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motimatcha · 3 months

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the Forbidden fruit

NSFW: headcanons about your sex life. hazbin hotel Adam x fem!reader That feeling when my drafts are almost halfway through the smut with Adam that I wanted to write, but at the last minute I stopped liking that text, so I switched to something else. Everything is (not) good. I wrote this text while listening to Landon Tewers - She Thinks of Me. the meaning of the song is not at all important and has nothing to do with the lyrics, I just liked the melody.

Adam has beautiful hands. Aesthetic. When he takes off his clothes and folds his arms across his chest, rests them on a surface, or carries heavy objects, his veins appear.

His fingers are thin and well-groomed, long, like those of a pianist, which Adam never was.

Just imagine the contrast it has on you during sex. His rough, sometimes wild, character and gentle movements of his hands that slide over your entire body while he whispers all sorts of dirty things in your ear. Imagine those hands touching your hips, squeezing your skin gently but noticeably to make you feel excited and excited, and then with a knee-baring grin, he leaves you unsatisfied.

Adam can and loves to tease. His hands pass dangerously close to your sensitive places, and his words are full of subtext and hints, which are sometimes not covered at all. And because many are accustomed to the character of Adam, who speaks complete nonsense, no one pays attention to the fact that Adam literally said that he would fuck you against that wall before entering heaven.

Adam sure has a sexy morning voice. He can lie on his back, finally finding a comfortable position without his wings getting in the way, one of his arms wedged under your body and resting on your side. He brushes the hair that is falling into his face back before turning his head in your direction. A smirk graces Adam’s face as he rolls onto his side and pulls you closer to him, allowing your two hot bodies to grind against each other. Adam wakes you up with a kiss behind your ear, slowly lowers himself to your neck and whispers some nonsense to you, but you don’t wake up or pretend to be asleep, he takes it as a challenge and the hand from your hip slowly slides down, straight into yours underpants.

Adam likes the cowgirl position when he's too tired but still wants you. This gives you both an imaginary sense of control: you control the speed of the process, Adam controls the movement of your hips.

He likes to look at your hips and butt, whether in tight pants/high-waisted shorts or skirts/dresses that contour your figure. Adam basically likes to look at you in tight clothes, style doesn't matter as long as you like it. Besides that, he likes to see his dick penetrate your body slowly or quickly (well, I mean, he likes to watch your pussy swallow his dick, let's be honest). He loves watching your breasts bounce rhythmically as you move. He loves the feeling of your fingers on his chest as you lean against him, finding a comfortable position.

If you don't mind having Adam's dick in you without having sex, then please allow him. He is overwhelmed by a feeling of unity that has not visited him since the time of Lilith and Eve.

Not against quick sex (or blowjob).

Speaking of fetishes, Adam loves creampies and he doesn’t hide the fact that he’s flattered by the idea of impregnating you. And the latter is not so much a fetish as his sacred duty, because he seemed to be created for this? First man, first man and all that. However, if you can't get pregnant (or it's your mutual desire not to have children due to your lifestyle), he still loves creampies.

Adam loves to leave his marks on you: hickeys and bites, especially on your neck, arms, collarbones, chest, hips... In general, wherever he can reach with his mouth and lips. Adam likes to do this not only because he finds it sexy, but because of his insecurity. He had two wives who went to a dwarf duck! Somewhere in the subcortex of consciousness, Adam wants every living and dead soul to see that you are already busy with him and minding your own business.

Adam will probably let you do anything (within reason and as long as he feels like he's in a dominant position) if you praise him during sex or tell him you wouldn't choose anyone else over him. This will upset him.

I'm not sure exactly what word is supposed to mean what I'm about to say next (at least I've seen it called "happy way", but I can't be sure), but Adam has a faint trail of hair from his belly button to the groin. And although he takes care of himself (if you ask, he doesn’t care until it starts to get in the way), but he will never remove this particular hair.

His cock is worth forgetting about toys. So are his fingers.

Adam doesn't have a favorite place to have sex, but he prefers you to be alone. Teasing in public is a whole different story!

If you want to quickly excite Adam, then touch his wings. But this should not be a light touch to the tips of his feathers, but a targeted stroking of the growth area of the wings and between the shoulder blades.

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baeshijima · 1 year

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— perfect

your parents believed you were destined for each other, though it would seem they hadn't taken into account your differing ideals.

CONTAINS : gn!reader, 1.2k wc, fluff, arranged!marriage au, basically arranged partners-to-strangers-to-lovers, jing yuan in denial until he can... no longer deny it

A/N : this was supposed to be a one paragraph brainrot. what happened.

when you first heard of your prospective marriage partner, you didn't feel all that much for him. granted, there was only so much you could feel when listening to your parents ramble on. he was supposedly the son of a family friend — the ones who served the realm-keeping commission. he was set to graduate the academy in a few months, but that's all you really paid attention to before tuning out.

it wasn't long when you finally met, and you soon discovered you didn't mind him as much as you'd thought. well, that was until you took note of the clear lack of interest he held for you (for anything since you saw him, for that matter). he was aloof, never speaking more than a couple words before turning away and focusing on something else. with the boundaries clear alongside his lack of interest, you decided it wasn't worth the effort. your parents will just have to deal with it.

the next you heard of him was a few months later, the day after his graduation. apparently, he had enlisted into the cloud knights and was now part of their ranks.

your parents called it rebellious, you called it escaping his fate.

you don't see nor hear from him for a couple of years, instead finding out his achievements through gossipmongers and the occasional exaggerated tales you hear on your strolls. at least he's out there making a name for himself and doing what he loves, free and unshackled at the hands of fate.

he bumps into you when he's on patrol on the luofu, and at first he thinks it to be you trying to reach out again, only to be stumped at the uninterested — dare he say, annoyed — look you give him before stalking away in the opposite direction. but he shrugs it off thinking you had a bad day, returning to his duties in maintaining the peace of the luofu.

he runs into you again when you're out food shopping. it's a complete and utter coincidence you're both in the same place once more; you out on errands while he is on duty. oddly enough, he's doused in a wave of peace and content from just watching you from afar, the knowledge that he is capable of protecting you has him prouder than he'd like to admit.

that doesn't last for long, however, for you suddenly shift in place, your expression now more clear than it was earlier. jing yuan's heart stops then, plummeting into an abysmal pit as his eyes zero in on the new expression. your smile is far more beautiful than anything he could ever hope to imagine.

(in a trance, he wonders if you would ever direct that smile towards him.)

it's not until a little later he finds himself wondering about how you're faring, having half the mind to reach out through a letter before ultimately scrapping the idea. after all, he has to focus on his training, not over his arranged partner who probably doesn't even want him after that stunt he pulled all those years ago (he wouldn't either, if he were in your shoes).

and so he ignores the ache in his heart when he spots you from his peripherals. he ignores the urge to abandon his post and remove the bags from your grip and transfer them into his own. he ignores the desire to have a proper conversation with you, one that doesn't result in him being tongue-tied and you annoyed. he ignores the desperation surging through his nerves to hold your hand in front of everyone, wondering what your skin would feel like against his calloused palms.

he ignores it all, and he ignores it well.

so why is it now he finds himself breaking into a sprint after catching a glimpse of your side profile, ignoring the calls of his fellow knights in fear of losing you — the chance to finally speak to you and settle this once and for all because screw it. screw his hesitation, screw his yearning — screw it all!

when he finally reaches you he's at a loss, the words which once seemed so clear in his mind now fizzled out on the tip of his tongue. it's laughable, really, how he's praised for being quick-witted and yet he's reduced to nothing but a gaping mess in your presence. so he just stares at you with a heaving chest, your furrowed countenance making his heart stutter more than it really should.

it's not until you turn to leave that he panics, latching onto your wrist in a last-ditch attempt as a strangled "wait!" flies past his lips. you don't recoil from his touch, so he supposes that's a good thing, even if your glare is anything but that.

"i... i want to apologise for how we started off," he stutters, tripping over his words as he lays himself bare, exposing his heart for you to judge; for you to determine whether he is worthy enough to be by your side. there's so much more for him to say — so much more he wants, no, needs to get off his chest before you slip away yet again.

should he start off with how he could only speak a couple of words when you first met because he feared stumbling over his words and making a fool of himself? or should he say he wanted to build up his courage before facing you, and that part of his reasoning to join the knights was in hopes of finding that? (although it was a bit of a belated realisation, but no one's keeping track!) oh, or should he start off with—

"is that all you have to say?" your voice is smoother than he last remembers, though maybe it's the fact he's only ever heard you speak directly to him a couple of times, having heard your voice when on patrol more than he has face to face. if it weren't for you clearing your throat, jing yuan would have forgotten to answer.

he quickly snaps himself out of his trance, pushing down the embarrassed flush creeping up his neck. "if it's alright with you, would you..." he gulps in apprehension, chest constricting as he fumbles to regather his thoughts. he sucks in a breath and lifts his head to meet your gaze, revelling in your slightly widening eyes. "if it's alright with you, would you like to start over again?"

silence ripples between you after his words. can you hear his heart hammering behind his sternum? can you see his breaths quicken in anticipation? can you feel his hand become unbearably warm against the skin of your wrist?

oh god he hopes not.

but then your voice ceases his thoughts, your amused smile doing little to help his above mentioned symptoms. "i'm [name]. it's nice to meet you," your voice trails off a little, and he doesn't bother hiding the growing smile when he realises what you're doing.

and so he eagerly plays along, losing himself in the warmth you provide when you slip your hand into his.

"i am jing yuan. and... likewise, [name]."

(jing yuan decides the sensation of your skin against his calloused palms is unlike anything he's felt before. if he had to put it into words, he would say it's perfect.)

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anantaru · 1 year

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𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐘

tighnari loves whenever you settle on his lap while he‘s eagerly working on his research papers.

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୨୧ WARNINGS: .n.sfw, fem! reader, c.warming, making a mess, he‘s a lil tease as we all know by now

"t-tighnari."

you mewl out weakly, an absolute panting mess with a desiring flaming glare in your glassy eyes.

how long has it been since you've settled on his lap? bare and naked with only your shirt loosely hanging around your shoulders. Directly he had adjusted you over his tip, gathering himself into your sweet embrace.

tighnari wanted to feel it all. every brief kiss, momentary touch and each transient tap of your skin on his own. "it's too much." you push back against his chest but he kept you still without much power involved.

"what's the matter?" he sighs innocently while lowering his gaze to where your bodies connected. Damn him and his taunting nature, you've been stuffed of his cock for archon knows how long and he still did not move, one inch, not even now.

each rill could be perceived by your sensitive walls, the light curve of his manhood easily dug itself into a mushy place inside your cunt, nudging and prodding at the pulsating spots.

at the realization of the growing frustration dwindling inside and out of your quivering skin, he lightly parted his lips before swaddling one arm around your hips, tugging you to him.

he smells of earthy tones, flowers and clean clothes, mixed together with a sharpened musky scent that was weakly interlinked over his skin.

"do i need to teach you basic manners now? you can see i'm *still* occupied with my research."

you feel his slender hand dig into your disheveled, half opened shirt, delving your pussy more intensely against his stiffened member.

at this, he looks untouchable, fully in control of the situation the both of you had found yourself in. He's not innocent, you see a side of him no one else does and tighnari made sure to flash it out to its fullest extent.

to gather yourself close to him, you firmly sheathed your arms around his neck before speaking up, "I'll behave." a promise you should keep, "b-but please hurry up!" because who knows what he'll do if you mess it up once again and disturb his work.

"you promise?" his words came out in a silent tone, hazy and rolling off slowly, his warm breathing was coating your jawline before he playfully nibbled on the skin, his cloudy, darkened eyes closing for a fleeting second to indulge in your beauty.

"i pr-promise." you pressed your body onto him more as he could feel your breasts squeezed against his clothed chest, your erected nipples brushing over the rough materials when his tail shuddered at the sensual touch, setting his loins on fire.

a slight friction, just one, had you hiss back a silent moan as tighnari began to go back to his usual duty— trying to that is, lazily resting his head on your dampened neck and gathering his research papers with one hand while his other kept you still.

well, the predicament you found yourself in surely had you struggle when you delved your hands over his back, somehow trying to urge your boyfriend to touch you already.

the liquid fire in your veins poured through the entirety of your body as your stomach grew heavy with a deep knot in the pits of it all. There wasn't a possible way for you to stay calm or not move an inch when his tip was remotely hitting your shaking bundles like that, punctuated and forceful.

it becomes increasingly hard to keep playing his game, more so as you noticed your essence pooling out of your parted hole, slicking him up. You brushed away the bangs that loosely hung around his face, skimming through his hair as his ears lightly twitched at the mere, brief touch of you.

you're convulsing at the messy state, how sticky it had gotten in between your bodies made it far more difficult now to not voice anything at all. Your shallow breathing tickles the backside of his neck, coaxing out a broken hum with his tiny hairs sticking up.

"just a bit more." he's confident in his words, urging you to keep your cool, tighnari was barely faced by what was happening right now. Of course, you did not tell him that you couldn't wait any longer, who knows what he'll do if you decided to spit it out.

additionally, you now slightly lost the grab on yourself and your drenched hole was clenching down involuntarily, curling into him.

"a-ah wait." he suddenly spoke, breath hitching, his hand digging you back down before he could even finish his sentence, dropping his work for a short instance before averting his attention back to you. "f-fuck, don't do that."

it's a sound you didn't expect he'd make, not so fast at least. His brown greenish eyes were fixated on you now, the desperation in them difficult to ignore.

fuck, tighnari cursed himself underneath his warm, heavy breathing, the combination of your soaked pussy engulfing him and suddenly clamping down divulged new heights of awareness in his already extremely delicate senses.

"it wasn't on purpose." you panic, flinching a little when he retracted his body a bit further into the chair in which he accidentally bottomed out, completely catching you off guard.

eyes sprang open as your stuffed cunt ground down a little, mewling out crying as tighnari forcefully placed each hand on your hips to shush your movements.

but it was far more arduous now, impossible, you started pushing his boundaries with your small antics, shoving him towards the edge of pure bliss and he knows he shouldn't, he knows he should finish his work and make you a drooling, pathetic mess before he'd fuck your brains out.

the thrill of it was the worst, to see your breasts squished against him and your neutral body scent filling his nostrils, or how you clenched down at every breath he took, tensing down and letting go, tensing again, fluttering your hole on his girth with his ears twitching once more.

so gentle yet sweet, he dwindles back to suddenly capture your lips, pressing you close to taste your mouth. You're feeling glued to him, whimpering when he began to easily roll you back and forth. "fuck, y-you feel so good."

the admittance of it was all you craved to leave his throat, moaning into his lips as you let him use you, his dick soaked with your arousal and making it easy to slip in and out.

"tighnari-" your lips opened with a strangled moan, "i need you to fuck me."

in the first instance, tighnari went low, slow and featherlight, his work load since long forgotten, he could dedicate to it later, it was futile to force himself now since he wouldn't be fully there with his mind.

his hands were tightly holding onto your skin and eagerly squeezing the flesh in his palms, a smirk curving on the sides of his mouth, his dangerous glare had a desiring shadow surrounding them.

"now now?" peppering your jaw with tiny kisses, he continued, "you really want that?"

you held onto him before deciding to slightly raise your hips, signaling him in other ways than using words and adding onto the chorus of sweet euphoria. Plunging him into you, inch by inch, while noticing how much he too, was enjoying this right now.

with the way it was going, his member was thoroughly splatted with your white, sweet slick as you milked him dry, fat drops of his pre cum smearing down both on your hole and around your puffy folds, sticking together.

he was desperately pulling you up and down in an even pace, doing most the work and groaning when you sought after his lips again, languidly running your tongue over his mouth before capturing them in a starving manner.

tighnari was bottoming out of you like he's addicted and thirsty, in heat, rolling and hammering his cock into the mushy flesh, his moaning turning you giddy and hot when it ghosted over your sweat covered face.

"k-keep taking me like that." he's whimpering on you, almost commanding that he can become once he's especially riled up, "you're so warm."

he's painfully throbbing within your walls, the sloppy noises only eliciting the thick tension surrounding your soaked skin, rubbing his cock head into the deepest parts of your pussy.

at his words alone you could cum undone, the yearning expression on his eyes stuck to you, stretching you wide, his thoughts were truly messy and fucked out now, expressing no bounds.

not knowing what to do other than hold onto him for the life of you, you were chasing your hot climax building in your tightening stomach, pulsing on his cock while you embarrassingly moaned his name, bubbling out filthy words to show your gratitude and love.

"i'm so close- please." your thighs were straining, it hurt and you didn't know how long you could stay in that position, forcefully making tighnari look at you with your eyes bristling warm tears, splattering the wetness on both your lashes and cheeks.

"w-where do you want me?" he's jerking his hips up and using you as his personal cocksleeve, once, twice, endlessly as he panted through each of his words, "inside, c-cum inside please."

your sobbing turned messily, sniffing and crying out when he abruptly gathered newfound strength on your core, every slick noise releasing the tension in your heat.

he is relentless when he fucks you, when he claims and occupies your inner being, grazing over your delicate insides with his tip, his balls so tight and hard ready to be emptied, milked by your sloppy cunt.

He wanted to find himself deeper and split your thighs further apart, not that it was possible to somehow spread your legs more, you were already at your limit.

each thrust from downwards sent you spiraling, the ringing in your ears taking a hold of your thoughts, like a terrifying virus gnawing on its host, vibrating through your pulsing veins.

with the last couple of drags, you pressed your hips forward and squeezed hard, tighnari shuddered at your bold move and his body tensed at the tight euphoria he was experiencing once you climaxed on him.

his hips were violently stuttering, shallow breathing on your skin when you clamped down fully, crying out and moaning, your slick covering his entire length but he did not stop and fucked you through your intense orgasm, gifting you with overstimulation that had your vision switched to white.

something different, name it a carnal desire, soon awakened in him, in a fleeting moment, as he unraveled, the thick rope in his stomach abruptly snapping in two, messily spilling all his toe curling load into you.

tighnari was smiling against your shoulder and kept going, groaning through a clenched jaw, his hips stuttering and vibrating when he couldn't stop pumping his sticky cum in you, smearing it over your velvety insides when you whimpered and cried at the feeling of a warm sensation capturing you.

his tail was twitching and so were his ears, those two traits in particular always making sure to show you how much he had enjoyed this, how much glee he felt in greedily stuffing your precious cunt.

"aah- fuck." a whiny noise hit your ears, his words were breaking onto each other, "fuck- fuck!" he's sobbing uncontrollably, still pressing you down on his cock and you whimpered, you were so sensitive and shaky, your legs were all the more spent and tired out, feeling numb.

he came a lot, so much it wasn't able to fit all into you and it gradually dribbled out of your loosened hole, pooling down his emptied balls and drenching the cold, wooden floor.

it wasn't easy to articulate and form any sentences by how hard he had fucked you and made you climax as you were limply laying on him, breathing hard and resting your heavy head against his sweat glowing neck, letting his musky scent roam through you.

at this, none of you decides to speak, rather stay calm for a second and bath in your afterglow, seeking comfort in your body heat and recovering from the violent orgasm that felt like an electrified current falling down on you.

tighnari decided to speak first, "we made a mess." he smirks, letting out a half broken moan as he clumsily pulled out of you, his softening member laying limply on his stomach, somehow still pulsing and aching.

to add to the attempt in making you flustered, you barked back, "no, you made a mess." killing the empty space in between your faces you cradled him, peppering his cheeks, nose and his plump lips with soft, sloppy kisses.

the both of you laugh at each other breathlessly, stroking and caressing your tired bodies and spending the additional quality time you had gotten together now.

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winterrrnight · 1 month

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babe I just had the best idea for a rafe concept it pains me

Okay so imagine like reader is at work (somewhere idk where) and she just gets so overwhelmed but her and rafes relationship is still new so she doesn't call him because she doesn't wanna bother him....😭

I'm probably not the first person to think of this but it ON MY MINDDDD

literally dropped everything to write this!!!! this reader is way too me coded and I cannot :’) thank you so so much for the req vee 🥹💗 you asked for a concept… I wrote a fic…. :D I hope you like this vee <3

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PAIRING: soft!rafe cameron x gn!reader

SUMMARY: rafe wants you to be able to rely on him for anything and everything.

WARNINGS: the reader is a preschool teacher and quite self dependent; lots of fluff; cute nicknames; lovesick rafe (my fav fr); minimal swearing

EDITH SPEAKS: this request speaks volumes to me 🥹 this is way too me coded, and I just had to write it, I hope you all like this! the ending is maybe a bit abrupt tho :( please like and reblog if you liked reading <3 feedback is always appreciated 🍹

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I should leave, I haven't yet, but when you smile, I just forget

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You can swear this day can't get any worse. You’ve been on your feet basically the entire day, always rushing from your students here to there. You love the little kiddos with your entire heart, but today, for some reason, they are being an extra pain in the ass. They aren’t as cooperative as you’d prefer; you don’t know what’s gotten into them, they are like little energy packets constantly running around.

Due to some teacher duties you aren’t even able to sit down for your lunch break, taking away the only 15 minutes you have to yourself. And it just gets progressively worse when you finally leave the school to go back to your place and your car has a slashed tire, and today had to be the day when you don’t have a spare tire in your trunk.

It’s been over 6 hours since you left your house this morning, and it’s just Tuesday, but it’s feeling like the longest, most excruciating week ever. You’re now leaning against your car door, letting out a deep exhale as you lean your head back, feeling a headache creep into your brain and pulse harshly. You’re tired, hungry, absolutely exhausted… and all you want are the warm hugs of your boyfriend.

Your boyfriend.

Rafe is quite a new addition in your life, both of you being together for a mere month. He’s been so loving to you, always protective and just genuinely taking great care of you.

You pull out your phone and find his contact, but before you can dial him, your thumb hovers over his name in sudden realization – he’s always at work at this time.

You begin to contemplate your initial decision of asking him to come here to help you out, and then ultimately decide against it, realizing he’s probably very busy at work, and would only be heavily distracted if you call him.

So, just like how you always do it, you decide to take matters into your own hands.

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It’s nearing 6 pm when you finally get to reach your place. You had to make calls to get yourself a mechanic to get your car fixed, who took his sweet sweet time to come to you. You’re now completely exhausted, wanting nothing more than just to plop on your bed and sleep till your heart desires. You can hear your stomach grumble since you never had the chance to eat the lunch you missed out on, but you make it a problem for later, deciding to just take a nap first.

As you drive into your driveway, you recognise Rafe’s black Range Rover already parked, with him standing next to it, leaning back against the hood of his car as he’s looking intently at his phone. As he catches the sound of your car driving, he instantly looks up, watching your car enter the driveway.

Before you can properly park and get out, Rafe rushes to you, opening the door for you.

“Oh my god where have you been?” He asks you, his voice laced with concern. “I tried calling you and texting you, you always come back home by late afternoon,”

You step out of the car and Rafe shuts the door, a hand quickly landing at the small of your back as you both walk to the porch of your house. He can see you’re really tired; droopy eyes, heavy steps, deep sighs; he knows something happened.

“Yeah my phone died,” you mutter as you unlock the main door of your house, both of you stepping inside. “I just… today was kind of a heavy day, nothing much honestly,” you shrug as you toss your keys in the dish and remove your coat and shoes.

“What happened?” Rafe asks, still really concerned for you as he watches you take off your cost and hang it on the coat rack. As you’re done, you face him with a small smile on your face.

“Nothing much, really,” you say softly, gently cupping his cheek with a hand and tenderly caressing his skin. “Don’t worry, yeah?” You mumble, taking your hand off his cheek as you make your way to the kitchen.

Rafe stays on your heels, following you and monitoring every single move of yours – your padding till the fridge, opening it, getting a bottle of water, unscrewing it and drinking from it.

“You look so exhausted, I can see it in your eyes,” he comments. “Your hair is all messy, your clothes are dirty; it’s clearly not nothing. Come on, tell me, what happened,”

His voice is stern, but not in an angry way; but in an apprehensive way. He moves his hand to your face, gently brushing your hair as he fixes some of the unruly strands.

As you finish drinking your water; drinking almost all of it in one go, you keep your bottle aside and let out a sigh, turning to look at him. “It was just one of those… heavy days, but it’s over now yeah? I’m now home,” you say softly.

“But just tell me what happened,” Rafe’s voice now drops to a whisper as he moves closer to you, continuing to weave his fingers through your hair.

You close your eyes for a moment, delving into the relaxing feeling of Rafe’s fingers softly combing through your hair, but also realizing he’s going to keep pressing for you to tell him what happened.

“The kids were a bit uncooperative today,” you say with a soft chuckle. “And then we have this event coming up at school, so I was busy for my entire lunch break preparing for it. And then my car had a flat tire and I didn’t have a spare so I had to get a mechanic, which took most of the time. But besides that, nothing much happened,” you say with a small shrug.

“Besides all that?” Rafe mutters incredulously. “That’s already a lot, baby, why didn’t you call me when you found out about your flat tire? I would’ve come; or sent someone to get you, we would’ve had lunch in my office, and I would have had someone take care of the tire and bring your car back too.” There’s a small frown on his face and he now holds your face in both his hands, gently skimming your cheeks with his thumbs.

You look up in his soft, baby blue eyes. “I did think of calling you but-”

“But?”

“But I thought…” you take a deep breath, your eye contact with him faltering. “you’ll be busy, and I didn’t want to be a burden to you, really, I was able to get it all fixed just fine,”

You can hear Rafe tsk; his tongue clicking against his teeth as he softly shakes his head. “I’m never busy for you okay? My work does not ever get more importance than you, okay? It never does, and it never will, especially when you’re in trouble and need help,”

He gently grips your chin and tips your head back just a bit, making you look at him. His eyes are softened, the blue even more warmer than usual.

“I know you prefer to do things on your own,” he whispers, “but you have to realise that you really don’t need to do each thing on your own, especially now that I’m around. I won’t mind, really, and besides, I would love to show everyone off at work that I am the boyfriend of the most beautiful person on this damn planet yeah?”

You can’t help but chuckle softly at his words as you keep looking in his eyes.

“So, promise me, next time you need any sorts of help, want me to do something for you, or just want me to be there, you don’t think twice about calling me up okay?” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He can see the reluctancy in your eyes, but you eventually give in and nod.

“Okay, promise,” you murmur, smiling as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. He gladly hugs you back, snuggling his face in your neck as he gently rubs your back.

“So…” you speak up, and he hums back in response, both of you still hugging.

“I’ll take up on that offer right now. I’ll go and shower, and you make something for me to eat yeah?”

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calisources · 2 months

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𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒.

All sentences on these meme make references to royal balls, medieval ballrooms or regency, basically set during any period drama. You can change names, pronouns, titles and more as you see fit. Most of these were taken from different source materials found via google search. This meme makes references to masquerades, royal dances and partners.

Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.

Dance is the timeless interpretation of life.

Music does not need language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Masks reveal. They don’t conceal. Masks reveal your cravings, your passion, your deepest most secret desires.

It was you. I know it was you.

Look at me, Kia! Look me in the eye and tell me you’re not her.

And who shall you be once you don your grand disguise?

I don't like to hear you talk about yourself that way. Your scars do not define you, young lady. Your action do.

All the ladies must dress the same and the men have to find their partners. It’s a game of sorts.

Even the smallfolk have their own version of the ball, at the steps of the castle.

Swoon, Dora. Every young woman deserves to swoon over the love of her life.

Dash it, Everton, how'd you know it was me?

A masquerade could have been a beautiful dance.

Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.

Each finds a partner, and upon the bell, we must change partner until we find the one we came to be. . .or the one we desire.

It has been a while since you gave me the honor to dance with you.

If the princess is not too occupied, I would wish for a dance, perhaps?

The Queen and King have to open the ball but the King is gone. No mind, I shall be in his place.

Sometimes in life confusion tends to arise and only dialogue of dance seems to make sense.

If we want our men to dance, we have to inspire them.

But with something more, something bigger, something that will give them a reason to want to dance.

But when balls are held for pleasure, They're the balls that I like best.

Will you be my princess for the Ball?

Keeping pushing, Andrei, and you and I are going to play a game.

Nothing like a ball to cheer a nation, give the old lords wine and the young boys the opportunity to find a nice woman and everyone shows up.

Where are you taking me? The ball hasn’t ended.

Royals is like a beautiful, broken angel: hard to look at, but utterly impossible to turn away from.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

How many dances is one allowed before people begin to whisper?

You cannot behave like a brute. It is my duty to dance with every suitor. I am their princess.

I do not recognize you, my lord? Are you from these lands?

It is bad luck to steal a princess.

Attend the royal ball in all your glory and find out what fate has in store for you.

There is nothing quite like dancing in the moonlight. It sets your soul on fire and your heart aflutter.

The beauty of a ball is not just in its grandeur, but in the connections it sparks, the emotions it stirs, and the hopes it ignites.

Just keep your eyes on me. No one else here matters.

I shall keep dancing with you until you stop being stubborn and go speak with me. Or you rather have people whisper?

The princess looks beautiful tonight, does she not?

Father, please, you must dance as well. Your dull looks are making people bored.

You promised me a dance when you were better. Are you?

I've loved you at every dance, on every walk, every time we've been together and every time we've been apart.

I can feel people's eyes on me.

Every time I walk into a ballroom, I know they are comparing me to Daphne.

You both get to choose your passions and adventures, while my beloved is chosen by me. And now I must join them for a dance.

Are you planning on running away when the clock strikes midnight?

If you do wish to go away, I know a spot, secluded enough.

You wish for me to go with you, alone, unchaperoned. I am a maiden, my lord.

Aye, but I am no lord, sweet maiden. And these masks allow us some privacy.

This is my last chance to find a match on my own accord. If I don’t. The King will do it for me and I would rather not.

I'm only a girl, not a princess.

Believe me - they're all looking at you.

They're all looking at you.

You are requested and required to present yourself to your king.

I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit But, if it does--will you take me as I am?

It would be an insult to take you to the palace dressed in these old rags.

How charming, how perfectly charming.

When I go back, they will try to pair me off with a lady of their choosing. I'm expected to marry for advantage.

Oh. Well, whose advantage would this marriage be of?

I hope you don't find our kingdom too confining.

I am. An apprentice monarch. Still learning my trade.

Our prince seems quite taken with her.

She went straight for him. You have to appreciate her efficiency.

Walk into the room knowing you are the best. Shoulders back, chin up. Their attitudes will totally change.

You dance love, and you dance joy, and you dance dreams.

The ball is about to come to an end, and you have yet not told me your name.

I thought we agreed we would remain strangers.

I’m afraid my true identity would put you in danger.

Have you ever been kissed by a stranger at the end of a ball? If not, let me be the first.

Put him on all the invitation lists, he's a divine dancer.

I’m afraid I’m more used to swordfight than ballroom.

You will ruin your pretty gown, princess. I would not wish to step on your toes.

Silly, I am a great dancer, no one ever steps on my toes.

No. Let them dance. Interrupting would cause a scandal.

One of these men will be my husband one day. What a thought.

The art of husband seeking at it’s peak, during royal ball season.

Maiden beware, a gentleman can become a beast when the bell strikes.

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love-toxin · 3 months

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hyrule spice <3 (rauru, byrne, tauro, link)

(general cws: graphic smut, fem/afab pronouns, breeding, knotting, hylian/zonai relations, pet names/name calling, dirty talk, degradation, squirting, fingering, overstim, bondage, unprotected sex, rough sex)

rauru of hyrule

Rauru never falters, never hesitates. He wants you and you're his. There's no fighting it--there simply can't be any doubt that you have his love.

But as the king of Hyrule, he has a duty to fulfill. Marriage, family, continuance of the royal bloodline...you understand, don't you? Even as a Hylian, you must. As a man and a Zonai, he has needs.

One of those needs, especially when faced with a pretty Hylian like yourself, is to breed.

"Ah, ah, ah--ahnnnngh-!" Is it you now, is it him? Who even cares at this point, you're basically the same being by now; bodies intertwined and moving in unison, every shuffle dictated by Rauru's massive Zonaite body towering over yours. Both his furry, clawed hands rest over yours, palms dwarfing your tiny Hylian fingers as he plants his body firmly into every thrust. The thin, fuzzy layer of hair that protects his cock is now coated in your arousal, sticky and slick from the pounding you've taken so all that rings in your ears is a hefty plap plap plap from behind as you take his thrusts.

Rauru once apologized to you, when you met, about his "off-putting" appearance. His ears, his claws, his snout that makes it difficult to kiss, his fur and his tail...he doesn't apologize for it anymore. He knows now that he doesn't have to, not when he gives you treatment like this.

"Forward," He snarls into your ear, gone mad with the weight of his lust and the frenzy of his mid-month heat. His teeth could rip the flesh from your bones, yet even in this state he uses them only to pierce the sweetest of claiming bites into your throat and down your spine. "Bend...until you break."

He can't be satiated by thought alone. Nor even the touch of his own hands, or a concubine if he owned one. It can only be you. Only your soft, squishy flesh rubbing up against his fur, your hands pinned beneath his claws, and your womb pierced on the tip of his thick, knot-heavy cock that's just begging to lock itself within your cunt and never let go.

Those claws dig painfully into your back, yet it doesn't dissuade you, and he loves that. He loves that at the end of the day, you'll submit to your king as he forces you to the sheets and pins your hips under his, his knot swelling and swelling until he finally breaches that soft place and all becomes right with the world. Through the pain you still adore him, and through the pleasure even more so.

Now, it's just a matter of soothing your bruised, marked-up body with his voice and his doting touch, with kisses and whispers of love and promises of all the gorgeous gifts he's going to present to you, as a token of gratitude for allowing the first of the Zonai to mate with the first Hylian--and person--he's ever truly loved.

byrne the dueling spirit

One hundred years. One hundred years of hard labour, training, and agony. Loneliness and isolation and anger, fury building itself up and up and up until it boils, begging to be let out on anyone close enough to make a decent punching bag.

Byrne doesn't know love. Never has, never feels like he ever will--he only knows pain and weakness, the desire to grow stronger clawing at him like a ravenous dog. Maybe that's why he finally lets loose on you. You were within reach. Never said no, never gave him anything but a smile.

And you're regretting it now, he bets. Because you have a muscled, weighty beast of a man on top of you, and you can feel the way he's learning this kind of touch for the first time as well as you can see clouds in the sky.

Or could, if you didn't have your face forced into your pillow, back arched so deeply the sweat pools like a puddle in the dip of your back. And it shakes and spills with the creaking of your bedframe, your down mattress squealing for mercy as Byrne forces you down and bullies your pussy into submission.

"Shut up." He groans, as if his bandana hasn't been balled up and stuffed into your mouth to quiet your incessant noises. If he didn't like you, he wouldn't say anything. But he can't help but tease you...can't help but make you wish you'd never invited him back to your house in the first place. "....Useless bitch." He grumbles, the smirk on his face going unnoticed as your lust-numbed brain leaks out your ears. Your pussy's cute, but it won't let him go--and even when he tries, your body just sucks him back in like you can't go a minute without being fucked.

But it just gives him the chance to put that metal arm to good use. It isn't rubbing or pinching he uses to his advantage, but a cold, hard, wet slap against your clit that finally shocks you enough to let him go--just barely enough to slide out before you clench down on the tip, though, and your muscles won't loosen as if you've been made to have a vice grip most inconveniently. He's gotta go. "Can't stick around fucking you all day. Let go."

Pop. With a deep, clingy squelch, he's finally pulled free from your soaking wet, tight as hell abyss, contrary to your whines and squirmy wiggling that beg him sweetly for more. To stay.

You're pretty and all. He likes you, and he doesn't like anyone. But he can't stay....and you can't get too attached to him, or else you're just gonna end up heartbroken.

But, maybe...maybe he can spare you a little dignity and make you finish. He thinks as he slides his cockhead through your folds again, unaware of just how hard he's falling in love as he sinks back in.

tauro the scholar

Your scholar is a nightmare because he won't let anything just lie. He needs answers. Evidence. Scientific proof. He needs logic and deciphered clues to figure out life's greatest mysteries.

Hence why he's doing today's case study on your soft, cute, and sensitive little pussy.

"Subject-responds-to-stimuli-even-under-duress," He speaks softly as his free hand scribbles out his notes on the pad between his feet, his fingers on the other hand buried deep within your twitching, stretched pussy lips. The 'stimuli' being him, and 'duress'....well, emotional duress counts. Especially when you've orgasmed 8 times today. "I believe in you, baby." Tauro replies cheerfully to your fucked-out groans, a smile permanently etched on his lips as he curls his fingers deep into your cervix. "I can make you ejaculate today! We're almost there!"

Somehow the sterile language he likes to use--which would normally be a bit of a mood killer in bed--just doesn't faze you anymore with Tauro. He's a bit of a kook, a cute airhead with the kind of knowledge the Sheikah themselves would kill for. A sweet, silly man who likes to tease.

A man who isn't intimidated by the pulses of your pussy nor the jerk of your hips as the pressure pushes down on your bladder, who positions his face right up close between your legs despite you gasping out that you feel like you're gonna pee. Embarrassment is nothing to him.

"That's what it's supposed to feel like."

He growls with an eager grin, fucking your cunt even faster with those thick fingers that's toe-curling but not yet cusping on painful. The bristly hairs on his freshly-shaved chin rub your soaked skin as he leans in, laving his huge, hot tongue over your tortured clit that's been messed with like a hot button all day today.

It's only when your shaking hips and arched back come to a standstill that he's finally satisfied--drenched in your juices, his face glistening as he talks you through and urges you to "let it all out baby, give everything to me" until you're squirting just like he told you he'd make you do for him.

Rarely have you seen such satisfaction on his face upon finding the answer he was looking for. Each tremor comes as he eases more out of you, every gasp and spurt of fluid getting him more excited about the results. You drench him from head to lap and he couldn't be more ecstatic, licking every bit he can get off his fingers and his palm as he looks up at you through hooded eyes.

"Now..." He pants, hair slicked down and tongue lolling out of his mouth as he laps up the droplets sticking to your folds as you tremble. "...Let's see if you can do that again, hm?"

link the hero

Link needs very few, simple things in life to coexist with reality. Those are primarily food, warmth, sunshine...and sex.

Poor hero. All he needs is an orgasm or two to get him back into the fight when he's exhausted from his toils. That's not so much to ask for, right?

That's where you come in. Such a pretty thing--and such a nice girl to help him out when he's in need. Link can show up on your doorstep night or day, rain or shine, healthy or half-dead, and to see you let him in and give him a place to put his feet up makes him feel like he's in love.

And whatever ails him is sure to clear up with a dose of your sweet, slick pussy that he swears was moulded just for him.

"Ha...ha...hah, ah-!" Link huffs out as he comes to a close again, hips bucking violently from below as he lets those animal instincts run wild with you. He can't be stopped, hence why you have to use those handy Lynel-silver shackles to cuff him to your bed, all so he won't break free in the heat of the moment and start fucking you rabidly on the floor of your cottage. Not like that's ever happened before, and he accidentally traumatized your milkman when he came knocking on the door....

"D-Don't strain, Link..." You gasp, his cum flooding down your thighs from hours upon hours of rabid coming-home-from-battle sex. "You'll hurt yourself."

Link doesn't talk much as it is, but the wobbly grin and the rolling back of his eyes in his head serves well enough to say what he thinks about that sentiment. Don't care. Need to blow my load. That's what's written all over his expression, and you can't say you're much surprised...or disappointed.

"Fine," You sigh, swirling your hips in deep circles to slow his thrusts--and to remind him of how much he's at your mercy now, no matter how strong of a warrior he is out on the field of battle. Your chuckle causes his back to arch up off the bed, his wrists pulling hard at the cuffs while his heart nearly beats out of his chest. "Then be a good boy and cum already. I've got a mess to clean up."

Link growls, that feral growl that only comes out when he's really, desperately in need of release. He starts thrusting more violently, his hips barely meeting the mattress anymore as he chases that pleasure against your womb--against that blasted little wall that feels like heaven but constantly stops him from shooting ropes right into the source of that ecstasy he loves. Maybe one day.

For now, it only stops once you've had your cervix appropriately bruised, and he's made you slump over him in a panting, gasping mess as his seed flows out of you and into his sweaty lap. Maybe he doesn't need Hyrule, Hylia's blessing, or the Master Sword, or anything anymore.

Maybe all he needs in this world is you.

#king rauru #rauru totk #rauru x reader #byrne loz #byrne x reader #byrne spirit tracks #tauro #tauro totk #tauro x reader #link x reader #link loz #legend of zelda #spicy writing #ellie writes

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saint-siren · 11 months

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thoroughbred.

summary: You and Levi have been paired up. For what task? Propagating the species, of course.

warnings: nsfw (mdni), dubcon (not from anything Levi or Reader do, but because this is about state sanctioned breeding for repopulation, basically and those in authority are a little overzealous when it comes to making sure you're doing your part.)

contains: afab reader, breeding (duh), little plot, fingering, vaginal sex, voyeurism

author’s note: here, have the fruit of my ovulation horny mind. this will be multiple parts.

Restoration was a considerable effort. Many lives were lost in the war and those who remained were of considerable strength to have survived. They were of excellent stock, and in them lay the hope for the future.

It was agreed upon not to openly call it a breeding program, even if that was its more accurate title. Its official title was ‘The Propagation Project’, a far more tolerable name. You would be paired with a genetically suitable match, your cycle would be closely tracked and a few days out of the month would be set aside for you to…perform your duties. This was still a trial run, there were areas that would probably be improved in its second incarnation but mainly, everyone was just hoping something would come of it so that there could be a second incarnation.

Each pair would be paired until their prime childbearing years were over, all of their children being from each other. It was thought that this would reduce consanguinity. Matches were made based solely on the genes of each candidate, strong and agile with strong and agile, generally. Though, amongst those who were of the most desirable genes, there was some flexibility regarding personal preference. It was necessary to be more accommodating towards their whims, particularly the whims of those who would be doing the labor. Besides that, there were a few already established couples and it made sense to simply pair them if there was no drastic genetic incompatibility rather than risk contaminating the results and wasting the efforts of the candidates.

Your match was Levi Ackerman, your captain. You two were both of extremely desirable genes, though you hadn’t chosen each other, it was more that you felt more comfortable with him than any other candidate. When registering to be matched, they asked who you would hope to be matched with and you answered with Levi. He was just someone you knew you could trust and someone you knew you were attracted to. You hoped he felt the same as Levi hadn’t had any objections to the match. You wondered if he’d given your name when he was asked who he hoped his match would be.

You knew it didn’t really matter whether or not he was attracted to you, they had aphrodisiacs that would make him want you either way if need be. But you, like most everyone else involved in the project, didn’t want to just have sex because innovation allowed for such powerful drugs which made breeding like rabbits easier nor because you needed to propagate the species. You wanted there to at least be something there that wasn’t obligation. Something purely yours between yourself and the man who would father your children. You hoped that wasn’t asking too much.

So as to be sure you had done your duties, the first go around would be in a designated place, a building repurposed into a hotel of sorts. It was lovingly dubbed “the stable.” You and Levi had gone up to the room you were assigned, finding that an attendant would be waiting outside the door while you “consummated” as she put it. It seemed that losing a fertile day and wasting sperm could be punishable offenses with how strict they were. It had been explained to you that she would be checking the room afterward for fluids as proof as well as doing an inspection of you. With how desperately the population needed to bounce back and how much money was poured into the project you understood the fiscal implications behind their meticulousness but it all felt so sterile.

The room was plain looking and better than you’d thought it’d be, you’d half expected a pile of hay. A bed made with white sheets, nightstands, lamps hung on either side of the bed, a faded rug, thick curtains cutting off all but a sliver of the red afternoon light. On the right was the washroom. On the left nightstand, there were two blue vials of the aphrodisiac, also cursed with some deeply unfortunate name that you refused to recall.

“Should we…?” You asked nodding toward them, breaking the silence.

“You can if you think you need to, I’ll go without.”

His voice was low and every word went straight to your clouded little head. “No, I don’t need to.” You were bashful from the suddenness of your desire but it felt less like a job with the arousal already warming your body.

“May I?” He asked, brushing his fingers over the hem of your shirt. You nodded, not trusting yourself with words.

He pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it onto a chair by the window. He kissed the exposed skin of your neck down to your shoulder, his hand was cold as it ran up your back reaching for the clasp of your bra. You were practically shivering by the time you’d been made completely bare, Levi pushed you backwards onto the bed, earning a surprised yelp. He slipped his jacket off and crawled onto you, planting open mouthed kisses on your breasts before parting his pretty lips and taking your nipple into his mouth. His tongue swept over it, driving gasps from your mouth and making you squirm beneath him. Your fists balled in his shirt.

You could feel yourself becoming slick as he went on, hands caressing everywhere but your cunt. You pushed your hips up toward him, trying to gain more friction brushing against him and feeling his cock brush against your thigh. He hissed at the contact and pressed your hips flat down against the bed, putting an end to your writhing. You whined and although you would probably feel embarrassed for it later, you let a hand wander downward to touch yourself. Levi intercepted it and your other hand, holding it above your head.

You thought you’d done something wrong but then he slipped his other hand down your body to touch you through your panties, teasing you, making a wet spot on them. He palmed against your panties feeling them grow all the more obviously soaked, his fingers long and deft as you remembered from being grasped by them, pulled back from danger. You had begun to beg, forgetting all about the attendant outside who could most certainly hear you. “Please…” It was unbecoming behavior in front of your captain but that in and of itself was a bit appealing.

“You don’t have to beg me” He said in a hushed voice, finally pressing a chaste kiss to your lips. “I was just getting you ready.” He slipped your panties over and slipped a finger through your lips right up to your clit. His breaths were heavier hotter once he felt you, slick as satin.

“Captain…” You said as he pulled back to strip your panties off, his gray eyes staring straight at your cunt, slipping a finger in and seeming amused by how much slick there already was.

“You’re going to call me captain even in a situation like this?” He laughed, a little meanly you thought.

You nearly pouted. “You’re my captain...” You answered, lamely.

He scoffed. “Don’t call me that, it reminds me of why we’re here. Call me by my name so that I can forget we’re breeding stock.”

He slipped a second finger in before you could respond, then a third, stretching you as he pistoned them in and out. You could have cried for the teasing way he missed just slightly missed every spot you need from him, just grazing against the part of you that would make you absolutely serenade the attendant outside. He’s being cruel on purpose, too. Every time he misses, brushes against a place inside that makes you shudder, he says “Here?” with the most earnest smile you’ve ever seen grace his lips.

Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out, sopping wet. He spread them apart to admire the way your sticky arousal webbed between his fingers. “You really like being teased like this?” It wasn’t really a question, he sounded as if in awe.

“You’re definitely ready now” He murmured. You could feel it, slick at your thighs and underneath you and dripping from Levi’s fingers. He slipped them into his mouth, a deep pink blush spreading across his skin.

“Then, you too. Take your clothes off, too” You croak.

He obliged, stripping down to his boxers which were soaked with his sticky precum that wet the fabric with ease each time he felt you squeeze around him. His cock slipped past your swollen folds as he slowly slid in, carefully. Your legs were atop Levi’s hard, muscled thighs as he split you open. A moan tore free from his lips as he bottomed out.

“Fuck” He gritted his teeth.

He was finally pressing against that spot that made you feel like steel in a forge. Your agonized moans filled the room, one would think he was torturing you. He was moving quite slowly, gently, rocking his hips against you. Your pussy swallows him and as he savors the feeling, he is struck utterly dumb and unable to speak. He makes sure to kiss your cervix with each stroke for even as his body is inundated with pleasure greater than any he’s ever known, he still hasn’t completely forgotten his purpose.

You cling to him, your hands clutching the firm flesh of his biceps as your nails dug into his skin, tracing the old scars left from this and that. All the sense in your body is utterly fried, you’re babbling like a drunken fool.

“Levi cum inside me, please, please.” You knew you needn’t beg but you desired it more than anything and you were nearly in tears with the urgency of your need.

“Be quiet” Levi nearly choked. “I– I’m close.”

“Cum inside me” You beg again. “Breed me.” You had obviously gone insane, he’d already told you to let him forget and you thought he’d cool off upon hearing your idiotic ramble. However, soon as the words left your mouth he immediately set a punishing pace. Each kiss of his cock inside you brought you closer, more reckless, a mess. Shaky moans freed from his lips.

“Th-there…! It’s okay, you can breed me, please, Levi” You begged breathlessly as you reached your end, pulsating around him as he continued to bury his cock inside you with astounding preciseness, mercilessly pounded into that sweet spot that prolonged your orgasm until you were tender and sensitive.

“Oh fuck.” Levi released with a tortured groan, rather dutifully not wasting a drop. Even as his cum began to seep out of you slightly, he pushed your legs back as far as possible and fucked it back in, stuffing as much as possible where it belongs.

It was a breathtaking feeling, him filling you with rope after rope of his cum, it seemed he came a lot for even after a few seconds he was still spilling. Your mouth was agape all the while, a string of saliva between your lips. He leaned to kiss you, all tongues, sloppy and lustful, each of you needing the other to hold onto. Each of you eating the moans from the other’s mouth, almost sounding melodic in a carnal sort of harmony.

You did not part from each other for quite some time until you heard a knock at the door. “Give us a minute” Levi called, brow furrowing in annoyance. He pulled out of you, slowly. He dressed quickly and then helped you into your clothing before opening the door to the smiling attendant.

“I apologize, was I interrupting?” She asked.

Yes, Levi wanted to say. “What do you want?”

“Have you consummated?” God, she was straightforward wasn’t she?

“Yes, we fucked.” But Levi was just as deadpan.

“Excellent. Now I’ll need to inspect you.” She was referring to you, you had forgotten it was coming. “If you’d please undress the bottom half for me.” She pulled on a latex glove. God, she meant…

“I’ll need to ensure that you have properly consummated” She continued, unflinchingly somehow, with the same smile.

“What the fuck?” Levi exclaimed what you were thinking.

You shimmied out of your panties and spread your legs slightly. She pushed them open wider and pressed you onto your stomach over the bed, gently. You turned to gawk at her, shocked. You hadn’t known what the inspection would entail but it was certainly not whatever this was.

Levi frowned, stepping in closer and grasping her arm. “Oi, what do you think you’re doing?” Your thoughts exactly.

“I’m examining her, it’s easier in this position. It’s necessary for confirmation or else, I can’t flag the two of you as having completed your task. Please, this will only take a moment.” She stuck a finger inside you suddenly making you gasp, she pushed it far as it could go and twisted it around as if swabbing before pulling it out. A long. stretching string of sticky cum followed, stuck to her finger. The woman admired it for a moment. Levi watched, aghast even as his cock throbbed in his trousers against his will. What was wrong with him? The sex had surely gone to his head if he was getting turned on watching this. He hated that his body contradicted him, particularly now that it was contradicting the disgust he felt at learning the extent to which they’d go in order to ensure you’d done your ‘duty’.

“Very good, you two. I apologize for the inconvenience, it won’t need to continue on now that we have certainty.” You stood back up, pulling your trousers back on. “You two are free to continue until about eight.” She took her leave.

“Are you alright?” He asked, something was still stirring from the scene and it felt dishonest to you to ask something like that knowing what was on his mind. The way you avoided his gaze made him feel a tinge of guilt but he knew he deserved it.

“Yes, it was just…embarrassing. I didn’t know it’d be like that but I might’ve guessed, this is the stable after all.”

“Don’t remind me” He answered. “You can shower first, you’ve earned that much.”

You didn’t argue. You got into the near scalding water and tried not to think about having been bent over like that, inspected for the evidence of his cum before your captain. Let alone the fact that you had just fucked him. It was all too much to bear, maybe it wouldn’t have been if you hadn’t liked it so much, if even bent over before him, you hadn’t felt some glimmer of arousal spark back up. You were wrong when you thought the first time would be the hardest, it would be the second, having to see him again knowing you begged him to breed you, knowing you were practically fingered in front of a man who used to make you do drills. In the bathroom, luckily, there were changes of clothes and bags for the soiled ones. You knew you were taking your sweet time by military standards but you were stalling so that you didn’t have to look at him, he who had returned to being just your captain by now.

When you came out, Levi was sitting in the chair near the window, eyes closed and his expression weary. Had the day taken as much out of him as it had you?

“Goodnight, captain.” His eyes fluttered open, grey eyes fixing on you not with disgust but with vague curiosity for which you were relieved.

“Goodnight.” His voice was subdued, quiet. He did not stand and enter the washroom immediately as you thought he might, he seemed lost in thought. You supposed you would be too, when you were alone.

He was still sitting there bathed in the blue of early evening when you closed the door behind you, his face turned toward the window. In the light of the hallway, you could see a light blush dusted his cheeks.

#levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi thirsts #snk x reader #aot x reader

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oltammefru · 1 month

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To Theresa, Kal'tsit sort of represents the vastness and wonder of the world, the fact that she can do so much and be part of so much and yet not be tied down by it.

From the way Theresa writes this (in a really flowery and romantic sort of way), this seems like an aspect of Kal'tsit which she greatly envies, how Kal'tsit has done so much and seen so much and is still unfettered. Perhaps it was only a dream of hers that she would never get to experience, but I get the impression that deep down she wanted to be able to witness the vastness of the world and see all the sights of the world that Kal'tsit had told her about, and have the same sort of freedom that Kal'tsit had, and she specifically wanted to do it "alongside you (Kal'tsit)."

Meanwhile, Kal'tsit is in some sense a deeply lonely person. She feels that she has no place that she can call home, and she feels that she has "none of the same kind."

I get the impression that Kal'tsit is similarly sort of envious of what Theresa has, that she has a place to call home, that she has close ties and responsibilities to the people of Kazdel, and she has a family that she is close to.

For Theresa, I sort of interpret that much of the ties and connection to her home she had was a sort of burden for her. Perhaps not necessarily in the sense that she actively regretted having all these things that tied her down, but more in the sense that, given her personality and ideals, they would ultimately and inevitably lead to her death. The Black Crown and the entire weight of Sarkaz history that comes with it (for which it is implied that eventually the crown will cause its holder to become overtaken by like the collective anger of previous Sarkaz). This, combined with her duties and her desire to avoid as much death as possible, led her to decide to pass the crown onto "not a Sarkaz" Amiya and face her death with a smile, in order to bring about peace.

For Kal'tsit and Theresa, both of them saw what they desired in each other, but ultimately, Theresa's life ended in tragedy, and as much as both of them tried to provide to the other what they wanted, neither of them really got what they wanted in the end. (Except for brief glimpses of it through the other. Perhaps that would have to be enough.) Theresa, although her goals were to unite Kazdel and furthermore all the other nations of Terra under one banner, and to see what the rest of the world was like, she was never able to experience a life outside of Kazdel. Similarly, although Theresa had tried to provide a place for Kal'tsit that she could call home, she never really thought of Kazdel or Rhodes Island or anywhere else as a place she could call home after Theresa's death (although this is sort of changing with the way the current story is going.)

One of the things about this that intrigues me the most is that the Kal'tsit/Theresa dynamic is a sort of reversal of how the Sarkaz are often framed in story!:

It's mentioned in quite few places that Kal'tsit has "special feelings" for the Sarkaz. There's quite a few reasons for why this is, a major one has to do with how the Sarkaz are often framed as "rootless people"; their homeland has been destroyed over and over, many of them have been forced to leave Kazdel, and because of this she feels a sense of kinship with the Sarkaz, because she has a similar sort of rootlessness.

The way that a Walk in the Dust seems to frame it, in some ways, the Sarkaz still have it better than Kal'tsit does. One of the ways in which AWITD examines its theme of "homeland" is that basically every character interrogates the concept of one's home or homeland in some way, and what it means to them. Old Isin is searching for the lost glory of his homeland, everywhere the Emperor's Blade stands is the dominion of Ursus, the Sarkaz mercenaries think of Kazdel as they die, the Duke thinks of his motherland Ursus as he dies etc. In explicit contrast to all of this is Kal'tsit, who has no place she calls home at all. The way AWITD frames it, the Sarkaz mercenaries may have never been to Kazdel, but they still have somewhere they consider home. Kazdel might be a "nation of rootless people", but it is still a physically existing, (mostly) extant nation, and it still has people to belong to it and consider it their home, but Kal'tsit, she has nothing, nothing at all.

In contrast to Kal'tsit, Theresa defies the concept of Sarkaz rootlessness. What ultimately caused her death was that she was too weighed down by her ties to the Sarkaz and the weight of thousands of years of Sarkaz history burdening her down. No matter how much she might have wanted to run away and see the world, or how much she daydreamed about otherwise, there was nothing else she could do but face her end at the hands of her own people with a smile.

#arknights #kal'tsit #kal'tsit arknights #theresa #theresa arknights #couldn't find a good place to note this in the post but i'll also say #kazdel has been destroyed thousands and thousands of times #mostly by outside invading forces #but in contrast to all this #her own brother.#theresa's death was at the hands of someone very very close to her

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rosenyras · 1 year

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Serpents Tongue

Aegon II x Velaryon ( Strong ) Female Reader

Summary: Growing up, you and Aegon were as far as strangers. Six years later - you and your uncle both grown - he took his chance to tease you at the infamous family dinner, not expecting you to match his energy and granting him a night he would not soon forget.

Notes: This is a repost since the first time it basically got taken down ahahah fun.

When talks of a complete family dinner at the request of your grandsire had originally occurred, you had wanted it finished with as soon as it had begun. You often forgot your place as Princess Rhaenyra’s only daughter, so as your proclaimed duties arose, you knew you had to follow the expectations set upon you. As you took your seat - the furthest besides Baela - you had hoped for a quiet night; you couldn’t have been more wrong.

As the meal went on, speeches emerging from the King and peace offerings being spoken by your mother, everyone soon fell into their own harmonious routine. Chats transpired between you and your brother, Lucerys not wanting you to to feel somewhat alone being trapped between two newly betrothed couples. Your mother and Daemon struck conversation when noticing you weaved your way back inside your own shell, they knew your sociality was quite limited in these situations. And then came the matter of your uncle, Aegon.

Quite frankly, you had originally planned to altogether ignore your mother’s siblings. Heleana was admittedly a sweet girl, but conversations never flowed naturally between the two of you; you and Aemond had been somewhat friends as children, until the fight your brothers enacted occurred with the loss of his eye; and Aegon - years prior, you and him lucidly acted as if the other did not exist. It wasn’t out of spite or a hidden hatred, it was simply due to the fact that you and him had nothing in common, and therefore not a single discussion was warranted between the two of you.

So, to say shock was the first emotion coursing through your body when you saw Aegon approaching you was an understatement.

He was upon you in seconds, drinking from his chalice as he leaned on the table in front of you, arrogance seeping through every inch of his body and radiating off him in waves. At first, you wanted to test where his sudden interest had sparked from, but you knew you had to uphold the politeness that was expected from a Princess - as much as you wished to turn your head away from the Prince and continue with your rather delectable meal. It was only a couple seconds before Aegon spoke.

“Niece, I believe we’ve not had the chance to exchange words since your arrival in King’s Landing. Dare I say, you’ve gotten quite beautiful since last we met.”

You couldn’t help the smile that rose upon your face, not because of the compliment you had just received, but solely because you just figured out what your uncle so suddenly sought over. It was not about wanting to get to know you. No, as ever the Prince it was obvious he strived to get between your legs; the way he was glazing his eyes over your body attested to that.

You raised your own drink to your lips, deciding to play into his game, but not as he originally intended. You couldn’t help but leave your supposed manners along with your non existent royal demeanour. “Shame, I cannot say the same for you, Uncle.”

His laugh was surprisingly a serene tune amongst all the chatter surrounding you, you raised your eyes to his as he dared to lean forward ever so slightly. It was as if he desired the conversation be on a more personal level despite the ears that would no doubt listen in. “Well, we shall see if my head between your legs would change your view.”

You quickly turned your head towards the people closest, checking if they heard even a single word your Uncle had just uttered. You did not quite believe the gall Aegon had to speak so freely, and despite your mind protesting against every signal your body was sending, your face warmed with the implications Aegon was suggesting. You didn’t miss the smirk growing on his face as you turned to reply, “you would suggest such a thing with your wife sitting four seats down?”

He raised his eyebrow, tilting his head before replying. “Wife by duty, not choice. Now you, my dear niece, I would choose you every time. If you wish to be well satisfied, you know where to find me.”

And without waiting for a response, he sauntered back to his seat, as if that whole conversation was a sudden fever dream you had conjured in your brain. You noticed your mother giving you a peculiar glance in the corner of your eye, but you deigned not to look at her in fear of fainting on the spot right then and there. Instead, you chose to down your wine, leaning back in your seat and thinking of ways to divulge in a reprisal on your uncle - however slight it may be - for the overall nerve he had to confront you in the manner of a family dinner of all places.

Only minutes had passed between you leaving your chambers and knocking upon Aegon’s door. When the said man opened it, you revelled in the taken aback look that plastered his face for a prompt second before melting back into his usual conceited demeanour. “Well, what a surprise this is, Y/N. I did not expect you to take up my offer so quick-“

“If I may, Uncle, I would do you the favour of saving your talk for later. I would suggest bringing a cloak, you know how chilly it gets riding dragon back at night.”

You smirked before trailing off, releshing in the sound of rustling fabric and a door stridently shutting. It was only seconds before your uncle matched your steps beside you, he did no more than rest a hand upon your arm, to more than likely attempt to slow you down. “Um, niece, if you wish to murder me tonight, I would remind you that this is a very unwise plan-”

“Do I look in the killing mood, Uncle?” You batted your eyelashes up at him, playing at the damsel in distress he thought you to be the first time he laid eyes upon you after six years apart. You did not miss the way his eyes roved over your face and settled upon your lips, but you brushed that realisation off quickly. “You said I could come to you to be satisfied. Well, I wish to be satisfied in my objective of riding my dragon alongside yours. Are you denying your own words?”

He let his hand drift back to his side, smirking slightly as he admired you silently. Maybe he had underestimated Rhaenyra Targaryen’s daughter. “In that matter, lead the way.”

And lead the way you did. By the time you had taken flight, your large dragon drifting along in the wind with Sunfyre and Aegon by your side, you had to admit, this was the first time in a long while you had felt truly untethered from all your responsibilities. Nothing save for an unlikely companion and the strong air keeping you company on a supposed cold and dismal night.

It was not long until you spotted the bottom of a hillside you had been destined to reach tonight, you had visited this place only once before, but you had committed the journey to memory, knowing that the cave that lay within had a beautiful sight you missed sorely. You motioned your dragon to land on the jutting rocky ground, knowing Aegon would soon realise and follow.

Once you and Aegon had safely landed next to the hidden getaway, you spoke to your dragon with a hand upon the side of his face. “Henujagon īlva. Return naejot nyke isse iā hour.” Leave us. Return to me in an hour.

Your dragon blinked in recognition and immediately took flight, the strong gusts of wind protruding from his wings ruffling your loose hair even more so than it was from the ride. You turned to see Aegon finish speaking with his dragon, and Sunfyre quickly followed suit. Their silhouettes turned shadows in the night, and then it was just you and Aegon.

You motioned your head to the side and spoke as you walked, “come, there is something I wish to show you.”

“If it’s a hired assassin hiding amongst the shadows, I would kindly remind you my mother would not take so kindly to my death-”

You stopped just before the cave entrance, turning on the spot to stare silently at him. You did not realise how close you had become, the distance between the two of you barely inches apart. You tried not to let him notice the blush arising on your face by replying instead. “Uncle, I do not wish you dead. War would be quite tedious and I would rather not face the wrath of my own mother knowing I caused it. Now, do you trust me enough to follow me inside?”

Aegon had been looking you deep in the eye, but as he came to realise you had stopped speaking, he licked his lips while a calm smile appeared on his face before responding, “I would be glad to see what it is you wish to show me.”

You nodded, your own grin cascading on your face before you once again led the way. At first, there was nothing but rocky walls, loose stones ringing out in echoes as you and Aegon walked along the dusty ground. And then, you both saw it.

The thin entryway led into a wide area, and with it came the sound of rushing water racing to plod itself into a pool below. The waterfall was truly a beauteous sight to behold, the true crystalline water was one that shone in the moonlight as it sparkled with glimmering flickers. You gazed on in awe, having seen the sight only once before, you did nothing to stop it from enrapturing you a second time. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

You did not see as Aegon swivelled to look at you, his eyes wandering over every feature upon your face as his mind turned to regard you in a different light. It was surely an adjustment to perceiving you away from the Red Keep, the place where he felt entrapped all his life. Here, he felt unconfined to every responsibility that lay upon him, and so in turn he briskly viewed you more than just his niece by blood. “Yes, yes it is.”

You twisted to look at your uncle, startled to find him studying you instead of the scene in front. You didn’t waste a second before moving forward with only one goal in mind; stripping your black riding coat, you were left in only your pants and boots. You knew Aegon wasn’t moving with the lack of sound emanating from behind you, so you turned your head to face your uncle, keeping the front of your naked torso hidden from him in a purposeful teasing manner. “Are you coming, uncle?”

You faced away from him, continuing to undress yourself and smiling with satisfaction as you heard his leathers thud to the floor. By the time you were situated inside the cold pool, Aegon was soon following suit. The bubbles that naturally conjured from the streaming water respectfully covered most of your top half, and you only turned back to Aegon once he was fully seated amongst the waters in front of you.

“Well, I did not wake this morning thinking I would end up in a hidden pool with Y/N Velaryon, but the Gods always seem to surprise me.”

You huffed a laugh, moving your hands in the water to create a rippling effect. “In a positive way, I hope.”

Not standing the distance any longer, Aegon advanced to sit beside you, his arm resting alongside the rock behind. You did not look him in the eye, the tension was almost palpable that you did not wish to thicken it by connecting eyesight. But he seemed to read your mind exactly anyhow, “look me in the eye and see if you find any proof that I do not wish to be here right now, by your side.”

You reluctantly lifted your eyes, the piercing blue of his emitting a longing and some sense of lust - but you more than likely figured that out due to him observing your face as if it was some desert he wished to take his time and pleasure with. When you didn’t deign him a reply, Aegon grew more bold, moving ever so closer as he rested a hand upon your cheek. “Tell me right now that you did not lead me here so I could fuck you senseless. You’re easier to read than you may think, niece.”

Your breath hitched, your heart racing as desire flooded every sense in your body. The sensual bubble that you and Aegon had created was growing more and more passionate; you didn’t even realise how rapidly it was heightening either. You managed to maintain eye contact, but you could deny your instincts no longer as you flickered to look upon his lips one last time. “And if I said yes?”

Not a second was wasted before Aegon placed his lips upon yours. A silence rang out momentarily in your ears as he somehow continued to kiss you both heatedly and softly; you could feel every strand of want pulsating within his body and it somehow coincided harmoniously with how his lips delicately moved with yours, his tongue gaining victory as he explored your mouth as if he wanted to pick you apart piece by piece.

His hand moved down from where it had tangled its way in your hair to your breast, squeezing it softly as his thumb circled your nipple ever so slightly. When he spoke, his breath was hitched in a soft whisper compared to the hammering of the water beside you. “Nyke knew ēdan naejot emagon ao skori nyke ēlī ilagontan laesi b�� ao, niece.” I knew I had to have you when I first laid eyes upon you, niece.

You had just managed to part your lips from Aegon’s as you whined, “uncle, kostilus. Nyke aōhon naejot gūrogon.” Uncle, please. I’m yours to take.

Aegon smirked as he briskly manoeuvred your body to sit atop his lap, you brushed ever so slightly against his hard length and your core ached with the want to be filled to the brim. Once you were settled, his hands snaked their way around to your ass, squeezing as he steered his right hand to your cunt. His finger hovered over your entrance so hollowly, the water dragging every moment out with prolonged laggardness.

“You should be careful what you ask for, sweet niece.” And he plunged a finger inside you.

Your moans were silenced by the rushing water, but that didn’t stop you from wanting more and more. Aegon returned his lips to yours as he took the hints your body was yearning for and quickly added a second finger, a third close behind. All the while his thumb circled languid motions on your clit. You could say what you liked about the Prince, but his knowledge on pleasuring a woman was something to acclaim.

You were just on the height of your pleasure, ready to cum before he removed his hand, licking at whatever remnants the water didn’t already remove. You were just starting to curse him out before he moved his lips to your ear, the sudden closeness creating a new layer of sensuality. His breath had goosebumps ensuing down your spine. “When you cum, it will be on my cock. I want you stuffed with my seed before the night ends.”

You didn’t get a chance to catch your skipped breath before your uncle had aligned his cock with your entrance and slammed you down. You had never before felt so full, the speechless Aegon was invoking from you was a sight that seemed to amuse him. He lay his forehead against yours, your breaths mingling as you moved ever so marginally. His hands splayed against your hips, helping you with every deliberate and hard thrust. His breath picked up as his hips couldn’t help but pick up speed as time went on, his desire becoming more and more apparent.

The sound of skin slapping soon coincided with the water, the once almost silent cave now coming alight with a multitude of sounds.

“You’re the woman I’ve always dreamed of,” how Aegon was speaking so coherently seemed lost in your mind, but an even deeper adoration settled over your bones as every word he spoke was a deep husk of lost solemnity. “You’re mine. I will fill this pretty cunt with my seed day and night.”

You moaned at his words, your orgasm building with every thrust Aegon was inflicting on you. It wasn’t long before your insides seemed to explode, your pleasure flaring through every sense of your body. Your walls were contracting and yet Aegon was now moving at such a nimble pace, racing after his pleasure. Even at the height of yours, you managed to place your lips upon his once more before whispering, “I want you to fuck me again and again until your cum is leaking out of me. Please, Aegon.”

And that seemed to break him. He let out a guttural moan as you felt him release inside you, his hips stuttering in pace and slowing down while he opened his eyes from when he previously had them shut in rapture. He smirked as he beheld your worn out expression, he kissed you, his tongue darting out to lick once at your lips in a teasing manner.

“I told you to be careful what you ask for. Now I’m going to fuck you all night long until you’re begging for me to stop and you’re pregnant with my child.”

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the-hidden-empire · 3 months

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Thrawn NSFW alphabet:

18+ warnings: breeding kink, mating cycle

A/N: I know I’ve been gone for a hot minute, but guess who’s back🫠 decided to take a break from college (parents have no idea yet), so I have some more free time to write.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Quiet but loving. He’s a busy man so you don’t get to cuddle him often afterwards, but you’ll shower together before he goes back to attend his duties. You’ll also help him fix his uniform, always fixing his collar, to make sure there is no evidence of you’re sexual acts that take place between you both.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite body part on you is you’re eyes, there is something mesmerizing about them. Those eyes could trap any man or woman in his opinion. That seductive look you give him, drives him crazy. He’s ready to bed you there and then.

His favourite part of himself is his hands, he loves how petite you look while he holds you in them. They are strong and rough, so he loves the feeling of you’re soft delicate ones in his.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Doesn’t enjoy messes, he’s a very neat man. So creampie all the way for him. He not so secretly wants to see his seed taking inside of you as a result of his actions. He loves the risk, and the idea of impregnating you. But something in him desires to fill you to the brim with his seeds.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Again not so secret not so secret to you, he wants to impregnate you, he enjoys the idea of you’re body growing to accommodate his child. The idea of you’re breast growing swollen as a result. Knowing he’ll constantly have to satisfy you’re sexual cravings as you’re child grows in your womb and you’re hormones become untameable.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He has some experience, but he definitely knows what he’s doing. He also knows you’re body better than you do. So once you’ve slept with him, he’ll constantly mapping you’re body out in his mind for next time, because yes there will be a next time. He is sure of it.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Any position where he’s on top and in control. He is power hungry in the bedroom. He also doesn’t mind you riding him on occasion as long as he has some kind of control, such as holding you’re hips and helping you move/ momentum.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Definitely not the humours type in general, let alone in the bedroom. But every now and then he’ll let out a comment that one would consider as dry humour. Or will occasionally smirk at a comment you make. But he takes his sexual activity with you serious.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

When he came out of exile, he was not well groomed. He became very well groomed as he became a member of the empire.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Surprisingly intimate. You are his top priority, his better half. He likes to imagine that you both become one, during sexual intercourse. He enjoys maintaining eye contact during sex. Holding your hips, while drawing small circles on your hips lightly. But is still in charge and on the rough side with his thrust. But he’ll make you feel special with the words he spews from his mouth as he loses control of his senses, his body will take over as if on auto pilot mode and will encourage you along passionately.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

When he is away from you, he may on occasion. But it’s only because he can’t focus with you on his mind. He’d much rather the actual act though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Definitely has a breeding kink, and a lactation kink. Seeing you’re breast create vital nutrients for his child to survive and feed off does something to him. Especially when they are swollen leak through you’re clothing.

He also enjoys taking you on his desk while he’s fully clothed in his white uniform, it gives a power trip that he lowkey enjoys. Reminds him what he’s fighting for, and the power he holds within the empire. And how he’d do anything to protect you and his native people.

He definitely enjoys dominating you, he loves seeing you obeying his commands.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

His office, or his room. Has to be somewhere private. He doesn’t like to be interrupted. And he’s unwilling to let anyone else see you in such a intimate situations (or you’re body, it’s for his eyes only)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Seeing you take control/ taking matters into you’re own hands. Or when you help him dissect a piece of artwork.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Sharing, he defiantly would not share you under any circumstances. You are his prize, and his prize alone. No one else’s.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Quite enjoys receiving, especially with the things you’re mouth can do. Can be greedy, but will gladly give back in return. He knows how to use his tongue well.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Rough for sure, he has a lot of weight on his shoulders and it helps him relieve his frustration and anger. But he definitely is sensual. He enjoys the sensuality, it helps with you’re bond.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

As grand admiral, he doesn’t get a lot of free time. So quickies happen more often than not. But he makes sure to leave you full satisfied.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He enjoys the risk of fucking you while he is on a hologram with others. He enjoys the risk/challenge of keeping you quiet while he burrows himself in you. He knows he won’t get caught, but still enjoys the thrill of getting caught. Even though he says he states he doesn’t want to get caught.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

This man has incredible stamina, much more than any normal human. He will last longer than you, but he’ll hold you while he continues to impale you with his cock. He recognizes that humans don’t have the stamina that Chiss have, so he’ll warn you before hand that it will be a lot for you to handle. But you enjoy the challenge, and he enjoys seeing you collapse from exhaustion, as be rubs you’re back and encourages you to continue and take him. He enjoys watching you struggle with it, makes him laugh silently. You definitely are meant to be his.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I can’t see him being into toys, but I can for see him being open to any idea that’s not going to hurt you. Maybe some bondage.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a tease even when he is not trying. But he knows exactly what makes you’re body react. He also knows what to say. He gets amused ,seeing you’re reactions, so he enjoys being a tease. He won’t admit it though.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He’s not a very loud man in general, which means he carries the quietness into the bedroom. But he makes lots of low grunts and moans, can get breathy, and he’ll whisper dirty notions into you’re ear as he completely destroys you’re insides.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Chiss definitely have a mating season/ cycle. Male Chiss testosterone hits a high once every few cycles. So those periods he will go into a phase of extreme sexual desires. Only you can satisfy him during those days. He usually spends the day rutting into you. He makes himself scarce during this time, as he spends his cycle mating you. It can be hard on you, he even warns you before hand that it won’t be easy. But you enjoy the challenge.

Also when something goes wrong/ bothers him, he’ll use sex as a means to release pent up anger. During those times he’s less soft, but very dominant. He’ll vent to you as he rearranges you’re insides. only allowing you to see him like this, and no one else. He does not want his crew or adversaries to see him distraught. He uses you’re body as a tool as a coping mechanism for him. You’ll hold him after, and comfort him. Don’t forget he’s going to be more harsh than usual.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Very large, Chiss men have larger penises than most species. It takes you a while to get used to it, you’re body still struggles to take it though to this day. He understood right away that he was going to have to be careful as not to hurt you. It takes a lot of waiting and patience on his part. He knows he can’t just move away right away. But he didn’t realize that actual size difference between you both till that moment. He has to start off slowly, as it can become very difficult for you to handle.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High! But he is very much cool and collected at all times. Others would never know how much sex you both have had, its quite impressive. Most men would be envious if they knew how much sex Thrawn has with you. Even as he ages, his sex drive definitely doesn’t slow down. He just becomes more experienced with time

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

If you are both going to bed for the night than he will likely sleep right away, due to his early morning schedules. But sometimes he’ll stay up and finish work while you dose off with him keeping an eye on you while he works. He’s not much of a sleeper.

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Kinktober Day 23 - Breeding/Fancy Dress (Din Djarin)

mhi ba'juri verde

Mand'alor!Din Djarin x f!reader

Word Count: 1k

Summary: After Din is crowned Mand'alor, you make good on your promise to fulfill the rest of your vows.

Warnings: Breeding, p in v unprotected, gratuitous sappiness, throne sex, mando'a, this is basically what it says on the tin. I mostly wanted an excuse to think about what a Mandalorian gown would look like.

inspired by the Kinktober 2023 prompt list by @absurdthirst.

also on ao3

When his guards have cleared everyone out of the throne room, Din remains seated. His elbows rest on his thigh guards, and his helmet rests in his gloved hands.

You climb the steps and kneel before your Mand’alor.

He looks up and groans. “Not you, too.”

“Can you blame me, Mand’alor?” you give him a sly smile. “I’ve been on my knees for you for far longer than anyone.”

He’s exhausted. The decorum and theatricalities... he understands. Manda’yaim is returning to strength, and putting on a formal ceremony for the first Mandalorian on the throne in far too long was a smart political play.

He hates that he has to think about smart political plays.

But he looks down at you, in a truly impressive display of craftsmanship, and thinks there are some perks.

You smooth out the skirts of the gown, which is woven in and around your armor. It’s the green of your hal’cabur and the silver of his, with embroidery like liquid beskar. Some of the layers of fabric are actually coated in near-molten beskar and hardened into plates. It’s draped in thin beskar chains. No expense spared—though the decorative pieces will be remelted and used for foundlings, as is The Way.

“You look radiant,” he says. “Let me see you, cyare.”

You lift off your helmet. No one will be able to enter the throne room, not with it sealed and the guards posted outside.

Din takes his off as well and leans back on the throne. “Come here,” he says.

You climb the stairs and go to kneel at his feet, but he tugs you into his lap. “I don’t think I’m allowed on the throne,” you say.

“I don’t think you’re allowed to defy your Mand’alor, either.”

You laugh, and he exaggerates a pout.

“Are you laughing at your king?”

“Oh, no, ner Mand’alor, I would never.”

At the affected simper in your voice, he grins. It’s contagious, and you grin back before it fades into a fond smile.

“You looked so strong and sure up there,” you say, straightening the fur-trimmed cloak on his shoulders. “Someone the people can place their trust in.”

“Don’t,” he says softly. He’s heard it all from you before, and while he’s inclined to believe you, as he would trust your opinion above all others, he’s still uncertain about his suitedness for the role.

“Din,” you murmur, placing a chaste kiss on his lips. “There’s no one I’d pledge myself to other than you. Not Bo, not Paz, not anyone. But my offer to run away with you still stands.”

He smiles. You both know neither would run away from duty, but he appreciates the sentiment.

“Should we attend this great celebration in your honor? Stop Fett from giving the kid too many sweets?”

“Mmm, just a moment. I’d like to do something else first.”

You narrow your eyes. “You know I’m fully armored under the dress, right? They did not build an easy access panel for you.”

“Well, then, they’ll be dismissed.”

You roll your eyes.

“Please, cyare?”

Your protests die as soon as he's spoken. His beautiful brown eyes look up at you with love and desire. But you make a show of groaning and getting up, tediously removing your dress, holsters, girth belt, and all the panels of your armor so you can open your flightsuit and step out, completely bare.

“No access panel, but I saved you the trouble of undergarments,” you said. “You’re going to help me put that all back on quickly when you’re done, right?”

He was leaning forward, an elbow on his knee, and chin rested on a fist. The smirk on his face told you he had enjoyed watching you perfunctorily strip down. When he finished looking you over, he leaned back again and extended an arm.

You took his hand and slid back over his thighs. “This seems unfair,” you say, originally intending to tease but then feeling it genuinely when you settled on the cold beskar.

“Just this morning, you were telling me how I get to ‘spoil myself’ now that I’m Mand’alor? I’m just taking your advice.” He reaches down and pulls his cock out.

You lean back a little, sulking that he didn't have to strip naked in a frigid room also. “Okay, but really, how is that fair?”

He rubs the head of his cock over your clit until you whine, and then pulls you down onto it. You gasp, unprepared for the stretch of him.

“Still worried about if it’s fair?”

You shake your head and moan as he helps you bounce with his hands on your hips.

“Hey,” you say breathlessly between kissing and nipping at his neck, soaking up all the noises he made. “You remember when I said I wanted to wait until all this was settled?”

His hips stutter, and he freezes. “Don’t tease, cyare.”

“I’m not, ner riduur. It's as settled as it will ever be. We have a lot to do for Manda’yaim, but it feels like the right time.”

His stare is intense, pupils blown dark, and he tightens his grip on your hips. “You’re sure?”

You lean in to kiss him. “Positive.”

He pulls you in, arms tight around your back, licking into your mouth with ferocity. He sets a rough pace, leaving you to cling on with your arms around his neck while he fucks up into your wet cunt. The sound echoes in the chamber, but it won’t occur to either of you that the guards could probably hear until much later.

“Last chance, cyare. You’re going to let me put a baby in you? You want more ad?”

“Please,” you cry, grinding down to hunt down your own release.

He’s never spilled inside you before, the two of you too careful, too aware of the danger around you. But Manda’yaim is stabilizing, her people returning. And though you both love Grogu, you’ve always known there was room in your heart for more children.

You cum when he fills you, the warmth and pulse of his cock intoxicating. You’re not sure how you’ll ever go back to a different way.

He whines when you stand up. “It’s not going to take if you let it drip down your thigh.”

“Guess you’ll have to try again later.”

He does, in fact, help you redress (though his wandering hands take much longer than if you had done it yourself).

Mando'a Translations (in order of appearance):

mhi ba'juri verde - we raise warriors Mand'alor - the ruler of the Mandalorians Manda'yaim - the planet Mandalore Hal'cabur - chest plate of Mandalorian armor Cyare - beloved ner - my (ex., ner Mand'alor is my Mand'alor/my King) riduur - spouse ad - children

#din djarin x reader #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x f!reader #mand'alor din djarin #tbh I'm not happy with this #it was more like a writing exercise than an actual story #but here we are #kinktober 2023

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Chiron Observations: Chiron in the Houses 🍄

Chiron is an asteroid named after the Centaur who taught Achilles, who used his own traumas to become a great teacher. Chiron is not the only place traumas can show up in a chart, but it does show up in places where trauma can be your biggest teacher if your work through it properly— those instances in your past that hurt you greatly that you can turn into your greatest strength. These traumas usually happen in early life.

Chiron in the Houses show us where your trauma shows up, more than exactly what the cause was or how it happened.

Note: you might also relate to the experiences of the house where the ruler of Chiron’s sign is. Ex. if you have Chiron in Aquarius, you will relate to whatever house Saturn is in.

1st: Being made to question who you are or who you want to be. Feeling uncomfortable or out of place physically. Feeling unwelcome in the world. The source of your basic physical needs being uncertain (food, shelter, water).

2nd: Trauma around revoking agency. Having possessions lost, stolen or broken. Issues with self-esteem. A lack of security, possible feelings of helplessness. Things challenging personal values.

3rd: Trauma surrounding miscommunication or being misunderstood. From community or siblings, or childhood traditions. Issues in grade school and with learning.

4th: Trauma from homelife, things that happen “behind closed doors”. Involving parents or ancestors, possibly generational trauma. Feeling unstable, unsafe, like you have no home to return to if things get rough, lacking stable support systems. Issues with the environment you grew up in (including home changes, political shifts where you lived that made things uncertain, etc)

5th: Issues surrounding forming a family or ability to marry. Parental disapproval of marriages. Trauma surrounding childbirth. Trauma around limiting self-expression and creativity. Restriction of fun or over-promotion of seriousness. Sexual performance issues.

6th: A sense of duty that denies the self (self care, identity, etc). Chronic health issues in the self or others. Longterm mental health issues that manifest physically. Trauma from the demands of work or school, or from the school/workplace peers.

7th: Issues with relating to people and forming relationships. Possibly a loner. Getting into relationships that repeatedly don’t work out. A sense of guilt or shame regarding how you perceive others vs yourself— dissonance between yourself and others.

8th: Trauma involving power dynamics and people exerting power over you. Being in debt. Possibility of depression or substance abuse.

9th: Trauma involving relocation and moving far from your childhood home (often to follow a career or education). Difference in belief systems, forced belief systems. Philosophical uncertainty and obsession over it. Trauma that causes interest in bigger pictures than most people at a young age. Feeling too perceptive, a wider world you’re trying to make sense of.

10th: Having an early start to your career, a career starting in childhood. Traumas that result in issues with authority and rebellions. Trauma that arises from early recognition of talents or lack thereof. Traumas that result in the desire to “make a name” for oneself and high ambition; to be the top or in charge.

11th: Being half-way in and half-way out of social groups. Difficulty finding or maintaining a community identity. Exclusion from a community, causing trauma, or vice versa. Having a community identity that raises conflict, controversy, or harm to the native.

12th: Issues that don’t feel like they were caused by a single traumatic instance, but instead feel like they’ve always been a part of you. Consistent depression, anxiety, and other mental issues that make the day-to-day difficult. The need to be secret about your life, or be secret about the struggles you’re facing. Trauma caused by reoccurring or consistent mental illness. Traumatizing hospitalizations. Trauma caused by institutes.

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#chiron #1st house chiron #2nd house chiron #3rd house chiron #4th house chiron #5th house chiron #6th house chiron #7th house chiron #8th house chiron #9th house chiron #10th house chiron #11th house chiron #12th house chiron #astronotes #astro notes #astroblr #astrology #traditional astrology #astro observations

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗔𝗪𝗞𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗦 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗜𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ awkward sex moments feat. itto : heizou : ayato x fem! reader

˖˚˳⊹ warnings: nsfw : crack

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗢

Bed shaking angrily while the headboard slammed multiple times against the wall behind it, echoes of lewd noises bouncing off the room. Your legs thrown lazily over Itto's shoulders as he recklessly pounded into your perfect little cunt he so very much desired. You were barely comprehending anything anymore, far too gone from the immense pleasure he inflicted on your body while chanting his name like a lost prayer.

You just needed a way to hold onto something for support, though you didn't actually mind getting wrecked like a rag doll every once in a while. Though from one moment to the other Itto had stopped moving completely. More so he was desperately trying to get away from you, basically pushing himself off the headboard as you had a complete dumbstruck expression painted across your face, for a moment thinking if you did something wrong or hurt him.

"Itto, are you okay?" you saw the distress and frustration in his eyes as you suddenly noticed where he was looking at, glancing over the headboard yourself, "My stupid horns got stuck into the stupid headboard, I can't get them stupid out please help me." YOU TRIED to take the situation seriously but broke completely down in tears from all the laughing he caused you, "OUCH! it hurts, help me!"

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

Your bodies were in sync, your hips giving Heizou enough space to fuck your brains out, and he did. One of his hands held onto your thigh to keep you in place while the other one was holding onto your neck, holding you in a light chokehold but without actually inflicting pain on you. He just couldn't understand how he got this horny today. Listen, you're always making him go crazy but today was feeling different. He was much more sensitive than usual, and his cock was so unbelievably hard and angry, knowing he won't hold out much longer and bury all his seed into you greedily.

The passion that went through Heizou's mind took over his body in an instant as he moved over in lightning speed towards your face to kiss you, literally lightning speed because the moment he did, a weird sound occurred to the both of you and it wasn't any weird moan or anything. More likely did it sound like someone bowling in a bowling alley and hitting a strike.

"Ouch! Heizou what the hell! You headbutted me!" you rubbed your hand against your forehead, a small red dot appearing right in the middle of it. "I‘m sorry I-" Heizou was at loss of words, for a brief second he couldn't comprehend a single thing and just looked at you like a lost puppy.

But how you rubbed your forehead while narrowing your brows to adjust to the pain he just started laughing at you, it was way too hilarious. The situation was only awkward if you made it one so you whined out laughingly at him while continuing to rub the red spot. Heizou quickly threw the blanket over your naked bodies and kissed your forehead all lovingly, whispering a soft - 'm sorry, got too excited - into your ear.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗧𝗢

It didn't happen often that Ayato would be home early, normally he'd always come home way too tired in the middle of the night at some random hour. But tonight was different, because he took off time just to see you! Lets face it, the both of you haven't seen each other in a while since he was busy with his duties and you had your own stuff coming up, in short, you couldn't wait to get your hands on each other.

Not even remembering how you got bend over so fast, it almost happened in a heartbeat. Ayato's hands both laid flat on your butt as he thrusted into you, balls slapping against your ass while you held onto the headboard for support. Your juices were coating him so fucking nicely as a soft white ring began to appear on his cock, which made him realize you were very much close, as he was.

Ayato picked up on pace in an instant, pushing your body against the mattress even further and fucking your brains out. You held onto the fresh bedsheets as you screamed his name so fucking desperately and ready to orgasm all over him when you heard him curse out in between hard breaths. "Ah." he pulled out instantly as you turned around, overly confused with what had happened as you watched your lover hold onto his thigh, "I got a cramp, shit."

You tried to hold back your emotions for a second but bursted out laughing regardless, hiding your mouth with your hand. "Stop laughing." he responded while breaking down laughing himself. "That really hurts, i'm being serious."

#heizou smut #itto smut #heizou x reader #ayato smut #itto x reader #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato smut #heizou x reader smut #genshin impact heizou x reader #genshin impact itto x reader #kamisato ayato x you #heizou x you #itto x you #ayato x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin smut

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anxiteyandsleep · 5 months

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Oh the fun I can have with this so. Human Rivendell gaurd - (us) male. Likes either Elrond/Elladan/lindir/glorfindel depending on who you like more BUT due to being human homophobia exists where we were raised. So opening about our feelings is a no no no. Basically a fic about confronting that and woowww happy ending

Okay so I do not know enough about Elladan and Glorfindel, at one point I did but my memory is shit so💀 I picked Elrond, though maybe I'll write something similar for Lindir later👀 Also did it more with the reader struggling with "i wish he was a girl" / internalized homophobia. This ends more with a promise of a future relationship

Hope you enjoy!

Lord Elrond was beautiful, the way his brown hair flowed down his back, his soft smile, his compassion for others. It was all so beautiful, (name) found himself admiring the elf regularly. When he was on night duty, his thoughts were filled with the brunette elf, his dreams plagued by fantasies of what they could be. If it wasn't for one problem - Elrond wasn't a woman.

(name) had no problem with others pursuing same sex relationships, there's never any judgement but... When it came to him, he felt as though it was wrong. Forbidden. Because where he was raised, it very much was. So (name) pushed his feelings down as much as possible, trying to ignore the warm feeling that built it's way up whenever Lord Elrond glanced his way

It was a dark, chilled night, (name) was keeping watch near Lord Elronds library. It was quite, nothing was happening so (name) allowed his thoughts to wander for a moment. Thinking back to the time he had been injured by an orc, the worried expression in Lord Elronds eyes as he approached, the way his warm, gentle hands tended to his bleeding leg, the soft elvish he whispered that (name) had no understanding of. That moment was when (name) realized he was falling in love and it made him feel sick

"(Name), good to see you. Taking the night watch again?" Lord Elronds voice cut through the memories, snapping (name) back to reality. Lord Elrond was leaving the library, book in hand. "I worry, humans should sleep during the night, not stay up standing in a hallway that does not need guarding" He hummed, stepping closer to the human guard, keen eyes looking him up and down. (name) couldn't bring himself to speak, a strange feeling overwhelming him. A mix of desire and shame bubbling inside of him.

"You're troubled, what is on your mind?" Elrond questioned with furrowed brows, gently resting his hand on (name)s shoulder and leading him back into the library for a private place to talk.

(name) had no idea what to say, men weren't supposed to talk like this, not about their feelings or what troubles them, at least not where he was raised. On top of that, how was he supposed to explain to his Lord that he was extremely conflicted about falling for him?

"It's nothing, my Lord Elrond, I'm just chilled. That is all" (name) lied and he knew it was painfully obvious. Elronds arched brow only confirmed his worries that Elrond saw right through it. However Elrond walked over to the tea tray and poured a cup, steam rising from the hot liquid. "It is a cold night, here, drink up"

(Name) took the cup from Elronds hand, feeling the warmth through his gloves. "Thank you, that is very kind" he whispered, softly blowing on the tea before taking a sip. It was delicious and did help his nerves, if only a little.

"now, what is truly troubling you?" Elrond questioned after a long silence, sitting down on a chair tucked away in the corner near a window, the moonlight flowing in and making him look all the more beautiful.

"i..." (name) started, struggling to find the right words. Lying again wouldn't work, Elrond will only see right through it and question again later on. "I'm sorry i....just wish you were different... I wish I could love someone else so it would be easier" (name) admitted, his voice barely above a whisper and cracking slightly as he struggled to hold back the tears threatened to spill from his eyes. He didn't dare look at Elrond, eyes glued to the floor beneath his feat

The silence from Elrond felt painfully long. Then a warm, gentle hand tilted (name)s chin up, forcing him to meet his gaze. "there is nothing wrong with how you love, Meleth nín." He reassured softly. "I understand that you were raised to think differently, but here there is no judgement for genuine love"

(name) tried to speak, muttering something to disagree but Elrond quietly shushed him. "I love you too, though if you are not ready to accept it, I will wait until you're ready." Elrond pressed a soft kiss to (name)s lips, it was tender and brief, a promise of what's to come later on. "Sleep, I will have someone else takeover for the night."

#lotr x reader #elrond x reader #male reader

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faioula16 · 2 years

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Alucard headcanons? But his S/O is human so they’re always awake at different times?? Please?? Cherry atop??

✿ The very moment Alucard crossed paths with you he recognized you IMMEDIATELY that you were meant to become his greatest weakness but also his greatest strength as well.

✿ Who could have ever imagined that his long-lost love's soul would have passed through centuries and come to be reborn as a human only to meet up with him once again in the most random way possible?

✿ Something deep inside you were able to recall a faded memory of him but it was rather blurry and unclear what exactly that was in the first place. Somehow you had a strong feeling that you knew him but couldn't remember who he actually was.

✿ So there you were standing paralyzed, in pure shock, not even realizing that you had shot your abusive stepfather in the head, making his lifeless body finally collapse to the ground.

✿ Soon after, his body started to rise with weak moves, your trembling hands that were still holding the gun aimed at the ghoul but before you were able to pull the trigger once again, a strong gunshot echoed through the cold night air and exterminated the monster for good.

✿ Well, unfortunately, it didn't take long for the police to come over. But thankfully Alucard explained the situation that he took orders from the Hellsing organization to take down any supernatural targets around the area. He avoided the details about your actions.

✿ Once things had finally calmed down Alucard turned his focus back to you and made you the offer to become his new partner and come with him to join the Hellsing organization. Since you had no job and not a person to rely on anymore, you accepted his offer and followed him without a second thought.

✿ Little did you know that you and Alucard would grow to be VERY close to each other. To the point, that you were an almost inseparable couple.

✿ Alucard is described as the most protective type when it comes to public cases but once you both get to be alone together he's the most affectioned and loving giant vampire you had the luck to have as his one and only S\O.

✿ He is very respectful as well when you demand time for yourself or to spend it with your friend Seras. (Yes Seras and you became best friends rather quickly and you cannot convince me otherwise).

✿ Since he's a vampire and you're just a human it is natural to have time differences. When you wake up to work on the day's duties, Alucard goes to rest since waking up in the middle of the day is rather exhaustive, to his option at least.

✿ But both of you came up with an idea that could satisfy your desire to keep each other company and spend time together.

✿ One month Alucard will have to spend time with you in the daytime and let you rest for the night while the next month the roles are reversed. You have to stay up all night, which allows you to go out on dates with him, spend time together down in his basement, or stroll to the mansion's gardens. In that case, Walter always allows you to take a break after lunch is served to take a little nap that gives you some extra energy.

✿ Everyone was more than surprised, especially Alucard after he explained to his master about your situation to be the one he lost so unfairly back to his human years, and Integra not only took you under Hellsing's family wing but also gave you a less dangerous job (as much as that's possible) as Walter's helper and your very own room near hers as well.

✿ That didn't mean you wouldn't have to learn how to defend yourself and the estate though. Your gun-using lessons became Alucard's responsibility most to his delight. While Walter has to teach you combat basics.

✿ And sometimes you get to come along with Alucard and Seras in missions. Integra is not worried because she knows very well that Alucard won't allow you to come in harm's way. Even if that means him becoming your literal shield and destroying everyone and anything that might want to hurt you. He lost you once, and he won't allow it to happen ever again.

#ifluff #romance #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #hellsing ultimate x reader #hellsing alucard x reader #hellsing ultimate alucard #hellsing ultimate #hellsing #alucard x you #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard #hellsing anime #alucard hellsing

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love-toxin · 3 months

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hyrule spice <3 (rauru, byrne, tauro, link)

rauru of hyrule

Rauru never falters, never hesitates. He wants you and you're his. There's no fighting it--there simply can't be any doubt that you have his love.

But as the king of Hyrule, he has a duty to fulfill. Marriage, family, continuance of the royal bloodline...you understand, don't you? Even as a Hylian, you must. As a man and a Zonai, he has needs.

One of those needs, especially when faced with a pretty Hylian like yourself, is to breed.

byrne the dueling spirit

Pop. With a deep, clingy squelch, he's finally pulled free from your soaking wet, tight as hell abyss, contrary to your whines and squirmy wiggling that beg him sweetly for more. To stay.

You're pretty and all. He likes you, and he doesn't like anyone. But he can't stay....and you can't get too attached to him, or else you're just gonna end up heartbroken.

tauro the scholar

Your scholar is a nightmare because he won't let anything just lie. He needs answers. Evidence. Scientific proof. He needs logic and deciphered clues to figure out life's greatest mysteries.

Hence why he's doing today's case study on your soft, cute, and sensitive little pussy.

"That's what it's supposed to feel like."

"Now..." He pants, hair slicked down and tongue lolling out of his mouth as he laps up the droplets sticking to your folds as you tremble. "...Let's see if you can do that again, hm?"

link the hero

Link needs very few, simple things in life to coexist with reality. Those are primarily food, warmth, sunshine...and sex.

Poor hero. All he needs is an orgasm or two to get him back into the fight when he's exhausted from his toils. That's not so much to ask for, right?

And whatever ails him is sure to clear up with a dose of your sweet, slick pussy that he swears was moulded just for him.

"D-Don't strain, Link..." You gasp, his cum flooding down your thighs from hours upon hours of rabid coming-home-from-battle sex. "You'll hurt yourself."

Maybe all he needs in this world is you.

#king rauru #rauru totk #rauru x reader #byrne loz #byrne x reader #byrne spirit tracks #tauro #tauro totk #tauro x reader #link x reader #link loz #legend of zelda #spicy writing #ellie writes

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