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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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museee do u have any nsfw aventurine hcs?? id love to see them ! 🥺

- 🦁 anon

hello dear !! I wrote 2.. 2? I think 2, LOL, but those were more specific (you can find them in my masterlist on my pinned post!), so I decided to do general nsfw headcanons for you :) <3

I hope that you will enjoy it! :) <3

reader: I've done both - female & male anatomy, but it is mostly gender neutral :)

cw/tw: nsfw - mdni!, mentions of collars, marking, thigh fucking & riding, mirror sex, praise & degrading, spanking, dry humping, oral, choking, bondage, cum control, edging & overstimulation, breeding, cockwarming, sensory play & blindfolds, office sex, nudes & tapes, pegging

dividers by @/saradika-graphics :)

• Aventurine • General NSFW Headcanons •

he likes soft & rough sex. Although, if he had to choose which one he prefers, it would be soft & romantic one. He likes to take his time with you, he enjoys the intimacy, passion, love and softness of it all ! It's his favorite thing - to sloppily thrust into you, gently pressing his hips into yours while watching your face, tenderly exploring your body with his fingertips or making out with you ! :3

big on making out !!!!!! he loves making out during sex !!!!! he will literally beg you to make out with him or ask you to kiss him. He just wants to have you as close as possible and as much of you as possible <3

he is a heavy switch. Being a dom or a sub is all good with him as long as both of you trust each other and feel comfortable. If you are a submissive, he wouldn't mind being dominant all the time and vice versa. However, he would like to be able to switch from time to time simply depending on his mood and desires at the moment :3

when it comes to his kinks, most of them are not too extreme. He enjoys collars. Either being collared by you or having you collared for him. That's only when there's mutual trust though, he would never participate in collaring with someone that he doesn't trust or care about. Which is also why he would find a very unique collar for you, perhaps even multiple so you can choose depending on your mood. They would all have something that is related to your own likings - favorite nickname, praise, degradation, your name even, color, certain accessories and additions :3

he loves marking ! Either you marking him or him marking you - it all goes. He prefers being marked on his chest, back, tummy, thighs & neck while he enjoys marking you anywhere that he can reach. Your whole body is just beautiful to him and he wants it all for himself :3 In case that marks can't really be seen on your body, then he would just enjoy only collaring you as a form of "marking", it would be more than enough for him :)

he also enjoys being tied up & tying up. Handcuffs, shibari, bows, ties, belts - anything that can serve a purpose for tying up is good to him :3

he likes cum control being done on him while he is tied up. He loves edging and he loves to be a good boy for you and show you how desperate he is while the two of you watch his cock leak precum & cum down slowly, all while he twitches and quivers. It's also the fact that he enjoys being vulnerable like that with you and letting you take control over him :3

however, if you have a cock yourself, he does enjoy doing cum control you as well. Seeing you all tied up while your cock is at full exposal for him and he gets to do anything he wants until he turns you into a little pathetic mess is truly a lovely treat for him <3 He likes to tease, gently licking the dripping cum down your cock all the way up to the tip of it but not letting you finish just yet.., only cleaning you up and edging you further <3

on the contrary, if you own a pussy, he still enjoys edging you & overstimulating you. His favorite is to tie you up for the bed, perhaps even tie your legs open for him while he gets do to whatever he'd like to do to you. Eat you our for hours while not letting you cum or maybe using only toys to edge you. If he is in a more dominant mood, he will use everything he can. Eat you out, then edge you with toys even further, then let you rest for a bit, then eat you out again until you almost cum.. and the circle continues :3

speaking of edging, he also likes to edge himself while he fucks you. He loves sliding his cock in and out of you slowly, letting it twitch and become even a bit painful as he uses you to edge himself. It's even better if you are the one ordering him how to fuck you and edge him like that :3

to finish it off, his favorite is to edge you and then overstimulate you. He also likes when you do that to him. Turning you from begging & pleading mess that is asking him to let you cum into a sniveling little overwhelmed mess that is telling him that they can't take it anymore is truly a beautiful sight for him. You can take one more for him, right?

cockwarming. that's it. cockwarm him or let him cockwarm you - he loves it <3

he loves giving oral. He loves receiving as well, but he prefers to please in that department. It's for his own pleasure too, he could quite literally (and he will) cum while eating you out or sucking your cock. It's simply too much for him to handle - the way your body reacts, the way you sound, the fact that he is the one that makes you feel that good. Enough for him to cum in his pants, really :3

bonus to the previous point: please pull his hair, he loves that... a lot

he is also a big fan of dry humping or simply grinding against each other until both of you cum from it. It's not necessary for him to have sex in order to enjoy and he thinks the neediness and desperation that a heavy makeout session combined with dry humping & grinding holds is quite attractive given that it makes both of you desperate and even more passionate since it's so limited movement & sensations wise :3

thigh riding & thigh fucking ! He loves to fuck your thighs and if he can get just a bit friction of your pussy or balls while he does it, he is going to lose his mind. He is fairly composed a lot of times, but something about thigh fucking makes him completely different than usual. He also loves to let you ride his thigh until you cum, perferably while having a collar on OR in front of a mirror. Also, he would let you fuck yourself between his thighs too, especially if he is punishing you or in a mood to tease you. You want to fuck his thighs..? Well then, make sure to jerk him off while doing it and no, you don't get to stop or take a break or you won't cum ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

speaking of thigh riding in front of a mirror which is also one of his favorites, he likes mirror sex in general ! He wants you to watch yourself while he fucks you, he wants you to see how pretty you are for him and he finds great pleasure in that <3 * bonus if you are filming it

prefers to praise, but he isn't opposed to degrading at all :3 However, when it comes to you doing it to him, he does have a much higher preference for being praised :)

he likes spanking. He isn't big on using whips or such tools, he prefers doing it with his own hand, especially if you are laying on his lap with your ass right in front of him, twitching and squirming while he plays with you <3 He doesn't mind being spanked himself, but he does get a little bit bratty when you do it :3

he likes choking as well & likes being choked :3 Nothing too harsh or rough, but just enough. It makes his brain dizzy and his neck is quite sensitive in general :3

blindfolds but especially during sensory play. He loves to play with ice, wax, feathers and such. His nipples are quite sensitive so anything sensory play related done to his nipples makes him cum almost instantly. However, when he does it to you, he enjoys exploring your body for hours while looking for your sensitive spots and mixing up all the possibilities to make you even needier and more aroused for him :3

breeding. In case that you have a pussy - it is not about pregnancy for him, if he was completely honest, he doesn't have a thing for pregnancy, but he does enjoy cumming inside of you as many times as he can. It doesn't matter if he fucks your cunt or your ass (depending on what you have and/or prefer) - he wants to breed you. There is something very intimate about it in his opinion and it makes him even more desperate to continue fucking you so he could fill you up as many times as he can :3

office sex. Please come to his office and cockwarm him. Or fuck him. Or let him fuck you. Anything really. He enjoys it quite a lot, especially when he is stressed out & something about possibly being caught makes him more than excited about it <3

he enjoys being put into his place which is why a lot of times he might push your buttons purposefully. He is a little bratty, but it's all for the purpose of you having your way with him because it does turn him on very much <3

he likes nudes & sex tapes (I mentioned this before, but I guess I'll say it again) :3

in case you don't own a cock, don't worry at all, he enjoys straps just as much. He might be hesitant about it at first, but he is quick to agree or even offer it himself. This goes hand in hand about his enjoyment in being handled by you - if you would handle him by pegging him until he can't think anymore, then please go on, he loves it and he would be the best boy you've ever had. He also likes sucking straps quite a lot, so just enjoy :3

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outofthiisworld · 4 months

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anonymous sent in: Green Lantern? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ Recommend romantic candidates for my muses and see their reaction!

[🧪💜] “GREEN LANTERN?!? Whaddyou mea— WHICH ONE?! There’s like—seven THOUSAND of those assholes! 3,600 sectors!!"

Doc had COUGHED, WHEEZED, and SPUTTERED at the mere mention of the intergalactic, peacekeeping corps. Enough to pique Ophelia's interest, surely:

"Ooh? What's wrong? You sound upset."

"WHAT'S WRONG?! Ophelia. They're [COPS]. That's whats wrong. I'm sure they got a whole DATABASE on our asses somewhere— either for being apart of ATLAS or blowing it up. Either way you shake it, we're technically wanted, intergalactic criminals— or did you forget?"

"Mm. Okey dokey. I like the one in the—"

"NO. no. I don't want to hear it. Not under this roof."

#👽 … ooc #🎤 … asks #🧪... ic #💜… ic #//THANK U ANON. obsessed with this #//a wonderful example of muse=/=mun cause i for one ADORE the gl's i think theyre neat :3c #//doc would 1000% not trust a single one. a cop is still a cop.#//which one does ophelia like? thats for me to know and you to never find out #//fun fact! doc & ophelia were originally dc fan characters back when i first made them!#//this was well before their lore went off the rails and i decided to make them their own thing and way before i decided to make this blog #//that.........happens.......with all of my fan characters tbh.........#//anyway. it was insanely self indulgent. i have the notes scribbled somewhere in a journal. they'll never see light of day.#//realizing this post could show up in gl tags/search. my apologies and carry on nothing to see here

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crowisinthetrash · 2 years

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Wait who are your main f/o's? I just wanna make sure

My main f/os are

Scaramouche (genshin impact)

Kaedehara Kazuha (Genshin impact)

Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa V3)

Yusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5)

Shikanoin Heizou (Genshin Impact)

Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland)

I hope this helps!

#i hate you but i love you | scara 💜#my muse. our masterpiece | y.k 🎨#the adventurer and the occultist | r.a 💚#the wind called for us to be together | k.h 🍁#solved the way to my heart | s.h 🔍#riddle’s little troublemaker | r.r ♡#f/o: scaramouche #f/o: kaedehara kazuha #f/o: rantaro amami #f/o: yusuke kitagwa #f/o: shikanoin heizou #f/o: riddle rosehearts #romantic f/o #crow's f/os #thank you for the ask!#anon !

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asheanon · 2 months

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☕🐌 Started off today with what I like to call a "divine story revelation," where, seemingly out of the blue, some puzzle pieces for one of my personal stories suddenly click together. 🧩 And it was Anthology of Anon related, which tends to be more on the rare side, nowadays, to boot!

It's something I could get a little tangential with, I think. So...! Tangent below the cut.~

This revelation references the whole ascendant memories thing. (Yes, I decided to roll with "ascendant" vs. ancestral - it sounds cooler, haha!)

To summarize, it suddenly dawned on me why it is that Sal ends up getting involved with a program known as "Violet." (It's a long story... I can explain it in another tangential post at a later date, if people want to know more.) In short, it's a program dedicated to the study of various forms of cognitive visualization, including dreams. I realized she wanted to finally understand (to the best of her ability, anyway) what was up with all those funky recurring dreams she'd been having for most of her life. It was via acquaintances made in that department that she was eventually introduced to the concept of ascendant memories in Ethereals.

✨ End revelation. ✨ However, this is a tangent, so I must get carried away...

I then proceeded to think about how many years she likely poured into putting the accuracy of those "dreams" to the test - which is to say: thinking about all the time that was taken to not only record those "dreams" to the best of her ability, but to also eventually track down/happen upon the supposed locations of some of them to discover whether or not they were really memories vs. dreams.

Sal has quite a few years under her belt... it's cool to think about how so many of them were actually rather active, even in the background, pursuing that kind of "research." AND it lends itself to the wayfaring lifestyle too. She has... so many reasons why she wanders... and that's one of them. I imagine even though she was able to discover that some of those dreams were, in fact, memories, that there are many she has yet to find too (excusing that particular one that is very much a heavy story beat, tied to Vance and whatnot, of course.)

All of that said, I don't talk about it much as it's something that is likely highly inaccessible to other characters, but it's always been an interesting tidbit to note about her: Sal has a journal (or many, by now) dedicated to recording dreams - full of notes and scribbles that will just come off as nonsensical and/or mysterious to any who may, by some ghost of a chance, get their hands on it/them. She may divulge information on ascendant memories with others who may somehow find a way to ask about them, but I'm not entirely sure she'd be all that open to sharing her ascendant memories, specifically, so... just a little something special for others to come across/hear about one day, should they ever come up or - the absolute rarity: she actually shows one of those journals!

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crvptidgf · 7 months

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Sharp Kisses

Mattheo Riddle x Reader (smut)

➸ summary: after begging Mattheo to mark you as his, he finally gives in

➸ warnings/notes: MAJOR TW & MDNI 18+, self-injury (ish), mentions of cutting & being cut, smut w/ little to no plot, p in v sex, heavy petting, oral (f! receiving), knifeplay?

➸ requested?: yes ↴ (i changed it up a bit in the fic)

- mattheo carves his name into reader’s upper thigh and one day she walks into his room and sees him coming out of the shower with her name cut on HIS ABS (requested by 💜 anon)

A/N: reader discretion is advised, i am not responsible for the media that you intake. i also do not condone any of the actions that are partaken in this, it is merely fiction. if you struggle with sh or self-destructive behaviors, please talk to someone. my inbox is always open!

word count: 1.2k

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GRABBING THE SHEETS harshly, your head was thrown back onto the pillows, breath uneven. There was a chance that your panting could be heard all the way down to the common room if it weren’t for the silencing charm put on the room.

Mattheo’s mouth was wrapped around you, his tongue flicking upwards, side-to-side, in circular motions. His movements were never-ending, not that you wanted him to stop. He pulled away momentarily, saliva connecting his mouth to your lips.

He only stared at you as he licked one long stripe upwards, collecting all your juices before diving back in. It wasn’t long before his soft hands began gripping the flesh of your thighs, practically suffocating himself between your legs. He picked up his pace, his moans reverberating into you as he reveled in your taste.

Your legs gave out, weakening under the feeling of your climax making it’s way up. Mattheo held onto you for dear life, supporting the weight of your limbs that rested on his shoulders. Once he was satisfied with the sight of you shaking under him, your hands pulling his head away from your sensitive area, he raised his head up.

He really never failed to pull your release from you.

You looked at him as you tried to catch your breath, trying not to pass out at the sight of his messed up hair and glistening chin. His lips were bright pink, the corners of them perking up upon making eye contact.

“You doing okay up there?” he mused as his breath fanned right over where he was previously buried.

“Mattheo,” you whined, “stop teasing.”

His hands rubbed soothing shapes into the back of your thighs which were hooked around his shoulder. Your pussy throbbed with every gust of air that hit you due to the quick breaths that Mattheo took. He continued to stare at you, not saying a word.

“You know,” you said, inhaling deeply as you tried to slow your heart rate, “it would be better if you used the knife on me.”

His breath fanned across your thighs as he sighed and pushed himself up, giving you a warning stare. “Love, we talked about this.”

“I know,” you practically groaned, “but can’t we try it. Just once? Maybe you’ll like it.”

Mattheo sat up fully now as he leaned over your face, his hands on either side of your head. He thought for a moment before he finally gave into your puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine. But if it’s too much, tell me to stop,” he said, his lips meeting your forehead in a hurried kiss.

The drawer beside your bed opened as he grabbed his wand, casting ‘Accio’ so he could get the dagger that you bought that rested on your desk across the room. You had been prepared for this, knowing that one day you would get to finally try out your fantasy.

Mattheo took a deep breath, asking if you were sure. Once he got a breathy ‘yes, please’ he began to slowly make work with you.

He knew how much you wanted this, and in all honesty so did he. What he was afraid of was doing too much, or causing you more pain than you could handle. He could never forgive himself if he out you in harms way.

Your breath hitched as the cold metal touched against your abdomen. It slowly travelled across your ribs, up your chest, and to your breasts. The tip of the knife touched the plump skin of your tit, and you shuddered with excitement as you closed your eyes.

“So good for me,” Mattheo whispered as he dragged the blade back down your body. He pushed it further than your pelvis, wanting to explore your thighs as he made his way down to your legs.

He pressed chaste, wet kisses along your inner thighs as he played with the blade a bit more, experimenting with how deep he could press it without causing any harm. Pulling it along your inner thigh, he added a slight pressure, causing a moan to ripple from your throat.

Now that he knew how much you enjoyed it, maybe he could get used to this.

“Mattheo,” you said, your moans mixing in with the call of his name. “Make me yours.”

He cocked his head to the side, confused. “But you are mine, baby.”

You lifted your head to look at him, lust filling every corner of your eyes.

“Write your name into me,” you breathed out.

Mattheo’s head shot up. He definitely did not expect to hear that. Of course, the thought aroused him more than it should’ve, but he was also nervous. You were putting a lot of trust into him and he didn’t want to break it. For you, though, he would do anything.

“Fuck,” he muttered through gritted teeth. This was way more erotic than he had imagined.

He slid the blunt edge of the dagger across your clit before bringing the tip to the other side of your thigh. “Okay,” he said, “but-“

“If it’s too much, i’ll tell you to stop,” you nodded, your head already falling back onto the pillows.

Mattheo kissed soft, quick kisses along your pussy, teasing you before diving straight in. His tongue was slow and meticulous, licking across the most sensitive parts of you which he knew like the back of his hand.

You felt the knife begin to slice through your skin - not enough to leave a scar, but enough that you would be marked up for a few days. The thought that only you and him would be able to see it send a strong pulse throughout your pussy.

Mattheo smiled into you, his eyes peeking to the side to make sure he wasn’t cutting too deep. He pulled away from you for a second to lick into your entrance before coming back up to suck on you.

The feeling of his lips wrapped around, combined with the sharp tip of the knife was sending you over the edge. You tried to guess what letter he was on now, but you couldn’t focus if you even tried.

Your mewls and pants were all that could be heard in the room. Mattheo looked up again, his hand curving so that he could make the ‘o’ at the end of his name.

His hand came to replace his mouth as he drew circles onto your sensitive nub.

Mattheo’s tongue swiped against the new cut, your blood coating his tongue as he licked it up. Your injury was starting to hurt a bit, but with Mattheo’s saliva entering the mix, it soothed the pain slightly.

It wasn’t long before your orgasm overtook you, and you were a mumbling, idiotic mess under him.

Shit, he should’ve just done this a long time ago.

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You were now bouncing up and down Mattheo’s length, his fingertips gripping into your hipbones as he held you in place, his hips coming up to meet with yours. He fucked up into you, his mind reeling with pleasure before an idea popped into his head.

It had been a week since the first used the knife on you, and he was curious.

“Cut your name into me,” he said, his breaths heavy as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes.

You rolled your head back, his demand causing you to feel a certain way that you had never felt before. He had never sounded hotter than he did right now.

“Where,” you gasped as his dick hit the perfect spot inside of you.

Mattheo’s hands gripped your hips as he grinded you on top of him now, halting your bouncy movements. “My abs. I know how much you love them, baby.”

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7ndipity · 9 months

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"Husband-y"

Taehyung x Reader

Summary: A cozy evening at home leads to talk of the future, and an important question.

Warnings: none

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this, I got so soft writing this omg! I'm finally starting to catch up on all the requests from last week, so they'll hopefully be going up in the next couple days💜

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Requests are open

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You don't know what you did to deserve Kim Taehyung.

Earlier, you had swore you were about to collapse from exhaustion as you dragged yourself home from work, slumping against the door to push it closed behind you, expecting to be greeted by the typical dark and quiet of your appartment.

What you had been met with, however, was the soothing mix of music drifting from the stereo in the living room and faint humming from the kitchen, accompanied by the warm, savory scent of cooking.

Curiously, you had crept down the hall and peeked around the doorway, grinning as your eyes landed on a familiar figure. Taking a moment to admire him as he worked before making your presence known, you noted the way his hair fell over his eyes as he leaned over, his nose scrunching up slightly as he tasted something before nodding to himself.

"Whatcha making?" He jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, turning to you with a massive grin.

"Ah, pasta, I think." He said, coming over a pressing quick kiss to your lips. "How was your day?"

"Better now. Is that my apron?" You asked, toying with the ties around his waist.

"Maybe, is that okay?"

"Yeah, just surprising, I'm not used to you cooking."

"I wanted to surprise you." He said, pressing another kiss to your temple before pulling away to check the pans on the stove. "Why don't you go wash up? This should be done soon."

"You sure you don't need any help?"

"I'm sure. This is my kitchen tonight, get out." He said with faux authority.

"Yes Sir." You played along, giving him a tiny salute before retreating to your room.

By the time you returned, he had everything set on the table, complete with candles for mood lighting. You couldn't wipe the amused grin off your face as you watched him milling back and forth, putting on the finish touches, refusing again to let you help.

"What?" He asked, noticing your eyes on him again.

"You're just being really cute." You said, propping your chin in your hand as you watched him.

"Am I now?" He grinned.

"Mhm, very house husband-y."

"Husband?" He raised a brow at you, making you start to backtrack before he chuckled.

"I think I like that." He mused, resuming his task, leaving you to fight back the faint, embarrassed heat in your cheeks.

Now, as you lay in bed, his head resting on you chest, sleep threatening to overtake you as you talked, you'd never felt more content.

"Thank you for tonight." You said, playing with his hair. "It was really nice."

"I'm glad, I like getting to look after you." He said, adding after a moment. "I liked what you said earlier too, about me feeling husband-y."

"Really?" You glanced down at him.

"Mhm, I wasnt sure if you thought about that kind of stuff." He said, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt.

"I think about it lot, actually." You admitted.

"Really?" It was his turn to ask.

"Yeah."

"What do you think about?" He asked.

"I dunno, lots of things... Sometimes I think about where we'd live. Like, I know we'd have to stay in Seoul most of the time, but I wondered if you'd want another place closer to your family, so we could visit them more, or somewhere totally different like New York or Paris where it's just us. Sometimes I think about if we'll have kids, and who they'd look more like." You chuckled. "Hopefully it's you... Tae?"

He'd grown so still, you'd wondered if he'd fallen asleep or if you'd said too much.

"Hold on." He rolled over, fumbling in the bedside drawer for a moment before turning back to you and balancing a small velvet box on you stomach.

You looked up at him in shock.

"It's not technically an engagement ring," he said softly. "But I wanted you to know that when the time comes, when we're ready, I want to take that step with you. I can't imagine my life without you."

You eyes welled over with tears as he took your hand, taking a steadying breath before he continued.

"I want everything you said and so much more. And if you'll have me, I would love to spend the rest of our lives together."

Your voice failed you, coming out as only a whisper as you nodded, tears streaming down your face. "Yes."

With shaking hands, he slipped the ring on your finger before pulling you close.

"I love you so much."

"I love you too."

You both fell asleep wrapped up in each other and the promise of forever.

#taehyung imagine #taehyung scenarios #taehyung fluff #taehyung drabble #taehyung oneshot #taehyung x y/n #taehyung x reader #bts one shot #bts drabble #bts fluff #bts requests #bts x y/n #bts x reader #bts imagines #7ndipity

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Stefan x reader - what I’ve done

Can i request a Stefan Salvatore one where he turned off his humanity and ur the only one who can make him turn it on - Anon💜

You weren’t in town when it happened, if you were you would never have let him turn it off.

Now you were everyone’s only hope of fixing what Klaus had done, but trying to find Stefan was a mission and a half, but you managed to track the pair down to a small town nearby.

Walking into the bar, you looked around before spotting them sitting without a care in the world as the sipped their drinks and drank blood from the poor unsuspecting bar tenders.

“I didn’t think you’d find us so fast.” Klaus mused.

“Let him go.” You warned.

Klaus turned to face you, a smirk on his lips as he swirled his drink around in his glass.

“What’ll you do?” He chuckled.

You didn’t reply, because truth be told, what would you do? You couldn’t do anything.

Stefan didn’t even bother to face you, and that stung. The man who looked at you with nothing but love and adoration, who held you on your worst nights.

He simply sat there, eyeing up some people in the corner of the room with malicious intent.

“Stefan…” you called softly.

This made him finally turn, and the look in his eyes made you shiver.

“Go home.” Was all he said.

Klaus chuckled to himself and got up, walking away.

You walked over to Stefan and stood in front of him, searching his eyes for any sign of the old him being there, but you couldn’t find anything.

Stefan didn’t say anything, but he met your gaze with his cold and uncaring one.

“Stefan… I know you’re in there…” you whispered.

“It’s pointless.” He mused.

You shook your head.

“It’s not, because I know you Stefan, I know you’re in there. The real you.”

“This is the real me (Y/N)! Why can’t you see that! This is what I am!” He snapped.

“It’s not! This is what klaus wants! He wants you to be like this! But this isn’t you!”

Stefan’s hand tightened around his glass that hard it shattered under his grip.

He quickly stood up, and you stumbled back a step, flinching just a little as he slammed his hand on to the counter.

Something in his expression changed for a second, you could have sworn you saw regret, but just as quickly as it came it went.

“Leave.” He said calmly.

“Stefan I’m not going to give up this easily, you know me better than that. I know I can bring you back, and I will. Because I love you, and I don’t want you building your a huge pile of regret that you’ll never be able to forget.”

You gave him a sweet smile and held out your hand to him.

“What?” He asked.

“Please? I’ll leave after.”

Stefan sighed and held out his hand to you.

Taking it, you reached into your pocket and pulled out the necklace he gave to you, a promise he would always be with you.

It was a promise that no matter what happened, where you guys went, Stefan would always find his way back to you.

“You need it more than I do.” You whispered.

Closing his fingers around it, you let his hand go and walked out of the bar.

Klaus was leaning against your car, a smirked on his face as he stood up straight.

“Given up?”

“Not a chance in hell. Let him go Klaus, I swear to god let him go now.”

“Hm. Let me think. No.”

You walked in front of him, when you were close enough you quickly pulled a stake from your pocket and shoved it into his chest.

Klaus roared in pain, but it soon turned into laughter as he pulled it out before it could have any effect.

“You’re dead.”

He pinned you to your car, hand around your throat as he tightened his grip.

“You know what?” He whispered, “I’m not going to kill you… I’m going to make Stefan do it…”

He called the other vampire and he came rushing out, standing right next to klaus as his eyes bore into you.

You knew this was stupid, you had no plans of actually doing any of this, but seeing the flicker of emotion from Stefan when he scared you, you knew it was your only chance.

You had to try this, the absolute last resort, you had to try while you still knew where they were.

Even if it didn’t work, you knew you tried.

“Kill her.”

Klaus dropped you, leaving you gasping for air as you fell to the floor, hitting your head.

Blood trickled down your face as you slowly looked up.

“What?” Stefan asked.

“Kill her. Now.”

Stefan didn’t do anything.

Klaus grabbed Stefan by the shoulders, eyes boring into his as he smirked to himself.

“Kill her, and make her suffer…”

With that, he walked away.

“She better be dead when I come back out!”

Stefan looked down at you, watching you slowly stand up, leaning heavily against your car.

Stefan slowly reached out, but he hesitated.

“Stefan please…” you whispered weakly.

He didn’t say anything, he simply grabbed you and tossed you across the parking lot.

The pain flooding through your body was intense, it hurt so much, tears spilled down your face.

You tried to sit up but you couldn’t, every time you moved a scream of pain ripped through you.

Stefan slowly stalked his way over to you, standing just a few feet away as he watched you struggle.

That’s when he saw it.

The bit of metal you had snapped off when you went flying into the air.

It was stuck straight through your stomach, blood dripping from the end.

But it didn’t make him hungry, it didn’t make him want to drink every single drop of blood flowing through your body.

It made him sick.

Stefan’s hand slowly came up to his mouth, covering it as he crouched down, eyes meeting your teary ones.

“Just kill me…” you chocked out, “please…”

Stefan moved closer and you held eye contact with him.

“Stefan… it.. it hurts… please… make it end…”

He knelt next to you, hand slowly reaching out to brush some hair from your face.

“It’s.. it’s not your fault…”

His eyes brimmed with tears, he pressed his hand to the side of your face.

“I.. oh god.. I’m so.. I’m so sorry…”

Stefan bit his wrist, and fed you his blood, then he looked at the metal sticking through you and looked back at you.

“This is going to hurt…”

He reached around you, holding your head to his chest as he gripped it from the other side and quickly ripped it out.

You screamed and he quickly held you tighter.

“Come on, come on…”

He quickly picked you up and rushed you to your cat, sticking you in the back seat he jumped in the drivers side and sped away.

He had to get you as far away as possible, so he drove and drove.

He kept looking at you in the rear view mirror, and when he saw you head dropping he panicked.

Pulling up to some sleazy looking motel he got a room and rushed you inside, laying his jacket on the bed before resting you in it.

He felt your pulse, it was weak, but it was there, though your skin was deathly cold.

“Come on…” he whispered.

He wasn’t going to turn you, he promised to never do that until you agreed.

Looking at you deathly pale form, he couldn’t help but cry.

He did this.

This was his fault.

And nothing could ever fix what he’d done to you.

He couldn’t do anything, so all he did was call an ambulance and sit with you until it was close, then he left.

He couldn’t stand to look at you, look at what he’d done to the woman he loved.

So he left, hoping and praying you would make it through the night

#the vampire diaries x reader #the vampire diaries imagine #the vampire diares imagine #the vampire diaries #stefan salvatore x reader #Stefan Salvatore x you #Stefan Salvatore imagine

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marthawrites · 8 months

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Would absolutely love Daemon + number 20 of the location-based smut prompts. Congrats on your followers, sweet Martha! Very well deserved. 💜

Hello secret anon (who isn't so secret hehehehe🤭) Thank you so much! This was a first AND a challenge. I hope I did your request justice!

A Day in the Life

Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem reader

Word count: 2.4k+

Location based smut prompts here with #20 being: while one muse drives, they describe what they want to do to the passenger who isn’t allowed to touch themselves.

Includes: Established relationship (Daemon and reader live together, nothing else is specified), slice of life, dry humping, dirty talk, daddy kink, implied impact play, implied roughness, implied vaginal sex

Note: Hello lovely reader! This is my first time writing modern Daemon as well as this type of scenario. I hope you like this naughty little slice of life with our rogue prince. As always, reader is nondescript ♥ Please, enjoy!

Dawn's shades of pink and orange filtered into the room through lazily drawn curtains. The play of softening shadows and whispering colors sent all of Daemon Targaryen’s features ablaze. Through your sleepy eyes he looked otherworldly. He hadn’t yet stirred awake, and it was the peacefulness of his body that drew you to him. What a shame to wake a slumbering dragon… but perhaps if you were gentle and quiet he might stay asleep.

Might.

While laying on your side, and beneath the covers, you delicately slung a leg over his waist. Carefully balancing your weight on your knees, your hands splayed over his bare chest as you leaned down to brush the tip of your nose against his. You kissed him. More of a graze of your mouth against his than anything else. Smirking to yourself at the feeling of his morning stiff cock beneath your center, you bit into the swell of his bottom lip.

No, you didn’t want to be gentle. You wanted him up and eager like you were. “I know you’re awake,” you whispered on his cheek before kissing along his jaw.

A rumble sounded somewhere deep in his chest. A groan, a laugh, you weren’t entirely sure, but its reverberation vibrated beneath your hands. “I am now, you little devil,” he said in a voice thick with sleep.

Music to your ears. "As soon as my eyes opened I saw you. And you know I can't resist you," you said. You flexed your thighs around Daemon’s middle and he sighed contentedly. He only wore sleep bottoms, and you only wore one of his shirts with your underwear beneath. Very little stood in the way of your bodies joining together. It'd be easy. So easy. A tug of his waistband, and a slide of your underwear, and you could be sinking down on each of his glorious inches until he met your body’s end. Your hips shimmied, slowly, on their own accord.

"Are you already wet, princess? Barely awake and already soaking for my cock…," he tsked as if hot blood didn't rush to the entirety of his manhood.

A second smirk played on your lips. Your fingers pushed through his short hair – a fresh cut – and you tugged. Lightly. "You only call me princess when I'm sucking you off or riding you into oblivion."

"You're grinding that wet little pussy all over me. I bet there's a damp spot on my pants right now." His hands squeezed your hips and he gladly guided you along. The lovely hue of his eyes locked on you – a shark smelling blood – and he swelled even harder beneath you.

While you were hoping for a little fun this morning, you weren't quite expecting this. You ached. The low muscles of your belly quivered in anticipation as he moved you to a rhythm he liked.

"Yeah… yeah, just like that. Grind that needy clit all over my cock," he whispered hotly. Just when breath started coming quicker to both of you, need turning into nothing short of primal lust, your phone on the headboard started ringing.

"You gotta be joking," you whined exasperatedly. Answering, it was one of your coworkers. Your eyes widened as she talked; whole mood shifting. "Oh shit–! Okay. Yeah, yeah. No, I completely spaced it. I'm so sorry. Be there asap."

"You truly are a devil for waking me up like this only to run away." A shadow of something darker flickered across his features. Yet, somehow, an air of arrogance and sarcasm managed to remain in the forefront of his expression.

"Desmond Manderly’s daughter needs her cake today. I could have sworn it was for tomorrow! I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you later, I promise," you said as you quickly rolled from atop him and began to get ready for the early, and long, day at the bakery.

Daemon did laugh at that. "Shrewd man. Hope you aren't too distracted today, kitten, otherwise you'll have some serious answering to do. Everything better be perfect for his little girl." The panic on your face was much too entertaining for him.

"Oh, God," you groaned. "I know! I'll see you later!" You kissed him goodbye with such chaste it made his cock ache all over again; how could someone be so quick and innocent with their affection after just grinding and teasing him to full attention? With the full intention of fucking him absolutely silly?

A succubus. Undoubtedly.

Between the cakes, frosting, fondant, and sugar decorations, there were three of you working on the Manderly girl's order. All of you had culinary school under your belts as well as dozens – maybe hundreds – of cake orders completed together. This was just another one. Nothing to get too worked up about. That's what you kept telling yourself, anyway.

It didn't help that your mind was elsewhere all morning. You had half a mind to lock yourself in the bathroom and rub one or two out to release some of the pent up tension you had in your body. It wouldn't be the same, though, and you knew that.

You wanted Daemon.

Fuck. You wanted him so bad.

A natural break happened between the timing of everything, and you actually were able to slip away into the bathroom for a few minutes without feeling guilty. You snapped a couple selfies to send him. Innocent. At first. It didn't take long, however, for your photos to grow more and more lewd with each press of the capture button. The final round of photos – the filthiest you dared to be in a bathroom at work – you sent with the message:

miss you, daddy

You hung out as long as you could before having to return. Daemon never sent anything back. In fact, it looked like he hadn't even read them yet. He must be busy, you thought, before exiting to return to the job at hand.

Enough time passed that the cakes were cooled enough to begin the decorating process before your phone dinged with a text message. You tried very hard to ignore it and continue working away, but as it went off a second time, and a third, all self-control flew out the window. “Be right back,” you said to one of your fellow bakers before stepping away from them to read your texts.

Judging by the timing and angle of the photos he sent back, he must have been in a meeting with his elder brother, Viserys, and other important people to the Targaryen business. His family was messy and you tried your best to stay out of the drama. The photo was taken with his right hand, and the angle captured his black slack covered thighs beneath the table, as well as his left hand atop the table. It was such an easy photo. Nothing, really, to someone who didn’t know your relationship. An accidental photo, perhaps. But, no. You knew Daemon all too well to know it was deliberate. You clenched. His message read:

Is Manderly’s cake suffering imperfections?

A blush instantly bloomed beneath your face. When you took a second look at the photo, you noticed the font of his pants were visibly tighter than what you could imagine was comfortable; the blush spread up to your ears. The rest of this fucking cake was going to be unbearable to make. You replied, with the eye emoji:

can't promise anything now

When you returned to the kitchen the other girls immediately knew something was up. The combination of your blush, twinkle in your eye, and restrained little smile did all the talking you wouldn’t. “Daemon is just being silly,” you told them. “He knows we can’t mess up on this and he’s being a horrible tease. I think he’s going to need the spanking tonight.” Giggles erupted and, surprisingly, the rest of the time didn’t go by as bad as you thought it might.

Finally, in the early afternoon hours, the cake was finished and you all breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not a single line was out of place. It could have been a professional photoshopped photograph!

Upon stepping outside you were greeted by the most wonderful surprise. There, parked on the side of the road waiting for you, was Daemon in his red Aston Martin DBS Superleggera. Of all his vehicles it was his favorite. And it was your favorite, too. His best car for his best girl. “If I knew you were picking me up I’d have at least freshened up before coming out,” you said, laughing, as he rolled the window down. Thankfully you took your apron off at the very least! But there were still traces of flour, frosting, and whatever else on places the apron didn’t cover.

There was a sly glimmer behind his eyes. “Get it, sugar, we’ll pick your car up later” he said with a tilt of his head.

Happily obliging, you got in and closed the door. He rolled the windows up before merging onto the road. Grinning, he seemed unbothered by the fact you switched the music from his to your favorite instead. “Did you like what I sent you earlier?” You asked sweetly.

A laugh rumbled in Daemon’s throat as his eyes slid from the road to you, lingering. “Very much so. What were you thinking about when you took them?” Much as he wanted to look at you, and only you, he had to pay attention to the road, also.

It was such a small, strange thing, something your friends didn’t quite understand, but… you loved, absolutely loved, the way Daemon looked driving. Especially his Superleggera. There was something about the set of his face when he concentrated, and something about the sharp focus of his eyes when his foot sank on the gas pedal – powerful engine roaring and rumbling – that made you want to open the front of his pants and take him in your throat. “Was thinking about you, of course,” you answered with dreamy eyes. Fuck he was so handsome. “I thought about making myself cum right there in the bathroom…,” you admitted, coy. “But I knew it wouldn’t be enough. Only you’re enough, daddy.”

“The first photo was my favorite. You’re so fucking cute when you look all innocent like that. Especially when I know how quickly you turn into a little slut. Fucking yourself in the bathroom? Even that is low for someone who woke up as needy as you did this morning,” he said, voice morphing into the tone that made you weak in the knees.

Blood blossomed behind your face. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it… the one you sent back made it very obvious. God. It made me want you even more.”

“My lap? Or cock?” He asked with a slow arch of brow.

“Both.”

“Perhaps I’ll bend you over my knee for distracting me like you did. I had to leave the meeting early. Viserys was livid.”

You stared at his hands on the steering wheel and squeezed your thighs together. Wide palms, fingers decorated with rings, skin rough and smooth alike. Your boundaries were always respected. Even moreso when you were over his lap receiving whatever punishment he deemed necessary. “Daemon…,” you whined, leaning further into his space. “Don’t tease me like that.” You rubbed one of your hands along the inside of his thigh, feeling over the front of his pants and the bulge which began to swell there.

He pushed your hand away. “Did I say you could touch me?” He asked, smirking despite the scolding.

You pulled back with a shake of your head. “No. But I want to.”

“And I want to stuff that pussy until your eyes roll back. But you don’t see me trying it right now, do you?”

Again, you shook your head, but this time you giggled, too.

“I bet you’ve been wet all day. I can’t believe you didn’t fuck yourself silly in that bathroom. Mmm…,” he paused, chuckling. “The next meeting, tomorrow, won’t be in person. Only online. You’ll stay home with me and I’ll find a good use for you. It’ll be dreadful anyway. I’ll need the distraction. And what better way than you? My pretty little princess slobbering all over my cock.”

That pet name always triggered something in you. “What about a distraction now?” You asked as you angled your body towards him, legs spreading apart, as you began to unbutton and unzip your pants, ready to tug them past your hips in an instant.

“While I’m driving? You naughty thing. If I won’t have you touch me, why the hell would I allow you to touch yourself?”

A part of you wanted to tease and touch yourself regardless of what he said... if only to see how angry he might get, and what he might do to you afterwards. Another day, perhaps, because for now all you could think about was how you left him this morning.

“I saw you think about it… good girl, baby, for not pulling those pants down. Here I was, too, thinking about all the ways I might bend you over my lap and smack your ass until its red from all the shit you've pulled today. You only call me ‘daddy’ when you want to get fucked brainless. And you've been moaning it all day."

Daemon's voice dripped down your spine like liquid fire and pooled in your core, quivering with the need to be taken by him. To be claimed, marked, and filled by his seed. "Oh my God… please. Yes, yes, yes. Please," you begged.

"Fuck, I'm so hard thinking about your ass pounding against me while I take you from behind. You like that best, I know you do. My hand tugging your hair… pulling it… squeezing your hip, scratching your back… you make the prettiest sounds." His voice graveled with restraint. Each word seemed heavier than the last. He flickered his attention to you and smirked, eyes dark. "You turn into my perfect slut. Cock hungry and fucking soaked, just like you should always be for me."

You actually moaned. "Get me home right now and fuck me before the door is locked," you said, mirroring him.

Small as your moan was, it went right to Daemon's uncomfortably constricted length and throbbed. He sped down the final stretch home, not needing to be told twice.

He was true to everything he said and more. You finally got to ride him, too, before taking a very long, very hot, and very distracted shower. Together.

Thank you so much for reading! If you enjoyed, please consider a follow, and/or reblog, and/or letting me know as it all makes me vvvery happy! ♥

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#house of the dragon #daemon targaryen #modern daemon #daemon x reader #daemon smut #daemon fic #request

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weiwei-uplink · 4 months

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If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go on anon and send this to 10 of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get one back, then even better💜

yay ^_^

but nah fuck the going on anon part we being open and proud of our followers and fuck the only 10 followers part

the following people make me happy. note that this is not all of them but i don't want to tag like all of my moots or smth

@apples9 @greenshe @ash-the-tiefling @firewolf595 @zealiketea @pk-lovie @kittehxx @solarvulpes @tehaspyblr @gloriousvermin @w4nderingdreamer @bibirb @emilyreblogselphelt @peanutbutter-and-jellie @pomuf @archaicfirehydrants @justsomespiders @transbian-arsonists @carawith17as @noblish @detritiviolet @tha--dude @pansexualcake9 @nebulaaaaaa @isotopegirl @amberl34f @elliekern-el @trainsgenderfoxgirl2816 @transgirl-gaming-thoughts @virtualgirladv @sh1zukarul3z

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#weiweiposting #hell yeah i love my moots #also rain sends his thanks so #rainposting

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groenendaelfic · 5 months

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Hi, I just wanted to make sure if you're okay? You used to post fics so regularly and now you're so quiet. I hope you're doing fine and are just busy with real life stuff?!

Hi, and thank you for checking in as well as your kind words. Same to the two lovely anons who sent me love. Thank you.

A very Happy Lucia to you and everyone who celebrates, or who could do with a bit more light in their life. (physical or metaphorical)

I'm sorry for being so quiet recently. I assure you I'll be back and that all my wips and outlines will be finished. (yes even Ghost!Erik, although I'm not making any promises as to when)

I'm as enthusiastic about YR and Wilmon as I was a year ago and I doubt that's going to change anytime soon. It's just that the holiday season has hit me harder than I hoped it would, and so my writing time has been mostly taken up by blankly staring at the screen and then being surprised when the alarm goes off an hour or two later.

It's the first time in eight years that I'm celebrating without my soulmate, and missing them and our two angels is especially hard right now.

I have a very active support network though and I know things will get better. Right now I'm just ... super lonely while at the same time being surrounded by too many people who mean a bit too well.

On a happier note I'm over 15k into the final chapter of Faroe Gone and still in Tórshavn, with only about 1k being stuff from the outline, so it's going to be a very, very long final chapter.

Also the next chapter of ALaWHEO has theoretically reached posting length about a month ago, but I really want them to actually get inside the palace and not just have a 4k car ride where nothing happens. So uh ... yeah.

Also, also I've been valiantly resisting the urge to write Kings Wilmon's first state visit to movie-rwrb's London snippets. It would be a good distraction, but also I'm not sure it would be any other levels of good. I haven't even finished reading the book.

Also, also, also my muse insists it'd have to be Phillip and James III's pov, and I suspect that'd top even The Getaway's level of self-indulgence, if that's even possible.

Anyway. Happy Lucia. I promise I'll be back, although no promise as to when. All the best! 💜🧡

#my mom thinks it's time I sign up to a dating app #my nonagenarian grandma keeps asking why I'm not wearing black for a year #the casseroles have started up again #meanwhile all I want is to up and leave and start anew elsewhere once I have the funds and am mentally ready #life update #progress update #random ramblings #ask me anything #not young royals

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mysacredmuse · 2 months

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thibking about nameless!reader who constantly travels and aventurine always missing them..n when they finally meet again aventurine would be so clingy n needy 🥹🥹

wahhh that's so cute :( I can definitely see that !!

he would be all over you, literally pacing around all day and leaving work early just to wait for you like a little nervous wreck. I can see him pushing away Welt, Himeko, March, Dan Heng & Stelle/Caelus just to get to you HAHAHA like "get out of my way peasant, there is my baby, yippie yippie yippie !!!!!!!! ^_^" with thousands of gifts, just cuddling you and twirling you around in his arms while almost breaking your spine from how tightly he is hugging you. He literally won't let go of your hand the whole time, kissing your face all over & literally not letting anyone come close to you because it's HIS time with you, period ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯ and then when both of you come home, he would just squeeze you tightly and flop on the bed with you and literally lock you in place and just fall asleep or become hyperactive w kisses and attention LOL

he would also text you so much while you are away too, constantly being like "haiii, hey, hello, heeey, heeeeiiii, hiiiiiii, are u ok, haaaiiii, did u forget me, hiiiiiii, look what i got you" and so on...marking his calendar every day and counting days until he gets to see you again :3

#muse answers #muse's anons 💜#he is a loser...but he is my loser...my clingy little loser...i love him sm...

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btsmosphere · 8 months

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50: we barely know each other but you're the only person I know who likes this band so please come to their show with me

pairing: yoongi x reader genre: fluff, college au, strangers to lovers word count: 526 rating: g warnings: none

~a/n: IT’S BEEN SO LONG I’M SORRY!! IDK IF YOU ARE STILL AROUND BUT I HOPE YOU SEE THIS ANON I NEVER FORGOT YOU <3 (and all the other asks still in my inbox)

“Thank you again, so much, for coming with me,” you rambled, hardly able to get the smile off your face, “I’m sorry for the singing-”

“Hey,” Yoongi grinned, interjecting your latest apology, “Didn’t I already tell you, they should hire you for the rest of the tour?”

You snorted at that. You really had got swept away, sung (or screamed, more like) your lungs out all evening. It was only afterwards that your embarrassment had started creeping in.

But faced with his gentle, gummy smile, the fight behind your apology fled all too easily.

Swallowing back your words, you shifted, smiled back at him. The buzz of the concert was still keeping you buoyant, and so you were babbling, you knew. And now your brain was desperately grasping for the next talking point so you could make a bigger fool of yourself.

In an attempt to avoid it, you reluctantly reached for your keys.

Looking over your shoulder, you drank in the sight. Never could you have imagined the image of Min Yoongi on your doorstep.

Well, only partly because you hardly knew him until recently. ‘Recently’ being, admittedly, tonight. See, he was a friend-of-a-friend of Taehyung’s older brother Jin, and you had only heard of him when you had asked Tae to come to this gig with you, and he rolled his eyes, and Jin complained that Yoongi was also into ‘that godawful band’, not that either of them could see how, of course.

So, you had of course tracked down this Yoongi and practically accosted him in a hallway, informing that he was the only one on campus who apparently had any taste.

You cringed at the memory, though a smile danced on your face. Gosh, you were reminiscing and you and Yoongi hadn’t even said goodnight.

You cringed again soon enough as your key totally missed the lock in your distraction. Sighing, you rested your head against your door.

“Guess you’re tired after dancing for three hours,” Yoongi chuckled.

“The touring life might be beyond me,” you chuckled.

Glancing over at him, you saw him shift to lean against the wall, seemingly settling in. Something in you leapt at the thought that he was in no hurry to leave.

You had been surprised Yoongi had even accepted your invitation to go to the show together. Even more surprised when you had been laughing and joking together in the queue before you even made it into the venue.

Besides hearing your favourite songs live in a non-stop party, you knew you would also remember the presence of Yoongi behind you the whole evening. Fresh air was welcome now you were back home, but you had to admit you missed the close quarters with your audience partner already.

“Maybe…” Yoongi was musing in the present, just the glow of a single streetlight replacing the glaring stage lights. Somehow, it inspired the same awe in you. “I don’t suppose you like any other bands we can annoy Jin with?”

“Oh, I have plenty of awful taste,” you grinned. Took a breath, and planted the key in your door for real this time. “Fancy a listening party?”

Thank you for the request, and thank you for reading!!💜

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#bangtanarmynet #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi fluff #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi imagines #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi x you #bts fluff #bts drabble

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okay-j-hannah · 1 year

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You Give Them Neck Kisses

Preference

Characters: Loki, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black

Warnings:

Request: “What do you think about Loki, Remus Lupin and Sirius Black reacting to neck kisses and a good massage (when they're stressed and tired)? I love my boys 💜💜💜💜 But It's okay if you don't want to write it cause that request is overused 😅” Anon

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Loki

The sky of Asgard was painted with rich colors – swirling masses of black and blue. Stars dotted the surface as if a paintbrush flecked the canvas with a white spray. A galaxy could be seen in the distance, clouds of rose gold whirling in an imaginative pattern.

(Y/N) stood against the marble balcony, draped in emerald silks, and waiting for a meteor shower. Or her prince.

The bedroom door creaked open, and a dramatic groan of exhaustion came forth.

Loki walked in already removing his royal garments. Shoulder pads, arm braces, capes, and armor, until he was down to his pants and a light tunic. “The courtroom is abominable.”

(Y/N) slowly turned from the art gallery sky to watch him crash on the bed. He bounced on the mattress as he covered his face with his hands. He groaned again.

“Was it?” She was amused by his dramatics.

He held out one of his hands to call her over, moaning, “I need you.”

She took careful steps, “With all your moaning and groaning, I’m tempted not to help you.”

“I’m doing no such thing.”

“You’re being fussy.”

“When have I ever been known to fuss?”

She laughed under her breath, beginning to crawl over the bed, “You are the fussiest prince I know.” She straddled his torso, brushing back his hair, “My poor baby.”

He looked on the brink of scolding her for the teasing, but he stopped, instead taking her hand and kissing the palm of it. She shut her mouth – clearly he was more exhausted than she thought.

After a moment of silence she put both hands into his hair, raking her fingers through the dark strands to his scalp. She massaged there, a spark of warmth seeping into her stomach to see him close his eyes at the feeling.

He let out a low groan, less whiney now and more out of relief. “Delightful, my love.”

She went further, bending down to kiss his temple, slow and full. He sighed heavy and it made her smile.

“My tired baby,” she whispered, lightly kissing down his face and to his jaw all the while massaging his scalp. “Just need a little love.”

She kissed beneath his jaw harder than his cheek, open mouthed and nipping. She sucked until another groan was drawn from him.

“What was that?” she said with a wicked grin.

He lifted a finger to her lips, shushing her, “Don’t stop.” He opened his eyes to take in her beautiful face, almost pleading when he added, “Please.”

Remus

The common room was toasty with the fire smoldering low. The only two still awake and occupying the space was (Y/N) and Remus. Him sitting on the red velvet couch and her sitting on the ground beside his legs.

His fingers were down by her head, playing with a strand of her hair.

“What am I to do with James and Sirius?” he asked, thinking aloud.

(Y/N) closed the chapter of Herbology she was supposed to be reading for homework. “You mean about their ploy to steal the House Cup out of Slughorn’s office?”

“They’re going to get into some real trouble.”

“You can’t control everything they do,” she mused, turning to rest her chin on his knee. He looked stressed and tired, as if a full moon was approaching. But she knew they were at the start of a new moon cycle and out of danger.

“I was made a Prefect for a reason,” he said quietly, “They think me the reasonable one.”

(Y/N) stood and rounded the couch, “You need to work on your worrying.” She leaned over to wrap her arms around his neck, “We’re supposed to be enjoying the evening together.”

“You’re right,” he said, lifting a hand to grab her arm. He closed his eyes and leaned back into her, “You’re always right.”

“Precisely,” she said, snuggling her head against his, eyeing a sweet spot below his ear. “And I know just the right way to stop you worrying.”

“Hm?” he hummed. He was already mesmerized with her movements, feeling his skin tingle where her lips spoke against his ear.

She ran the tip of her nose down his ear and latched her lips to just below it. Remus opened his mouth with an audible intake of breath. It made her smile as she pressed tender, lingering kisses to his skin.

“Bet you can’t think of anything now,” she murmured, nudging his head to the side. Remus gave in instantly, exposing the rest of his neck with an eager moan.

She trailed a line of wet kisses down his neck and to his shoulder. He was making wonderful, delectable sounds as she settled just above his collarbone.

“What were we talking about earlier?” she questioned, sucking on his skin and then running her tongue over it to soften the hurt.

He sounded breathless when he said, “I don’t know.”

“Good,” she whispered, “Only think of me. Only think about how this feels.” And she took his chin, pulling his face to hers. He was flushed by the time she kissed him on the lips.

Sirius

“Thomas Thornton asked me to go with him on the next Hogsmeade trip.”

Sirius, already exhausted from a day filled with two detentions and Snape managing to trip him during a duel, wasn’t in the mood to listen to his long-standing crush discuss possible dates with other boys.

He had a dark shadow over his face, his eyes almost black. There was a visible tension taking over him that (Y/N) didn’t see when he first entered the room.

His fists were clenched, and his jaw set when he replied, “What did you say?”

She looked at him tersely, “That I’d think about it.”

Sirius nodded, staring her down. It was rather unsettling to see him so stressed.

“Are you all right, Sirius?” she asked, “You don’t look well.”

He swallowed, “Just had a long day.” And he ran a hand down his face and around his neck, rubbing the ache there.

She looked concerned, “Why don’t you sit down,” she gestured to the nearby armchair. “Relax.”

Sirius took a deep breath and did as he was told, slouching in the chair. He put two fingers to the bridge of his nose but was suddenly jolted by the feeling of (Y/N)’s hands on his shoulders, massaging the tense knots.

“What happened today?” she asked sincerely.

He blinked a few times, “Nothing I want to talk about.” He finally closed his eyes at the relief by her hands, lulling his head down and groaning, “That feels good.”

The rasp of his voice sent a flurry of heat through her body, prompting her to keep going – do something more.

She licked her lips, leaning down to be near his ear, “I don’t want to go to Hogsmeade with Thomas Thornton.”

He mumbled his confusion, too focused on her fingers, “Then why didn’t you tell him that?”

“Because,” her lips were practically against his cheek, “I was waiting for someone else to ask me first.”

He opened his eyes in slight surprise, though didn’t want to move and ruin the moment. He felt her lips against his skin, tentative and sweet, and it was doing things to him. He moved his cheek towards her mouth, giving her the hint.

And she took it, placing a chaste, hot kiss there.

He tried to control his voice, leaning to the side to give her more access to his neck, “Oh? And who might that be, I wonder.”

She was still being shy, pressing another small kiss lower on his neck, speaking low and tickling his skin, “You can’t be that dense.”

Sirius laughed low and deep in his chest, loving the heat of her lips on him. And when she plucked the courage to plant a heavy, suffocating kiss along his pulse, Sirius let out a growl, reaching for her arms and pulling her into the chair.

She sat on his lap, flushed as she found the lust in his eyes. He grabbed her chin, “I won’t ask you until you kiss me properly.”

And of course she did.

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railroad-migraine · 11 months

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So since C2 is only like 4/5 years behind C3, it would make sense in their adventuring, that they might come across one another. Would it be okay to request a Dorian or Ashton xg!n reader, where they brag about their s/o to Beau (if it's Ashton) or jester (if it's Dorian)? I don't know if that's too specific or makes sense I'm sorry!! ~🌷

This is super cute and omg 🌷 anon I took a big break from writing but I hope you (and my other anons) are still around and enjoy this 💜 Back at it with my fave genasis. I don't normally do crossover stuff unless it's canon but y'know what, this is very self indulgent because I'm back and caught up with critical role ;3

~ Poet

Reader Bragging About Their S/O to the Mighty Nein

Ashton 💙

Okay but initially Beau doesn't get why you're so infatuated with Ashton? They're an asshole, and a self aware one too, so that makes him even more annoying to her. They butt heads when they first meet and it rubs her the wrong way.

But you lightly punch her shoulder and suggest she actually tries talking to him instead of speculating from afar, because you find them soft and caring under that tough exterior, supportive and thoughtful even though it doesn't sound in character.

And Beau finally realises: Oh shit

Ashton is a combination of herself and Yasha. A lovable, smartass barbarian with a not-so-hidden sensitive side.

Reluctantly makes an effort to start conversation with him - simply to pass the time - and hates that the similarities are there and hates that the punk rock's dry personality starts growing on her. At least she now has someone else to poke fun at in a mean-sibling-type way (someone who is far more physically resilient than Caleb).

Dorian 💙

Jester immediately started trying to figure out a plan to set you guys up, only shortly after meeting you both. When she pulled you to the side and waggled her eyebrows in the bard's direction, you laughed and revealed that Dorian was already 'courting' you, as he gently put it.

Encouraged by the trickster, you can't help but gush about all the sweet and romantic things he does for you - calling you his muse, treating you like royalty, waxing poetic about your skills and adventures together...

Jester becomes your relationship's biggest fan from then on.

Dorian gets nervous around Jester after that, because whenever he so much as holds your hand around her, she's already sending a smirk his way. It's friendly teasing, but his face heats up and he chuckles, uneased with the focussed attention.

She tries her best to offer relationship advice (none of it her own, all of it from her books or her mom), and it only flusters you and your bard further.

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specialagentlokitty · 1 year

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Wednesday x reader - one of the same

Could you write Wednesday meeting a y/n who has the same vibe as her (goth, morbid, only wears black etc.) at never more and then bonding over that? Love your stuff, keep it up! - Anon💜

Sitting at the table in the quad, you looked up as you heard the loud werewolf approaching, talking to someone else.

“I see you’ve found someone else to annoy with your constant rambling.” You mused.

“Hey (N/N)!” Enid beamed.

“Call me that again I’ll cut your tongue out and feed it to you.”

You closed your book and looked up at her beaming face, but your eyes quickly shifted to the dark aura next to her.

The gothic girl stared back just as intently.

“This is Wednesday! Wednesday this is (Y/N), they’re a bit broody.” Enid laughed.

“Perhaps that’s because you insist on ruining my day with your company. If you excuse me, I have some experiments to run.”

You stood up and gathered your belongings.

That’s when Wednesday saw you fully.

Ripped black skinny jeans, black hoodie, your uniform was black as well, just like hers.

Your skin almost as pale as hers, your bright red eyes gleaming in the sunlight.

“Oo what this time? Can we join?”

You looked over.

“Only because I was told I can’t be unattended in the lab.”

“Why?” Wednesday asked.

“They created a gas that knocked out half of the school.”

Wednesday hummed, nodding her head.

“Impressive, it’s hard not to knock yourself out at the same time.”

“It is, I knew what I was doing though. Came prepared with a mask. I just wanted to see if it were possible.” You shrugged.

From that day on you and Wednesday clicked. Whenever you went to preform an experiment Wednesday joined you.

She even started performing her own, and the pair of you would judge each other’s based on what it was that you had done that day.

While you were sat in your dorm with Wednesday, Enid and Ajax came rushing in with a bag in their hands.

“Help dye my hair?!” Enid squealed.

“I’d much rather hang myself.” Wednesday scoffed.

You hummed, nodding your head in agreement.

“Yes, and I’ll join her, because that sounds so much more interesting.”

The duo rolled their eyes and sat in the middle of your room.

You looked over from your book, and Wednesday looked over from her typewriter, both of you shared a look.

“I’ll help hide the bodies if you kill them.” You said.

“Sounds fun.” She said.

Enid chuckled nervously while Ajax looked at the pair of you in fear.

The way the pair of you stared at them made him shiver.

One of you on your own was bad enough, but with both of you it was like the death glare had somehow gained sentience.

It wouldn’t surprise him if he and Enid dropped from the sheer looked you and Wednesday were giving.

At the same time you both went back to what it was you were doing, and Enid snickered.

“They’re the same people…” she whispered.

Ajax nodded his head as he started to help the werewolf dye her hair.

They knew you wouldn’t really do anything to them, but that fear was still there, because they really wouldn’t put it past you.

And when you found out they had dropped some brightly colour dye on your floor, they definitely th out you were going to kill them.

And Wednesday would join just because it seemed fun to her

#wednesday #Wednesday x reader #Wednesday x you #Wednesday imagine #Wednesday Addams #Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x you #Wednesday Addams imagine

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phoebe-delia · 5 months

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Hi Phoebe! If you're still accepting prompts, would "a single thread of gold tied me to you" from the song lyrics list be acceptable (and/or drarry soulmates)?

I love your writing, and I hope December is treating you well! 💜

One single thread of gold tied me to you

Oh, sweet anon, thank you so much! Both for the prompt and for your kind words about my writing. My brain has been being mean to me lately about my writing, so this made me smile.

I love soulmate stuff so much but I'm not sure I've ever written it before! So. Here's my take on it. I wrote a little Victorian AU, because I LOVE Victorian AU!Drarry.

Draco nearly choked on his champagne and had a coughing fit when he saw Harry Potter again. It took everything he'd learned in his decade of decorum training not to simply spit out the large sip he'd just taken of champagne and spew it all over Lady Coatesworth-Haye's gown. Though if Draco hadn't been focusing his energy elsewhere at that moment, he might've had the passing thought that her gown couldn't be made worse for it.

Still, he managed to swallow while keeping one eye on the old woman and the other on Potter. The man moved easily through the ballroom, exchanging greetings with the party-goers. Potter had a charming smile for each of them, but Draco felt his confusion nearly outweigh his shock at seeing Potter continue determinedly through the crowd, as if on a mission.

"...wouldn't you agree?" Draco was pulled from his musings to look back at the haughty and wrinkled face of the woman in front of him.

Draco cleared his throat. "Yes, quite right, madame." He glanced around, relieved when he saw a server coming toward them with an empty tray. "If you will excuse me," he said, not waiting for a reply before walking off, setting his half-full champagne glass down on the passing tray.

Draco moved quickly but tried not to make his haste too obvious, lest the guests think the son of the hosts was trying to leave his parents' own party. He finally made his way outside to the balcony and braced himself on the railing. He breathed heavily, letting the cool night air fill his lungs while he tried to formulate a plan.

What on earth was Potter doing? Draco wanted to scream. He immediately regretted having left his champagne inside.

He had to get out of there, party be damned. He'd claim he'd fallen ill and then take his leave. "Forgive me, Mother," he muttered to himself, preparing to brave the crowd one last time and strategizing how he'd be able to escape without running into Potter.

He heard the door open, the noise of the party briefly spilling into the peaceful night before it shut again.

"Draco?"

The sound of his name, in that voice, brought tears to Draco's eyes. He forced them back, absolutely refusing to let himself cry. "Potter," he replied cooly, not turning around to greet him.

He heard Potter take a step toward him. "I've been looking for you."

Draco kept his expression neutral, turning his head slightly over his shoulder. "Well, you've found me."

"I was hoping to speak with you."

“I’m afraid I must decline."

"Might I inquire as to why?"

"I've fallen ill. You would do well to keep away from me, Potter."

Potter frowned and stepped closer into Draco's space. "You seem perfectly healthy to me." He pressed the back of his hand to Draco's forehead. Draco froze at Potter's light touch. Potter's hand left warmth in its wake when he lifted it from Draco's person.

"Ah," Potter said, nodding. "You are sick. But I believe we suffer from the same affliction."

Draco scoffed. "Oh, really?"

"Yes. Heartbreak is contagious."

Draco whipped around to face Potter fully, glaring at him. "You don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't I?" Potter smiled at him a bit sadly. "We have to discuss this sooner or later, you understand."

Potter's hand moved closer to Draco's, but Draco yanked his hand away. "I see no reason why we should ever have to discuss this."

"I can give you three reasons."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?"

"Easily. First, I miss you terribly." Potter took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

Draco's heart skipped a beat. "What-"

"Second, you pine for me just as strongly."

"But—no, I—"

"And third," Potter placed his hand firmly over Draco's, and a thin, shimmering golden thread appeared and tied itself around their wrists, linking them together. "We belong together," he whispered.

Draco felt a tear slip down his cheek as he looked at their joined hands.

"And no matter how much you want to pretend we'll never work, or that society will never embrace us, it hasn't made me love you any less." Potter lifted his other hand to cup the back of Draco's neck. "Stop running from me. Stop running from yourself."

"Harry." It came out of Draco's chest like a wheeze; like it was the last gust of air from his lungs. His breath shuddered as a few more tears spilled. "Nothing's changed, you know that. My parents won't accept our soulmate bond, and they never will. Do you know the risk you took by simply coming here?" Draco turned his hand over to lace his fingers with Harry's.

"I had to see you. I was distraught, and hurt, and so angry. But I've thought it through, and I've got a plan." Harry's expression shifted to one of fierce determination. "Draco, come away with me. We can leave now, tonight."

"H-Harry," Draco breathed. "You're mad!"

"Mad for you, perhaps," Harry grinned at him. "Just picture it, Draco. We can escape and live a life of our own. I've got a friend a few towns away by boat. She can take us in while we find a permanent home.

"You've got your own vaults, now; out of your parents' control. And so have I, since my birthday last month. We might not have our titles, or our status, but we'll be comfortable." Harry met his eyes directly. "And we'll be free to love each other, openly. Without fear."

Harry wiped a tear from Draco's cheek. "I know the choice isn't easy. But can you honestly tell me that you would be happier here than with me? Would you truly rather marry someone you don't love in order to please your parents? Instead of the person chosen by the Gods to love you?"

Draco took a shuddering breath. "Harry," he began. "You were right; I've missed you like a part of me." He forced back more tears. "And then tonight, when you found me out here, I thought you were going to tell me you'd given up on me."

"No, my love," Harry shook his head. "Never."

Draco sniffed. "I've thought constantly about that day. About all the things I should have said and didn't. But I don't wish to waste any more time. The answer to your question is yes, Harry, of course. I love you." Draco crossed the short distance between them and pulled Harry into a kiss.

A few skipped heartbeats later, they pulled away, breathless and a bit teary. "Thank Merlin you said yes," Harry chuckled. "I don't know what I would've done."

"Of course I did. I'd follow you anywhere, Harry." Draco sealed his promise with a small kiss on Harry's lips. "Anywhere."

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