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ORAL FIXATION WITH GHOST

Always chewing on your thumbs / nails and ghost getting onto you (cutely) and everyone is disgusted by it but you just alwaysss have something in your mouth and one night ghost gets like “fed up” with you hurting yourself by chewing on your nails so he is like “you wanna suck on something?” And you give him the sloppiest neediest head I’m talking tears and mascara streaks and the lewdest noises like just UGHHH

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Damage, Inc.

Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

[“Damage, Inc” by Metallica]

[18+]

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• summary - you have a thing for putting stuff in your mouth. ghost has something to put in your mouth too lol. • rating - 18+ • wordcount - 2.1k • warnings - fem!reader, oral [m!receiving], praise, degradation?? not rlly tho tbh, strong language

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You couldn’t help it.

It started off simple. Chewing your nails out of nerves and anxiety eventually gave way to chewing your nails out of habit. You didn’t mean too, it just happened. It’s not that you did it on purpose, anyway.

But everyone else on base still made fun of you for it.

Then, things got slightly more complicated. Putting your fingers in your mouth when you were nervous, or concentrating— just pressing the tip of your thumb to your bottom lip, or rubbing the pad of your index finger against the top of your lower row of teeth. It wasn’t meant to be gross, or strange, or anything like that. You couldn’t help it!

Things kept ramping up. Soon, you found yourself absent-mindedly biting at lollipop-sticks for hours on end, the plastic rolling along your teeth and tongue and giving you something to focus on. Then, it was sucking and chewing on the lid of your drink bottle for literally fucking days during missions.

It was becoming embarrassing, especially when the boys commented on it, joked about you acting like some teething fucking animal. It made you immediately spit out whatever it was in your mouth, and draw back within yourself, face burning. You didn’t mean too.

Gaz and Soap, bless their hearts, joked about it like teenagers. They didn’t mean it maliciously. They were idiots. You didn’t dwell on it too much.

Price tried to help. He noticed the chewing of the nails, first. Noticed the red, raw ring around your fingertips.

“Just dip your fingers in hand sanitiser. You’ll hate the taste.” He suggested.

You gave him a look. That’s not going to work, Price, oh my god.

He laughed. He seemed to understand you the most, though. On base, he carried toothpicks in his pocket, and would roll one across the table to you during rather tedious or nerve-wracking briefings. You’d twist them around in your mouth until you could taste the wood.

On a couple of occasions during missions, he’d hand you an unlit cigar if he had one to spare. You didn’t like the actual smoke inhalation that came with smoking, but the look of it always intrigued you. So, Price would hand you a cigar and you’d happily roll your lips around it, not binding the bitter taste of tobacco. Sometimes, Price would place his hat on your head while the cigar hung from your lips.

Soap liked to do this thing— he’d enter the room after Price gave you a cigar and his hat. He’d act shocked, looking between the two of you with his hands either side of his head in an expression of shock.

“Two Price’s?!?!?!?!”

It was funny, you had to admit.

But, the one person you couldn’t quite crack about the matter was your lieutenant.

He noticed your fixation. Of course he did. Ghost noticed everything.

But he didn’t act weirded out, making jokes like Gaz and Soap. He didn’t even try to offer help like Price.

He’d just make small remarks to you. Sometimes they were somewhat helpful. Sometimes you felt your body grow hot with embarrassment.

Chewing on your nails?— he’d tap you on the head as he walked past you.

Fingers near or in your mouth?— he’d yank your arm away with a shake of his head.

Sucking on the nozzle of your drink bottle for a bit too long?— he’d grip the back of your head and pull your mouth off of it.

Each action made you feel humiliated, to say the least. But, each action also had him speaking to you in ways that made your stomach flip.

Tap on the head = “Quit it, sergeant.”

Arm yanked away = “None of that, thank you.”

Head pulled away = “Don’t make me ask you again.”

Did some of his whispered words make your core throb? Maybe. Was that a problem? Also maybe, but who cares?

This entire thing came to a head one night in base. Price, Soap and Gaz were off doing god knows what, leaving you alone in the rec-room. You found yourself running a finger against your teeth as you stared into space, your most previous mission replaying in your mind.

You didn’t even hear Ghost come in. You also didn’t see him until he was looming over you, a hand clamping around your wrist.

You squeaked in surprise.

“You just don’t listen, do you?” He tutted softly. “You’re hurting yourself. I’ve told you to quit it.”

You looked up at him. “I don’t mean too, sir, I mean it. It just—”

“I don’t care,” Ghost said simply. “Stop it. I’m fed up of seeing you putting shit in your mouth. You’re not a dog.”

You rolled your eyes. “You don’t understand—”

“I don’t understand?” He blinked down at you. “I don’t understand? I understand perfectly. You just want things in your mouth, right? That’s what you want, eh?”

You frowned. “You’re making it weird.”

He had a hand on his belt now. When did he do that? It made your stomach flip.

“You want to suck on something so bad? You want something in your mouth?” He was unbuckling his belt before you could reply. “Come on then, naughty girl, open your fucking mouth.”

You gaped at him as he let his belt hang either side of his hips and place one of his gloved hands to his growing bulge.

“Lieutenant—?”

“Well?” He prompted, imprint of his cock right in front of your face. “Come on, sergeant. You want to put things in your mouth, right? So go on. Suck my fucking cock. Open wide and let me stuff this mouth with my cock.”

Oh.

I mean, you weren’t complaining.

But oh.

He peered down at you between long, blond eyelashes. You swallowed thickly, his stare making your entire body grow hot. His eyes seemed to grow darker and despite the skull balaclava, you could imagine his expectant expression.

“On your knees.” He whispered, bringing a hand to cup the back of your head.

You did as you were told— clambering off of the couch and sinking to the floor. His hand was still heavy on the back of your head as you propped ourself on your knees. He pushed your head forward, and you caught yourself by placing your hands on his thick thighs.

“Come on, pretty girl. I don’t have all night. Take my cock out.” He mumbled, pressing your face closer to the obvious bulge in his jeans.

He lightened his grip so you could lean back. With shaky hands, you unbuttoned and then unzipped his jeans. You opened them and proceeded to push down his boxers, letting his hard cock spring free.

“Good fucking girl. Now take it in your hand,” Ghost hissed. “Wrap your hand around it— ah, fuck, there you go.”

You grasped the base of his cock firmly, making him curse under his breath. You squeezed it gently, stroking lightly, and he hissed out, the hand on the back of your head tightening in your hair.

“S’enough of that,” he tugged at your hair. “Open.”

You looked up at him, eyelashes fluttering. He looked down, cocking a head slightly to the side. Tentatively, you leaned forward and, still maintaining eye contact, pressed your lips delicately to the reddened tip of his cock. The pressure was featherlight, barely a peck, and when you pulled back, you had a small smear of precum on your lower lip.

He grunted, the hand at your head tightening so much that it made you choke on a whine.

“Quit the fucking teasing,” Ghost grunted again. “Naughty girl you are, eh, sergeant?”

You kissed the tip of his cock again. This time, you darted your tongue out like a fucking lizard and swiped it along the sensitive slit across the head. A deep, gravelly sound emitted from Ghost’s throat.

Whoops.

His other hand came down to your face, and he forced a thumb into your mouth. It was cottony against your tongue, his glove tasting like the smell of him. He kept his thumb pressed to your tongue, his other hand gripping the back of your head. His cock was still directly in front of your face. A dribble of pre leaked down the fat shaft of it.

“What’d I just fucking say?” He growled, thumb pressing down harder. “Quit fucking teasing. You don’t want to listen to your lieutenant, eh?”

His thumb on your tongue was making you salivate so much that strings of it dripped from the corners of your mouth. You whined, embarrassed, as your body flared hot with humiliation.

Ghost chuckled, low and dark. “Messy girl.”

He finally shifted his thumb, hooking it onto the bottom row of your teeth, the rest of his fingers holding your chin. With this, he forced your jaw wider, pushing your head closer with his other hand.

“You want to put things in your mouth? Want to be a dirty girl?” Ghost let go of your head briefly so he could grasp his cock. He brought it forward and ran the sensitive tip across your lower face, smearing your saliva. He shuddered an exhale at the sensation. “Come on then. Let me put my cock in your mouth. Let’s see how dirty you can be.”

He kept your jaw open like a vice as he pulled his cock back and then proceeded to push it into your open mouth. You gagged immediately as he rammed the tip into the back of your throat with a groan.

“Yeah, that’s right. Gag on it,” Ghost groaned. “Fucking gag on it. S’too big, eh? Fuck, I know, pretty girl. But you love putting things in your mouth, don’t you? I bet you love this.”

Tears were welling in your eyes when he removed his thumb from your mouth. He kept a hand on the back of your head, guiding you to take more and more of him.

He was grunting and groaning quietly above you, your cunt throbbing at the sounds. Meanwhile, you continued to wrap your lips around his girth and keep up with the way he was fucking your throat.

He was heavy on your tongue. Velvety smooth, with veins you could feel and drips of precum that you could taste. You moaned around his cock, and he bucked his hips deeper into you, making you gag again. Tears slipped from your eyes and down your cheeks.

“That’s it, take it,” he muttered, the fat head of his cock slamming into the back of your throat. “Take it all in this slutty little mouth. Listen to these noises, too. Such a filthy fucking mouth.”

The noises were slick and wet. Your saliva, dribbling down your chin, pooled in your mouth as he fucked it. It was sloppy and messy. The sounds filling your ears made your stomach twist in both mortification and excitement.

Ghost was fucking his cock into your mouth like a madman. His thrusts were desperate while he kept a firm grip on your head. He watched you as you took his cock down your throat, grunting at each suctioned drag, eased by the amount of saliva.

His breaths were now coming in pants. “You’re not gonna put your fingers in your mouth again, okay? You want something to suck on, then you come and suck on my cock. Got it?”

You whimpered around him, desperately trying to hold more gags at bay.

He was still grunting and groaning deep from his chest as pleasure built within him. “M-fuck. M’gonna cum down your throat and you’re gonna take it all, pretty girl.”

You whimpered at him again. Your core was throbbing so much you thought you might die.

The grip Ghost had on your head tightened even more, forcing you to take more of his cock until your nose was flush to the thatch of hair at the base. You whined and gagged and it prompted Ghost to whisper your name and cum down your throat.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he babbled as he emptied his load into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah, take it, pretty girl. Don’t waste it… don’t waste it.”

He rutted his cock a couple more times before he pulled out. He blinked down at you lazily as you stared up at him, cheeks puffed out with a mouth full of his cum. Cheekily, you poked your tongue out a few centimetres, some of his seed oozing out and dripping down your chin.

“Holy fuck—” He caught himself moaning. “Just— fuck, swallow it.”

You did, and he moaned again. He pulled you up towards him, urging you to your feet by still holding your head. Then, he kissed you, shoving his tongue into your mouth to smother the noise of surprise you made.

When he pulled back, he breathed deeply, massaging the back of your neck gently.

“I’m serious, by the way. Stop chewing your nails and sucking on your fingers… please.”

You smiled at him. “I’ll try. As long as I can distract myself by sucking on your cock instead.”

“O’course you can, pretty girl.”

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bruh this sucked i’m sorry 😭

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sixosix · 8 months

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INFATUATED | AETHER

i. summary mutual pining but aether is a tease and you're an idiot

ii. tags 1.5k words, aether helplessly in love, reader being dumb and in denial, bff!yoimiya may be ooc and may embarrass you, set in inazuma, fluff & flirting

Aether’s always smiling whenever you see him.

At first, you thought it was because he’s just a happy little guy, always wearing a grin as bright as his hair. Like the sun, and you’re but a flower soaking in his light. But then you hear how people talk about him—

“He’s quite terrifying, isn’t he? Sometimes I get too scared to ask for help…”

“They weren't joking about what they said regarding the Traveler. He looks young and yet has the eyes of a seasoned warrior.”

“Scary. And a bit strange. His eyes are so… blank. It’s like he’s drifting out, and it’s why he has that pixie around to do all the talking.”

—and now, you’re not so sure. The Aether you’ve met is nowhere near the Traveler they keep raving about. Are they dealing with a doppelgänger?

Yoimiya mulls over your words with a thoughtful hum. She loudly sips on her drink. “Hmm, have you ever considered it might be because he’s just happy every time you’re there?”

You scoff, nestling into your chair with crossed arms—to protect yourself from Yoimiya’s wild imagination, no doubt. “That’d be absolutely presumptuous of me to even think about.” Aether? Happy to see you? Absurd.

She tilts her head as if she pities you. “I’m blessed to not have turned out this oblivious.”

“Hey!”

“Listen to me.” She sets her glass down; it rattles the table. The owner casts you both a stern look. “He’s really just infatuated with you. How hard is it to see that?”

Very hard. Yoimiya is reaching. This is one of the truths she’s trying to pursue—except there is no truth here, just plain fantasy. “It doesn’t make sense,” you insist, growing frustrated. “He’s the Traveler, I’m no one important.”

She hums. “I’ll admit no one in Teyvat can compare to the Traveler, but no one else seems to make him happier than you do. Which is why I’m saying that explains why he’s smiling whenever you—”

“Bold assumptions you’re making,” you interrupt quickly.

“Trust me! He liiiiikes you in that way.”

“Why? How do you know that?”

“‘cause,” Yoimiya grins, her eyes sparkling. She’s as excited as she usually is talking about fireworks. “I’ve seen it with my own eyes. I can ask him, if you wanna be sure about it.”

“Please don’t ask him anything weird,” you plead. “He’s met so many people, Yoimiya. Why me? What do I have to offer to the holder of the dragon-defeating, god-slaying, renowned fatui-slaughtering reputation? Nothing!”

“Does he have to be with someone who’s done all of that?” she asks, and your thoughts come to a halt. Does it? No, certainly not—unless that’s what he wants. And that might be what he wants!

“Well,” you clear your throat. “Perhaps, if that’s what makes him happy.” At Yoimiya’s quirked brow, you slouch in defeat, cheeks heating up at even thinking about what Aether’s type is. “You’re enjoying this,” you murmur at the sight of Yoimiya’s conspiratorial grin.

“I’m not, I’ve just never seen you act this shy and cute before! So this is what you’re like when you have a crush?” Over Yoimiya’s shoulder, you spot a familiar pixie and a mop of golden hair from afar, walking over.

Your eyes widen, “I am not acting shy and cute—”

“What’s this? Y/N has a crush!?” Paimon’s shrieky voice is unmistakable. It’s hard to mistake her even if you tried. They’re still a few feet away, but Yoimiya’s voice can be very loud.

“I don’t,” you want to snark, however meeting Aether’s eyes has your voice going quiet. Maybe Yoimiya’s right: you are acting very shy. “Hi, Aether, Paimon.”

“Ooh,” Paimon giggles, kicking her feet. “What were you two talking about, huh? Paimon heard Yoimiya talking about a crush.” Paimon notices your wide-eyed panic. “Oh, Paimon can kick Aether out!”

Exasperated, Aether casts Paimon a look. “Who’s gonna pay for your order?”

Paimon deflates. “W-Well, Paimon can ask Yoimiya—”

“No can do; I spent all Mora on me already.”

“—Then, Paimon will—”

You arch an eyebrow. “I don’t think I can afford your usual orders. Don’t look at me. I’m a starving artist already.”

She huffs. “Fine! Paimon was trying to protect your secret but she guesses that no one’s appreciating it anyway!” Paimon, the only one who’s terrible at keeping secrets, says. She turns to her companion, hands clasped together. “Aether…”

“Alright, alright,” Aether sighs, pulling out his wallet. The poor thing.

You and Yoimiya share a look as Aether orders food for him and Paimon. You weren’t anticipating that the Traveler—the subject of your predicament—would end up here, out of all the corners and food stalls in Inazuma. Then again, that’s his thing: he’s everywhere, all at once, including the nook and cranny of your heart.

Aether turns to you, a smile blossoming across his face, which is nice, actually, despite the flutter of your heart that is starting to feel like horror. His side profile was driving you crazy, anyway. “Should we leave you two to talk about crushes?”

Just one word directed at you is enough to have you fidgeting uselessly in your seat. And this doesn’t go unacknowledged by Yoimiya, who springs up to save the day. “Don’t worry about it, Traveler! We were just talking about this—this novel that we started reading the other day.”

“Really?” Aether doesn’t sound like he believes it one bit. “Well, Paimon and I have been looking for reading material anyway. Would you mind if we borrowed it?” Said pixie is too busy stuffing her face with Dry-Braised Salted Fish to care about reading materials.

You turn to Yoimiya with a forced smile, then back to Aether, who seems so visibly amused by how you’re acting. You must look like a mess. You feel like it. “Well, I haven’t really finished it…but—but we can tell you about it!”

“Yeah, exactly!” Yoimiya looks like she’s having the time of her life. “Y/N has a big crush on the main character, which is why we were talking about him.”

Aether hums, chewing, “What’s he like?”

Yoimiya narrows her eyes, grinning as she tilts her head. “Why do you want to know?”

Aether levels her with a flat look. It’s a bit strange with you in the middle of them. “Because I want to read the story.”

“We never hear you talk about anything romantic, Y/N!” Paimon says, bits of fish spewing out while she talks. Aether reprimands her. “Whenever Paimon sees you, you’re always working!”

Is that how everyone sees you? “Are you saying you thought I was too boring to experience love?”

Paimon decides to tune out the conversation once again, wolfing down her next plate of food.

Aether’s still looking at you, a smile on his face. No, perhaps a slight smirk would be more accurate. You can feel yourself melting. Perhaps those people were right when they called Aether ‘terrifying’—the swarm of butterflies his gaze is leaving you is downright frightening.

He tilts his head, waiting.

You stammer, “W-Well, the main character’s nothing special. It’s like those things where they make the hero really likable, really…”

Yoimiya butts in, “You just have a thing for guys who have defeated dragons and faced gods head-on. Nothing special.”

“Yoimiya!”

Aether throws his head back laughing.

Yoimiya settles in her seat, looking mildly surprised. “I’ve never seen you this expressive, Traveler.”

You throw Yoimiya a warning look. Had it been anyone else, you would’ve brushed that off, but Yoimiya is clearly hinting at what started your crisis in the first place.

Paimon chugs her water like a madman dying of thirst. “He’s always like that whenever we’re around Y/N. Paimon already told him to stop bullying Y/N!”

Right. Bullying. If only the shared glances and longing stares were bullying. If only Aether lingering in your thoughts was because he’s bullying you, and not because you’re developing a massive crush on him. That would’ve been easier to explain and believe.

“Bullying?” Aether echoes in confusion.

“Flirting might be the more appropriate word for it, Paimon,” Yoimiya corrects with a gleeful grin. “So romantic. Reserving your lovesick and longing smiles to Y/N only,” she sings. “No wonder why you’ve been so happy recently.”

“Yoimiya,” you seethe, though it’s mostly desperate, humiliated. It seems that her name is your only vocabulary this evening.

Aether laughs, his eyes crinkling as he shares your gaze. And if you let yourself believe Yoimiya’s words, you might even call it fond. “You can’t blame me if I can’t help it. Surely that novel taught you what it’s like to have a crush on someone, right, Y/N?”

A/N i love aether so much im sobbing hope u liked reading!!1 bc i cried while writing this!!!! also thank u earthtooz for proofreading i love u big sibling.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin x you #aether x reader #aether x you #aether x y/n #genshin x y/n

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pursuitseternal · 6 days

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“The Eighth Day” 💐 S3x Pollen and political meetings in “Antics of the Newly Ascended”💐

Ascended Astarion x F!Reader| E |3.7K

🎨 by @lirotation [Full version under the cut]

For monthly prompt in the Creative Corner discord

Summary: The Netherbrain has fallen, and the Vampire Ascendant seeks to rise. Overtures of political workings are derailed for the new Ascendant when his Consort falls under the influence of some untimely pollen.

CW: sex pollen, secondhand embarrassment, uncontrollable urges, public sex, feral/needy Consort, A!Astarion is aroused and uncomfortable all at once.

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“I still don’t understand why you insisted I attend too, Astarion,” you grumble as his light-touched fingers remove your cloak for you from behind.

“Well, this is my first official meeting as Vampire Ascendant,” he purrs into your ear as the fabric falls into his arms, “if I have to suffer through having some mortal Grand Duke flaunt his inferior status in my face, you’re sure as the hells are going to suffer too, darling.” He pats you on the shoulder and places a warm, breathy kiss on the scars in your neck. “Besides, I think Ulder liked you better after we saved his arse.” That soft pad of his thumbs runs over your lip as he smirks. “Wait here, I’ll be right back, my darling.” He gathers your cloak and his together to find a servant. Astarion grumbles under his voice as he walks away about how Wyll wouldn’t have let the Vampire Ascendant put up his own cloak, but his father…

His voice was audible only to your ears, even then, barely. You take in the foyer of the grand Ravenguard estate. Turquoise and blues and golds, the colors of the sea cover every wall and surface. You scan the room, the walls hung with paintings of maritime history. Portraits of the Ravenguard line span out towards the halls. And you think you even see Wyll’s from a distance. It makes you smile, if sadly.

How long had it been since you had seen him… any of them? You sigh. Looking for distraction, you note the strange looking arrangement of flowers on the entryway table. Such curious colors and shapes of blossoms, blues and teals that seem to glow. It brings your memories right back to those days in the Underdark. Thoughts turn wistful; those days on the road when your heart pounded with the thrill of oadventure, the memory of aching for the man you now call yours for eternity. You can’t help it, you cross over to those tantalizing blooms and inhale deeply.

It tingles your nose, deadens your other senses, and something burns at the back of your sinuses and throat.

And then you sneeze.

“Gods bless you, my consort,” Astarion purrs as he takes your arm in his and leads you deeper into the mansion. “I’m so glad you’re here at my side, I know that your smiling face and smoothe wit will undoubtedly leave a good first impression,” he smirks.

Your throat starts to go dry, but you swallow and simper at him. “So glad I can be of such service, Astarion,” you rasp as you wipe your nose on the back of your sleeve.

He places a finger over your lips and draws you to a quick, forceful halt. “Pet,” he chides with a tut of his tongue, “what has slipped your mind?” His eyes narrow with a hint of mischief.

“Sorry, Lord Astarion,” you croon as he nods and gives you that fanged smile in approval.

“Good girl,” he replies, “we have to keep up appearances, you know, put our best foot forward, turn every head in the room.”

Your hand laces into his, and as he leads you into the grand room before you, you realize his hand grows colder and colder by the second.

Or, perhaps you are growing hotter and hotter still.

But Astarion only marches forward with focused determination, his voice pure gold and refinement as he greets the Grand Duke with all his well-practiced pleasantries.

You glide to stand at his side, a smile on your face, but your cheeks are decidedly growing warmer to the touch. Then you hear your name from the Grand Duke. “And you, Lady Ancunìn, I trust you don’t miss your days on the battlefield?”

“Oh no,” you smile after you swallow, “there is far more excitement to my liking now as Consort of the Crimson Palace. And my Lord takes such attentive care to my… every need.”

Was that your voice, dipping into dulcet tones of seduction? It must be you, and Astarion must not approve, his hand gripping yours like a vice. You roll your shoulders and smile. “Those days of adventure and rescue do remain fondly in my heart, like our fortuitous timing when we broke that Iron Prison apart.”

Ulder’s bald brow lifts in good humor. “A fact for which I am forever indebted to you and your Lord.”

You flash him a fanged smile, trying your best to look demure and powerful, but drool collects and drips from the corner of your lips.

“Oh, darling,” Astarion croons, suave as ever, even as he pulls you to face him, eyes dark and brows furrowed in disapproval. “Have we forgotten to feed properly today? I suppose you’ll have to wait for a decent nibble until our affairs here are concluded,” he murmurs, swiping his thumb to clean the streak of drool from your chin. “Apologies for my Consort, Grand Duke, she is still new to the sort of hunger and power that comes from being a vampire, let alone being the creation of the Vampire Ascendant.”

You try not to roll your eyes at the way he says his own title. You barely manage to hold your polite smile. Astarion grabs hold of your upper arm, guiding you to sit next to him on the couch beside the fire, the Grand Duke and some of his associates sit opposite. The conversation turns to politics, to the remaining vestiges of the cults of Bhaal and Bane, to the Guild and the criminal aspects of the City…

But your blood boils, your body keens to be touched. Slowly, you scoot across the velvet upholstery of the couch until your side presses against your love.

Better, your body groans, but not enough.

You slowly bring his hand in yours from his lap to wind his arm behind you, a caress along the top of your shoulder, the heat of his skin through his embroidered silk jacket calling to you.

It’s still not enough. You need to smell him to taste him… the droning of his voice is a siren song, and it pulls you until your face presses against the veins of his neck. At last, your mouth waters as you take a loud and deep inhale.

Sniiiiiiff…. “Ahhhh…” you sigh.

“What in the hells are you doing?” he hisses from his mind into yours. “Ten seconds into public power, and you’re already a freak?”

“It burns, my love,” you reply down your bond. “I burn.”

“From embarrassment, certainly,” he grunts at you, settling you back a space from him on the couch. “My apologies, Grand Duke,” he purrs aloud, “newborn spawn can be utterly voracious. But it’s nothing I can’t handle,” he shifts in his seat, confidently crossing one ankle over his knee, a perfected air of nonchalance.

But for you, all you can see is the way his trousers cling to that outline of his beloved cock, a flawless sack to cradle his manhood so perfectly, a neat little package for his package….

“I need you,” your voice purrs, caressing his mind with your own, “now, I need you now.” Even your inner voice sounds deranged, it makes his crimson eyes flicker at you as Ulder drones on about the cost of the repairs to the City from the Illithid attacks.

“Pull yourself together, my darling. Is this all because we were in a hurry this morning?”

Nerves flood with heat, and sweat gathers on your forehead.

Astarion sniffs loudly, scenting your inexplicable arousal. “What’s gotten into you?”

Moisture pools between your thighs, soaking your small clothes and petticoats. You bite your lip, feeling more gathering as you shift your seat, sliding one foot beneath you as you lounge casually against the couch. The pressure against your folds lets you catch your breath for a moment and think. Only once have you felt something similar, though not nearly this perverse or profound. You close your eyes, instantly recalling the same fever in your blood and crying need in your sex from your travels… you picture blue-glowing mushrooms and pervasive darkness. The Underdark. “Spores…” you whimper into his mind. “Spores,” you repeat, your tongue thick in your mouth with the need to lick and suck and bite.

You look at him with pure, abject longing. Desire incarnate. And then you shift yourself over your foot beneath you. A little grind of your hips on your own appendage only makes you long for more friction…

And you whimper.

“I must apologize, Grand Duke, but my Consort is just not herself. Perhaps politics is too much for her to bear.” Then, he snaps your name at you inwardly. “Get up, and get outside,” he snarls, “now.”

You head back into the hall without further question, though you throw a glance at him, the biggest set of bedroom eyes you can muster.

“I believe she needs some air, Grand Duke, a chance for her to regain control of her hunger. Might you have a garden?” He pauses, turning his head and grimacing, “preferably once a bit more… isolated?”

Ulder quirks a brow. “Back out the doors and to the right,” he replies, “a good idea. It should give you enough privacy. Wouldn’t want blood on the antiques you know.”

Astarion maintains that veneer of politesse just long enough to leave the room, his brown darkens and fangs glint the moment he locks that crimson, predatory gaze on you. You shiver, head to toe, to have his full attention at last. Lips locked shut, you just send him your incoherent babble of need from your mind to his; a string of “please, gods, fuck me,” and “I want that perfect cock inside me,” and “ravish me, my love,” surrounded by pants and whimpers.

His eyes look you up and down. “You’re quivering and shaking, you look rabid, sick, deranged,” he shakes his head, leading you into the darkening light of the sunset as your feet skate along behind him down the pebbled path.

A few turns between the shrubbery and he pulls you up to a wide granite bench. He releases your hand, but the absence of his touch makes you whimper and whine with increasing force, just his name over and over again. “Astarion… please…”

“What in the hells has gotten into you?” he snarls under his breath, pulling out a handkerchief to ball up. “I haven’t seen you this bad off since—”

“Spores!” you mewl, collapsing to your knees at his feet, hands raking up the fine fabric of his trousers.

“Precisely, but how could you ever have gotten your nose into Underdark sex spores here?” He shakes his head, “It’s not as if this place is overrun with bright blue glowing mushrooms.”

Lips parting, tongue licking, your eyes are feral and your gaze is wanton as you drop to your knees, your hands on his waist to slam his ass down on the bench. “Hells,” he snaps in pain and surprise. “What the fuck…”

“Yes, yes, fuck,” the word sounds like music on your hungry tongue. “Please, fuck me,” you whine, your hands tugging hard at the fasteners at the side of his hip.

“Easy, easy,” he cajoles you, glancing around once to ensure enough coverage in this spot of the gardens. The bushes are thick, the roses are in bloom, and the fencing here separated the grounds and the manor. A wicked smirk on his full lips, he obliges you, freeing his cock to have you almost swallow it whole. “Gods, darling,” he grunts as he slams into the back of your throat and scrapes against your teeth and fangs. “How in the hells or in this realm did you get like this?”

A valid question, but one that faded mutedly from his mind as you started to suck him more. Logic seemed to elude him, as if drawn out by your lips and tongue until he knew the only way to unravel this puzzle was to fuck some sense back into you both. Wet, lewd sounds come from your lips, your mouth working furiously to consume him, craving his seed, knowing it’ll extinguish the fire in your veins. This suffering has wracked you before, a blind drive to purge the instant swell of lust that dictates your body’s every pulse.

And he’s recognized it, reveling in it as you bob your head with reckless abandon. Until you release him with a loud pop and whine at him from the garden path. “Not enough,” your voice cracks. “I need you, need you…” your hands shake as you scramble to your feet, hiking up your skirts.

“For fucks sake, darling,” Astarion chides you, embarrassed and aroused in equal measure. “Alright, alright,” he blocks your hands from tearing off his clothes… or his face, he’s not quite sure which. “Be a good girl,” he hisses, breath hot down your neck as he backs you up against the fencing, “and hold on tightly.”

He takes your half-bunched skirts from your shaking hands as he hushes you. “It’s going to be alright,” he consoles you. “At least we’ve endured this sort of suffering before. You are in really rough shape, my dear. Thank goodness you have me to fuck it all away, darling?”

You nod, eagerly grinding against him, wrought iron bars pressed into your back, your hand and nails gripped hard into his perfect ass.

“Oh, I’ve missed this, how needy this magic makes you. What a glorious little mishap… although you could have timed it better,” he levels those crimson eyes at you, teasing the flushed, hot head of his cock up and down your entrance. “If we didn’t need to attend to business, I’d draw this out for you, just to teach you when you shouldn’t be sticking that nose of yours into Underdark spore magic.”

Embarrassingly high pitched whimpers flutter at your lips, tears in your eyes at the thought of being left so unsatisfied. “Please, please, I’m being so good. I need you… need you,” you start to keen louder and louder.

Astarion’s warm palm covers your mouth, a laugh in his throat. “A good thing Ulder is an idiot and thinks you’re just hungry for my blood,” he sniggers more to himself than for your benefit.

“Hungry; yes, starving for your cock, my love,” you pant, salivating again, missing its hard length and warm pulse in between your lips.

“It’s alright, I’ll take good care of you… if you can keep quiet.” His hand presses against your neck teasingly as he reaches for the bars above you for leverage. “And if you can’t be quiet, then I have to resort to other measures of silence, you understand, my pet?”

You bite your bottom lip, nodding vigorously, sweat dripping from your brow to feel his cock pressed hard against your belly. Your own hand tears at your neck line, your skin too hot and flushed and needing to be caressed, a single breast loosens from your neckline. Those crimson eyes devour the sight of your swaying breast and its peaked nipple, almost as if he’s the one possessed by magic and lust.

“Gods, you’re so hot again, burning and thrumming, a warm, living body with undead power,” his eyes dilate to nearly black to feel your slit warm once more as he grinds his cock against it. Those dexterous fingers lift your thigh, and he thrusts inside you in one swift shove of his body. The iron gate creaks under the force, but its volume is nothing compared to the way your undead heart thumps in your ears, slow but hard.

“Astarion,” you whine louder, “I need more…”

“Then more you shall have my pet,” he hisses in your ear. He groans at the now unfamiliar warmth, the dripping, blistering heat that rages in your body. “Just like old times,” his voice barely audible, so husky and rough as he slams into you. Every thrust makes the gate behind you rattle, stealing gasp after gasp from your mouth, even as you try to swallow them back into silence.

His hands grip your ass in warning the moment your noises seem to crescendo. “Ah, ah,” he chides. But as those hips snap harder against you, it grows difficult to be good, to be silent and careful as he asked.

The heat is too much, the pulsing fire in your veins too demanding…. “More,” you whine. “I need it, your delicious self.” His hand flies to cover your mouth, muting your pants and stifling your noises.

“That’s it, my love,” he groans right in your ear, feeling your legs beginning to shake and your knee buckle. “Come for me, burn up that magic and purge that heat all… over… me.”

You throw your head back, banging it on the bars, hissing in pain and yet groaning in relief as your orgasm builds to bursting. You bite into his gagging hand, fangs sinking into the sides of his fingers and palm. He hisses in pain, a sound quickly overtaken by the rapid grunts of his own climax. Face pressing against your neck, he mutes the roar of his own shaking bliss, warmth dripping down your one standing leg.

The air feels cool in your lungs, your pulse slowing back to its undead dirge of a tempo in your chest. You taste blood on your tongue, and you sweep its tip to lap along the edge of his hands where it protrudes into your mouth.

Astarion musters enough strength to lift his head, his curls looking a bit well-tossed. “How’s that, my darling? Are you decent enough to make it home?” He purrs the questions in your ear, his voice partly laced with concern, equally rippling with hope to the contrary.

You give a more steady smile, master of yourself once more, for now. Your thoughts still elude you, but your body doesn’t burn with boiling lust, more of a simmer. A whine escapes as he slips from your folds, his hands adjusting your dress and stuffing his cock back inside his own trousers. “What, for the life of me, brought this on you? What have you been sticking your nose into, darling?”

“Spores,” you repeat as before. “Blue!” You add. Muttering the words again, thighs starting to clench and rub on themselves already.

“I’ll get you out of here,” his mind racing, “image is everything, and right now this… image… isn’t quite our best foot forward.” A scan of you both, and he pauses, less than satisfied. “You need more blood,” he assesses, “or they’ll never believe you were just feeding…” A swift bite to his own wrist, and he smears your chin, your lips in his scarlet essence.

Hustling you into the mansion again, he practically carries you, arm threaded behind your back. “I’m dreadfully sorry, but my newborn Consort must retire…” he stops you both in the entrance hall, his voice muted as your mind pounds, the magic in your bloodstream calling to its source as you stand near the door.

Astarions wraps your cloak around you, feeling your skin flushing again under his touch. He follows your gaze, honed in like an eagle on those blue flowers, a soft glow beginning to emanate from them as the shadows lengthen in the day…

“My dearest Consort, why don’t you wait for me in the carriage,” he bids you.

You nod, meeting Ulder’s dark eyes, wide in shock at the state of your blood streaked face. He mumbles some prayers, probably wards against the undead, such as yourself. You hear his deep voice speaking with Astarion once more.

“Oh, these flowers? Just a gift from the Myconid colony’s ambassador, a token for me and my wife…”

A low chuckle sounds from your lover’s throat. “Oh, no doubt it is, I have never seen such rare blossoms, though they do make me recall some rather fond memories of the Underdark…” your love’s voice trails off the further you walk, his purr drowned out by the increasing thumping of your cold heart against your ribs. Waves of need build once more, rapid and consuming, and you groan to haul yourself into the carriage so you can wait for more…

By the time you make it home, you’re aching… sore… and you’ve had him on almost every surface between your carriage and your bed at last. But that was yesterday. Now, knowing yourself once more, you wake to a new day. Sunlight warms your bed, your skin absorbing it now that you are corpse cold again.

As cold as the rest of your sheets, you realize. He’s gone already, smug bastard, probably with his hair extra curled from your rigorous activities and a satisfied smirk on his full lips.

Groggy and cursing, you manage to sit yourself up against the pillows, and you ring for your maid. She enters quickly, hands outstretched with a message from the Master, she tells you, who left that morning to resume acquaintances with the Grand Duke.

Your cheeks would flame red if they still drew on the heat of that aphrodisiac magic. The note is penned in his immaculate hand: “Ulder was far too easy to convince you were merely a victim of sanguine hunger. And he was far too eager to agree to my offer of coin in exchange for your gift. Don’t indulge or inhale too deeply without me.”

His signature was almost as elegant and impressive as he himself.

“A gift?” you ask, warrily, knowing all too well the sorts of gifts Astarion tends to bestow.

With a snap of her fingers, your servant calls in another, a scarf tied tightly over her nose and mouth, a silver tray between her hands. Adorning the silver lies a beautiful bouquet of glowing sapphire flowers. The very same from the Grand Duke’s manor. The source of your follies and cause for all your most embarrassing thoughts to ponder when you can’t sleep.

“My Lord is so…. Thoughtful,” you reply, abstaining from adding, ‘and selfish and arousing and cheeky and…’ You pinch your nose, just in case. “Set it carefully over there,” you flail your exhausted arm in the direction of a table and groan, seeking the rest you will inevitably require. And you smile.

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sytoran · 1 year

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𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐀 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌.

wanda maximoff's sons have soccer practice, while she spends some time with their young and ridiculously good-looking coach in the equipment closet.

──── 🍃 pairing. milf!wanda x buff!footballcoach!reader

──── 🍃 cont. smut (18+), sub!wanda, dom!reader, reader is gender-neutral but has a penis, shameless smut, blowjobs, thirsting, you are weak in the knees and the heart for milfy!wanda, possesiveness

──── 🍃 note. saw lizzie's oscar look and got this whole idea lmao. i am swimming in requests but here this is anyways. sue me lol.

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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

every saturday, tommy and billy maximoff have football practice.

it may seem like a hassle to some parents, having to take the time out of their day to drive their kids to this place and that, but for this particular lesson, wanda doesn't mind.

the reasoning for her sweet relief doesn't lie entirely within helping her darling boys play their favourite sport, as strange as that sounds. truthfully, the answer would lean slightly more towards the person that coaches them in that sport.

but, who could blame wanda?

after all, her boys' football coach was just about the biggest heartthrob she'd ever seen.

bronzed skin kissed by the sun, expanding over broad shoulders and a sturdy figure. biceps and triceps so prominent it was nearly blinding, and forearms so structured it made architects weep. wanda felt as if you were a greek god come to life, with an unfairly charming smile and large, large hands.

wanda knew she wasn't the only one, after all, thirsting over the classic young, hot, athletic coach.

now, watching you be surrounded by the younger moms with their kids, hanging off your every word, wanda couldn’t help but feel a bubbling feeling of jealousy rise in her.

wanda maximoff had never been a pushover.

"okay, so when scoring a goal you’re going to find small windows or open spaces. don’t wait for the perfect opportunity, take every chance you get.” you explained to the group of kids grouped in front of you in the hot sun.

“there’s no windows in football!” tommy maximoff helpfully piped up. the lively seven-year-old student of yours was always full of energy, quite unlike his twin, billy, who was generally more reserved and quiet.

you cracked a laugh at his response, before feeling a pair of eyes on you from behind. sitting in the court side benches was mrs. maximoff, with her dazzling smile, looking directly in your line of vision.

you gulped. god, as much as you loved teaching her kids, she was something else entirely. the way her exposed thighs were shining in the hot sun made your throat run dry. when mrs. maximoff gave you a playful wink, you felt something throb in your pants.

i swear to god, y/n l/n, if you get a boner in front of these seven-year olds i’ll kill you.

gratifyingly, you managed to evade the embarrassing situation, instead letting them practice goals on their own for a while.

as all the little kids were running around in the hot sun, you retreated to a sheltered corner to grab a drink. wiping the sweat off your forehead, you nearly jumped a metre high into the air when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“didn’t mean to scare you, sorry darling.” mrs. maximoff said with a wry grin, sitting herself down next to you. you’re more than welcome to have her, noting the way her eyes raked over your taller, sweaty form. interesting.

“s’alright, mrs. maximoff. how’s your day been going?” you ask, attempting to strike up casual conversation. you ignore your heart beating faster in your chest.

wanda chuckles, leaning back with a sigh. “tiring, i suppose. extremely hot weather, though. summer is a blessing and a curse.” you’re about to agree with her wholeheartedly, before wanda’s casually unbuttoning her blouse. you choke on your words.

she’s absolutely mesmerizing. your eyes can’t seem to stray from her newly-exposed cleavage, accentuating her breasts and the pink bra that peeks through. it’s awful, you know, that your mind is running wild at the sight of the curve of her breast, but you can’t seem to help it.

the two of you spend some time, sitting on that bench, watching as the kids try and fail to kick the ball successfully within the goalposts. it’s almost therapeutic. until……

“look out!”

before you can react, the corner of your eye catches the sight of a stray ball.

it’s flying towards wanda and the drink in her hand, and by some miracle your goalkeeper senses are awakened seconds before it can touch her.

an arm flying out to stop the ball, you miraculously catch it with one hand at such a high pace. your hand flexes with the fierce catch, a well-muscled forearm now in wanda’s direct line of vision. time’s frozen for a second, as you watch wanda’s shocked face, almost blushing too. you’d never felt more cool.

but after your goalkeeper instincts kick in, your teacher instincts kick in, and you stand up to speak to the careless kid. before you can leave, wanda tugs on your arm. you spin around and you nearly faint.

unbeknownst to you, the drink in wanda’s hand had split with the impact of the ball, and it was all over her blouse now. to add insult to injury, it easily seeped through the thin material of the white blouse, basically making it transparent, baring to your eyes what was underneath.

the yells of the kids fade out as you stare at the wanda, shell-shocked. you can see…… everything.

despite wanda’s face of worry, you swear there’s a hint of deviousness in there, almost as if she planned to have her drink there. you shake your head. i’m goin’ mad in the sun, you think.

“i-uh, let’s get you some clean clothes, mrs. maximoff. sorry about the kids, i-”

“no worries," wanda answers promptly, holding on to your forearm. "don't want anyone else to see," she whispers, effectively hiding behind you as you lead her to the equipment closet.

the consequences of this, however, lie in the fact that you can feel wanda's nipples pressing into your back, small and hard and rubied. the searing heat in your pants is almost unbearable now.

calm down, it's not a big deal.

wanda's hand trails over the expanse of your back when the two of you reach the equipment closet, and you unintentionally shudder under her touch. you pretend you don’t notice the smirk on her face.

you shake your head vigorously, resisting the urge to slap your hands to your cheeks. she’s just my students’ mom, you think, swearing you don’t care about how close the two of you are.

when wanda’s ass brushes against your crotch. it takes every cell of your existence not to rip off your goddamn shorts and start fucking her against the wall. you’d never been so riled up.

“here’s some clean clothes. sorry about the size, though.” you mumble, averting your eyes when wanda tries to look at you. you shove the clothes into her hands, eyes fixated on a football on the shelf.

“help me with the button?” wanda asks, and you spin around, then you nearly choke. again.

she’s taken off her blouse, exposing her chest to your hungry eyes. the lacy pink bra is the object of your desires, distracting you in every sense imaginable. at this point, you couldn’t give a flying fuck about your boner. you know she’s as turned on as you.

"i get it, sweetheart, you're a young adult with needs, hm?" wanda asks in a sultry voice, walking up to you ever so slowly.

you swallow, not trusting yourself to speak. all you can do is stare at wanda with a haze in your eyes.

her hands reach the straining tent in your pants. it's erect, forming a bulge so huge wanda can barely cup all of it in her hands.

your breathing becomes ragged as wanda traces her fingertips along the bulge. you're looking down as she gets on her knees, eyelids fluttering.

she licks her lips.

"let me help you with that," wanda whispers, casting a look upwards. you bite back a low groan at her expression, so ready to pleasure you and take your length into her pliant mouth.

you raise an eyebrow in a challenge, staring down with dark eyes, and wanda is more than quick to rid of your shorts, admiring the sheer size of your fully-erect cock.

the tip is a cherry red, precum already leaking, and she eagerly laps up the remaining residue. you let out a moan, hands twisting into her scalp as you pull her mouth closer.

nothing could describe the euphoria you felt when wanda first wrapped her lips around your cock, clinging onto your tensed quadriceps to steady herself.

"shit," you groaned, throwing your head back, tugging onto wanda's locks of hair firmer. she let out a moan from the back of her throat, releasing your cock from her lips with a 'pop'.

moving on to languidly trail her tongue along your shaft, wanda showed off experienced skill in the way she maneuvered her way around your cock, teasing you up and down then licking at the slit.

fuck, you were close. really, really, close.

wanda was relentless in her ministrations, bringing you so close to the edge in such a short time. when she began deepthroating you, gagging prettily onto your cock, you’re sent tumbling over that edge with no safety net under.

“shit, mrs. maximoff,” you breathe, holding the sides of her flushed face, locking gazes with dilated pupils.

she gets up, slowly, brushing off her knees as if she hadn’t just brought you to a kaleidoscopic orgasm. “i’ll take my leave now, coach. the boys-”

you don’t grant her access to the exit, before you’re roughly pulling her back in for something more than just a blowjob.

after that racy encounter with wanda, the two of you seem to end up in the equipment closet a lot more. you’re making excuses, you know, pathetic, but you somehow manage to convince yourself you could ever have wanda maximoff.

you get to know her more, along the way, that her birthday is february 10, and her comfort food is parikash, and she’s sokovian, but her accent hardly ever makes its appearance anymore.

to you, wanda maximoff is more than a quick fuck, or a stress reliever. it’s stupid, you know, because she’s a divorced single mom with two kids and whole lot of responsibilities, and you’re nothing more than someone with too much love.

your role in her life is ambiguous to you. you sometimes wish you could dive into her brain to find out just what you are, but for now you have to be content with what you are.

the first time wanda brings you back home, you're more than eager to repay every favour she's given you.

she's hardly even unlocked the front door before you're lifting her up from the back of her thighs and up the stairs, making her so wet with that effortless, unyielding strength of yours.

it isn't long before you toss her onto the bed - the bed she used to sleep in with her ex-husband, the bed she spent hours masturbating on to the thought of you, the bed you were now devouring her on.

wanda doesn't know what she's done to deserve this, to deserve your deliciously thick cock ramming into her wet cunt, your hot mouth whispering affectionates into her ear, the silver chain on your neck dangling with each fiery thrust.

she's obsessed with the way your tattooed back muscles flex and move as you pound into her. she tries to forge it into her memory,

you're relentless, gripping her plush thighs and pressing her knees to her head. you know she takes yoga lessons and you haven't been more thankful for that flexibility.

wanda's spread entirely open for you, completely bare, all dripping and vulnerable, and you think you might just die.

that night, you make wanda see constellations she'd never witnessed, make her cum so hard wanda thought she might pass out, and simply take her.

that night was one that etched itself into both of your memories, of heat and fervour and lust and love.

love, those three words neither of you would dare to admit, of unsaid confessions and buried feelings.

when you lay beside a passed-out wanda, your own boundless stamina weary, you suppress the urge to stroke gently at her hair. it takes everything in you to not kiss her forehead and murmur things you'd always regret.

your heart was swelling, growing bigger each time you saw wanda maximoff, but she had little space in her life for you.

but for now, you wouldn’t care if it came back to hit you in the face.

for now, wanda maximoff would be everything to you, and maybe that would suffice.

recently watched ant man, and i swear there was something going on with jentorra and cassie... or maybe that's my syndrome of seeing every fictional woman as lesbian LMAO hope yall enjoyed this, the fic i'll be writing next is probably this :)

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alicerosejensen · 1 year

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Idk if you’re taking requests but what about RE6 onwards Leon with reader who is much younger (early twenties)? I think it would be sooo cute

If someone has requests, then I accept everything! I have practically no topics that trigger me, so if someone wants to see some headcanon, then I will gladly try to fulfill his desire)

To be honest, Leon was 36 years old at the time of re6, and if the reader is twenty… for me, 16 years is a small age difference because I literally know a couple with many children, who have an age difference of a little more than twenty years, and they live together perfectly. it makes me believe in love.

There comes a moment when, probably, it was worth realizing that the woman who was being chased for more than twenty years was just a love interest and beckoned only with her mystery and flirtation.

It's unpleasant, but Leon came to this conclusion almost immediately after Lanshiang. The last night with Ada put all the dots in their strange relationship.

It was as if Leon had received a sobering slap in the face that brought him back from heaven to earth. On the other hand, Ada will forever remain a part of the history of his life, but not of the future, but only of the past.

Some part of him wanted to take care of someone close, despite all the fear and risks. Every living being wants to love and be loved in return.

But Leon was still afraid to take risks, however, he was not averse to having lunch with a beautiful girl who did not refuse a free dinner.

At some point, a free dinner for you and a quiet conversation with a person, not a zombie for him, turned into a series of pleasant dates and gifts in the form of fruit baskets to your rented apartment.

You liked Leon, but you understood that he was…a little older than you… Actually, for as many as 15-16 years, but he definitely wasn't fit to be a father yet. The actual question was, what did he want from you?

Does he just want to have sex with a young girl? Well, then you let him know that this number will not work with you.

You already want to close the door in his face before he suggests the usual walks. Just talking. Without dirty hints or suggestions from which you could slap him a ringing slap in the face.

He is glad that for some reason you agreed (because you found him interesting yourself), and conversations with you bring him to his senses, making him believe that there is still something to fight for in this world.

Previously, your meetings were held in crowded places, but after a couple of months you ventured to invite him to your place and treated him to lunch. "It's not Italian pasta from a professional chef, but I hope you don't die of poisoning". Leon laughs, encouraging you that your food is more edible than what he can cook.

More and more Leon finds himself fascinated by you as a person. He likes to listen to how your day went, to see your smile, something blooms in him when you are next to him.

You really look like an angel sent to him by heaven. He does not believe in God, but it seems to him that a real blessing is in front of him.

Leon will take the initiative of the first kiss when he realizes that he is in love. This is the first time he's worried about your age difference even though he hopes you won't push him away.

He's a broken man. Therefore, when you reciprocate him, something inside him clicks, triggering like a switch. Leon will wrap his hands around your face, deepening the kiss, but will not go further if you are not ready for more intimacy yet.

He thinks you're too perfect.

He likes to give you sudden compliments and watch you blush. I think he will specifically shower you with various pleasant epithets so that you are embarrassed.

The tone of his voice is always filled with love. Leon likes to hug you from behind when you're cooking or doing something. However, he completely goes crazy when you start taking the initiative and, for example, hugging him. Then don't even hope to escape from his strong arms. "You wanted hugs yourself, but I refuse to let you out of them".

He seriously won't let you out. Instead, he will kiss the top of your head and stroke your back, holding you tightly to him, as if afraid that you will be taken away.

"You mean a lot to me." - The thumb strokes the skin of the cheek. - Tell me if you don't want any serious relationship. I'm often away from home, I'm much older than you…damn it, the last reason should be more than enough for me to leave you and my fucking feelings. I don't want to force you into anything, so if you're not sure or don't want to, then I'll understand everything.

You cover his lips with an uncertain kiss, hoping that such an answer will suit him. Pulling away just to press against his forehead while your warm palms hold his face.

This answer will suit him perfectly.

Leon's defender mode is clearly activated.

At first, he will come to your house to have dinner and spend time in your company, but he will constantly comment that there is barely enough space in this "cardboard box" for one person, let alone two.

A subtle hint that his girlfriend moved in with him.

He will help you move all your things. In fact, despite the vastness of his apartment, Leon admits that it is too empty, but hopes that you will fill the space. In truth, he wants it himself. Now he had a good reason to come home as soon as possible.

When you're not too busy, he'll distract you from your studies.

You can tell Leon a hundred times that you love him, but everything you do for him (even if it's insignificant little things for you) makes him love you much more. However, what he definitely doesn't want is for you to see him in a broken state.

Leon hates thunder and lightning. It reminds him of a traumatic childhood, pulls out the memory of Raccoon City, so he will leave the warm bed so as not to wake you up and go to the kitchen trying to overcome another nightmare.

The last thing he wants is someone to comfort him. He couldn't save a lot of people, he lost someone all the time and still can't forgive himself for the death of the president. You are his sun, while he is just a shadow. Leon is not going to pour out all the shit that happened to him on you, but you are just a real blessing that takes away his pain when you press your chest against his broad back, kissing the skin covered with goosebumps.

Are you so worried about his condition? Leon would prefer not to bother you, but the way you take a glass of whiskey from his hands, sit next to him on the bar stool, remove the bangs from his face to see how broken he is.

Tears are not weakness! You cover Leon's face with a lot of gentle kisses, hugging him to you, whispering various endearments in his ear. "If you need my support, then you will get it"

Taking care of him does something to his heart, but it's not something terrible. On the contrary, Leon wants to return this love to you in double size, so be prepared for manifestations of tenderness. What is completely normal and natural for you, for Leon is very expensive. In addition, you are the first woman in a very long time who stays with him in bed after sex, and in the morning cooks him breakfast, because Ada never stayed with him for more than one night.

And he is grateful to you.

"Will you stay with me?" - A request that sounds almost like a mantra when he sits you down on the table, hugging you under the hips. - "I know I'm old for you, but I want you to be mine. Tell me you want it to… Because if you want to leave later, I won't be able to let you go."

Now you are in the same boat with him, but we must admit that if this boat sinks, he will do everything to pull you ashore. Understand how you want. If earlier he could still agree to a meeting with Ada while your relationship was in limbo, now he belongs entirely to you in body and soul. Leon knows that you are too young, but he hopes and trusts that your fellow students will not become your love interest. You promised him.

He likes to give you gifts, but what he doesn't expect is that you will give him a wristwatch.

"Just a sign of attention. I thought you might like it, but you don't have to wear them if they're not your type".

Your gift is now always on his right hand.

Well, after a long relationship, he decides to put a ring on you and hopes that you will say yes. This is a risk he is willing to take, promising himself that he will protect you in case of danger.

#leon kennedy #leon scott kennedy #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil #resident evil x reader #reader #leon scott kennedy x reader #leon x you #leon x y/n #leon kennedy x y/n

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mrsmaxwelllord · 2 months

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Summer Storm

Pairing: Harwin Strong x Martell Lady!Reader

Summary: Harwin leaves King's Landing to protect the three youngest princes from the dangerous rumor circulating in the Red Keep. Upon arriving home, he discovers that his father had another plan to put an end to the rumors once and for all.

or, Harwin marries a Martell who can see ghosts.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: For now, only Arranged Marriage.

A/N: I think it's important to make two things clear before you start reading.

There is no Harwin/Rhaenyra in this story. Harwin returned to Harrenhal with the intention of putting the past behind him and the relationship they had is only briefly mentioned.

The Reader can see ghosts and has visions of the future. This is very important for the plot I have in mind, but it will be explained better in the following chapters (It will be important to the plot but have it in mind it isn't the central point, I intend to explore the relationship between the two more).

The only reason Harwin Strong agreed with his father about returning to Harrenhall was to protect Princess Rhaenyra’s children. His sole goal was to protect their honor and keep them safe from the nasty rumor about their parentage.

He knew he had made an irreversible mistake by letting Ser Criston get under his skin — this was exactly his goal, he realized later —, losing his temper and giving him the reaction he was looking for sealed his fate at King's Landing. He also knew that he had to part with the boys, by staying he would only allow the rumor to grow and strengthen. Even though he loved them so dearly, it was the right thing to do.

Harwin didn’t question his father any longer and left. The goodbye was particularly hard with Jacaerys and Lucerys, with little Jofrey it cut especially deeper for he would not be allowed to see him grow as he had had the chance with the two eldest boys. The farewell with Princess Rhaenyra was strange in a way he didn't imagine could be possible, not after so many years in camaraderie: she was awkward and had the expression of someone who wanted to confess something, but could not do it. In the end, she only looked at him with teary eyes and nodded her goodbye. He spent the whole trip home thinking about this interaction, wondering what it meant.

Only when the five towers of Harrenhal were visible in the distant horizon and he could see the Gods Eye’s waters, did his father break the news to him. He was to marry. He was to marry that very same day, as soon as he set foot at the castle in matter of fact.

He was not only to marry a Dornish Noble, he was to marry a Martell. Not one of the ruling Lord Martell’s children, since he had made clear — not with his words but with his actions thoroughly King Viserys’s reign — that he would not get involved with Westeros’ society, but a not-quite-distant relative. One important enough to join Houses with the King's Hand without being an embarrassment or cause mockery.

Harwin was beside himself with rage. He did not come back to Harrenhall to marry, certainly not to someone he never heard of before. He thought his father old fashioned and archaic for even considering an arranged marriage. They were almost through the castle gates when he calmed down enough to be able to hear the arguments his father was making.

“It will not be enough to just leave, Harwin,” Lyonel reasoned. “I fear nothing we ever do will be enough to silence the whispers, but this could be a new beginning. By marrying we give the people a new narrative and, if the seven heavens bless us, it will make them forget. At the very least, it’ll be something new and exciting to talk about. They will spare the boys.”

It was exactly what Harwin wanted — and desperately needed — to hear: that he could undo the harm he did to the boys. He felt so guilty for unleashing his anger on Ser Criston that his hands started to shake even when thinking about that odious day. So when Lord Lyonel explained to him the proposition in this particular light, he was glad to take it. He would do just about anything for the boys.

He accepted the marriage and promised his father he’d compromise to learn to be the Lord of Harrenhal. A good, just Lord. And a respectable husband also, even though this part of the promise was more complicated to comply with.

Harwin remembered his mother then. His parents' marriage was also arranged and his mother would occasionally tell him, Larrys stories about her coming to this very same castle. Harrenhal was rumored to be haunted, it was said these halls were full of ghosts and misfortunes, that the ruling lords were cursed to fall every century. Lady Strong never told her sons how afraid she was of the prospec of living in those dark walls, yet they could hear her hidden and forgotten fear; Harwin, who was raised to be Lord Strong one day, remembered one evening swearing to protect his future wife from the curse. A silly thought from his boyhood, he dismissed it. Yet, when thinking about what his bride would be like, he knew it was likely that the same fear could make itself known in your heart.

Harwin held no grudge against his betrothed, he knew it was likely that the choice was also not yours to make. You were in the same position, to be married to a stranger, so he made another commitment. To himself, this time. Like his parents’ marriage, he wanted this one to work out and, for this, you would’ve to work together and trust each other. But there would be no love involved, it was not possible, he already had his children and his priority was their well being. People would expect him to have heirs of his own one day, but this was a topic for the future. For the time being, he only had the heart to work one compromise at a time.

The first time Harwin met his Wife, he didn't see you entirely: you were wearing a thick veil that covered all of your face and your dressing concealed the rest of you. Harwin's acknowledgment of Dorne was limited to what the Maesters told him in his youth and what people said in King’s Landing about their costumes, but upon one look at you it was clear you were making a statement. You were clearly dressed in Dornish fashion, a thick satin fabric in a deep shade of blue that he realised was supposed to match his House’s color. The dress did not lack beauty, with its golden suns embroidered on the hems and also the extra piece of gold jewelry you wore in your neck, wrist and fingers. Harwin wondered if the fabric of the dress was enough to keep you warm on this winter day and if all the pretty little details were to spur him on or to show the power of House of Martell.

The first meeting concerned him immensely. His intention was to study you and decide what course of action he should take based on his first impression of you, but you only managed to confuse him further than he already was with you.

Upon being introduced to you, you were only polite and even-tempered, he dared think you were a bit too… placid. He couldn’t make anything out of your replies, it felt to him you only answered with what you thought he wanted to hear. Which he also thought was in contrast to your so bold choice of clothing.

He sat beside you at the main table and tried to have a meaningful conversation with you — as meaningful as a conversation with someone you know nothing about can be — yet got so frustrated that the only thing he could do to alleviate it was to drink the wine. It was not that you lacked intelligence in your little observations and answers, but Harwin could tell you were hiding something behind your clever words. It was like you were trying to dodge him yet it only made him so much more curious about you.

When it was time for the bride and groom’s dance, he realised what was wrong. For most of the feast, you drank and ate very little and your hands were always hiding in your lap under the table. Only when he held your hand did he realize you were shaking and cold. So very cold.

You were just as nervous as he was, that comforted him somehow. To know he wasn’t alone in all his mess.

Harwin danced with you for as long as he could, which wasn’t really much. Yet it was enough to find out the two of you strangely could synchronize well together. He still could not see your face under the veil, but he had a feeling you smiled back at him when the song stopped.

The time for the wedding ceremony arrived faster than you expected it to.

Even though there were fireplaces alight everywhere in the hall, you felt cold. Your hands, which had briefly stopped shaking while you were dancing with Harwin, started shaking again with more force than before. You were terribly nervous, thanking the Gods for the veil preventing your expression from being revealed to the crowd watching you. But soon, that too would be taken from you.

The ceremony itself was short and according to the customs of the Faith of the Seven, after you excused yourself and changed into a proper wedding dress and a yellow cloak symbolizing the House Martell. It happens at the Sept of the Castle, with a rather old Septon blessing the union. After the seven vows were made, it was time to exchange the clocks. Since your father couldn’t come with you to the Riverlands, it was your uncle who removed the clock from your shoulders; then Harwin carefully placed the blue cloak on your shoulders and lifted your veil.

You held your breath and made sure to look in his eyes to study the expression on his face. The veil was only an old custom, one you were partially glad for, but mostly afraid of. It conceals your expression but also your appearance, not that the way you looked was of any significance. In fact, your appearance didn't make any difference at all for the marriage, if Ser Harwin disapproved of it the union would happen anyway.

To you, the veil only served to make the wedding kiss an even more anxiety-filled moment, the anticipation was killing you and you suspected your soon-to-be husband felt the same way — if his endless questions about you and your likes were of any concern. If he thought of you ugly, you only wished that he could not show it in front of all those watching eyes— it would be your first kiss and the start of your life as a Lady, it would hurt too much to watch his face squirm with displeasure.

To your relief, there was no squirm of displeasure from Harwin. His eyes initially only looked at yours, then it ran through your face… Your eyebrows, your hair, your cheeks, your nose, then finally your mouth. In which he fixated for as long as he could before he looked up into your eyes again and followed with the ceremony.

“With this kiss I pledge my love” both you and Harwin say in harmony and he leans down to kiss you. His lips are soft and sweet and he kisses you slowly, carefully, with one hand he holds yours and the other he guides your face up to better kiss you. It lasts only a moment yet it leaves you feeling inebriated.

“…and take you for my lady and wife” Harwin finishes, with the delicious thick accent of his.

“…and take you for my lord and husband.”

The feast that followed the wedding was extravagant. With delicious food made in both RiverLand’s and Dornish’s costumes to please both parties, even though your own party was small and consisted only of your uncle, a few knights, and some maids that had come to serve you in your new home. You had brought with you a few barrels of Stronwine as a gift to your father-in-law and he seemed to thrive in its rich flavor and high alcohol content.

The guests, most of them Lords from Riverlands and friends to Lord Strong, were happy, singing and dancing to the songs. Your brother-in-law was nowhere to be seen. Your now officially husband was seated by your side at the main table and, just like before, kept on asking you all kinds of questions.

You thought it was a good sign, the questionnaire about your family, friends and life in Sunspear showed interest in you. Yet it was difficult to answer it all, you did not know his character just yet and preferred to keep the more delicate matter to yourself until you were sure he was trustworth; that he would not judge and make your life hell. So you kept your replies neutral and tried to keep the conversation about him; you asked him how was being Captain in the City Watch, what was life at the Red Keep like, what he enjoyed doing in his spare time, if he had any. You considered asking him about Princess Rhaenyra and her children, but decided against it. You thought it wise not to corner a hounded man — not when he was known as Breakbones.

You danced with him again and again during the party, actually enjoying his company and quickly quit. Despite your concerns, because you knew he had lost his temper and attacked the Queen’s sworn shield, he seemed to be a gentle and composed man. Harwin is devastatingly more handsome than you expected him to be, his hair is half up allowing you to better enjoy the strong features of his face. His clothes were a dark shade of blue that almost matched his eyes and gave him a solemn aura, you couldn’t help but notice.

When it was time for the bedding ceremony, you were beside yourself with worry. You knew what to expect but the prospects of it did not please you, yet, once again, Harwin eases your anxiety and just leads you to his chambers without drawing attention from anyone instead of following the traditional ceremony.

He leads you to the Kingspyre Tower, where the castellan’s chambers are at, it is the tallest tower and it takes a long time to get up there. Harwin uses this time to ease your worries with comforting words, he says he does not wish to see you concerned. And it almost helps, it is almost enough for you to believe his words.

Once in his chambers, he locks the door from the inside and seats you at the biggest canopy bed you’ve ever seen. You wait for him to start, not sure of what exactly he expects of you, but he leaves you in the bed alone and goes to fix glasses of wine in the bedside cabinet. You decide to take matters in your own hand and quickly unlace the dress, leaving you only in your chemise, then you make yourself more comfortable and wait for him to turn.

When he does turn, he is taken back by your lack of clothing, but goes to your side and gives the glass. Unlike in the feast, you drank almost all of it. You need the bust of confidence.

“Are you still nervous, m’lady?” he asks with a sweet smile, his tone has that accent of his you came to adore.

You decided to go with the truth this time.

“Yes, my lord. I find it difficult to feel anything else at this time.”

Harwin takes a long sip from his cup and takes your hand in his.

“I meant it when I said you had nothing to worry about.”

“Thank you” you say, because words are failing you by now. Your hands are shaking again, but Harwin looks at you so gently it becomes hard to believe he’d willingly hurt you. You want to trust him, you truly do.

“I’ll be honest with you” he starts, suddenly looking away and, for a moment, you believe he’ll talk about the young Princes. “I want this marriage to work.”

“As do I, my lord..” you reply, confused.

“We’ll be Lord and Lady of Harrenhal one day and it’ll not come without difficulties. If we want to rule with honor and dignity, we’ll have to understand and respect each other. I want us to work together.”

“I want the same, Harwin.”

“I must tell you a few things then, so we know where we stand. Set some boundaries.”

“Is it about Princess Rhaenyra’s children?” you finally ask, catching up to his meaning.

It caught him off guard, he turned to you and his expression tells it all. The conformations of the histories you’ve been listening to about your husband. You smile sadly. You had really hoped it was all just rumors.

“So what they say is true.”

Harwin wants to deny it, but he decides to start this marriage with honesty so he simply nods. And it is as a huge weight is lifted from his back, he sighs deeply as if he is finally able to breathe again.

“Do you honestly wish to work together?” you ask him, looking into his eyes. “It’ll take time and a great deal of effort, but I think that if you’re willing to, we can manage it.”

“There’s nothing I want more.”

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Notes: Couldn't help but write my own piece about the beloved Harwin "Breakbones" Strong. He just screams "arranged married plot"! and I could not simply make it easy from him!! I want to see him suffer a bit.

This will have a follow up!

Let me know what you think!

#harwin strong #harwin strong fanfiction #harwin strong x reader #harwin strong x you

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genderfluid-insomniac · 1 year

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Genshin Catboy Maids Imagines (NSFW)

Characters: Gorou, Kazuha, Venti, Xiao, Heizou, Scaramouche/Kunikuzushi, Albedo and Aether

A/N: I would be lying if I say I didn't have so many daydreams while writing this and I want to turn all of these into their owns fics.

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Gorou

Who begged not to do this out of embarrassment and tried not to focus on how short the dress was or how his ears perked at every change in your body language, not at all trying to hide how aroused you were and pulled back the fabric of his stockings only to let them snap against his skin.

Who completed every task you asked him to do with such speed and and perfection, aiming to please you the best he could and obeying ever wish you uttered without humiliating himself.

Who tried to his his growing erection or the way his tail rapidly wagged when he accidently walked in on your in the bathhouse on his way to relax and let out some repressed tension, not expecting to have you ask him to help you with a problem and offering to wash his body in return (maybe even him him with his own issue).

Who doesn’t keep his moans suppressed at your request and pleasures you like you deserve while rutting his hips into your hole, water splashing out of the pool as you sank back down into his cock and kissed you like you were going to disappear.

Who will orgasm immediately if you pull his ears or tail and praise how good he is on taking your cock, his pretty tears sliding down his red face as he mindlessly babbles on and on about how he’s your good boy.

Kazuha

Who starts being a housekeeper for a small period of time since he was a simple traveler writing bits of poetry wherever he wanted to but took any job for the time and slowly became more infatuated with you.

Who looks like he was blessed by the gods is all too aware of your adoring stares and compliments about his gorgeous cream ears with red highlights, completing his work and offering to comb his silky tail.

Who notices that you often disappear for a brief period of time into your room and hearing strange noises thanks to his sensitive feline ears, coming back very flushed and avoiding his gaze.

Who can’t help to ask you if you’re okay or need help with anything and welcomes your kiss after you confess your feelings for him, pinning you against your bedroom door and hungrily nipping your neck that would for sure leave tasteful bruises.

Who is all too eager to undress you and play your body fluently like his flute you often see, sinking himself into your warm bare body and working his hips at a brutal unrelenting pace.

Venti

Who is always getting on your nerves by purposely bending down a bit too low so you see his matching pearly white panties that matched his uniform stained with with arousal and then laughing at your flustered expression with a innocently seeming question.

Who will do anything you ask while whining about how tight his stockings are and how the white parts of his maid outfit are going to become transparent if anything gets on it, grinning when he thanks you for the reward and remarking he would’ve done the task anyway.

Whose tail perks up whenever you walk into the room or smile at him and pet his ears to hear his deep purrs, complimenting his soft furry tail that he so nicely groomed just for this occasion and to please you.

Who always hums a tune while he scrubs the floors or makes the bed but constantly having a dirty image of him sucking you off before you fuck him silly and always ends up fucking his hand thinking of all the times he’s heard you masturbating with his ears

Who isn’t afraid to say in front of others how your moans are the best song of all and smirk when you drag him back to your room to punish when all along that’s what he wanted.

Albedo

Who already worked for your parents as a groundskeeper and had an adorable little sister who occasionally stopped by to play with your younger siblings, but not without giving you a hug and whispering about his older brother always talking about you while his tail and ear twitch.

Who has a deep blush on his cheeks as he pulls away Klee and apologizes for her “tall tales”, noticing how you sweetly smile at him and ask if you do talk about you outside.

Who begins to come over more often with Klee now at Daycare and leaves flushed with loosely put on clothing after being ruthlessly fucked by you, buttoning up his shirt to ensure that the dozens of hickeys that littered his body and sending you a quick text to have a good day.

Who can’t help but give in to your requests to see his art when you hear about it but warns you its lewd and then blushes upon hearing you want to be drawn like the nude models in his sketchbook, asking you to undress at least to the lingerie he’s seen on your this morning and has you lay down on the couch in a position that suited you best.

Who is always welcome to try something new like shibari or wax play, smooth but tight ropes binding his thighs apart so you could have full access to his pretty flushed cock that leaked precum and the hot burn of the wax dripping onto his perky sensitive nipples.

Xiao

Who never strays away from his duties no matter what you say and priorities his job before anything else, trying his best to suppress the dirty fantasies playing out in his mind and hiding his growing erection whenever you come in to check up on him.

Who doesn’t refuse whenever you ask him to each lunch with you or to help comb through the knots behind his fuzzy ears, complimenting his colored fur patterned on his tail and how he always seems to keep his feline features in the best shape.

Who caves when you ask if you can help him with your sexual frustration (of course you ask him if he’s okay with it with consent and all) and how you’ve seen him seemingly “unnoticeable” stares eyeing your figure.

Who can’t help but sink his fangs into your neck when you express how long you’ve waited to do this and kept hoping he’d realize those longing stares or break you’d both take together weren’t plutonic, the tons of love your held for your pretty kitty from the start.

Who gasps for air as he lifts his head up from pleasuring you with cum dripping from his mouth and just to dive back in, smirking at the moans coming from your mouth and working you towards another orgasm.

Who is the best at aftercare and lets the warm water wash over your shoulders while you lean against him ignoring the fact that he hates water for you, allowing his slightly sharp nails to graze your flushed sensitives nipples and gently kissing your puffed plump lips.

Aether

Who is always a good catboy and doesn’t need to be told what to do because he’s already done it, hoping to be praised in that sweet soft voice of yours and rewarded for going beyond what you asked.

Who will always shly ask to be pet on his head and cuddled on top of a mountain of blankets, purring while he hugs you tightly and thanking you for the best boss he’s ever had.

Who doesn’t hesitate to protect you if he gets a bad feeling from a guest or anyone that insults you and quietly letting you know that something’s off with the person, never leaving your side until they’re off the property entirely.

Who calls out your name before you leave the house to make sure you have everything and gets promised a reward if he doesn’t touch himself until you get back, tensing his thighs together as you send explicit nude photos to him as you work and rewinding the voice memos of your voice whining his name into the microphone.

Whose long blond braided hair provides the perfect hold as you fuck him from behind (don’t forget how sensitive his tail is) and praise him on how well he’s taking you, especially since his cock had two large silicone vibrators being pressed on either side of Aether’s shaft.

Kunikuzushi/Wanderer

Who acts like you’re the bain of his existence yet always leaves the house spotless and never goes home without checking if everything is locked for your safety, rolling his eyes when you sweetly wished him good night but secretly smiled at your concern for his well-being.

Who rudely wakes you up in time for your work, already preparing breakfast and chiding you on your fatigue when you slowly creep downstairs with a tired smile for your head maid or “assistant” as he liked to call it.

Who never failed to notice every twitch or change in your body language and would often tease you about being tense around him, closing the distance between you two and backing away to get back to the task he was working on.

Who pushed your buttons until you snapped, pulling him into a passionate kiss and humming happily when he pushed back.

Who until now has been so closed off and cold but when shown affection is all too eager to be fucked, pale small stature trembling beneath you as you rocked your hips up and down and feeling one of his hands cup your cheek while the other pinches your nipples.

Mumbling praises under his breath about how you feel so good inside him and begging for you to go faster, promising to never be bratty again and be a good boy if you would finally let him cum after being edged for a couple hours.

Heizou

Who was originally a detective that was assigned to you when someone briefly robbed your house but left no clues except for an old family heirloom that you hadn’t seen in years, feeling your stare whenever his ears twitched while he was deep in thought and suppressing a small giggle whenever his tail swayed happily.

Who grew attached to you and asked if you needed some security since it seemed that you (and your family) attract trouble, cheekily making a comment on how safe you’d be in his hands and using his tail to wrap around your neck with lidded eyes.

Who is no time memorized your schedule and property to make sure no one gets in without him knowing, politely flirting with you aware that it’ll lead to you two going at it like rabbits in his bedroom and testing how much he could push you before it got him punished.

Who sends you photos of his hard flushed cock leaking precum and videos of Heizou using a toy to making himself orgasm while he begged you to come home as fast as you could.

Who hears you close the door and is by your side in an instant with his maroon tail winding around your waist, asking oh so innocently to let him give you endless pleasure and guiding your hand up to his fluffy ears that you always stared at.

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spacexseven · 1 year

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Hey! just wanted to say that I love your blog, your writing and opinions are a blessing! I don't know if this counts as a request (I know they are closed, so don't mind me if it counts as a request) but what are your thoughts about demon! Dazai and Demon! Chuuya?

i just got reminded of obey me after reading this lol :< sorry devildom

cw: yandere characters, murder in chuuya's part

demon dazai is as insufferable as you'd expect, clinging onto the edges of your dreams and trying to beckon you over with sweet, sweet promises (all of which, naturally, are lies). he invades your space at any given moment, spreading his influence all over your home, your mind, and your body. don't complain—wasn't it you who summoned him?

maybe you thought it was a silly joke, some decrepit book you found in the back of a crumbling bookstore; after all, who'd have thought that all it took to summon a demon was a random assortment of objects and a dark room? regardless, it works, and now there's a real demon in your room and he's staring at you with the creepiest grin that's definitely going to haunt you. nobody told you that it'd be this horrible to have a demon around. dazai, as you find out, has a wide range of abilities apart from being freakishly big and a pain in the ass.

you find out about his ability to infiltrate minds the painful way when one day, while you're sulking about how unlucky you were to get this annoying freeloader of a demon stuck on earth, you feel a strange fog fill your mind, latching onto your every thought and slowly tainting them all. suddenly, you find yourself thinking that dazai's...pretty attractive, with his sculpted hands and his sharp gaze and his...malicious grin...? you're snapped out of your spiral to the sound of dazai's uncontrollable laughter, sharp teeth out on display. it occurs to you then that the sudden feeling of undeniable attraction was one of his stupid tricks, and you had never felt more embarrassed. but even after that, you couldn't silence that strange voice in your mind, the one that fanatically worshipped dazai at every moment like a fervent devotee of a great god. things were only made worse by the fact that dazai always seemed to know exactly how to make it grow worse, coming far too close to you and stroking your face with too-warm hands. then, he starts marking his territory in bizarre ways. you'd come home to find him rolling around in your sheets, declaring it to be his bed now and that you could always ask him nicely to share if you wanted him to. he messed around with your things constantly, scribbling symbols on the wall that he claimed were to protect you from other demons, and even offered to mark you, to your horror.

dazai, you hate to admit, is wonderful at luring you in with enticing words, promising you an abundance of anything you could ever want in exchange for allowing him to possess you at will. he's particularly good at easing you in, voice soft, hands cradling you, words purposeful and tempting—but the moment he mentioned anything about possession, however, the fantasy shattered and you ran out of his arms, managing to wipe clean your mind of his saccharine whispers.

he takes competition very seriously. while he loves playing with you, he doesn't want anyone else to see the same expressions you show him; your delight, your irritation, your shock—did you even know how adorable you were? the day you happen to invite a friend over, however, is when you learn that out of all his numerous abilities and skills, the one dazai's best at is the most gruesome, and the more violent one by far.

chuuya's a bit of a strange case. apparently, you've got yourself some enemies, and they thought that the best way to torment you was by sticking a demon onto you through a complicated process, and now, chuuya's forced to be with you...for eternity.

"i don't want to be here either," he snarled, fangs out and eyes glaring at you in response to your earlier screams.

you guessed he was supposed to kill you, but he only shrugs and turns away from you, saying that he won't be taking orders from a puny little human. according to chuuya, humans are foolish and weak little creatures, and he has no interest in abiding by their desires. for all his talk, however, it becomes painfully obvious that he can't actually go against the wishes of the curser, who had wanted him to torment you forever. he must be livid, knowing that he was under the orders of an insignificant, selfish human.

you liked to think that the two of you were...getting along, or at least, he could stand your presence in the same room without threatening to kill you and unleash eternal torment onto your bloodline. but with time, he seemed to relax around you, and you saw that there was more to chuuya than the angry, brooding exterior. for one, he was a big fan of wine, spending an exorbitant amount of money on bottles and bottles. he also seemed to delight in scaring you, loving to keep you on edge. his favorite trick is always when you're waking up from sleep, your dreams haunted by him. before you can fully sober up, he lets out a growl, watching with glee as you freeze up and shoot back under the covers. you realized belatedly that he really was doing what he was supposed to do here—make your life a living hell.

but sometimes, he does things you can't understand. despite his obvious disdain for his current situation, he refused to help you find ways to actually end the curse. when you're finally told that the person who cast the curse may be the only one who can lift it, chuuya disappears for the night without a word. the next day, he comes to you with a wicked grin, clothes painted a dark red and fingernails crusted with brown. in his hands, what you can identify as a head.

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redux-iterum · 2 months

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Charred Legacy: Chapter One

(AO3 counterpart here.)

All things considered, it was a nice night.

Fireheart was half-rolled onto his back, front paws tucked into his upturned chest while his rear end remained on its side. His tail tapped absentmindedly on the still-warm sand as he gazed up at the stars. The weather had loosened up, mercifully keeping the sky clear and even warming the air a little. It was still somewhat chilled, but the ground had softened from muddy slop to dense soil—still retaining a bit of moisture, but not enough to stick to a traveling cat’s paws—and the frost had barely made an appearance before shying away and melting again into dew.

Thank the Three for small miracles, Fireheart thought as his eyes lazily drifted from star to star. They know we needed it.

Caught up in the beauty of the sky and the grainy comfort of the sand, he was only somewhat registering cats talking around him. Faint squeals drifted out of the nursery’s entrance and his ear twitched at what he thought (hoped, really) was Goldenflower gently chiding the kits inside. Frostfur’s litter was already out, but in the past month they had calmed down considerably and come to prefer talking with the one cat in the apprentice’s den who would soon be a warrior, Swiftpaw, as he regaled them with stories of the territory and all the strange creatures they would see there.

Fireheart twisted his head back and to the side a bit—yes, there they were, listening to the black tom recounting his experience going to the Mother on the far side of the territories.

“And I know she looks scary,” he was saying, “but that’s kind of the point, I think. It makes you respect her even more. You just have to be brave and go into her mouth, trusting her. And Yellowfang will be there to guide you, so you’ll find your way.”

The sole molly of the litter, fluffy ginger-patched Brightkit, spoke up now. “I won’t be scared. The Mother wouldn’t hurt us—we’re her favorites.”

Thornkit, dark and golden-brown, frowned at her. “Still gotta be ‘spectful.”

Fireheart’s mouth twitched into a brief grimace in sympathy as the tom’s ears went back in embarrassment at the end of his sentence. Thornkit still slurred and stumbled over his words, even with as much as Frostfur had worked with him on speaking clearly, and he had been speaking shorter and shorter sentences recently, and at a much lower volume. His siblings understood him just fine, save one.

That one, the deaf little white tom directly in front of Swiftpaw, was Snowkit. His bright blue eyes, wide and vibrant, were fixed on Swiftpaw’s mouth as the apprentice said, “Yeah, it’s important to be quiet on the walk in and during the ceremony. Just wait until Yellowfang speaks to you.”

Brackenkit, a thinner and lighter version of Thornkit, tilted his head. “Will Cinderpaw be there?”

“She was when I went.” Swiftpaw’s eyes lifted upwards as he squinted a bit. “I mean, we did ours together, so that’s why, but I think she’d have to go anyway.” He turned to look at his dark grey sister as she limped out from the ferns by the meeting stump. “Hey, Cinderpaw! Are you going to be with these kits when they do their pilgrimage?”

Cinderpaw beamed with a hacking scoff very similar to her mentor’s. “Obviously! I have to learn how to do it myself, and there’s no way I’m missing out on Brighty getting blessed.” She swept her tail, crooked at the tip, in the direction of the toms. “And you guys, of course.”

Brackenkit seemed to take no offense. “I bet my blessing will be from Rokhar.”

Fireheart purred, rolling slowly onto his side. Of all the three gods, the Tiger was the one he understood the least. Then again, it seemed like everyone outside of the seer role had some trouble grasping exactly what Rokhar was all about. The first seer of Fireheart’s life in ThunderClan, Spottedleaf, had described him as being “in-between” and “all-encompassing”. Even after more than a year of being a Clan cat, Fireheart still had no idea what that meant.

“Why Rokhar?” Swiftpaw asked, sounding amused. “Because he’s the cool—?“

“Because he’s the cool one!” Brackenkit said, exactly in tandem with the apprentice. At another frown from Thornkit, he added, “I mean, they’re all cool, but Rokhar’s the coolest.”

Cinderpaw limped up to the little gathering of the young, her bad leg crumpled up towards her belly. “Knowing your dad, he’s probably telling Horoa right now to bless all of you with a Lion’s touch.”

While the kits all started babbling to each other about whether that was true or not, Fireheart’s heart clenched at the mention of Lionface. He had been the deputy of ThunderClan after Redtail, another first for Fireheart when he had joined the Clan from life as a house cat. Both of them had been great toms, Redtail kind and friendly and Lionface majestic and confident (even if he and Fireheart had clashed here and there). Both of them were gone, and both of them had been…

Fireheart’s claws sank into the sand. He eyed Cinderpaw’s crippled leg.

It had been around a month since the trial that shattered the Clan’s collective heart. No one had spoken of it after it happened, and even the mere implication of something that would link back to that night was hushed or ignored. Fireheart couldn’t stand this thing Clan cats had with refusing to acknowledge bad cats or the things they’d done; it didn’t help anyone feel better, it just made things awkward and sad. Supposedly, the spirits of these bad cats could come back if spoken about or named and haunt the territories, but as far as Fireheart had seen, the only thing they haunted was his dreams.

What he’d give to talk about this with Goldenflower.

But she was in the nursery now, and she needed peace and quiet to raise his adoptive siblings until they were big enough to come out and explore camp. Being forbidden from visiting, Fireheart just had to rely on news shared by Brindleface or Frostfur—mostly Brindleface, as Frostfur had left the nursery early to give the crowded den some room and now only came to check on her nearly-grown kits. Brindleface had been incredibly nervous and sensitive when she was stuck in the den, but now that she had been able to leave her kits for walks here and there…

“Fireheart! There you are!”

The ginger tom blinked and got to his feet, shaking off what sand had clung to his fur. The beautiful grey tortoiseshell in question had just climbed up and out of the nursery, her pale green eyes shining as Fireheart approached her.

“I have a surprise for you,” she said when he was close enough. “Well, two surprises.”

Fireheart perked up. “Really? Are they about Cloudkit?”

“They are.” Brindleface’s fluffy tail curled at the delight that must have immediately brightened up Fireheart’s face. “I’m sorry you couldn’t have come seen him before, but that makes this a little more interesting.”

Cloudkit had been adopted into the Clan, the same as his uncle. Fireheart had been given the kit by his frantic sister, Rosy, and ThunderClan took him in with only a bit of reluctance. The two of them did not look similar—Fireheart was skinny and shorthaired and Cloudkit was a ball of white fluff—and with the automatic distance of Fireheart not being able to visit to see his nephew and bond with him, he could only hope that they wouldn’t be so different that they could not find common ground besides being outsiders at birth, especially since Fireheart had promised to mentor Cloudkit once he became an apprentice.

“What is it, then?” he asked, trying not to sound overly-eager.

“Well, for one…” Brindleface turned and poked her head into the nursery. “Babies, do you want to come out now?”

Indistinct squeaks of excitement immediately followed this, and Brindleface purred before turning back to Fireheart, saying, “That’s the first surprise. They’re ready to meet you.”

Fireheart’s fur flared out and he beamed. “I can see him now!”

Brindleface nodded, her whiskers twitching. “And the second…”

She gestured with her paw just in time for the first kits to scramble out of the den: both grey with broken tabby markings, similar in every way except for the molly being both more delicate in the face and fluffier than her brother. They completely ignored Fireheart and bumbled out into the center of camp. Who followed them was—

Not the kit Fireheart had brought in.

This kit was fluffy and round, sure, but ginger covered his ears and nose and was steadily claiming his tail. His fur was quite long and puffed out, even if he was a bit small; if it weren’t for the unusual color, he would fit perfectly in with the rest of ThunderClan. By the way his deep blue eyes blinked owlishly at Fireheart, he was just as surprised at the reunion.

“Cloudkit,” Brindleface said with another paw-gesture, “this is your uncle, Fireheart. Remember how we talked about him?”

“Ohhh,” Cloudkit said loudly. He looked Fireheart up and down before announcing, “You’re short.”

“Cloudkit!” Brindleface scolded. “That’s rude.”

Fireheart chuffed and bent his head to meet his nephew’s eye-level. “And you’re pudgy.”

Cloudkit squinted at Fireheart. “What’s ‘pudgy’?”

“Fat!” Cinderpaw called from across the clearing.

Cloudkit squawked and slowly and clumsily swatted a paw in the direction of Fireheart’s nose. “’Mnot pudgy! You’re pudgy!”

Brindleface stared at the little tom in baffled embarrassment, but Fireheart pretended to be struck and rubbed his nose like it’d been scratched.

“Don’t beat me up, please,” he said, poorly hiding his amusement. “I’m sorry, you’re not.”

Cloudkit nodded in satisfaction—then, to Fireheart’s surprise, he toddled right up to his uncle and bumped their noses together. Him being so small, it didn’t hurt, but it was more of a punch than usual.

“Hi, uncle,” Cloudkit said, pulling back.

Fireheart’s whiskers twitched. “Hi, nephew.”

“That’s better.” Brindleface stepped forward to lick Cloudkit’s ear. “Are you ready to meet your Clanmates now?”

The little puffball nearly jumped in place and waddled off after his siblings, who were currently interrupting the discussion between Frostfur’s litter and Swiftpaw. Fireheart watched him go, amazed at the strength of the flame of affection in his chest, even when he hadn’t seen the kit since he’d come to the Clan.

“How did his fur get like that?” He turned to Brindleface now. “He was white when I brought him in.”

Brindleface rolled a shoulder. “Kittypet blood, I’m guessing. I’ve never seen anything like that in the territories. I thought he was sick at first, but he’s been perfectly happy and healthy this whole time.” She gave Fireheart a cheeky squint. “Both of you stick out now.”

Fireheart sighed a chuff. “At least he’ll be warm this winter.”

Brindleface nodded. Then her eyes flicked to the side and narrowed a fraction before she walked off after her litter. Fireheart’s gaze followed where she’d looked.

Darkstripe. Of course. He was glaring at the now-wandering Cloudkit.

Fireheart contained another, much heavier sigh. Since the trial, the dark tabby had hardly said more than one word to anyone, and they had to speak to him first. Fireheart hadn’t dared start a conversation with him—Darkstripe had never liked him to begin with, but since the end result of the trial was largely on Fireheart’s shoulders, the hatred in Darkstripe’s eyes burned Fireheart’s back whenever the two had to cross paths. He’d done his best to give the older warrior space, which was difficult when they shared a den.

Anticipating the glare to turn on him, Fireheart prepared to look away and find something else to engage with. He was saved by the camp entrance rustling to reveal the pale brown tortoiseshell Speckletail leading a patrol in. As her followers trotted to the prey-pile, she approached Darkstripe and said something to him Fireheart didn’t catch. Darkstripe didn’t respond beyond a twitch of his lip, getting to his feet and stalking out of camp. Speckletail watched him go, huffed and shook her head before joining the rest of the patrol.

After the loss of the prior deputy—the one that trial had been all about—Speckletail had been selected to replace him. She hadn’t been the expected choice, but she had accepted the role and immediately went about keeping the Clan busy and organized for the first month of her tenure. Fireheart suspected that this was a tactical decision; giving everyone something to do kept them from stewing in their own thoughts over the events of the past fall. Things had finally slowed down, with the warmer weather gifting the Clan with more prey than Fireheart had been told showed up in the end seasons. This was one of the first nights in quite a while that Fireheart had gotten to stay home and just enjoy the peace of camp.

“Good evening,” he said to Speckletail as she walked past him with a woodrat.

She nodded to him, putting down her prey for a moment. “Any word while I was gone?”

Fireheart shook his head, ears going back sadly. “I haven’t spoken to her since a few days ago.”

Speckletail sighed through her nose. Her eyes were tired. “I’ll talk with her once I’ve eaten.” She picked up her prey again and continued on her way, sitting down with Willowpelt on the far side of camp.

Fireheart’s eyes drifted to the wall of briar that surrounded the sandy clearing. Though he couldn’t see it, his gaze landed on the area where the leader’s den was situated on the outside.

Where Bluestar was undoubtedly sleeping.

The trial and the near-murder preceding it had hurt everyone, but it had broken something in the Clan’s leader. Only a few days after the deputy’s execution, Bluestar had become a rare sight. She now walked alone in the forest or holed up in her den, only coming out to order patrols or respond to something Speckletail asked her about. It had been part of the quiet conversation for some time now, but no one dared to broach the topic to Bluestar—even Fireheart, her former apprentice, or Whitecloud, her nephew.

It wasn’t fair, Fireheart wanted to shout to the stars. Of all the cats suffering, why did their leader have to struggle the hardest? The pain and suspicion and fear clouded her eyes and silenced her voice. It had been her throat the deputy’s teeth nearly crushed, her friends and Clanmates he crippled and murdered to get to her. Now, whenever she looked at her charges, it seemed like she was gauging their intentions, how well they could be trusted. Even Fireheart had been under scrutiny more than once.

She really would benefit from being able to talk about this whole thing…

“Cloudkit, please!”

Fireheart blinked and was back in camp. He turned his head to see his nephew marching for the fallen log that was the elder’s den. The elders were already out—lanky and grey One-eye, dark brown Halftail, and black-and-white Patchpelt—but they were talking among themselves, completely unaware of the kit making his way towards them, his siblings trailing behind with curious looks on their faces. Brindleface was padding after them, calling for Cloudkit.

“Let them be—” she started, but Cloudkit broke into a clumsy imitation of a run and continued on. Just as he reached Patchpelt, he tried to slow down, only succeeding in crashing right into the elder and stumbling backwards, plopping into a sitting position.

Patchpelt coughed (as he had been lately) in surprise and looked round to see the kit. His faded eyes brightened. “Well, now! I don’t remember this one.”

“I’m Cloudkit.” The furball blinked up at him. “My sister is Aspenkit and my brother is Ashkit.”

Halftail tilted his head, eyes narrowed analytically.

“You’ve got some ginger on your face, little ant,” croaked One-eye, peering with her single eye at the kit. “Or you’ve been playing in the sand.”

“No, he’s supposed to look like that.” Brindleface hurried up to them. “I’m sorry he disturbed you.”

“You know we love being disturbed,” Patchpelt said fondly, looking at the grey kits as they approached. “Ah, and this must be Ashkit and Aspenkit.”

The tom kit nodded firmly, standing as tall as he could, while the molly lowered her nose and shyly regarded the ground. Cloudkit, meanwhile, was meeting One-eye’s gaze, looking completely unbothered by the marred face that every kit and new apprentice was a little taken aback by. Fireheart noted with pride that he didn’t broach the topic of One-eye’s accident, only chirping, “You’re tall.”

One-eye chortled. “And old, on top of that. Do you know what my name is?”

Cloudkit shook his head.

“I’m One-eye, unsurprisingly.” The pale molly nodded to her denmates. “That’s Halftail and Patchpelt. Can you guess which is which?”

“Um…” Cloudkit scrunched up his little face before answering slowly. “Patchpelt’s got patches, and Halftail’s brown, right?”

“Very good.” Patchpelt purred. “We have easy names to remember.”

Cloudkit brightened up and wagged his short little tail. “I did it!”

“Yes, you did it,” Brindleface said, touching her nose to her adopted son’s head, adding to the elders, “I can distract him if he starts to bother you.”

“Oh, he’s not a bother at all.” One-eye tilted her head comically at Cloudkit, who trilled in response. “I haven’t had a kit not flinch at my face since I became an elder.”

Fireheart watched on as Cloudkit made his way around to Halftail, who eyed him suspiciously but said nothing. An anxiety he didn’t know was in his stomach settled at the warm looks on the elders’ faces when Cloudkit loudly announced, “Fireheart’s my uncle!” and puffed out his little chest.

He’s bold, Fireheart thought affectionately, watching his nephew respond to Patchpelt’s kindly questions about life in the nursery. Rosy, whether or not you get to see him again, I know you’ll be proud.

#warrior cats #redux iterum #iterum #chapter #chapter one #book three #arc one #charred legacy

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jacaerysgf · 1 year

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Heyy, would you write something with aemond, perhaps an arranged marriage and struggling conceiving… feel free to ignore

"still nothing?"

you felt like a kicked puppy. sitting in a chair looking down at your lap while alicent talked with her son, your husband.

You were from a minor house from the north, stripped from your home and taken down south to marry the prince in the hopes to secure a more friendly relationship between the south and north.

you were however failing the one job you were given. you felt sick to your stomach.

when you first met aemond you felt like you had won the greatest prize, thanking whatever gods we're listening for giving you such a blessing. He was kind, much kinder than any other man had been. he treated you with respect and even made sure you were taken care of in the bedroom.

something that still irked you about him was that you couldn't tell if he genuinely liked you. sure his actions were kind but he never really spoke to you. seven hells he never even kisses you.

he was a very strange man but you grew to love him all the same. it had been a couple months since the two of you had been married and were still unable to conceive.

aemond shook his head and alicent sighed, rubbing her temples before turning back to you. you would normally apologize but today you feel so embarrassed about it.

"you're dismissing dear."

you stand and silently make your way towards the door and exit. this was humiliating, what was wrong with you? why couldn't you just do this one thing? you didn't look at aemonds expression and you didn't want to, expecting to see disappointment and anger.

you didn't even notice you had left your notebook in alicents room, you had to go fetch you. as much as you didn't want to go back in there you needed to get your notebook so you quickly turn around to go get it.

once you reach the door you lift your hand to knock but freeze at the conversation inside.

"it has been months aemond! aegon and heleana had there children swiftly after marriage yet this one is not happening." there is silence and alicent sigh in anger at aemonds quietness.

"maybe its time we consider other options aemond. shes clearly not producing any heirs and the royal line must continue."

You stumble back with tears in your eyes. No you couldn't lose aemond. you gulp, why? why were you so useless that you couldnt do this one thing? his silence is everything. you rush away quickly to your room., ignore the odd stares from the maids.

you hide yourself under the covers of your bed and allow yourself to cry.

The day passes and the sun sets while you rot in bed. the door opens and your eyes shoot open. hes too early. its much too early in the day despite it being night for him to be returning now.

you pray he doesn't come over to you. you can hear his footsteps suddenly pause for a moment and you hold your breath. he lets out a sigh and his footsteps move closer to you.

youre frozen. he suddenly rips the sheet off of you and you shriek, burying your head into the pillow. "my lady..." his words are soft, in a pleading tone which tugs at your heart.

"my prince." you mumble into the pillow, not wanting to face him. he sighs once more and places a hand on your back.

"are you feeling well? you did not attend dinner." ah dinner was it really that late? you two always had dinner together. he must have come looking once you didnt show.

"im sorry my prince, i lost track of time."

he notes you dont answer his question, "my lady, if something is bothering you please tell me."

your eyes well up with tears again, why did he have to be so sweet? you suddenly sit up, a sudden rush of emotions floods you.

"please do not find another lady."

he gives you a bewildered look, "whatever are you talking about my lady."

you looks down as the tears begin to flow heavily, "im sorry i haven't conceived yet. please just allow me to try again, i can i promise please do not find somebody else to do it."

You let out a sob as you finish, you loved him so much you did not want him to go looking for someone else.

he places a hand on you chin and forces you to look up at him.

"i would never do such a think. i do not know where you got such an absurd idea from but it shall never happen, you are my wife. i am with you till death do us part."

you sniffle, "but the queen had suggested-"

he lets out a sigh and shakes his head, "is that what this is about?" you quickly shut up and sighs again.

"she had suggested it when you had left yes. but i had told her no. you are my wife."

"but what if i am unable to-"

"it does not matter."

"but the queen..."

he looks you in the eyes and you feel yourself melt in the warmth. "there is nobody else other than you. and there shall never be."

he kisses you. it had been the first time since your wedding he had kisses you and you never felt happier.

once he pulled away he rested his forehead onto yours. "it shall always be you."

he pulls away and gives you a smile, "plus it has only been a few months since he have married, there are still plenty more opportunities for you to get pregnant."

safe to say, it wasnt long since after the doctors confirmed you were indeed pregnant.

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nobody asked but have my Branch headcanons :

MENTAL ETC

boy has autism. i'd say level 1 . big sensory issues & needs VERY LIMITED amounts of input. poppy helps desensitize him but. i like to imagine him with little sunglasses & headphones. a little odd socially too . he was always an outcast but you know what? we ball . he balled. he made it.

it's MY headcanon so i get to assign him a delicious dash of paranoia. maybe ppd? probably not ppd. but still very paranoid. ocd perhaps or severe gad at the very least. he thinks everything will kill him or is against him, severely. he tends to isolate when he's nervous. he copes by talking things out with poppy who is always so understanding & encouraging of him to try new things. they r in love <3

severe depression, pdd or mdd . he has to take medication [do trolls have medication. probably. it's , uh, holistic] but poppy always reminds him & makes sure he's on track

ptsd from the abandonment & grandma thing. sorry singing killed your grandma brother.

regresses as a way to cope because :3 i said so. the 'stuff' [pacifier] is LITERAL!!!! he only told poppy [he didn't tell her. she found out when he had an involuntary episode in front of her. she was confused but she loves him so it went well] & she is :3 about it. "ohoohoo my baby branch my bitty b ... yes you are" she thinks it is so cute but he is embarrassed . in tbt he revealed it a little to his brothers. &

john dory - doesn't really get it but likes seeing him be a little guy

bruce - just treats him like one of his kids tbh

clay - no way he also regresses. they are buddies

floyd - overprotective big brother mode all the way.

totally has meltdowns from overstimulation & poppy just. takes him to a dark quiet room & he thrives in there .

FAMILY

relationships....

john dory - big 'i hate you... bro' type of relationship. they don't get along but they respect each other. if my opinion of john dory changes maybe they will get along better. not now though/

bruce - COOL OLDER BROTHER!!!! branch looks up to him but he really also looks up to branch like.... bro survived on his own like that.....:cry: they are a little awkward sometimes but bond over engaging in activities together

clay - "hey buddy" "hey pal" ":}" ":}" very chill around each other. just calm. clay has similar symptoms in his autism so they get each other

floyd - besties for life... as much as he;d never admit it branch is So emotional so they talk things over & bond over deeper things like trauma & missing family. they are besties GENERAL

gets greyer some days & poppy ALWAYS makes an extra effort on those days to make sure he knows he's loved

hates the sensation of sneezing so much that he chooses to avoid new flowers/textures in case of allergies/dust [autism, baby]

can't really sleep. struggles with feeling alone at night but if he's with poppy he feels. odd & strange. why is there Somebody in my bed ?!

because of that last one he just passes out everywhere. boy is the eeper for real

had a crush on poppy the whole time since movie 1.

lowkey wishes he was 'normal' & cries about it sometimes. does this lead to meltdowns? occasionally.

was absolutely not a biter as a baby. mouth textures BAD!!!!

in the same vein, very picky eater. literally will starve instead of eating the same meals every week. mad respect for that branch i'm the opposite

hates gum with a passion. the texture the taste the noise is all terrible

gets very destructive when overwhelmed. like. screaming crying yelling hitting. but! poppy did a seminar on neurodiversity for those guys in there so they . kind of get it. they help branch not to get overwhelmed

i may do a part 2 if i remember more categories/hcs. god bless you branch

#trolls #tbt #dw trolls #trolls dw #trolls branch #trolls headcanons #branch headcanons #trolls band together #i hate john dory so much guys it kills me to think of him when i could be thinking of cool stuff like hot men but alas. trolls

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beechbloom · 1 year

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Seeing A Heart

Pairing: Dazai x gn!reader

Word count: 0,7k

Cw: Dazai sadness :(

Dazai is a beautiful thing in your life, and you want him to see that

You’d felt rather down today. As for why, you weren’t sure. It simply seemed sadness had decided today was a good day to take ahold of your heart.

Trying to escape said feeling, you decided to go for a quiet stroll around a less busy part of the city. The river stayed your companion as you passed trees, benches, and the occasional person – all tinted with the soft orange of the sky. You stopped by a railing, looking out upon the water. It felt lonely, yet strangely fulfilling, spending time to take in what you normally took for granted.

“What’s a lovely something like you doing out here all by your lonesome?”

You smile, not even bothering to look in his direction. “Admiring the things I’ve been given in life.”

Dazai shifts, letting his thumbs rest in his pockets. “Hn, then perhaps I should leave you be?” he ponders. “The sin a man like me carries would surely be enough to taint your view of the world.” You can hear the humor he attempts to paint his words in, yet it doesn’t reach them fully. If he didn’t believe what he said, would he not be leaning on the railing beside you?

Your eyes meet his frame, and despite his words, you see nothing that could taint your vision. The wind gently plays with his wavy dark hair, and the sky – now bright with color – outlines his body so elegantly that you’d sooner say you were in the presence of a man carrying God’s blessing than a sinner. There is nothing ugly in your view, though there is sadness in those eyes. A deep pool of melancholy trying to hide behind the quirk of a lip.

"Quite the opposite. I believe you enhance it.”

He blinks at you before an airy laugh leaves him. “While I know my outside can be rather appealing, I believe my inside... fails to match it.” An almost unreadable look crosses his eyes. “You of all people should know that.”

A sigh leaves your nose. He’d bore his truth to you before, revealing a dark past riddled with iniquity. He worked hard to build up a persona free of it all, yet in quiet moments like this, he showed you his thoughts – the threads in his head that tied him down. You know that if he didn’t want you to, you wouldn’t see a thing. And yet here he was, uncovering them in this moment so you could. It was a sign of trust. And so, you figured it would only be right for you to give him your honesty in return.

You take a step toward him, gently letting one hand cradle his. The other goes to one side of his face, barely touching it. «If you believe there is something wrong with people seeing the beauty in you, then I suppose there must be something wrong with me.” There was a sense of vulnerability in sharing something like that, making your cheeks flush a shade of red. Still, you continue, voice firm. “Because I see it plain as day.”

He takes a moment to processes what he's just heard. While you wish to give him time, there's only so much silence you can handle before your embarrassment swallows you. Just as you begin to pull your hand away from his cheek, he gently grabs ahold of it. There’s a small smile on his lips as he sighs, thumb stroking the back of your hand. “You truly are good, [Name].”

You smile, an amused huff leaving you. “Good is about perspective. And from mine, I’d say there’s some in you too. Seeing as you happened to show up here when I was sad and lonely.”

A laugh escapes him. “My, aren’t you perceptive?” He gets closer, face inches from yours. “And what if it truly was coincidence, hm? Can you prove it wasn’t?”

You grab both his hands, grinning. “Either way I’m happy you’re here, so it’s a win for me!”

Your words seem to catch him off guard, face turning thoughtful for a second as he studies yours. Then his expression changes, and you’re graced with something beyond valuable.

A genuine smile.

“Come, I'll escort you home."

You’d seen his truth. You’d seen his thoughts. Yet now, with that smile of his, you felt you were seeing a glimpse of something even more precious.

You were seeing his heart.

#dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai #dazai osamu #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #ficlet #osamu dazai #angst

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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FOR YOUR EVENT!!!! I'M SO EXCITED YAYAYAYYYYY

okokok so from the lists, could I haveeee

29. giggling while kissing (from the kisses prompt list)

and from the dialogue list let's do...

136. did you enjoy yourself last night?

111. delete it. now.

(and i'm not sure if you wanted me to include a character or not, but either way i trust your judgement!! congrats again <33333)

*screams and kicks and cries about how much I love this* also went with Tsumu bc. Like. He’s my husband 🧡

tw!! suggestive content for comedic purposes. Nothing is done, but the verbiage is definitely suggestive!! Also tw hangover, drinking is mentioned.

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You woke up with a pounding headache.

It wasn’t like you had more than a few glasses of wine, but you knew when Inarizaki had reunions, no one was safe from the party; even Shinsuke, who goes to bed at 9:30 because he’s a man of absolutely uncontrollable patterns.

Unfortunately, for you, Inarizaki reunions meant Suna Rintaro was there, and you were determined to drink him under the table any chance you got. He’s a great friend, been yours for years, but screw him and his stupid cocky self that you’ve got to set into place every few months.

Pounding headaches and blurry nights were definitely a price, but at the end of it all, it’s definitely an event you wouldn’t pass up for the world.

Even as your entire being feels like it’s covered in bricks.

“Morning, my baby,” the sweet, yet somehow still cocky voice of your boyfriend croons into your ear. His warm breath spans over your cheek, and you whine and cover your head with the pillow.

“Your breath reeks,” you grumble, desperate to ignore his snickers. “Can you give me fourteen seconds before you’re the bane of my existence?”

“I’m sure I can,” he teases, and god he’s lucky he’s so cute because the smirk in his voice makes you want to whack him with a pillow. “I’m not gonna, but I can.”

“You’re such a disappointment,” you snip, and that’s prompted with a soft kiss against your aching temple. That, finally, does have you melting, and you whimper softly before turning your head to bury into his chest. He holds you lovingly, letting you settle against him. “No wonder ‘Samu’s the favorite child.”

“‘Samu’s the favorite because of pity,” he says simply, and you giggle in his chest dopily. From his chest, you hear his outer arm paw for his phone on the bedside table, and you mewl once the comforting weight settles back against your shoulders.

“So,” he says, nosing at your hairline. “Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

“So much,” you say, voice warbled from the way your lips are smooshed against his chest. “Too much.”

“I know,” he teases, and once again, you want to smack the smirk off his face with the pillow. “You were definitely the life of the party last night. Off your rocker completely.”

“Hm?”

He pauses, and you feel a certain queasiness settle in your heart.

“Definitely had me in surprise. Thought Osamu was gonna have a stroke. Definitely glad Sunarin caught it on video, otherwise you may not believe me.”

Fuck. What did you do?

“Please, whatever it is, be nice about it,” you beg, now hiding your face from him not to be comfortable, but to hide your embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad about it,” he assures.

Why would he be mad about whatever it was?

Then, from his phone, you hear your voice in a drunken stupor, wailing on and on about how much you love Atsumu, and you’re blessed to have him and how definitely some unsavory things that absolutely should not have been said aloud, in public.

But nothing that would cause such a strange reaction; Sunarin was always known to catch you at your worst, even if it is flirting with-

“Yer damned boyfriend is gonna come out here and kick my ass if you don’t stop.”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna film the whole thing,” Suna snorts from behind the camera.

“I wanna lick your abs.”

“ATSUMU!”

Osamu.

You were flirting with Osamu, thinking he was Atsumu.

Instantly, immediately, your eyes fly open and you scramble as far as you can away from your blonde boyfriend, eyes wide as saucers while he cackles at your expense. Your chest heaves and you feel bile rushing up your throat, horrified for the trauma you probably caused the other twin.

“You are sooo into me,” he wheezes, pointing and laughing at you.

“Fuck you, this isn’t funny!” You wail, burying your face in your hands. “Oh, my god, your teammates must think I’m fucking feral! I’ll never be able to show my face again! Fuck!” Your voice, snow hiked in a snarl, growls out a sharp “delete it. Now.” from behind your palms.

He snickers and you feel the bed weight shift, and there’s a comforting warmth that settles against you as he plops next to you.

“You’re makin’ a mountain out of a molehill,” he says sweetly, as if that’s supposed to help. “You got a little plastered and mistook me for the lesser twin is all.”

“‘Is all,’” You whimper. He tosses an arm around your shoulder and you hide your face in his bicep. “I practically cheat on you and you say ‘is all.’”

“Hard to be mad at you when you moan my name at my twin.”

“Shut up!”

“Talkin’ about how you wanna lick my abs,” he starts to plant kisses on your head, the quick action making you squeal softly. “You want me to toss you on the counter, ride my thigh, suck my toes-“

“Fuck you, I did not say that!” You groan, but this time it’s shrouded in laughter.

“I have 4 friends and 1 scarred Kita-San who will confirm that.” He beams at your laughter, now moving his kisses to peck along your cheek, and you shove at him gently at the tickly feeling. “How you love me soooo much, how sexy I am and how bad you are for me-“

“I get it!” You giggle. You turn your head up to nudge his teasy lips away, but instead he captures your own in a kiss, the rapid, repeated pecks now on your laughing lips. His long arm wraps around your shoulders and gently angles your jawline to keep you as subjected to his affections as possible.

“How you’d do anything for me, with me, how everyone else is so jealous that they’re not me- which is true, but I was surprised to hear you say it.”

“You’re so embarrassing!”

“You looove me.”

“Unfortunately I do- no!”

Slender fingers curl at your jawline and neck, tickling you back into submission, all the while kissing the laughter from your mouth once again.

“Shut up. You’re in no position to be a brat right now.”

“Stop being mean!” You whine around your laughter.

He cocks a brow before leaning down to your writhing head, once again holding it steady as he stops tickling with the same hand.

“I’ll show you mean, babydoll.”

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dentiststoothfairy · 9 months

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Hello!! Here is the anon who requested the s/o being secretive!! First, I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!

I have a new request, that is also a bit dark? Or more hurt with comfort? Either way, if ur not comfy with it, ignore the request <33

Could i ask for a s/o being touch starved, but also scared of being touched? They want to hug their partner or soon to be partner so bad but they are scared but mmmmmh the hug,,,:c Pls with Norton and Eli!!

I'm like that, so i'm curious ehehe

ALSO CAN I BE FLOWER ANON? 🌺

Have a nice day <333

[🌺 𝙵𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝙰𝚗𝚘𝚗, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚓𝚒 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝! 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝! 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝!]

🍩 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 🍩 & 🦉 𝐄𝐋𝐈 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊 🦉

𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

🍩 𝐍𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 🍩

okay so. This guy probably isn't overly touchy or affectionate, but I feel like physical touch would be a love language of his. Just not his main one. (We know acts of service is probably his speciality)

But, once he overheard you saying liked to be hugged and physically touched? Okay. He can work with that. Sure. Watch him absolutely whisk you off your feet.

But once he noticed you seemed to flinch at his touch- he backed so far off. Oh my god. Were you not interested in him? Oh gosh- he felt awful. Fuck he's never doing THAT again. He nearly ruined his shot, if he hadn't already.

"N-.no! No, wait come back..."

..???

Wait now you're okay with it?

Wait now you're not?

WHAT ARE YOU SAYING Y/N? Okay- okay. So.. So you want physical touch.. But you're literally scared of it?

Okay. How does that even work? Can someone be touched starve and wan- oh my god..

Okay yeah no. Uhhhhh he can work with this. Yeah. He can do it. The prospector is... Determined. Okay yeah, he can work his way around this. Okay, so he hasn't fucked himself over royally. Sure let's do it.

As if he wasn't overthinking enough before you got together, he certainly is now. He's calculating every move in that magnetic head of his, making sure that he's got everything covered.

His hugs are hugged sparingly, but he definitely tries to make them as gentle as possible with you. It honestly feels even better because of how tall he is, so it's sort of like.. Really soothing.

He might be a little confused by it, but like.. He's not really one to judge too hardly, besides he uh.. Kinda likes you? So... You get a pass for being a little strange.

🦉 𝐄𝐥𝐢 𝐂𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐤 🦉

Okay, so Eli is sort of enamored with you.. He gives you smiles that last a little longer. He's developed an awful habit of prioritising you in matches, so, yeah.

He also was a little nervous to make a move on someone as sweet as you. He had been watching you with others to gaze how you respond to certain things,so.. You like hugs? Done.

God bless Eli, he makes the sorry mistake of hugging you from behind. He too likes hugs so nothing could go wrong. Right?

The way you JUMPED made him feel so GUILTY oh my HASTUR he didn't stop APOLOGIZING

But wait.. But you... You mentioned..

.. Was he the problem?

Oh-. How embarrassing. He uh.. He won't disturb you again.

Wait-. Now you're hugging him? But you're all flinchy! You don't have to- honestly.

Wait.. You just... Get nervous around physical touch?

Oh! Well why didn't you say so Y/N?

He's a lot more cautious now. He doesn't mind having to be a little softer around you. It's a bit of a change, but he doesn't mind it at all.

#anon ask #identity v #idv #x reader #x y/n #anon #eli clark idv #eli clark x reader #norton campbell x reader #norton x reader #norton campbell

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yaut-jaknowit · 2 years

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New Discoveries

Pairing: Uihoy (Male Yauta) x Reader (AFAB) x Vic'tao (Male Yautja)

Warnings: anal sex, rough sex, soft sex, bondage, slapping, pain kink, praise kink, slight size kink, knotting. Let me know if any were miss!

Word Count: 4385

Summary: Your life with Uihoy and Vic'tao is always crazy. For Paya's sake, you live with two alien hunters. What else do you expect? Over time, your relationship evolved more and more and more. You may not have been the first to have sex with an alien but, may be the first to have sex with two aliens at the same time. Your loose lips aided you for once. You accidentally let it slip you wanted to tie down either of them and have your way with them. Well, your wish is their command.

Author Note: So well, um, first time writing a threesome. Hopefully, it went well. I actually like this one. There's a little craziness in it which I enjoy. I try to make my somewhat realistic as possible but somethings are changed when screwing two aliens. More of these two will be coming. Both smut and not. I enjoy them, including Gawtin.

Masterlist

Ao3

Minors DNI Smut Below Cut Go away children

Soft yet strong rope was placed into your hands. Red blazed alive on your cheeks as you peered at it. This was a blessing in disguise after you let one thing slip one day. Such an embarrassing event but maybe it’ll work in your favor. Currently it is as Uihoy and Vic’tao stand in front of you. The latter shifted foot from foot while Uihoy stood still like a sturdy oak.

The rope easily held mighty when you pulled on it. It creaked underneath the strain, nothing else. Supposedly it’ll hold a Yautja down. None of you truly knew though. Now is the perfect time to test it under their strength.

Boy, did you know they were strong. You weren’t light and they each could lift you like paper. Sometimes, they did it just for fun or to display their strength. In all honesty, it was adorable when they showed off. Plus, you got a show. Who doesn’t want one when their lovers are beefy aliens that hunt for a living? Crazy people.

Uihoy patted your head. “Should hold Uihoy and Vic’tao,” he stated with a nod of his head. His lightly greying tresses swayed with the moment. The rings and decoration shined in the ship’s light. You heart fluttered in your chest at his words.

Gods, you couldn’t believe you let that slip. Loose lips while getting dicked down by an alien didn’t let you think straight. They weren’t complaining. Well, Vic originally was against the idea.

A male in his prime doesn’t bow to a human like that. He refused to even give it thought. Until a sparring match between Uihoy and him.

The older male pinned his down and used training chain to tie his arms behind his back. When Vic’tao had to stand up afterwards, there was no hiding the clear tent. Uihoy was happy to point that out, especially with you in the room. You were still up for it if Vic’tao consented, of course.

It took some puppy eyes, maybe one or two blowjobs before he relented. Uihoy smirked proudly and told Vic he wasn’t going to regret this. Strangely enough, Uihoy seemed to know more about this then what you thought as normal among their kind.

“Well, I hope it does. It’ll at least give the allusion of me having power over you guys.” You couldn’t help the smirk gracing your lips. A giddiness was beginning to hum in your bones. Tying down not only one but two Yautjas. A species that many in the universe fear.

A chuckle rumbled Uihoy’s chest. “Already know want to tie Uihoy and Vic down. Have way.” His words were your command. You couldn’t wait to try a couple of the new toys on them. You were thankful they had taken you back to earth, so you grab some supplies. Those said supplies, you wouldn’t let them know of. That would’ve ruined the surprise.

To be honest, you were truly nervous about the whole ordeal. Yet, deep down. There was an excitement that vibrated in your bones. More than you would let anyone know. But they could read it like an open book.

As the last knot was tightened, you stood back to admire your work. For Uihoy, he said whatever you wanted goes. And that you did. He had a couple of different designs you had been working on. His hands were tied up in a low hands box tie. For his legs, they were pinned in a diamond leg tie. You couldn’t leave his hips alone, loving them far too much. Rope was winded around it, called a bones and rope hip harness. All of it created beautiful art in your eyes. The purple rope worked well with the purple and green of his skin. You loved the way he looked all laid out for you.

For Vic’tao, you didn’t want to scare him too much or overwhelm him. So, you did a simple bunny tie where his forearms were behind his head, elbows pointed upwards like bunny ears. To ensure he couldn’t just pull it over his head and grab you, you tied the loose end around his ankles. It effectively bound him in a simple way.

The two before you looked magnificent. You couldn’t believe they were allowing you to live your best dream possible with them. None of the people you’ve been with in the past would even give it thought.

Yet, this. You smiled brightly kissed the both of them on their foreheads. Each giving a noise of approval. The ropes that surrounded Vic groaned when he tried to move but held steady. Perfect.

“Does everything feel okay? Nothing uncomfortable?” you questioned and strolled up in front of Vic. The male tried to sit up taller but the rope prevented him from doing so. He couldn’t move from his kneeling position. It was perfect so you didn’t need to tie his thighs and calves together.

“Yes,” he growled, hands twitching behind him. You purred out a ‘good’ and ran your hands over his upper torse; since he was now shorter than you. The power they gave almost made you drunk the more you thought about it. Two strong, fierce aliens allowed you to tie them up and have your way with them. What else in life do you need?

He began to purr, eyes threating to shut. When you raked your dull nails cross his skin, he shuttered and tugged again. “Relax, babes. I’m going to take care of the both of you,” you whispered to him and took a moment to grab something from your box of goodies.

Vic’tao tried to peer past you to see what it was but you kept it hidden. Even as you stalked up to him. The lubed butt plug inside of you could be felt with the movements. Then, you knelt before Vic and wrapped a hand around his cock. Vic thrusted his hips at your touch, yet you ignored that. You were able to block his view and pull a cock ring to the base of him, even passed the now noticeable knot. Every time with them was heaven. “Pauk, what are you doing?” His voice sounded strained.

After you slid it fully on, you stepped back again. His dick twitched. Vic looked down to find out what was there. “What is that?” He tilted his head at the strange ring like object around the base of his cock.

Then it began to vibrate. The remote control in your hand as you watched the male tense all of his muscles, eyes wide. All of his mandibles shot opened. You turned it down to its lowest setting. His spine relaxed, head bowed. You ran a finger on his chin. “Good boy,” you praised and saw how his cock jumped at your words.

Fuck, you were going to eat this up.

Next to the two of you, you heard what could be considered a whine. Uihoy looked at you with little patience. “Oh, I’m sorry, baby boy. Are you wanting attention too?” you teased the purple Yautja and walked over to him. He didn’t make another noise but peered up at you. Those bright eyes told you everything.

You straddled his shoulders and kissed him gently between his upper mandibles. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take care of both of you.” That was a promise. They knew you were one to keep a promise. The remote was set off to the side, away from Vic’tao.

Uihoy purred excitedly and strained against his bonds. You smiled and grabbed a tress carefully. The rubbery texture felt strange. Nevertheless, you brought it up to your lips and kissed it. His rumbling chest stuttered. A chuckle sounded from the back of your throat. Then you licked a minute strip up the tress. His ropes creaked loudly. He squeaked your name. You knew he loves when you paid attention to his tresses. You had a strange fascination over them and the fact that they could feel with them.

Before long, you scooted back, forced to let go of his short tress. Your body knelt between two powerful tied up thighs. They twitch as you ran your hands from his knees down to where they met with his hips. Purple rope twined around them.

When your hand soft grazed the underside of his cock, Uihoy made a choking noise and thrusted his hips. A small thought of slapping his thigh came to mind but it was quickly squished. It maybe hard to hurt them, didn’t mean you would risk it. They were your lovers.

“Is this what you want, babes?” you asked with a honeyed voice. But he wasn��t given the chance to answer. Your lips wrapped around the bright green head of his cock. It twitched in your grasp.

Poor Uihoy gasped, body strung tight. You were loving his reactions when he was like this. Every one of your touches brought out different noises you adored to hear. Then, you pulled off and kissed the tip. “I need you to stay still, okay? Be good for me, alright?” His eyes widened again.

Pauk, he felt like he drowning because of you. The oxygen was stolen from his lungs as he felt your tongue lick a stripe from his knot to tip. Drops of semen drippling down his length. Uihoy picked up his head just in time to see you scoop it up with your tongue. He was Yautja for Paya sake and had lots of stamina. But you, you were stripping him free from that. Uihoy didn’t want this to end so soon even though he could recover quickly.

Your plush lips surrounded his dick once more and sucked. Ropes groaned and dug against thick scales. “D-death of-of Uihoy,” he muttered after you released him again. You giggled proudly then let your hand roam up to his pecs. Your nails raked down below his navel before your fingers wrapped around his cock once more.

“Wouldn’t that be a great death?” you jester and slowly used your hand to stroke him. The other limb reached and grabbed the remote again. Out of the corner of your eyes, Vic’tao was staring you down, hips constantly moving. Yet, unable to gain any friction.

From your spot, he looked beautiful. Admiration sparkled in your orbs as you peered at him with a soft smile. With one press, the vibration sped up once. Vic’tao lost focus and tried to bow his body to best that he could in his situation. You laughed quietly before returning attention on Uihoy, tongue feeling along the ridges underside of his lengthy cock.

The soft furs underneath your knees helped cushion them. As you begin to take more of his dick in your mouth, one of your hands reached below to his balls and gently played with them. Accidently, Uihoy harshly thrusted up. The tip shoved down your throat. You were quick to pull back and refused to puke.

He chittered rapidly in his language, apologizes spilling from his mandibles. It was unbelievable to himself he had done that. Uihoy should have great self-control as a seasoned hunter. Not act like a new blood.

When the purple Yautja struggled against his bonds, you laid a firm hand on his chest. “It’s okay, Uie. I’m fine. That just makes me learn that your hips need to be tied down as well. I’ll leave that for next time though.” You weren’t about to let that ruin the mood. It was a mistake. He got ahead of himself, and a lesson was learned. All you need for next time was more rope for that.

You quickly glanced at Vic’tao. Semen was dripping down the ridges underneath but nowhere near enough to you he had came. Plus, he’ll let you hear when he was. But Vic seems to be enjoying himself at that speed currently. There’s no point in going any higher. Yet.

Gentle purrs rumbled in Uihoy’s throat as you returned back to your former actions, slower this time. Your free hand roamed up his frame, mindful this time. You pulled up so only his tip was in your throat before running a nail over Uihoy’s nipple.

When you felt his cock beginning to twitch wildly, you drew back and wrapped your pointer finger and thumb around the base. As he humped the air, your hand went with the movements and prevented from any friction.

Little spurts of cum sadly drooled from the tip of dick. Once he settled down, you leaned forward licked up what had fallen. Uihoy whined your name, muscles straining against his binds. “I know, babes, I know. It’ll be worth it though, I promise.”

A Yautja could cum a lot of semen, a lot more than the average human. Plus, with that knot and their size, you would always feel bloated after one comes inside of your cunt; little escapes once they knot inside of you. But if you were to take what happens when you edge a human male… it was a slight test to see if it was true.

You finally stood up and rid your body of any clothing, Yet, you kept your damp underwear in hand. For a couple of moments, Uihoy was left by himself on the floor. To which he complained whole heartly about. Something you don’t blame him for.

Vic’tao looked up at you, fire blazing in his eyes. There was no need for words for what he wanted to do to you if he wasn’t tied up. Your poor ass would be destroyed and filled to the brim. The thing is, you made it worse.

That pair of underwear was waved in front of his face. A long, dark pink tongue darted out and was able to get a taste. His eyes rolled back in his head. “Be a good boy and you may get a real taste later,” you teased the poor, tied up Yautja once more. His bindings creaked under his strength. Then, the male struck, mandibles snatching the clothing from your grasp. “Hey!”

When you attempted to retrieve them, Vic’tao would growl lowly in warning. Though, deep down, you knew he wouldn’t do anything to seriously injure you, it was enough. You returned to Uihoy.

Plush furs met your knees as you got back into position before the older Yautja. He purred happily and wiggled his hips. You petted them. “I know. You’re being so good, Uie. So good.” A full body tremble raked through him.

Sometimes, you learn something new about your lovers while in bed.

As you pulled off of Uihoy for a quick breather, there was a sharp snapping noise next to you. There was no time to react as a firm hand shoved you face first into Uihoy’s muscular stomach. Wet cloth was forced into your mouth. Another hand wrapped around the flared base of the butt plug and carefully pulled it free. You could feel the lube slowly drip from your slightly gaping hole. It made a disgusting sound once it had hit the floor some of feet away.

A gasp tore through your throat as you attempted to turn your head. Flashes of yellow and blue caught your eye. “Mpf?!” you attempted to question. Was this Vic? That was the only other being you could think of doing this to you. No one else was on the ship.

“I’ve had enough of your teasing!” he snarled. Then, you felt the familiar wet tip of his cock pushing into you. Your head reared up at the feeling.

Even in an angry and horny mindset, Vic was careful. The male went slow until his hips met the back of your, pressing your belly against Uihoy’s cock. It was trapped underneath you as Vic stilled for the rest of his patience left. You could feel the vibrating cock ring. Then, Vic’tao pulled all the way to the tip before thrusting forward.

The first pound was so harsh and strong, it made the skin there sting. Vic continued that way as you moaned and squealed and wriggled underneath his bulky frame. Your hands shook as you grabbed the closest thing: one of Uihoy’s tress. The male groaned, hips jolted up and moved against your slicking skin. Sweat beginning to coat it.

Uihoy did his best and used a mandible to hook onto the underwear in your mouth. With one simple tug, it was pulled out. Your pleas and noises easily amplified. Vic’tao didn’t even seem to notice, far too deep into destroying your ass. Lube was your best friend when you’re with them. Even when one of them used your cunt, it was a given to use lube there as well.

The male below you swiped a drop of sweat rolling down your forehead with his tongue. “See how you like it when you’re left to be teased and cannot cum!” You had just enough mind left to realized the cock ring was working in preventing him from coming as quickly. “You think that’s nice to your partner? I’ll show you.” Vic’tao emphasized his words.

Claws dug into your softer skin and pierced it. The pain made your stomach tighten. Your free hand snaked behind you but it was quickly grabbed. A threatening slap stung your ass. It left behind a red handprint, you knew for sure. A cry escaped your lips at the feeling.

Before long, you could feel the knot beginning to swell as tried to continue the use of his full length. But he didn’t want to knot you yet. “Fuck, Vic!” you whimpered into Uihoy’s stomach, nails raking down his skin. You were in heaven right now. Surely you had died and gone to heaven.

More sounds of rope snapping caught your faint attention. Your eyes barely focused on a purple and green arm reaching out with great speed.

The cock inside of you paused. The white noise drowning out almost everything faded away as you looked up.

Uihoy’s hand was wrapped around Vic’tao’s neck. The latter male was pulled down to be face-to-face with him. Low, threatening clicks were shared between the two. Your brain far too gone to mush to understand they were saying.

Suddenly, Vic was pushed off of you. His cock pulled out of you harshly. Another cry escaped your lips afterwards. Uihoy petted the top of your head, gave a quick closed mandible kiss then set you to the side on your back.

Even though you hadn’t come, your body hummed softly while your brain floated around. The pleasure delivered before and after made you feel phenomenal. Ten out of ten. Would do again. You loved it when Vic got rough with you and pushed you around. You had told them you wanted that and he was happy to listen. Your wish is his command.

But Uihoy wasn’t either happy about something Vic had did or wanted to be the dominate one. As you laid there, watching the events unfold, you scoped the smeared cum on your stomach and licked it off of your fingers. They tasted so alien to you.

Vic was forced in the same position he had put you through. This time, his mouth was hovering over your cunt.

That former fire in his eyes disappeared to a simmering heat. If this was a different situation, you would’ve laughed. Instead, you reached forward to pet his brow. But Uihoy gently grasped that hand and shook his head. “Don’t. Needs to learn lesson. Vic not in control,” he stated firmed and grabbed a handful of dark tresses. Clicks were spilling from Uihoy’s mandibles.

It was unusual to see Uihoy be so dominate. Most of the time, he was soft like rose petals. Rarely did he top Vic’tao anyhow. He left all that to Vic’tao. It was more up his alley anyhow.

Nevertheless, to see Uihoy with that dangerous look in those orbs of his… You thought you could come right then and there.

The yellow male made a noise of disagreement which Uihoy pulled harshly on his tresses. His action made you smirk down at Vic. Then, he grumbled something that made Uihoy content. You reached over and grabbed the nearby remote. One press and the device stopped buzzing altogether. Vic whined up at you and humped the air. “Nuh-uh. This is your punishment but a good lesson for all of us. I need to get stronger bindings.” Your mind was slowly coming back to you.

“Agreed,” Uihoy said then lathered both his cock and Vic’tao’s butt with plenty of lube. The younger male tried to push back on Uihoy. A quick slap to his ass forced him to stop. “Done? Or do need more?” The threat was easily heard. “Now do what told.”

He dipped his head and gazed up at you. All four of his mandibles were curled in, his tongue slithering out. Oh shit.

Before Vic had the chance to start anything, Uihoy spread his cheeks and pressed the tip of his cock in. The younger male made have pissed him off. He didn’t listen to their little hunter’s orders. But Uihoy wasn’t going to hurt him, just teach him a lesson.

His movement were careful, hips meeting the back of Vic’s thighs. Uihoy waited, listening to the deep rumble of the Yautja below him make. With his not free hand, he shoved Vic’tao forward. In the Yautja language, he growled for Vic to lick. He needed to make it up to their ooman. They’ll go out and buy better ropes as well. Test them on the spot so they don’t have this problem.

Vic’tao was quick to listen. A long, forked tongue licked up a strip, from bottom to top; paying special attention to your clit. Something they both learned along the way.

Your head was thrown back, back arching off of the bed covered in furs. With your wriggling body, he shifted to hook his arms around your thick thighs and hold you right. There was no moving away from him now. He had a delicious meal before. And he wasn’t about to let that go.

Pitiful cries poured from your lips as he dug in like an Alabama tick. Your hands clawed at the furs below but didn’t gain any footing. Every pass over your clit further pushed you up and up and up towards the clouds.

One of your hands snapped around one of his free tresses and pulled. You were close, much closer than you would rather admit. And Vic knew this, claws digging into the muscles that formed your thighs and doubled down. The purrs surging through his throat vibrated his tongue and somehow buzzed across your clit. “Vic, babes-“ you attempted to tell him you were about to come all over his tongue but couldn’t. The words lodged in your throat.

White light blinded you, body arched off of the bed. Your mouth dropped in a silent scream, eyes rolling up in your head. But the male didn’t relent. His tongue continued to lick and play with your clit, sometimes dipping into your cunt. All the while making squishing noises every time he did so.

And he didn’t stop. You tried to use his tress to pull him off. Yet, Vic stayed locked to your hips, eyes set ablaze again.

You felt yourself come again. You hadn’t even finished with your first one but Vic had already dragged another from you. That’s when it became too painful to endure. “Y-yellow!” you stuttered, nails digging harshly into his dreads without meaning to.

Immediately, the hulking Yautja pulled away. Your body melted into the bed, barely registering the ground slightly shaking underneath you. Both of you eyes were closed, lungs harshly taking breaths in.

A roar jolted you from your content state. Above the two of you, Uihoy’s mandibles were fully expanded. He looked magnificent, body flexing, hips stuttering with all he had left. He tugged on Vic’s tresses, forcing him so his back against his own then flopped to the side. This took Vic alongside with him. You laughed at the action and crawled over to him.

All of your lower muscles ached with the movement. You stayed on your knees before the cuddling males. Yet, something caught your attention. Uihoy had knotted Vic but the younger Yautja’s cock was angry looking. He hadn’t come. That was something you had to fix.

As you reached out to help finish him off, a purple hand wrapped around your wrist. “Let Vic be alone. Punishment for not listening,” Uihoy grumbled. Vic’tao screeched out his disagreement and tried to break away from his hold. Uihoy wouldn’t allow this and secured him tightly to his chest.

“I guess he deserves it,” you agreed alongside with him and went to stand. Uihoy made a noise that had you stopping. The male moved his hips back, pulling his knot from Vic. Said Yautja groaned, talon flexing at the action.

Uihoy huffed then stood up and pointed a threatening finger at him. That meant for him to stay, both of you knew this.

It took a couple of minutes for him to return. You heard him before he had reentered the bedroom, a long chain in hand. A sinister smirk gracing your face. One already on the smaller Yautja’s features.

When Vic’tao saw this, he attempted to crawl back and making noises of complaint. “No, learn lesson. These will not break,” Uihoy stated firmly and caught the fleeing male before he could get far. The chains weren’t as prettily wrapped around the bulky Yautja but it did the job and restrained him. Arms tied behind his back and legs restricted.

The purple male came up to you and simply picked you up. “Bath?” he questioned. You nodded your head, happily to take a warm, relaxing bath with your lover. Well, one of them anyway.

As Uihoy carried you away, you peered over his shoulder and waved at Vic. “Better luck next time, babes.” Vic’tao snarled and pulled against his bonds but they barely even moved. The only reason you didn’t use those was they aren’t most comfortable. You wanted something comfortable and pretty.

Damn the both of them. Those ropes were hard to get and they had ruined them! You’ll figure some way to get back at them.

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