Abnormal Love Languages

Genshin men with weird ways of expressing their love for you - Gender Neutral Reader (No Pronouns) - SFW - Romantic - Fluff/Crack

ft. Alhaitham, Wanderer, Heizou, Tighnari, Dottore

Alhaitham

The Scribe of the Akademiya, a renowned scholar, and a totally awkward boyfriend

So what does this intelligent, well-known, socially unaware man do when he wants to show you he loves you?

Infodumping

Knows a lot and makes sure you know it too

If he fell in love with you that means he respects your intelligence and curiosity enough to find interest in your company

So whenever he's on the couch with a new book on Theoretical Quantum Mechanics, he will be reciting the facts to you as if he's doing an oral presentation

Alhatiham keeps one of those big rolly whiteboards in his house (usually used to lecture Kaveh) and you know that when he pulls it out then it is officially date night

He pours you both a glass of wine for a nice candlelit dinner, but then you ask him about his new book and suddenly it's a romantic candlelit lecture

Lucky you find his intelligence attractive ;)))

If you ever need gift ideas for him just get a pack of multicoloured whiteboard markers, he always needs new ones

Even though you might end up regretting enabling his little habit

Wanderer

Traumatised Tsundere (TM)

Has never wanted anything more than to be loved the way he observed in humans, but has always believed he could never be loved in any way. It has only been proven to him that it isn't possible

So he protects himself from rejection by teasing and swatting you away, almost trying to make you hate him so he can at least expect what reactions to get from you

He views it as safe, he knows how humans are when they are angry and hateful, he's experienced it firsthand, so he knows what will come of it

Even though he's secretly saddened by feeling like he has to hurt you

So when you respond to him bonking your head with laughter and a smile brighter than he's seen on anyone in his direct presence before, it startles him

When he pushes your face away with his hand and you retaliate by latching onto his arm he freezes (Wanderer.exe has stopped working)

Calls you stupid and insults your survival instincts

"Honestly, if a complete stranger were to push you away like this, would you still clutch their arm like a lost puppy? How absurd, you obviously couldn't survive without me protecting you, since you evidently can't tell good intentions from bad ones,"

Then you pout and tell him that of course you don't do this with other people, you do it because it's him!

He stops working again

Shoves you to the ground to avoid you seeing how red his face is

Heizou

Riddles and puzzles/tries to quiz you by making you help him solve a case

Brings you to crime scenes even though you are not a detective and definitely aren't allowed to be there just so he can test your skills

"So, what can you gather from this crime scene? This case isn't particularly difficult, so I have no doubt you'll be chasing down the perp in no time,"

Honestly your whole relationship is like an escape room

You want to get into your house but forgot your key? Well knock in morse code and maybe Heizou will let you in

You want to have a nice lunch date with your boyfriend? Well you best be prepared for an intense game of shogi while you eat

You want Heizou to pass you a pen? Well first you must answer these questions three!

But seriously, he makes it fun for you and makes sure to let you know that it’s his way of telling you how much he respects you and he values your input and intelligence

Tighnari

As an Amurta scholar and a forest watcher who has seen way too many cases of mushroom-based food poisoning, Tighnari has learnt to be prepared to dish out medical treatment

So if you cough even once, or sneeze in his presence, Tighnari will begin an impromptu check-up to ensure you're still feeling your best

You try telling him you're fine, people sneeze all the time without being sick, but he just scolds you even more for thinking you could get away without him making sure you're alright

"Don't be so proud, you idiot. What am I going to do with you if you go and get sick?"

Tighnari would hate if you fell ill under his careful watch, but if you do get sick or injure yourself, prepare for a two hour lecture and a bowl of fresh creamy mushroom stew to help you get back into tiptop shape

He's usually incredibly busy with his forest watcher duties, but will somehow almost never leave your side if he's tending to you

When you aren't sick, he makes sure you're eating well, going so far as to prepare your meals or make a nutrition table based on the vitamins he thinks you need more of

Always reminds you to drink water and take any medication you need, your health is his top priority

Dottore

Psychopath (Endearing)

Takes x-rays of you just to admire your lovely bone structure and hangs them up around your shared bedroom as if they're regular date pictures

He loves to have you sit in his lap as he caresses your body and coos at your flesh, whispering sweet nothings in his suavest voice about your organs, and telling you what a strong heart you must have because he can feel it through your shirt

Unwinding with Dottore almost always goes this way, with you getting a shower of what you're pretty sure are compliments about your internal systems and physical attributes

He once shocked you with a mini electric buzzer just to see your central nervous system go off. You were naturally quite annoyed about it but he just shrugged it off, claiming that he just loved to see your body at work, although he never did it again

His doctor brain never turns off, so be prepared to have his fingers in your mouth as he goes on about what wonderful teeth you have

It certainly makes you feel... special

You should feel special, he definitely doesn't do this with anyone else

Dottore is so enchanted by your being that he grows human organs in his lab that are exactly the size and shape of yours, saying it's so you can see for yourself just how beautiful you are

NO PRONOUNS FAQ

How do I even do that?

There are multiple methods for referring to those who use no pronouns, shown below. (Examples here taken from this page, a very good resource.)

Use names or initials instead of pronouns

I talked to him yesterday → I talked to Sky yesterday.

She is really beautiful → Soph is really beautiful.

Her graduation starts soon → J's graduation starts soon.

Passive voice

He answered the phone → The phone was answered.

Wen takes good care of her cat → Wen's cat is well cared for.

Rephrasing the sentence (circumlocution)

Lior did it all by himself → Lior did it all without any help.

Gael talks in his sleep → Gael talks while sleeping.

Replacing a pronoun with a descriptive noun or phrase

She landed the plane safely → The pilot landed the plane safely.

This is Lea, she is into painting → This is Lea. My friend is into painting.

She argues that… → The person who started this discussion argues that…

Dropping pronouns

Did you buy Tex her gift? → Did you buy Tex a gift?

Yes, I bought it for her. I will give it to her tomorrow. → Yes, I bought it. I will give it tomorrow.

Why not just use they/them?

For many people who use no pronouns, the issue with they/them pronouns is the implication of a neutral gender rather than no gender. Nonbinary people have often been lumped into a “third gender” category, and for agender/genderless people, this feels just as restrictive as having to “settle for” a binary gender. They/them pronouns can feel like being forced into another category, especially as the popular perception of people outside the binary has become a monolith, and can be very dysphoria-inducing.

Who can use no pronouns? 

Anyone! Most commonly, this specific way of expressing oneself is used by agender/genderless people, but anyone can use no pronouns if that’s what that person wants. 

Can I include you in group pronouns? (Example: They all went to the beach.)

It’s up to the person whether or not that’s alright, but I’d wager most of us would say that yes, that’s fine! It can’t hurt to ask.

Are second person pronouns alright to use?

Same as above. Most would find it perfectly fine, but if there’s ever doubt, please ask!

Isn’t that transphobic? 

When asked for sincerely, this is not transphobic. Some transphobic people might say they “don’t have pronouns” in order to make fun of trans people. There is a big difference between someone genuinely stating their preferred pronouns (or lack thereof) and being transphobic. 

Are you trolling?/Is this satire?

No, this is not a joke or an attempt at making anyone look bad. If you asked if this is satire, I also urge you to take a look at what satire actually is and it’s history as a form of comedy. Trolling and bait are not satire.

Aren’t you harming the community with this?/This will make transphobes think we're stupid!

I am, by definition, a trans person just trying to be comfortable. I am part of the community. While people inside the community can definitely harm it, expressing myself in a way that makes me most comfortable is not harmful towards anyone. If transphobes think I'm stupid, I can't stop them. They'll think I'm stupid no matter what.

How do I try these out for myself? I think this might be for me!

Here's a website that allows the user to input a name and ask for no pronouns in a sample sentence. No matter your conclusion, I wish you the best on your journey of discovery!

Luscious, Succulent, Delectable

Astarion x gn! Tav/Reader

Around 2.3K words

Tags: Fluff, so much kissing, so much moaning (so so much), body (thigh) worship, consensual touching, mutual love, they are so insanely in love, slight angst, consensual biting/blood sucking, soft! Astarion, implied smut, no y/n

Summary: After a tough battle, you can’t help but fall apart in your tent, aching both inside and out. Astarion, whom you’ve recently committed to a relationship with, comes to your side to comfort you. Wanting to help you focus more on yourself and what your wants and needs are, he finds himself lost in exploring your thighs. 

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It’s been a long day. Hells, it’s been a long life. One day you wake up on a Nautiloid ship and suddenly you’re responsible for saving not just yourself, but pretty much all of Faerûn. Lucky you, right? Life’s punching bag, here in the flesh. 

It’s not all bad, though. You’ve been met with some kindness along the way, though perhaps not as much as you feel you deserve. One of your traveling companions, however, has certainly delivered on his promises of ‘kindness’. For nights on end you two would sneak off into the woods, exploring each other’s pleasure limits, and for many, many mornings, Shadowheart was less than pleased to cure you of your bloodlessness. 

As time went on, you learned more about Astarion, your pale, vampiric friend. You had your doubts about him at first, but you had grown to love him, caring for him deeply the more you learned about his past, the more he became vulnerable around you. After a drow from Moonrise Towers was very persistent to have Astarion drink from her, and you supported him in telling her to ‘fuck off’ (but in nicer words than you’d hoped for), you found yourselves re-evaluating your situation. 

The vampire had grown to care for you, seeing much more in you than just protection. He saw something deeper, something real and fresh and… It was a bit much for him at first, but over time you both grew to be even more comfortable around each other, finding yourselves enjoying the smaller, lighter moments of intimacy that rose from being deeply in love. 

Tonight was no different, as your party returns to camp from defending Halsin’s portal in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. You were covered in blood and bruises, trudging along to your tent at a slow pace. Most party members found themselves skipping dinner, just trying to sleep off their wounds and soreness. You found yourself nearly doing the same, sitting down on a soft cushion as you remove your armor, tossing it off to the side to be cleaned and polished later. Lying on your bedroll in your night clothes, you softly sigh, your body relaxing enough to where you can feel the full extent of the trauma your body went through today. Closing your eyes, you begin to doze off, trying to forget it all and think about what a new day could bring. 

“How are you feeling?” A smooth voice asks, the flap of your tent crinkling as a figure wanders in. You wake with a start, sitting up to meet the new inhabitant of your tent. 

“I’ve never felt better. Poets could write sonnets about how at peace I feel.” You sarcastically scoff, rolling your eyes. 

Astarion grunts as he sits at your side, taking claim of the cushion you were previously on. It’s clear that today’s battle had also hit him quite hard. “I’ll be sure to sing along as they recite it.” He teases, trying to hide his discomfort. You both sit there in silence for a moment, not wanting to show a sign of weakness talking about how much your bodies ache from the day’s activities. You can’t help but break the silence first.

“I don’t know how we’re expected to do all of this. My whole body aches, I’m unsure if I’ll be able to walk properly tomorrow!” You say, exasperated.

“You carried on just fine after all those nights I left you unable to walk…” He snickers, and you playfully push at his chest. 

“I’m being serious! This is a lot of pressure, so many people are relying on us, relying on me… I just don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this.” Your eyes land in your lap.

Astarion takes a softer tone, hating to see his love in such a melancholy mood. “Darling…” He sighs, his hand resting on your thigh. You flinch a little, your legs badly bruised. He is quick to notice this, and he begins to gently massage your thigh through the fabric, hoping to bring you some comfort. 

“You take on too much. I know you want to help, it’s a damn curse that you care so much, but we have to focus on taking care of ourselves for a bit. We spend so much time helping other people that I think you forget we have that hellish tadpole behind our eyes. We don’t have much time left, but I know we have enough for you to take a break. Please, you need to rest. You can’t solve everyone’s problems, especially when you can’t solve your own.” 

You find yourself on the verge of tears, trying to take in all these words that he would have never said to you before you became close. Hearing this from him, seeing this side of him, you know he’s serious and means every single word. He notices your silence, your closed-offness from the conversation, and he gently places his fingers on your chin, tilting your head up to meet his. 

“Promise me you’ll take a break? Only focus on the tadpole stuff for a bit?” He softly asks, his eyes switching between both of yours, looking for any sign of confirmation.

“Ok…” Is all you can breathe before he leans forward to hug you, both of your bodies trembling slightly from the bruises brought on from today. He pulls from you, placing soft kisses on your cheeks before a delicate one on your lips.

“I want to help you relax.” He offers, and you nod your head, trying to follow his words of advice about taking more time for yourself. He smiles as he moves down your body, slowly removing your trousers, leaving you in just your nightshirt and underwear. He tosses them off to the side, taking in the sight of your legs. He frowns before saying something in a low, rumbling, lustful tone.

“Oh Darling, those bruises should be from me.” 

He sighs before crawling between your legs, his hands caressing the sides of your thighs as he lifts your legs over his shoulders. Moving his hands up and down your thighs gently, he takes in the scent of your skin. A smile creeps on his face as your body shivers from his touch, already very eager for more. Knowing this, he decides to take his time, teasing you for as long as he can handle. His hands begin to curl around your thighs, his fingertips dragging along the inside curve of your thighs now.

“Gods, why have I been sleeping with that ratty old pillow when these have been here this whole time?” He growls, gripping your thighs a little tighter, holding them closer to his head. 

You let out a small gasp from both the pain and excitement from his touch. He’s massaging your thighs a little harder now, and you can’t help but let out small moans here and there, only encouraging him to continue. You throw your head back into the pillow, your hand on your mouth as he massages a particularly sore spot. Seeing this, he stops, waiting for you to meet his gaze again. Distraught from his lack of touching, you open your eyes and look down at him to see him gazing at you through his lashes.

“Don’t you ever hide those sounds from me, darling.” He purrs, a commanding tone in his voice. He reaches through your legs to remove your hand from your face, his hand trailing down your torso in a teasingly slow pace.

“I’m not even close to being done with you yet, I intend to make you sing all night. Your throat will be aching for ages…” His words are dripping with lust, and your heart races at his usage of those dirty double entendres. His hand slips between your legs, hooking around your left thigh again, bringing it closer to his face.

Maintaining eye contact with you, he licks a stripe up your leg, starting near the junction between your torso and thigh, ending all the way up to your knee. His breath tickles your skin as he chuckles, watching you shake from his attention. He does the same with your other thigh, making sure to go just a little bit slower to really drag out your slight frustration. Your chest feels tight as it rises and falls quickly, the sound of your panting becoming loud enough to be quietly heard from outside your tent. At this point, neither of you cared if anyone in the camp heard you; it wouldn’t be the first or last time they’d hear it. 

“Your body is so soft, so beautiful, so perfect. Your thighs-” He kisses the inside of your left thigh near your knee softly, his tongue tracing at your skin. As he continues to speak, he sloppily kisses down your thighs, panting from all this excitement he brought on himself. He laps at your skin like a wild, hungry animal, your legs a fresh, raw, succulent steak.  

“They are delectable, darling. ~mhm~ I just can’t get enough of them. ~mhm~ The knowledge that you get to have them, ~mhm~ that they’re part of you, ~mhm~ that you walk around with them ~mhm~ every day. ~mhm~ Gods, I envy you. ~mhm~ If I had legs these perfect, ~mhm~ I’d never ~mhm~ hide them ~mhm~ from the world. ~mhm~ Just the sight of you, ~mhm~ lounging on cushions, ~mhm~ your legs draped on each other, ~mhm~ the way your legs look so soft ~mhm~ and inviting… ~mhm~ It's a wonder how ~mhm~ I don’t just take you ~mhm~ right then and there. ~mhm~ You drive me crazy, ~mhm~ my love. ~mhm~”

He pulls away from your thighs, both of you so riled up that you feel as though the air has been knocked out of you. Your head is hot from all the blushing, all the flattering comments, all the kissing. His face is slightly flushed, his pupils blown out, his eyes brimming with both love and lust. He almost sounds drunk as he speaks, his voice nearly cracking at the thought of what he wishes to do to you next. Pleading, he lies his cheek on the inside of your right thigh. 

“Your thighs are so delicious. I just need a taste. Just a quick taste. Please.” You can’t deny him, not after how much pleasure he’s brought you without even touching you like that yet. You nod your head, and even though he appears desperate, he makes it clear that he’s still the one in charge, the one with the upper hand.

“If you want it, you’ve got to say it.” You whimper as he massages your leg, teasing you. 

“Yes! Gods, yes!” You breathlessly exclaim.

Without wasting a single second, he sinks his teeth into your left thigh, moaning as he bites harder into your soft flesh. You moan with him, the feeling of both pain and pleasure extremely stimulating. In all your excitement, you clamp your thighs together, almost crushing his head between them. He moans even louder, his hands pressing into your thighs, encouraging the pressure. Had your legs not already been bruised, you’re sure you’d have the shape of his hands in your skin for a few days after this. During all of this, you can feel his body moving, shaking… thrusting. If you weren’t already moaning, Gods only know how you’d react to the sight of him rolling, perhaps almost slamming, his hips into your bedroll as he drinks from you, his head clamped between your thighs.

As he drinks from your thigh, you feel the sharp stinging pain from the initial bite fading away, the tingling numbness taking its place. You can feel the blood leaving your body, and it feels different from how it usually does when it leaves your neck. It’s a new, exciting feeling, hard to compare to your neck as both give such different feelings of pleasure. 

You can feel him slowing down on drinking from your thigh, his throat thick with your blood, his moans slowly turning into needy little whimpers and whines. He pulls from your thigh, eagerly lapping up the blood that drips from the two puncture wounds. The sight of his desperation makes him look like he’s never had anything to drink before in his life. The pressure from your thighs around his head releases, your legs falling open as you relax. You both lie there together, his head resting on your right thigh and looking up at you as you both try to catch your breath. He goes to speak, his voice wavering as he still continues to pant, his body now full of more energy thanks to your blood.

“For a moment there, I couldn’t breathe at all. I thought about pushing your legs away from me to catch my breath, but then I realized that I could die happy knowing that my head was crushed between your luscious thighs.” 

You laugh, realizing how ridiculous his statement is, as well as how arousing it is too. He smiles, gently kissing the puncture wounds on your thigh again. Climbing on top of you, he nestles his hips between your legs, and you can feel just how much he enjoyed all of that. He leans over you, kissing you lightly, pulling back to gaze into your eyes. 

“Thank you.” You quietly say, brushing his hair out of his face. Your hand caresses his cheek, feeling how warm he is with all your blood rushing through his body. 

“No, thank you. And besides, don’t think we’re done just yet, my love.” He gives you a knowing look, cocking his eyebrow. “I want to be the main reason you can’t walk tomorrow.” 

Before anything else can be said, you hungrily grab his face, his lips crashing on to yours. Your legs wrap around his waist, drawing his body closer, his chest grinding into yours. The night wanders on, your tent rustling, full of moans and panting breaths, two people utterly, embarrassingly in love. 

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Author’s Note:

GUYS. Ok think back to that one scene where he drinks from Tav for the first time. You guys remember that one line of dialogue that happens if you persuade him off of you? “Mhh? Oh, of course. That - that was amazing.” His little whimper. His gulp. His panting. That one line alone was such a huge inspiration for how I wrote this, I need you all to know that that’s basically what he sounds like during most of this fic. Do with that information what you will- 

(Also this is probably the closest I'll ever get to writing smut. I don’t feel 100% comfortable writing smut, but I hope you guys enjoy the moments like these as much as I do!!)

Sub Lucifer x Dom reader

(No pronouns used) - TW: eating out(char receiving) + overstimulation + Handjob + Bitemarks + Begging + Mentions of safeword(only once) + fingering MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!

____________________________________________________________ Lucifer, who was bent over his desk, was getting eaten out by a mere human. His meeting was just in a few minutes but here he was. a crying, sobbing, moaning mess under his mere lover, His hoarse voice from screaming was barely heard by the lewd sound of his Lover's tongue eating him out, His long nails scratching his wooden desk making marks, His begs of "please!" or "no more!" were heard but he never spoke the safe word, Lucifer gasped while his eyes widened when he felt his lover's hand wrapped around his leaking red cock, The feeling of his Lover's tongue and his lover's hand working on his body was enough to make him cum for the third time, His arms desperately tried grabbing your wrist to stop but for you to only pin it back on the desk making him more sensitive than before, His mind fogs up forgetting about the whole meeting thing, Feeling his lover's tongue being removed from his hole making him let out a high-pitch whine that doesn't match up to his prideful appearance, making him feel empty but that feeling disappears when he feels your 2 digits feeling him up making him scream, His grip on the desk tightened until your fingers move, it didn't take him long enough for him to cum again, He lost count of how many times he came only caring about the pleasure you gave him, His whole body looking like he got mauled by a tiger, You finally removed your hands from his shivering messy body looking at your beautiful pretty boy. The only sounds were the soft heavy panting from Lucifer, Your pretty boy forgot everything about the meeting Oh how hard it will be to come up with an excuse. ______________________________________________________________

RIDICULOUS (x.t)

xavier thorpe x reader (no pronouns mentioned)

summary: reader is wednesday's cousin, or rather, uncle fester's child. you have transferred to nevermore, and on your first week, you meet someone. this turns into forming a secret alliance wednesday can't know.

reader has the same powers as uncle fester (electricity)

Being around people who stare at you like your some animal zoo wasn’t really on my list, especially when they’re the same kind as you. An outcast or, a so called freak. I would’ve enjoyed this more if I did something terrible. But for some reason these people love peculiar blood lines.

I exit the door to the school indoors, and there I enter the quad. Where every student of monsters imaginable hang out. I loathe the gossips, but love the stares. Everyone turned their heads to me, then there was silence. I look around to muster in the atmosphere. It’s not that I think highly of myself. It’s just they make me feel highly than what they are. I felt a dark aura behind me, making its way next to me. I turn to my side, “Wednesday, my beloved cousin.” I turn my head back to the students, smiling, not at them but at her presence.

She has always made me feel wanted and seen, though we had different interests, she never failed to make me feel fit in.

“Y/n, it’s lovely to see you again.” Her hands clinged together, hanging down.

Her voice monotone, though I know her words were sincere. “How is the first week in this hellhole full of surprises?” She asked, sounding almost displeased. I sigh, not upset in any case. “Surprisingly good. Though my roommate appears to be a no-sleep enjoyer.” She hums, raising her eyebrows.

Silence fell after that, but then a familiar platinum blond, with colorful tips comes hopping our way. “Y/n, hope you don’t mind me borrowing Wednesday from you.” She smiles excitedly.

I return her kind smile, “No not at all, you may take her.” I see Wednesday look uncomfortable, but she let it happen. “Thank you!” Edin holds Wednesday by her shoulder, as they walk away to a bench. I walk to a pillar next to a wall art, standing beside the pillar. I felt electricity fuzz on my shoulder, making me flinch. I step back to see who it was

“What the…”— He looks down my size.—“Oh”

I hum, seeing the man. Tall, tall enough to be a tree, hair tied up, miserable eye bags, chiseled face. “No sorry? I apologize, I didn’t see you’s?” He raises his eyebrows, with a confused yet maintained calm tone. “Have you heard me say anything?” I respond, which he raises his eyebrows at this. He licks the inside of his cheek, muttering a silent Alright. He seemed used to it.

He turns around, and continued on painting the wall, the crow impressively detailed. He coated its background with a different shade of blue. I stare, blankly following his every move. “Please stop looking, I can feel your eyes,” The man lets out a breathy chuckle, still focused on the painting. My face hardens by the feeling of getting caught.

“My apologies.” I clutch on the bind of the book I was holding.

I didn’t give him time to say something, not that I was expecting him to. I turned around and went in a different turn of the quad.

Though I didn’t see it, he smiled unevenly when I apologized.

━ ━ ━✦❘༻༺❘✦━ ━ ━

"Do you know where it is?" Wednesday ask in a stern, yet eager voice. "Of course. Dad always told me stories about this school." Her eyes practically glew when I said that. "Will you please show me?" She blurted. "It's in that secret headquarters full of Nightshade wanna be's. " I slowly walk up the stairs, making sure my voice was low. She nods, satisfied with my answer. "I need you and Thing to get it for me. Weems has me on a radar right now." She stops next to the railings, looking at me. "Do you mind?" I smile at her, shaking my head a no "I don't mind , Wednesday". "Thank you." She whispers. As I look around, I saw Xavier looking at the both of us from the other side of the railings. My face turns stoic, as I inhale sharply.

"So I just snap two times?" I asked Wednesday. "Yes, you'll need this." She confirms, handing me a flashlight. Thing crawls on my shoulder, giving me a thumbs up. Got it I responded. I face the statue, snapping two times. The statue slowly moved backwards, revealing a spiral staircase on the right side. I checked to look at my back. Wednesday was already gone. I exhale, walking to the stairs, the dark room full of paintings and the smell of old books greeted me. I point my flashlight to the wall, seeing every painting of whom I assume to be the parents of these students, which I familiarly recognize.

Unfortunately my father, didn’t possess the academic aptitude to be here, but I am grateful to be filled with his knowledge about this school, and letting me experience it at least.

My whole body shivers in joy seeing the Nightshade logo on the floor. Pure ecstasy erupted in me. Finally happy to see one of the best stories my father has ever told me, right in front of me. I keep my pace slow, paranoid by the idea of getting caught, but either way, what bliss. I could feel Thing patiently waiting on my shoulder. Suddenly, I hear something shift behind me. I had the instinct to turn around and flash out electricity on my finger, not yet zapping the said noise. "Woah━ woah." The man raises his arms up in the air, moving backwards. "Xavier?" I say breathly, whilst my eyes wide open. I slowly lower my hand, the electricity disappearing on my finger tips. We both pause. A minute of taking heavy breaths. Now that we're all alone, under this dim light, he looks good. Genuinely good. His hair not tied up in a man bun was a foreign sight to see. He was the first one to break the silence. "What are you doing here?" Brows furrowed, voice shaky. I blink profusely, thinking of an answer. Usually I'm great with lying, even at the most unbelievable situations. But right now, I can't just discard him away or say that I was exploring the school. Fuck.

My mouth opens, then it closes again. "Exploring. I couldn't sleep." I say. I try to ignore his eyes. Clearly doubting my excuse. "How did you get in? Not many people can." He asks. I subtly smile "Do you think of me as stupid?" I muse, tilting my head. He stiffens in his position "No━I just━ Forget it, I'm sorry." He rubs the back of his neck. "No worries," I blankly say, hiding my laugh. My eyes look around the room, seeing the painting that hides the treasure Wednesday desires. I make my way to it, not caring that he was still behind me. "What are you looking for?" He follows behind me. "This is none of your business." I hold the side of the painting, opening it like a door. "What the hell.." He says in awe. I hadn't even realize it, but Thing was now nowhere in my sight. "Thing?" I call out for him. "Wait, what? What are really here for, Y/n?" His voice now serious. I inhale deeply in exasperation. Turning around, I fuse electricity on my finger, pointing it at him. "Dare to speak a word of this and I will electrocute you in your bath." I threatened, slowly walk towards him. He looks at the blue fuzzing thing on my finger. "Okay, I won't. What can I do to help?" I sigh in annoyance once again, and I think he got the idea, but still stayed. "I prefer to commit theif crime alone." Thing signed, agreeing with me. "Would you rather me tell on Weems?" It's his turn to threaten me now. Though it didn't do much. "She'll lose one of the most rarest outcast, then." I smugly reply. "Trust me no one here needs you," I could hear his smile through those words. I ignore him, and proceeded to do what I was told to do. "Thing, open the safe please." I ordered Thing, and like that he obliged. "Hey, I don't think we're supposed to open that safe." Xavier peers, concerned of some sort. "Then leave." I bent down to the size of the painting or rather, safe. It opened swiftly, revealing the book I needed. I softly gasp, grabbing the book. Flipping through the pages. The pages contain different kinds of beasts. The man behind me slowly made his way next to me, interested in my discovery. My eyes widen as I saw the beast my cousin has been obsessed with. "That's the thing I keep on dreaming about," His voice low. My brows knit together, turning my head to his face level. "You've seen this before?" I ask in curiosity. He nods, "Yeah. I've been drawing them too, it's been on my mind for so long. It's fucking me up." He covers his mouth, faltering his eyes at mine. There was a pause, but then I turned around to look back at the book. I sharply close it, emitting a sound. I grab my bag, putting the book inside. "Thank you, Thing." I looked at the moving hand. Thing crawls back on my shoulder, making himself comfy. "Y'know, you might get caught, right?" Xavier puts his hands inside his jean pockets. "Yes, and the idea excites me." I reply coldly. Xavier snickers at this. "Let's go before anyone notices we're gone." I said. He nods, letting me walk up the stairs first, his tall figure following me behind. We made it out the underground place, and I immediately turn to a different path, but I was abruptly stopped by a hand holding tightly on my wrist. I look at his hand and up at him. "What?" I ask. "Do you have a phone, or are you just like your cousin?" He chuckles lowly. I straighten my position, raising my eyebrows. 'I prefer to be old schooled." I replied. "Letters?" He breathed. Well he catch on quick. "Yes. Why?" pure confusion runs my head. "Expect letters under your door." He drops my hand, now pointing at me. "I'll be ready with a lighter to burn them." I muse once again. "Is that a yes?" He pushed further on. This boy is ridiculous. I nod slowly, I could see and hear his smile through the darkness. "Goodnight Y/n."

Last Meal

Crowley x GN!Reader (AFAB anatomy)

18 Plus ONLY / Requests are OPEN

Summary: Crowley really, really, likes to eat you out.

CW: smut, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, light praise, overstim, oral sex

Gomens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick

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Overstimulation is poking at your nerves like a tingling, hot iron. You’ve cum three times already, and Crowley is desperate to get you a fourth, or maybe even a fifth- if you didn’t just give out before that point. 

The first time had been soft and loving, his tongue laving over your clit and fingers buried deep inside your sopping cunt until you fell apart over him. You’d been stressed out, what with all of the nonsense happening at work and with the fact that the world had almost descended into chaos. It was no wonder you were stressed. Good thing Crowley knew a thing or two about how to distract you.

He’d brought you into his office, sat you down on the desk and him in his chair, and pushed your legs open to take a load off of that stress for you, so to speak. Soft circles brushed into your thigh and little breaths of cold air on your clit to make you needy. He didn’t keep you waiting long before he was tracing blasphemous prayers into your clit. 

You came like that once, and after that, he’d added another finger and held you down by the tummy to wring another orgasm out of you- you whined and jerked against his hold as he talked you through it. Telling you how good you were, and how much he loved to see you come apart for him. All for him. 

You’d came hard and fast, gasping and arching your back off the desk. He’d given you one of those signature grins and pressed kisses down your tummy, down your hip and towards the inside of your thighs, forcing you to open them up for him. 

The third time he’d made you cum took a little longer, the overstimulation taking longer to get over. You were gasping and writhing on the desk as he wrapped his lips over your clit and sucked it into his mouth, split tongue flicking hard and fast against your sensitive bundle of nerves. He didn’t let up until you cried out in pleasure and yanked hard at his hair, keeping him there in that spot as you rode his face and worked yourself through your bordering-on-painful orgasm.

And now he had his tongue buried inside you, long and flexible, licking at your walls and shooting pleasure up your spine. 

“Fuck, Crowley- I- I don’t think I can,” you cry, trying your best to squirm away from his tongue.

He chuckles and pulls you closer by the hips, practically mashing his nose into your clit. You mewl, arching away. Of course, this only proved to bump his nose against you again. 

His tongue starts moving inside you as if possessed, Crowley trying to stick the forked appendage inside you as far as possible. He eats you as if it’s his last meal on Earth, and he brings a thumb down over your hip to rub back and forth over your clit without mercy. 

You cry out louder this time, unable to contain the noises that were escaping you as he forced you closer and closer to that edge. Fuck, you might actually be able to cum again. No, scratch that, you were definitely going to cum again. 

“F-fuck, Crowley, I- nngh, oh-” 

Hips wriggle on the desk, slick and spit trailing down your folds to stain the table. You pant and moan as he works you like a master pianist- knowing exactly which keys to tap to wring out the most divine music from you.

You manage to lean yourself up on your elbows to get a good look at Crowley, and that’s what pushes you over the edge. Those yellow-slitted eyes looking up at you so hungrily, so unabashedly. He looks ravenous, feasting at you like if he doesn’t make you cum right now he might simply pass away. 

Waves of pleasure take you all at once, roiling inside like crashing waves in a storm. You’re vaguely aware of the fact that your head hits the desk again with a soft thud. You’re also vaguely aware of the way your entire body is convulsing with the pleasure of your fourth orgasm. 

He works you through it, tongue raking every single modicum of pleasure from you. The stimulation grows to be too much, and you press your foot to his shoulder to force him off you. 

He chuckles deeply, pussy drunk on the taste of your spend. He nuzzles against your thigh, trailing a finger down your slit and revelling in the whimper it draws from you. 

He giggles- actually giggles- and gives your thigh a light slap.

“Mmn,” he says, licking his lips. “Always so good for me.” 

“Always,” you pant back with a giggle.

Listen listen I know I have requests to get to but hear me out on Ass eating with GETO, Oh god it’s so hot. Lowkey some of you might be weirded out which is okay But it’s okay because it’s suguru and suguru is pretty. SMUT AND NASTY

Just imagine how lately he’s been hinting for it lately, dropping that it would probably feel amazing but who knows? When you’re both watching porn together to get going, he “accidentally” clicks a video involving it and says you both should watch a little out of curiosity, you don’t think anything of it.

He thinks you haven’t noticed the little shifts of his body whilst you watch it, it’s definitely stirring him up.

You who gets fed up with Suguru beating around the bush so you outright ask him if he’d like to try it, you lie and say it’s been on your mind lately. He jumps at the opportunity but not too much, he needs to remain calm.

You who’s sat behind him while he’s on all fours, taking your hand you push on his upper back to a nice arch. He’s waiting so patiently it’s adorable, you slide his sweat pants off the curve of his ass all the way to the back of his knees.

His cock is half hard with all your ministrations. Not wasting any more time you spread his ass and lick a stripe from the bottom to the top, his whole body shivers in your hold and a moan slips from his lips. You love that reaction and crave more, you begin doing the same thing over and over, and he fucking loves it.

Loud groans fill the room, Suguru’s body feels so good and his cock is now leaking precum, you take it a step further and press your tongue inside his hole, he nearly jumps and another mewl comes from him.

Suguru takes a shaky hand to his cock and begins stroking himself furiously, with your tongue fingering him and his needy cock he’s feeling on cloud nine.

Next thing you know he’s stuttering out how amazing it feels, how good you are and a few more strokes of his cock he’s cumming all over your shared bed with a yelp.

Make up sex w tokio hotel🤗

No pacific pronouns, can be seen as any gender. requests open<3

2008 n up will make a 2023 one

Bill

We all know bill is hella scary when he's mad, so you'd back down but he'd still be mad.

Definitely would curse at you in German

Would say "Scheiße" a lot

Definitely would run his hand through his hair and sigh..🤗 lawd have mercy

"I'm holding myself back for you, liebe. Please do not test me right now.”

Would sing LOUD ASF and pretend he couldn't hear you. When you would try to talk to him he would sing even louder.

"Bill! I am talking to you, don't act like you can't fucking hear me!"

You'd get enough you'd kiss him to shut him up.

Now..

He'd definitely degrade you a lot. No doubt.

He'd even call you his fuck toy and doll.

"Hm? You wanna cum? No, you decided to be a fucking bitch this morning, so now your gonna take me like the slut you are."

If you'd beg him he would pretend to think and then say no.☠️

Tom

He's scary but not that scary as Bill.

He would definitely like chuckle angrily and move around a lot.

"I'm a asshole? What's new, its not like I never heard that word come out of someone's mouth."

Would play his guitar to cool down. If you tried to talk to him he would lose it.

He'd say; "What? Are you coming back to bitch at me?' In German and then scoff and continue playing.

He would definitely try to play his guitar aggressive and loudly and then be like "I can't hear you." Knowing damn well he can😒.

He would also put on music and pretend he can't hear you. He wouldn't care when you came in the room he made his practice room in your house.

You would get enough and crash your lips onto his, and it would get more heated.

Touching on your waist a lot.🤭

"Hm? What was that? You wanna cum? Nuh uh, you were being a bitch earlier and now you wanna cum? No, your gonna sit here and let me use this tight hole."

Georg

Bro

This mf is imitating when he's mad omfg..

He would say nothing and let you yell at him, he would death stare at while sitting there all imitating n shit😭

"Look, you know what, l'm just gonna go upstairs and play on my guitar."

You'd get so fucking heated omg

"Georg are you serious?! You do this every fucking argument! You go huddle yourself in your practice room, and at like nothing is wrong!"

He would slam his practice door room and you'd bust right back in. "Georg Listing! Who the fuck you think are you slamming this fucking door in my face!"

You would be yelling at him and he would get enough and put his guitar down and walk up to you with that imitating ass look omg 😭you'd start backing up while stuttering on your words🫢.

You'd back onto his table and he'd put his hands on the side of the table. "I'm so fucking sick of your yapping."

And then he would kiss you aggressively while y'all moving y'all's heads to the sides.

He would grab the hair tie off your arm because you kept it there for him when he needed one, and he tied his hair in a ponytail.

Would praise you! Also would kinda grip your hair.. 🤗

"So good for me, very good for me." He said while grabbing your hair while he face fucked you. He would definitely lay you on the table in his practice room while fucking the emotions out of u.

Gustav

He would get so mad at a point every sentence he speaks has a curse word in it.

He would take off his hat in frustration and run his fingers through his hair and then put it back on.🤭

“Schatz will you—“

You’d be so mad you wouldn’t hear him calling you and then he just screamed at you💔.

“SCHATZ! I’m not dealing with this right now!! I had a long day with the band, and I’m tired! Leave me!”

He’d storm off and go play his drums HELLA LOUD and fast.

You open the door and slammed it and then went off at him. You know he couldn’t hear you well, but it was a good stress reliever to get everything out that’s been bothering you.

You got so mad and then left. You knew he wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

He come back later after showering and cooling down and lay in bed with you. He would start kissing your neck and rubbing all over. “Liebe..I’m sorry for yelling at you..”

You couldn’t help but cry, because Gustav never raised his voice at you, ever. If you did he wouldn’t, he never liked having arguments with you.

He would hear you and turn you over and immediately get sad. “No no no..liebe…” He would at in such a sad voice. He would kiss all over you and wipe your tears.

Then..he kisses your lips and you didn’t wanna pull anyway and it became more heated🤭.

He would praise the fuck out of you😭

“Your so beautiful meine liebe..I’m obsessed.”

Missionary, he wanna see how good he’s fucking his baby. He will definitely pound harder when he feels you tightening around him.

He would go to fucking crazy and he would have no choice but to degrade you.

“Fuck, your gonna cum? Your gonna cum huh? That’s right baby, come on this dick, come on this fucking dick like the slut you are!”

that was a roller coaster 🫢

hello everyone!! i had this account for a year but never posted omg😭. i have a huge passion for writing but not as much as i love dancing! but u kinda get it!

i am currently accepting requests, but i will make on what to NOT request for them!!

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WARNINGS ?! Possessiveness, obsessive behavior !

Yandere! Alpha who never really cared for anything until you came. A transfer student.

Yandere! Alpha was immediately mesmerized by your charisma. He was surprised to find out that you were an alpha too. Maybe you two could be friends? 'Do you want to be friends?'

Yandere! Alpha spent most of his time with you. He liked talking with you—you were just so interesting.

Yandere! Alpha who was in first denial when he found out he liked you. I mean how could he like another alpha? He only likes you as a friend, right?

Yandere! Alpha started becoming possessive towards you. He hated it when your friends took away the attention that was meant to be for him.

Yandere! Alpha did his best to split you and your friends apart, just so he could comfort you afterward. 'They don't deserve you—you're better than them. Don't let them get to you, okay?'

Yandere! Alpha was ecstatic when you said you'll help him in his studies. An opportunity to spend more time with you!

Yandere! Alpha never cared for his academics until he found out you liked smart guys. He studied day and night just to be as intelligent as you—so you can praise him for his progress!

Yandere! Alpha purposely tells the wrong answer when you're studying together so he could spend more time with you. 'Hm... I don't quite understand this part.'

Yandere! Alpha who just seems to can't get enough of you! You were just so sweet and kind. The world doesn't deserve to see your mesmerizing beauty!

Yandere! Alpha who keeps begging you to stay at his place whenever you guys finish your study sessions. He kept begging you every night 'til you finally agreed. 'What should we do first? I have a lot in mind!'

Been obsessed with the trope of alpha x alpha lately so...

I hope you enjoyed this! Sorry if there's grammar mistakes, english isn't my first language and this was just a short idea! <3

Why do i need pronouns?

So you can talk about me in the third person?

I don’t think so bitch

Reasons to Keep a Spare Hairtie

Gaming x Gender Neutral Reader

No pronouns - Romantic - Drabble - Fluff

Word Count: 550

“Aw, man!”

You turn, curious and surprised. Gaming hardly ever acted so down. As you turn on your heel, you can’t help the puff of laughter that escapes your lips at the sight of his usually neatly tied hair covering his face.

“Trying something new?” You tease, approaching to inspect the issue. Gaming blows air through his lips, lifting a brown tuft from his face momentarily.

“Ha ha,” He laughs dryly, before giggling sincerely. “My hair tie broke. And of course I left my headband at home today, so I guess I’ll just have to make do,”

You hum in consideration, secretly taking a moment to admire the way his hair drapes over his shoulders and forehead when down. Although, you did miss seeing the red undertone that was made visible by his usual style.

Watching Gaming try to tuck the fluffy hair behind his ears felt like watching a puppy try to find its way out of a big blanket. Cute, but very much making you feel obligated to help. Each time he managed to clear his face, the fluffy stands would pop back in front of him within seconds.

“Turn around,” you say warmly, tracing a loop with your forefinger to indicate the motion. Gaming stares at you for a moment, evidently wondering what for. However, it doesn’t take another second before he relinquishes control, turning so his back is to you.

You push his shoulder lightly until he sits down on the stone ledge under him. Gently, you scoop the soft brown hair from around his neck and face and pull it back into a ponytail.

Your fingers don’t linger long enough to feel the heat that erupts from his cheeks.

“You’re lucky I have a spare hair tie on me. With how fluffy your hair is, you’d look like a lion by the end of the day,”

“Yeah, lucky,” the dreamy quality in his voice catches you off guard. Promptly, you distract yourself from the skip of your heart with the task at hand.

You find your hands slowing more than necessary, and you take your time brushing your fingers through the fine strands of his hair. Briefly, you wonder what his hair might smell like. You scold the thought before you bury it.

You step around to face him once you let yourself finish, smiling as you admire your handiwork.

"There, now you can see, and you don't look like a mop," Gaming chuckles and rubs the back of his neck bashfully at your joking.

"Wow, thanks! It feels pretty good, and I bet it looks way better than what I do for my day-to-day," He carefully feels around his head to appreciate your work. "Hey, let me treat you to dim sum! As payment for your expert styling skills,"

"Gaming, you've paid for my dim sum the last three times, just let me pay already!" You try to argue as you follow him but know it's practically useless.

"Nope! You worked hard and you deserve a reward!" He's started into a light jog now, and you know that if you let him get ahead, he'll order and pay before you even arrive at the restaurant.

Speeding up, you feel a smile lift with the butterflies in your stomach, and as you run after the beaming lion boy, you can't help but wonder if he feels the same.

is this anything

Unspoken

I might come back and revise this, as I'm not sure I'm completely happy with it, but hey-ho!

Inspired by my constant earache.

Wordcount: 2390

Pairings: Legolas x you

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It had been a long, hard night – that was for certain. You hadn’t got through completely unscathed as there were bruises developing and a few cuts here and there, but at least you still had your life.

As dawn broke, it was a relief as you saw the calvary upon the hill, racing down in their thousands. And that was your mistake - allowing yourself to be distracted, before something cracked into your skull and the world went black.

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Slowly, the world came back into view, albeit in flashes at first. Spurts of light in a field of darkness before it all faded away once more. As the world focused more in front of your eyes, you realized you were in one of the great halls of the keep, which now seemed to be a makeshift clinic. Cots were lined up across the floor, all filled with a wounded soldier, now including yourself.

Then it struck you what was off. There must’ve been hundreds of others in here, there must’ve been chatter, moans of pain, the scuff of boots on the concrete floor but to you there was nothing but ringing – high-pitched ringing, everything muffled behind it.

You shot up, hoping the rapid movement would make the high-pitched tone clear and things would return to normal. Unsurprisingly, it achieved nothing. A hand suddenly gripped your shoulder and you flinched – turning your head to see Legolas sat beside you, uncharacteristically crossed legged, but with a relieved smile on his face. You stared blankly at him, seeing his lips move but no words reached your ears through the barrier of ringing. Slowly, his smile dropped into a frown when you hadn’t responded. His hand squeezed your shoulder and his lips moved again.

“I…” You hesitated. Thinking it was one thing but saying it out loud… “I can’t hear you. I can’t… There’s just ringing.”

He leaned in closer to you, his lips moving frantically. You leant back and rubbed your left ear. You weren’t sure why. Your fingertips came back with tacky blood and you looked back up at the elf – you didn’t need to hear at that moment to know there was concern in his voice, the alarm in his eyes said it all. Your heart began to race – you’d be useless to everyone now in the quest they’d set out upon. You could try to adapt, of course you could, you were an exceptional fighter, but it would take time to learn. Time you or anyone else didn’t have right now...

Firm hands grasped both of your shoulders – you realized you’d been staring off into the distance as your mind raced with all the implications. The sudden touch forced you to look at him. Legolas smiled - you imagined he’d hoped it was reassuring. His lips moved again, maybe more slowly than they had previously, but you shook you head. “I can’t understand you” Were you shouting? Maybe you were shouting.

He paused, a thoughtful look on his face before he gave a slight nod. Legolas opened his arms wide and then almost seemed to hug the air, trying to encompass it all within his arms, before pointing to the right. You stared at him, confused. Was he quite well…? He smiled, before repeating his movements, two, three times, before something clicked in your mind.

“Are you trying to say it’ll be all right?”

Legolas nodded enthusiastically, delighted that you’d put together his performance. He got to his feet and then held his hands out flat in front of him, pulling them back smoothly before throwing them forward. Was he telling you to wait there? Where would you even go? You nodded, “I’ll wait…?” He beamed, before striding out of the hall at great speed.

You reluctantly laid back down on the cot and stared at the ceiling. Maybe if you closed your eyes you could pretend it was just you in this room…

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before Aragorn appeared above you, a gentle smile upon his face. He looked weary and wounded, but it was good to see the man in one piece. The ranger offered you his hand and helped you to sit up before he knelt next to you.

Aragorn opened his mouth as if to say something and then stopped, perhaps realizing it would be pointless. He then smiled again and tucked his hair behind his ear and cupped it, then he gestured to your own. Ever the gentleman, asking permission.

You nodded and turned your head, soon after you felt his fingers brush your hair away and lightly pull at your ear lobe in inspection. You stared into the hall, watching some of the women distributing water and food a couple of rows up from you, willing yourself to hear a single word through that awful ringing.

After a moment or two Aragorn moved onto your other ear. You noticed his fingers also came back with that sticky, almost dried blood but he didn’t seem alarmed by its presence. He leaned back and nodded, before squeezing your hand in reassurance.

Legolas soon returned, clutching a scrap of parchment, an ink well and a quill of all things – you couldn’t think of where he’d obtained those in the aftermath of all that had occurred last night. He laid it all down on the floor, uncorked the ink well and dipped the quill, looking expectantly at the ranger. Aragorn’s lips began to move and Legolas began to transcribe in his beautiful calligraphy. It felt like an agonizingly long wait before the elf held up the parchment for you to read.

Aragorn believes that the cause of your hearing loss is due to your eardrums being burst. Do you recall any injury?

You nodded. “I think I took a hit to the head.”

Aragorn’s lips moved once more and Legolas scribbled.

That would cause such an injury. To his knowledge, these heal after some rest and the hearing will return in the next few days.  

You nodded, before Aragorn’s next words made Legolas frown ever so slightly, but the years together had made you an expert at reading his face.

Aragorn suggests we move you to more private quarters whilst you heal.

“No. I don’t want any special treatment.” You directed your words straight at the ranger. In turn, he replied directly to you.

He wouldn’t give you it, but it’s for your safety. It’ll only be for a little while until your hearing returns. I know you won’t like it, but I agree.

You gave Legolas a hard stare for that one. He quickly jotted down another word in response.

Please?

“Fine, but only until I get some hearing back.” You conceded, reluctant but you knew they’d eventually get their way, somehow or another. “And I’m not being there completely alone – I’d expect you all to join me.”

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You’d settled into a small side room and you had got your wish of company – Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas all joining you. Well, Aragorn always seemed to be up half the night and Legolas varied between how much he wanted. The room was small, so there was little distance between the bed rolls but he’d set his up next to yours and seemed to settle down only to encourage you to do so. Gimli, however, had never seemed so well-rested since this whole journey had begun.

After the joy of seeing Gandalf once more, you settled into a bit of a routine. Day by day, the ringing subsided substantially but everything else still sounded like it was submerged under water. There wasn’t much to do to pass the time – you begged them to give you busy jobs that wouldn’t involve conversation and you could just put your head down and get on with them. One of the days you had accomplished little else than gather blunt blades from the battle and set about them with a whet stone. You’d insisted that this was something you could tackle on your own, but that didn’t stop Legolas appearing by your side constantly through the day. He’d also obtained more parchment and they all took turns noting things down in order to make you feel involved, which you appreciated but it made for awfully stilted conversation. Aragorn made you hot compresses – he’d tried to get you to take some herbs for the pain but you’d declined. There were far more injured men than you who needed the relief, but that didn’t stop him noting every time you winced.

You sensed some tension between Aragorn and Gandalf on the third day – the scowls on both of their faces said enough. The ringing had finally ceased altogether but sounds of the world continue to be muffled beyond comprehension despite how much you strained. You pestered Legolas and Gimli to tell you what about when you were alone in the room that evening, but the elf kept tapping on a previously written sentence.

 It’s nothing for you to worry about.

“You’re not being fair, if you’ve heard something you need to tell me.” You’d pestered, “It’s upsetting enough that I can’t hear, but now that you are keeping secrets from me…”

Legolas’ brow furrowed as there was an exchange of words between the elf and the dwarf. Then he began writing – though you could note a slight reluctance.

Gandalf wants to move on to Isengard. Aragorn refuses until you can accompany us.

“No, I told him that I don’t want any special treatment.” You protested. “You should be gone already!”

This is why I was reluctant to tell you. Aragorn has made his choice and we stick by him. The Fellowship is already splintered enough.

“Where is he?” You stood up, determined to confront the ranger but the elf’s hand grasped your wrist and pulled you firmly back down – luckily the impact cushioned by the bed roll. Your reflexes were usually much better than that but your balance had been somewhat off, something Aragorn had assured would right itself as your ear drums healed.

One hand kept a tight hold of your wrist as he scribbled down on the parchment.

Please. I am not going to transcribe an argument. We will go as soon as you are well enough. Truth be told, Aragorn needs the rest as well. I’m sure it’ll only be a day or two more, if you are patient.

Patience had never been your strong suit. In fact, it had taken you years to learn it and not act on a whim, but you’d been told – and rightly so – that if you wanted to fight you had to tolerate it.

“Fine,” you grumbled, admitting defeat. You laid down and faced the wall, pettily. “Goodnight, then.”

You woke sometime later, but it was hard to tell exactly how long. There was a small slit in the stonework so you could tell it was still dark. You must’ve rolled over in your sleep as you were now facing back into the room and could see Gimli’s slumbering form in the other corner, his chest rising and falling heavily. You were sure he must be snoring. Aragorn’s bed roll was unoccupied, but that wasn’t really a surprise. Apparently he was often found late at night with his pipe, staring up into the night sky in contemplation and did not wish to be disturbed. Besides you, about a metre away, was Legolas – lying poker straight on his bed roll, his arms crossed across his chest and his eyes firmly closed. You weren’t sure how that was comfortable – you’d always slept on your side, an arm under your head as a pillow.

Trying to get comfortable again, you rolled back over to face the wall but your mind no longer seemed to be tired. Instead, dark thoughts swirled around – what if your hearing remained at this level? Aragorn couldn’t hold back forever, and you were still mad that he’d delayed their departure this far due to you. They’d have to leave you eventually, though. You would surely only be a nuisance as communication would go, and though you could still swing a sword around - you’d tried the day you’d sharpened all the blades – you hadn’t accounted for your balance. It had taken time for you to learn how to fight with two swords, but even just with one the weight felt terribly off, and when you’d lunged forward in a thrust technique, you’d nearly gone head-first into the wall.

You were determined, you knew you were – you’d always accomplished everything you’d set your mind to but it had always taken time, and that was something you were very aware was becoming limited. Tears burned at your eyes and you swallowed, before rubbing furiously at them with your hand.

Suddenly, an arm slipped around your waist and you jumped before relaxing at a familiar touch – Legolas. He pulled you over and onto his chest, squeezing your hand. Your head was flat on his chest and you’d missed the sound of his heartbeat, only to feel something different. Vibrations tickled your cheek and you thought he must be singing in a quiet, bass tone. Your heart skipped at his comfort – it was far too dark in there for him to write down reassuring notes when he heard your distress. You squeezed his hand back in a thank you, pushing the unhelpful thoughts deep down in your mind as you concentrated on the comforting pulsations…

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You awoke the next morning in the same position, but aware something else was very different to what the last few days had entailed. Although slightly dulled, you could hear grunting. You sat up in shock and stared at Gimli.

“What is it?” Legolas’ soft voice came from behind you. You turned back to him and he frowned, reaching for the parchment. “Sorry…” he mumbled, forgetting himself.

“I can hear Gimli snoring!” You beamed. “It’s not as clear as a bell, but I can hear him. And I can hear you!” You were giddy.

“You can?” Legolas smiled in return, reaching for you and pulling you closer. “That is wonderful news, though I have one regret. For you see, I had rather hoped these words would be the first you’d hear…”

He leant in and whispered three words into your ear that made your face flush.

Sub!Ayato x Dom!reader

(Had this in my drafts) TW: sub!ayato + fingering + baby girl ayato?? + bondage + gentle reader + nipple play) (No pronouns used) Ayato was displayed in front of you, tied arms and legs to the bed frames revealing his leaking cock and hole to your view. "What a beautiful sight." You couldn't help but slightly chuckle at the sight of you, A pink hue colored over Ayato's cheek seeing you stare down at him. You started to walk towards him, grabbing the lube from the cabinet and coating your fingers properly. You sat in between of his open legs. Your fingers started to slowly sink into his pink puffy hole causing soft gasps. "Fuck, your so tight." You muttered, feeling his walls greedily suck your fingers deeper into him causing more adorable gasps and moans to leave his mouth. "I..-.. Mhh, fuck yes~" Ayato threw his head back from the overwhelming pleasure, His light blue hair messily spread against the white pillows, Your fingers started to go in a gentle pace letting him get used to your digits being inside of him. "Such a pretty boy.." You purred, gently gliding your other hand on his inner thigh, squeezing or sometimes letting your fingernails put their mark there. Earning a choked gasp from the feeling of your fingernails gently poking on his inner thigh and your other hand snugged in his sensitive hole. "S-so..~ full!" Ayato let out a choke gasp sounding close to a whimper from the overwhelming feeling of your digits fitting snugly in his whole. His cock twitched feeling close to a orgasm from just your fingers alone. Your fingers started to move again.. hitting that sweet spot causing his hole to greedily wrap around your fingers. Ayato's eyes shut tight as he let's out multiple strings of moans and whines.. squirming and thrashing under you just for the slightest pleasure. His pink puffy nipples perky for your view allowing your other hand to just start tugging and rubbing your index and thumb over the puffy nipples. He lets out a soft sob from the pleasure. His blue beautiful eyes were damp with tears and fogged with pleasure, It wasn't long before he started cumming on himself and the sheets of the bed, dirtying the white-colored sheets with his seed. "S-soo~... Good~!' Ayato spoke, his voice slightly slurred from the pleasure like a lovesick teenage boy, The tip of his cock twitching and leaking out precum again while your fingers continued to thrust into his hole gently.. not even a few minutes passed by and Ayato came again.. he was truly sensitive in that spot..

Trans Character of the Day

A from Xenoblade Chronicles is non-binary/bigender and uses A’s name as pronouns!

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