#prince nuada x y/n

[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

"His plaything"

Pairing: Prince Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / Third person POV)

Themes: Dark | Smut

Warnings: Dark! Nuada | Dub-Con | Power imbalance dynamic | Degredation | Explicit language | Spanking | Penetrative sex | Rough Sex | Oral (Male receiving) | Cream pie | Angst

Word count: 1.6k words

Summary: Nuada searched for a means to satisfy his physical needs. The opportunity presented itself in one of the mortal servants made to serve at court.

Rating: 🔥🔥🔥| Minors DNI. You are responsible for the media you consume. | 18+

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Nuada was a disciplined elf. He spent hours pouring over books and stone tablets in his lord father's great library. When he was not reading, he was sparring.

The crown prince was a warrior without peer, so the singers said. Even when he was but an elfling, it was said no match could be found for Nuada's gift with spears and swords. His father, the high king of all elves, considered him to be the greatest warrior of their people. And the most accomplished. The prince was not just gifted with the blade and well-read; he was also skilled in craftmanship and music and even dancing. It was a strange thing indeed, to see such a brutal warrior glide across a hall like a feather on the wind.

Handsome and charming and dangerous in equal measure, the prince never wanted for company. Nuada was always surrounded by beautiful maidens, all of them vying for his attention. He was unwed, you see, and was expected to take a wife. That was one of his duties: to marry a maiden of the highest birth and produce an heir. The prince understood this. He was more than willing to pledge himself to marriage, but he just needed time to find a bride worthy of him. Until then, he decided, he would find other means to satisfy his needs, for he was a warrior, and as disciplined as he was, he had a warrior's many appetites.

Of course, it must be said that the prince would never sate his hunger by taking another elf to bed. Oh no. Nuada abhorred the very notion of sullying one of his own people that way, no matter how lowborn the elf in question may be. He turned his eyes to the servants instead. They were all mortal hostages taken by his lord father after a great and terrible war. King Balor tolerated them as well as he could manage, and turned a blind eye to how they were treated, provided certain decencies were observed. Those decencies were simple enough: No torture. No working servants to death. No forced couplings. Alas, these edicts had many and more cracks to find if one knew how to find them.

And Nuada found one precisely to his liking.

"Why are you whimpering, little mortal? He grunted. "I thought a good little whore like you wanted nothing less than being bedded by the crown prince Bethmoora."

Whore. That was the choice word he called her, among other things. And yes, y/n did desire the crown prince ever since the moment she first saw him. Her dreams had been haunted by sweet and tender visions of him wooing her before bedding her. She thought that should her dream ever become reality, he would be as generous and courteous and gentle with her as he was with the ladies of his father's court. Such blissful ignorance only lasted until he caught her looking one night while serving his dinner. The prince only waited till his guests took their leave of him before asking her to sink to her knees. He had caressed her cheek, almost in affection, and insisted she open her mouth for him. Not knowing what was expected of her, y/n obeyed. So much had changed since then.

She jolted when he slapped her thigh. His hand was large and had been roughened by centuries of fighting and wielding weapons. It left a mark all of its own. He slapped her thigh again and dug his nails into her flesh. Y/n licked her lips. The prince was expecting an answer.

"I whimper out of pleasure, your highness," she replied as fast as she could, hoping it would please him. She may have felt some pleasure; it was true, but it was so little. The prince would slake his lust upon her body and chase his release, and show little care for her own. As soon as he was satisfied, Nuada would order her to dress and leave.

"You are not lying to me, yes? You do know what happens when people lie to me, yes?"

"I know, your highness. I am not lying, your highness."

Nuada grunted and grabbed her hips, muttering indencies in her ear the entire time. His hands left bruises wherever they touched. Sometime he held her so hard her body would be sore for several days after. Then there were the things he called her, not caring about how they might make her feel. Y/n would not have minded any of it had he shown any interest in her during the act. Or showed concern for her after it.

"Such a good little whore," he said, picking up his tortuous pace and thrusting even harder, filling her as deeply as he could. His nails dug into delicate skin, leaving bruises in their wake. "But you must be fucking silent. I like you that way. Is that understood?"

"Yes, your highness." Y/n lowered her arms and rested her head against the pillows. That allowed the prince to find another angle. He rammed her and found a new place that made her moan long and deep.

"I said be silent!" He barked at her and soon lost himself in her flesh. Nuada moaned and grew drunk on the sound of his thighs slapping against hers. He chose well, he thought. Y/n was meek and discrete and obedient, a maiden who had not known the touch of men until him. She was so soft, her skin warm, and her cunt plush and sinful whenever it fluttered and tightened around his cock. Then there was that sweet little mouth of hers. Nuada enjoyed seeing it swollen and glistening with the remnants of his spend.

The bed creaked softly. Y/n bit her lip and buried her face in the pillows. A heady mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed her even as fresh tears coursed down her cheeks. They had sprung from the knowledge that she was a mere plaything to the prince, someone he could use and throw aside once someone worthy of him was in the offing. And there would be someone worthy. Nuada would take an elf-maid hailing from only the highest of births for a wife. She, on the other hand, was a mere mortal, the only child of a petty king who dared to march against King Balor.

"If only your pathetic father could see you now," Nuada grunts and stops just long enough to reach over to gather her wrists. One hand tightens over them, keeping them behind her back. The other curled around her hair. He tugged hard whenever he sheathed himself in her. "A slut servicing her master."

Her father had been allowed to live on the condition that she be sent to court as a hostage. He had no say in where she was placed or whom she had to serve. He was not allowed to know, either. Perhaps this was a mercy.

The air grew thick and heated. The room felt uncommonly warm. Y/n's neck ached from Nuada tugging her hair. Her entire body trembled with each violent thrust. Tiny beads of sweat formed over her skin. Her breath had reduced to shallow gasps and pants. A sweet tension gathered in her core. She was close. So close. But the question remained: will the prince let her have her pleasure just this once?

That was not to be. Nuada felt the coiling in his belly. He was on the precipice of his release, and he had no intention of spilling his seed in y/n's slick heat. As glorious as that would be, he did not wish to risk planting a halfling bastard in y/n's belly. The elves were the children of the earth. The golden blood of the true ancients and the elder gods flowed strong in their veins, and Nauda would never dream of mingling his blood with that of a lesser creature. He drew back and got out of bed, pulling y/n with him as he did. She knew what was to happen next and did well to hide the sadness welling within her.

"Open," he commanded, after she settled on her knees.

Y/n obeyed, letting her mouth go slack while he sank his length all the way in. She kept still while he set the pace, her breath filled with the clean scent of him. His cock was warm and heavy on her tongue. Y/n tightened her lips just enough, just as he taught her the first night. He moaned. She opened her eyes. His head was thrown back, and his mouth was slightly parted. Nuada moved, fucking her mouth and grunting whenever that sinful tongue of hers glided along his member. He sighed wistfully, grabbed at her hair, and went faster and deeper, delighting in the little gagging sounds she made. All y/n could do was keep her hands on her thighs and let Nuada enjoy himself. She was not allowed to touch him during the act or speak to him unless spoken to. He delighted in that too, for he believed that was where mortals like her belonged. Silent and by the feet of their betters.

A few more moments were all it took. "Fuck," Nuada muttered while his cock throbbed and twitched and a warm torrent of his spend spilled onto y/n's tongue. He pressed himself hard against her lips while still riding the high of his orgasm, groaning one last time before finally pulling his cock out of her mouth. The prince ran a thumb over the servant girl's lips, pleased to find them glistening and swollen as always.

"Swallow," he commanded, and brushed a thumb over her tears. He brought it to his mouth, as if to savor the taste. "Swallow my spend like the good whore that you are."

Y/n obeyed, trying not wrinkle her face when the salty essence of him washed down her throat. She knew Nuada would not let her leave until she had swallowed every last drop. Nuada grunted in approval when she opened her mouth and he found it empty. He lifted y/n to her feet and kissed her hard on the lips, his fingers digging into her skin. When he pulled away his eyes glinted in savage triumph.

"Get dressed, and then get out," he said without even looking at her. "I have had my fill of you this night."

Y/n gathered her clothes. Her fingers trembled, as if they had all turned to thumbs. She fumbled with the lacing on her dress, the ties of her neat little apron. She glanced at him. Many a turn of the moon had come and gone since their first coupling, and the prince could not bring himself to even pretend to show her a shred of kindness and respect. Y/n sniffled and looked away.

Nuada made a sound of disgust. "Spare me the sad little doe eyes. I will not fall for it. Now get out and get one of the others to draw me a bath."

Y/n slipped into her shoes and fled into the cold and empty darkness, finding it a welcome relief to the prince's company.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Whoa you like Nuada too? I can’t pass this up! Can you please write Nuada with a reader who is cheerful individual? I like grumpy x sunshine ships 😆 I feel he wouldn’t know how to go about it and more confused when he falls for reader (Gender neutral pls)

Of course I like Nuada anon! How could I not?! I’d be ashamed of myself if I didn’t.🦦 also this is long as shit. I got carried away…no I won’t apologise.

Nuada first heard of you whilst being held captive at the BRPD through Nuala, whom had met you earlier that day through your mutual love of literature. And according to his sister you were a bright, bubbly, happy and warm individual who made her feel welcomed and included the moment she came to the Bureau; even going so far as to gift her with a poetry book with a cerulean blue cover.

It was actually a personal possession of yours but due to never haven gotten to read it, you had decided that it would serve Nuala far better than it ever did you. Nuala naturally refused to accept it but, you were persistent that she’d have it as you would rather have it be well loved and read than sitting on a cold, lonely shelf collecting dust.

‘They’re such a delight to talk to brother.’ Nuala began, clutching the poetry book with the cerulean cover close to her chest as though it were a priceless treasure, which to her it very much was.

‘They’re human dear sister, this persona they’ve put on is probably a trick, an illusions of sorts to lure you into a false sense of security.’ Nuada warns, not as trusting towards humanity as Nuala was. Giving? Warm? Welcoming? These were traits that the elven prince would’ve never associated with humans. Ever. It just sounded too far fetched to think that such a kindhearted and selfless person could ever have existed. Nuada only knew humanity for their glutinous greed, so such simple acts of kindness as gifting someone a poetry book, would do very little to change his perspective on the entirety of mankind.

Nuala frowns. ‘You haven’t even met them and yet you refuse to give them a fair chance. I understand your grievances towards humans but all I ask of you, dear brother, is that you learn to trust one, even if that one happens to be y/n.’ Nuala pleaded with Nuada, holding out on a spark of hope that with your influence, Nuada’s heart will no longer be veiled in shadows. Nuala truly believed that if anyone could come close to doing just that, it would be you, she just knew it.

Nuada merely scoffs at the notion his sister has in you being the one to unveil his heart of the pain and suffering. While he may have once bended to his twins every plea, this was one he could not find himself willingly doing so and the look upon Nuala’s face told him that she was very much made aware of that fact and wordlessly left.

Nuada wouldn’t get to experience you in your entirety until the BRPD decided that Nuada was trusted to head out on missions as your partner, they too also had some inclination that your bright and sweet persona would not only run off on Nuada but also soften his resolve against all of humanity; an request that would take a lot out of you.

‘You must be Prince Nuada. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name I’ve heard so much about.’ You said, barely able to contain your excitement at finally being given a partner. Sure the stories you’ve heard about the elven prince were…less then enlightening, framing him as an angry and vengeful being incapable of change, but the ones you’ve heard from Nuala however painted Nuada as a somewhat tragic figure.

‘I can’t remember the last time I saw my brother smile, if he even smiled at all.’ Nuala would say as a saddened look came across her face before she looked over at you when you abruptly grabbed her hand, face set in serious determination.

‘I’ll try and get him to smile more for you.’ You said.

‘It’s an impossible feat.’ Nuala counters but you weren’t having any of it.

‘Then I’ll just keep trying until I do, no matter how long that may take.’ You replied, staying strong to your conviction.

‘Why. Why would you go out of your way to do something for someone you barely even know?’ Nuala asked, feeling your strength, determination, heart and more theough just holding your hand alone. It was overwhelming of hoe bright you were that Nuala swore she would soon be blinded by your light alone, however it was because of your power of will that gave her hope, hope that you’ll might just do what she had long since believed to be impossible.

You merely smiled and relied with, ‘because even the strongest of us deserve to smile and like you said, you don’t remember the last time that you’ve seen your brother smile. So leave that to me and I promise to have Nuada smiling soon.’

And you always meant your promises. Always. What you wasn’t expecting was how handsome Nuada actually was. No one had bothered to tell you prior that your partner was a true beauty. A beauty with a piercing set of golden eyes and desirably soft, silky hair that fell past his shoulders in a platinum blonde waterfall. He held an air about him that made you both nervous and excited, however you had to quickly remind yourself that he wasn’t going to warm up to you nearly as quickly as you’d hoped.

Nuada on the other hand was immediately blindsided by your personality. It was so vibrant, colourful and filled to the brim with radiant life that he was certain that he looked rather dull and lifeless in comparison. It also looked as though his sister was right about many things in regard to your character, however that didn’t warrant Nuada to immediately start trusting you like she had wished for, after all you were still a human at the end of the day.

‘I’m-‘

‘Y/n. I’m aware.’ Nuada cuts you off abruptly before you could properly introduce yourself.

You made a face. ‘How-‘

‘My sister speaks highly of you,’ you began to smile at that but Nuada wasn’t finished, ‘but I have yet to witness what’s so special about you.’ You merely shrugged and answered with your entire chest. ‘You will soon enough. I promised your sister to get you to smile after all.’ Nuada’s brows raised at this but before he could get you to elaborate on that further, it was already time to head out for your first mission as a partnership.

Your first mission had turned out to be an avid success that it would only stand to reason to keep sending you and Nuada out as a team. You worked extremely well together and your fighting styles complement each others, while also concealing any weak spots that the other may have almost seamlessly. You and Nuada both complement missions in quick and swift succession. That was out in the field however, the way you acted towards Nuada afterwards made him feel a weird warmth within his chest.

You would often note of how Nuada fell a good distance behind everyone else after group missions, and so you would then fall to the back of the group also -not wanting him to be alone- before naturally falling into step with him, all the while still adhering to giving him his own personal space. You didn’t force a conversation with him like he expected you to, but instead allowed a calming silence to befall the pair of you as you headed home; Which was something he was oddly grateful to you for as he wasn’t that much of a conversationalist after battle.

However he couldn’t help but wonder why you were putting in so much effort into him. He hated your kind and yet you’ve treated him with nothing but respect and kindness. You didn’t push his boundaries, you didn’t overstay your welcome but even long after you left his side, Nauda could still feel your lingering warmth within every breeze that passed him by. Nuada just didn’t get why you were so hellbent on your promise to his sister, was it truly that important for you to help fulfil Nuala’s wish? And if so, what was it that she had said at the time for you that solidified your need to see it through film the end?

While Nuada had to admit, it was quite admirable that you kept to your word but some days he couldn’t help but question whether if that was your sole reason for sticking so close to him. Whether or not he’d ever confront you about it was his to debate upon later, but as for now he decided against it; His pride would never allow him to indulge in such thoughts and ideations that weren’t remotely relevant to hating humans.

Nuada had also noticed that after being your partner for a while, he had developed a need to protect you from all harm. At first he thought that if you died on a mission, the fault would fall onto him and he would be put back into confinement until further notice, but he soon learned that wasn’t actually the case; Far from it actually that he soon found himself sitting across from his sister to discuss about it.

‘Sounds like you have grown fond of y/n, brother.’ Nuala had said, smiling as she relishes in the times that Nuada obviously expressed interest in you without knowing it, but luckily that’s when the link they share makes situations like these a whole lot more simpler to navigate.

‘I merely find them more tolerable than others.’ Nuada defends, crossing his arms over his chest, still heavily in denial that anything he felt for you could possibly go beyond the realms of being cordial with one another. Yet that didn’t explain the sting in his chest whenever you were as joyful and excitable with anyone who wasn’t him, almost as though he wanted you to only beam that bright for him and him only.

‘Then why do you feel at peace with them near? Has their light finally unveiled your heart?’ Nuala asked and this time Nuada stayed silent for a longer period of time as he was beginning to realise that yes, you did infect have unveiled his heart from the shadows he cast over it. What scared him however was how you had done it. You constantly showed him patience during the times where he needed it, showed him understanding when he talked about his feelings, something he hadn’t done as much before meeting you; you even showed him solidarity for the times where he needed someone to stand by his side.

You had changed Nuada’s way of life in small but meaningful ways that there came a day where he starts to hate the fact that he had come this far without the gentle guidance of your voice for him to follow unto a better path. However despite acknowledging that you play a pivotal part in his current life, doesn’t mean that made Nuada’s understanding of his feelings any clearer than they were when he first discovered them.

‘They make me feel things I’d never thought I’d feel again Nuala.’ He began, knowing that whatever he said to his sister would be kept solely between them. ‘I’ve been lost admits my need for revenge that even the fluttering in my chest, or the warmth that reaches my cheeks feels foreign to me now.’ He adds, taking the time to remember the first time he felt something towards you that wasn’t explicit hatred for being human. ‘It feels as though I’m experiencing them for the first time and I can’t help but become addicted of sorts, that whenever they smile at me-‘

‘You hope that they smile at you like that forever.’ Nuala interrupts her brother softly, already quite well acquainted either that feeling from the times she felt Nuada’s emotions through the link.

‘Yes.’ Nuada said in an almost whisper. ‘I wish to be the reason y/n smiles as much as they are mine.’ Nuala couldn’t help but express her happiness for this new stage of Nuada’s life, all she wanted was for her brother to be happy and she was made even happier at the fact that it was you who made him the happiest he’s ever felt in a long time.

‘We shall get through this together brother.’ Nuala reassured, feeling her brothers’ still prevalent confusion, making Nuada look back at her, ‘then soon everything else will fall into place. You just have to put faith in the hope that y/n will be there to catch you when you fall.’

Nuada was still confused about everything but with hi sisters help, he hopes to surely get a clearer understanding of what he was currently feeling before confronting you about it.

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[writingoddess1125]

hiya!

Could you do Prince Nuada from Hellboy 2 and reader?

This one has taken me a while- Also thank you for reigniting the LOVE I had for Prince Nuada! Ugh! So sexy!!

I do hope this is to your liking since it did take some warping.

1. I gotta keep Nuada and Nuala alive so the ending didn't happen

2. Introduce elements from the comics aka Hellboy had adopted siblings.

OKAY ENJOY! I TRIED HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Half Breed

Prince Nuada x FemReader

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After the fortunately failed suicide attempt from Nuala which had horribly injured both twins- Nuafa had been captured and the two rushed back to the Bureau for emergency treatment, Which fortunately allowed the Elves to survive the whole ordeal.

Nuada had been placed in custody of B.P.R.D first as a high level prisoner for many months after his attempt to wipe out humanity.

After being in solitary confinement for far too long a deal was struck with him to work for the organization due to his knowlege of the world and to get out of solitary help all that had been damaged.

He had agreed- begrudgingly and because Nuala insisted.. it had been nearly a year of this all- When something interesting took place.

Nuala and Abe walked down the corridors together, talking about recent books they had shared before Abe paused.

"Oh?-" He looked around calmly before seeing the warning lights come down shining blue instead of the normal red for emergencies.

"Is there an emergancy?" Nuala questioned, a bit nervous of what it could mean, But Abe gently touched her shoulder with his gloved hand.

"No no- Just a old friend. Everytime she visits her and Red play a.. Game of sorts like tag" Abe explained, Nuala smiling at hearing this. Nuada who had just returned from a mission turned the corner seeing his sister and the fish man, frowning but looking to the lights.

"Whats this?" He asked shortly, Abe repeating his answer from before.

"Warning lights for a Game?" He questioned, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Well they are only allowed to have this game once a year and for 5 minutes- mainly due to the property damage that always happens" Abe said truthfully as the elven twins looked surprised by this. A childish game causing property damage?

As if right on cue there was a loud crash the trio turning to see Hellboy running full force in their direction like a train.

"MOVE MOVE!" He yelled loudly, as he ran past them. This was the fastest any of them had seen him run even in a life or death situation, right as he was about to turn the corner a black boot came barrowing down on the side of his cheek, knocking him to the ground hard before the smaller figure ran down the hall Red had just gone through.

"You're it!" She yelled and the trio watched- There running past was a women. Dressed in all black leather tactical gear with her silver hair in a long braid, the ends a sunset gold- (Y/S/C) skin with unique etchings found in only elvish culture paired with amber eyes. It didn't take a genius to figure see what she was-

"Timer Abe!" She yelled, Abe looking to the small watch he carried.

"4 minutes and 26 seconds left- Also happy youve returned safely" He called out to (Y/N) who dashed down the hallway.

Nuada eyes widened as he couldnt help but follower her with his gaze, something about her drew him in. The trio sticking to the walls as they tried to follow the action- it was like a massive battle taking black between a giant and a tiny titan. While Red was slamming into walls cracking cement with his weight and arm- (Y/N) was doing flips and hung to the light fixtures above to keep an advantage.

"Happy to see you too!!!"

He could only describe himself as being mesmerized by her.. Every turn, giggle and jump just seemed to bewitch him and it terrified him.. It wasn't till a loud alarm snapped him his gaze making him jump a bit in surprise- the game was over it seemed and Hellboy returned with his sister, the demon clearly glum from losing.

Nuala eyes widened as she watched (Y/N) jump around Hellboy with a happy smile at winning the game. Figuring what she was but disbelieving of course even after this entire endeavor. A leath-fola. A Half-Blood Actually existed in this world? The embodiment of a union between a human and one of his own kind-

"I win Red! So that's 28 for me and 25 for you. Best luck next you!" She said cheerfully as Hellboy grumbled and pushed her head away with his small hand.

"Yada Yada short stack-"

She noticed the looks of the two meeting their gazes and Nuada immediately felt his heart beat pick up- Confused by the sensation he glanced to Nuala assuming it must be her however she seemed calm and relaxed.

"New Agents?" She questioned looking at the twins, Abe nodding with a 'smile'

"Prince Nuada of the Bethmora clan.. This here is my sister Princess Nuala" He introduced both formally, watching how her smile seemed to radiate as he spoke. It made him feel like he had had stepped into the sun for the first time in years..

"It's lovely to meet you both! It's so lovely to have new faces here in the facility" She said cheerfully, reaching out in a friendly matter and patting both twins on the shoulders.

It felt like Nuada had been shocked by the most pleasant bit of electricity that left him flustered and confused. His sister finally glancing at him as she felt his emotions and gaze a smile, a twinkle of what could only be described as mischief in her golden gaze.

"Yes.. new faces... now if you'll excuse me" Nuada said quickly before dismissing himself- trying to control the panic that was eating him on the inside and the warmth that bloomed in his body. He practically ran back to the space he was forced to call a room and lock himself inside. Nuada stood in his room pacing back and forth. His mind racing and heart uneasy- unknowingly for hours as he tried to calm himself from the sudden feelings that seemed to slam into him.

A knock on the door bringing him from his thoughts as he quickly opened the door, surprised to see his sister standing there in a evening gown.

"Sister, what are you doing up? You should be resting.." He said softly, allowing Nuala into the room.

"I can not rest with you so worked up brother" Nuala said softly. The prince sighing as he realized he had kept her up and took a seat on the corner of the bed, Nuala sitting next to him as well.

"Well- It sounds like she is your fated partner" She pointed out and Nuada immediately felt anger in his blood.

"You're thinking about the leath-fola (Y/N)? Right?" Nuala said softly as she rubbed her brothers shoulder to comfort him. He frowned at being so obvious and also for the form of comfort.

"Yes- She... makes me uneasy" He says, lying a bit to avoid the words he wanted to use. Nuala smiling at this.

"Do not speak such foolish things-" He hissed, Nuala flinching at his harsh words.

"I am not fated to a mortal of all beings" He started but Nuala held up a hand.

"She is not a mortal however brother.. You saw" Nuada was ready to argue but couldnt- his face twisting up.. The damn half-breed was not his fated partner NOR was it going to be the siblings of the demon.

He would prove it...

For the first few weeks that (Y/N) was there, Nuada had been rude and snide. Hissing insults about her mixed blood, shoving past her or even straight up ignoring her. He expected she would take the abuse since she didnt say anything about it but he had been wrong- so terribly wrong.

It took only one time calling her "Dirty" in terms of her blood to get the hardest punch he had ever taken to the nose- It made his eyes water and fall to a knee infront of her..

She grabbed his silver hair and pulled him close so they were eye to eye-

"Listen here- Keep insulting me like this and I'm going to tear your ass a new one. I don't give a Flying fuck if your a price or whatever- I will fuck you up" She hissed at him-

Nuada felt more confused then he ever had before- The pain seemingly going with the fluttering warmth he felt in his face and blatant arousal that was Damm near impossible to miss- (Y/N) seeing his widened eyes and the flush of color on his pale face, like he was frozen and her own golden eyes traveled down at noticing some new movement.

"O-Oh-" Was all she said- Clearly just as surprised as Nuada was at this point. Her fingers carefully releasing his silver hair as warmth went to her own cheeks.

Nuada wanted a blade to the heart at this point...

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[ivfrankenstein]

DEATH CHERISHES YOU | nuada silverlance x fem!reader;

the bloodstains on the stairs that had brought him here could be compared to breadcrumbs. step by step he was moving away from the original destination, consciously choosing to approach a new one. this one may not have been such an urgent matter for the prince, but another opportunity might not present itself for a long time to come.

farther on, the traces went away from the stairs and into the depths of the hall, from where a familiar dripping sound reached his ears. even at a distance it was effortless for nuada to hear all the breaths in and out of the person in there, so anyway, by the time his presence was noticed and all sounds suddenly stopped, it was definitely too late.

“you are easy to find, even when you're hiding.” he spoke first and purposely omitted the greeting, “shouldn't someone be watching you?”

“do they have to?” the voice from the darkness answered him with a question, “all my caretakers are busy at the moment. why don't you come visit me later?”

he stepped unobstructed around one of the columns on his right side and could now see the one talking to him from the back. it would be a pretty vulnerable position for another even without a bleeding wound on her arm. but he had more than once been able to see that she was not much bothered by this dangerous proximity. y/n was judged to be reckless and at times just a less skilled member of the team, which, nuada could tell, was hardly the truth.

“with seven nannies the child still loses an eye. are you familiar with that saying?”

“i am.”

it was very polite of her to answer him first, and only then to immediately clamp the end of the cloth with her teeth to tear it in two. the injury was deep enough that blood trickled from her hand to the floor, but y/n handled it with a dexterity that a less skilled member of the team could only envy.

“it's all a total waste of your blood.” he remarked, watching the small puddle below where she was sitting. there was all sorts of junk scattered everywhere. and the smell… it alone could suffocate a human victim.

“that troll has eaten over a dozen teenagers, in case you're wondering.” she forced herself to turn around and look at the expression on his face only to see nothing but a slightly raised eyebrow.

“one more ogre, one less.” he also gave her a nonchalant shrug, “there's not enough of you to catch them all anyway.”

“i’m not surprised you're more than okay with that information.” she said to his face before turning away again, continued to bandaging her arm and willfully badly playing the part where she wasn't dying to know what he was up to, “it just proves that an ogre as the only reason would hardly have caught your attention. so in that case, what brought the prince here?”

“the same as you.” it didn't cost him anything to tell her the truth, knowing there was probably nothing she could do about it, “it took me a lot of time and resources to find anything about this place myself.” except that what she wanted to get from him was different from what he'd come to share, “you did a great job, honestly. but it's for sure not the one that impresses me the most.”

it lasted less than a couple seconds, the way she stopped moving altogether, as if one single hint from him had paralyzed her to the bone. it was clear that the slightest interest shown in her ability would be met with the utmost wariness, which proved she was many things, but certainly not reckless.

“do me a favour, given my situation, and instead tell me if i should start worrying or not? it'll take me a while to remember where i left the gun.”

“oh, a gun, how uncivilised,” he said in a bored tone, “you have more delicate weapons with you. but i doubt you'll resort to any of them.”

“and why is that?” she asked, trying to stay focused, “i kept you from dying once because it was fair to your people. but for the second time, i hope your sister will forgive me for my non-interference.” her last words came out floating in a trembling voice. she was for now done with the bandage and turned to his side, with her hand clasped to her chest.

she seemed kind of particularly susceptible right now, and his years of being a corruptor suggested this might be a good moment to get close to her. but nuada's choice was to stay where he stood. from the beginning he was carrying this belief that y/n would want to know more without him seducing her into it. that's why he came. so he could see it for himself.

“by letting me live, you risked the fate of mankind by putting the interests of our race first. it's only fair for me not to fight you.”

“what a noble act. i know a few people for whom to take that chance would be enough to keep them happy for the rest of their lives.”

it might have seemed like an unnecessarily rude response, but it was clear to both of them that she was simply using the language of facts.

“and i will put my sister's name on that list with my own hand.” he confirmed it, “but as we've seen, that's not an acceptable outcome for you.” he paused to allow her to dispute it, but y/n only raised an eyebrow at him skeptically, willing to hear his explanation, “i'm going to guess that you've thought about the possible consequences of this decision of yours so often that you're now equally afraid of it and eager to discover it. you,” he pointed at her with an open palm, “already have so much of me in your thoughts that it's easier to let me go just to finally see.”

for a few seconds they looked silently into each other's eyes, almost like examining that gaze for recognition.

“if so,” then, as nuada assumed she would, y/n found an answer way too quick for someone for whom what she'd heard would be new, “i think it won't sound too presumptuous that to come to those conclusions you must have thought a lot of me yourself.”

the next thing the prince heard was his own laughter. how she succeeded in making a fool of him so easily by saying it caused him to laugh about it absolutely sincerely. it was so human, he couldn't even be prepared for it.

“that was a dirty trick.” she admitted before he could, “in my defense, it's getting hard to keep my attention, so..” she reached for the walkie-talkie fixed to her belt, but before she pressed it, she looked at the prince once more, “if you'll excuse me.”

“please.” nuada only said.

“death jr. to red.” y/n switched, bringing the radio to her lips, “death jr. to red. we have a royal guest in the neighborhood. over.”

he smirked and nodded in understanding, “as a good team member should.”

y/n said nothing more and just watched him escaping casually into the darkness again. from there he added, “i hope by the next time when we get a chance to finish our conversation, you don't have so much blood on you, my dear. although i must say that red suits you well.”

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[venerable-sun]

Courtship Confusion (Nuada x Reader)

Prince Nuada Silverlance x Reader

TW: gets slightly steamy towards the end but not too explicit

Summary: Prince Nuada has been courting you for the last few months. You unfortunately, don't seem to realize that.

3.6k~ words

I had entirely way too much fun writing this. Please enjoy the emotional constipation and complete obliviousness to come. I promise it pays off in the end.

~~~

In all his long years as a warrior and a prince, Nuada could have never imagined that he’d be feeling this way. 

His heart began to pound as you walked by him in the hall, not looking up from the case file you were flicking through. He held his breath until you’d turned a corner out of sight, ignoring the knowing gaze of Nuala beside him. 

    He’d charged into battles without a sliver of fear, faced countless foes without even breaking a sweat. So why did the thought of you near him make his knees weak and his stomach churn? 

    “(Y/n) is looking rather lovely today, isn’t she brother?” Nuala said as they continued towards their rooms.

    “All humans look the same to me,” Nuada grumbled, despite knowing that his twin would be able to sense the lie. It was rare to see you wear something outside of your usual all black combat wear (this was something he admired about you- like him, you were always prepared to fight and defend if need be). Today, you’d been wearing a long skirt and a nice blouse, a combination that accentuated your curves. As Manning’s assistant, not only were you often out in the field, but you also accompanied him to meetings with government higher-ups. Not that Nuada had tried to find out anything about you or your job after the two of you first met. Why would he, you’re just another human after all. 

    Nuala hummed at his response. “Well, it’s good you feel that way then. Yesterday I overheard one of the guards say he was planning on asking her out on a date.” 

    Nuada raised an eyebrow. “A guard is going to ask her to… stand on a fruit?”

    His sister tried to hide her amusement. “No, brother. A ‘date’ is when one human asks another human to join them in a fun activity when they wish to begin courting the other.”

    The elf prince stopped. “A guard is going to ask (Y/n) to court him?” 

    “It seems like you care for this human after all, brother.” Nuala smirked, sensing the jealousy brewing in him. She’d completely made up that story about the guard, but that was something Nuada didn’t need to know right now. 

    Without replying, he turned on his heel and began walking in the direction you’d been headed, leaving his sister to smile in victory. 

~~~

    You groaned at your desk, stacks of paperwork surrounding you. The quarterly board meetings always left you with more to do than normal and you were really not looking forward to having to deal with it. You had just pulled the first stack towards you when there came a soft knock at your door. 

    “Come in,” you called, expecting Manning to enter with more paperwork. To your great surprise, it was Nuada, the elven prince who’d been in the BPRD’s custody for just over six months. To pay for his crimes against humanity, he’d been sentenced to working with the very organization that had brought about his downfall. 

    Even though you’d been an instrumental part of that mission, and had even been injured in the final battle, you’d gone out of your way to be friendly with Nuada when he first arrived. Your parents had died when you were little, and you’d been in and out of the foster care system before Professor Broom had adopted you and raised you alongside Red. You knew firsthand how cruel humans could be, and had sympathized with the prince’s mindset, even if you thought it extreme. You supposed if your race was dying out, you’d be a little pissed at the culprits, too. 

    Nuada stood before you, as stoic as ever with his hands clasped behind his back. “I invite you to join me this evening in the training room for a sparring session. It will be a… fun activity.” He said formally. 

    An odd choice of wording, but you chalked that up to him just not being quite used to the laidback way humans spoke. You looked around at your desk and the mountains of paperwork on it and back at him. I suppose I do need to work off some steam after dealing with those government high hats all day, you thought to yourself. Besides, it wasn’t often that you found yourself alone with him. You’d developed a bit of a crush on the tall elf in the time you’d spent trying to befriend him, and as much as you tried to tell yourself he’d never be interested in a human, you just couldn’t seem to push the feelings away.

    “I’d love to,” you smiled at him, and the corner of his lips pulled up in return. He bowed to you before making an exit, and that was how you found yourself sweating from exertion just a few hours later.

    The clanging of metal on metal echoed into the hall as you circled each other slowly. Each blow had been matched, parry for parry and lunge for lunge, neither of you managing to get in a hit on the other. You blew away a lock of hair hanging in your eyes, shifting your staff from one hand to the other. 

    Nuada’s gold eyes never left your form as he searched for an opening in your stance that would allow him the upperhand, but you were just too quick. Even though he outmatched you in both size and strength, you were quick and agile on your feet, always dodging his attacks at the last second. He knew you were a good fighter after seeing you train before, but experiencing it firsthand was completely different. Your skill was one of the many things he lo- respected, he corrected himself, about you. 

    He was brought out of his thoughts when you suddenly lunged at him, taking him by surprise. He fell backwards, losing his footing. You stumbled too, not expecting him to actually have gone down. You couldn’t stop yourself from falling with him, landing squarely on his chest with a thump. 

    You groaned, winded from the impact, before stiffening as you realized the position you were in. You quickly scrambled up, heat sarong your cheeks as you blushed furiously. “I’m so sorry,” you rambled. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” 

    Nuada propped himself up on his elbow, turning his head to hide the gold dusting his cheeks. Hopefully if you saw it, you’d think it was just the flush from your training session. He grabbed the hand you offered him, trying to ignore the way it fit perfectly in his significantly larger one. 

    “Not to worry, it takes much more than that to wound me.” 

    You took a step back once he got to his feet. “I suppose this means I win, hm?” You couldn’t keep the smug smile off your face. 

    The prince huffed, picking his weapon off the ground where it had fallen. “You’re not bad… for a human.” 

    You rolled your eyes, knowing that it was as much of an admission as you were going to get. The two of you began to walk to the exit after gathering your belongings. “We should do this again sometime. It  was fun.” 

    Nuada seemed to perk up at that, a small smile on his face. You blinked in surprise. It was the first time you’d ever seen him smile. You were even more surprised when he grabbed your hand, placing a delicate kiss on the back of it. “It would be my pleasure,” he said, bidding you goodnight and walking off to his room. 

    You began to make your way to your room as well, lost in thought at the elf’s bold action. Surely that was just his royal upbringing shining through, he was only being polite. You attempted to quell your beating heart, but nothing could stop your mind from wandering to what it would feel like to have Nuada’s lips on yours instead of the back of your hand. 

    Meanwhile, said prince was already busy planning your next “date.” 

~~~

    You were having one of those days. 

    Manning had dropped all the work that he didn’t want to do on your shoulders, as usual. The new recruits had been especially tiresome working with today, and eventually you’d given up trying to teach them anything new, just making them run laps around the track until their training time with you was up. And to top it all off, one of the guards had whistled after you when you’d walked by him, landing you a scolding in Manning’s office about “not breaking any more noses” because “the BPRD is low on guards right now” or something like that. 

All in all, it had been a shit day, and you wanted nothing more than to take a long bath and not come out of your room for the rest of the evening. 

You reached your door in a tired daze, not even realizing something had been sitting in front of it until you’d almost kicked it over. It was a bottle of wine with a silky red ribbon tied around it in a bow, beside it a box of fancy chocolates. The note attached simply said, A queen deserves to be pampered. 

You examined the items in your hands with skepticism. Who could have left them for you? Manning would never leave such a gift, he barely noticed all the extra work you did for him. You briefly thought of your adopted brother, but dismissed it as quickly as it came. With such a romantic note, it couldn’t be from Red. Long white hair and golden eyes entered your mind, but you dismissed that even faster than you had Red. There was no denying the romantic tones to the gift, and there was no way that Nuada felt that way for you. He probably barely even considered the two of you friends. 

It had to have been that guard, you thought with a scowl. Even after you punched him in the face, he just couldn’t take a hint, could he? You frowned deeply, carrying the wine and chocolate into your room and closing the door with a bang. You’d dispose of them in the morning, you didn’t want some creep’s attempt at wooing you. 

Nuada watched from around the corner, frowning at your less-than-pleased reaction to his gifts. Had you not liked them? He thought that all human women liked sweets, but judging by your disgusted reaction, you obviously didn’t. He straightened up and continued down the hall, pace faltering slightly when he passed by your door. 

He meant what he’d written in that note, and he longed to be able to provide you comfort after a long day. Resolve settled his stomach as he forced himself on his way. He hadn’t earned that privilege, not yet at least. It was obvious to him now, he needed to get you a much better courting present. One that would completely sweep you off your feet, and ensure that you would not hesitate to say yes when he asked you to be his mate. 

~~~

    You’d been seeing a lot more of a certain elf prince recently, not that you were complaining. 

    He always seemed to be in the library whenever you were in there. Often, you would bond over books, swapping recommendations and opinions on mutual reads. One time, you had even sat next to each other on the couch, with him reading an excerpt of his favorite childhood book of legends to you in his native tongue. You’d sat back and relaxed, letting the sound of his soothing baritone wash over you. Even if you couldn’t understand what he was saying, it was a calm moment in your hectic workday that you treasured. 

    You’d also taken to sparring together every other evening. Right now, your tally was even. You’d beat him, he’d beat you the next time, and so on. It was becoming a fun little game between the two of you, and slowly you began to see Nuada’s true personality shine through his cold and off-putting exterior. 

    Of course, these interactions only fueled the huge crush you had on the prince. Maybe you were even falling in love with him, you mused one night after one of your training sessions. It would be just your luck, to fall in love with someone who would never love you back. Even though Nuada was friendly to you, he did little to hide his taste for the others around you. Whenever a man drew near, he sneered at them until they walked quickly away. It was a reminder to you that he could never see you as anything more than a greedy, dirty human. But still, after another impromptu meeting with him in the library, you told yourself it was okay to pretend. 

    You’d also been receiving more gifts from the guard- little crystals, fancy pens for your desk, a scarf in your favorite color, each with a sweet note attached. These gleam, but not as much as you. For all the thoughts and ideas that come from your beautiful mind. And the most daring of all, Would you wear this, and only this, for me? You kept them all in a box as evidence so you could convince Manning that he was harassing you. Most disturbing were the sketches of you, done in amazing detail. They were drawn with such obvious care you sometimes doubted that it was actually the guard that drew them, but then reminded yourself that there was no one else it possibly could be. And yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to throw them away. 

~~~

    Nuada paced his room, hands behind his back and brow scrunched deep in thought. His courtship with you was going very well. The two of you had grown much closer over the last few months, and it was time to finally ask you to be his mate. 

    He looked over to his small bedside table where the courting gift he had made for you rested. It had taken him countless hours to create, and he could only hope that it would be good enough for you. 

    His sister entered quietly, and he growled at the intrusion. “I’m busy, sister. Go pester that overgrown fish you seem to like so much.” 

    Nuala tsked teasingly. “I expect you to not be so callous with my future sister-in-law, brother. Even if she is ‘just a human.’” 

    “(Y/n) isn’t just a human, at least not anymore. She is kind, and caring, and a skilled warrior, and-” 

    Nuada cut himself off at the sight of his sister’s triumphant grin. “Love has changed you, brother. It pleases me greatly to see you so happy.” 

    The sincerity of her words stopped him from feeling too annoyed at her intrusion. “I am going to ask her to be my mate,” he confessed. He looked at her imploringly, gold eyes filled with rare vulnerability. “Do you think she will say yes?” 

    “I have no doubt, brother.” 

~~~

    You’d had enough. 

    The trinkets had been one thing, the sketches another, but this time he had gone too far. The guard had the nerve to break into your locked office and leave a note demanding you to meet him. ‘Let us make our love official. Meet me on the roof tonight at 8 pm.’ 

    Your stomach curdled at the delusional note. How could that guard possibly think you loved him? You were deeply in love with Nua- 

    You stopped yourself from completing the thought, instead focusing on your anger. Oh, you would meet him, alright. You would meet him and put an end to the foolish obsession he had with you. 

    You waited impatiently for the evening to come, delighting in all the ways you were going to give the guard a piece of your mind. If he thought a broken nose was bad, just wait till he saw what was coming. 

    You stormed up the stairs to the roof, kicking open the door with a bang only to stop at the sight before you. 

    Lights were strung up criss-crossed over a comfy blanket with a picnic basket sitting beside it. Soft music played from who-knows-where, and rose petals were scattered all around. 

    “Thank you for not keeping me waiting, my love. I have been so anxious for this night to come.” 

    You blink in shock as Nuada steps out from the shadows. His white hair is tied back, and he is clad in regal-looking robes even fancier than the ones you’re used to seeing him in. He walks swiftly towards you, taking both your hands in his and gazing earnestly down at you. 

    “Wh-where is the guard?” You manage to stutter out, struggling to understand just exactly what is going on. You must be completely losing your mind, because you could’ve sworn Nuada has just called you “my love.” 

    Confusion crosses his features before his eyes narrow in recognition and anger. “Has one been bothering you? I’d hoped our courtship would make it obvious enough that you were unavailable.” 

    Now you were certain that you were hearing things. There was no way Nuada had just said the words “our” and “courtship” together. 

    Nuada moved closer to you until your chests are touching. He seemed to tower over you as he raised a hand to cradle your cheek. “You are so beautiful,” he breathed, and before you could comprehend what he’s doing, his lips melded with your own. You couldn’t move as he groaned against you, his tongue coming to trace your bottom lip. 

He pulled away suddenly, seeming to try and gather his composure. “I promised myself I wouldn’t get too carried away before giving you this.” He reached into a pocket of his robe and pulled out an intricate ring, gold wires wrapped elegantly around a large glittering diamond. 

“This was my mother’s,” he explained, sliding it on the ring finger of your left hand. You remained still, quite sure that you’d died somehow and had gone to heaven. He got down on one knee, looking up at you with complete reverence. “(Y/n) (L/n), will you do me the infinite honor of being my mate?”

You choked at the word “mate,” finally shaking yourself out of your daze. You took a step back, pulling your hand away from his. “This is cruel, even for you Nuada.” You said coldly. “I don’t know who told you friends are supposed to play pranks on each other, but this isn’t how you do it.”

He had the decency to look distraught, at least. “Prank? This is no prank.” You scoffed, already moving towards the door back inside. You knew you’d done a poor job of hiding your feelings for him, but he didn’t need to mock you for them in such a way. You’re a human, and he hates humans. He could’ve just told you that instead of going through all this trouble to embarrass you. 

“Wait, please!” The despair in his voice made you pause, but you still didn’t turn around to face him. You didn’t want him to see the tears that were beginning to fall. 

“I assure you, I would never jest about something so serious. It is tradition for courtship to end with the presentation of a token of love and the question to become mates!” 

You whirled around, anger being replaced with confusion. “What courtship? We haven’t been dating!” 

Nuada looked crestfallen, an expression you never thought you’d see on him. “But my gifts, our dates? Did you not consider them part of our courtship?”

You shook your head in confusion. “I don’t understand, Nuada. You never asked me out on a date.” Your eyes widened in realization. “Wait, it’s you that’s been leaving me all those things outside my door?” 

    He nodded, getting slowly to his feet. “Yes, and our dates were in the library and the training room. I thought all they needed to be were fun activities, but I see now that I was mistaken.” 

    He looked absolutely devastated, and your heart clenched at the sight. You never could have believed that he would return your feelings, and here you were learning that he thought you two were engaged in a months long courtship! 

    You walked back up to him and reached up to make him meet your gaze. “For the record, I would love to be courted by you,” you said softly, tucking back a wayward piece of hair that had fallen. Your fingertips brushed the point of his ear and he shivered. “I love you, Nuada. I have for a very long time.” 

    No words were spoken as your lips met again, this time allowing yourself to truly get lost in the other. You opened your mouth eagerly when Nuada’s tongue swiped at your bottom lip, and you couldn’t help the moan that escaped you when he immediately dove in. You ended up pressed against the stairwell door, your legs wrapped around his waist so that you could feel every inch of his hard length against you. 

    You broke apart for air, both of you panting with swollen lips. Nuada groaned deeply when you teasingly rolled your hips against his, fingers clutching your thighs so hard you wouldn’t be surprised if they left a bruise. 

    “Do not tempt me so,” he growled, voice low in your ear. “It is obvious to me that I have not courted you properly, and for that I must make amends before I can make you my mate.” 

    “Then let the courtship begin,” you said, giving him a wicked smile before pulling him back down into another searing kiss. 

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Loki Masterlist

Disclaimer: stories are fictitious and should not be taken literally, the behavior is entirely imaginative and the content may be inappropriate

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5 Types Of Kisses 🌺

MY HEADCANONS W/ OTHER CHARACTERS:

Speak In Flowers 🌺 Flowers speak their own words and show their actions. And your man loves to speak it out loud.

Visiting Your Hometown 🌺 how would your boy act when you drag him along to your hometown

Helping You To Accept Your Stretch Marks 🌺your boy helps you accept your beautiful stretch marks as they are...pure perfection

Explaining To Your Man Kdramas🌺I (V) wrote small drabbles that paired my favorite men and dramas that I absolutely love

Dating A Tattoo Artist 🌺 being a tattoo artist and your boyfriend being part of it

When Tough Times Occur 🌺Life itself can be a pain and with its obstacles, it can seem impossible to overcome it but that’s what makes us stronger as people.

Someone Rubs You The Wrong Way With... 🌺 how would your man protect you when someone doesn’t mind your business

Having A Shower ❤️‍🔥having a shower with your man sounds like heaven right?!

One Thing He Loves About You (Physically Or Mentally)🌺 the title spoils the ending a bit

No Nut November ❤️‍🔥in the glory of No Nut November, you make a bet with your liver saying if they fail you cuff them and use them to your liking but if you lose they get to fulfil one of their fantasies. And you are keen on it to make them lose, by any means.

ASKS:

Give Me 2 Lifeline (w/Nuada)❤️‍🔥 I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good Sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

My Little Secret 🌺 🌩️ May I request a how Loki would react to meeting a child he never knew he had fic?

Toothache Crush 🌺 Could you do a Loki x reader Where reader has a toothache and anxiety so they try to avoid the dentist and the others are dreading taking reader so then Loki offers to fix it (like normal way) and afterwards Loki finds out about readers crush and Loki feels the same

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Misfit God And A Mortal 🌺 Loki and Y/n promise and vow to each other to be together until the ends of time as a bog design looms over Asgard

First Date Flutters 🌺 Loki enjoys his First Date

Going To A Ball With Loki 🌺

My Love Is Eternal 🌺 Loki knows how to respect his love, he is a prince after all

Thank Doctor Strange 🌺 🌩️ Strange offers his magic to help y/n and Loki

I Fell In Love With You, Not Them 🌺 a little bit of insecure reader where Loki confirms just how much he love y/n

Loki Meeting Your Mother 🌺

Pillow Talk 🌺

Spending New Year 🌺

Mornings With Loki 🌺

Visiting Loki 🌺 🌩️ Y/n pays a visit to Loki with Thor’s sneaky help

Prayers For Loki 🌺

Having A Secret Relationship 🌺

Loki’s Helmet 🌺

One Love Short 🌩️ Loki trades himself to save his love

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Biker!Loki ❤️‍🔥 what would the God of mischief look like as a biker

MULTI-PART STORIES

Flower, My Flower 🌩️ the long awaited prequel of Loki, My Loki where Loki and Y/n share a final moment before deciding what to do for their relationship

Loki, My Loki 🌺 🌩️ Loki sees how much of a heartbreak he left behind

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Talking About The Future With Loki 🌺

Teaching Loki How To Vogue🌺

Loki Teaching You The Waltz🌺

Hands 🌺

Loki Teaching Your Royal Ethics 🌺

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[takusan-no-ai]

Dragon’s Den - Confess To Me

PAIRING: Nuada x Female Reader (Romantic) (Dragon Leader)

SUMMARY: Nuada has to confess his love or miss his chance.

It’s been some months since (Y/N) joined the BPRD and has become great friends with everyone, one more so than the others. He walked with class, his hair elegantly flew in the air as he jumped off the wall and back kicked Hellboy. “What the hell Nuada! I thought you said you were just practicing!” Hellboy yelled in anger. Nuada stood with a smirk on his face.

“I am practicing. If you fall over and bleed to death, well, that’d just be a happy accident.” He continued to battle against Hellboy in the training lounge. (Y/N) is so thankful that she met Nuada, as well as the rest of the BRPD; ever since she joined months ago, she’s been able to rescue over a hundred more dragons.

Her utopia has grown so much in size that it’s now technically considered a dragon continent. She even managed to save a Bewilderbeast egg thanks to Abe for tracking its location.

Nuada finished his sparing with Hellboy and looked over towards (Y/N). She was sitting on a bench, watching him with a smile. He blushed, smiling back and walking away. He went to his room and locked the door, throwing his spear on the bed and flopping down on the floor with a thud.

“Being near her is dangerous enough. Does she have to look at me with that adorable face?” Nuada had struggled not to profess his love then and there for (Y/N). “I want to tell her, but there just isn’t a good time. One moment she’s alone, the next it’s time to save dragons or go on a week long mission…,” he drifted off into thought.

“I know right. The others have even started making bets on it,” Nuala said, startling her brother. “Before you ask how I got in here, I’m just going to tell you, you’re wasting your time.” Nuada got up from his spot on the ground.

“What do you mean? I’m the only person that loves her, romantically I mean.” Nuala shook her head and walked towards the door, looking back one last time.

“You don’t know that for sure.” She said, walking away. Nuada didn’t want to think about his sister’s words. But little did he know, he’d soon have to face the truth. The next day Nuada and (Y/N) were paired up for a mission together. They had to travel far out to the east in search of an evil flower. It would occasionally spew small bits of lava everywhere according to the documents, and after becoming sentient it would soon erupt like a volcano on a nearby town.

“Nuada, we’re almost there”–(Y/N) stopped to take a deep breath–“I can’t believe they dropped us off so far away. We can’t even use any dragons without drawing attention to ourselves.” She leaned on Nuada, both too tired to be affected by the intimacy.

“Once we get there nobody will be around. That would’ve been the perfect moment for a dragon to help us with this flower.” Nuada offered his hand to (Y/N), to which she gladly accepted. The pair walked up the long and steep mountain.

It took almost an hour later for them to finally make it to the top. Nuada and (Y/N) traversed through the dangerous terrain, difficult traps, and more, finally seeing the flower in its glory. There was one last obstacle before them; it appeared to be a giant sized jumping puzzle. Statues would moves depending on where they jumped, and they’d have to move correctly across each puzzle piece in order to make it to the other side.

Nuada had made it and waited for (Y/N). She slipped on her final jump and would had fell, if it weren’t for Nuada catching her last second. “Nuada…thank-thank you.” She stuttered, the adrenaline from falling and being held in Nuada’s arms too much. “Hey, elf prince, I have something I wanna say–” (Y/N) was cut short by Nuada leaping to the other side.

He let her down and looked at the lava shot towards them, now burning the grass. “We’ll have to come back to that conversation.” Nuada said. He and (Y/N) got into an attack stance, ready to kill the flower. Before they could even move another step the flower was struck down in an instant.

They both looked around in confusion. Nuada heard a growl from above and noticed a dragon with a mysterious man riding upon it. The man landed down and walked towards the pair. Nuada grabs for his spear charging towards the human with intent to kill. His strike is blocked by none other than (Y/N)’s sword.

“What are you doing (Y/N)?” Nuada asked. She motioned for him to put away the weapon, which he did.

“He’s my best friend, Mason. Please don’t hurt him.” She looked towards the man with an awkward smile. They hugged each other, laughing in each other’s arms. Nuada could feel his heart ache.

“She has an old friend and they’re hugging. They’re hugging and they’re laughing,” he thought. Nuada huffed away to finish off the flower.

“How long have you two known each other,” Nuada asked. The two friends stopped their reunion hug to join in with Nuada.

“I’ve known Mason all my life,” (Y/N) said.

“We’ve been together practically since we were born,” Mason chimed in.

They all returned to BPRD where Mason dropped the two off. He left with one last hug from (Y/N) and said goodbye. When the two entered everyone had questions for them. They noticed Mason and wanted to know if he was just like (Y/N). Everyone became so enthralled in the conversation.

Nuada left for his room, not wanting to partake in their questionnaire. “I’ve only just recently become friends with the dragons and earn (Y/N)’s trust, but this guy comes in and all of a sudden everybody just loves him,” he vented. A knock at his door brought Nuada out of his thoughts. He opened and was greeted by (Y/N).

“Hey Nuada, I know we kind of got distracted at the end there, but there is something I want to talk to you about.” Nuada let her in and closed the door. “First, I’m sure you’re probably jealous of Mason.”

“What? Of him? Some random human? No. I’m above petty jealousy.” Nuada was deep in denial. (Y/N) just giggled in response.

“Sure. I just want you to know that…my parents died when I was just a baby. Mason and the dragons took care of me. They’re like family to me. So I just want you to know, Mason is my friend forever, and never will be anything more than that.” Nuada visibly relaxed after hearing her explanation.

“Secondly?” Nuada asked, sitting down next to (Y/N). She scooted closer to him.

“Secondly, I really, really, love you–” (Y/N) was interrupted by Nuada kissing her abruptly; the kiss was soft, both of them smiling into it. They stayed like that for some time until Nuada finally pulled away.

“I love you too.”

- Fin

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[a-funny-little-sunflower]

Yandere Nuada x reader

[Warning, there's a minor murder scene so if you aren't interested in anything like that just skip over it or don't read the fic, whatever makes you the most comfortable. Hope you enjoy :)]

Translation: Darling wife - bean chéile darling.

You had just come down to the sewers to see how Nuada was and to bring him some food you had made for him, but what you were greeted with instead is something that will stay with you till the day you die.

You could remember everything, no matter how much you tried to forget. You could recall how unwelcoming the sewers were that day, even though you had traversed them many times in the months of courting Nuada. It was almost like they were trying to warn you of the danger ahead.

As you walked, you could hear the faint sounds of what seemed to be, moans of pain, and the closer you came to Nuada’s residence, the louder the sounds became.

You grew worried for your love and began to quicken your pace for fear that your beloved was in pain. Oh, how you wished you hadn’t, maybe then you wouldn’t have seen it.

But you did…

And nothing will ever change that…

As you entered Nuada’s residence, you were met with a terrible sight.

It was Nuada all right, his pale elvish complexion seemed to glow in the dark of the sewers, but he was on top of something…Or rather…Someone.

It was an acquaintance from work, someone you barely knew, John was his name…He had shown romantic interest in you before, but you had always politely declined any of his advances, after all, you had Nuada!

But the man you knew from work was barely recognisable in his current state. He was covered in blood; his eyes were glazed over with tears and he was letting out cries of agony.

What made this sight so much worse was that Nuada was the cause of it…He was on top of him, holding a sharp-looking blade of some kind, with a dangerous look in his golden eyes that you didn’t trust.

He was moving the blade around the man’s face with murderous intent while talking in a dark mocking tone…what was he saying…?

“If you had just taken the hint that my beloved had no interest in filth like you, this whole thing could have been avoided.” Nuada moved the blade towards the man’s chest and held it just above his heart. Like he was deciding his fate.

Nuada stared into the man’s eyes before saying, “You should have stayed away.” Nuada raised the blade above his head, letting it shine in reflected light for a moment, before slamming it down violently, so it met its mark directly in the man’s heart.

But Nuada didn’t stop there.

He ripped the blade out of the man and raised it again, ready to stab him once more, and that’s exactly what Nuada did. He stabbed, and stabbed, and stabbed until his clothing was soaked with blood, and splatters of the man’s blood covered his face.

When he was finished with the brutal murder, he got to his feet and stood above the man’s dead body, staring at it in disgust for a moment before turning his head and looking directly…at…you…

There was tense silence filled with things unsaid as you two stared into each other’s eyes, neither of you able to talk.

Nuada hadn’t expected you here, otherwise, he would have left the disposal of that filth till a later date so he could give you all his attention. After all, you were kind enough to come to see him, albeit suddenly, and from the basket in your hand, you must have brought him something to eat. You were always so kind like that, so willing to lovingly care for him, a perfect love, to which no other could compare.

While Nuada’s thoughts were calm, yours were running rampant, you couldn’t process what had happened, you didn’t WANT to process what happened! It had to be some kind of joke…It had to be…

Nuada’s mouth stretched up into a soft welcoming smile, but after what you had just witnessed, his grin seemed almost demonic. His smile lessened when he saw how you were looking at him, he tilted his head at you in confusion and spoke.

“Pretend you never saw that bean chéile darling, I can’t stand it when you look so scared.”

You started moving backwards slowly, stumbling, shaking your head at the one you once loved. How could he have done this? You had long lost the hope of this all being some kind of practical joke, the man’s unmoving bloody corpse made sure any thoughts of salvation had long vanished from your mind.

“…No... No…No! … please don’t…It’s a joke…you didn’t…Please tell me you didn’t….

“I did this out of love, I’m doing this out of love.” Nuada moved closer extending his hand to you, trying to calm you, but his words only served to frighten you more. He had just killed someone, you couldn’t stay here, he was unstable, and he wasn’t close enough to grab you yet, maybe you could run…There was still a chance of escape…Of freedom.

You turned on your heel and ran back the way you came; your heart was hammering in your ears and the sounds of your footsteps echoed along the sewers…but…those weren’t just your footsteps…Nuada. He was running after you and his footsteps were getting closer! Oh God how stupid you were, of course, he was faster.

Without warning, you felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around you and pull you towards a firm chest. The moment you’re caught, you let out a started cry of fear, however, this didn’t deter Nuada in any way.

He picked you up bridal style and starts walking back to his home in the sewer, all the while you thrash and cry, desperate to getaway. “Nuada please let me go, please! I won’t tell anyone I promise!”

Nuada took no heed of you until you had both returned to his home, whereupon arrival, he laid you down on a large nest of blankets and pillows. As soon as he sets you down, you immediately try to move away in desperation, but he doesn’t let you. “

“You have to stay here, where it's safe, it’ll be a little strange at first but just give it a little time, you’ll get used to it, I promise.”

You can’t stop the few tears that slip past your eyelids, but Nuada tenderly brushes them away.

“Nuada plea-” but he cuts you off by cupping your face, forcing you to look directly into his golden eyes. “My darling, please try to understand” His voice is soft now, a stark difference to his action’s moments ago. “You are a golden light of kindness in a sea of dark cruelty, and I must protect you, I’m the only thing keeping you safe from a filthy, disgusting world.”

You couldn’t turn your head away, so you simply closed your eyes, his words had a powerful effect on you. Nuada adored you, worshipped you as if you were the very being that hung the stars in the sky, but what you had scene had frightened you.

Nuada must have sensed your fear because he spoke again. “Darling, I wouldn’t have intervened if I didn’t think it was necessary. That man would have hurt you at some point, he was already becoming too comfortable with taking advantage of your politeness”.

That remark made you think. The man was constantly pushing boundaries, now that you thought about it, but you were always too kind to say anything, not wanting to make him feel embarrassed.

“You see my beloved? He might have hurt you or taken you away from me, and I couldn’t let that happen, no one else makes me feel as loved as you do, I can’t lose that!”

“So,” you begin, your voice shaky from the left-over adrenaline in your system, “you only want to protect me? You don’t want to hurt me?”

Nuada took his hands away from your face and clutched your hands, as he looked deep into your eyes. “No darling, I would never. I love you more than life”. His eyes flicker down to your lips for a moment before he leans forward and captures your lips with his.

You are mentally and physically exhausted from what happened, and this finally loving gesture is what breaks you, you can’t help but lean into Nuada, melting in his touch.

“Okay,” You say softly, “I understand…I still love you, and I won’t leave you”. At those words, Nuada almost weeps with relief and presses his forehead to yours, a loving gesture in itself.

“I just want to love and adore you every day for the rest of our lives” He whispers, “I just want to keep you safe from all harm”.

And you can’t help but believe him. Nuada has always protected you, always adored you, and he was right in believing that man was a threat, his advances could have easily escalated, and Nuada stopped that from happening.

He worshipped you like the Sun, and you gave him the warmth and light he so desperately needed, you were perfect as you were, and nothing could ever come between you.

#Yandere Prince Nuada x reader #nuada x reader #yandere x y/n

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

After reading that Wiki article about how Nuada and Nuala are the least attractive among thier people I can't help but imagine him being insecure everytime he would see (Y/n) with a handsome human. So instead of facing his problems he will be over protective and clingy.

Y/n: Why do you always scare every man I talk to!

Nuada: I need to keep them in line.

Y/n: kepp them in line? Everyone knows I'm with you so would never Dare to approach me in that way!

Y/n: Do you not trust me?

Nuada: Of course I do!!

Y/n: Then why do you scare everyone away?

Nuada: Because... Because I'm worried they'd take you away from me.

Y/n: why would you think that?

Nuada: because I'm not as handsome or attractive as those men.

Y/n, shocked:....Are...Are you serious?

Nuada: Are my feelings a joke to you?

Y/n: of course they aren't, but I literally fight women who droll over you almost everyday, if anything I should be the one feeling insecure because I somehow managed to have the Handsomest creature in this world to be my boyfriend.

Nuada, Hugs you: My love, if you see me as the handsomest creature as you say, then know that I see you as a Goddess that needs to be worshipped everyday.

#nuada x reader #prince nuada x reader #I couldn't get this out of my head and needed to share it #nuada is weak against Y/n

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 622

Gif NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

If this gif is yours please let me know, so I can give you credit.

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2020

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Humming softly (Y/n) combed through her loving husband's silky hair. "My love." Nuada mused taking a hold of her hands. "Yes?" She tilted her head looking into his beautiful golden eyes. "Tell me, why do you insist on doing this every morning?" Nuada asked, his voice soft, and the faintest of a blush dusting his pale cheeks. "I do this because I love you, why do you ask?" She smiled brushing a strand of his hair back. "Do I make you happy?" His question momentarily stunned (Y/n), who scoffed quietly after a few minutes. "Of course you make me happy, why would you ever think otherwise?" She frowned holding his face between her hands. "I love you Nuada, more than I ever thought possible. Please don't ever doubt that." She smiled sadly before lightly pecking his lips. "Now hold still my love." She instructed as she moved to apply his makeup, taking tender care of each stroke of the brush. All the while Nuada watched her, resisting the urge to show her how much he loved her, the same as every morning. "I know that look." (Y/n) smiled as she looked deeply into her husband's eyes. "I love you." He smiled gently tugging her down for a kiss. "I love you too." She giggled against his freshly painted lips. "Can I show you how much I love you?" He grinned with a certain twinkle in his eye, making (Y/n) giggle. "We have important work to do today my love." She smiled giving into him despite her words. "They can wait my Queen." He grinned pulling her into his lap, his hands running up her shirt, and along her smooth soft skin. "Queen huh?" She sighed in bliss at the feeling of his touch. "Yes." Nuada groaned softly into her neck, kissing along her jugular. With the intent to show her just how much he loved her, and taking his sweet sweet time with her.

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[a-world-of-whimsy-5]

ʚ Pairing:  Nuada x Fem. Reader

ʚ Summary : You’re bored and explore the library, the one area of the palace that had been forbiden to you. While gaping at a bunch of painted erotica, Nuada finds you. What will his reaction be? What will be the final outcome be? 

ʚ Themes: Slow burn | Soft | Smut 

ʚ Warnings: Explicit content of a sexual nature | Coarse language

Minors DNI.

The library was as vast as it was well stocked. You weren’t sure if you were even supposed to be here. The prince never invited you in here, but you were bored out of your wits, and exploring this underground palace you had come to call home led you to this room.

You looked around, eyeing everything you came across. There was an ancient Sumerian sculpture of the Goddess Ningal. It was in pristine condition, the sapphire eyes still gleaming as if they were first set into the marble. Over in another corner was some sort of stone block. The inscriptions had faded, and the words were barely legible. You look around again, your eyes going over to a glass case. Curiosity got the better of you, and you went over to it. It held a series of stone tablets. The art on them made your eyes burn.

"I never knew you were into ancient Roman erotica."

The voice behind you made you jump out of your skin. "And I do not recall giving you permission to be in here, y/n."

Oh oh. Your host, the one you had been sent to live with. Nuada Silverlance, Crown Prince of Bethmoora, had been tasked with looking after you as part of an exchange between mortals and the children of the earth. And right now, he did not sound happy.

"I said, I do not recall giving you permission to be here."

He was expecting an answer. An explanation. You kept your back to him while a string of words stumbled out of your mouth. "I was bored, your grace. I walked around, and I found this room." You hoped it would work, you wanted it to work. Nuada was very proud and very, very private. "I just wanted to see. I didn’t touch anything, at least I didn’t touch anything, and I-I-I…"

He chuckled and took a step towards you. "Curiosity killed the cat. Isn’t that something you mortals are so fond of saying?" Nuada peered over your shoulder to look at the images on the tablet and smirked. "Ironic, really. The Romans were prudish in some ways. Cato once expelled a man from the senate after he was seen kissing his wife in public."

He was right behind you now. You could feel his breath on your hair. "So, y/n," He cooed, "see anything you like?"

Your cheeks felt like someone had taken a blow-torch to them. Sure, the frescoes were... interesting, to say the least. Some had even piqued your curiosity, but how do you answer such a question? How?

"Y/n?" Nuada traced a finger down your arm, making you tremble. "Do. You. See. Anything. You. Like?"

"I-I-I-" You stammered when you felt his nose brush against your hair and his body trembling against yours with each deep breath he took. The world around you started to spin like it had been thrown off its axis. You felt dizzy, warm, feverish. "I-I-"

"You always seem to stumble whenever you’re around me." Nuada had been playing with the strands of your hair, letting them slip through his fingers like water. "You do it a lot. Over your feet sometimes, over your words most of the time. Why is that?”

You bite your lip. Now may not be the best time for confessions.

Nuada leaned in even closer. You felt his armor brush against your blouse. "Tell me, y/n," he murmured. "Why do you stumble when you’re around me?"

When his nose brushed over your hair again, your tongue loosened and grew a mind of its own. You wanted to say you were shy, and you mumble around others. What you actually said was,  "I like you, your grace." 

Horrified, you clapped both your hands to your mouth. You had had a crush on Nuada for weeks, and now, it was out in the open. While you had been gawking over ancient Roman porn. Damn your tongue and its bizarre sense of timing. "Please forgive me, your grace," you mumbled. "I didn’t mean it like that an--"

"Call me Nuada, y/n." He chuckled, his face half buried in your hair. "Well, well, well. This is an interesting development. So you do like me. It all makes sense now. The stammering, the flushed cheeks," Nuada said, taking a deep breath and running a finger down your arm again, making you shiver. "The stolen looks…"

Shocked, you exclaim, "You noticed that?" 

Goddammit, what is with your tongue today? Perhaps a visit to a cloistered nunnery was in order, so you could learn how to rein in that wayward muscle of yours.

Nuada chuckled again, his hand moving over to your shoulder now. "You’re not as subtle as you thought you were, y/n."

Your cheeks felt like someone had set them on fire again. You think you should leave. "I’ll go... Nuada."

There was a flash in his eyes when you said his name, something you couldn't put your finger on. As for your leaving?

Nuada had other ideas, and he grabbed onto your wrist to stop you from leaving. He pulled you back and made you face him. "You’re not going anywhere y/n."

He looked like he meant it. Damn it. You think you're in such trouble now. A good tongue lashing, if you’re lucky. A lecture on your daring to even like the prince. You kept still, your eyes downcast. "Look up at me, y/n. That’s an order."

His voice was sharp, like a whip. You complied and lifted your eyes to his. "Do you really like me, y/n? And no lies," he warned. "I have neither the time nor the patience for lies."

Your tongue grew a mind of its own again, and you squeaked out a quiet, "Yes."

Nuada chuckled softly this time. "Now was that so hard?"

A large hand going up your thigh made you whimper. "If only you knew."

He chuckled again. This time, he lowered his head to nuzzle your cheek. "What is that smell?" he hummed against your skin.

"Soap?" you utter in confusion. When Nuada laughed, it sounded so sweet to you. "Well, y/n, what if I liked you too?"

"You what?"

His hand went higher and rested on your hip. Even through your jeans, you could feel the heat of his palm on your skin. "I like you." He curled a finger under your chin, tilting it to the side so he could nip at your earlobe. The sensation of his teeth latching onto your flesh made your heart pick up a few beats. Your skin warmed, your eyes closed. Your breath grew weak, shallow. "A lot. I want you," Nuada continued before he nipped your earlobe again. This time, he bit harder and made you gasp.  "I have to have you. All to myself. I hate seeing those puny fools in your office trying to talk to you. Seeing them hover around you vexes me a great deal."

Through the fog his kisses created, you somehow found a way to recollect. The angry looks whenever he came to pick you up from work. The clenched fists if a colleague tried to flirt with you. He had liked you. All this time, he had liked you, and you had been oblivious to it. "You’re mine, y/n. Mine." He growled possessively when he pulled away. "Is that understood?"

That hand on your hip went higher, sneaking under your blouse and resting over your belly. Fingers curling over your skin made your breath hitch, made you want. You knew exactly what you wanted to say this time. "Yes. I understand."

"Good." Nuada tilted your chin with his other hand, only this time it resulted with his lips flush against yours. When his tongue licked past your parted lips and you trembled beneath him, he groaned. "Now tell me, y/n," he whispered between kisses. "Which one of those pictures caught your eye?"

You gulped but waited till he pulled away just long enough for you to look at and point. Nuada grinned wickedly when his eyes rested on the picture that interested you the most.

"No." He shook his head and smirked. You had been pouting, disappointed with his no. "I’d rather be looking into your eyes during our first time together, not at the back of your head." Nuada gestured to the stone tablets. "Choose another picture."

There was that blow-torch to your cheeks again. "That then?"

Nuada looked at the picture you pointed at. "Yes." He nodded briefly. "I can do that. Come with me."

He led you to a corner table, swiping away all of the papers and documents he had left on it earlier. Everything fell to the floor in a flurry of paper and pens and stamps, leaving the table bare. Nuada patted the polished hardwood top. "Up."

You rest your hands on the edge of the table and hoist yourself up. "Y-you," you felt a thrill when he removed his sword belt and tossed it to the side. "Y-you want to do this?"

Nuada removed his chest plate and tossed that as well. It fell to the ground with a sharp clang. "I do." He rested his hands on the table and leaned in, his lips just hovering over yours. "To you. Just you." You trembled when he caressed your thighs when his eyes swept over your jeans. "But this is only going to get in my way. Get rid of it." He ordered as he stood back, to give you room. "Now."

Your cheeks grew hot, but you slipped out of your shoes before unzipping and shimmying out of your jeans. Nuada ran his fingers over your thighs, making you feel little stabs of desire whenever they traced a line. "Soft," he murmured. "Just like I thought it would be."

You mumbled, "Soft?"

"Your skin." Fingers crept under the hem of your panties. When he tugged on it, you lifted your hips so he could take it off. Goosebumps spread over your exposed skin when that piece of cotton drifted over your thighs and feet before joining your jeans on the floor. "I always wondered if it was soft." His lips skimmed over yours before drifting to your jawline. "All I ever wondered about was how soft your skin was." Teeth scraping along your jaw made your breath hitch, made you whisper more. It encouraged him. "What you looked like under your clothes." You closed your eyes when he pushed your legs apart and stood right in front of you. He breathed in your ear, "What would it be like to touch you. To have you under me." He trembled when you found some courage and snuck your hand under his tunic. "Fuck," he muttered under his breath.

You pulled your hand back, thinking you had done something to annoy him. "Sorry," you mumble.

Nuada lifted his eyes to you before removing his tunic. He wanted to feel your hand on his body again. "There is nothing," He took your hands and placed them on his tummy. "To say sorry for."

You let your hands drift over his belly, over the scars just below his ribcage. "Do these hurt?"

They looked like they had never healed properly, the lines looked jagged and a little pink. Nuada kept perfectly still, all while fighting the urge to tilt your head back and kiss you. The feeling of your hands gliding over his body brought him close to losing his control. "No. Not anymore. They’re healed, they’re just--"

He gasped when you kissed the scars. Nuada grabbed onto a nearby chair, to steady himself, while his other hand buried itself in your hair. His breath came out in huffs and pants when you swirled your tongue over each line. He moaned softly when your kisses moved higher, gliding throughout his chest. The soft sucking noises you made when you bit on his flesh brought out a growl from him. "Stop."

He grabbed onto your hair and gently pulled your head back when you couldn’t bring yourself to do so. "Turn your head to a side," Nuada said, running a thumb over your already bruised lips. The two of you had barely gotten started. "And let me see that neck of yours."

When you tilted your head to the side, he dipped his to the soft curve of your neck. You hummed when teeth scraped over flesh when lips sucked down after. "Nuada," you whimpered when he bit harder, as if determined to leave his mark on you. "Others could see."

He growled and bit even more aggressively. "I want them to see," he whispered against your throat. "I want others to see who you belong to. I want those pathetic males to fucking stop talking to you the way they do." When you moaned, he couldn’t help but ask, "Harder?"

You pulled your hair over your other shoulder to keep it out of his way. Your hands held onto the edge of the table as you tilted your head to the side even more. "Please."

A callused hand buried itself in your hair. You hummed and swallowed hard when teeth scraped against your flesh again. Nuada rested his free hand on the table to better balance himself. When teeth gave way to soft lips, and soft lips gave way to his tongue, your skin warmed up like crazy. You gasped and shivered with every kiss, every nibble. Your legs moved over his before hooking around his waist. Nuada growled again, this time letting go of your hair and gliding his hand over your body. He reduced you to a trembling mess when he caressed your breasts over the fabric of your blouse. "I like how your body shakes," he whispered against your throat. "When I touch you like this." When his breath fanned over your skin, you moaned again. Your breathing had grown frantic, desperate. When you lifted your hand to try and touch him, he stopped you. "Keep them behind you."

You moved your hands behind you, although it was hard to keep them still. You just wanted to touch him. Nuada narrowed his eyes and pinned your wrists together, pressing his body against you. "I should use a scarf next time, tie you up, and stop you from struggling so much." Your flushed cheeks only served to amuse him. "Would you like that, y/n?" he asked. "Me tying you up?"

You managed to squeak out, "Silk scarves?"

Amusement gave way to lust. Nuada grasped your chin with his free hand, tilting your head up so he could kiss you. His tongue licked past your parted lips again. His lips gently sucked on yours. Nuada released his grip on your chin and let his hand travel down your body, sneaking under your top to play with your breasts, brushing over your tummy, and your thighs, before coming to rest on your clit. He groaned as he rubbed a finger against your slit, and you mewled into his kiss. As Nuada pulled away, his eyes had grown wild and ark. "Already wet for me."

Your eyes scrunched shut when he slipped a finger into your cunt. It had been so long since someone had touched you like this and your body trembled and shook like it had been starving for weeks. Nuada inserted a second finger, and a third, stretching your walls every time he pushed those fingers inside. He'd curl them slightly whenever they hit a certain spot, making you moan and whimper even louder. Nuada rested his brow on yours, eagerly lapping up your little noises, your moans, and whimpers. "Open your eyes, y/n. Let me look into those beautiful eyes of yours."

You forced your eyes open, and find his drowning in yours. Your breath grew ragged, and his eyes never left yours. With each thrust, your mouth opened in loud cries, and his gaze never left yours. His grip on your wrists grew tighter when your wet walls pulsed around his fingers, making you feel so full. If he could do that with just his fingers…

On seeing your dreamy eyes, Nuada pressed himself to you, caging your body to his. "What are you thinking about, y/n?"

You bit your lip, but your tongue loosed again when his chest trembled against yours. "Your cock," You breathed and arched your back when those fingers of his curled inside of you again. "I--"

You let out a loud cry when he pushed in deep and very nearly took you over the edge. "You want it?" Nuada cooed, his fingers still relentless. "You want my cock inside you?"

"Mhhm."

Nuada hummed, "Soon." His eyes were still on yours, this time next to impossible to read. Your own impulses got the better of you and you reared forward to kiss him, sucking on his bottom lip as you did so. Nuada purred lazily before pulling away just a little when your head rolled back, your eyes squeezed shut. "N-Nuada--" you could feel your walls pulsing, your muscles coiling. "I-I t-think I-I’m g-going to--"

He dipped his head again, his mouth latching on to the bruised spot on your neck. "Cum," he mumbled between little nibbles. He managed to keep his focus, moving his fingers at a frantic pace, not slowing down even a beat. Every time you felt a jolt from those bites, a flash of pain, your pelvis would grind into his hand, allowing him to go deeper and further, and then those coiled muscles snapped. The orgasm that washed over you was the most intense you had ever experienced, knocking the breath right out of your lungs. Nuada held onto you, his fingers were ceaseless and intense.

The world felt like it had skidded to a halt, your vision kind of blanked out a little. Your focus was skewed. You couldn’t think, could barely breathe. All you could feel were the trembles of your body, of the hot breath against your throat. You vaguely heard a deep and satisfied groan when your cunt tightened around his fingers. The seconds ticked by as the world slowly drifted into focus. You felt your body grow empty. You faintly heard the sound of someone licking their fingers. You trembled when someone ran their tongue over the beads of sweat that had formed over your skin. "You taste delicious," Nuada grinned wolfishly when you opened your eyes to him, to what he was doing. His own chest trembled like he had been running hard. He tilted your chin again, his brow resting on yours. "You want more, y/n? You want more of what I just did to you?"

You could barely nod. Your breath was still hazy. The table felt cold and hard beneath you. Nuada let go of you completely and walked over to a bookcase, pulling out a thick blue volume. There was a loud creak, and the entire bookcase swung out. You finally see why the prince didn’t want people in this library. His bedroom had been craftily hidden beyond it. Nuada came back to you, carefully scooping you up and carrying you to it. "How about we try out that first picture you saw?"

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[exoticraven]

Death is not the end only the beginning

(this is my first x reader for this character I miss spell some things and even mess up on the grammar but I will try to improve that as I go on. This is a twisted on the ending of the 2 Hellboy)

(a/n) you can use any pronouns you like for me I am most comfortable with the pronoun her/she. So I will write in that said pronoun.

warning: talk of death and blood.

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Death could not touch her. She was kin to immortals but not quit. Her death was as if she was put into a deep slumber. Angels some called them would watch her as she slept just in case. How she died will be simple as self-sacrifice for a friend she saw as a big brother.

She was there at the final battle between Red and Prince Nuada. She felt so powerless. usually, her words would help her steer the conflict away from violence but this time her word fell on death's ears. She was scared. She was scared because Red was in big trouble and she had no idea how to help. She was just a child. That is what Red, Liz, and Abe would tell everyone. Some parts of her accepted that as truth but the other part did not accept that for an answer. She was the one that saw Princess Nuala take the dagger out of her sleeve. (y/n) knew what Nuala was going to do. It broke (y/n) heart because Abe love the said princess. Of course, she saw Abe as a big brother and would hurt anyone that hurt him. She knew what she had to do in that instance. She found the chain that bounded Nuada and Nuala together. She change the bound to her. She was chained to Nuada and Nuada was now changed to her. The dagger Nuala had disappeared from her hand which confused the princess. The princess knew she had the dagger in her hand just a few seconds ago where it has gone to she had no clue until she hear the thud. Nuada was the first to fall which confused the Princess even more since she still thought they were still connected. That until she heard Liz scream out (y/n) name in sadness. That was when it all clicked. (y/n) found a way to help. She use herself to stop Nuada just so Abe could be happy. Liz held (y/n) body. Red knew that (y/n) was not gone just asleep. So was Nuada. Like I said death can not take her.

"it not your time to go little one"

that same voice always greeted her when she was close to death. Now it was what Nuada was hearing. (y/n) action gives even more reason for her to be alive. Her action was selfless and had love behind it. Liz and Red rush both (y/n) and Nuada back to the plane to get at least (y/n) some medical attention. No one knew how she was able to tether herself to Nuada. Only the immortals knew like I told u she kin to the immortals. This action gives the immortals reason to keep her. Abe knew why she did what she did. He was not angry or sad just worried this was the last time he was going to see (y/n). Abe put (y/n) favorite music on and sat next to her watching and waiting for her to wake up or flat line. Nuada was chained in the hospital bed next to her.

*20 days later*

It was cold and rainy when he visited (y/n) in the medical bay. The mood was depressing and sad. no one had a smile on their face today. Abe did what he always does when he come to see (y/n). Sadly the moment he turn on (y/n) favorite music was when he heard the sound he was dreading to hear. (y/n) had flat line. Abe began to cry silently. His back was still turned away from (y/n). He did not see the gifted the immortals gave (y/n). The next thing he heard was a giant gasp for air. He quickly turn around to see what had happened. That when he saw...........

To be continued........

(I hope you like this x reader. I am not very good at x readers but I tried my best. like I said I am comfortable writing in the pronouns of her/she sorry but, of course, use any pronouns you like. Also if u like tell me what u think happened at the end.)

#Prince Nuadaxreader #x reader #my writing #prince nuada #hellboy

[hard-to-be-the-bard]

Prince Nuada X Autistic Reader

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again gonna be based on the AU where he works for the BPRD :) also because obviously autism is a huge scale, i’m just basing it off my own experiences, so sorry if it isn’t what you wanted but let me know if you want me to change it :)

- You were friends with Red, Abe and Liz

- Nuada had seen you with them multiple times

- But whenever you saw him you’d avoid his gaze, muttering to your friends and leaving the room

- He was under the impression you disliked him, but for what reason, he’d never been rude to you? 

- So he decided to talk to Red about it

- Who had given him a raised brow and a sigh

- “Look, y/n doesn’t hate you, she has autism” He starts and Nuada frowns

- “Autism? What’s that?” He asks, and Red scratches his forehead

- “Well it’s hard to classify under one vague description, but it’s a sort of communication and social disorder” He starts

- “There are different types, it’s a spectrum so everyone with a diagnosis has different symptoms” He says, and Nuada nods

- “So what makes hers different” He asks, and Red shrugs

- “She doesn’t like meeting new people, puts her on edge, too many social expectations I believe, she doesn’t like handshakes, or people touching her, unless of course she touches you first, then you know it’s ok, what else, oh yea, bright lights, she’s light sensitive” He gestures the brightly lit room. “Which isn’t particularly best being here and all, she also has hyperfixations” He says, and Nuada frowns

- “Hyper fixation? What are those” He asks, and Red explains

- “A special interest, something she’s currently interested, it can change of course, and she can have multiple sometimes, but at the moment it’s mushroom species” He says, and then looks curiously at him

- “But why do you want to know” He asks, and Nuada shrugs

- “I want to get to know her” He says simply, and Red watches him

- “Well, she’ll talk to anybody about her fixations, so why don’t you start a conversation about mushrooms” He suggests, and Nuada nods, thanking him before leaving

- Two days later he’d found you sitting at a desk, book in hand, he noticed the title from afar. Fungi, he smiled. Before walking closer, pulling out a chair and sitting down across from you, and your head shot up, looking at the man who was sitting across from you

- He gestures to your book

- “I see you’re interested in mushrooms” He offers, and you nod slowly, not sure why he’s sitting near you. But he keeps on talking

- “Did you know a single Portabella mushroom can contain more potassium than a banana?” He asks, and your interest is peaked, a grin on your face as you nod.

- “Mhm, the French first started  to popularise them in the 19th century, but before that the Egyptians and Greeks believed they’d provide energy during battle, and I suppose they were right because they would give them a lot more energy than some things they would of eaten in that era. But the Egyptians labelled them to be the plant of immortality and made it so commoners weren’t allowed to eat them-” You slowed down, looking up at Nuada, to see he was still paying attention and upon seeing he was you kept talking

- The conversation lasted a while, the two of you passing facts back and forth, Nuada even knowing some that you hadn’t

- Nuada on the other hand, was beaming at the conversation, he’d finally talked to you, and you’d enjoyed it, or so he thought, but from the way you smiled at him he had to be doing something right

- It was only now you’d realised you’d been talking for over three hours, and you bluntly pointed this out to him, and he glanced at the clock in the room

- “It appears you’re right” He says, and stands

- “Do you- want to come and get dinner with me?” He offers, you looked at the clock, it was late, meaning the hall wouldn’t be as busy as it usual, but still you looked uncertain, and Nuada noticed this

- “If it’s busy when we arrive we can always turn back” He offers, and you looked up at him, wondering why he offered, and it was at that moment you realised he knew, knew about the autism, and you frowned to yourself for a moment, you didn’t think elves knew about autism. Unless, unless he’d spoken to Red about it. But he’d only do that if he actually wanted to talk to you

- And why would he want to do that? You thought to yourself. And then you realise Nuada was still standing there, waiting for a response, and you nodded your head, following him towards the food hall

- When you got there it was relatively quiet, but he still looked at you for confirmation to go ahead, and when you nodded he smiled

- You were both sitting next to each other on the bench, making some light conversation, as you ate, and you heard the thumpy boots of Red, and you looked up and saw his surprised expression, Liz, Abe and Nuala following behind him, similar surprised expressions on their faces. 

- He walked over, taking a seat on the other side of the table, smirking

- “Looks like you made a new friend there short fry” He joked, and you frowned

- “Fuck off” You blurted out before making an oop noise at the back of your throat, apologising and he laughed. 

- “Don’t worry about it kiddo, it’s good to see you’re making friends, and you-” He turned to look at Nuada. “You do anything to upset her and I’ll curb stomp you” He says, and you laugh slightly.

- Nuada frowns, assuring him he wouldn’t, and Red nods, before standing back up

- “Well, I’ll leave you two to it” He smiles and you wave goodbye to him

- A few weeks later and you’re at Nuada’s side, the two of you closer now than before, practically never apart, if one of you was somewhere, the other wasn’t far behind.

- Nuada was fiercely protective of you, someone made a joke at your expense, they’d be threatened until they wished they could crawl into a corner and cry. 

- You let him touch you now, which was a big step, he would do it firmly, not lightly, knowing it made your skin crawl, but there would be head pats and shoulder pats most days.

- If you were in a crowded area you’d move closer to Nuada, a hand balling in the fabric of his shirt and his arm would be around you quickly, finding the quickest route out of the situation

- The others had watched your relationship progress, they were surprised with how quickly you’d accepted him into your life. You still barely let Red touch you and you had known him for over a year

- But it was quickly becoming less platonic and more romantic. His gestures more softer, sweeter, caring, forehead kisses and hugs before leaving to your respective quarters

- And it was long before the two of you were sharing a quarter. Both of you preferring to start the day together, as well as ending it together

- And he eventually kissed you one day

- Making your relationship official

- Red had still threatened even if he knew he wouldn’t hurt you. Nuala was over the moon, her brother finally accepting humanity, when a few months ago he’d set to destroy them, he was now caring for one

- He was still in tune to your needs, he knew what you liked and disliked, any fabrics that caused you discomfort, smells you were adverse too, food that made your stomach crawl. He always seemed to know when something was wrong. 

- He made your life a thousand times earlier, making sure you completed deadlines, handed in reports, took any medicine on time, ate properly

- It was easier to manage with him around

- And he wasn’t going away any time soon

#prince nuada #nuada x reader #nuada x s/o #nuada x you #nuada imagines #prince nuada x reader #prince nuada x you #prince nuada x s/o #prince nuada imagine #autistic reader #x autistic reader #nuada x autistic reader #prince nuada x autistic reader #hellboy x autistic reader #hellboy x reader

[anna-pixie]

//I do actually!! I was wondering if you wouldn't mind doing a Prince Nuada x chubby shy/social anxiety/insecure reader? Maybe he notices her because she is mostly on her own? A little romantic or fluffy, some comfort in his own blunt way? :) I've been feeling down lately and Nuada (even though he's "evil") is my favorite character!! Plus he's cute so that is a bonus. Lol. If not I can pick someone else instead of him. :)

finally got this done, i’m sorry it took so long - i struggled to write for this character for some reason. probably just because i’m unfamiliar with him. i hope i did him justice, but if i didn’t please let me know, i’d love to try again! (i hope the end isn’t too dark, i know you wanted fluff!)

request: Prince Nuada x chubby shy/social anxiety/insecure reader? Maybe he notices her because she is mostly on her own? A little romantic or fluffy, some comfort in his own blunt way? :)

pairings: prince nuada x reader

warnings: violence, death, bullying.

*

Your leg bounces as you take a seat on the back row, chewing on your nails as you focus on trying not to breathe too loudly. Someone turns, their eyes passing over you as they look for someone entering the room. Your brain tells you that they’re looking at you. Oh, God. Do you have something on your face? You think that person is friends with Ryan anyway. Speaking of the devil, he strides into the room without a care, a smirk spreading across his face when he sees you sitting on your lonesome. 

He stops next to your seat for a moment, flicking your pen onto the floor as he pretends to be apologetic. 

“Oh, silly me!” He exclaims dramatically, and you hear a few giggles around the room, “I’m ever so sorry, fatso. Oops! I mean, Y/N.” He grins at you, baring his slightly yellow teeth as you look at the ground, begging yourself not to cry again. 

You thought you’d be safe from childish bullies by now, I mean, you’re in your last year of university Goddammit. But no, Ryan torments you relentlessly day in and day out. You already have enough anxiety, this was just the cherry on top. 

You let out a small sigh as your lecturer enters the hall using the door at the front of the room. He is followed by a few students, each wheeling in a podium with a glass case atop. You feel yourself getting excited, your professor has managed to rent a few artifacts to enrich your lecture today, you can’t wait. 

Ancient culture has always been your calling. From a young age, you were completely fascinated by it. It’s like your safety blanket, your comfort for when the world gets too harsh for you. You don’t even feel like you’re doing a degree on it, it feels like you’re learning for fun. 

20 minutes later, you stop taking notes to shake your hand out, it gets terribly achy when you write for too long. You listen to your professor talk about the royal crown of something or other, when he is interrupted by the lights suddenly flickering, before going out altogether. 

Your breathing speeds up and you try desperately to get it under control, your eyes widening in fright when you see the man striding into the room. Is it a man? If he is, he must be the strangest looking man you’ve ever seen. You realise he is speaking, but you can’t hear what he is saying, your mind is too loud. You’re screaming in your head, but you can only manage to choke on your quick breaths out loud. You see your classmates panicking, screaming, running to the back of the room. 

You don’t move, you can’t. You’re paralysed. You don’t even move as the white haired man kills your professor with his giant staff. You don’t move when you hear the thunderous footsteps behind you. You don’t move when a giant metal fist slams down beside you, tables and chairs breaking and wood chips flying all over the place. Some slice your skin, but you don’t notice. 

You only move when you feel warmth under your chin. A hand, you think. Your head is tilted up and you lock eyes with the creature that killed your professor. Skin as pale as the paper in your discarded notebook, lips as black as your hair. Your eyes trace the light scarring on his face, and only then do you register that his lips are moving. 

“You didn’t run, foolish girl.” His voice is low, unexpectedly posh, and dare you say - comforting?

“I-I didn’t run.” You repeat. Your brain is taking a while to catch up with the events at hand. This happens every time you have a minor panic attack. 

“I should kill you.”

“Oh.” Is your only response. Very good. 

“You’re shaking like a leaf.” His hand travels to your hand, sliding down before resting on your upper arm. You cringe as he squeezes slightly. Is he going to comment on your weight as well?

“I’m sorry. I-I couldn’t move. I… they probably wouldn’t have let me leave anyway.” You don’t even expect your words, and neither does this strange person whose face resembles Munch’s ‘Scream’. 

“Excuse me?”

“Nevermind, I’m sorry. I-.” You stop talking. You realise that you’re probably going to die, why bother talking and just embarrassing yourself more?

He points his bloody staff towards the door that the rest of the class had escaped through, “The ones who fled, they tormented you?” 

He is oddly perceptive, and although you had just witnessed him kill someone, you can’t help but find his concern comforting. 

“Yes.” There’s no point lying, not now. 

“Why?” You giggle sardonically, as if it’s not obvious. You wave your hands, gesturing to your body. 

“Please, elaborate.”

“Me. I’m asking for it, can’t you see? I’m fat!” You’re crying now. Isn’t that strange, you’re crying at this rather than the thought of your impending death at the hands of a weirdly attractive madman. 

“Your tormentors are nothing but cowards. Action should be taken with reason behind it. Do you think I would kill if not to achieve a goal?” You shake your head, too nervous to disagree with him, “Human bodies. They’re easily destructible. But they’re different. I’ve seen many humans in my time, no two with the same body. Being larger isn’t something that should be frowned upon. Look at my friend here.” You turn to the large blue monster guarding the doorway, “He’s absolutely hideous, to the people who ran away from him. An ugly monster, they say. To me he is precious. Everything that repulses them makes him special to me. Looks change, bodies change. Look at you. You’re beautiful.” A tear slides down your face as the pale man finishes speaking. 

“Wow. I… I don’t know what to say.”

“Stop crying.” He snaps, causing you to flinch suddenly, “Humans.” He tuts, shaking his head. 

“Thank you…”

“Nuada.”

“Thank you, Nuada.” 

He tilts your chin up once more, this time with the sharp end of his staff. 

“You’re not like them.” That’s the last thing he says to you before he leaves, taking an artefact with him as he goes. You listen to the thunderous sounds of that things footsteps retreating as you sit silently. What had just happened?

*

Everything went back to normal pretty quickly. You assume Nuada has forgotten about you. Of course he has, why would he bother remembering someone like you? 

Ryan’s tormenting only got worse, it’s clear he is suffering some severe issues ever since the ordeal and he seems to be taking it out on you. 

You accept that this will never change, until one day it does. 

You get home to a parcel on your doorstep. You don’t know what you’re expecting, it’s so beautifully wrapped, with a gold wax seal and everything. You shut your front door with your shoulder, unwrapping the parcel as you go. It’s strangely heavy. You peek inside once you open it, furrowing your brows as you see a large sheet with some beautifully written words on:

‘THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO COWARDS’

You pull the paper out, screaming at the top of your lungs and dropping the box when you see what is inside. The box hits the floor and falls over, the object rolling onto the floor. 

Ryan’s head. 

Just his head. 

You should be horrified, you know. However, you can’t help the smile that creeps onto your face. Nuada sure has unorthodox methods of comforting someone.

#prince nuada #nuada x reader

[darling-i-read-it]

A-Z NSFW With Alex DeLarge

Alex DeLarge x reader

Warnings: smut

Requested; by anon, Hi again! I would love to request some NSFW or a SFW alphabet for Alex DeLarge! I don’t know if you feel comfortable writing the NSFW one, but don’t worry! The SFW one is perfectly fine! Also, I wanted to ask if you know about the film Labyrinth and Hellboy! I think you would love the characters Jareth and Prince Nuada! And I would love to read your fanfic if you want to write about them. Love ya 💞💞

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

Author’s Note: I hope this is satisfactory! And thank you so much for requesting stuff for Alex, I truly thought no one would want to read stuff for  him so this was an exciting moment

A: Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Alex is kind of a douche bag but like if he likes you he’s quite kind about it. You can talk about things and he tells  you about movies he had recently viddied and it’s overall a nice experience. This is assuming its day sex because for some reason the idea of night sex with alex is weird to me

B: Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He loves your hands. He holds your hands, he moves  your hands, he makes sure your hands are always on his chest to steady you or on his hips. Hands.

C: Cum (Anything to do with cum)  

Alex doesn’t shy away from being messy with his cum. He likes to see it on you, like a on your stomach

D: Dirty Secret

While Alex was rather used to the violence in sex now he is much more inclined to the idea of having one person to hold which for him is the dirtiest secret of all

E: Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?) 

Alex is quite experienced. He didn’t shy away from sex when he was young and now he is used to what might please you and especially what he knows will please him. 

F: Favorite Position

He likes being on top, missionary typically but he also varies because that man doesn’t know how to get used to things that aren’t violence

G: Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc.)

Alex is borderline hilarious and you aren’t sure if he means to be but he often is. Sometimes he makes you laugh without meaning to which is more likely than trying to make you laugh in the moment

H: Hair (How well-groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Grooming? He doesn’t know what that is. It’s just a bush that isn’t unlike his hair

I: Intimate (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Alex is stabby and slow and inconsistent and far from romantic. He’s so used to seperatign the person from the event he so rarely remembers that when you call out his name you’re talking to him

J: Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

I’m not even going to get started on this y’all know he’s ruthless with that hand

K: Kink (One or more of their kinks)  

He likes pain. Not enough usually to leave signifant bruises but to watch you squirm and have a flashing moment of is this pain or pleasure really gets him going 

L: Location (Favorite places to do the do)

A n y w h e r e 

M: Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Watching you lick things. A popsicle or your spoon or something. Literally he would die for you in like three seconds flat and have you in bed even sooner

N: No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Boy hates age play. He thinks its weird. He isn’t sure what to make of it

O: Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)  

Receiving for sure. Your mouth around him is much more pleasurable than anything but also he is not bad at giving. 

P: Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Unpaced if that makes sense. Like you have no idea what to expect from him most of the time

Q: Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)  

Oh good God don’t even get him started on quickies. If he’s horny he’s horny that’s just that it isn’t like he’s going to ignore it

R: Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)  

He’s pretty open to like, a lot of things. Like if you want to do something it almost makes him more excited because he’ll know you’ll be into it

S: Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last, etc.)

Alex, ah Alex. The lightweight who acts like he isn’t if there ever was one

T: Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t mind toys, he actually quite enjoys them. He likes to be more touchy about it usually but if it means you get to squirm a little bit more he’ll take it

U: Unfair (How much they like to tease)

Oh so much. Granted, he doesn’t usually last that long so he tries but it usually doesn’t work

V: Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He’s actually quite quiet when it comes down to it but when he’s cumming lots of people know it

W: Wild Card (Random headcanon)

He happens to enjoy ropes when he gets the chance to use them

X: X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants)

(*me mentally trying so hard to remember from Clockwork*) Average. Nothing to big and nothing to small

Y: Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

If sex drive was a man. It would be Alex.

Z: ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If it’s night time then he can be out like a light if there is no need to be out later that night

#alex delarge x reader #alex delarge imagines

[imagines-to-quench-thirst]

give me 2 lifelines

Loki Laufeyson x female reader x Nuada (SMUT)

Anon asked: I don’t know if you’re familiar with Prince Nuada from Hellboy but I was wondering if you could do a piece that’s Prince Loki and Prince Nuada fighting over Fem Reader but end up sharing her. Lots of angst and NSFW content. I love a good sub/Dom dynamic. It would be AMAZING if you could whip something up 😊🥰❤️

SMUT AHEAD, 18+, sir/king kink, threesome MMF, dominant vibes,ah, you know the drill

!WARNING! THIS IS MY FIRST THREESOME WRITING IF IT'S BAD, PLEASE, BE GENTLE WITH ME! (p.s if you like it support me with a KOFI)

I am not the best at grammar so if there are any mistakes, sorry! Now, enjoy!

"Tell me about him."

"About who, Loki?"

"Your past lover with the fairly peculiar name."

"Nuada? Why?"

"You said his name yesterday in your sleep, dove."

"Sorry."

"Why for? Now, was he comparable to me?"

She giggles "A little. He held himself to the same elevated royal regard like you."

"Oh."

"But that was his downfall."

"Oh..."

"That was years ago. I am certain he forgot about me. I love you."

"I love you too, princess. However, you are untrue about one thing."

"About what?"

"Whoever you cross paths with, you leave an irreplaceable print on their lives. I am sure that Nu-a-da feels the same."

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"Nuada..." her words echoed off the magical glass and into his ears picking up the sad tone his eyes picking up only the cold wall he faced. "I am leaving. I need to go back Hellboy told me that being in this world is bad for me I need to go back to MY home. I will NOT see you again."

He stands up seeing the form of his former lover disappear in gold flakes with his hand raised. "Y/n.'"her desperate name befalls off his lips.

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Nuada stands up walking towards his today's visitor, his twin sister. Nuala. "Brother." he retorted "Sister."

Her hand reaches her chest. The thin fabric mashing into her narrow fingers. "I feel a tremendous distress from you."

"Ha, that gloom followed me when you betrayed me for the big red rock." he argued his attitude spiteful.

Nuala shakes her head "No, this sadness is beyond comparison. Unexplainable." she refuted moving closer to the shield her hand on the magical glass."This is heartbreak. For a certain being." Nuada's eyes gazing at her eyeing her mouth "For a human girl." His eyes twitched.

"That is forgone now. My actions are-" she cuts him off "-Are empty. Wanting nothing more than to have her back your arms wanting to do to everything and comprise everything to be with her. Since no price is too imperial for her."

"Enough!"

His turmoil echoed in the cell his kin standing her hand moving through the glass, his eyes cleared in shock.

"You could have run but you didn't, your powers exceed far more than mine. But you stayed for her, to pay the dues and to show in front of her a new creature. A new man how the humans would say."

Nuada walks striding out of the cell inquiring her with a breathless "Why?"

Nuala only cackles giving a minor shudder "Go... Find her."

Nuada steps off the stairs and moves out of the prison. His silver hair lifting off in the air that breezed through the long stands she caressed each night before they slept. His eyes that Y/n swore were made from molten gold searched into the area searching for his swords. His steps falling silent as he hears a small swish of magic, he turns to find a portal laced with green hues. He looks at the portal seeing no one only hearing the faint whisper of someone he yeared for.

"I am telling you. Bruce would manage to lift the hammer if he was in the elevator. No one can change my mind."

Y/N.

With no attending thoughts in his brain, his legs strode in front of him and into the portal that lured him so deceivingly in. The thick air that resided in his lungs was no more as he saw the same room he used to sneak in. The same cabinet he stubs his toe too many times and the small long mirror that was placed on the wall in front of the bed. He was here. Nuada was present in Y/N's room. The door opens and he sees her... and she sees him as the loud clang of swords fall from his pale blue hands. Y/n's steps coming to a halt. In front of her stood the former lover, the hair she kissed and braided was now much longer almost touching his buttcheeks the high cheekbones still current as ever the same markings on his skin stayed.

"Nuada? Wh-what are you doing here?"

She doesn't know how to acknowledge knowing that her present lover will come by any time soon. Her mind belonged to Loki. But what about her heart? Was there still room for Nuada to stand proud in?

"She told me to see you. She felt my eternal heartbreak that was left between us."

He steps closer, his hands reaching for her, her holding hands daily not yet remembering how rough he was. Y/N froze. There was no better way to explain it. Her brain worked overtime like a hamster in a wheel while her heart thudded in her ears and throat.

"I don't know what to say. We broke up. ever since you went to prison."

"I want to remove that, that memory. Seeing your face in vast anguish was something never I desired for."

Y/n flinches as her hands move away from his. Retorting with a small sigh "Still, we can not be together, Nuada, I am from a different world. Remember what Abe said:

"If you say here for too long your body will not manage to live here. It will kill itself slowly and who knows maybe that portal which you travel through will not open one day and you will lose all your loved ones."

"You can not stay here Nuada. You need to go back."

She wanted to shift away but his warmth and his authentic hands gradually and agonizingly pulled her in, her head resting on his shoulder. They stayed like that in silence while Nuada explains himself "My jewel, will you let me rewrite the wrongs of my life? Will you let me come back in and try to find the peace that you carry within you. I am lost without you?"

Y/n derides as her hand nudges against his chest tears probing outside of her eyes "What do you think felt like? When I came back after you were taken I had to rebuild myself, my job which I lost as I was traveling too much between realms and had to mask it. I had very bad thoughts that took a toll on me. you cannot ask for me to 'open my heart and welcome you with open arms. If it wasn't for Loki-"

"-Who is Loki?"

"My current BOYFRIEND. My lover."

Nuada footed back not even thinking that maybe she moved on with her life and found love with another. He didn't think how much damage he did to her heart that was already harmed.

"And who are you, stranger?" Loki's voice stirs through Y/n's ears and Nuada's, as well as both of them, turn to the god himself.

"Loki!" Y/n moved towards him already fearing what he thought "Nothing happened, I swear."

His finger reaches up to her cheek caressing the supple skin as she leans into his warm touch momentary closing her eyes. Not going unnoticed by the long-haired creature himself. "I know, lover. It is alright." he strides past her walking towards Nuada his green suit being slightly knowledgeable to Nuada.

"Have you-" "I assure you stranger, we are meeting for the first time. What is your name? What are you called?"

"Prince Nuada."

Loki swivels to Y/n "So that is him. dove? Perplexing..." Loki gazes at the creature noticing his marks on his body while his hand points to the marks "Are you a warrior? A bad one?" he grins seeing the small twitch in Nuada's eyebrow.

"I have spoken before my title is that of a prince. And what are you?"

"I am a God."

Loki walks back to Y/n holding her hand in his own bringing it up to his lips giving it the small peck she needs to zone back into reality and feel the gravity of this situation.

"Shall we?" "Yes..."

Nuada gazes and he feels the words jump out "I WILL DO ANYTHING TO BE WITH YOU, MY JEWEL!" they both halt turning to look at the elf "My pride is nothing compared to that to be kissed by your lips and to be filled by your love."

"Nuada, please... Stop this."

Nuada was a dominant creature of pride his name was not to be said without a shiver running down the spine of the person who said his name. The dangerous exterior and the harsh demeanor changed as Nuada kneeled, his pride stowed away not to see the light of this day.

"I still love her. She STILL possesses my heart."

Loki chuckles while he resolves, holding Y/n's hand

"What can we do about it? She has my heart as well."

Y/n subsisted in surprise staying between two of the same coin not already feeling the familiar tinge of arousal going through her body. Loki turns to Nuada indicating with a grin.

"Let us share her."

"Loki!!!"

He turns back to her kissing her lips saying in a bare hum "What else do you want me to do dove? You can see who much he IS willing to go through just to have a taste of your nectar. We can stop if that is what you wish for."

Y/n gasped out feeling Nuada pressed flush against her backside his hand traveling across her back.

"No."

"Then it's determined."

Loki looked at Y/n flushed eyes her iris almost despairing while she felt Nuada's long lost lips on her neck kissing and attending to her every carnal need she was deprived of. Loki took no more than a second to unbutton her shirt as she moaned at his cold fingers "No, use your magic." she barely managed to say it.

Loki takes it into account snapping his fingers as Y/n's, Nuada's, and Loki's clothes despair off of them leaving them naked. Nuada snatched her back onto the bed letting her softly sit down as Loki went behind her letting her rest her head on his abs. Nuada one more kneels looking solely at Y/n's

"May, I taste you, my jewel?" she nods as Nuada lets his lips open his tongue coming out and landing softly at the bottom of her folds tracing slowly up hearing her moans that he missed dearly. Loki kept an eye on her seeing her head drop against his stomach her eyes shut closed while her nipples begged for him to attend to them. His hands glided down giving her a message turning the nubs softly following the rhythm of Nuada's pace. As Nuada went up he found the one thing that gave her the nickname she carries for him his finger gently removing the fold and showing her clit "My only jewel." he mused seeing the deep red blush on her cheeks her eyes squinting not wanting to show her full-blown eyes his lips land around her clit sucking the delicate nerve bundle pulling slowly back giving her more depth to her passion. As her moans filled the room, Nuada HAD to rut his hips into the edge of the mattress wishing for just some sort of friction he craved for. Loki was nothing different either.

Y/n could feel his tip at the bottom of her head hard and quivering in rhythm with her moans each of the being anguish.

"I am close."

Loki answers sternly "Nuada, stop."

Nuada obediently ends peeking at the God, knowing he needs to play nice or otherwise he won't feel Y/n around him. "Let's fill her. Would you like that my beautiful Queen?"

"Yes." she rasped out "Yes, what?" "Yes, My King."

"Now, turn on your stomach. Nuada, we will swap our positions."

Nuada asks trying to hold still some ropes of authority "When will I feel her?"

Loki walks to him grabbing his chin forcefully "You, prince, will have your turn but for now, you will get her sacred mouth. Do you mind that Y/n?"

Y/n shakes her head between the power play that was in front of her "No."

Nuada kneels on the bed seeing Y/n beneath him, his cock twitched wanting nothing more than to take her and kill the god that was playing the power play over his royal birthright. Loki stood at the bed seeing her slick wet and pulling, taking his member into his hand pushing in, giving Nuada the head nod as Nuada places his cock in Y/n's mouth feeling her tongue beneath his cock while he slid further down listening to the audible gag reflex.

Y/n didn't know how to explain being throat fucked by a former King of Elf's and being fucked by a God of Mischief, feeling her both holes stretched with no remorse... And thriving in the fantasy.

"Can I move, pet?" Loki begged as he hears the audible Mhh from the bottom of her mouth. Jerking back from her pussy the tight walls would want nothing more than to hold him inside as Nuada continued to feel every inch of her mouth.

"Now, ah, Y/n your rule. You are not to cum until myself and Nuada cum inside you. You understand?"

At the command, she felt a powerful shiver in her body as rather of her voice her body replied as she became wetter at the demand. Loki chuckles as he looks at Nuada seeing his hand in Y/n's hair griping guiding her to a pace he knew she could take.

"Are you alright with that, Nuada? Having her being filled by mine and your seed."

"Yes. I can't wait to see her filled with our milk."

A few more thrusts and the men that were subdued at her body came. Y/n trying to hold in her orgasm. Loki pulls out feeling the cold air on his warm cock. While Nuada pulled slowly seeing her mouth full with his cum her eyes teary.

"Thank you... Sir," she said as a small smile was on Y/n's face. Loki looks at the two of them chuckling "She is all yours, Nuada." Loki and Nuada once more switch places as Loki attentively wipes the mix of drool and saliva pushing it back into her mouth giving her a sloppy kiss.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, my King." she smiled. Nuada feels inching his cock to her folds pushing in. Her walls clutching at the tip he halts feeling the mix of Loki's cum and her own giving him silenced in. Closing her eyes she feels Loki's hand travel past her breasts, stomach and halting at her clit playfully flicking it.

"Loki!" she cries as the nerves shock her. "Do you like it, while play with your jewel while Nuada is thrusting in you, hopefully breeding a child in your womb, Y/n? Do you like it? To have a child and to share it with me and Nuada as fathers?"

"Yes!!! Nuada, fill me up well! Places!" the level she stooped to screen to out she didn't know she had it in her. Nuada thrust feeling her pull him only further in her walls clutching him for all she is worth. Loki pulls his hand back seeing the tears stream down Y/n's cheek.

"Do you wish to cum pet?" "Yes!"

Loki looks at Nuada seeing him give a nod and he responds "Then cum."

One more time and y/n doesn't see her lover only a white light as her orgasm rolled out of her. Talia felt Nuada ruts his hips into hers and as he slowly pulled out she felt full and replenished with their cum something filthy felt so powerful.

Wow, need holy water on my eyes. thanks for reading. tell me what you think. Hope you liked it.

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