#now to stop being lazy and draw him more often

[planet-dusk]

Ghost!pirate!hongjoong who follows you around after you visited the museum his ship wreck ruins were being displayed at. He just follows you around and helps you when you need to, gets inside your dreams and eats you out till you have to get up but sometimes tells you stories about his crew and old times, who also really dislikes your bff who he sees as someone he should get rid off bc he just looks at you in a irritating way

He is just trying to protect you, dont try to stop him, you wont be able to anyways

🏷️ kim hongjoong x fem!reader. cw ; yandere!hongjoong, ghost!hongjoong, dub/noncon, somnophilia, oral (f), fingering, edging, possessive and other toxic yandere behavior ( 470 w. )

minors dni. for mature audiences only !

you're not sure where the pirate who keeps showing up in your dreams came from, but on some days you swear he almost feels real. you've got used to his presence (sometimes even looking forward to it) but even after all those months there's something about his lazy, calculating smile that makes your blood run cold.

at night you wake with his dark head of hair between your legs, tongue already parting your folds and your slick dripping down his chin. he never does anything more than that: eats you out until your legs are shaking, then disappears into thin air, leaving you aching and empty. no matter how much you beg his shining eyes never change, never give in.

you like the tales about his old crew (where are they now? he doesn't tell and you don't dare ask), and the way his face lights up when he talks about his members almost makes him look human. 8 makes one team. the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb. stories from another time, so vivid it's as if you're there with them. it's easy to get lost in him. you're going out less often these days, heading home after work as soon as you can because you know he might be waiting for you. his visits aren't limited to the nights any more, even though he's unreliable and flaky; sometimes he doesn't show up for days at a time, sometimes he stays with you for hours.

it only makes you more eager to stay home and wait for him. what if you go out and miss him? he might get angry again, it wouldn't be the first time, waking you with his fingers deep inside your cunt for seven nights straight — and removing them right before you could reach your peak. every time you fell asleep he'd wake you up, turning you into a begging mess. the dark circles under your eyes grew with each passing night. there was no point in fighting him; he'd pinned your hands above your head when you'd tried to relieve yourself, surprising strength in such a lithe body.

and on the seventh night, when he was finally satisfied with your sobs, he'd kissed you for the first time and told you the salt on your cheeks reminded him of the sea, his first love. he'd never thought he'd find someone as pretty as her until fate had brought you together.

"you're mine, and mine alone. don't you ever forget it." he'd reinforced his words by finally, finally letting the waves of sweet bliss overtake you.

slowly, hongjoong draws you away from your coworkers. your friends. your family. even your best friend. the only thing on your mind is him, the only one you need in life: your captain.

© planet-dusk do not copy, translate or repost my works.

#answered #yandere-stories #ateez smut #ateez hard hours #ateez imagines #ateez headcanons #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #hongjoong smut #hongjoong x reader #;ateez blurbs #tw: dubcon #tw: yandere

[baldval]

Could you do individual head cannons of Charlie, Vaggie, Angel Dust, Niffty, and Husk's responses to a female reader asking to play with their hair?

PLAYING W THEIR HAIR!₊˚⊹♡

characters: charlie, vaggie, angel dust, niffty, husk

warnings: any of these could be read as platonic or romantic!!

a/n: the headcanons constantly change between general headcanons to more story-like depending on the character??? i just did whatever i felt like doing sorry if that feels confusing

CHARLIE:

ᯓ charlie is a busy girl

ᯓ and with everything that's been going on at the hotel, she most definitely needs some rest

ᯓ so just imagine her at her desk

ᯓ there are papers everywhere, on the floor, around her, under her

ᯓ she thought she’d only rest her eyes for a moment

ᯓ you cannot help but run your fingers through her hair as you walk by, wanting to brush it away from her eyes

ᯓ it will tickle otherwise

ᯓ you don’t want to wake her

ᯓ you know she needs rest

ᯓ but how can you resist when she looks so beautiful, softly breathing in her peaceful slumber

ᯓ and so your body moves of its own accord

ᯓ she lets out a small moan, her eyes flickering open in quizzical confusion

ᯓ and you retract your hand, hoping she’ll go back to dozing if you can just walk away silently enough

ᯓ long, warm fingers instantly grab at you, guiding your hand back to the soft, silky locks on her head

ᯓ “don’t stop,” she murmurs with a blissful smile on her face as her eyes close once more

VAGGIE:

ᯓ you can't help it

ᯓ you love playing with vaggie's hair as much as she lets you

ᯓ which is often, because she secretly loves it

ᯓ even if she won't admit it, vaggie sometimes craves the feeling of your fingers running through her hair

ᯓ in her defense, you have gentle hands

ᯓ for you, it's because her hair is soft

ᯓ and all too "sweepable"

ᯓ and you often brush the strands away from her eyes

ᯓ especially during lazy moments lying in bed, or canoodled on the couch

ᯓ other times, you'll lay against her chest, letting the rise and fall of her breath move you

ᯓ and you'll unconsciously reach up to toy with the soft ends of her hair

ᯓ or she'll occasionally allow herself to lay in your lap while you have your way

ANGEL DUST:

ᯓ angel loves when you play with his hair

ᯓ it's amazing how he immediately leans into your touch

ᯓ without any doubt, he's at his most relaxed when he feels the gentle sweep of your fingers

ᯓ could be in his hair, massaging his head, stroking his face or his neck

ᯓ although there's something about your fingers combing through his hair that just makes him feel so... soft

ᯓ and you know he loves it

ᯓ it's gotten to the point where you do it almost absently, out of habit

ᯓ sometimes he even falls asleep at your ministrations

ᯓ but he's also very aware of your touch

ᯓ in general, he's all too self-aware when it comes to people touching him/drawing within his personal space

ᯓ could be a consequence of all the abuse he's gone through, though he doesn't acknowledge it

ᯓ you don't even realise this, but you're helping him just with your calming touch.

ᯓ it comforts both of you, if in different ways.

NIFFTY:

ᯓ niffty is the type of person who just LOVES her hair

ᯓ she keeps it always knotless and almost impossibly clean

ᯓ she won't really let anyone touch it in fear of seeing it messy

ᯓ however there are some exceptions

ᯓ one of them being you, of course

ᯓ one day you comment how good she would look with two pigtail braids

ᯓ she turns to look at you

ᯓ "why, thank you! i just... i don't really know how to braid my hair"

ᯓ and so you offer to braid it for her

ᯓ and she accepts

ᯓ and she LOVES it

ᯓ not only the final result but also the way her head feels as your fingers separate her hair and start combing through it

ᯓ so from now on, whenever niffty is feeling like it, she'll ask if you can braid her hair

ᯓ and you'll accept it

ᯓ and you'll both love it

HUSK:

ᯓ when you first realised how much husk loved when you played with his hair, you were surprised

ᯓ because he loves LOVES it

ᯓ so let’s say you’re sitting on a chair or couch or whatever and he’s chilling on the ground between your legs while you guys watch a movie or show

ᯓ and suddenly, just because it looks so fluffy, you reach out and comb your fingers through his hair

ᯓ first time you do it he tilts his head all the way back to look quizzically at you

ᯓ and you apologize but he’s like “no no no- do it again”

ᯓ and you do and he sighs happily and puts his head back down

ᯓ as you get more comfortable with it and roam your fingers across his scalp

ᯓ and gently scratch his scalp he nearly starts purring

ᯓ generally, his body oozes with pleasure

ᯓ i’m talkin shoulders slumping, muscles relaxing, he probably goes kinda dead-weight

ᯓ when he relaxes his neck his head kinda flops either to the side or backward

ᯓ so either into your lap or against your knee or thigh.

ᯓ he can be pretty vocal about it too

ᯓ like a heavy but content sigh, or really long hum, or praises

ᯓ and when you play with his hair just the right way it’s all of the above

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #charlie morningstar x reader #charlie morningstar imagine #charlie morningstar headcanon #hazbin hotel headcanon #cursed cat alastor #charlie morningstar #vaggie hazbin hotel #vaggie x reader #vaggie headcanons #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust x reader #angel dust headcanons #niffty hazbin hotel #niffty hazbin x reader #niffty hazbin headcanons #husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk #husk headcanons #husk hazbin hotel headcanon

[moremaybank]

For the vampire Mikaelson’s, what part of their lovers body is their favourite place to bite? Neck, wrist, inner thigh etc and how likely are they to ravish them or make it a more intimate experience? 🖤

vampire!mikaelson's favourite place to feed from you...

a/n: i didn't include finn because ik he hated being a vampire and i honestly don't think he'd really enjoy it. also, i'm lazy. oops. 18+, sort of sexual content/sexual themes (not full smut but explicit mentions of it)

mikaelson siblings masterlist

elijah

i think elijah would love drinking from your wrist

i feel like his biggest fear would be hurting you, especially after how he learned that he was the one who killed tatia

he often doesn't trust himself when it comes to the women he loves. in turn, he will pierce your wrist as he drinks from you, one hand pressing it to his mouth while his other hand cups your face gently, holding your gaze on him. his eyes remain open, and they're fixed on you as a silent reminder not to get carried away and draw more blood than he should

i also feel like the eye contact makes it so much more intimate and makes the experience more special

if the two of you are making love and you ask him to feed on you, he has mixed emotions. he doesn't want to cause you any pain, but the feeling of feeding from you while he fucks you is wondrous

and so he hesitates

but all it takes is a whole lot of love and encouragement to get him there. you tell him you know he wouldn't willingly hurt you, and that you trust him more than you've ever trusted anyone

"please, 'lijah. i want you to. i want to satiate every one of your carnal desires. let me do this for you."

he is now putty in your hands

klaus

klaus loves sinking his fangs into your neck

99.9% of the time that he feeds on you is when you're in bed

the man is kinky, we all know that

once he gets a taste of you, he's going full on feral

he can truly feel you everywhere and he's so obsessed with you that it just gets him excited

he'll have one hand bracing the side of your neck he isn't drinking from, keeping you in place

he'll litter wet kisses over the skin, nibbling here and there and leaving behind small love bites if he's in the mood to mark you a little bit more

he begins to pound into you rougher as he feels the satisfaction of your blood sliding down his throat

it's hot, and tingly, and you

the man simply cannot resist

your cries are getting louder and it's spurring him on even more

he pulls back from your neck and you see the blood dripping from his lips, and he kisses you

you taste the savoury, metallic flavour of your blood

it's so sexy you lose your mind and fall apart as he pounds into you

is it hot in here? i just started sweating randonly. wonder what that's about

kol

kol, kol, kol

our cheeky little bastard

he's obsessed with feeding from your inner thighs

his large hands are kneading and squeezing your flesh, fingers brushing and trailing over your skin and getting you all worked up as he inches closer and closer to where you yearn for him the most

"kol, stop teasing"

he draws his fangs out

"all in good time, darling. i'm enjoying you"

he's such a fucking tease it's torturous

but you can't lie about the fact that it pays off in the end

also, not to be crude, but...if you have a uterus and happen to be on your period...

man is straight FEASTING

this is just so on brand for him though, not gonna lie

he's a psychopath in the best way possible and he's down for anything

"i can smell you from here, love, but i'd much rather be tasting you"

like babes, you can do whatever you want

"did i mention that orgasms help soothe menstrual cramps? no? well, they do. i'm just saying"

rebekah

i feel like our bex is a tits person

i can just imagine it

you're walking around in a low cut top and her eyes land on the bite marks adorning the ample flesh of your breasts

and it sends her off the deep endddd

she does her little smirk as her eyes trail down and you're blushing

"bex, stop. i can't focus"

"i'm sorry, love. i just thoroughly enjoy seeing the marks i've left you with. it turns me on"

and then you guys are back in bed

you're both insatiable

in-sa-tia-ble

or a back-of-the-shoulder person

you're both sat in front of a mirror

you're in front of her in between her spread legs and she's feeding on you as her hands roam all over your body

she may or may not be toying with your clit softly as she soothes you from the slight sting

rebekah just give me a chance

pLS

i beg

~

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[causenessus]

Cherry Wine. | Nakahara Chuuya

nakahara chuuya x reader <3

written in 2nd pov

song recc: cherry wine by hozier

word count: 700 words

my apd couldn't even understand what hozier was saying until i looked at the lyrics so let's ignore the real meaning of the song okay? tyvm ˊᵕˋ ✿♡

Sometimes he came home and wanted to let off steam. 

But other times he just wanted to love you. 

He just wanted to be a human. To act like one and be treated by one. 

Perhaps it was like what Dazai had said all those years ago; he had let others take control of him and his ability despite him being stronger than them. 

There was nothing wrong with his job, or using his ability, but it was nice to be separated from it every so often.

To use his hands to hold yours, run them up your arms, and wrap his own around you. To protect something rather than to hurt.

It was nice, not to have his life on the line, but to have his nose nuzzled into the crook of your neck. To be close to you and your warmth. To keep you safe while he himself was safe.

It was nice to be holding you, trailing soft kisses up your skin to your lips that still tasted of sweet cherry wine rather than spilled blood evading all of his senses.

These were moments that grounded him. During the days that dragged on for too long, he reminded himself of what he would return home to. When work was becoming numb and routine, you reminded him that he had a heart. He was not an ability. Not just a part of the mafia. Not a cruel, heartless man.

He was yours.

And you were his. 

Something he needed to return home to.

On nights like these, he took his time making sure he could give everything to you. He made sure his hands were clean, and that there was not a spot on him that reeked of the day. He made sure that he was just himself, and that you knew he loved you.

“Chuuya,” you’d murmur as he finally came to you.

He hummed in response, beginning with a kiss to your forehead.

You always knew him well. Knew how the day had gone as soon as you heard how he opened the door. 

There was already a glass of wine on the table for him, he noticed, as you pulled him to you on his couch, hands running through his damp hair.

He didn’t want it. He just wanted you.

Your hands were gentle and warm as they combed through his hair, undoing any knots. There was love in every touch, in every gentle press against his scalp. He rubbed circles against your sides, the side of his head resting on your chest. He could hear the steady, constant beat of your heart. It slowed down his own, relaxing him further.

“Was it a day?” you asked softly.

“It was a day,” he mumbled back, turning and lifting his head to look at you. He brought a hand up, running it through your own hair as he pressed it against the back of your head, bringing your lips to his. “I love you,” he drawled with a small yawn. “I love you,” he repeated, kissing down your jaw and neck. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, y’know,” he was talking instinctively now, but none of it was a lie. He laid his head back against your chest, listening to your heartbeat again.

“I love you, Chuuya,” you said back, running a hand through his smooth hair. “I could never put into words how much you mean to me.”

He replied again with a hum. His hand that had been in your hair moved back to drawing lazy circles on your skin while the other moved to intertwine with one of your own hands. “You could never love me as much as I love you,” he muttered, closing his eyes.

Your chest rose slightly as you laughed, “Yeah, yeah. I know you won't stop until you’ve won and declared you love me more.” Her hand squeezed his as her breathing started to slow as well. “Or more like when you think you’ve won,” you teased. He looked up at you with a playful glare before you brought his head back down onto you.

“Sleep well, Chuuya,” you whispered.

“I love you, [Y/N].”

#chuuya x reader #nakahara chuuya #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader

[leiflitter]

hey i need ur felix and oliver and cattonquick headcanon s RIGHT NOW… ❤️

Well uh uh uh there's 200k+ words on ao3 which contains some of this but... under the cut because it's vaguely nsfw in places, keeping this as like... Oxford Ladz.

Felix is shit in bed unless you turn it into a challenge/game, and even then he's lazy as fuck so good luck. Most girls don't care because shagging Felix is like being chosen by a god. His routine is: snog for a bit, maybe shove his hand down your knickers, then it's the Catton Jackhammer asap until he rolls off you and falls asleep.

Going out with Felix is generally shit. He shags you maybe 4 times, then ghosts you and you find out he's moved on by seeing him fingering another girl outside of a club at 2am. He might buy you something, but the most expensive gift he'll get you is most likely some shots or a 3am kebab.

Oliver? Good in bed because he is An Observer and will see what works then Do That Until You Die. However, he only really sleeps with girls to help Felix out (he gets the friend, Felix gets the hot girl). He mostly thinks of Felix when he does this, but tells himself it's in a lie back and think of england way. He also tends to stick to hands/mouth stuff, because otherwise it's "why aren't you hard" and he panics.

Oliver is perpetually single, despite Felix's best efforts. Felix does not understand why girls have such bad taste. He insists Ollie is an absolute legend and anyone would be lucky to have him. He also gets oddly grumpy if any girls DO organically hit on Ollie, though.

Felix's short-lived "girlfriends" all think it's a little weird that Felix touches Oliver more than he touches them. Like he won't hold hands in public, but he's got his arm around Oliver all the time? Weird. If you're dancing with Felix and go to get a drink, most of the time he'll be dancing with Oliver once you're back and it is hard to get his attention back.

Felix gives me vague adhd vibes, maybe dyslexia, but he was born in the 80s and he's rich af, so it's never really mattered because he never has to try.

Big Oliver Autism vibes, the man is MASKING but again... circumstances mean he's just brute forcing things.

Felix has been made to play Team Sports but doesn't like them unless it's for silly reasons.

Oliver likes exercising, but mostly goes to the gym to be in a weird little physical activity enduced void.

Felix has honestly been bi as fuck forever, but never really considered why he was down to let lads in his dorm snog him back in boarding school because it was just kinda the done thing. Haha, just hormones, amiright?

Both of them feel vaguely destined to become their fathers and do not want to do that.

Felix had very weird feelings for Damon Albarn as a teen but again. Never thought about it too hard, he's just a pretty man, bloody hormones again!

Oliver cannot drive. He refuses to drive. He has his provisional licence for ID and that's IT.

Felix is often trying to annoy Oliver because any attention is good attention. Oliver just wants to revise, Felix, please stop drawing dicks on his notebook.

Felix absolutely is going full hair-twirly, eyelid-fluttery, dreamboy bimbo at Oliver constantly. Oliver does not pick up on this, but Farleigh does and is honestly a little disgusted.

Speaking of- Farleigh is primarily concerned that he pegged Oliver for an absolute capital-L Loser on day ONE and now his stupid cousin is basically throwing himself at Oliver. Farleigh has theories, including maybe hypnosis or Felix having some sort of brain injury from Team Sports.

Oliver was absolutely bullied in school, but not extremely, because he learned to make himself invisible. Head down, keep going, don't react.

Oliver didn't really GET music until Felix showed him stuff that wasn't just radio pop music. Unfortunately, this was after Oliver spent way too long trying to understand why Steps were so popular.

Oliver's initial haircut is based off of Zac Efron's in High School Musical. He has never seen HSM, but something about Zac Efron made him feel weird, and it just sort of... happened. He has a type, and it's Jawline and Eyebrows.

Felix's first thought upon getting close enough for Oliver to do the Big Blue Eyes Look Up At Him was "oh no," followed by just question marks and bike panic. And also, bi panic.

Farleigh complained to Felix a lot about Oliver but never used his name. It was just "the fucking nerd in my tutorial group".

Oliver honestly didn't connect Farleigh and Felix as cousins, because he was mostly too busy trying not to be painfully in love with Felix to join the dots from a throwaway comment in his first tutorial.

The money in Oliver's wallet at the pub was meant to last for the next two weeks. Boy gotta get lunch and buy bodywash and stuff, not shots for rich kids.

Felix immediately begins relying on Oliver to know his schedule. Oliver just accepts this and sends Felix reminder texts for his tutorials.

Felix keeps leaving hoodies in Oliver's dorm room. This is weird because they are rarely in there for longer than a minute or two. Oliver wears these hoodies because Felix keeps insisting that they'd suit him. Farleigh, yes, sees this and is fucking CONCERNED.

Felix assumes he'll have to get married and have kids as it is his duty to continue the Catton Line. He keeps making weird jokes about his and Oliver's kids getting married.

Oliver says he fancies Kiera Knightley. This is incorrect. Kiera Knightley is just the closest woman he could find to Felix.

Oliver lies to his parents mostly to avoid any visits or needing to go home because going back there is awful and stifling and guilt-inducing.

A few people in their group refer to Oliver as Felix's Pet, but only when neither of them are there. Farleigh started it.

Felix's initial emotional reaction to Ollie's Field Reveal was immense pride and the urge to punch Farleigh in the arm very hard if he didn't stop staring, the pervert. Felix was not staring, he was merely pointing his eyes in that direction, thanks.

Felix always has something in his mouth and it makes Oliver want to die. Most of Oliver's pens and pencils have Felix toothmarks on.

Felix does not understand how much things cost. Oliver does. Oliver wishes Felix would stop picking things up that "made me think of you, Ollie!" Because. Felix. That t-shirt was £50. What is WRONG WITH YOU.

Felix has occasionally considered seeing if Ollie'd be up for a devil's threeway if he found someone willing. He isn't brave enough to ask, because he knows Oliver would say no, but he thinks about the idea a lot. You know. Just a regular wild Uni party thing, right?

If Oliver hadn't gone to Felix, Felix would have turned up sloppy, SLOPPY drunk outside of Oliver's room one night and had a big baby tantrum and probably shoved his tongue down Oliver's throat. It would be the worst handjob of Oliver's life, but also the best.

#leiflitter answers #saltburn headcanons #felix catton/oliver quick #cattonquick #i stand firmly on “felix sucks as a boyfriend” island come fight me

[dearest-painter]

hi!! I’m the Valentino daughter anon, this is getting really long to type so it’s gonna be 🚬🎀 because I’m lazy.

what about The reader trying to get her dad to like her when she still lived with him by trying to be like him? Kinda like that one scene from bojack horseman where Bojack tries to smoke his mom’s cigarette and the scene ends with Beatrice saying “I’m punishing you for being alive” because angst has been in my head recently and I don’t know why.

anywho, thank you for not thinking my idea is annoying or weird, and also thank you for not being annoyed with my spamming because my info dumping has been nonstop<3333

PLEASE KEEP SPANMING ME VAL DAUGHTER ANON! PLEASE! I LOBE BEING SPAMMED!!!! DONT STOP >:[

TW/CW:Yandere behavior, unhealthy behavior, unhealthy relationship,abusive behavior,abusive relationship, Valentino’s BITCH ass, no real yandere behavior but still Yandere AU, tell me if I need to add more

Summary: You had a dream again…it had Valentino…it’s been like this for weeks

You knew this was a dream…because this took place in the past. You sighed. This one reoccurred so often that you just go through it to make it stop. Getting up from the spot you where sitting in you grabbed the drawing as you walked down the hall. It always seemed so long when walking. You looked down at the drawing. It was a scribble of you and Valentino smiling, but not holding hands. You were beside him and holding a bucket that said ‘Tips for dad’ and Valentino was smiling as he held money in his hands.

He always seemed so happy when he had money…or anything or anyone else around him yet he seemed disinterested whenever you were around. You remember wishing to someone that he would finally love you for once. You wanted it so deeply. Before your mama and dad came around, you begged for Valentino’s love. A little part of you still does.

You finally reached the door. ‘Valentino’s office’ You sighed as you knocked on the door then meekly said. “Dad…it’s me…can I come in?” You waited…and waited until you heard a groan. That always meant yes so you entered, with your head down staring at the drawing. You didn’t wanna risk seeing one of Angel Dust’s coworkers in there, while they were pretty and cared for you..you didn’t wanna risk seeing them in their most vulnerable time..you know that whenever a worker enters here their vulnerable.

“Here you go dad” You softly said as you put the drawing on his desk. You could hear him snatching it. “Do you like it?” You softly asked. You heard him mumble something under his breath. If you were to look up you’d see him shaking his head and rolling his eyes. “Yeah sure” he said in an annoyed tone. You knew he hated it but that little part of you felt happy that he said he liked it. “Now I got work to do. Go play with those toys” he said as he waved his hand. “Can…can I hangout with Angel Dust?” You softly asked.

He thought about it then shrugged as he pushed you out his office. “Sure, I don’t care. I’m busy so don’t bother me okay sweetie?” He said in an annoyed tone. He hates calling you that. But you were happy, you got some love from him. Smiling widely you headed towards Angel Dust, this was always your favorite part of your dream. Going to play with mama.

#✉️mail arrived✉️ #genderfluid enity answers! #Valentino’s daughter!reader #Valentino daughter!reader #yandere #please don’t do this #obession #unhealthy #platonic yandere #yandere platonic #fem reader #yandere hazbin hotel #female reader

[pedge-page]

for your pk poll… I CANT CHOOSE… but i do love sub reader and joel making her piss herself tbh 🫣🫢

The Garden of Peeden

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Notes: We're getting it all. here's a little something to keep everyone happy with PK...for now.

Warnings: PISS KINK, reader and Joel piss on reader, sub!Reader, daddy kink, semi public, assisted masturbation

18+ONLY

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It’s been 6 weeks since Joel’s started training you to go without holding back, no matter the circumstances. You’ve started getting used to it. That freeing feeling of warmth filling your senses, making your mind go from anxious to relaxed just by releasing.

Today, he has you in a beautiful sun dress, no panties. You’re spread out on top of him with your back against his chest. The two of you slouched on a patio chair as he rubs lazy circles on your clit. The breeze feels amazing, ruffling your dress and blowing cool air on your heat. You’re leaned against him with your head turned towards his. Joel’s strong arm wrapped around your middle to keep you close. He kisses you slowly, sensually, swallowing your little whimpers. All the while brushing his thumb over your pelvis.

“It’s time,” he whispers against your ear.

You nod, feeling shivers traveling over your body. You’d be holding it as he teased you, but now the tremors feel more violent. 

“You gonna let go f’me? Paint me a pretty picture.” He gestures to the stone pavement below you. Despite being outside, the beautiful garden surrounding you adds some semblance of privacy. Its colorful array mixed with the outdoor atmosphere makes for the perfect lazy Saturday afternoon piss outside.

“S’okay, I got ya.” He pushes his thumb a little harder on your bladder while his middle and ring finger draw tight circles along your folds. You nod, biting your lips and forcing a steady breath out. It’s the hardest part for sure. It builds and builds and builds inside you. The pressure forcing your hips off of his every so often as you try to hold it in. 

No, he told you to relax. Stop flexing your walls to try to starve it off. You close your eyes, unwinding mentally and physically.

And it starts to happen.

A short, practice burst of urine shoots from your slit before trickling out again, slowly building up to a steady stream. 

“Oooohhhhhhh. There she is, that’s my good girl. My beautiful girl,” he hums with a grin. His presses his lips to yours. Joel’s hand kneads your pussy over your stream, rubbing your clit messily. Warm piss spills down his wrist and your ass, onto his jeans but he doesn’t care. He loves the sound of your interrupted hissing due to his movements. The pavement crackles as it splatters consistently like a pretty fountain waterfall. 

You sigh contently. It’s the best part, by far. You crack as smile and close your eyes again.

He laughs softly. “Ahhh that’s it, so good isn’t it? Making such a pretty mess, baby girl. You like peeing all over yourself n’ Daddy, I can tell. GO on, piss some more.”

You both watch from between your legs as you shoot a particularly strong jet, watching it arc over a sizable distance and landing on a dry part of the stones.

“Wow! Look at that, gettin so strong!” He rubs his palm over you quicker, the stream becoming splotched all over your dress and stomach. You both giggle and kiss once again. He drink your sexy noises as the two of you soak yourselves in hot liquid. 

“Ahhhh, baby, your squirtin’ pussy gets me so hard.” He grinds your ass along his harden length trapped underneath his jeans.

It doesn’t take much to read Joel Millers mind. All you’ve left are little trickles here and there of your piss. So you reach between your legs and pull his poor cock out.

“Mmmmm that’s better. Feeling’ that breeze on your pussy feels good on my dick too.” He lazily smirks as you start to fist him.

“Can I put it inside?” You ask.

“Got a better idea.”  He grips his cock and sits the two of you back a little more, now your heads propped up against the low back rest. He jerks himself a little, slapping your clit.

You jolt each time his tip smacks your clit. He kisses you between breaths, a game of cat and mouse as he chases your tongue.

“Pull those tits out,” he grunts.

You pull the neckline of your stretchy dress below your breasts just as Joel comes up to cup one. 

“M’gonna paint a pretty picture too. Ya ready f’me?”

You nod excitedly and spread your legs even wider for him. 

Joel grits his teeth, fisting himself a little before letting out a pained groan. His tip explodes in a fat stream of piss upwards, first hitting your clit then increasing up along your naval and to your breasts.

You giggle and squirm. The warm liquid feels amazing on your cool tits. It smacks your chest then trickles all down your front, soaking your dress and you in the process. 

His tongue is caught between his teeth as he moans drunkenly, watching you present yourself fuller for him to ruin with piss. 

“Feel that, baby? Daddy loves pissin’ on ya, such a beautiful thing f’me to paint.” “Thank you Daddy! Love your hot piss blanketing me.”

You cup your breasts and glide this tip to slot between your messy folds. His hot, strong stream of pee overwhelms you quickly, spreading down below you and starting to coat his sides and thighs. It’s so much. Way stronger, way more copious than yours was. The chair leaks so much urine, a puddle quickly forming below the two of you.

He starts to just hit your clit. The warm sensation, coupled with its pounding nature quickly sends you in a frenzy of quivers. He snatches your lips just as you begin to cum on his piss. You’re loud now too, forgoing the fact that your backyard can still be overheard by neighbors. Its beautiful. He wants to hoard all your sounds to himself. in time, you’ll be ready to piss yourself around others.

He’s just content covering you in his fluids for his eyes only for now.

When you finish, you pant heavily. He pecks your lips, refusing to let you part from his too much. The two of you are absolutely drenched, But you especially. Your pretty little sun dress now sticks awkwardly to your body, the neckline stretched below your wet tits.  

“My beautiful girl,” he hums again into your lips. 

His thick fingers begin to stroke between your petals once more.

 “Shall we try for round two?”

- - - -

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[killerbananas]

Growth

Erwin cannot resist the curvature of your slumbering form.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 735 wc | afab!reader x Erwin

Warnings: smut; breeding, creampie, alluded oral, sleepy dubcon initiation [it's light, cautious warning just in case], masturbation, pregnant body talk, little blasphemy, touch of tears

AN: Repost from my old account. Original AN: Vino dredged feelings for your consumption. Mangiare.

His hand scales the velvet hard length of himself in languid strokes. He surveys down the bed along your body, stopping at the curve of your stomach. The sight is arousing and terrifying in oftentimes blinding ways. Your drive wanes and ebbs at times, which he respects without needing to be told. Yet, he has never found you more stunning. The glow of your skin, how the flush of color he draws being between your legs blooms vermilion, that you even taste different to his tongue. It’s a delicacy to him. What really does his mind in is the gift you’ve agreed to share with him - another life brought into this world as his own child. Something so miraculous to him, so entwining and precious.

He’s also fighting an erection every time you turn around. As if summoned by his subconscious, you turn in your sleep. He’s begun to notice the changes in your breasts, wanting to kiss, lick, and worship every marker of your development. He’s seen how upsetting the stretch marks are to you, but cannot unsee it as an earned memory of your body working overtime to accommodate a new life. He loves every uniqueness about you and that includes the new lines that your breasts tell of your growth to support an entire new life growing inside of you.

In fact, the love and care only arouses him further. He sees your dedication, sacrifices, and trials in accepting your developments as a challenge you will conquer. One he’s happy to aid you in. His hand leaves his throbbing member to caress his eyes’ focus, biting his lip at the pebbling of your nipple. Even here you’ve changed, darkening and spreading, but he adores them in a new way, contrasting in the glow of the nightlight over his shoulder.

A groggy groan slips from your lips and travels right to his cock. Eyelashes fluttering sweep from the apple of your cheek to glance mid height and glimpse the cause of your burgeoning arousal.

“Mm, hello, handsome. Come here often?”

He snorts at your sleepy humor.

“Only as many times as you’ll have me, dear.”

“Even if I’m a little lazy right now?”

“We can make it work.”

He hardly finishes the statement before he’s pulling you to his chest, facing him. He lifts your leg to rest on his hip and plays his fingers against your apex until you’re dripping. It’s as simple as respreading his precome and using the wetness you coated his digits in to lubricate his cock before he’s nudging gently inside of you.

You hike your leg a little higher while he slowly makes love to your body. The angle is stimulating and stretches your hip in a way you didn’t know you needed, pulling groans from your lungs. You curl your leg over his ass and the backs of his thighs in a bid to get him deeper. He sees the cue as a cry for what it is and obliges, delving his dick in rutting madness against a spot that nearly blinds you with electricity.

He’s been gripping the soft flesh of your backside like a man starved of life’s pleasures. He always seems to fuck you with a raw passion that elates you, as if he may lose you tomorrow. Like he may drown without you to drift afloat in life’s insanity. Like your entire corporeal anchor may dissipate under his fingertips. Like he should waste not even a single breath without loving you with his entire being.

It’s a love full of passion that permeates your being, entwines your souls in unbreakable kindred affectation. It breeds an incorruptible bond that you both believe not even a god could break. No, only the God between your legs can affect you thusly. Only he has the power to move you in unfathomable ways. Ways that blossom networks of interlacing adulation, admiration, convoluted lust, merciless attachment like durable steel of knitted devotion, fulfillment unparalleled.

Before either of you realize it, his member imparts every ounce of his unquestionable adoration in milky rivulets that slip deep inside where no other may ever touch. Droplets of emotions unnamed trickle where his fingertips catch them. Though he is lost in your physical form, he is ever mindful of every part of you, comforting, understanding, supporting, genuinely loving.

You’d choose no other with which to weather life’s miraculous challenges. You thrive.

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[harfanfare]

Unique Kisses: Savanaclaw!

I'm so sorry for the second notification, but the work didn't show up in the tags... orz

Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Leona K. (lazy kisses)

You're not getting out of bed without a proper greeting.

It isn’t even morning, or evening, or any time that could explain why you were resting in Leona's room, away from the building where your next class soon will be held. It is midday, a while after lunch, and you knew you’ll have to walk at a brisk pace to make it in time for Mr Crewel's class.

“We have to get up...~” you say, gently touching Leona's shoulder. He doesn’t react, but you are sure that he is somehow awake (not by the touch, but by your soft complaints) and can hear you perfectly with his outstanding predatory hearing and you at his ear. But he apparently decides to ignore you because he doesn’t react when you start drawing circles on his hand with your finger.

You sigh, rolling over onto your back. You really don’t want to spend another break being lectured about your tardiness (caused by Leona) and hearing complaints alone (Leona is always late for his sermon. He is running off and doesn’t even ask if you’d like to join him).

You’ve already put your feet up on the floor and, for lack of a better idea to fill the moment, tried unsuccessfully to straighten a few unfortunate folds of your uniform.

Somehow, Leona's tail wraps around your waist as you try to get out of bed, and you notice the attentive but slightly lethargic gaze. By that, Leona completely underestimates any reason why you give up extra minutes of lying down.

“Come back here," he says, and you roll your eyes. And yet, you take a place next to him again.

His tail has completely loosened its grip, but now Leona's hands are on you. The fingers trail across your back until they are right next to your head, which Leona supported with his hand and gently forced it to lean towards himself. His distinctive scent mixed with the aroma of grass and flowers becomes more intense. For a moment the last emerald eyes are on you before he closes them just before the distance between you disappears completely.

Disappears—?

His lips fit into yours and his teeth press gently against your lips. Leona seems to be moving steadily closer to you, although it looks and feels more and more impossible with each passing moment.

Or maybe you just aren’t thinking soberly anymore.

Although you can’t taste anything—or did your taste buds finally go crazy?—you begin to get drunk on the very essence of this kiss. However, if it had a taste, you are sure it would have been intense, equally filled with fierceness to eclipse your senses.

...It's just a shame that Leona looks so triumphant while you are losing your mind and heart.

This is also the moment when Leona sighs sleepily, sinks on the cushions and says something about continuing a nap. You look at him reproachfully, beginning to regret that he isn’t going to continue stopping you from going to class. And he smiles involuntarily.

Ruggie (blown kiss)

Ruggie has always been a busy person.

You often pass him in the corridor when he is out running errands for Leona and trying to get his hands on Leona's next whim. Usually, his hands are busy, but the weight of the books doesn't seem to affect him as he walks down another corridor.

When you have time, you are helping him carry more stuff to the dormitory, to Leona, whom you complain about along the way. You really doubt that even if he heard you, he'd care about the opinion of little people like you, but Ruggie warns you anyway when you enter a potential area under his attention.

Between classes, however, most of the breaks are short and the corridors - long, too long when getting from one class to another, located at the end of the building or even outside. You don't have much time for, well, anything to do with a casual, warm encounter with Ruggie between classes.

“Don't you need help with that?” you ask him when, between magic history and alchemy, you bumped into each other in the hallway. He seems to be in a hurry, wriggling dramatically, as if the few volumes he is carrying are more exhausting than Mr Vargas' lessons. But he shakes his head at your offer.

“Nah,” he flips his books under one arm to wave his hand at your words. A dramatic effect. “You have, I think, lessons in the opposite direction, and I for my hard work have a free afternoon,” he smiles with a look that read, *'You know, there are benefits after all!’. “*We can go get something to eat later. Because finally—attention, attention, I repeat!—I have the afternoon off.

The bell fills the corridors and you have to go.

Ruggie smiles goodbye and turns on his heel. He glances in your direction once more and when he saw that you are still staring at him, the corners of his mouth curve upwards even more. He kisses his fingers with his lips and then titles them towards you. He blows on his palm with a quiet "Shu~!", playfully blinking one eye.

You pretend that his indirect kiss had hit you straight in the heart; you put your hand to your chest.

You receive a giggle that was drowned out by other people's conversations and steps.

“Well, I'm off! Wait for a message from me!” He shouts his farewell—with another smile—and disappears around the next corner.

You are already looking forward to it.

Jack (kiss-bite)

The wolf is hungry.

You can easily tell because, despite Jack's best efforts, you can feel the urgent gaze on you, watching your every move. He tries to keep his gaze on the ground, but he prefers to look people in the eye when they are talking to him, and now you’re the one who’s speaking and...

Well, he had a dilemma, but he concluded that ultimately he much more likes to look at you.

A similar idea runs through his kisses—he is always watching. Slow, mindless gestures of love are unlikely ever to be his thing, when he likes to put his ambitions and beliefs, into everything he does. And Jack is sure that a lot of attention had to be put into the act of caring.

That's why he can’t take his eyes off you when every gasp and huff draws his attention.

That happens often because Jack always surprises you with his kisses. You should have gotten used to them by now—maybe, after so long—but you sincerely hope it won’t happen. And if it does, you know it will be later than sooner, because Jack’s kisses are special.

They aren’t perfect, because Jack never had the opportunity (or even the idea or need) to polish this skill. So, even as he is already embracing you—gently but firmly as if he held Life itself in his hands—you wonder what he is about to surprise you with. And then he draws closer until he fully covers your vision.

You can’t remember the last time you guessed what your kiss would look like.

His lips are warm, but you aren’t paying attention to those that much as to his fangs and tongue on your mouth, and although the pleasant sensation tingles in your mouth, you can’t hold back a quiet gasp as Jack closes his mouth slightly and his teeth gently dig into your skin.

“A-auh...”

He notices the twitch and, with some reproach, quickly moved away from you—as far as the reach of his arms, which still embrace you, allow.

“Oh, I- I hurt you, didn't I?” He turns his head slightly and for the first time takes his eyes off you to look into the empty space to his left. “I'm sorry.”

“No, no,” you reply quickly, placing a hand on his forearm. “It didn’t hurt. I'm just surprised… But, did you know it's always a nice surprise?”

“But still...”

...

“Should... we practice?”You suggest quietly. In your mind, this offer looked more dignified and encouraging than the words you present to Jack, who was beginning to look more embarrassed than you. You quickly add: "If you want to learn to kiss 'normally', we can learn to do that..."

”W... What...?” He looks at you, shocked. “It's a... a very strange offer.”

“But I'll admit to you, it's your iconic kisses that I adore," you continue, standing on your tiptoes to get even closer to his face, his lips, "So? What is your decision?”

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[darlingshane]

fiesta in your mouth

Shane Walsh x F!Reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2k

Summary: – @anna-hawk requested: I would love a sexy drabble with Reader being hungry... for food. The food is taking forever to arrive and they start bickering about Reader's impatience. It ends with Reader biting Shane's ass cause, well, HUNGRY. Except hungry for more now 😏.

Content/Warnings: explicit, smut, oral sex, food, eating, playful banter, crack, some fluff.

-- Read below or at AO3.

It's another lazy night, hanging out at your boyfriend's, waiting for the food to arrive. And as per usual, your stomach starts protesting impatiently after an hour of just sitting around, watching TV.

It's always the same when you leave Shane in charge of either cooking or ordering. He's not a bad cook, he just doesn't have the time, or he's too tired after work to do so. And when it comes to ordering via app, he's not very tech-savvy and often screws up the order.

“Ugh, when it’s the food coming?” you complain, lolling your head back against the edge of the couch to watch Shane coming out of the hallway half-naked with just a pair of black sweats hanging low on his hips after taking a shower.

“Why are you always so hungry?”

“Why are you not?” You whine, “you said we were eating an hour ago.”

“Don’t be such a brat. Food will be here soon,” your boyfriend states, plopping down on the couch next to you with his knees widely apart.

His curls slightly drip water on his bare shoulders while he flips channels on the TV, and you reach to swipe them with your fingers.

“Are you sure you ordered and paid right?”

“'Course, I’m sure. Stop being a pest. You should’ve eaten something before getting here.”

“You said you were cooking, I was saving myself for you.”

“You mean your virginity? I think that ship sailed a long time ago, sweetheart,” he quips, pinching the side of your hip, and you swat the back of your hand against his bicep.

“What did you order anyway?” You wonder.

“Mexican. I got all your favorites… arroz con pollo, crunchy tacos, nachos, enchiladas… A whole fiesta for your mouth. Better than my cooking, right?” He then reaches for his phone to check the Postmates app. “Look, it’ll be here in half an hour.”

“Another half hour?”

“Look, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to cook like I said,” his mouth draws a playful smirk, “but if you were that hungry, you’d have lifted that sweet ass off the couch a long time ago, and made dinner yourself like women are supposed to do. But lil miss grumpy pants here doesn't like cooking, doesn't she?”

“I could punch you for even joking about that, asshole.”

“I'd love to see you try.”

“Is that a dare?”

“C'mon, let's see what you got,” he grins, and stands up, tugging the waistband of his sweatpants higher.

Then, he pushes the coffee table towards the TV console to have some more space, and holds his palms up, inviting you to spar amicably.

You stand in front of him, wiggling your fingers before closing both hands into fists. You start punching either of his palms alternately while he taunts you about how weak your blows are, mocking your flimsy arms, and terrible posture. You double down and hit harder until your knuckles start hurting, while he relentlessly jeers at you.

Getting all worked up, you decide to go for his face instead, but your hook is keenly intercepted before landing.

Shane quickly pins your wrists at your back afterwards, and your boxing session turns into wrestling. You escape his hold several times, but then you end up pinned down on the floor in the most awkward position with your body held and twisted around him in a way that your face is facing his ass while he struggles to keep you like that.

“Are you sure you don’t wanna give up, sweetheart?” he drawls, half panting.

“Never,” you laugh and manage to get one of your hands free to pull his sweats down and uncover his stinking cute booty. Without warning, you take a big bite at the curve of his hips, firmly marking your teeth on his ass.

“The hell are you doing?”

“Told you I was hungry. I needed a nibble of those delicious buns,” you bite his butt again, pressing harder, until he releases you.

“You’re a savage,” he grumbles, as you unclench your teeth to see that bright, pink love bite you’ve stamped on his white ass.

“If you forfeit, I win!” you exclaim in victory, rolling on the floor to have your back against the rug, and pushing both your arms up.

“I don’t think so,” his tongue swipes his lips before having him on top of you again.

He pulls your arms down and straddles your chest, placing his crotch awfully close to your face.

“Let's see how hungry you really are,” his lips curve up lewdly, as he pushes his sweats and boxer briefs down, showing his limp cock.

You lick your lips in anticipation, watching him pumping himself a couple of times until he’s half hard.

Then, he playfully taps the bulbous tip of his length against your lips, purring, “want some of this, darlin'?”

You eagerly nod.

“Okay, show me your tongue, and I'll feed you.”

Doing as he says, you open your mouth and stick your tongue out.

With a fist curled around the underside of his cock, he places it on the wet surface of your tongue and strokes back and forth until his semi erection blooms into rock-hard perfection with a bittersweet wet dripping that comes out of his slit.

“Now close your lips and have at it.”

Letting him guide-boss you like this is one of your biggest turn-ons, and you can already feel the sweet arousal coiling madly in your core with just a taste of him.

Your eyes are locked with his when you wrap our mouth around his flared tip. You inhale and start bobbing our head forwards as much as this position lets you.

Starting slowly, you let your mouth take inch after inch, watching him bask in the delicious undoing of your ways. You hum and go a little faster as he braces his palms on the floor over your head.

“Keep going, darlin’,” he grunts between praises and curses, losing his breath the harder you go, “I’m almost… fuck yeah, just like that, sweetheart.”

The pace of your mouth picks up, sucking him dry, and moaning against his steel-erection throbbing against your tongue. It drives him wild. You can feel it in the way he erratically starts thrusting into your mouth at the same time with nothing but desperation pressing in his center.

“You wanted me to fill your dirty mouth exactly like this, huh?” he grunts coarsely, and you can barely nod, as his cock starts twitching a second before having his seed spilled at the back of your throat.

He comes with a loud strangled moan and after every drop is out he takes his cock away, and places a palm over your mouth.

“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t spill it, baby,” he grins at you, half panting, “I wanna see you swallow.”

Your lips quirk up beneath his palm before gulping every drop of his sticky essence down your throat. You then open your mouth and show him.

“Good girl,” he exhales, lying on top of you as he comes down from his high, “who’s the winner now?”

“You are, baby,” you chuckle, running your palms up and down his back as he presses himself between your legs. He’s not as hard, but you can still feel it behind the fabric of your leggings.

“Are you still hungry, sweetheart?”

“Hmm, a little. You promised a fiesta for my mouth and that was just a… a bitter spoon of yogurt past its expiration date at best.”

He snorts at your words, “say what you will, but I bet that made you wet.”

Pressing your teeth on your bottom lip, you give him a quick nod.

“Yeah? Do you want me to take care of that?”

“What do you think?”

“That you’re greedy as fuck, baby,” he laughs.

“Not as much as you are.”

“Yeah, probably not,” he accepts and draws in some air before sliding down your body, taking your clothes off, so he can give you the same release.

He buries his face between your legs and just as his tongue starts teasing your folds, the door buzzer goes off at the worst possible moment.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me,” you utter in frustration.

“Tough luck, sweetheart,” he pulls his head back, amused, glancing at you, “looks like we’re going to have to postpone this.”

“Ugh,” you let out as he pulls himself up, yanking his underwear and sweats on, to answer the door.

“Hey, don’t complain, the food is here. Isn’t that what you wanted?” he chuckles and buzzes the delivery guy in.

“I guess,” you mumble, hot and bothered, as you slip into your shirt, and take a seat on the couch, covering your kegs with the throw before Shane opens the door.

After collecting the food, he places the containers from your favorite Mexican restaurant on the coffee table, and drags it back to its former position near the couch.

You pick a random unlabeled container, open it, and instantly forget about the interruption after finding out he ordered churros.

Glancing at you as he pulls the lid off another, Shane catches you smiling while sinking your teeth into one.

“Those are for dessert.”

“Says who? I gotta get the taste of your churro out of my mouth somehow. This will do.”

“Well,” he licks his lips and yanks the blanket off you to uncover your legs, “if you’re gonna have dessert first, I should too.”

“Yeah, have at it,” you chuckle as he kneels on the floor, pushing your knees apart, and dragging your ass closer to the edge of the couch.

You take another bite of your churro and put it aside as he props your thighs over his shoulders.

He gazes at you one more time before diving into your pussy. The eager tip of his tongue slowly traces the shape of your lips, teases at your entrance, and every spot he can find to drive you out of your mind, avoiding your clit altogether.

Your fingers slide into his half-dried curls as he circles around it, barely grazing the peak of that swollen bud that’s aching for more significant stimulation. Filled with anticipation, your grip anxiously pulls at his hair as he takes his sweet time, savoring every inch of you.

His lips curve up against your folds, and you exhale, letting his name fall from your lips when he finally latches around your impatient clit.

Letting your head fall backwards, you close your eyes and drink in the mind-numbing sucking of his lips, taking you up to cloud nine with practice ease. One of his hands slips under your shirt to grab your breast while the other keeps a firm grip around your thigh with his fingers pressed on your mound.

Your body lights up with every lick and hum served in all the right places as he works you up to the highest level. He channels that electric jolt of your body to press a little harder until you fall completely apart at the mercy of his lips.

He pulls his head back, gently soothing his palms on your thighs while you slowly come down from your high. It takes you a moment to open your eyes, and when you do you see him using his fingers to clean the edges of his mouth covered in you.

“Welcome back, baby.”

Speechless, you simply smile at him as a response, as your breathing evens out.

“That good, huh?” he utters with his usual smugness, as if he didn't already know how to make you lose your mind like that.

He then rises from his knees and sits up, pulling you into his lap, linking his arms around your waist as you hug his neck.

“You taste sweeter than honey,” he whispers against your shoulder.

You let out a small laugh and pull back, so you can look at his eyes.

“Love leaving you without words, sweetheart,” he sweetly smiles, and you sigh, delighted, before capturing his lips.

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[wheredafandomat]

Lazy morning

Loki x female reader

18+ | smut

Hearing your alarm go off, you stretched as you turned it off, moving out of Lokis embrace in the process causing him to groan. Smiling to yourself, you put your phone back down before flinging the duvet off of you, getting ready to stand before Loki wrapped his arm around your torso.

“I’ve got to get up.” You giggled as Loki stopped you from leaving.

“Let me show you why you should stay in bed.” He countered.

“I’ve got soo many things to do.” You answered, laying back in bed before Loki made his way over you, kissing your neck.

“Mhmm.” He hummed in reply, tongue darting out to lick over your pulse point as you turned your head to the side granting him further access.

“I’m being honest.” You smiled feeling his hand moving up your body, pushing your nightdress up in the process.

“Mhmm.” He hummed again in response, a smile evident in his tone as his lips travelled from your neck, down to your chest, his hands roaming over your body.

“You’re n-not l-listening Loki.” You spoke, Lokis tongue swirling over your nipple when he reached your breasts, one hand massaging one whilst his lips wrapped around the erect nipple of the other.

“I am.” He insisted, rolling the bud between his fingers as he glanced up at you. “Just don’t care.” He smirked, watching as you widened your legs to welcome him comfortably between them. After your previous night with Loki, you had opted for not putting any panties on which now led to Loki having even better access to you considering how easily he pushed your nightdress up to your neck leaving your whole body exposed to him, for him. His kisses travelled lower, over your stomach and across your hipbone as you bit your lip in wanton anticipation. “Do you still need to go?” Loki asked, pausing after throwing one of your legs over his shoulder; obviously you wouldn’t be leaving this warm bed or the chance for him to use that silvertongue some more “I wouldn’t want to keep you from more pressing matters.” He grinned, lowering his face to your needy cunt, practically speaking against it as he looked up at you through his eyelashes.

“N-no.” You mewled, desperate to feel him.

“Good.” He answered before licking a stripe from your entrance up to your clit with the flat of his tongue. Repeating the action, he smiled against you hearing you softly moaning his name, your moans louder as he began sucking your clit. He alternated between drawing lazy circles over it and gently tugging it between his lips leaving you rolling your hips against his face as he devoured you. His tongue dipped down to your entrance, gathering your slick before spreading it over your clit only to slurp it up again; the sinful sound filling your ears.

“Fuckk, Lokii.” You groused as he entered you with his index finger, still rolling his tongue over your clit. You felt him moaning against you, sending vibrations through your centre as his hips thrusted into the bed, seemingly trying to release some of the strain of his no doubt stiff cock. Loki often reminisced that tasting you was by far his favourite pastime. “I’m soo closee.” You warned, his finger diving into you rhythmically as his tongue swirled over the bundle of nerves. Your hand reached down, weaving in his hair as you gripped it tightly, your legs shaking as you came, hard, coating Lokis face in your arousal. Obediently, he lapped it all up, licking his lips as he lowered your leg before leaning up to kiss you.

Still dazed, the aftermath of your orgasm washing over you, you kissed him back, the taste of yourself on his lips. The sweet kiss turned heated, both of you moaning into it as the tip of Lokis cock nudged your centre, your legs still splayed wide. You could feel how excited he was, imagine the feeling of him buried inside of you, practically taste another orgasm as he absentmindedly thrusted his hips into yours, his cock gliding through your wet folds.

“Fuck me Loki.” You near begged, breaking the kiss as you looked up at him. Kneeling between your legs, Loki gripped his length, running it through your folds as he gathered your arousal, lubricating himself with it. Your legs were wider now, welcoming as you closed your eyes, feeling himself lining up with your entrance. Your name fell from his lips harshly as he pushed inside, your walls instantly gripping him.

“Why do you always feel so good.” He spoke through gritted teeth, filling you inch by inch. “Perfect, fuck.” He cursed, bottoming out. He pulled out of you after a few moments before plunging inside again. He reluctantly repeated the motion, never wanting to stray far as he fucked into you slowly.

Eventually he quickened his pace, the headboard hitting the wall loudly as he fucked you, both of you grunting and groaning as he did so. His thumb toyed with your sensitive clit, rolling it around as he screwed you. You chanted one another’s names like prayers, both of you heaven bound in this moment of pure bliss.

“Turn around.” He ordered, pulling out of you before you quickly abided, turning on your front before arching your back as you knelt against the bed. Loki made his way behind you, slapping your ass before guiding himself to your entrance again.

“Yesss Lokii.” You cried joyfully as he drove into you, fucking you senseless as your cheek pushed against the bed. His balls hit your clit with every thrust, the sound reverberating off of the walls. “I’m—I.”

Before you could finish your sentence, Lokis arm wrapped around your torso, bringing your back flush against his chest as he bucked his hips up into yours, his cock hitting you at a new angle sending you spiralling as your orgasm approached you, your arousal coating his thighs as he continued to fuck you through your high, his own climax approaching.

“Y/nnn, fuckk.” Loki groaned, hands massaging your breasts as he came, ejaculating inside of you as you clenched your walls around him. “So fucking perfect.” He praised, kissing your neck as he slowly came down from his high before you both practically fell against the bed.

Your sweaty bodies nestled together as you laid against the bed, your eyes heavy.

“Come here.” Loki murmured, pulling you against him before you both fell asleep, your activities as well as your shower completely forgotten, Loki snuggling behind you.

As snug as a bug

A/N: this was a lil rushed but I haven’t written anything all week (I haven’t been too active here 😭), I was thinking let me just get something down and it’s this. Hope you enjoyed! 😘

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[inadaydream99]

They Shut Their S/O Up With A Kiss ~ With The Boyz

A/N - Thank you to the anon who requested this!

Disclaimer: this does not represent any of the members in really life and is for entertainment purposes only!

Sangyeon

He’d had a rough day, surrounded by his incredibly loud friends from sunrise to way beyond sunset. The only thing that had kept Sangyeon going was the thought of coming home to you at the end of the day.

With a banging headache, he’d returned home to find you pacing the room, stressed. It turns out you’d both had exhausting days and as much as he wanted sleep, he knew he needed to try and get you to settle too.

So Sangyeon let out a light sigh before coercing you onto the sofa, wrapping you tightly into his arms before telling you to offload it all onto him. It wouldn’t take long right?

Wrong.

An hour and a half later, you’re still ranting away. Not once have you come up for air and Sangyeon is beginning to drift off.

He finds himself, in his half dozed state, watching your lips, entranced by the speed at which they speak. They look so pillowy soft. So cosy. So sleepy…

The next thing he knows, his lips are on yours. Putting an end to your rambling with a lazy kiss.

And when you finally pull apart, you’re silent and staring at him speechlessly.

Jacob

You’d been going on for almost an hour now, ranting away to him about this annoying coworker of yours and it was slowly driving Jacob insane.

He had to shut you up!

In the nicest way possible, of course.

Before his mind has registered his actions, he’s leaned in and crashed his lips against yours.

It’s a little more aggressive than he’d intended it to be, but Jacob’s worry eases when he feels you kiss back.

It’s like all of the anger that you’d been letting out through words is now being conveyed through your passionate kisses. Gradually falling deeper and deeper until you’re both so lost in each other’s lips that neither of you can remember how it started.

Maybe Jacob should kiss you aggressively more often…

Hyunjae

You screamed in joy when you spotted the tiny puppy running up to you. Literally screamed. So loud. In the middle of the park.

Jaehyun has never wanted the ground to open up and swallow him so much, sending passers by an embarrassed smile as they scour in your direction.

It’s ironic really. Usually he is the one drawing attention and being loud.

It’s not until after he’s finally managed to tear you away from the adorable puppy that he regrets his decision. Because you won’t stop going on about how cute it was and how much you want one yourself.

And while Jaehyun does agree on all of your points, your constant need for his approval that getting a pet together would be great is slowly driving him insane.

In a moment of desperation, Jaehyun pulls you off the sidewalk, onto the grass verge of the park and backs you into the base of a giant tree.

Gasping, you go to ask him what he’s doing. But before you have a chance, his lips are smashing into yours and your mind instantly goes void of everything but him.

Younghoon

He’s sulking and you’re completely oblivious.

Ok, so maybe Younghoon was the one to invite you backstage of the festival where, like The Boyz, many other groups that were performing were getting ready. But he’d thought you’d be unfazed being surrounded by so many different famous groups; you’re never fazed by his own.

But here you are - as you have been for the longest time - gushing to your boyfriend about spotting your favourite idol.

Of course, Younghoon can’t do anything about it right now because there’s lots of people around and your relationship isn’t public. Hence why he’s simply sat beside you, trying not to be jealous over all of the compliments you’re giving someone else.

Until he has a brilliant idea…

Quickly standing up, Younghoon grabs you by the wrist and drags you away from the main area. He doesn’t stop until you reach a hidden corner, ignoring your protests the entire way.

Finally, he’s pressed you into the wall, shielding you with his body as he finally pulls you onto a kiss. It’s feverish but soft, delicate but domineering. Proving that he knows exactly how to get you to focus on him and no one else.

Juyeon

You’re sick. Shivering and sweating as you lay cocooned under your duvet. Your body aches from laying still for so long. But the second you try to get out of bed the nausea becomes too much.

Juyeon has been the most amazing boyfriend, doting on you the entire time. He’s fed you, regulated your medicine, made you warm baths and practically run around like a headless chicken for the past few days, answering your every beck and call.

Right now, he’s snuggled into bed with you. Your body wrapped in his, your back to his broad chest and the soothing rise and fall of his breathing trying to lull you into rest.

Which you’d be able to do if your entire body didn’t feel like it was going to combust from the heat radiating off of him.

So you wriggle around, whining as your aching legs thrash and your sore throat croaks out complaints to an exhausted Juyeon.

Eventually, you’ve manoeuvred to face him, still whining. But he’s had enough of hearing your complaints.

His lips attach to yours gently, his hand under your chin to keep you from moving away. Finally, there’s quiet as you allow his kiss to relax you.

Until he mistakenly detaches and you begin complaining that he’s going to catch what you have…

Kevin

It’s sweet how excited you are over hearing of your best friends engagement.

You’d had to keep everything a secret, helping their partner plan the best proposal ever. You felt honoured. And now that it’s all over and you are finally able to talk about it, you haven’t come up for air.

Kevin doesn’t really mind because he loves how happy you truly are for your friend. But, after a very long time of you talking about it over dinner, when this time together was meant to be about you and him, Kevin decided that a change of topic was needed.

Except he wasn’t entirely sure how to do that without being rude…

As he watched you, Kevin just couldn’t stop thinking about how pretty you looked, sat there on the opposite side of the table, with the biggest smile on your face.

So it’s understandable that he couldn’t help but to lean over the table to press what was meant to be a simple, quick peck to your lips, in affection.

As it turns out, that is exactly how to make you go quiet. He’ll remember that for next time too.

Chanhee

Chanhee loves you, he really does. But why now, of all times, did you have to be so indecisive.

He massively regrets giving you free reign over what movie to begin with. Because now he realises why you’ve always let him choose in the past… you won’t stop rambling away about the different options to choose from. To keep it simple, you’re scared of making the wrong choice.

Regardless of how many millions of times Chanhee tells you that it doesn’t matter what movie you choose, or that if you begin watching one and it’s not that interesting then you can change it, you don’t seem to be listening to him.

Desperate times call for desperate measures. And Chanhee is desperate to get you to listen to him.

So he decides to be bold and leans over to connect his lips with yours.

For a split second he thinks he’s made the wrong choice, but then he feels your hand cup his cheek and your lips begin to reciprocate his movements.

Maybe it doesn’t matter what movie you eventually decide to watch… maybe you won’t need to choose one in the end…

Changmin

Changmin is sure that your eyes hold more stars in them than the entire galaxy. How can they not when they seem to glimmer so vibrantly, luring him into their depths as you passionately - and endlessly - give him your detailed thoughts on different books you think he’d enjoy reading.

He really shouldn’t have asked for reading recommendations from you, knowing what a bookworm you are.

But sometimes he just can’t help it. Sometimes he just craves seeing the way your entire being seems to light up from being given the opportunity to share your passions with him.

Where the line is drawn however, is when you begin detailing books with characters that you very clearly have fallen in love with.

And regardless of the fact that Changmin knows they are all fictional, the way you gush as if they are real causes his stomach to twist in jealousy.

His infatuated smile slowly falls from his face upon this realisation. He needs to get your focus onto him. Now.

You’re cut off mid sentence by the feel of your boyfriends velvety lips against yours, capturing your bottom lip and tugging on it.

It’s almost annoying how proud Changmin looks of himself as he pulls away, smirking at you as you stare at him in a combination of awe and disbelief. But he’s got what he wanted, you’re definitely only thinking about him now.

Haknyeon

His lips mould perfectly with yours, his hands holding your waist giving it a gentle, secure squeeze that makes you snicker into him.

Haknyeon had only intended to quiet you down with a quick kiss after you’d come to him on the verge of tears.

But it seems that you needed more comfort and intimacy than he’d expected. Not that he minds in any way.

What had happened was your sock clad feet had slipped on the tiled floor of the kitchen, and as you’d clung onto the counter top to stop from hitting the floor, you’d dropped your favourite mug in the process. And while that was upsetting, it’s not what bought tears to your eyes.

You’d foolishly bent down to pick up the pieces and slipped again, landing with a harsh thud, your palms landing directly onto sharp shards underneath you.

You’d rushed to Haknyeon instantly, blubbering to him what had just occurred. So, in an attempt to get you to calm down, he’d pulled you into him and kissed you.

And the instant your lips met, you’d forgotten about your cut up hands and broken mug.

Sunwoo

Sunwoo hadn’t meant to piss you off when he’d deliberately rushed into the bathroom and locked the door the second you’d announced you’d needed to use the toilet.

It’s just the typical antics between you. Harmless and mischievous on any other day. But not when he’d already annoyed you that morning by having the last of the freshly made coffee…

It’s petty domestic stuff that he’s doing to try and get a raise out of you for some unknown reason. Maybe he’s bored? Sunwoo isn’t really sure. All he knows right now, is that he finds it incredibly hot when you get angry with him.

He can hear you spitting his name along with multiple angry threats from the opposite side of the door. Your fist hitting the dense wood with harsh thuds repeatedly.

However, once his amusement has died down and your agitation to use the bathroom continues to echo, Sunwoo begins to regret his antics. Problem is, he’s sure that if he just opens the door it won’t do anything to stop your scolding towards him. He needs to think of a tactic to calm you. And quick.

It all happens so suddenly; the door swinging open to reveal your boyfriend, one of his hands reaching out to cup your cheek while the other grabs your waist and pulls your body flush against his, before his lips finally capture yours desperately.

It’s takes you a minute to register what he’s playing at, initially responding to his kiss without resistance before you realise he’s trying to get out of trouble.

So you pull away, weaving yourself out of his grip before sliding past him and into the bathroom. Locking the door behind you, Sunwoo hears you shout one final warning through the door about not messing with you anymore today.

Eric

He’s beside you, unable to stop moving and fidgeting as he tries to wait for you to finish replying to a friend. All Eric wants is your attention.

But he lacks patience at the best of times. So this is proving difficult for him.

You can hear him letting out whines in complaint from your side, feeling the annoyance of his immature behaviour bubbling up until you finally look away from your phone to briefly glare at him.

He tugs on your arm the second your attention is back on your phone, reading the message you’d just received, and that’s when you loose it with him, telling him that if he can’t wait one more minute then he should just leave you alone.

So he does. Getting up and walking away from you in a sulk while you’re preoccupied by making arrangements with your friends. The second you realise he’s actually gone you feel terrible and decide to search for him to apologise.

Not that you get a chance to, becuase the second you spot your pouty boyfriend and begin to open your mouth to say sorry, he’s grabbed you and crashed his lips onto yours.

The only type of apology Eric wants is in the form of your attention. So that’s what he’s going to get.

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[house-strong]

— TWO BIRDS, one stone ʾ ⋆

summary ; requested by anon.

“Hello, could you write about Daemon x Fem! Reader? Could you base it on Two Birds by Regina Spektor? Daemon and the reader are friends and little by little they fall in love, but the reader has always been in delicate health and little by little he dies, but not before getting in a relationship with Daemon. I'm looking forward to reading something sad and sweet. Thanks 🥺”

pairing ; friends-to-lovers!daemon targaryen x frail!reader

notes ; i listened to the song while thinking about this imagine and omg?? the parallels,, the symbolism,, regina is a genius

two birds on a wire, one tries to fly away,

and the other watches him close, from that wire.

he says he wants to as well,

but he is a liar.

daemon targaryen has always been a man with a boys heart. eager to be on some new, wild adventure, to swing his sword and play at war to defend his family, or even explore the wonders of the great world. whatever it was, daemon made it known that he would accomplish those and so much more.

he often told you stories about what he had learned from brothel keepers, ship stewards, and merchant traders. he always said that he would keep you by his side forever, even going as far to even haunt you in what ever afterlife their was. you supposed, in his own way, it was a sweet gesture.

that was some twelve years ago when you were both children.

now, daemon was a grown man. battle-hardened and still eager to explore, he had always asked if you were interested still in exploring the world with him. now that he had his dragon mount caraxes, it would make traveling safer and shorter. you’ve always remain loyal and steadfast to him, offering him council when he complained about his older brother.

your answer had always been yes to his questions about traveling the world with him. with bright, eccentric ideas, you knew daemon was meant for something greater than being the commander of the city watch. yes, it was something to ease his mind and be his plaything for now, but you knew he would always get bored. perhaps you should’ve voiced your concern about leaving kings landing before you agreed to travel with him.

that was before a sickness like no other took hold of your body, leaving you weaker by the day.

i’ll believe it all,

there’s nothing i won’t understand,

i’ll believe it all,

i wont let go of your hand

“would you fly across the world with me, to the ends of the earth?” daemon asked you one night. this was after he had an argument with his brother of over his.. activities concerning the city watch and his rather boastful announcement of his nephews demise.

daemon was your bestfriend, so the next words that leave your mouth are out of pure love for him, “i would.”

this seems to quell the lingering ache in his heart as he leans forward and gently rests his forehead against your shoulder. you bring your arm up to comfort him, drawing lazy shapes into his clothing in attempt to help soothe him.

there’s a moment of silence that passes between you two. he pulls away only a fraction, his eyes searching yours. his are full of softness and devotion – one that he doesn’t share willingly to others. you smile and do your best to contain a cough. you raise a hand to cup his cheek, thumb gently caressing his skin.

in the smallest voice he could muster, he says, “i love you.”

two birds on a wire,

one says come on,

and the other says i’m tired,

“daemon,” you say in a voice that’s full of warning, “i’m tired.”

you’re breathless at this point. your lungs are screaming for proper air flow and your legs are starting to ache with a radiating pain.

he huffs, long legs easily carrying him up the steps of the tower, “we’re almost there, just a few more steps.”

you stop for a moment, hand flying towards the stone wall as your attempt to steady yourself and quell the fire that’s burning in your lungs. you take a few deep breaths, desperate to stop the burning sensation. you close your eyes and lean into the wall, taking a moment for yourself. it’s only then that daemon returns to you, his brows furrowed.

“are you alright?”

the energy of your youth was slowly dissipating and it was starting to become obvious to yourself and those around you. however, you’ve tried your best to conceal your predicament from daemon. the last thing you needed was a hellbent daemon trying to be desperate to find something, anything, that would help you.

there’s a shaky exhale that leaves you, “yeah– yes, i’m alright.”

he extends his hand out to you and your take it, allowing him to help guide you up the steps at a slower pace than what he was going before.”

“are you sure you’re alright?”

“yes, i am.”

the sky is overcast

and i’m sorry,

one more or one less

nobody’s worried

“let’s leave tonight,” daemon says one night while you’re sharing a bed. your head is on his chest, your hand splayed on his lower abdomen. you feel a pang in your chest, how much longer could you evade daemon and his suggestions?

you so desperately want to live this fairy tale life with him: explore the world, leave the safety of kings landing, and do whatever they want without the leave of a king. you wanted to share his excitement and thrill of being young and eager to learn new things. but alas, that was not the fate the seven had decided for you.

“daemon,” you say slowly, tilting your head slightly up to look at him through your lashes, “you said we’d stay for rhaenyra’s wedding.”

daemon tuts and begins playing with the sheets that covered his lower half, “i have no desire to be apart of that fest, no doubt it’s going to be dull.”

“she’s your niece, daemon.”

he looks down at you, eyes scanning your face, “i don’t care for her, i desire to be with you,” he turns his head away, “in essos.”

you bit your lip, gently nipping on the skin until it becomes warm and plump.

“i want to stay.”

daemon sighs, but after a moment, “alright.”

two birds of a feather, say that they’re always,

gonna stay together, but ones never goin’

to let go of that wire

daemon had spent days in your room when your sickness began to become more obvious, leaving you bedridden. he would bring things that he knew you would both enjoy, oftentimes that would valyrian books and scrolls that depicted the great age of valyria and it’s many successes. he’d recite these for you in both english and valyrian. there was something about the way his voice dropped an octave when speaking in his mother-tongue that you loved.

“how long until you’re feeling better?” he asks, the book he was reading becoming forgotten. he closes it and rests one of his hands on it as he turns his attention to you.

your move your head to better look at him, a shrug moving your shoulders slightly. even this small action is enough to cause pain, “the maester said–”

“forget about the bloody maester, what do you think?”

you blink at his interruption, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and slowly gnawing on it. you hated this–the lying and going behind his back to find care from a maester without his knowledge. you hated the impending doom and you hated not knowing when your day would be your last.

but instead you smile, your hand twitching as you try to reach out for him, “soon, daemon. soon.”

he shifts the chair closer and takes your hand in his. he notes that it’s cold and lifeless compared to his warm hand. daemon tries to smile.

“good. i need you by my side when i do my travels.”

two birds on a wire

one tries to fly away

and the other..

daemon knows at this point and some part of him wants to believe that it’s not too late.

he’s the farthest thing from a pious man, but he had begged the gods of the old and new for more time to be shared with you. he told them that it was too much–that they were being greedy. but one can’t make demands of a god and expect a turn in a fate.

“we should have run away,” he says in a low voice. he’s by your bed, ears tuned in to sound of the low, shaky breaths that drew in and out your mouth. he’s afraid that if he speaks too high, you’ll break, and if he leaves the room, you’ll find peace without him by your side. “maybe we would have outrun your fate.”

the hand he’s holding twitches in his hold, something that makes him give a sad, lopsided smile. he’s surveying you now, eyes gently trailing over your pale body and the purple hue of your lips. your throat bobs up and down with struggled swallows and it’s the only sign of life on your otherwise still body.

“i’ll take you with me,” he continues, his thumb gently rubbing up and down your hand. “this won’t be the end for us.”

daemon feels a sense of regret fill every fiber of his being. he wants to travel back in time, rewind the clock, and berate at his younger self. he wants to tel his younger self to take what is his and maybe, just maybe, you two could’ve been happier earlier.

daemon feels the sadness beginning to well inside him as he hears you take a long inhale. he winces at the sound.

“it’s time to go, isn’t it?”

daemons feels your fingers squeeze his, the action barely noticeable but to him, to him it was everything.

“i’ll see you soon, my love.”

in between bleary blinks, daemon watches your chest rise and fall with a final breath.

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[perpetualexistence]

It Takes Three to Tango On a Train: An Alenoaheather Fake Dating AU Song Analysis

Yeah you read that right, I'm back with an Alenoaheather Fake Dating idea WOOO-

Again, coming from the most unlikely of places given that the last one came from a Veggietales song. But don't worry, this one isn't a Veggietales song.

It's a Thomas the Tank Engine instrumental remix that perfectly encapsulates Alenoaheather scheming in this specific AU.

Hear me out. I've got mental imagery for how their dance works.

I'm not an expert on music theory or recognizing instruments, but I'll try my best with explaining my thought process. And if you do know things about music and want to correct me, please do.

The song as a whole is the theme of a sinister schemer slithering their way along. Which can basically describe the three of them at their worst, but there's more nuance within the song.

It starts with Noah. He's the steady bass throughline of the whole song. He's got the tambourine and the same three bass notes playing over and over again. Throughout the song he's unchanging and unyielding. He does the least amount of work relatively speaking, but still helps to move the song (and the scheming) forward by providing a steady rhythm.

Noah has his own 'dance' as he goes along. He's lazy at heart, but the rhythm is still encouraging him to move. He's nodding his head along to the steady three beats. He snaps each time the tambourine hits. He's standing in place because he refuses to move. The only movement coming out of him is nods and snaps.

Then comes Heather with the wind instrument at 0:15. She immediately comes slithering in to offer Noah the deal of an alliance. She's using a snake charmer's music because she knows it's something that would work on her. She recognizes like, and wants to snap at the opportunity to have him dance to her tune.

Heather's dance is a ballet. It's a dance she's known since she was young based on the canon of season one. It looks elegant and beautiful, and is one of the most difficult dances to learn. It takes a considerable amount of work to do well, and even more to make it look as effortless as Heather makes it. For Noah, she pirouettes inwards. She wants to draw him in, and knows she doesn't have to move too much in order to do it.

Noah's still unchanging in his tune, despite Heather's best efforts. But they're harmonizing, because this is a good deal for both of them.

Then along comes Alejandro with a rival wind instrument at 0:31. (I want to say a pan flute? Again, I can't recognize instruments by sound.) He's offering the same kind of deal as Heather, but in a slightly different flavor. Hence his instrument being in the same family as Heather's. He wants Noah dancing to the beat of his rhythm instead, but Noah remains unyielding.

Alejandro is still convinced that the deal is made, which leads to the introduction of the brass at 0:46. Now that Heather and Alejandro are convinced they have their own alliances with Noah, they can focus on going after each other. The brass is them fighting each other.

The two circle around each other. Not touching, because they know what the other is capable of. Heather continues her ballet. It's a solo act, and other people should be grateful that they can witness it. She uses the same manipulation tactics in every situation. She's not changing for anyone, either. She's performs the pas de chat, the step of the cat, as she moves. It allows her more distance to stalk her prey.

Alejandro's dance is cumbia (stop at 1:46). It's a dance where the dance partners spend more time apart than they do together. The focus is on the footwork, the machinations of planning. The hands are often on the hips or behind their back. The hips are swaying and showing off. It's a dance that allows Alejandro to preen himself while giving Heather a chance to do the same.

Meanwhile Noah is still snapping and nodding. He's outside of their circle, watching them size each other up. He knows that getting in the middle of their fight would be the death of him. So instead, he keeps an eye on where they're heading, and adjusts himself when they get too close or too far.

There's a five note musical sting that starts at 0:51. This represents the people who get caught in their machinations. It happens twice in rapid succession: first when it appears, then immediately after it gets subsumed and muted into the brass that is their fighting.

Anyone else who gets close to them, or who they set their sights on, has to deal with the combined threat they pose. When a person gets close to Noah, he doesn't outright attack them. Rather, he bares his teeth at them, daring them to come too close. His snapping turns to a subtle way for him to use his thumb to point the threat towards Heather and Alejandro to have them deal with it. He knows what he's sending them to, and it's not his problem.

When a contestant is caught in the middle of Alejandro and Heather's dance, they have to deal with whoever decides to approach them first. With Heather, she dances closer and closer to them. Until, suddenly, she performs a grand battement. She turns something elegant into a high kick directly into the face. It sends whoever she wants reeling, if not completely out. When she's done, she simply carries on back to circling with Alejandro.

With Alejandro, he switches from cumbia to merengue. He grabs his victim by the hands and starts twirling them around. He pulls them close to have them let their guard down. He makes them think they're the only one that he cares about. Then, once they trust him, he twirls them away never to be a bother again. He won't hesitate to knock them down with the sway of his hips if he feels it necessary.

Things switch up again at 1:16 with the introduction of strings and castanets. Because at this point, Alejandro and Heather have noticed that Noah has been outside of the circle this time, gaining from the fruits of their labor. So they start dancing around Noah. He's caught in the eye of their storm.

He's expecting them to immediately go for the kill, but neither do. They're dancing around him and they're watching. They are threatening to drown him out, and his instruments do go a bit quieter. But they continue. He keeps his steady pace of nodding and snapping.

He's been watching them, too. He knows he can't beat them in a fight. That doesn't mean he can't survive them. To anyone else, Heather and Alejandro would be a deadly duo. But he knows them now, as they know him.

He waits for the right moment as they circle around him. And then, he spots the gap between their circle. He rushes for it before it can close, and turns so that he never has his back to them. He's part of their circle now.

All the while, the musical sting is still playing. They're still eliminating others. And they're fully realizing how amazing they are together. They create a vortex of death for all who oppose them.

They take a step towards one another to tighten their circle. Then another. Each of them knows what the other two are capable of. They're all enjoying this dance, and all of them can tell. They will get rid of anyone else that gets in their way, but never each other. They don't want this dance to end, and want to get even close to each other.

They step closer and closer until they're almost touching. The music fades as they are eye to eye with one another. Just as Noah started the song, he finishes it off.

And the three start talking about what to do next.

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[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hello! May I have a romantic adult matchups for JJK and Kny?

She/her

Gemini

Intp

5w4

Asexual/heteromantic

Chaotic Good

Appearance: 164cm. Brown wavy hair, dark Brown eyes. Curvy body I guess? I'm pale with visible beauty marks like on my lips. I wear glasses/sunglasses. I've been described as cute and a tease because I always bite my lips out of habit lol. I often have a tired/annoyed expression or a smile. I wear comfy clothes and even pj outside. Or cliché villain clothes, no in between. I try to wear gloves to stop myself from bitting my nails.

I appear as cold and very sarcastic. But I can be charismatic when I want. I'm always polite unless I dislike you (you'll know it because I become passive agressive). How I act depends on how you act with me, unless I'm in a bad mood. In that case I isolate to not break hearts too much. I act flirty around my friends and is known for sometimes playing with hearts (I'm oblivious to it). I'm petty and can go very far out of spite or vengeance. I curse a lot and will call you out on your bullshit with no issue no matter who you are.

I'm moody and not a morning person AT ALL. I'm brutally honest and it affected some friendships because people sometimes won't dare to approach me. I'm also socially obvious to a lot of things. I'm very curious and have a short attention spawn.

Getting along with me is easy peasy. As long as you're not whiny or a hypocrite we will get along. Now getting to know me is....nearly impossible. No friend of mine has managed to make me spill my problems even thought they share theirs and I help them out. My trust issues and daddy issues are too important for that lol. I don't open up and bottle my feelings all the time till I shut down or explode. I isolate a lot when I have problems or I'm just thinking (I love daydreaming). I'm rebellious but also a smooth talker. My friends know I have good intentions and would never wrong an innocent person. I'm the smart but reckless friend cuz I'll always hype up bad ideas for fun. I can be a bit naive. Even thought I have morbid curiosity and shared dubious experimental ideas....morals ain't my Forte. I'm more logical than emotional. I'm ambitious and can't stand my own failure. But I'm also lazy and a procrastinator which is a terrible combo. I'm always willing to debate and learn new things because knowledge is very important to me. I'm creative and innovative, I know when to get to business. I'm very competitive and try to hide it. Yeah I have an ego, so what? if you don't have a solid argument with me, I'll destroy you.

Despite that, I joke a lot and never take anything seriously. It happens that I underestimate people (I beat them later sooo). I'm a big tease and love to rile up people and see them get angry. I subtly insult people when they piss me off.

Because of that, I get very lonely and I'm misunderstood. I don't recognize my own feelings and mask that pretty well as it fools everyone. i don't consider myself to be a good person for some reasons. I envy easily and get annoyed easily because I want to succeed above all lol.

Hobbies: Reading (mystery, thriller, fantasy), true crime, video games, manga, drawing, baking, fighting sports (sparing and shooting), learning, daydreaming. I love space and mad scientists stories. My aesthetic is definitely related to those subjects as well as the sea and stars.

I'm insecure about my weight despite not being overweight.

In a relationship, I'm the most chill person. I don't get jealous or clingy. You can do whatever you want. I'm always here to give you advices because helping you out, giving you my time and giving you gifts is my love langage. It bothered my last boyfriend because he thought I wasn't emotionally present and isolated a lot (which I did. I warned him that I accepted out of boredroom and didn't love him but he still went ahead. Then he emotionally cheated on my bd and everyone noticed but me lol. I separated from those friends cuz none told me and I value honesty a lot). I love cuddles but I'll take time to accept physical touch. I enjoy a partner that can keep up with me and be patient and honest because I value honesty. I also love receiving gifts because uh...I grew up with them validating love. I hate whiny and cowardly people.

I speak Arabic, French and English. I'm an only child. I study electronics and want to work in space related studies.

Thank you!

(Hello there! I hope you enjoyed this and have a great day/night!)

I match you with..

Gyomei Himejima

- He’s a very patient and honest person.

- He won’t pry about any of your problems because he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

- Once you feel comfortable with physical affection, he’ll happily cuddle with you for as long as you want. He prefers to cuddle when you’re ready to go to bed, so that you can sleep in his arms.

- He helps you spar, he’s hesitant about you sparring with him because he’s afraid that he’ll hurt you really bad.

- Loves your homemade baked goods. He thinks you bake really well.

- He’s a good listener and he’ll reassure you that you can come to him anytime about your problems and he’ll do his best to help you out.

- He likes to listen to you talk about your interests. For example, you telling him about the most recent chapter you’ve read, what you drew that day, etc.

Gojo Satoru

- No matter how hard it is to get to know you, he is determined. He’s also not scared off by your cold appearance or your brutal honesty.

- When he finds out that you love receiving gifts, the gifts will keep on coming (prepare to get spoiled)

- He also likes quality time with you, even if it’s the both of you just chilling around each other.

- Whenever you are reading next to him and he gets bored, he’ll sigh very dramatically to see if you’ll give him any attention.

- Sometimes you’ll find your glasses missing and when you go looking for them you’ll see them on him.

- It took him by surprise the first time that you flirted with him, but he instantly flirted back.

- He loves your rebellious side. The two of you get so chaotic sometimes and the others are so done with y’all’s shit lmao.

Masterlist

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[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Francis Drake Main Story

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

(Why? Why all of a sudden?)

Drake: "Haa..."

Mitsuki: "Ah! Stop."

My thoughts dissipated as he sucked my skin, and a terrifying pleasure ran through my entire body, making me moan involuntarily.

(No, stop...)

Mitsuki: "Wait, Drake..."

I tried to push his chest, but...

Mitsuki: "Ah!"

He sank his fangs deeper, and my strength gave way, causing us to fall to the floor.

Drake: "Haa... Don't run away."

Mitsuki: "Drake..."

Drake: "If you want to curse someone, curse yourself for chasing after me."

He held down both my wrists and hovered above me.

His aquamarine eyes, filled with a ferocious gleam, seemed to be driven solely by desire.

Drake: "Nn..."

Mitsuki: "Ah...mnn..."

Once again, he buried his face in my neck and licked the bitten spot with his tongue.

The wet sounds reverberated in my ears, sending shivers deep within me.

(It's scary, but...)

(Why does it feel so good?)

I'm scared of the overwhelming pleasure that is stealing away my rationality.

I'm scared of being swept away by the desire being dragged out of me.

And I'm scared of his beastly nature.

My mind and body are in disarray, and when my tears welled up一

He looked down at me with blood-stained lips, his face twisted in a frown.

Then he wiped away the tears that had welled up at the corners of my eyes.

(Drake...)

Although his touch was far from gentle, my chest tightened.

(Can't he resist the urge?)

Seeing him furrow his eyebrows in pain, a different emotion welled up inside me.

(I want to ease his pain.)

(I don't want to push him away.)

(I don't want to betray him.)

More than fear or pleasure, these feelings overwhelmed me, and I tightly embraced his back.

Drake: "Mitsuki, why?"

Drake: "Haah, damn it."

His hot breath brushed against my ear, and he sucked on my neck again.

Amid my intoxicating pleasure and feelings for him, I lost consciousness.

Drake: "Mitsuki?"

Mitsuki was completely unconscious under his body, and her hands that had clung to his back were now weakly sprawled on the floor.

Her once neat white blouse, forcibly disheveled, had lost several buttons, and her exposed neck bore bite marks with blood seeping out.

Even though it was such a pitiful sight, he swallowed hard again.

Drake: ".........."

He clicked his tongue at himself and turned his face away, trying to avoid looking at Mitsuki.

While the impulse had somewhat subsided, he clenched his fist to suppress the lingering urge, then looked up at the moonlit sky beyond the window.

Drake: "Having this body stuck between being human and a vampire is really annoying."

The maddening full moon shone brightly in the night sky.

My consciousness slowly emerged from the abyss-like darkness.

I tried lifting my eyelids, but my body was too lazy to even do that.

(What happened to me?)

I found myself lying on a sofa, and when I tried to sit up, I felt dizzy.

Drake: "You're anemic. You should go back to sleep."

I shifted my gaze and noticed that he was leaning on the neighboring sofa.

(That's right. He bit me.)

Drake: "I've already treated your neck. I want to take you back to the mansion, but for now, it's better if you don't move."

Drake: "Also, the full moon is still out. I don't know what will happen if I touch you again."

Drake: "Stay here until morning."

Drake relayed this calmly while averting his gaze from me.

(I wonder what's happening to him.)

(And what is this place?)

Many questions came to mind, but what I really wanted to ask was:

Mitsuki: "Are you okay?"

Drake: ".........."

Mitsuki: "Are you feeling better now?"

Drake: "You always focus on others, and that's why you often draw the short end of the stick."

His response, which wasn't really an answer, drifted away as I fell back to sleep.

???: "What kind of situation is this?"

I woke up to someone's voice echoing in my ears, not sure how much time had passed.

Still unable to move as I wished, I gazed vaguely at the dim world through the narrow gap between my half-opened eyes.

Drake: "Galileo, sorry. I messed up."

Drake: "She saw me in the city and followed me here."

Galileo: ".........."

I saw the figure of a man talking to Drake.

(Huh?)

Drake: ���I came here because of my urge, but then this girl appeared. I have no choice.”

Galileo: “She’s not dead, is she?”

Drake: “Yeah. How are you?”

Galileo: “I’ve taken Blanc to keep it under control. It’s almost dawn.”

I couldn’t think properly, but there was one thing I noticed:

------------Flashback-----------

???: “Be careful.”

---------Flashback Ends--------

(Was he the person from back then?)

The memory quickly faded away, and I was once again pulled into a deep sleep.

???: “How is Mitsuki doing?”

???: “She’s still sleeping. The doctor examined her and said there were no issues with her body.”

(This voice...)

A familiar voice brought my consciousness back, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself in my room.

Mitsuki: “Comte? Sebastian?”

Comte & Sebastian: “----!”

Comte: “You’re awake, Mitsuki. That’s good.”

With the help of Comte and Sebastian, I sat up in bed.

Sebastian: “How are you feeling?”

Mitsuki: “I feel somewhat lethargic. Also, I feel like I slept a lot.”

Sebastian: "It's more like you fainted."

Comte: "Don't push yourself. Let's talk slowly."

The two of them, who were peering worriedly into my face, let out a sigh of relief.

Sebastian: "Everyone was worried."

Mitsuki: "Sorry for worrying you."

Mitsuki: "Um, what happened? I don't remember much, but I think I followed Drake in town, and then..."

As I started to speak, the events after following Drake in town flashed through my mind. Comte, observing my expression, quietly began to explain.

Comte: "Yesterday, both you and Drake didn't return to the mansion even after it got dark."

Comte: "We were worried, but in the morning, Drake came back carrying you in his arms."

Comte: "You were exhausted and had a wound on your neck."

I put my hand on my neck and found it covered with gauze.

Comte: "That wound... Drake bit you, didn't he?"

I stared directly into his golden eyes.

Mitsuki: "Yes."

Nodding, Comte lowered his eyes solemnly.

Comte: "Drake said he was suddenly overcome by the urge to drink blood and accidentally bit you."

Comte: "Then he treated your injuries after you passed out at the inn and waited for morning to come."

(Inn?)

(That place didn't look like an inn to me.)

The trivial question that came to mind was swept away by Comte's stern expression and his next question.

Comte: "Did Drake forcefully attack you?"

(Ah…)

------------Flashback-----------

Drake: “Don’t come any closer!!”

Drake: “Of all days, why now?”

Drake: “Get out of my face, Mitsuki.”

---------Flashback Ends--------

I remembered Drake's appearance at that moment.

(If I think about it, it might have been forceful.)

It was so sudden, and I couldn't even say anything, but...

Mitsuki: "Even though Drake was overcome by his urge to drink blood, he tried to keep me away, but I still approached him."

Mitsuki: "I was surprised to be bitten, but I accepted it willingly. So it wasn't forceful."

Comte: "I see."

He responded and softened his expression.

Comte: "I was thinking that if Drake scared you, I would have to figure out how to deal with it because living under the same roof might be difficult from now on."

(So he was genuinely worried.)

Mitsuki: "Thank you, Comte. Um, is Drake okay?"

Mitsuki: "He looked like he was in a lot of pain back then."

Sebastian: "After returning to the mansion, he seems to be back to his usual self. He's currently in his room."

Mitsuki: "That's a relief."

Recalling the pained eyes I saw while being bitten, I asked Comte.

Mitsuki: "Can I see him?"

I heard a knock on the door.

I answered “Come in”, and the person I was waiting for showed up.

Drake: “Mitsuki.”

Drake sat on the chair next to the bed and peered at my face.

Drake: “Are you feeling okay?”

Mitsuki: “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m not dizzy anymore.”

Mitsuki: “Thank you for bringing me back to the mansion.”

He slightly furrowed his eyebrows as I expressed gratitude.

Drake: “You don’t need to thank me.”

Drake: “Sorry for attacking you.”

I shook my head lightly as he bowed his head.

Mitsuki: “It’s fine. More importantly, are you okay? You seemed off yesterday.”

Drake: “The bloodlust has subsided. If it hadn’t, they wouldn’t have let me in here.”

Mitsuki: “That’s not all, though.”

Mitsuki: “I saw you fighting in the street yesterday.”

I remembered what happened yesterday and hesitated a little.

He displayed overwhelming strength, taking down the men who attacked him one by one like a completely different person.

Drake pondered for a moment and let out a sigh.

Drake: "It looks like deceiving you won't work."

Drake: "I rarely talk about it to anyone, but on a full moon, I become like that."

Drake: "I get impulsive, and it's hard to control my instincts."

(Come to think of it, yesterday was a full moon.)

The moon was said to influence human emotions, much like the tides.

I guess what happened to him was an extension of that.

Drake: "Because I lose control, I used to be feared by both enemies and allies."

Mitsuki: "So, did you disappear from the mansion without anyone noticing to ensure our safety?"

Drake: "……..."

Drake: "Well, yeah. I can't let everyone know about it."

He muttered in a low voice, seemingly reluctant to touch on the matter.

Mitsuki: "I see. Thank you for telling me, Drake."

Although he might have revealed this because he bit me, I couldn't help but feel a little happy that he chose to confide in me about his hidden circumstances.

At that moment, he reached his hand toward me.

He brushed aside the hair that hung over my shoulder and gazed at the marks on my neck.

Drake: "The bite marks will probably linger for a while."

(Ah...)

His gaze focused on me, and his fingertips lightly touched my skin.

Just that simple contact brought back the intoxicating euphoria from last night, making me blush.

Drake: "Mitsuki? Sorry, did that hurt?"

Mitsuki: "No, it's not that. I, um, just remembered something."

He gave me a puzzled look, and I felt even more embarrassed.

Mitsuki: "I didn't know being bitten would make me feel like that."

Drake: "Yeah. The one getting bitten feels good."

Drake: "After a momentary pain, they are overwhelmed by a numb pleasure."

Drake: "Last night, you were making such sweet sounds that I've never heard before."

(He remembered that!?)

My face was probably as red as the setting sun.

Just like the time he put the earrings on me, he brushed my hair behind my ear, and his gaze became intense.

Drake: "Did you feel it?"

Mitsuki: "........."

Once again, my face turned hot.

He wasn't teasing me but simply looking straight at me, which only fueled my embarrassment.

Mitsuki: “Don’t ask me things like that.”

Drake: “Haha! Sorry. You really haven’t been bitten by anyone, huh?”

Drake: “Sorry for taking your first.”

He let out a wry smile and sat back in the chair.

Drake: “Hey, why did you hold me when I bit you?”

Suddenly, he asked me.

Drake: “You must have been scared of me. So why?”

He frowned as if he were facing an unsolvable puzzle, making it seem like he didn’t have the missing piece from the start.

Mitsuki: “Yeah. I was scared because it felt like you weren’t yourself.”

Mitsuki: “But you seemed in so much pain that I wanted to do something to help you.”

If there was anything I could do for him, even just a little, I would. That's why I wrapped my arms around his back and accepted his fangs.

Mitsuki: “I couldn’t and didn’t want to push you away.”

Mitsuki: “I didn’t want to betray you.”

Drake: “..........”

Drake’s eyes widened in surprise.

Drake: “Even though you were being attacked, you still showed compassion for your attacker.”

Drake: “You’re scared, yet you don’t want to betray me. You really are...”

Mitsuki: “A softy?”

Drake: “Hey.”

I teased him about what he often said, and he chuckled softly.

Drake: “You’ve done me a big favor.”

Mitsuki: “It’s not a favor. It’s just something I wanted to do, so don’t worry about it.”

Drake: “No, I want to worry about it because I want to.”

He looked straight into my eyes.

Drake: “Next time, it’s my turn. If something happens to you, I will definitely help. I promise.”

(Drake...)

His clear aquamarine eyes conveyed a sincerity that went beyond words.

Mitsuki: "Yeah. You won't betray me. I believe in you."

Mitsuki: "It's our promise, okay? Like a pirate's code."

Drake: "Yeah, okay."

A while ago, we echoed each other's words by the Seine River and exchanged smiles.

The sense of distance that seemed uncertain somehow returned to its usual closeness.

Drake: "Hey, Mitsuki. I'll leave this with you. Keep it as a charm."

Mitsuki: "A charm? Wait, what?"

I widened my eyes at what he gave me.

The beautifully decorated object, reflecting a golden light, was none other than the gun Drake usually carried at his side.

Drake: "It's for self-defense. Because you're always getting yourself into trouble."

Mitsuki: "I can't accept something like this. I don't even know how to use it!"

Mitsuki: "Besides, isn't this your precious weapon?"

Drake: "Yeah, yeah, it's precious, so take good care of it."

Drake wrapped his hands around mine, holding the gun.

Drake: "Even just pointing it at someone can be intimidating. I'll teach you how to shoot, so use it if you need to, even if it's against me."

(What?)

Mitsuki: "What do you mean by that?"

Drake: "There might be a situation like yesterday where I end up attacking you, little fawn."

He flashed a mischievous smile, so I lightheartedly responded, asking him not to tease me.

Even though I only caught a glimpse, his eyes didn't seem like he was joking at all.

Drake left Mitsuki's room and looked up outside the hallway window.

Drake: "Consider this as a deal."

Drake: "It's uncomfortable to leave a debt unpaid, so I'm just returning the favor."

If that were the case, there would've been no need to say "promise".

He muttered this in his mind and left the place.

The moon, which changed its shape every day like the human heart, shone on his back.

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