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yanderestarangel · 7 months

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bye i loveee your work so much💗

can you write head canons trio lin kuei reaction to you changing in front of them and they secretly have a crush on you? thank you. 💕

HEADKANONS MK1 | TRIO LIN KUEI | "CHANGING IN FRONT OF THEM - THEY SECRETLY LIKE YOU." + BONUS CHARACTER EDITION.

A/N: Thank you for admiring my work anon, I hope you like it <3

TW: AFAB READER, NO PRONOUNS USED OTHER THAN "YOU", SMUT, NSFW, LITTLE ANGST, V!SEX, BLOWJOB, FINGERING.

➥ BI HAN

He has liked you since you joined the clan as a ninja recruit, but he never had the courage to tell you for several reasons and the main one being because he was grand master, he thought he was "superior" to someone of a higher rank minor position like you. However, nothing stopped him from approaching you as an "older advisor" and friend - he would even let you play with his hair sometimes or go with you on Friday nights to watch cliché movies and eat junk food, with both of you staying up until at 4 o'clock in the morning, Bi Han's dark circles became more exposed but he would never say no to you -

So on one of those nights you decided to change in front of him, you didn't even notice and were already taking off your clothes, Bi Han soon felt heat in his body and his heart raced, he was blushing heavily as he tried to control himself, looking at everything he didn't like.

It was you - especially on the floor - but he couldn't resist admiring your body, every curve, the soft and tempting skin that seemed delicious to taste. His erection was already pressing against his pants, making him grab a pillow to try to cover the bulge in the fabric, while he grunted softly. He opened his mouth trying to speak, but in the end he couldn't, just twitching as he felt his cock getting harder and harder. If you didn't notice, he wouldn't say anything, just asking for permission to go to the bathroom, focusing on everything except his own hard cock in his pants, but it was impossible.

You would ask through the door if everything was okay with him, and he would get angry with himself for not being able to answer. After a few minutes he would come out and try to act normally, but pride, fear and doubt wouldn't let him speak his feelings for you, maybe next time.

➥TOMAS VRBADA

The two of you met through Johnny Cage, Tomas went to one of the clubs he was invited to go to, you knew Johnny and stayed in the VIP area with the men, quickly making friends with the ninja, mainly because Tomas was too out of place.

After that meeting you started going out together, parties, shopping malls and he even took you to visit the Lin Kuei territory - He had really fallen in love with you the first time he saw you, you were so kind and warm to him, smiling and making him comfortable in each encounter, Tomas wanted to be more than just your friend, much more -

Then one day you invited him again to go to the mall, do some shopping. You always clung to his muscular arm, making him blush like a tomato. So the two of you go to a store, where you asked Vrbada for help to choose an outfit - he just didn't expect you to change in front of him -

Tomas was paralyzed for a few seconds, as he looked at your vulnerable body in front of him, he was bigger than you and stronger, he could easily carry you around or better yet, fucking you against that mirror. But Tomas stopped having those thoughts, embarrassed, he liked you but he was embarrassed to talk about it because he thought you would never like a simple ninja like him.

Tomas looked at you again, using maximum concentration not to say anything, but his smoke magic was getting out of control, he was blushing and his dick was bothering his pants, he felt the sticky wetness against his boxers, he he had cum in his pants - he soon gained courage as he approached you, whispering how beautiful you looked and how much he wanted to touch you.

"-(Y/N) I... I... I just want to touch you, feel your body against mine, your smell and I've liked you for so long... Please give me a chance to have you make you happy..." -Tomas whispered against your ear, while he met your gaze in the mirror - if you accepted you would end up sucking Tomas's dick inside the mall's dressing room.

➥ KUAI LIANG

He met you through Liu Kang, you helped with the defense of the earthly plane in strategies, you were always nice to him, making him smile in tense moments of the missions and even saving him in several of them. Kuai would sometimes give you small flowers , starting a friendship with you quickly, carrying you on his back often or using his ropes to hold you as a joke - a game that almost ended with you and Kuai kissing - Obviously he liked you, but he thought you were him I only saw you as a friend and mission companion, just a professional and platonic relationship. So, one day you had to disguise yourself to enter the enemy fortress, with you having to change your clothes in front of him.

Liang only realized later what was happening, as he saw your body exposed to him, especially how fragile you looked compared to him. He tried to push the thoughts to the back of his mind, but he couldn't, his dick was throbbing, his face was flushed with embarrassment and small sparks of fire were coming out of his fingertips, he could barely control his own abilities. He felt his mouth burning, it was so dry.

Kuai Liang wouldn't hold back while talking about his feelings, he would take a considerable distance to make you comfortable and not touch you without permission. If you accepted, the mission would be delayed, since Kuai Liang was too busy fucking you while you moaned with your pussy on his dick - he would also fulfill his dream of fucking you with you immobilized with his ropes -

BONUS CHARACTER ➥ RAIDEN

He met you through Madame Bo, you helped set up the restaurant and cleaned the tables after each customer left or entered. He always went there after work with Kung Lao, and was always sweet to you, an extreme gentleman, even kissing the palm of your hand - even if he was blushing, he had to, you were the nicest person and incredible that he met - So the farmer soon became your friend. From the beginning, Raiden always saw you as a future partner, he wanted to give you love and prove how well loved you could be by him, but he suppressed everything inside himself for a while.

You always saw Raiden's gaze meet yours, regardless of the time, place or day, he always smiled and greeted you, even on his worst days. You were so excited to see your friend each day that passed, Raiden always arrived at the restaurant looking for you, smiling when he saw you hug him while you took his order and he asked how your day was and if you were okay.

He was tired of pretending he didn't fucking fall in love to you.

So one day you and Raiden were talking in Madame Bo's empty restaurant, with him helping you organize some tables, but some iced tea fell on your clothes, Raiden noticed offering to clean the stain for you, which led you to Changing in front of him, the poor man couldn't stop blushing and smiling like a fool in love that he was, he admired every curve of your body, not even realizing that his erection was visible, but you noticed.

Raiden would stutter and try to cover the bulge in his pants, but he would soon give up saying that he always liked you and that you are everything to him. If you liked him that way too, the two of you would end up fucking in the restaurant bathroom, while Raiden fingered you, sticking his fingers in your pussy while you kissed him and moaned his name.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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t4rt4gl14 · 2 years

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#.that’s the spot !~

⭐︎➢ #8. “m’gonna b-break- n-not there! ahh!~”

✧ — FEATURING: thoma. albedo. xiao.

✦⌇WARNINGS: MNDI. DARK CONTENT AHEAD. GN!READER + handjob + blowjob + prostrate massage? + overstim + dry orgasm + fingering ( giving ) + degradation ( giving ) + brat taming ( with scaramouche ) + praise + spanking + punishment ( giving ) + dacryphilia + aphrodisiac

A/N : part 2 with kazuha — scaramouche — aether — gorou coming after ‼️‼️

THOMA.

☆ — “a-ah! one!”, thoma yelps whilst you give him a nice spank, massaging the flesh after abruptly thwacking it. you caught him touching himself when you specifically told him not to. “what a slut, don’t forget to count honey”, you smack his ass again and again. but you couldn’t help slip a finger into his tight hole, your other hand continuously making harsh contact with his skin. however thoma only cries out when you bump directly onto his prostate. “nonono-“, spank. “a-anghhh! m-m’gonna break!~ ♡♡u-ungh not ther-e ah ahnng ♡”, he was incredibly sensitive, you’ve just started and he’s already twitching like crazy.

[ MORE UTC ]

your fingers play with insides just until he comes, the tight knot unfolding as you continue to ravage him and his cum spills all over your lap. but you just love to toy with him. “oh thoma~ you can cum again right?”, he knew he’d be broken by the end of your punishment.

…and here you are, lightly rubbing thomas sticky tip, his cock an angry red as the pool of cum lays underneath him. “n-no…please i-i ah!~ ♡c-can’t cum again.♡♡”, you pity him. it was 3rd orgasm, poor bby, his cheeks are flushed and his entire body twitches. wkdwjsj how cute <3

ALBEDO.

☆ — it is extremely fun to have to access to albedos lab especially when you’re quite skill full at alchemy. you’ve decided to make a potion that enhances a mammals hormones and cause them to breed, “YES! i’ve made it successfully!”, since albedo wasn’t here yet you decided to make dinner but his drink would be a little special. soon albedo returned from whatever journey he was on and was surprised to see you with two plates in hand, you were both eating just fine until you had offered him some strawberry milk. “drink up! it has a little twist~”, he was hesitant but the moment he took his last sip, his legs closed instantaneously and his eyes brows furrowed

placing your hand right on his clothed cock, he squirmed, and bucked his hips for more friction, “i-i- h-hot♡ m-m’so hot~”♡♡, it worked!, “let me help you dearest.”and that’s what led you here, shoving a dildo nice and snug in his hole, “n-not there! not there!! t-too sensitive ♡anghh!~ mm! ahahh~♡”, you harshly stroke his cock as fuck him. hmm he’s so pretty like this you should make that drink more often <33

XIAO.

☆ — nah let’s be fr. the only way you’d get xiao in such a state is to play it off as innocent first, you’d been so ‘tired’ after spending time with the traveller, so you’d just been hoping for some cuddles, “xiaoooo? adeptus xiao?”, and like magic he appeared, “you called?”, you explained to him how you’d just wanted to cuddle for a while and to your surprise, he calmly accepted, expecting nothing less than to just hug each other and lie down, what he didn’t expect was for your palm to slide down his body, “m-mortal! what do you th- ah!~”, you giggle as you toy with his tip before pressing your body right up against his, stroking his cock but stopping just before he cums, “a-ah! h-hey! i wanted to- mmph! angh!~ ah”, fucking his ass was a good idea but you wanted to hit that special spot, that when you touch it his toes curl, his eyes roll back, and his back arches.

“a-angh! ♡♡n-not there! mmm- angh ohhh unghh♡!”, xiaos entire body shakes as he lets himself go, drowning in the pleasure of his abdomen contracting yet the tears cascade when you continue your assault, “no! stop! mmm t-too much! s’too much! ♡anghh!”, bringing an adeptus to tears from the pain of pleasure was so fucking hot, you couldn’t help but get addicted <33

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fishysaltine · 3 months

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Odd internet discourse but I absolutely think every single of the main NPC’s would peel and orange for TAV/Durge, mostly depending on relationship status.

Wyll would peel an orange for you if he didn’t know you, he’s the Blade of the Frontiers!!! Peeling an orange for someone, let alone his friend or lover with probably a breath of relief from killing goblins/giant bats/gnolls. And he’d be a good orange peeler too. He’d even probably break it down perfectly into the little slices too. He kind of gets a hiccup when Mizora transforms him but he quickly figures out how to put his new claws to use and uses them to cut the peel even better like one of those fancy orange peelers.

Gale probably wouldn’t peel an orange for someone if they were some stranger on the street, but most definitely if you’re his friend or beyond. But if you’re his lover he’d probably make you a magic orange tree that gives you perfectly peeled oranges whenever you want them, mostly bc he’s not the best at peeling oranges (the skin is too tight for him, ok???) and everything HAS to be perfect for his Tav/Durge. God Gale would just be like “you’re just not ambitious enough try harder”, give you a thumbs up, and fuck off.

Karach would totally peel and orange for her bestie, and most definitely for her Tav/Durge. The thing is she’d totally suck at it. I imagine she just bites the peel to get it loose, but then her claws would just cut into the orange and get juice all over her hands (and in her eye), and it’d be a totally fucked up orange BUT she would do her best and yk what? She can just squish it and make Tav/Durge orange juice. (Plus Tav/Durge can lick it off her hands so who’s complaining rlly)

Shadowheart would only peel an orange for you if you were her BEST friend/lover and also if she’s a Selunite. Yk Shar has some sacred law about oranges being some weird metaphor for emotions and she won’t stand for that as a Sharran. She would look at Tav/Durge with that incredulous “okay…?” Look she does and that tone she has when she thinks her dearest is being silly/stupid, but she would do it. She would also be a decent peeler I imagine, but she would leave those annoying white strands on it just to kind of piss Tav/durge off.

Lae’zel would peel an orange depending on how you approach her. I think she’d have to see you peeling an orange first, get curious about it, and eventually break down and ask “wtf is that?” And Tav/Durge has to show her how to peel and orange. Then it becomes some like wild competition to her, especially if you romance her and give her a peeled orange once. Then she just starts peeling oranges and is absolutely awful at it and then gets angry that she’s not good at peeling oranges. So in the end she’ll probably take your orange, peel it for you, go like “chck, see? This is how a true warrior peels an orange.” Just to show off how goddamn good she is at peeling oranges, then give it back. And in the end she is crazy good at peeling oranges. (I imagine Tav/Durge and Lae’zel peeling oranges, then exchanging them while waiting for a sunrise. I also imagine Lae’zel likes the citrusy taste, but not how sticky it is.)

Astarion would only peel an orange for you only if you’re his lover. People who don’t think he would have never seen him interact with Durge or Half-illithid Tav (heavy on Durge in their entirety). And I don’t mean this in a “omg he’s my Prince Charming” I mean it in a way of like, a silent act of service. He would peel an orange for a romanced Tav in Act 3. He’d probably look at you weird, but he’d peel it, being anxious and snarky the whole time (bc let’s be real this man has probably never in his 240ish years of life, peeled an orange. Probably makes a note about how “CAZAdor never had USE for ORANGES”). But he would peel it, and complain about his nails and clothes in that whiny tone that he has when he really doesn’t mind, he’d just taking the piss out of you because you’re an adult and can technically do it yourself. But he gets the point. Kind of. Non-ascended epilogue Astarion is the one who gets it, and isn’t as snarky about doing it as Act 3 Astarion.

Ascended Astarion would peel oranges for Tav/Durge only after they beg him too, he wants/needs to see them pathetic before he entertains the thought of being anything for them just for them. He would also be super manipulative and bitchy about it like “oooohhh look at what I do for you, darling. You owe me so such, my pretty little consort. I treat you sooo well, don’t I?” The whole works.

P.S. Halsin would peel an orange for anyone who asks, and I imagine he’s good at it. He’s Archdruid, which means he gets a +10 to fruit checks. And oranges he peels also just always taste the best too. It’s concerning how good they are.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 wyll #gale of waterdeep #shadowheart #lae’zel #astarion #halsin #karlach bg3 #karlach #my silly silly thoughts #my writing #I saw people talking about this and I felt like I needed to sacrifice my piece #I think people underestimate how much these characters adore Tav/Durge

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belovedyandere · 1 year

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Could I please request a yandere male concubine falling for a female guard?

cw. feminine male, sexual property, sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes

yandere concubine was, interestingly enough, never too fond of having sexual relations of any kind. however, he did received benefits from it. especially when the royal family’s daughter took interest in him. being escorted to a secluded chambers that belonged wholly to him was one of his highlights. the sex was the downside. fortunately for him, he wasn’t the only concubine living beside the princess, so he had very few interactions, though majority of them consisted in late night wooing. it wasn’t the people he spent nights with that had him rolling his eyes at the act, rather the act itself. two naked bodies, sweaty and covered in one another’s fluids. it made him…uncomfortable. as though he was a cicada trapped in a stale, rigid and overstimulated body he couldn’t be freed from. but the gifts and rewards he’d receive for his body were too extravagant to give up. his most prized were the clothing he’d receive. fine materials fit for him, accentuating his body and features. he was truly aware of the beauty he held, even for a man. his looks and his honeyed tongue carried him throughout his life. and so far, here he was, searching for a particular guard.

although this place was divine, it had something lacking. in short— it was boring. and being called upon like a dog for sex was slowly getting to the concubine. he had companions outside the castle, like-minded people who were fun to converse with. and almost every person had such perverse eyes when they looked at him. man or woman, it made him itch. so it was a relief to stumble upon you,

a guard that was not wholly assigned to him, but rostered accordingly for the whole group of concubines. each day this guard would move from one concubine to the next to watch over. he observed you when you were allocated to him, and in some time he began to slowly seek you out. he found your duties awfully boring, standing outside their chambers or having to follow them around until days end. he felt almost akin to you when seeing you stand there in silence, you poor thing, he was certain you would enjoy his company compared to the rest. and you were the only one who wouldn’t stare at him with intentions that revolved around carnal desires. the only thing you were lacking was your voice. you barely spoke, only acknowledging a person yet staying utterly silent throughout. it was admirable how stern you were in your duties but he soon found that quietness that endearing, he did enjoy hearing himself talk, and to have you listen respectfully did an awful number of throbbing to his heart.

soon his thoughts were occupied by you, his plans of the future had you in them, your company being the root of his happiness for that day. but what shocked him the most, what made him halt from his tracks and begin to truly decipher his feelings of you was that dream he had. you were awfully enticing, your body wrapped around his, saying sweet nothings to him, and when he awoke, he was met with an intense pulsation from his cock and wet substance that was awfully sticky littered around his pants and blanket. he was embarrassed, but he was more so in disbelief, because he wanted to continue that dream. he had these unfamiliar urges that he had no control over, it felt as though he had become a teenage boy who had discovered puberty and the source of it was a silly crush. and his silly crush was you. he could feel the deep, hot flush on his face, how could he be blushing? someone as beautiful and intelligent as him, over a measly guard that barely even uttered a word? this must of been witchcraft. your concubine was silly, resorting to magic in hopes to find some reasonable excuse as to his situation. he was flustered, and his cock that demanded you didn’t help him in the slightest. what was he to do?

#yandere concubine #concubine smut #belovedyandere oc #yandere #yandere smut #female reader

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chrisbangsbf · 3 months

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Hyunjin/Jisung

Explicit | 910 words

TAGS: semi crack fic, Santa's elves! hyunsung, Christmas magic, double sided dildo, food fucking (literally), magic aphrodisiac (?), rimming, being walked in on by Santa

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"I can't believe you've done this," Hyunjin laughs, holding the candy cane dildo Jisung had just created in his hands, turning it over to examine its perfection.

The sweat on his palms is already making it stick to him a little, and he would grimace if he wasn't already so turned on. Rolling his eyes at himself for even considering Jisung's little idea in the first place, Hyunjin hands the dildo back to him.

Jisung had used a little Christmas magic to turn one of their double sided dildos into a real candy cane. All the dildo texture was still there and everything, but it was just... hard, and made of candy.

Unbelievable. He truly has an exceptional mind.

"Hey, you're the one who put the image of you fucking me with a bundle of candy canes in my head to begin with!" Jisung pouts, crossing his arms over the swell of his chest and cocking his hip, and looking positively edible doing so. The little bell on his hat jingles with the movement, and Hyunjin grins with amusement.

"Santa is gonna be pissed," Hyunjin says while pushing his pants down and kicking them off his ankles in a hurry. They probably don't have much time before the higher up elves start trying to find where they've run off to, or even worse, the jolly man himself.

Hyunjin can't even really complain though, especially not when Jisung was thoughtful enough to offer lube with a matching flavor to go along with the candied dildo.

Jisung beams as he watches the other elf strip bare and lay back on the bed, spreading his legs to toy with his own hole eagerly. "You seem more excited than me!"

"It's hot that you're so reckless," Hyunjin groans, hating to admit that the other is probably right. He's excited. "You gonna get your tasty little ass over here or not?" he teases, a mess of giggles bubbling up out of his throat without permission. The smell of peppermint always gets him excited.

Jisung doesn't have to be asked twice. He throws his clothes to the side and crawls up into the bed as well, excitement buzzing under his skin at the prospect of it all. He watches Hyunjin slip one end of the candy cane into his slippery hole with a moan, his face twisting in pleasure. He scoots as close as possible, their balls touching, and lays a sticky hand against Hyunjin's hip. The smell of peppermint is almost dizzying.

"It feels so good," Hyunjin hisses, licking his beautifully plump, glossy lips.

After a few moments of adjusting to the girth of the candy cane, he reaches forward and spreads the lube across Jisung's entrance as well before slipping a couple of long fingers inside. Jisung whimpers as Hyunjin plays with his prostate, sticky fingers stretching him open with determination and accuracy.

When the candy cane dildo finally slips into him as well, he can't help but release a needy whine in response. Hyunjin rocks against him, making the candy shift inside both of them, and it feels incredible. Jisung grabs onto one of Hyunjin's outstretched, lanky legs to ground himself, already almost overwhelmed with pleasure.

Perhaps the magic has made them extra sensitive… or maybe it's like an aphrodisiac or something. They didn't know. Jisung definitely didn't read the fine print.

"Oh fuck, Jisungie. I'm gonna cum," Hyunjin wails, throwing his head back as his hips roll and buck wildly.

The warmth of being inside them, mixed with the wetness of lube has made the candy melt significantly, red stickiness seeping out of their holes and onto their asscheeks, making them messily stick together each time their skin touches. Which is with every movement.

"Me too," Jisung cries out, feeling the candy drag against his prostate in the most perfect way. He's almost delirious with need.

Their orgasms wash over them quickly, cum dribbling out all over each other and making even more of a mess than before. The two let the candy slip out of them before sitting up to kiss each other tenderly, smearing the melted sugar against the sheets even farther.

"Do you think we are on the naughty list yet?" Hyunjin asks, hoping that maybe Santa will punish them for this if so. That man knows way too much.

"I hope so." Jisung smirks mischievously, pushing Hyunjin back against the bed again and crawling up to straddle his face. He chuckles and turns around the other way before dropping down to lick the sweetness from Hyunjin's balls, tongue dragging over his puffy rim. "But if not, we'd surely have to be after this.

Hyunjin hums in agreement and wraps his arms around Jisung's thighs before pulling him down to tongue hungrily at his hole and slurp up the melted candy, eager to continue despite their matching sensitivity.

And with Hyunjin digging his tongue inside him like this, swirling it around, Jisung feels like he could probably cum again. He grinds against his face ever so slightly and lets his own sweetened drool run down to Hyunjin's abused hole from where he's laying, open mouthed and panting, against his taint.

High on sugar and adrenaline, and also probably the magic, neither of them even react to the sound of heavy footsteps coming closer from the end of the hallway… not even paying any mind when the door knob twists and there's a familiar huff of disappointment at the door.

#hyunsung #hyunsung drabble #hyunsung smut #stray kids #stray kids drabble #stray kids smut #skz #skz drabble #skz smut #chrisbangsbf #crack fic #drabbles

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emmywrites-blog · 2 years

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Hey hon! Could I request Prince Paul during the birth of his first child? I think he’d be adorable with a daughter

absolutely!! i love this idea so much and might even do little blurbs of his daughter growing up? do we like that idea??

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word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff!

summary: labour isn’t fun for anyone, but once you see your husbands reaction to your ray of sunshine, you decide it just might be worth it.

warnings: mentions of pregnancy, depictions of labour, cursing, children?

notes: had so much fun writing this

“Don’t touch me!” You screamed out just as your husband went to take your hand in his, attempting to console you as much as he could, “Do not put your hands on me.”

Pregnancy was a bitch. The day that you discovered you were pregnant was magical, especially when you had told your husband, Prince Paul. He was ecstatic. Paul was a sweet man under his tough exterior, so when you revealed to him that you were expecting, he reacted with such blissful happiness that you felt your heart would fall out of your chest.

“The maids believe me to be pregnant.” You whispered softly from where you stood in front of Paul’s desk. It wasn’t often that you interrupted him when he was in his office, but this simply couldn’t wait, “They say it seems as though I’m five months, they can’t be sure though. I know it is sooner than you wanted, especially with you going overseas in a month.”

Paul looked up at you, his eyes narrowing slightly. There were a few papers in his hands that he was previously gazing over, “Pregnant?” He asked. He rushed to set the papers down, standing from his seat across the desk from you.

You clasped your hands in front of your stomach, nodding, “Yes.” You attempted to hide the smile on your face, but you just couldn’t. You wanted nothing more than to raise a child, especially with Paul by your side. You wanted to see him exhibit softness and care towards his very own child, the same softness he exhibited towards you.

Paul rounded the table and looked at your stomach quickly, “A child.” He whispered, his words low, barely audible for even him to hear, “Our very own…Oh, this will be wonderful! To see you glow will be so amazing, and to hold our little love in a few months? I am staying home, I’ll stay home.”

And so, the rest of your pregnancy consisted of Paul taking care of you as much as possible. He refused to let the maids make your baths, taking it into his own hands. He would deliver your breakfast when you felt you couldn’t get out of bed. He would constantly bring you the prettiest flowers from the garden, ones he had picked himself.

Not only this, but he put up with your incredible mood changes, taking the harsh criticisms with pride as well as getting used to simply saying ‘Yes dear’.

So here you were, sprawled on the large bed in your own personal bedchamber, not the one that you and Paul shared. You had maids surrounding you, prepping towels and wet clothes while a doctor sat at the end of the bed, waiting between your legs until he could tell you to push.

Paul was right by your side, refusing to leave you, even if you asked him to. He barely looked like the Prince Paul that he portrayed to the outside world. He had on a loose, white bed shirt, as well as suit pants. The most beautiful part though, was how he was makeup free, as well as his own brown curls sitting upon his head, instead of that horrid wig he wore.

“My love, I am just trying to comfort you.” Paul reassured you, gently wiping a wet cloth along your forehead, wiping the glistening sweat off your face, “You look so gorgeous.”

You narrowed your eyes at him and scoffed, “Gorgeous? I look like a drowned camel! I have sweat dripping down my face and into places I didn’t know existed, my skin is sticky and red, and you are going to sit there and tell me I look gorgeous!? I am soon pushing a human out of my vagina!”

Paul’s eyes widened and he looked around the room awkwardly, “Darling, you-...you always look gorgeous.” He stammered, looking over you for a moment in admiration. He loved you always, even now as you laid on the bed, nightgown pulled just between your belly and breasts, strands of hair clinging to your sweaty forehead.

You took his gaze of admiration as a look of disgust though, in your very cloudy and very pregnant brain, “You think I look horrible.” You whispered, eyes beginning to water with salty tears. They threatened to spill like heavy waterfalls.

Paul quickly shook his head and leaned down, pressing a brief but passionate kiss to your lips, attempting the to show the pure love he felt for you, “Not at all. I think you look like the prettiest woman alive.” He reasoned, pressing another kiss to your lips just as you screamed out in pain.

“Princess Y/N, it is time.” The doctor spoke at the end of the bed, earning an unsatisfied grumble from you.

Your eyes fluttered open in the dim lighting of the bedroom, the surroundings much quieter and comforting than they had been hours previously. You rubbed your eyes but kept still due to the pain in your lower half, laying on your side.

The room was lit up by the lanterns placed around the room, as well as the golden sunlight shining through the tall windows. It was comforting with how dim it was. It felt intimate.

Your eyes caught onto movement in the middle of the room. It was Paul, his back to you as he slowly swayed, murmurs coming from his pink lips, “Baa, baa, black sheep, have you any wool?” His pitch heightened with the next few words of his lullaby, his voice singing out through the room, “Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!”

You smiled happily, watching as Paul spun around softly, holding your child in his arms as he recited the lyrics to the traditional lullaby, one you had heard many times as a child. Albeit by your maids, but that didn’t matter.

“Shall we check on mama? Hm? See if she is awake…” Paul whispered softly, as his feet pattered closer to the bed, “She is getting some much needed rest after dealing with us, hm?”

You hummed and carefully sat up, “I am awake.” You revealed, earning an incredibly attractive smile from your husband. It was full of love and care, pure admiration, but it never ceased to make you swoon, “Did I not get to hold them?” You questioned, not remembering anything after hearing crying.

Paul shook his head and sat on the edge of the bed next to you, his arms wrapped securely around your sleeping newborn, “You fell asleep almost immediately after pushing her out, I was worried at first until the doctor checked you out.” He explained to you how quickly you had passed out due to exhaustion, “Had my heart racing, just thinking that I may have lost you.”

You reached a hand out and caressed his cheek lovingly stroking your thumb along his cheekbone, “I am right here. You won’t get rid of me that easy, angel.” Your eyes moved down to the child in his arms, the physical display of your love for each other, “‘Her’?” You repeated.

Paul’s eyes scanned your face, nodding softly, “Her.” He confirmed, his gaze turning back to the infant in his arms, “Gorgeous, isn’t she? Perfection. Just absolute perfection.”

“I feel as though she might steal you away from me.” You laughed softly, the scratchiness of your throat coming through. You had screamed a lot.

Paul simply shook his head, softly sliding the fingertips of his right hand against your daughter's cheek, earning a scrunched nose in response, “No one could ever steal me away from you…except, maybe, her.” He laughed as well, finally moving his head to look at you, “Hold her, she feels like sunshine.”

Your husband placed the bundle of joy in your arms as you held them out. You carefully leaned back against the headboard, a content sigh emanating from your lips. Paul moved so he was sitting next to you, his chin resting on your shoulder while he placed a hand on your knee.

You sat in silence for a moment before Paul spoke, “I am so proud of you.” He informed you, turning his head up so he could look at you, “You did so well, my love. Had me falling even more in love with you. Had no idea that was possible.”

You gazed at Paul, taking in his appearance, savouring it. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips, “Thank you for being there, despite my yelling.”

Paul just waved you off with a happy smile, settling back on your shoulder, “Ah, it was all worth it. Lovely little princess.” He whispered and reached forward, stroking his hand over her swaddled form.

#prince paul fic #prince paul x reader #prince paul fluff #prince paul x you #pregnancy fic #prince paul

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swayziiwriter · 10 months

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Reward | Vinicius jr

summary: after a stunning performance on the pitch you decide that your star player deserves a reward.

WARNING: 18+, sexual content

As he continued to drive you home with one hand on the wheel and the other massaging the flesh of your inner thigh, there was no denying the intense sexual tension that existed between you two.

As you watched Vini work his magic down the pitch you weren't sure if you were overcome with joy or sexual frustration because you had been there for the entire game, screaming and clapping along with everyone else.

And as soon as the final whistle blew, you ran down to the tunnel and placed your hands on his chest as you listened to him marvel at the game and his teammates; However, from the way he smiled at you and the sparkle in his eye, you could tell that he was only thinking about one thing.

As soon as your front door was shut, he laughed as you spoke out, "I think my star deserves his own celebration" He put his hand around your waist and slipped it under your shirt. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't already very taken with you, especially when he saw his name and number painted on your back as you smiled at his mouth.

The kiss was intense, and you could tell he was getting impatient as he backed you toward the stairs, his fingers digging deeper into you. As you felt yourself hitting the stairs with the backs of your legs, his soft but insistent lips moved along your jaw and down the curve of your neck.

The mishandling up the steps was untidy and warmed, panting for breath as you both pulled away to tear the clothes from your bodies. By the time you got to the top, you were both naked, and there was a trail of your clothes all over the stairs.

Vini led you to the bedroom in his arms with a muffled groan. You chuckled at the way he was already so hard as you nudged his shoulders until he lay flat in front of you because you didn't want the evening to be about you.

Your lips broke as you nudged his shoulders. "You're so fucking beautiful-" you cut him off by dragging your hips against him, his tip stroking your clit as you swallowed back a whimper.

However, the laughter was short-lived as he tugged at your hand, your thighs to either side of him, and traced the edges of vur body.

His own eyes dropped to where you were going to become one, his palms immovably against your midriff as he let revile words tumble from his mouth in a disjointed yak. Your own hands fanned across his tense stomach as you began to sink onto him, and there was a part of you that wished you had kept his shirt on so you could remind him who you belonged to.

However, there was no way you were going to climb off Vin and find it. As you fully lowered yourself onto him, your wetness was slick against him, and your inner thighs were already slightly sticky. It was a lot, and the size of his cock always stretched you out as you gave him a small smile, which he quickly returned with a flushed trent.

The tenderness of the grins and dim vision that you shared was an unmistakable agreement of the manner in which you shook against him, all aspects of you land with delight as you let him buck into you. your hips were held down as he pushed his lower body from the bed, fucking into you from underneath as you let his name turn out in a dirty mantra.

Your nails diving into his stomach as you left minimal bow updates that made certain to check him. The sight of Vini so focused and focused on you beneath you made your chest heave and your body erupt in butterflies as each stroke of his cock made your back arch and you struggled to stay upright.

You grazed his shoulder with your teeth as he pulled you forward, your chest against his, and the angle slightly changed.

As he twitched inside you, the new position had you seeing stars and feeling dizzy. each grip around him made him snort and whine out, his commotions sweet and sensitive as you let him use you in the manner he really wanted. after all he was your star.

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i-am-too-sick · 4 months

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Feeling Not So Jolly St. Nick

Did I start another new fic without finishing the last two I mentioned? You bet I did! But I actually finished this one, so here ya go!

Warning: implied food poisoning

This was the last time Toby didn't anything out of the goodness of his heart.

Sure, he got paid for it, and the second income was nice for the holidays, but there had to be other ways than volunteering to be a mall Santa.

He loved kids, or at least he thought he did, but he learned quickly that maybe that love extended only towards his little sister.

These kids—these kids were like wild animal at the zoo or literal hellions from the underworld. The crying and screaming and questioning and demanding things of him soon became more cumbersome than it was worth.

Today was exceptionally bad, because on top of everything else, Toby felt like absolute shit.

The mall was crowded with everyone trying to fit in their last minute shopping, and of course, have their kids take a picture with Santa.

Toby felt like he was suffocating. His suit was much too hot, and the fake beard prickled his skin uncomfortably. Having a kid sit on his lap only reaffirmed how sensitive his skin was and sent chills down his spine.

His food court lunch sat heavy in his gut and every hug from an innocent tyke threatened to send his orange chicken and rice pouring into his lap. He knew it had tasted funny, but the idea of finishing his shift without a meal seemed far worse at the time than the possible consequences of soiled food. Of course, he sorely regretted that decision now:

One little girl, very attuned to Santa's predicament, actually asked him if he was okay. Toby, in an attempt at a hearty chuckle, quickly brought a fist to his lips and stifled a nauseated burp.

That was the turning point.

Right after the little girl hopped off his lap, he wished her a rather lame Merry Christmas, and signaled that he needed a break.

The photographer did not show their frustration well—after all, they'd just breaked for lunch not long ago—but Toby figured they'd be even more upset if he ruined the magic of Christmas by vomiting all over himself in front of the entire mall. Now wouldn't that be the perfect Christmas picture?

He slipped into the nearest employee bathroom, ripped the fake beard from his face, and immediately started gagging. However, other than some acidic saliva and burps that tasted vaguely of Mountain Dew, Toby wasn't able to bring anything up. It seemed that whatever was curdling the inside of his stomach was content to stay there and make him miserable.

Groaning, he splashed some cold water on his face, donned his disguise, and headed back into the mall. One of the photographers helpers, dressed like an elf, manhandled his askew beard back into its proper place, while Toby readied himself to fake some over the top holiday cheer.

An hour passed, or maybe more. Time was a construct Toby couldn't even begin to comprehend, especially not with the feeling of his stomach contents slowly trying to worm their way up his esophagus. Several times the photographer reminded him to sit up straight and to stop hunching forward. Toby was sure several families would look back on their Christmas photos and wonder why Santa had an arm wrapped protectively around his belly.

He'd stopped actually listening to the kids as they read from their Christmas lists, replying instead with a few well-placed "uh huhs" and "yeahs," though a couples times all that came out were sick groans.

He could not ever remember being this nauseous. He felt lightheaded from trying to keep himself together, and he was so unbearably warm. He wore his own clothes beneath the Santa suit, and his T-shirt was sticky with sweat, unpleasantly clinging against his skin.

How long was this shift again? He could hardly think, let alone try to pretend that he gave a damn about Timmy wanting a puppy or Susie requesting a baby doll that made noises when you cared for it.

"And I want a pony, and a..."

Toby's mouth started to water. Shit.

"I also want a..."

"Okay, very good," he replied, swallowing, trying to lift the kid from his lap. "Next!"

"But I'm not done," the kid pouted.

"But I am," Toby said. In hindsight, being a jerk while dressed as Santa was probably not doing this kid any favors, but he didn't have a choice. His breath hitched. He was about to barf. "Next!"

The surprised mom came to collect her kid, and Toby signaled the photographer by making a T with his hands.

"Again?" The photographer rolled their eyes, miffed.

Toby responded with a wet belch, loud enough that the nearest helper elf squeaked and jumped back in surprise.

He sprang up from his seat, his hand clamped over his mouth. In his haste to escape Winter Wonderland, he nearly tripped on a string of Christmas lights, nearly impaling himself on the antler of a plastic reindeer.

He tore through the mall, finding the closest bathroom, for employees or not. He stumbled upon one of the family ones, and as he slammed the door shut and fumbled with the lock, he was grateful for the small bit of privacy he'd have.

Even as he felt his stomach begin to lurch, he started ripping off his costume, desperate to feel less strangled. The hat went first, then the beard, the sash around his waist. He just managed to pull his second arm out of the jacket sleeve when his cheeks puffed with an impending retch, and he angled himself over the toilet as a rush of vomit cascaded from his mouth.

The force of his heave was so great, that his vomit splattered all around the rim of the toilet. He barely had time to wonder if any landed on his shoes before another geyser shot from him, splashing loudly into the water.

He tasted soda and egg roll, fried rice and broccoli. His mouth was sticky with the sauce from his orange chicken.

He burped, chunks from his undigested lunch joining the thick slurry in the bowl. Every heave brought up a mouthful of sick, and he was dizzy from the effort of trying to catch his breath.

His stomach was making all kinds of noises, piercing his ears and echoing off the tiled bathroom walls. A sick, guttural belch erupted from him, followed by another torrent of vomit.

Even as the heaves began to space out enough for him to catch his breath, and the amount of sick he brought up became less and less, Toby still didn't feel any better.

He was shaky and warm all over, tears running down his face from exertion. He was almost certain he had a fever, and there was still a mess churning in his stomach.

He burped into the bowl, spitting the tendrils of saliva dangling from his lips.

He needed to go home. He needed Quinn.

He knew his boyfriend had gone home for the holidays—Toby had planned to return to his family as well after his Santa gig—but the thought of waiting in the cold, getting on a bus overcrowded with holiday shoppers, and then trying to make it home alone in this condition was far more than he could bear.

Not caring the least about germs in that moment, Toby set his phone on speaker and laid it down on the floor. He felt like he was going to be sick again and he didn't want to risk dropping his phone and then having to fish it out of the toilet. That thought alone made him gag again.

"Quinn..." he whimpered when his boyfriend picked up on the third ring. He hated how teary and nauseous his voice sounded. "Can you come pick me up?"

#emetophilia #my writing #my ocs #toby

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cryptidsofwakemoor · 5 months

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Chapter 7 - Chillin

With the arrival of winter comes new challenges. Now armed with a blanket and pillow to help fend off the cold, Matchstick has started to make a daily trek to the mysterious fish person's house since it's the only reliable source of food... even though he still has no idea why they're leaving food out for him, or if he should even really be trusting it, but hey- beggars can't be choosers, right?

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Mystic

That evening was the fastest Matchstick had ever fallen asleep. The apparatus that hooked him up to the facility wall couldn't compare to the comfort of this plush square of softness.

Time passes.

The weather gets colder.

The miracle cloth rectangle and square of cloud fluff made it bearable, though. He could sleep on the soft dirt of the den floor, wrapped in the blanket and resting his head on the pillow. The best damn sleeps of his whole life. Nightmares didn't come back to torment him when he slept with the soft stuff cocooning him. Must be some kinda magic.

And every day, he'd find a platter of food waiting for him on the steps of that house with the 'bird' feeders. It wasn't always the same food, but it was tastier than 'birdseed' and the sticky syrup from the cylinders.

He saw the fish-looking lady only occasionally, ducking in and out of their house to leave the plates of food, or heading out in their blue 'truck' to go god knows where. He saw the silver forest beast even less, the only signs of its presence being the fresh hole it dug into the earth a short distance away from his current hideout. It didn't leave any other gifts for him, either. Where had it gone?

Spooky

His breath was visible all the time now, even when he was calm. He noticed the people in town, in the times he ventured close, were starting to wear more and more stuff. And more noticeably, something seemed to be wrong with the trees? They were changing colors to something more red and brownish, and they were... shedding. A lot. The entire entrance of his den was getting crunchier and crunchier as the wind kept blowing the tree bits in. He would be lying if he said it wasn't fun to go bulldozing through piles of it, though.

Still, despite his naturally high temperature, the cold wasn't very pleasant. It seemed like the only time he was comfortable was when he was safely tucked away with the nesting stuff the silver beast had given him... So he started taking them with him whenever he ventured out.

He didn't have clothes like the people in town, save for the now VERY ratty and worn form-fitting shorts he'd been outfitted with at the lab... but the cloth rectangle was closest thing he had besides that, especially if he pulled it around his shoulders and over his head. At the very least it helped keep in his body heat and made him feel a little safer in regards to how easily a camera drone might spot him. The bad weather seemed to bring fewer of those, and it probably helped that he didn't actually enter the town in a while. He didn't have to, not when that one building with the pond had food out every day. It may not have filled him up entirely, but the feeling like he was going to die didn't crop up like it did when his food sources were less... certain?

...Part of him still wasn't sure about it, but he'd been going there daily for a while now, and still no ambush of any kind, save for the one time that person leapt out of the pond.

It was weird. He didn't know them, but he'd sort of gotten used to the routine with them. He knew when the food would be left out. Sometimes he'd arrive a little early and hide, watching from the safety of the trees until they went back inside, but it wasn't like they tried to look for him.

....Still had no idea what to do with those little metal things, when those were there. They almost looked like they could be some kind of weaponry- a blunted knife of some sort and a little four-pronged pokey thing- but they seemed kinda flimsy, and probably wouldn't be more effective in combat than the abilities he already had at his disposal... Not really worth the extra effort of carrying with him, so he left it be. Was it a sign of concern to want to arm someone...?

Either way, he would go there, eat, and somewhat cautiously go check on that second burrow on the way back. Still no sign of the silver beast.

...

Soon the day came when he poked his sleepy head out of the burrow, only to see the ground covered in a layer of... dust? No, as he climbed out and it melted around him, he realized pretty quickly that it was a powdery layer of ice. How'd all this get here? He shivered a little and pulled his cloth rectangle tighter around himself. His back stung when he did, but that feeling had almost turned into background noise for him at this point, and he gave it little notice.

The icy ground and dead tree stuff turned out to be a pretty slippery combination, especially since his footsteps melted it a little and made it more wet. Eugh, it was a quick way to make this walk completely unpleasant, though it still wasn't as bad as the days where water fell from the sky. He spent as little time outside the burrow as possible during those days, but would still accumulate mud on him regardless, that would bake in his body heat and come off in chunks.

...Okay, flaking it off was kinda fun, when he was bored. Which was kind of a lot of the time...

As he walked, he glanced over at the other burrow, which remained as quiet as usual. It didn't look like anything had come out of it, otherwise there probably would've been fresh marks of that big spiny tail dragging in the icy stuff. He was starting to wonder if maybe they left, and this had only been a temporary den...

Mystic

....

crnch

shfff

scrnchhh

Something was coming this way.

thnk

A mass of the powder fell from the branches of a tree at the edge of his vision. It lands with a dull whump.

"...hrmf."

The sound of a chain link fence rattling.

scrnch

thmsh

Then- the sound of something big letting out an equally big sneeze.

Spooky

He had been crouching at the entrance of the second burrow, peering into the darkness to see if he could catch a glint of light shining off one of those armor plates, when the sound of something huge slogging and crunching through the ice jarred him from what he was doing. He stood very quickly at the huge sneeze, looking like a kid who'd just been caught with his hand in a cookie jar, and turned around to look.

To his credit, he didn't try to hide this time. He was genuinely surprised to see the huge creature after days and days... How many days was it? A lot of days.

Mystic

He's greeted by the sight of- no surprise- the big silver beast. It's shaking its head back and forth, which... is covered in the white dust, freshly fallen from the tree. Said tree is making subtle vibrations, as though-

-it just ran right into the tree, didn't it.

Shaking its head wasn't doing the trick, so the shaking increased until it traveled all the way down the length of its body and tail. The chain link fence noise returned- ah, so that was what it sounded like when it shook out that pelt of metal plates. By the time it settled, a substantial amount of the white powder had fallen from its back.

At this point, it notices him. Squinting in the bright albedo from the icy coating all around them, they regard the kid, then hang their head, letting out another big sigh.

Stepping into the clearing, the shake off their limbs one by one, like a dog. A low humming rumble passes from their throat. Was that supposed to be a greeting? It didn't sound like words, but it didn't feel hostile.

Spooky

As... kinda silly as it was to witness a huge creature, the size of the trucks he had seen at Aria, go bonking into a tree... it was hard not to still feel somewhat intimidated when it approached him. Something about being near a living creature that enormous made him feel small, and that wasn't a very common feeling for him. At least he didn't feel like he was in danger this time.

It sighed again, he was pretty sure of it. Between that and how it hung its head while trundling along, he sensed it probably wasn't a fan of the cold, or the ice on the ground. Maybe wasn't feeling its best. Made sense though, it was covered in what looked like metal, and that would get really cold when exposed to this kind of temperature.

He stood there in thought for a few moments, then walked over cautiously... and after a few moments of uncertainty, he pulled out the pillow from his makeshift blanket cloak. He'd been hugging it for additional warmth and softness, and he gently pressed it against the side of the silver beast's snoot. It was kind of dirty by this point, but it was warm, very warm, like it was fresh out of the dryer.

"Aa.. hh..."

He'd opened his mouth and sounded like he was starting to try to say something, but his voice was a weak rasp from lack of use, barely above a whisper, and it was mostly lost beneath the sound of the wind.

Mystic

The beast blinked in surprise as- of all things- the kid approached them rather than ran away. It looked even more confused when the pillow is presented.

However, once the pillow is pressed against their cold snout, the frilled ears perk up. Their eyes widen, holding this strange position of mid-shaking a limb while the odd kid in the blanket burrito holds a pillow to their muzzle.

...they let out a snort. The edges of their mouth curl up. That was definitely a smile, and perhaps a laugh.

They enjoy the warmth for a minute or so, before retracting their head. Lifting one forelimb, the silver beast gently places their thick clawed digits over the hands holding the pillow, and pushes them back towards his chest. Plopping back down onto all fours, the beast stretches its back, tail curling into a spiral as they do so. Their tongue flops out as they let out a big yawn, showing off all those big teeth before they close the mouth again, rubbing at their muzzle with the opposite hand-paw from the one that nudged the pillow back.

"Mmmrf," the beast rumbles, the thudding steps continuing once more as it crunches its way through the snow towards the hole in the ground. Crawling through the entrance, it slips down to the base of the burrow, and wraps itself up in its tail at the bottom of the den. Faint shivers run through their chilled body, and they tuck the tail closer around themselves like a pointy cinnamon bun.

Spooky

Wrapping his arms back around the pillow, he felt himself smile a little as well, watching the big creature crawl into their den and get comfortable. Sure, the pillow was small, but he still felt like he helped, if only a little bit.

Also... it was weirdly kind of a relief to know they weren't gone.

Remembering why he was outside, though, he turned and walked back along the usual path he took to the food building. Curiously, as he walked along, he could see the big path in the snow the silver beast had taken to get to their den. Seemed they also walked this way. Actually... huh! He slowed a little, his eyes following the big footprints and lines where the tail dragged. It kinda looked like it swept its tail back and forth in some places, but for the most part...

He hopped from footprint to footprint as he followed that instead of the usual path, since it seemed to be running pretty parallel. It was kinda fun, though he cut it out when he slipped on some leaves and fell on his ass.

Ow.

Okay, had to be more careful walking in this stuff.

Still, it was strange... The trail was visible through most of the walk, but he lost sight of it somewhere around the time he was approaching the food building. Guess it was still a mystery where the silver beast had been... Oh well.

There was the white disc in its usual place on the steps, though the food seemed like it had been out for longer than usual. There was a very thin dust of ice on the two pieces of bread with meat and stuff in the middle that had been left out for him. No little stabby things this time, but whatever, he would've left them anyway. Maybe the person was in kind of a hurry this time.

Weird, though, their truck was still here...

Didn't look like they were inside, either. The windows were dark.

Mystic

The food, even though cold, was still delicious. It must have been sitting outside for a while. A few hours, maybe.

Sitting on the porch, wrapped in the blanket, he's able to sit back and take in the peaceful scenery. Despite the thick coat of white powder and ice on everything, the cylinders of food for the 'birds' (and ambitious fluffy rodents) were still out on their hanging hooks- with the exception of the sticky syrup ones. Those were put away somewhere he did not know. The tiny buzzing birds that used that feeder- which gave him a heart attack the first time one flew by his head- were absent once it got too cold outside.

...huh.

That was odd. There were scrape marks in the snow here, too. A lot less noticeable, due to the jumble of bird feet stamps around feeders, and snow mostly being replaced by thicker ice on the black stone path, but they were there for sure once he paid close enough attention. They looked like- scratches. Had a scuffle taken place here?

To the side of the house, on the small juncture of black path where the blue truck off-and-on rested, the scratches were deeper, and more numerous. Some wooden structure he couldn't fathom the purpose of had broken planks in the center, as though pushed by great force.

A small corner of something colorful poked out from underneath a haphazardly placed box at the side of the house.

Spooky

The pond was too frozen to drink from, so he scooped up a handful of snow into his mouth, letting it melt into water as his eyes traced the path of the scratches to the strange structure. Huh... he'd never really noticed that thing before. Mostly because there weren't any tubes by it, but the corner of something bright and colorful stood out like a beacon among all the white and gray and muted brown.

Soon, curiosity got the better of him, and the signs of damage and scrapes were concerning... He got up and moved closer to the box to investigate, too curious to just leave it be. What happened here...?

Mystic

The colorful thing was a piece of fabric, sticking out from under the edge of the box.

Removing the box entirely revealed it to be-

…a tattered shirt. It had been torn asunder, but even he would recognize this article of clothing from the shredded remains.

It was the fish lady’s shirt, the one she wore almost every day on her trips out of her house. Blue strings hung off the edges where something sharp had rent the once-whole article of clothing into many, many pieces. Most of those pieces were shoved under the box, and some were caught under the edge of the wooden porch.

Spooky

Realizing the implications of what he was looking at, he dropped the box in shock, eyes wide. The claw marks, upset snow and broken wooden structure- signs of a struggle, and now a torn piece of clothing, looking like it was hidden... And the fact that the trail seemed to lead back here...

Did the-

...Did the silver beast EAT the fish lady?!

There wasn't any blood, was the weird part, but maybe it swallowed them whole?? ...Minus the shirt? Somehow? It tore off the shirt, and then ate them?

Shit... Why didn't it just eat the food left out for him instead? It was a little cold but that's no reason to eat the person that made it!

Mystic

What was he even supposed to do, now? If the beast did eat them, his reliable food source was gone. He’d have to go back to swiping from trash cans as his primary method of scavenging. And on top of that, the bird feeders would be left empty, too- not only was he getting shorted on bird seed, but so were the birds!

If big silver animals ate people, how was one so close to town? And- why didn’t it eat him, then, when it found him trapped in that hole? Maybe he was saved by the trash smell- but then, it didn’t eat him earlier, and he was a bit less stinky now after a few rain showers. The beast never seemed hostile or territorial- or hell, even hungry.

…

Was that house just- going to be empty, now? It felt sad, in a way he couldn’t place.

Spooky

He paced anxiously in the yard as he tried to make sense of it all. If this happened- if the fish lady was... dead... there was nothing he could do about it, and that upset him even more. For the first time, he ventured up to the windows and peeked inside in hopes that he was wrong, but the place was indeed dark and empty.

...This was awful. He'd never really gotten to know this person, but... To feed random creatures outside even if they weren't people, just because they could...

Man, he didn't trust people, as a general rule... but this one seemed different. And they were gone now.

He sat on the porch for a while, staring blankly at the snow. Finally he got up, went back to the box, scooped up the tattered shirt remains, and marched all the way back to the silver beast's burrow. While it might have been a dangerous idea to confront it... It looked like he was gonna have to start risking his life for food again anyway. And he wanted some fucking answers!

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ratsoh-writes · 4 months

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Hello y’all! Let me introduce you to baubletale!!!

This au is an underground au with a twist! After nuclear warfare decimated the land above, monsters moved underground putting up a barrier for protection. However over the years, supplies grew scarce, but any who dared leave and venture above quickly succumbed to the elements

Over time, some clever monsters found out a way to posses their creations. But there was a trade off. You change your magic to the new possession style, and and loose your ability to perform magic without your creation. However survival trumps their love for their own magic, and after a few generations every monster was a bauble creator. It became the norm for their magic, and kids born no longer preformed their own magic, only being able to transfer it to their baubles

How it works: simular to how the nomads use a sliver of their soul in enchanting their tools, the bauble monsters use a sliver of their soul in animating their creation when they finish making it. What happens afterwards is:

They can move the item, see through it, and in some cases speak and feel through the item as well.

The item aside from being possessed and mobile does not have any other special features, they are only as durable as the materials used to make them, therefore the majority of bauble monster creations are temporary

Bauble creations can also be programmed to do certain tasks without needing the monster directly controlling it. But it takes a large amount of energy and requires being renewed regularly

After the crash, with their possessed creations no longer needed for survival, many bauble monsters began creating for the sake of expression. Nowadays these monsters are associated with all kinds of services like doll cafes, animated servants, acting, and sometimes just plain old art.

Now let’s introduce y’all to the boys!

Stitches (baubletale sans)

Stitches is a tiny skeleton monster, standing only at 4’8 feet tall and aged 40. He has peachy pink magic and the swirly marbled magic of a bauble monster. He recently had braces put in to correct his crooked teeth from malnutrition growing up.

Stitches is…. Well he’s a character. He’s an eccentric monster who seems to adore the strangest things, yet is bored by others that the majority of people consider important. He struggles a bit with boundaries having been pretty isolated most of his life. He’s sweet and cuddly, but sensitive as well can can have his feelings hurt easily. Many perceive him as childish due to his personality, but he’s plenty capable.

Stitches is a voice actor!! His father had saved many tapes of old cartoons, movies and audio books for his sons before his passing. Stitches idolized many of the characters, learning to copy their voices and getting quite good at it. Nowadays he has a gig as a voice actor for a popular kids cartoon. He’s voices the sidekick, love interest and the little brother of the show. He’s also had one of his creations starred in a movie of said cartoon.

Because he is a bauble monster, he has no magic weapon or ability to create and summon one

Stitches special ability is what he calls “sticky hands”. He can stretch the ecto of his left arm up to two feet to grab things out of reach!

Things he loves: bright wild colors, especially neon pink, tie dye clothing, vintage cartoon tapes and dvds, vintage cookie jars, thrift shopping, toy instruments, playing the keyboard, dyed rainbow roses, corn dogs, 80s pop and disco, crazy printed leggings, squishmallows

Tinker (baubletale papyrus)

The younger twin by a few minutes, he’s a 5’11 foot tall skeleton monster with pinkish purple eyes and the marbled swirled ecto of a bauble monster.

Tinker is a monster of few words. He’s always got his head in the clouds daydreaming about this and that and has trouble staying on track in long conversations. However when talking to a creation he’s possessing, he’s quite focused responding easier. He’s a very calm monster and is good at keeping his cool in scary situations.

Tinker owns an online shop where he sells crochet, embroidery and knit wear. Everything is an original piece, he never makes the same item twice. And he takes commissions! He also has a side hustle as a dishwasher for a restaurant he does on weekends. He of course sends a creation to do it as he hates the feeling of wet food on his hands.

Because he is a bauble monster, he has no magic weapon or ability to create and summon one

Tinkers special ability is that he can posses up to three items at the same time that he made. When he does this though, he can’t move, and can only keep it up for about three hours before getting migraines.

Things he loves: the color dark purple, jello and boba teas, violet flowers, yarn yarn and more yarn, string in interesting colors, vintage clothing patterns, rag dolls, vintage lighters and brooches, old records, record players, jazz music

Side characters

Jigsaw: (baubletale Asgore) jigsaw almost didn’t accept his place with the royals, ashamed at how little he and his people had to give, but he was convinced by marionette and now works with the medical board. He funds and manages organizations that research cures and treatments for magical diseases like dimming and LV sickness. Jigsaw is a frail monster, but incredibly kind and compassionate

Marionette: (baubletale toriel) jigsaws best friend and his royal advisor before the crash, marionette convinced him to continue to take the title of royal, and was offered one for herself in turn. Marionette is a regal elegant monster with a heart of gold. She works closely with monsters researching fertility treatments and cares deeply for the humans coming into ebott. She’s one of the main royals who advocates for more immigrant rights

Nook-aster: (baubletale gaster). Technically aster died decades ago. Sick from the radiation on the surface, aster knew she wouldn’t live past her sons first birthdays, so she poured her whole soul into a tin doll she created. The doll, named nook, is merely a reflection of who aster was, it speaks like her, can preform basic tasks, but as time goes on, it’s magic fades away without its creator. Aster did end up living till her son’s second year of life, before she fell down and nook took over. Nook the doll did its best to raise the boys, it fed them, cleaned them, taught them to read and write, and even simple crafts. Thankfully the boys were intelligent, and as nook began to wear and slow, they filled the gaps learning more from the tapes aster left them. Nowadays the doll moves slowly, and only speaks a little at a time. But the boys still adore it and treat it as a true family member

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons #baubletale #ratsohart

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lyramundana · 8 months

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i’m curious to know whic kinks you think minsung has 🫣

Ohh, interesting question! 😏

Warning: These are all my supositions, based on an hunch of mine and my own delusions, so you're not obligued to take them seriously.

Minho:

-I know the extended opinion is that he's a Dom, hard or rarely soft, but let me tell you that's a fat LIE.

-This man is a switch with a dom leaning, but he's more than glad to sub if it comes to it. He enjoys doing both. When he's in his Dom mood, he's a softie and would only go hard if he's pushed to his limits or he needs to unleash heavy emotions (like anger). A loving, intense Dom. When he's in his Sub mood, he'll be a brat and would love to get on Jisung's nerves, he gets a rise out of being treated roughly.

-As much as it pains me to say this, he's not really into bratty subs. He has fun with Jisung acting like a spoiled babygirl OUTSIDE the bedroom, but once they're in it, he wants the boy to behave and obey him. A bit of playfuness and teasing are allowed, but nothing more. He wants to have a good, pleasant time with no complications.

-He's most likely into unconventional kinks, stuff that even kinky people see as taboo. I'm talking about pet play, predator/prey, knife play, blood kink, non-con, roleplay like kidnapper/victim or professor/highschool student, etc. Boy is intense and DIRTY and we love him for it

-Like Jisung, he's very into clothed sex. They're both impatient and eager, so they spending time undressing each other seems like a waste of the precious time they could be fucking their brains out, so they often just pull their pants down enough and lift up their shirts to get enough skin and that's it. Ripped buttons, tored off shirts, belts hanging off and pants down the knees, shirt up to show their abs and pecks. They're primal and very horny.

-That said, he loves foreplay. Not only to prepp Sungie (most of the time he doesn't even need to), but simply because he enjoys the whole thing. Making out, tongues exploring each other's mouths, leaving hickeys, etc.

-Oral. More into receiving than giving. He doesn't mind eating Jisung out or blowing him off, but he doesn't really get off from it. He only does it to make his pretty boy feel good, and because the sight of Jisung coming undone on his tongue makes him even more feral. Minho can't have sex without getting his dick or ass sucked at least once.

-He's a chest and neck man. He loves playing with nipples, stimulating his pretty boyfriend by licking his sensible pecks, and also burying his nose in his soft, delicious neck. He specifically loves leaving marks on it. His marks.

Jisung:

-A pure switch if i ever saw one. He doesn't have a preference. He can be dom or sub depending of his mood or whatever Minho wants, and he plays both roles equally good. He's a service top, but can be evil too and tease Minho to tears if he feels like it. As a sub, he's playful but very submissive. Like Minho, he'll be rough if he's emotional.

-He's kinky too, but not to Minho's extent. He's not into taboo shit like his Scorpio boyfriend, but tries anything Minho wants to. Jisung is the type to be into underwear sniffing/jacking off with Minho's underwear. He's obsessed with the smell of sex, it makes his eyes roll back white.

-Creampie! Jisung is messy and proud of it. He goes mad with the sight of cum staining one's skin and licking it off. Feeling its warmness, stickiness makes him go brrrr

-Roleplay. He loves dressing up as other people and play their own porn play. He's especially into anime characters.

-I cannot emphatise this enough. His tongue is a fucking weapon with a mind of its own. He can do magic with his, after all, being a rapper means you have to be skilled with his tongue. He's fast and holds his breath for a long time. Draw your conclussions from there..

-Again, following his birth chart, he's a voyeurist. He gets riled up from witnessing (with consent or accidentally) people in their most vulnerable, intimate moments, where they're the most exposed. He loves having "dirty secrets" with Minho, doing things they're not supposed to. He's thrilled when he gets to see a side of Minho he doesn't show to the public, not even the other members. Listen to "Secret, Secret" and you'll understand.

-Exhibionist! Fucking in public places is his thing and he often drags Minho to it. The older teases him out in the open, thinking that the boy wouldn't do anything drastic because there's people watching, but as soon as they can, Jisung grabs him harshly and slams him against the nearest surface he can find, regardless of where they are and who can hear. They've fucked in the studio, practice room, public bathrooms, dorms, dressing rooms, even some dark hall in backstage. They've been caught? Yes, but those people know better than speak about it.

-Such a tease. The more shy Minho gets, the worse Jisung gets with him. He loves having that control over someone, seeing the effects he has on them.

#skz headcanons (smut version)#lee know smut #han jisung smut #skz smut #mutual asks #requested

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marvelmusing · 1 year

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Hi, here’s me gently begging for V Day HCs featuring the boys (especially Aleks bc I have a Problem)…what would they like on a first (or fifth) date? Extra points for if there’s some kind of supernatural element bc I am eternally in a magical mood!

Hello!! I saw V Day HCs and immediately started writing about a Valentine’s Day date with each of my boys - Billy, Logan, Aleksander, a few au Aleksander’s as well as my Russo twins (I will probably do first date HCs on another post at some point too)

Billy

I’m picturing the most casual Valentine’s Day celebration for you and Billy.

Billy comes home with a bunch of roses for you, and on your way home from work you buy a bottle of Billy’s favourite wine that he always forgets to buy for himself.

Once you’re home, you order your favourite takeout and the two of you sit on the couch together and watch a film that you both know by heart, so that you can spend most of the time talking and enjoying the food.

You make ice cream sundaes for one another, cramming all of Billy’s favourite sweet treats into the glass while he does the same for you.

Billy opens up the wine, and somehow the two of you end up playing twister on the floor next to the couch.

He tries to distract you into losing by coordinating his movements so that he can keep his body pressed against yours.

When you hold strong against his distractions, he decides to change tactic. He drops kisses against whatever skin he can reach, making you wobble and soon the two of you have landed on the floor in a crumpled heap.

Billy’s lips stay on yours in a passionate kiss, and neither of you try to untangle yourselves from the position you’re in. The sticky sweetness from the sundaes linger on your lips as you continue to trade kisses with one another.

When Billy carries you to the bedroom you notice that he’s strewn rose petals over the sheets and lit candles around the room, which prompts you into kissing him even harder.

He might protest against it, but deep deep down Billy Russo is a hopeless romantic - even more so now that he has someone to share his love with.

Aleksander

Aleksander had been looking forward to spending Valentine’s Day with you, but when you disappear off to somewhere in the Little Palace he assumes the holiday doesn’t mean much to you.

So, he goes to his study and gets on with some of his work.

Meanwhile, you’re in the kitchens making him a heart-shaped cake which seems to take you forever to get it perfect enough that you feel confident gifting to Aleksander.

It’s a simple vanilla sponge, but you made the strawberry jam and buttercream filling all yourself.

The icing on top of the cake is a little wonky and the juice from the sliced strawberry decorations is slowly staining the white cream but you’re rather pleased with the result as you walk carefully through the hallways towards Aleksander’s study.

You manage a few thudding knocks against the door with your elbow and Aleksander calls for you to enter.

“Are you busy?” you ask him, noticing that he doesn’t lift his head from his papers. He hums distractedly. “I made you something.”

At that he lifts his head, turning to look at you.

He sees the flour on your clothing, a smudge of cream on your forehead, and the shimmer of sticky jam drying on your exposed forearms. Then he sees the cake.

“My love, you didn’t-”

“I know I didn’t have to. I wanted to.” You step closer, placing the cake down on a paper-free corner of his desk. “Happy Sankt Valentine’s Day.”

He pushes his papers away, pulling the cake closer so that he can admire it. Then he stands, taking your chin between his fingers to kiss you.

“I’ll send for a pot of tea.”

“If you’re busy I can wait.”

He shakes his head.

“The only thing I want to do today is spend time with you.”

Logan

All I’m going to say is: arcade games.

You had come up with it as a surprise for Logan after he had told you he never really celebrated Valentine’s Day before.

I know for a fact that Logan gets puppy dog level of excited at all the different games. All you have to do is keep tight hold of his hand as he leads you from one game to the next.

He loves the two player games, so that you can play together though he pouts whenever he loses against you - regularly demanding a rematch. He is terrible at air hockey and it takes five losses in a row for him to finally give up.

I’m also picturing Logan being completely unable to accept defeat over a claw machine.

He sees you glance longingly at one of the stuffed animals inside and immediately vows to get it for you.

“Logan, honey it’s fine. You’ve spent way too much.” He shakes his head.

“These things are rigged,” he assures you. “Once you’ve spent enough they’ll give you one.”

“And exactly how much is classed as enough?” He ignores your teasing, shooting you a smirk.

“Only one way to find out, sweetheart.”

When he finally wins the stuffed animal for you, he wears a proud smile all night, replaying your delighted reaction to his win over in his head.

The two of you buy all sorts of junk food and share it between you as you sit on a bench.

Once you’re finished, the two of you talk about your favourite moments, laughing at different points in each others stories. You lean your head on his shoulder as he wraps an arm around you and Logan confesses that this is the best Valentine’s Day he’s ever had.

Vampire!Aleksander (TLC!AU)

You’ve never really celebrated Valentine’s Day. As a vampire, it’s been hard for you to maintain romantic relationships with anyone.

Alina bought you a friendship Valentine last year. It was just a simple bunch of your favourite flowers but you had cried when she gave them to you.

She explains this to Aleksander as the celebratory day approaches so that he can be prepared.

He invites you over to his apartment and gives you the opportunity to have a look around while he begins to prepare dinner.

Aleksander is an incredible cook.

Whatever your favourite dish is, Aleksander will have learnt how to make it. He will have bought the freshest, and most high quality ingredients.

He opens up an expensive blood vintage for the two of you to drink while you sit at the kitchen island, legs swinging, completely mesmerised by the sight of him cooking.

You don’t know how he does it, but he takes your favourite food and makes it even more exquisite. He uses some different bloods to provide enough flavour to satisfy your vampiric nature, but still enjoy the food as if you were still human.

He makes you feel normal. Like a human on Valentine’s Day, celebrating with the person that means the most to them.

It makes you a little emotional, but Aleksander wipes your tears away and kisses you softly before he reminds you that you deserve every second of this wonderful evening.

Vampire!Aleksander (BIT!AU)

This man owns a huge castle in the middle of the countryside, so of course we’re going to take advantage of that and have a midnight picnic.

Aleksander is the most frightening thing in the woods and fields that make up his estate, so there’s no fear of anything lurking in the darkness as the two of you walk towards the picnic spot he had created.

Aleksander insists on no lighting at all, meaning that you’re reliant on him for everything due to his excellent eyesight that allows him to see in the dark.

He keeps an arm tucked around you as you walk and he helps you get settled on the soft blanket beneath you.

Your eyes do adjust a little and the moon occasionally peers out from behind a cloud but you don’t try to strain your eyes to see, Aleksander will help you with anything.

He feeds you luxurious sweet treats, sucking the sugary taste from your lips after each swallow. He nips lightly on your shoulder, drawing a little blood for him to feed off and you both sigh in pleasure as he does.

After this, you’re content to lie snuggled up beside him as he points out constellations and explains how they’ve changed since he was still a human. When your eyes grow heavy, he pulls out a book and begins to read.

It’s still strange to witness Aleksander reading perfectly from a book that you can barely even see in the darkness, let alone manage to decipher the words printed there.

His soft voice soothes you, encouraging you to nestle closer to him and rest your head against the crook of his neck where you eventually fall asleep.

Billy & Jonny (platonic) (Twins!AU)

Billy has been having a rough week so you and Jonny decide to make something sweet for him to enjoy.

It starts with some cookies.

You don’t know how it went wrong - but it did. Some of the cookies merged together in the oven and the others ended up black around the edges.

When you suggested cutting the edges off, Jonny seemed eager to salvage your creations. It’s only once he removes the darkened edges that you notice another issue.

“Jonny that’s raw.”

“It ain’t raw, it’s just…” He pokes the middle of a cookie, nose wrinkling at the texture which prompts him to quickly wipe his hand. “Soft.”

“And damp?” you add.

“Hm.”

“How about brownies?”

“Good idea.”

Because surely the two of you can’t fail at a box mix?

Billy returns home to his apartment, feeling rather dejected by the impromptu meeting at a bar with some investors that Frank had dragged him to.

He’s expecting to put his feet up and remain on the couch for a very long time. He’s not even sure if he can be bothered to order some food in tonight.

What he isn’t expecting is to hear you and his brother creating a ruckus in his kitchen.

“Just smack it!” you exclaim.

“I am smacking it!” Jonny protests.

“Smack it harder then.”

“Yeah cause it worked so well when you tried that, huh?”

“Shut up,” you grumble. “I’ll clean it up before Billy gets home.”

“What’s that?” Billy asks with a smirk as he leans on the door frame.

He laughs at the sight of your eyes widening in horror. Quickly you grab the metal tray from Jonny’s hands and thrust it towards Billy.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

He raises a brow at you.

“Don’t look at the kitchen floor,” you warn him.

A smile spreads over his face as he looks down at the slightly crumbled brownie that had welded itself to the tray. He assumes this is what you and Jonny had been squabbling over when he arrived.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He drops a kiss onto your cheek before he sits down at the kitchen island, picking up a spoon and scooping out some of the brownie.

“No ‘thank you’ kiss for me?” Jonny teases.

Billy rolls his eyes at his brother before he gestures towards the more crumbled half of the brownie.

“Where did the rest go?”

Jonny smirks and you flush nervously.

“Not important,” you say quickly. After a pause you add, “On an unrelated note, where’s your sweeping brush?”

Billy laughs. The brownie might not be the best he’s ever tasted, but you’ve certainly turned his night around.

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#happy valentine's day #billy russo #billy russo x reader #aleksander morozova #aleksander morozova x reader #logan delos #logan delos x reader #jonny russo #blood is thicker au #vampire!aleksander morozova #vampire au #answered asks #thanks for the ask!

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fragileizywriting · 2 months

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this probably wouldn't happen because marinette does not waste a drop of food in this house, no sirree, but imagine luka just leaving adrien absolutely disgusting for the night? think about it with me. after eating that soul and getting his energy back, maybe luka— devilish boy— leaves him to go to elysium, because all of their shifts are out of whack for the week, so marinette doesn't see luka until 5 in the morning when she's waking up and he's coming home, or vice versa, so when she comes home from the NICU and toes off her shoes and cubbies her messenger bag, she finds adrien absolutely ruined?

nsfa.

this man is left behind tied up, soiled, with sticky and tacky come ruining his pretty abs and he's been leaking luka's come out of his tender ass throughout the entire night. he's absolutely miserable because adrien... well, he likes how sad and distraught he gets when luka leaves him, actually, because it feels normal— it feels natural to be so sad, but... well. at least marinette is always there to make him feel better.

she unties him when he whimpers, feeding into the ridiculous amount of baby fever that follows her home by tucking him close. cradling him against her chest. her boys play too rough. after all, adrien's crying— (but he likes crying. luka doesn't like to leave when he's so tense and so scared, because hello, but adrien wants it— craves it— craves being broken by a man and made to cry). it's how he works on it. on it. they won't say no to a man wanting to deal with pain and trauma. especially when he snivels, curls himself up around her and rests his temple on her chest.

it's part of the ritual. it's part of the thing. it's part of his aftercare, her touching him and telling him that she loves him. that it's okay. he did such a good job being so brave about something he detests. he doesn't like when people leave him, not when he's vulnerable, but he did such a good job trusting them.

so. they get up. after he's able to breathe. a quick zip of magic has the magic room pulling the giant fitted sheet off of the mattress, pillows stacking on the far side of the room. she brings it with her to the laundry when they're able to drag themselves out of the cozy comforting nest.

she takes him to the bath, cleans him until he's free of come, free of luka, until he's able to breathe again. the fluttery sensation he gets at being left behind turns into a softness.

blonde lashes tickle her naked skin when he hides in her collarbone.

she dresses him. dresses herself. warm, comfy clothes, where adrien actually wears long sleeve pajama pants and pajama shirt. it's the softest texture on his irritated skin. it feels like clouds and rainbows. when she asks if he wants to go watch tv, or have something to eat, he answers: come cuddle.

when luka comes home— and he better come home— after elysium, he's the one to curl around adrien. hide him under his wings. adrien's pulse skyrockets, knowing that luka comes back. tentatively purring and made soft when luka murmurs apologies if he thinks he hurt adrien too bad.

s'good, the prince of hell slurs out. the poshness of this man is siphoned out of him from their play session earlier in the day. just cuddle.

they cuddle. adrien in the middle, marinette playing jetpack, hidden underneath luka's wing.

#speakizys #demon lovin

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hungryforpowernotfood · 3 months

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There Was a Book For That This Entire Time?!

Summary: The reader gets their period & asks Stephen for help, which comes with a little more than expected (sfw)

Warning(s): menstrual/period blood (I have no idea what the quality of this is, I haven't revisited it in so long)

Pairing(s): ftm!stephen strange/ftm!reader (reader can be read as ftnb, but presents & passes as male here)

You woke up earlier than usual with a damp, sticky sensation pressed against you between your legs. You felt yourself tense up at your quick realization of what it was.

You sat in bed for a moment, telling yourself to get up before you were finally able to. The bathroom was connected to your bedroom—as per request—so you didn’t need to risk being seen by anyone. Stephen had been trying to convince you to move into the Sanctum for a while, especially because you practically lived there. He had eventually been able to win you over by offering you a bedroom with your own private bathroom—it was the only luxury he could think of to offer you, the only unique feature any of the rooms had, so you took it.

He always assumed you liked your privacy—you didn’t always study with other people, and you didn’t like meditating around other people at first. He understood the inclination towards independence, so he never questioned you.

You avoided looking in the mirror—you didn’t want to ask to have it taken out because you didn’t want to explain, and you were still learning magic. As soon as you learned a spell for it though, you would have it removed.

You changed in the bathroom after cleaning yourself up, then you did your best to wash the blood out of your clothes. You ran cold water over them, trying to wring out the blood, before eventually just putting them in to soak.

Once you finished, you left, in search of Stephen, or anyone else you could find who could help you get blood out of fabric…and potentially the mattress you may have left a stain on, though you didn’t check.

By now, the stain on your sheet was dry so you would most likely have to resort to magic.

You found Stephen in the library fairly quickly—you were sure he didn’t sleep every night, instead spending some in the library.

“Stephen?” You asked, leaning against one of the shelves.

He only hummed in response, not looking up from his book.

“Are there any spells that can clean blood?”

He looked up and gave you a suspicious look. “Why?”

“I had a nosebleed,” you lied, “I just wanted to clean it up.”

“I can clean it.” He stated, closing the book with one hand. He got up and started walking towards you, you blocked him before he could create a portal, or do anything else.

“Don’t you think I should learn? I get them often, and I’d like to know how to clean them up myself.”

“They can be tricky, but I can show you.” He moved you aside gently with an arm and drew it into a circle—forming a portal and stepping through it before you could object.

“Stephen, it's fine, I don’t need to learn it now.” You objected, but it was too late. He had paused in front of your bed, and you knew he had seen it.

Your heart pounded in your chest and in your ears.

He turned back to face you and gestured for you to step through the portal. Once you did so, he turned back to the bed and cast a spell that cleaned the blood off the bed—letting the portal fall behind you. When he was done, he conjured another portal—a smaller one this time—stuck his hand in, and pulled a book out.

He turned and handed you the book. There were a few sticky notes sticking out of the pages, and the cover looked worn and tattered.

You slowly took the book into your hands, as if you were holding an injured animal—you held all the older books that way.

“The spells for getting menstrual blood and other blood out are different because of the consistency,” He explained, “some of the spells can be a bit tricky. But if you want any help, you know where to find me.”

Stephen winked, and turned, preparing to cast another spell for a portal, when you grabbed his arm, preventing the motion.

“Wait…you’re—”

Stephen nodded. “The Ancient One gave me this book when I first came here. But I know all the spells I need from it, so now you can have it.”

You looked up at him for a moment. “Are you sure?”

“Of course. I’ve memorized everything I need from it.”

You nod.

“Oh, and y/n.”

“Hmm?"

He turns to fully face you. “I understand why you didn’t tell me this…but you can come to me with anything, okay?”

“Okay.”

He smiles at you, before drawing an arm in a circle, a portal being created with it, and exiting your room, leaving you alone with the book.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange #x male reader #x reader #x ftm reader #afab reader #menstruation #fluff #trans ftm #transmasc #ftm stephen strange #trans stephen strange

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edgelordfucker · 2 years

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Ok I loved you’re story on ao3 and I just want to ask what are some other kinds of punishments that Belos gives to the reader when they desire to be a little brat

Obviously there’s spanking but does he have anything else he likes to do in particular

MDNI - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

Hi, Anon!! Thank you, I'm glad you liked it!!

So, yes, spanking is always in the wheelhouse of punishments, as is over-stimulation, and I've touched a little on how he likes to tie you in a way where you could possibly free yourself, put a vibrator in you, and just leave you on the floor, preferably pissed as all hell and struggling helplessly, crying in frustration, while he sits comfortably and touches himself, playing with the controls, in another post.

Some other thing he'll do, depending on his mood, and how much of a fucking brat you're being, in a non-exhaustive list, as he's always going to find a way to pull some bullshit:

He'll bind your arms behind your back, put you on a Fantasy Sybian, lash you to it with magic, and then make you open your mouth, tongue out just far enough to cradle the head of his cock, as he jerks himself off, steadily dripping precome that leaks past your lips and mixes with the drool that you're getting all over your tits, while you try your best not to suck him or close your mouth. Or else he'll turn the sybian all the way up. Good luck!

Much of your bratting relies on him being unable to do jack shit, because he's a busy, busy boy, so he likes to surprise you, sometimes, by snatching you and fucking you when you're expecting to be able to walk away from him, scot-free. He'll use you in a place where someone might (keyword: MIGHT. He's too tuned into the castle to actually get caught) catch the two of you, whether that's pressing your cheek into the wall, hitching your skirt to your waist, and fucking you from behind, or putting you on your knees to use your mouth, and then leaving you wanting, walking away right after he makes you swallow, if you really made him mad.

One of his meanest tricks is the simplest. He'll spank you, get you right on the edge of orgasm, and then stick you in the corner, facing the wall. Bonus points for coming inside you first while you're still mostly clothed, and then cornering you with your tits out of your bra, your skirt yanked over your ass, and your panties around your ankles, leaking his spend all over your sticky thighs.

Sometimes the worst punishment is getting exactly what you want - attention. He'll quietly lock the door behind you when you come in, patiently wait out your poking, and then demand that you strip. Yes, you heard him. Strip. This is about the time that he laughs when you try the knob. Just spearing you with his silent, level gaze until you give in - occasionally, you'll test him, laying on the floor for ages in a bid to get him to cave, but he never does, and he never looks away - and then he tells you to touch yourself. Until you come. He'll wait. After all, isn't this what you wanted? Go on, darling. It wouldn't be so bad if he touched himself, or said anything other than, "Again," after you make yourself orgasm. But he just stares. Nearly unblinking, with that little smirk, never putting his hands on himself (or you, for that matter), not even to adjust the visible line of his erect cock in his trousers. 50/50 as to whether or not he'll fuck you to over-stimulate you, because he knows you're sensitive after coming, or if he'll tell you that, "That's enough." To get your clothes, and let him finish whatever it was he was doing. Both are bad.

The point of a punishment is to stop negative behavior. Sometimes the quickest way to do that, especially if you're bratting because you're grumpy, or feeling neglected, is to smother you with affection. Literally. Belos will just pick you up, pin you wherever's convenient, and kiss you. He always starts with chaste kisses, gently pecking your lips, chin, and cheeks until you stop biting, and go sullenly still underneath him, then he'll start lingering on your mouth, always so sweet, as you slowly slip into subspace, relaxing against him. Then, he'll kiss you deeper and deeper, not giving you a single inch - your wrists are kept above your head, and he keeps the rest of you in place with the weight of his body - and you'll eventually want to kiss him back, to rock against him, to be touched, but he doesn't stop, no matter how you moan - you can't beg, because he never gives you the space to speak. Eventually, he works his way up to fucking your mouth with his long tongue, insistent and gentle and uncompromising as he makes you deep throat it, cutting off your breathing in a rhythm that leaves you dizzy and unable to fight him for lack of breath. This can go on for quite some time. He never touches you, or lets you come, no matter how hard it gets him to break you with nothing but his mouth on yours, until he's certain that you're going to be good and still.

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