guided your hips around so you faced him. He towered over you, the mesmerizing pits of orange and yellow continuing to spin as you locked eyes. So beautiful. Like you could fall into them forever.

"It's no wonder you have to force your company on one," you hissed at him in displeasure, though you felt no bravado. You were paralyzed with fear at the realization－this was it, why he plagued you all these months. The beast was going to rape you. You had to fight, you had to fight.

It had been too long since he last fed from the warm veins of a human, or plunged into one’s heated depths. He ached with need, caging you against the countertop with lanky arms, and you arched your back in a futile attempt to pull away to put distance between your faces. He was smiling again when he placed a silky gloved hand behind your head to pull you closer. You took quick, shallow breaths, your heart now hammering against your ribs, the hairs on your skin standing on end as his face came inches from yours. He blinked slowly, his sultry gaze running up and down to study your features.

…The warm whites of the kitchen lights caught his sharp visage, casting shadows over the ridge of his cheekbones and hollows of his eyes. His jaw was strong and well-defined. His lashes were so long, his look too suggestive. To be honest, the creature was strikingly handsome when his face wasn’t twisted into that sadistic grin.

"Oh?" He read your mind and snickered. "You think I'm handsome?" He looked much too pleased, as if he needed any confirmation. Any sighted person can attest to this being’s unholy beauty.

Don’t look at him! Recalling your past experiences of him charming you into immobility during his hunts, you clenched your eyes and began to hyperventilate. He wasn’t hypnotizing you this time, but your body was shutting down, unable to muster up the resolve to try to fight or flee. You only stood rooted to your spot in a dreamlike state, distantly experiencing what was occurring as if it was happening to someone else. The vampire could just force himself on you and there was nothing you could do to protect yourself.

The nightwalker frowned, knowing that you were assuming the worst from him, but he couldn’t help but spoil himself with a taste. How was it possible that anyone would smell this mouthwatering?

He stuck his face into your neck and inhaled, then licked at your throat whilst running his palms down your sides, all the way past your thighs to wrap around the backs of your knees. He purred. Your breath caught, so filled with fear you didn't dare breathe or look up at him.

You tolerated his touch as he stroked down your legs and back up to caress your abdomen through your clothes. You tolerated the obscene wet muscle dancing across your throat, the husky sounds of him breathing you in.

You were just plain scared. The vampire didn’t catch the heady fragrance of arousal at all.

Tears trickled down your face, which the vampire eagerly lapped up. You braved peeking out at the floor, although your abuser took up most of your field of vision. "Are you going to bite me now?"

He paused to deliberate the question. "Not unless you'd like me to. Tell me, do you fancy vampires, Dear?" His voice was sensual, rolling over you in a wave and causing you to tremble, if only it weren’t for the blasphemy of the question.

What?

The monster continued, easily disregarding the impropriety of his inquiry. "I enjoy when you scream. You have the most captivating voice. I can make you scream a different tune if you are willing," he pronounced in a coy manner. Your eyes finally lifted back to him in shock.

“I will not do something as distasteful as forcing you.” He was shameless with his outrageous flirtation (harassment). The resonant bass of his voice reverberated in your chest. “Allow me to show you a good time. I shall bring you to nirvana.”

You gawked at your oppressor in abasement with huge eyes. You stuttered, not knowing how to respond at first to the proposition. With your frightful trance broken at last, your hands darted out to shove at his chest, though it did nothing to displace him. “Absolutely not. Never,” you vowed.

Your neighbours laughed merrily again and he finally withdrew. “Shame, though I suspect you will offer yourself to me in the future.” --------------------

It took awhile to settle, but after taking a seat on shaky legs, you finally caught your breath. You couldn’t even look at the vampire after his foul attempted seduction.

You had been secretly investigating the rental of another apartment. Perhaps you could stay at your friends’ or parents’ houses while you searched for yet another home. But given how quickly he found you this time, you didn’t want to bring your loved ones trouble with this abomination.

This situation was too dangerous. Playing along to this nighttime visitor’s games simply wasn’t a sustainable arrangement in the long-term. What else could you do to get rid of him?

Your frantic mind wondered how quickly you could seal a deal with a new landlord and arrange to have your modest belongings moved, all without his knowledge. You finally had enough savings scraped together and spent it all on the last move. How long would it take to earn enough again to move even further away? Maybe a small town on the other end of England will work this time, or perhaps you needed to flee to another country? No matter, you can borrow the funds needed to move —as long as it would free you from your stalker, it would be worth it.

"Don't bother, little one. I can find your new home again easily if you move. There will be no point. Save your energy for more meaningful endeavors." He regarded you with his cheek squished against a fist, an almost bored look on his face.

He can read my mind. And any of your plans. You almost cried, but you didn’t want to let him see your misery, lest he enjoy it. Your eyes stung from the unshed tears. Pulling several Kleenexes from their box, you scrubbed your nose before blowing it loudly. You briefly considered going to the police for protection, but who would believe you? They would sooner send you to a psychiatric facility.

He tittered, "Humans." The monster said your name unexpectedly and your attention snapped to him in surprise. Cursed ruby eyes saw through you, yet you couldn’t read his expression. "I will not harm you. This I promise."

Was that really true? He could do anything to you, and you’d be defenceless against him if he chose to violate your space again, like he did just now and the entire time this past year. But then again, you were still alive, albeit scared out of your mind. Looking down at yourself, you only felt vulnerable and apprehensive. You recoiled when he reached out for you again, your knees buckling, and you found yourself held up only by the vampire’s strength..

Despite his savage expression, his touch was soft, the back of his fingers barely brushing your cheeks. You weren’t able to determine whether he was sincere or merely toying with you yet again, so you eyed him with mistrust.

"I am Alucard," he purred once more, sunset eyes flashing with fervour.

~To be Continued~

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Notes: Unless Integra commanded Alucard to fuck someone, IMO he wouldn’t force himself on an unwilling partner. Alucard is a lover, not a rapist, and after centuries of existing (and fucking randoms), he’s had plenty of orgasms of his own and is much more dedicated to giving his partners a mind-blowing experience, especially when his heightened senses (SMELL) let him enjoy their orgasms too.

No, he wasn’t going to bite us, but he 1000% would have fucked us silly if we gave him permission, without giving us the chance to think about taking it back.

The vulnerability and helplessness that comes with the territory of potential rape by an unknown male is all encompassing, taking over all other thought processes. I hope the fear the Reader felt was well-conveyed. I think feeling sexually vulnerable is an experience that the vast majority of women (and many other groups of people) probably experience at some point.

#alucard x you #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard #alucard fanfiction #alucard #alucard hellsing #yandere alucard #yandere #male yandere #hellsing fandom

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ilumin · 1 year

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Thinking of...

Small TW: Knifes, Blood (but nothing too specific and too gory), Diluc being a total simp and total emo Batman ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Helpless!Diluc who's having the biggest crush on you, but in the same time is too shy to even talk to you. Unbelievable, right?

This Diluc Ragnvindr, this big, scary man, always so serious and stoic. The owner of the best winery in the Mondstadt, and a famous bar called Angel's Share.

But yes, it is true that everytime he sees you, his knees are getting weak.

How, you would ask? Let me explain.

He saw you once, he saw you twice, nothing out of ordinary. He knew your name, your face since you were his regular client. You were nice, funny, respectful to his boundaries.

And surprisingly, talking with you wasn't so... Tiring. Kaeya and Venti are the reasons for his daily migraine so small chat with someone... Not blinded by alcohol was very refreshing. Even if never was into small talk.

Before he realized, he started to wonder when you'll come to bar again, what will you two talk about or which drink you'll like to have today.

You helped him find colors in this black and white world filled with so much darkness. Helped him smile again after death of his father. Helped him feel full again.

He wished to have a chance to meet you outside of a bar... To get to know you better, what you like or not. What is your favorite drink, color, game. But didn't know it'll happen faster than he thinks.

You, as a normal citizen of Mondstadt, were just minding your business. Night came in one strike, sending thousands of stars above you and a shiny moon that lit up your way.

It was something near 10 pm, as you were walking slowly back to the main city from Springvale. It's been an incredible family dinner, you must say.

Time passed as you got through the gates of city, soldiers saying you quick "good evening" before going back to guard the entrance.

Lost in your thoughts, and amazed by the beautiful night sky, surprisingly, you felt a harsh movement, and before you could even think of any reaction, your back was pushed against the wall.

A Treasure Hoarder? What on the Celestia is he doing here? You wanted to scream, but he quickly covered your mouth with his hand, and put a knife right under your chin.

"Scream and I'll make you know how does it feel to loose your head."

"Hurt them and I'll make you burn alive"

Another person came into the scene, dark black coat covering their body, a flamy red hair tucked into high ponytail and a white mask that hides their facial features, leaving only eyes and mouth.

They held a giant red and black clamore that clearly matches their appearance.

This, in fact, was your first time meeting outside the bar.

And surely not last.

"Just stay still!" You murmured nervously, clenching your teeth. His white shirt, now blood stained from his wound. Bleeding already stopped but his whole body still shivered in pain, esper when you touched it with a bandage.

He was hissing and groaning in pain as you clear his body from his own blood.

How had this happened? Well, the Treasure Hoarder wasn’t alone.

In the rush of the moment, another man came into the scene— he had a bow in his hands as he shot the Darknight Hero, who tried to protect you with his body.

Arrow got right into his arm, ripping his coat, skin and flesh, sending a wave of sharp pain through his body.

Diluc was wounded before, and he knew how to deal with problems like this. Even if still in pain, he kicked both of thieves out of the City, giving them a lesson of their lives.

He almost escaped, well, almost.

You took him by the hand and ignoring all his protests (which was pretty impressing, he's far taller and stronger, how the hell did you do that???), you lead him to your own house, proposing that you'll take care of his wounds.

And that's how he ended up here like this.

Which is actually pretty funny, he thought about meeting you, going on some dinner or tea, or even spending an evening in your or his house but this? This wasn't the thing he was imaging.

"I'm... Ugh, trying" he hisses again, feeling the cold material being slowly wrapped around his hurting arm. You bit your lip, focused on not hurting him more. At the same time, you felt like the awkward silence wasn't helping much in this situation.

You sigh loudly, looking at his bare back. Diluc in the meantime started to get a little bit nervous. Maybe he really should leave? Now, you know about his second identity, you're thinking Archons know what about him now.

"You know" he started, slowly pressing on his feet.

"I shouldn't waste your time, I'll just go-"

"Please stay" you grab his forearm, gently but strong enough to catch his attention.

"What?" he asked slowly, staring into your eyes.

Even if his who back hurted, even if his mind rushed with thousand of thoughts, he couldn't, just couldn't took his eyes from you.

"You're hurt... Please... I want to help you. Just like you helped me." From his forearm, your hand slipped slowly into his bigger one.

You stroke his hand with your thumb and this one small action already made him melt in place.

He slowly sat next to you, trying to get a grip on his words.

And then he slowly said.

"You've already helped me more than you think"

Thank you so much for Reading!!!

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ohbo-ohno · 8 months

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that one ask where Simon dumped and injured Johnny in reader as punishment. What if that was what it took? What if something in her brain clicked like “ I hate these men they hurt me but he’s injured and he’s hurting and I can’t just leave him there”. So she’s just a little sweeter, sits by him, cards her fingers through his hair, songs to him and tells him stories, maybe even let’s a pet name loose “Bonnie could you get me some tea🥺?’ “Of course my love” and Johnnys 1. Rock hard now 2. Almost crying from joy. Goes from 🥺 to 🥹. IMMEDIATELY calls up Simon telling him what happened and NOW Simon is all grumpy, this was supposed to be a punishment goddammit!!!! But he can’t punish you for being all lovey-dovey so he just pouts. This is Simon 👉 😒😚😗😗😗😒

heyo this one is the exact opposite of the one i just answered! love to see it lol

this would be like the perfect time for you to soften to them, or at least to johnny. it's already been sinking in that you're really never getting away, and now you have to confront the fact that it's very possible they might fucking die????? yeah no. that's not okay.

you'd be really worried about johnny. he and simon are used to being injured near constantly, but you?? you're a regular person. broken ribs aren't normal to you. so you totally hover over him, get real stressed about the way he's laying, offer to get him anything he needs. and once johnny realizes that you're like actually concerned for his wellbeing?? oh my goddddd, he plays that shit up. pouts up at you, asks you to maybe fluff his pillows a bit? and stares down at your chest when you do it. asks you to feed him his food and licks at your fingers when they get too close. maybe one night you sing a little song, something someone important to you used to sing when you were sick, but he's awake and just completely in awe of you. can't believe you're his <3

if he asked you to bring him some tea and you responded with "what kind, hon?" or literally any variation, he would be gone. just somewhere in the stars, certainly not in the room with you. he'd stutter some sort of instinctual answer and be on the phone with simon the instant you left the room. just gushing about how he's hun now and you know what hun is short for? honey! you called him honey!!!!

simon is sooo fucking pissy over it. poutisest you've ever seen the man

and you realize what you said when you come back with the stupid tea and johnny's all cocky and preening :/ makes you all stand-offish until he can coax you into being sweet for him again <3

#asks and answers #ghoap x reader #bo writes

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gravedigginbbydoll · 8 months

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Sweeter Than Sweet Tea

Eddie x Southern! Fem! Reader Blurb

AN: Hey y'all! So this came up while I was rewatching Steel Magnolias (one of my favorites)! I myself am Southern if you can't tell (lol). I def amped up the reader's southern belle persona, but it's a cute little bit of fluff to keep ya goin! But now I'm craving southern homecooking (namely fried okra and fried green tomatoes) and weirdly ambrosia salad and green salad (it's not really salad, its like fruit and whipped cream and nuts lol). But anyways enjoy and please reblog and like as per usual!

Warnings: Bullying, Southern Slang, Slight VIolence, Enemies to Lovers sorta, Fluff

When Eddie first met you, it was the equivalent of an old schoolyard crush. For some odd reason, he loved to get on your nerves. He’d tug on the closest part of you, make some inappropriate comment, and grin ear to ear as you tore into him. You never quite understood why. Until that fateful summer evening.

Indiana got hot, sure, but nowhere near as blazin’ hot as your home back down south. You figured that was why some folks in Hawkins sometimes were so snooty, the summer sun wasn’t enough to melt their frigid hearts. Then again, you didn’t much miss the sweltering summers or the way the older women with hair higher than the heavens in your hometown would glare and mumble about you headin’ straight to the devil’s whorehouse for simply being comfortable.

You were in town having a day for yourself, dressed as pretty as a magnolia in May. You wore your favorite sundress with some wedge sandals, your toes painted a pretty pale blue. You were looking around in the old antique shop, smiling down softly at a set of delicate plates. You were pondering buying it (after all, 5 dollars was a steal), when you felt a tug on your dress. You turned around, clouds setting on your sunny disposition at the sight of the ever rebellious Munson boy. He was dressed in a dark pair of jeans and a loose band t-shirt, his leather jacket hanging off of his shoulders. A cigarette hung from his mouth loosely as he grinned.

“You headed to church, Darlin’?,” Eddie teased, exaggerating the drawl to mock your own.

You frowned, pouting up at him. “No. I like to dress nice for myself. Now leave me be…” You scanned him up and down, frowning disapprovingly at his cigarette despite it being unlit. “And take that thing out of your mouth, for cryin’ out loud. You’ll give Mr. Millan a heart attack if you set off the fire alarm.”

Eddie smirked while removing the unlit cigarette and tucking it into his jacket pocket, clearly not taking the hint. You tried walking away but he followed on your tail like a lost puppy. “C’mon sweetheart. It’s hard not to tease you when you look like you’re about to be awarded the best lil pupil in Sunday School.”

You glared at him, out of the corner of your eye, your annoyance growing. “Well, now, Eddie Munson, I didn’t think you’d know what a church was if it landed on your backside. Can’t you ever learn to leave me alone?”

Eddie’s eyes twinkled with mischief, his face full of boyish charm. If he wouldn’t be such a damn nuisance, you might have found his teasing charming…hell, adorable, even. He leaned against a shelf full of knick knacks and dusty books, looking comically large next to the tiny items. “Sorry, kid. You’re fun to mess with.”

You huffed, turning to look at the collection of odd salt and pepper shakers and cookbooks. “You know I am not a child and I know you have about as much maturity as one.” You thumbed through a cookbook to keep yourself busy, scrunching up your nose at the recipes. You sure did miss pecans, frito pie, sweet cornbread and fried okra. Hell, you even missed those potlucks your mama used to host full of old gossipers trying to catch the latest town news. At least those old coots knew what an ambrosia salad or fried green tomatoes were. You placed the book back down.

Eddie tugged on your dress again, grinning so wide you thought his mouth would split open as you spun around in a huff and yanked the pretty fabric out of his rough hands. “Now will you quit it! I’ve ‘bout had it with your dumbass!,” You exclaimed as quietly as you could in the practically empty store. You felt your accent come out thickener as your face heated up. “I'm leavin’ now. Good day, Eddie Munson.” And with a huff and a swish of your skirt, you were out the doors and back into the warm embrace of the sun, headed to Patty’s Ice Cream Parlor. You weren’t going to let that damned fool ruin your day out.

You were sitting at a booth, enjoying your solo sundae of butter pecan ice cream and hot fudge. You sat there, stewing over Eddie’s consistent annoying quips and his obsession with bothering you. You stabbed your ice cream with the spoon, huffing softly. Where did he get off on bothering you anyway? You usually were polite and kept to yourself in town. You hadn’t made many friends outside of Nancy Wheeler who worked with you part time at the local dress shop when she was home from college. Maybe he found your mannerism funny, kinda like Jason Carver and his wife Chrissy Cunningham.

Chrissy and Jason often showed up to your job. The two were known as the town high school sweethearts who stuck around, Jason inheriting his fathers business while Chrissy stayed home. The two had it out for you since day one in town. You had shown up, dressed casually with your favorite pair of cowboy boots on and a cowboy hat to block out the sun. Chrissy and Jason had just happened to be at the diner you had stopped in, happy to welcome a pot of coffee and some pancakes. You sat at a booth, laying your hat down the right way, looking around. Hawkins had that old school charm. However, within the first few minutes, you’d received some backhanded compliments from the Hawkins’ Sweethearts themselves. Jason and Chrissy couldn’t help ever since then to laugh at your funny drawl, the foods you cooked, or even the clothes you wore. It was a pain.

As if the two were summoned by your thoughts, you saw them waltz through the door, arm in arm, giggling away. You sunk in your seat, staring down into your sundae and hoping to disappear. You heard a jingle of a chain and a flash of black as Eddie came into the seat in front of you, making you sit up and forget about Chrissy and Jason.

“Hey, Darlin’, I couldn’t help but-”

“Edward Munson, leave me alone. I’ve had it with you-” You stood up to walk away, only to be met with a cone of chocolate ice cream smeared across the front of your favorite dress. You gasped, looking up into the eyes of Chrissy who stood there with an evil smile. “Oops. Sorry, hun,” She drawled out, face twisted into a sneer as Jason laughed. You felt your eyes sting with tears as you sniffled and the room blurred. With a muttered, “Pardon,” you ran off to the bathroom.

You stood in the bathroom, wiping at the gown with fury, wet paper towels piling up on the counter. You sniffled, trying to keep from crying. Why did you even try? Everyone in town laughed at you and called you a “Hillbilly Belle”, makin’ fun of you for your upbringing. You charmed the socks off of the older folk but got yelled at for calling people ma’am and sir, all of them assuming you were calling them old. You sniffled and wiped at your eyes, splashing water on your face with determination. You’d go out there, smiling and bright as ever, head home, and put on some Dolly Parton and some comfy clothes, snack on some Moon Pies and maybe even make a nice cold pitcher of sweet tea.

You were headed out of the bathroom and down the hallway when you heard some arguing in the main area of the shop, the teen employees all terrified and huddled in the corner. You peeked around the corner, surprised to see the impressively angry Eddie have a fistful of Jason’s shirt and growling out some threats.

“You keep your filthy grubby hands and your wife’s gross self away from that girl, you hear? She is too good for this town and I’m not letting two assholes like you run her off because you have nothing better to do with your life. Now leave a fuckin’ 50 on the table to pay for that pretty dress you ruined and get the hell out of here before I kick your ass.”

Jason scoffed, eyebrows furrowed and expression in a snarl. “Whatever, freak. You would defend that hick. It’s not like she knows anything but how to farm and suck-”

A sickening crack echoed through the ice cream shop and in a blur of arms and legs, you saw Jason laying across the tile flooring, holding his nose while groaning. Eddie stood over him, fists clenched at his side and shaking as your heart soared. “Now leave, jackass. Otherwise I’ll do a lot more than just break your nose.” Eddie’s tone took on a fearful growl, your skin raising in goosebumps and your face heating up as your breath was caught. Something about the boy who was usually chipper and overly flirtatious with you turning into a ticking time bomb at the first instance of you feeling unhappy made your heart skip a beat and your legs squeeze together. Jason scrambled to get up, dropping a 50 dollar bill on your table, rushing with Chrissy out the door. You shyly rounded the corner, watching as Eddie glared after them, hands still clenched.

“Eddie?,” You softly called, the middle of the ice cream shop empty except for the two of the and the few teen employees who were probably waiting for you and Eddie to leave in fear of the protective metalhead.

Eddie spun around, face softening as he walked up to you, careful to not touch you as he searched your face and person. “You alright? I’m sorry those two were being such jerks-”

You felt your heart thump in your chest as you looked up at him, biting your lip. “Why did you do that?”

Eddie looked shocked, his face going ashen. “You saw that?”

You nodded.

Eddie ran a hand down his face, sighing and looking about 5 years older. He bit his lip for a bit before looking at you and sincerity came across his face. “Look, I know it seems silly but…I like you a lot. Your silly little twang, the way you dress. I love how every time I go to Benny’s I know if you’re there based on if Dolly Parton is played on the old jukebox. I love how cute you are when you’re annoyed and how you’re the most polite person I know unless it’s with me. I like ya, Darling. And I don’t really like people messing with my things or friends,” He trailed off, playing with the rings on his bloodied knuckles, gaze drifting away in shyness.

Your heart jumped to your threat, your mind racing. Now all the pieces of the puzzle made sense to you. Why Eddie hummed Dolly around you, why he left honeysuckles in your mailbox back home, or why he would stop by the dress shop at least once every few weeks claiming to be looking for something for his ‘cousin’ only to leave empty handed. You felt your insides turn syrupy sweet as you melted and kicked yourself for not realizing sooner.

“Now we don’t-”

You cut him off with a hand, looking up and smiling. “Tomorrow. Pick me up at 6 P.M. Dinner.” You poked him with a manicured nail softly in the chest, giving him a stern look. “And dress nicely please. It’s a date, not a football game.”

Eddie perked up, grinning ear to ear as he blushed dark red. “Y-yeah, okay.”

You walked off as he stood there in shock, completely forgetting about the big stain on your dress and waving bye, butterflies erupting in your stomach. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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No because I love your hotd-stuff, I would love to request something about Aemonds fiancee facing some internal dilemma. Her fiance is handsome, skilled, smart and gentle - but she can not seem to resist giving in to his brother Aegons advances

"Meet me in the North tower."

You'd found the letter stuck underneath the wine pitcher your handmaiden brought in. Immediately, you knew who had sent it: Aegon. Ever since you'd arrived in King's Landing, meant to be betrothed and married to Aemond Targaryen, Aegon made it a mission to charm you. So many reasons screamed at you not to go:

Aegon was married with two children. He was a drunken fool who usually slept in most mornings. He gambled too much. He got into fights he should've walked away from. He made lewd jokes at other people's expense; didn't care about duty or responsibilities. Family name and standing did not matter to the prince. He lived as he pleased. He is everything your parents wished you to stay away from.

Aemond was your betrothed, and you couldn't ask for a finer man. Skilled with a sword, he worked on his mind just as much. The both of you shared common interests in books and history. You enjoyed your garden walks in the morning and the tea time you both spent together every day. You've known Aemond and Aegon most of your life, since you and Aemond were betrothed at ages six and seven. Yet, Aemond was so...proper. He never made advances or tried to steal a kiss like Aegon had on occasion. He didn't leer at you, make sexual suggestions or flirt with you at all. A perfect gentleman, which you liked. Aemond made you feel like a true noble lady; the damsel to his hero. You loved him. You always have.

But, Aegon seemed so free from it all. He loosely played by court rules and etiquette, while Aemond lived by them. You liked the drinking games you both played at feasts and the times Aegon snuck you out of the city. You two never went far. He knew boundaries, at least. Yet, as you looked at the note in your hands, that boundary grew very thin.

You told your handmaiden you would be in the library for a while, and not to disturb you. It was a good choice. North Tower is near the library, so once you and Aegon finish, you can sit there and pretend you never left. Bypassing several guards and other nobles in the castle, Abandoned many years ago, North Tower is one of the older parts of the keep. Tall and facing towards the heart of King's Landing, you climbed up the spiraled staircase. Air became stuffy inside the faded red brick walls. Sunlight broke through the cracks and windows, so your way was halfway lit for you. The higher it went, the hotter the air became. You smelled the musty air when you reached the tower room. Cobwebs covered corners of the room, broken furniture and disused armor laid around like a storage place. This was where broken things went to die. Seeing the dust everywhere, you knew nobody came here.

"We're completely alone up here."

Aegon's voice made you jump. Hair cropped short, wavy and greasy, he was the exact opposite of the tall and lean Aemond. Another difference you liked.

You shouldn't be here.

You loved Aemond, and if he learned about this, he'd be so hurt. Thinking of his sharp, narrow face falling when he learns what you've done, broke your heart. Aemond pretended nothing bothered him, but you knew the pain lingered underneath the surface. It'd break his heart. He put so much trust in you; you are one of the few who have seen him open and vulnerable. You hated thinking of what might happen if he ever learned about it.

'That's why you need to leave.’

"Nobody comes up to this place," he said, smirking as he came closer to you.

Light eyes looked down your body, seeing you in the pale blue dress you'd chosen to wear. He strutted over to you through the dark room, before cupping your chin. Your lips met his gently like so many times before. You could taste the wine on his lips; smell the smoke on his clothes. Aemond only kissed you once. It’d been a chaste peck that he’d stolen before anyone noticed. He told you he couldn’t resist with you so close. Aegon, however, had no trouble fulfilling your needs. You knew you should stop, pressing into a table when you kiss grew deeper, but how could you? You’d already dipped your toes in the pool; it only made sense to dive into the water.

“Let me,” he whispered, lifting your dress slowly while you kissed, “Let me take it. Please.”

“I can’t,” you said. “If I lose my maidenhead, Aemond will know.”

“Psh, how? I doubt he even knows where to put it.” He slid his hand between your thighs, and you gasped at the fingers rubbing through your clothes. “I tried educating him once, but I don’t think he got very far. You need someone more...experienced,” he started kissing down your neck as he pushed through the layers of clothing to touch your pussy. You timidly untied his breeches, and slipped your hand inside. You could still turn back before anyone noticed. “Someone who knows how to pleasure you properly.”

“I told you,” you began stroking his half-hard cock while he rolled his fingers around your center. The sensations running through caused your body to burn; you shut your eyes as you focused on the hand sliding against your clit. “I have to save it for Aemond. I...I don’t think I could handle lying to him that way.”

“You’re already lying to him,” he called out your weak excuse. “You told him you’d be going to the library, but you’re actually up here with me.”

“I...”

Truth be told, you did not know why you came. The naughtiness of it all exciting you? The secrecy making it feel more special than it truly is? The thrill of possibly being caught at any time? You weren’t sure. You continued stroking Aegon, who began palming your breast while starting to slide a finger inside you, but you kept thinking of Aemond. Your tall, handsome, aloof soldier who’d been nothing but a gentleman with you. The man you wished you forget his morals for a few minutes and touch you the way Aegon did not. A second finger filled you, and you grabbed onto Aegon’s shoulder. Aegon’s fingers did sting for a bit. You thought you should be wet; that’s what you’d heard from other ladies you knew. But, there seemed to not be much. You felt his thumb rub over your clit, brushing the hardness in the middle and the folds around it. It brought slight pangs of pleasure like you thought it would. You needed to be quick before someone came and found you.

It took only a few more pumps before Aegon was holding onto the table, hunched over your shoulder and grunting. You felt something hot and sticky touch your hand, getting caught in between your skin and the breeches. You attempted to ride Aegon’s hand in hopes of finding some sort of pleasure, but he pulled out almost immediately.

“Aegon,” you looked at him, disappointed and confused, “We haven’t finished.”

“This is how quick ones work, my lady,” he said, beginning to tie his breeches back up, “You need to do some of the work yourself.”

“I’d never done...I didn’t know...”

“Now you do. Lesson learned, right?”

Shame immediately fell over you. Aegon’s fingers had left an impression inside you, which you tried rubbing off with your thighs. You should never have come. You felt foolish for falling for the charms of a drunken idiot like Aegon, when you had Aemond nearby.

“You’re not...” Aegon began, seeing you awkward stance, “You’re not going to tell Aemond, are you?”

“Of course not!”

“Oh good,” he said, relieved, “He’ll probably decapitate me if he knew.” He dared to kiss your lips, “If you ever want more, you know where to find me.”

You watched him leave first, the guilt starting to fester in your stomach. Aemond could never know what happened. You needed to pretend the whole mess had never happened. Even with the arousal still inside you, you could walk it off. You left the tower. You managed to keep your tears back throughout the walk to your chambers. Not even the guard at your door noticed. When you shut the door, you thought you were alone, but quickly realized you weren’t.

“Aemond!”

Your worst fear had happened: Aemond knew. You could tell from his face.

You worried about what came next.

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