#((that description... well hahah))

[bookofbonbon]

all a lie - coriolanus snow.

Pairing: Coriolanus Snow x Reader.

Warnings: Abusive relationship. Death. Descriptions of dead person. Spoilers for TBOSBAS.

Summary: Your relationship with Coriolanus Snow was all a lie.

Word Count: 1k+.

A/N: Sad girl hours. I found the angst fic. I HAD TO THROW IN THE DESTIEL LINE HAHAH (please tell me if you catch it - it's very obvious lmao).

Your engagement to Coriolanus Snow was an arranged one. It was no secret. Everyone in Panem knew. History would report that it was a pre-arrangement between best friends and co-creators of The Hunger Games, Crassus Snow and Casca Highbottom.

Details would emerge how when Crassus Snow’s wife birthed a son and Casca Highbottom's wife a daughter, the pair of bestfriends wanted to join their families; intertwining two of Panem’s most influential families for an eternity.

Feature after feature of the upcoming wedding would be written and published; networks broadcasting far and wide for all to see. It was of course, a bonus that the couple were also in love.

The headlines would call it things like fate and true love, and the people of Panem would fall head over heels for it. 

It was all a lie of course. A lie conceived by Coriolanus Snow. The arrangement, the engagement, being in love. None of it was real.

“I chose her also because I hate her,” you’d overheard him one day. A long pause; the drawn out silence broken only by the sound of his haughty laughter. You could hear the smugness in his voice. “She’s perfect.” 

None would know that the arrangement itself was false but you were constantly reminded by those who were privy to the true nature of your relationship with him that you should be grateful. How lucky you were that the noble Coriolanus Snow would honour the wishes of his great father for you after the shame your own brought.

“You should be thanking me,” Coriolanus hissed, face close to yours and his grip tightening around your arm. “Your father damned you. If it weren’t for me, if I didn’t come up with this arrangement for you, you’d be nothing. I saved you. I’m the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition.”

The hardest part was that you were starting to believe it too. Reality and make-believe blurring into one - it was becoming increasingly more difficult to discern what was real from what was not; unsure of right from left, up from down. Everything snatched away from you in a moment's notice and you should be grateful. Everyone in Panem is happy for you but, you.

But, Coriolanus lied about the engagement, he was probably lying about that too. 

Of course, it hadn’t always been this way. There was a time that existed when the two of you were friends, genuinely. Your father’s were friends, the very best and so were the two of you - you think.

In hindsight, you wondered if the downfall was inevitable, given the history; something broke down somewhere, your father’s weren’t particularly cordial in their later years. You had never thought that it would affect the two of you as well but, pinpointing when your own friendship with Coriolanus shifted into other was easy - the beginning of your mentorships for The 10th Annual Hunger Games and over the course of the next two months following that until it was dead… along with you father. 

You groan, loudly and keel forward. 

You press your free hand to your forehead but it doesn’t stop the barrage of images of your father’s lifeless body from coming to mind; slumped over his desk, nose bloody, face blue and a blank stare.

A journal would later be found amongst his belongings when Dr. Gaul and Coriolanus volunteered to clear out his things from the academy; a journal full of the ramblings of a mad, drug-addled man, that damned your father all to hell as a rebel. You were sure it wasn’t his - you couldn’t prove that it wasn’t. 

But one thing that you were certain of in all of that, was that there was only one common denominator - Coriolanus Snow. 

You try not to think about how his resentment for your father grew tenfold between reaping day and your father’s last, festering into something rotten. How this entire arrangement was likely revenge so, he would have you, Casca Highbottom’s daughter under his thumb and locked in his cage for the rest of your life to make up for the years of your father’s torment.

The newspapers would report The Revered Dean Casca Highbottom Succumbs to Morphling Addiction, despite the toxicology report finding traces of rat poison in his system; despite your father divulging that Lucy Gray used rat poison to win, smuggled in by Coriolanus Snow; despite you seeing Coriolanus Snow leaving your father’s classroom just moments before you found his body. 

“Snow lands on top.” you’d watch him taunt your father’s grave on the day your engagement was announced.

Coriolanus Snow was never really your friend.

You think you might be sick.

You remind yourself it’s all hearsay and speculation, the official reports read accidental overdose and you’d push that small voice that told you otherwise further and further into the darkest crevices of your mind because Coriolanus Snow saved you. 

“Darling,” Coriolanus calls, voice mechanical. 

You remain seated with your hand pressed to your forehead for a few seconds longer until it clicks - he’s talking to you. 

Hand sliding down your face, the band of your engagement ring is cool against your warm skin. Your elbow digs into your thigh as you rest your chin on your palm and look up at him  with what you hope appear to be sober eyes and as best of a smile as you could muster, given your current state. 

“The Vickers and Creeds are about to leave, we will see them out.” 

Not a question but a command as he holds his hand out stoically for you to take; eyes swimming with restrained rage - had they always been so cold? Perhaps or perhaps not - not that you particularly cared at the moment, you just wanted everyone to leave. 

If you could’ve, you yourself would’ve left the party a long time ago - a luxury unfortunately, not afforded to guests of honour. Not that you felt like a guest of honour. Quite frankly, nursing a migraine in one hand and a glass of champagne in the other whilst avoiding your guests for the duration of the night was not at all how you imagined your own engagement party to be but, that was exactly how it was.

There’s a familiar burning sensation in your nose, a prickling at the back of your eyes, the feeling of something stuck in your throat. 

You hiccup and something akin to concern flashes in Coriolanus’s eyes but it's gone as quickly as it came - you were probably imagining it.

“Put the glass of champagne down,” he tells you and you do.

You want to laugh- or maybe cry but, instead you take his hand, intertwine your fingers, hold his hand loosely and your jaw tightly and let him lead the way. 

-

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[amandabbbbb]

rafe cameron with shy!reader and she finally mustered the courage to show him her friends, and they lowkey make fun of her?? or are super flirty with him and she gets super jealous and rafe shows her he's all hers...hehe( insert smut)

your friends were your typical kooks: rude and obnoxious. they were nothing like you; you were sweet and kind. you didn’t know why you accepted them as your friends, and why they accepted you, but all your parents were friends so you felt you just had to fit in and abide by your parents rules. when you invited them to the cameron house for a party, they started telling you how rafe cameron is the hottest man on the island and how he only dates the hottest girls. your other friend pitched in, “he would definitely fuck me hahah”. you were so upset after what they said about your boyfriend, your anger took ahold of you and you finally mustered the courage to say “well, rafe invited me, since he’s my boyf…” you couldn’t finish your sentence before your friend cut you off, saying, “why did he invite you? that’s weird. he only likes girls who are fun and really pretty. no offense though, y/n. you know what i mean. you guys just would never match. he probably just invited you because your dad plays golf with his dad.”

you were there before your friends and told rafe about the comments they made about you and him. he said he didn’t understand why you were friends with them and wanted you to uninvite them. “you know you don’t need those bitches, right baby? only me. ok my love?” he was so protective over you. when they arrived, you were filling up your drink with topper, watching them fix their hair and makeup in the voyeur, trying to look the hottest. your friends, so excited to be in the presence of the sexiest man on the island, ran up to rafe and introduced themselves. rafe knew who they were. when they started flirting with him, all googly-eyed by his handsome face and tall figure, he just rolled his eyes and laughed off whatever stupid pick-up line they were throwing his way. you watched all of this go down, following them as they followed rafe around like lost puppies, giving him compliments everywhere he turned. when you walked up to him, he could tell your insecurities and jealousy had risen, tears threatening to fall. rafe brought you in and gave you a kiss right in front of your friends. “hi, baby, you look so beautiful tonight, fuck that dress i got ya looks stunning.” your friends all looked so confused. they were stunned by the affection “the” rafe cameron was giving you, the shy girl who wasn’t confident enough to stick up for herself and hides behind her book. you introduced him, “hey, guys, this is my boyfriend, rafe. seems like you already met him.” rafe gave them a dirty look and gave you a kiss, whispering loudly in your ear, “meet me in my room in 5,” then smacked your ass and walked away. your jealousy calming down by the way he showed them that he’s yours and no one else’s, you walked up to rafe’s room.

as you left, your friends exchanged shocked glances, their mouths gaping open. one of them managed to stutter out, “y/n’s boyfriend? rafe cameron? how… when… what just happened?” they were clearly struggling to process the sudden turn of events, realizing that the shy, bookish girl they knew had captured the attention of the island’s most coveted bachelor. with a mix of confusion and awkwardness, they awkwardly excused themselves from the party, unsure of where they stood in your life now that rafe had claimed you as his own.

ok so this is literally my first ask how exciting ahh and I know this isn’t exactly what you asked for but I’m new at this🥺

also I didn’t add smut bc like I need someone to teach me how like I don’t know how to make it all descriptive and shit ahhh

also pls send ur requests in i wanna write more this is soo fun!!!

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[willalove75]

could you do one where reader goes to the village alone for some reason and almost gets assaulted (r#per I guess?) but fortunately Alcina saves her just on time, and they have some kind of comfort sex🙏

Thanks so much for the request!!

I definitely have requests that are much, much older than this one but I immediately had an idea when I saw this request so we're just going with it hahah

Warnings: s/a attempt (no actual s/a or detailed description) but please be careful reading anyways💕

Tags: Angst, fluff and smut

The cool summer evening air envelopes you as you make your way down the path towards the village. You can feel the tears evaporating off of your skin as they dry on your cheeks.

You know it isn't safe to be outside of the castle when it gets dark, but the fight you and Alcina had was the worst one you've had yet. She was angry after a meeting with Mother Miranda and the other Lords and all you wanted to do was help. She was too caught up in her rage and threw insult after insult at you, not realizing how deeply her words cut into your heart. She screamed at you to get out of her sight. You threatened back, saying if she kicked you out she'd never see you again, that you deserve to be treated better than that. Her only response was her chilling chuckle and the words "go ahead, see if I care. You're nothing but a pathetic maiden to me. You think you're special, but just know I can have a new you in a second if I so wished."

That was the last straw. Desperately holding back tears you ran from her study and out the door, only stopping to grab a shawl with the Dimitrescu sigil embroidered on it from the closet before leaving the castle. It was a gift from Alcina, she said that as long as you bore her crest, you would be safe.

Hurrying down the path, the sun sank lower and lower into the sky. You knew you needed to be inside before nightfall before the lycans began to roam the village.

The village finally came into view, you were so close, until a growl rumbled from the tree line. Not wanting to wait to find out what creature made the noise, you started to sprint towards the nearest building. The snarls and growls behind you let you know whatever it was was chasing you. After a brief look over your shoulder you saw a lycan sprinting and you kicked it into a higher gear and ran faster than ever.

As the buildings came closer you saw a few men outside, you recognized the building as the back of the village tavern.

"HELP!" You screamed, waving your arms at the men. "LYCAN! HELP ME!"

The men stopped what they were doing and turned towards you as you ran faster and faster, the lycan also gaining speed. One man pulled out a shotgun when you ran past him, practically falling into one of the other mans arms after tripping on a discarded bottle. The first man fired his shotgun at the lycan and you heard a "THUD" as it dropped to the ground.

Trying to catch your breath and calm your nerves you kept repeating over and over "thank you, thank you so much."

"Now, now, what's a little maiden like you doing all alone in those woods at night?" The man you fell into asks as he holds you by your arms.

"I-I was just on my way back to the village, I didn't realize how late it was." Eyeing your surroundings you notice that it's only you and the three men outside, no one else was in sight. "But thank you so much, I owe you all a pint at least, but I really should be getting inside."

You try to pull away but the mans grip tightens.

"Well hold on now darlin', what's the rush?"

"I really shouldn't be out this late."

"Well you have us here hero's to protect you."

"I really appreciate it, but please, let me buy you all a drink."

"I think we can come up with a better form of repayment, don't you think?" He says, looking to the other two men with a sinister smile.

Just then two more men stumble out of the back of the tavern.

"What the hell was that noise?!" One of them shouts.

"We found a damsel in distress." The man holding you says. "We were just discussing a form of repayment."

All five sets of eyes settle onto you and you knew then and there that you ran away from one monster, straight into the arms of another.

Fight or flight kicked in and you tried to pull away from the man but his grip tightened. Pulling your knee up, you make contact with his crotch and the man lets out a groan before his grip loosens. The moment he falters you make a run for it, only for one of the other men to grab you by your shawl and keep you from getting away.

The men drag you to the ground, kicking and screaming, fighting with all your might to get away. One of the men notices the Dimitrescu coat of arms on your shawl and he chuckles.

"Lookie here fellas, looks like we have one of the Lady's little maidens."

The look in their eyes grows darker as they start to move in on you.

-

An hour after your argument, Alcina was finally able to calm herself down. It was then that she realized the true weight of her words and the guilt set in. How could she have been so cruel to you? You were irreplaceable to her, she hoped deep down you knew that but she needed to make things right. Standing from her desk she began to search for you in the castle.

After checking your old room, the library, the kitchen, the atelier and your favorite sitting room she began to worry.

"Daughters! Come here now!" She calls.

The three girls appear in front of their mother moments later.

"Yes mother?" Bela asks.

"Have any of you seen y/n? I cannot find her anywhere."

The three girls look at each other and back at their mother, all shaking their heads "no."

"We haven't seen her mother." Daniela says.

"Why? Is she in trouble?" Cassandra says with a wicked smile.

"No, no she is not. I said some things I never should have and now I cannot find her." Worry starts to creep into Alcina's chest when she realizes she hasn't been able to hear your heartbeat, fearing that maybe she finally drove you away for good.

"Please excuse my interruption my Lady," one of the maids says after overhearing the conversation. "but you said you are looking for y/n?"

"Yes, have you seen her?" Alcina asks, turning towards the maid.

The maid turns her gaze to the floor and begins to tremble under the stare of her mistress.

"I-I-"

"If you know something maiden, speak. Now." Lady Dimitrescu says as her patience begins to thin.

"I saw her run out of the castle just over an hour ago my Lady."

"WHAT?!"

The maid cowers and trembles more.

"She looked upset, I tried to call after her but she didn't hear me. She ran through the doors and was gone before I could catch up to her."

Alcina looks at her daughters with fear in her eyes. The sun had set not long ago, she desperately hoped you made it to the village before nightfall but you would have been cutting it close.

"Girls,"

"On it mother!" Bela says.

"We'll find her!" Daniela says.

"And we'll kill anything that tries to harm her." Cassandra adds.

"You girls search from above, I will follow the path to the village. We must go quickly."

Without addressing the maid again the four Dimitrescu women run out of the castle towards the village.

-

One man manages to pin your arms to the ground as two others try to stop your kicking legs while you thrash in their grasp. The man you kneed in the balls leans over and backhands you hard across the face, stunning you for a moment.

Tears begin to run down your temples into your hairline as you cry out for help.

The man leaning over you glares down at your trembling form.

"You're a feisty one, eh? We're gonna have so much fun breaking you."

His breath reeks of alcohol and cheap tobacco, unlike the scent of Alcina's breath that usually smells like her sweet wine and expensive cigarettes. You close your eyes and wish by some miracle she could hear you, that she would come and save you. But you knew you were grasping at hopeless straws. She wanted nothing to do with you, even if she did there's no way she would be able to hear you in distress. You felt crazy but part of you wished for her so hard you thought you were making yourself remember the scent of her perfume as if she was right here. As if you were smelling it right this moment.

The mans hands grab at you and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that they either kill you right away or grow bored of you quickly.

The man begins to taunt you and mid-sentence you hear him cry out in pain and feel something warm splatter across your face. Your eyes snap open to see black blades sticking out through the man's chest. He gets thrown to the side and in his place you see the familiar cream dress. As your eyes move up the figure you swear you're hallucinating. It's not until you see a pair of gold eyes, glowing with murderous rage staring back at you.

"Al-Alcina-" you choke out as more tears fall. This time they're tears of relief. Behind Alcina you see the man with the shotgun aim at her back. "Alcina! Look out!" You scream.

The gun goes off and her body lurches forward for a moment before she stands up straight once more. Looking down you see blood begin to pour from the exit wound of the bullet before it slows. Alcina turns to face the man and in one swipe she slices him to ribbons as his body parts fall to the ground. You notice the shotgun wound on her back heals, leaving nothing but drying blood and a hole in her dress as the only evidence of the wound.

The man holding your hands puts you in a chokehold and brings a knife to your neck. Alcina turns to see the man and her eyes flare dangerously. A buzzing noise gets louder and louder before you hear the man behind you scream in pain. He drops the knife as his arm gets pulled away violently. Turning towards the sound, you see Cassandra with her sickle through the mans arm, dragging him away.

"Don't you DARE put your FILTY MAN HANDS ON HER!" She screams in the mans face as he trembles.

More buzzing grows louder and Daniela and Bela appear behind the last two men that were holding your legs, they had backed away but were too stunned with fear to run. The girls put their sickles to the men's throats to keep them from running.

Alcina bends down and hesitantly reaches her hand out towards you. She doesn't want to startle you any more but she's also fearful that you won't accept her help after the things she said to you.

Meeting her eyes once more you let out a sob and push yourself off of the ground and into her arms. Alcina is taken back for a second before wrapping her arms tightly around you and holding you close. Relief washes over her, she found you, and you were safe. Her grip tightens after thinking about what could have happened if she showed up even a minute later. Quickly pushing that thought out of her head, she strokes your hair and kisses your temple; whispering in your ear over and over that you're safe and that she has you, that no one can hurt you now.

"Mother." Bela says. "What would you like us to do with the man-things?"

"Oh mother can we hunt them?! Pretty please?!" Daniela asks, batting her eyelashes at her mother.

Cassandra chuckles darkly at the thought. "Yes mother, can we please? We haven't had fresh man blood in so long."

"There is one for each of us!" Daniela adds.

Looking at her daughters, the Countess smiles.

"Of course, daughters. Lead them away from the village and you may set them free to hunt. Please be safe and return to the castle when you're finished."

Exchanging excited glances, Bela and Daniela stick their sickles into the legs of the men they were holding and the three girls begin to drag them away into the forest.

Turning her attention back to you, Alcina continues to stroke your hair and comfort you as your sobs begin to soften.

"Hush draga, hush. You're safe, you're safe now my darling. Nothing is going to hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you ever again."

"You came."

"Of course I did." She says as she stands with you cradled in her arms and begins to make her way back to the castle.

"I thought they were going to- I thought they were going to kill me. I didn't- I didn't think you were going to come." You said through tears.

"I will always come to your aid, draga mea. Always."

"But, you said-"

"Shh, let us go home, you need rest. Then we will discuss what happened, alright my love?"

Nodding into her you cling tighter to her dress and she holds you closer to her chest in response. The gentle sway of her arms, the smell of her perfume, you begin to relax in her embrace as your adrenaline ceases and exhaustion takes over, lulling you into a deep sleep.

Looking down at you in her arms, fast asleep, Alcina berates herself for ever speaking such vile words to you. Aside from her daughters, you are her whole world. She curses herself for making you believe that she ever saw you as anything less.

Finally making it back to the castle, you begin to wake up as Alcina ascends the stairs to her chambers.

"Lets run you a bath, draga mea." She says. You nod in agreement.

After turning off the taps and pouring in your favorite soaps and oils, Alcina helps you undress and sits you in the tub. As she washes you, she examines the marks the men left on your body. Luckily there were nothing but a few small cuts and light bruising, but Alcina can't help but feel like each mark on your body was her fault.

Her eyes fill up with tears as she caresses the red mark on your face where the man struck you. Meeting her gaze, you're surprised to see the unshed tears that are building.

"I am so sorry my darling." She says quietly, just above a whisper. "I never should have said those horrible things to you. I didn't mean a single word I said. You mean everything to me."

"I do?"

"Yes. I could never replace you, ever. I was angry when I said those things. I know that doesn't excuse my behavior but I never meant for you to leave, I never meant to drive you away. I never-" she pauses as a few tears roll down her cheeks. "I never meant for you to get hurt. This is all my fault. I am so, so sorry."

"You hurt me."

"I know I did, draga. I hurt you so deeply and I regret every word I said to you. I will never forgive myself for what happened tonight because all of this, this is my fault."

She wipes her tears away and continues to bathe you. The two of you fall into silence as she washes your hair and combs out the knots. After the bath Alcina wraps you in a fluffy towel and carries you into the bedroom. You pull on a nightgown and crawl into bed while Alcina goes back into the bathroom to wash off the rest of the blood she had on her. She comes back out in a nightgown and lays next to you in bed.

Alcina pulls your back tightly against her front and you feel her nuzzle into your hair before taking a deep breath in. She exhales with a hum and places light kisses to the back of your neck. Your eyes flutter closed as you relax into her touch.

"You mean everything to me." Alcina says softly between kisses. "No one can ever replace you, draga mea. Not in a thousand years."

Her breath cascading across your skin causes the hairs on the back of your neck to stand up. Alcina notices and you can feel her smirk into you. The hand she has resting against your stomach slowly moves up, coming to rest just under your breasts. The movement against your nightgown causes it to rise to the tops of your thighs.

A battle wages in your mind, part of you is still angry with her. She hurt you, so badly. The wounds of her words are still fresh. The other part of you wants her to take you. Even though you bathed, you can still feel the hands of the men on you. You want her touch to erase them from you, for her to claim you as hers once more.

Alcina picks up on the battle waging in your head. You have no idea how she always seems to know what you're thinking, but she always does.

"Do you want me to stop?" She asks with genuine concern in her soft voice. She knows you've been through a lot today and doesn't want to pressure you into doing something you don't want to.

"I - I don't know." You whisper back.

Alcina rolls you towards her, your eyes locking onto her golden ones. Her pupils are enlarged but she's holding herself back. The hand resting just under your breasts moves up to cup your face, her thumb caressing your cheek.

"I don't want to do anything that will cause you more stress, draga mea. I need you to tell me what you want."

"I don't know what I want, I just want you." You say as tears fill your eyes.

"Oh, my darling. May I kiss you?"

Nodding your head in a tearful "yes", Alcina leans over you, gently pressing her lips into yours. Her feather-light kisses practically make you melt as she peppers your lips with them. Snaking your fingers into her raven locks, you gently hold onto the back of her head, deepening the kisses.

Alcina pulls away just enough to look at you, your lips barely brushing against each others. Her sparkling golden eyes look deeply into yours and she says "I love you, draga mea. I wish I would have told you sooner, but I love you. More than I've ever loved anyone."

Your breath catches in your lungs at her confession. Never in a million years did you think she would ever love you. Words try to crawl their way out of your throat but a small whimper emerges instead. There's so much you want to say to her right now but your brain is swirling so quickly the words don't come. Instead of using your words, you do the only other thing you can think of - which is pulling her into you and kissing her with a fervor, conveying your message to her with your lips.

Matching your intensity, Alcina's lips envelop yours - although she's still hesitant to push you too far. Sensing her hesitation, you take her bottom lip between your teeth and tug at it, letting your teeth drag against it as it slips from between your lips. At first Alcina lets out a small gasp of surprise, but when she feels her lip between your teeth she lets out a low groan.

The moment her lip snaps back Alcina captures your lips with hers once more. This time with a hotter, more passionate kiss. Her tongue glides across your lips and you part them, allowing her in. Large hands trace the curves on your body, coming to rest at your hips. Alcina adjusts herself above you and you instinctively spread your legs, making room for her between them. She settles herself against you, careful not to put the full weight of her body on you. Rolling your hips into her, Alcina pulls your nightgown up to your waist and returns her hands to your hips.

"Alci, please." You pant between kisses. "I love you. I need you."

Alcina lets out a low growl in her chest and she peels your underwear down your legs before tossing them aside. Pulling her lips from yours, she inhales deeply, smelling your arousal as it greets her senses. When she looks back down into your eyes you notice only a sliver of gold remains from her blown out pupils.

Her long fingers dance up and down your legs as she plants kiss after kiss into the skin of your jaw and neck. When she drags them up the inside of your thigh she wastes no time and immediately cups your heat when she reaches the apex of your thighs. Her fingers explore every inch of you, gliding through your folds effortlessly as she coats them in your arousal before resting the tips of her fingers on your clit.

You moan into her ear as she begins to make small yet firm circles around it. A light flush begins to develop across your cheeks, slowly making it's way down your neck. Her breathing increases but she keeps her slow, relaxing pace.

Alcina's free hand cups your face as she continues to cover you with kisses. She can practically smell the scent left behind by the men, even after your shower - and all she wanted was to erase them from your body, covering them with her own. Her fingers alone begin to work you up so much you can feel an orgasm building as your flush deepens. Alcina picks up on how much your body is reacting and she slows her ministrations down further, causing you to whine.

"Don't stop, please." You whimper into her ear.

She coats her finger in your arousal once more before pulling back and looking into your eyes.

"Are you sure, my love? We don't have to-"

"Please, I need you. Take me Alcina." You say, cutting her off.

With one more passionate kiss, Alcina parts your lips and lines her finger up with your entrance before looking deep into your eyes.

"Relax my love, let me take care of you."

Before you can even respond she starts to slowly slide her finger into you with a gentleness you've rarely experienced. Knuckle by knuckle Alcina slowly fills you, pushing deeper into your heated core.

"Good girl, just like that." She says before her finger bottoms you out and you let out a moan of pure pleasure. Sliding her finger almost all the way out, she pushes back into you again a little faster, but still slow and gentle. When she reaches the spongy patch deep inside she curls her finger against it and your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let out another moan.

When you start to rock your hips to her rhythm, Alcina sets a modest pace; thrusting into you, curling her finger and pulling almost all the way out and repeating her pattern. Your orgasm begins to build and you pull her lips down to yours, capturing them in a heated kiss. As your tongues intertwine, the flush on your body reappears, deeper and hotter than before. You throw your arms around her neck and keep her close. If she wanted to, she could easily break free from your grasp but instead Alcina leans into you, allowing the closeness of your bodies to comfort her as she continues pleasuring you with her finger.

"Can you take more of me, my darling?" She whispers in your ear before nibbling on the lobe.

"Yes, please." You pant in response.

Your velvety walls stretch in a blissful way when she adds a second finger, the sensation causing you to cry out in pleasure. Alcina keeps her steady pace and brings her thumb to your clit, rubbing tight circles around it.

"Oh gods! Fuck!" You whine into the fabric of her nightgown as your orgasm builds once more.

The room falls silent, the only noises being made are of her fingers thrusting in and out of you and your muffled whines and pants as she brings you closer to your release.

Both of her fingers curling into that spot deep inside causes your back to arch off of the bed, allowing Alcina to push deeper into you. She can feel your walls tightening around her finger but she doesn't quicken her pace, she keeps it steady, hoping to build you up slowly instead of fucking you into bliss like she normally does.

Part of you was surprised she didn't start thrusting faster and harder but another part of you is enjoying the slow build of your orgasm so much you never want her to fuck you differently than this ever again.

The coil in your stomach tightens more and more as more whines and whimpers fall from your lips. Alcina kisses you passionately again and you moan into her mouth as you get closer and closer.

Alcina picks up the pace only a little as she feels your walls begin to clamp down around her, knowing you won't last much longer. She pulls her lips from your and looks deeply into your eyes.

"I love you, so much draga mea." She says as her thumb caresses your cheek.

"I - I love you Alcina. Oh fuck, I love you so much. Please, please." You whine.

She picks up her pace a little more and you struggle to hold her gaze as her now black eyes bore into yours. The coil in your stomach is so tight it's about to snap, your body feels like it's on fire and you arch into her touch more, allowing her fingers to drive deeper than before.

"Ah, fuck! Alci, I'm - I'm gonna -"

"Cum for me my darling, let go. I have you." She whispers into your ear.

A few more thrusts is all you needed to fall over the edge as you cry out. Your orgasm rips through your body and all you can do is cling to Alcina as tightly as possible as she helps you ride wave after wave of pleasure. Alcina whispers praises as she guides you through your orgasm, doing her best to prolong it as long as she possibly can in an attempt to give you as much pleasure as possible.

It's not until your back collapses down onto the mattress and your walls finally relax around her that Alcina slides her fingers from your soaked center.

You can't help but whine at the loss, causing a light chuckle from Alcina. She lifts herself off of you and pulls you into her chest as the last of your aftershocks course through you. Her cool skin helps your heated body as you relax into her arms, focusing on the light throbbing between your legs and the tempo of her breaths as her chest rises and falls against you.

Alcina runs her fingers through your hair and kisses you on the head. She holds you close, not wanting to let you go, almost as if you'll slip through her arms and disappear if she doesn't.

"I love you, Alcina." You whisper.

"I love you so much my darling girl. I promise I will never hurt you again. I will never allow anyone to ever hurt you again draga mea. I will protect you, always."

Pulling away a bit, you adjust yourself to be able to look into her golden eyes. You can see they're filled with regret, with fear that you won't ever forgive her.

"I know you will. I believe you. I trust you. I forgive you." A tear falls down her porcelain skin and you wipe it away. "I love you." You say as you pull her so her plush red lips meet yours.

"I love you too, my darling. Forever."

When your lips part, Alcina tucks you under her chin and the soothing beat of her heart lulls you into a dreamless, peaceful sleep. Alcina releases a breath she didn't know she was holding when she feels you drift off in her arms and she swears to every god that may exist that she will never allow anyone, including herself, to ever hurt you again. That she will protect you for the rest of her life. And never again will you be subjected to the pain she's caused you today.

"I promise you, my love, I will protect you. Forever. You are mine, and I will love you always."

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[demonbanger]

𝔇𝔬𝔫’𝔱 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔭𝔯𝔢𝔠𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 ℑ’𝔪 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 |

ft. sex demon ! 𝗘𝗨𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗦 𝗞𝗜𝗗 | 🌶 🔞 MDI

“𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙮 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙡.” — E. Kid, to you

synopsis: on a lonely night you decide to get a bit buzzed and think, fuck it, why not try to summon a sex demon? Turns out to be either the biggest blessing, or biggest mistake you’ve made in a while.

♫: click for inspo song

pairing: Incubus! Kid x Fem! Reader (no physical description of reader, except hair that can be pulled)

cw: *inhales* demon summoning, bully Eustass, brat taming, blood + pain play, cunnilingus, drinking mention, predator x prey, breeding, dacryphilia, dumbification, belly bulge, overstimulation, praise + degradation, size kink af with our 6’7 king, use of pet names, insane stamina, gets softer at the end

tags: @goshitshardtohaveagoodname @nikos-a-clown @pinkcrystal-rose

© Writing & Imagery in this is my intellectual property. Do not plagiarize or repost to other platforms without my permission. Love, DemonBanger

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You stuff your fingers in your dribbling pussy, but just could not get yourself full enough. You felt like such a horny bastard tonight, with so much sexual desperation, and finally decided you wanted to start masturbating again. But nothing worked like when you first started; you’ve just been single for too long and miss the feeling of real cock.

Even a dildo couldn’t do the trick anymore. You needed the real thing, with pumping veins and harsh thrusts, attached to a heavy man that pressed you into the mattress, with low grunts and dirty words moaned lowly into your ear.

You sigh in frustration and set the toys down, taking a swig out of some whiskey to let it take over more of your senses. The liquor burns so beautifully going down your throat…too bad there wasn’t another hot liquid also sinking down your oral cavity.

The familiar floaty headspace seeps in like an old friend that you keep away at arm’s length, as your heartbeat drums in your warm chest. Buzzed you feels like a dragon waking from a slumber, with old runes in the form of dumb ideas filling your brain.

“Might as well fucking summon a sex demon at this point,” you mutter. The idea rolls over in your head for a few minutes, and the curiosity of trying something crazy and reckless like this gets more and more appealing to your buzzed brain, until eventually you think: Wait. Fuck it, what if I tried it at least? You laugh to yourself.

What would you have to lose anyways? Just your soul? You don’t even feel like you have one these days until you drink good old caffeine.

You tap the safari icon on your phone, to research how one would even go about summoning an incubus, and take another swig to invite the madness more.

A few forums say the same thing. People asking if you actually want to invite such a thing into your life, some dude talking about how his wife cheated on him with one of those entities and was never the same after that. Hahah…cuck.

You scoff. You have existential crises every day, no sex demon can fuck your life up like you feel you can. Demons, where you at? It’s ya boi. You think about the meme and cackle way too hard for something so unfunny and possibly life-threatening.

Then you scroll over a comment that is long with a lot of upvotes on it. It looks serious. Seems legitimate. There are no comments underneath, but it reads like a serious spell book.

Eh, why not? You laugh again. The comment warned against masturbating beforehand to make sure your sexual energy was at its peak to really invite any sexual spirits. Welp, already fucked that up, so if this doesn’t work at least you could have something fun to do and then tire yourself out and call it a night.

Then you read how it involves extracting blood from a few…sources such as the tongue and pussy and you wonder if there’s a better way. A paper cut on any of those things sounds gross. Eek.

You look over YouTube and find the first video that pops up. The speaker sounds experienced, and says that it’s much simpler than any methods. Just make a request to the demon Asmodeus by reaching a meditative state, and adamantly focusing on his name.

Simple enough. You try and make sure your room is a little tidy, burn a couple of cutesy candles, and dress in a black spiked collar and a cute, lacey red lingerie set you got yourself a little while back. Scarlet garters hold up soft thigh highs that bring out your thighs and make your lower body look extra luscious. You take in this moment of feminine confidence. What are you? You’re a bad bitch. And what are you about do? Get fucked.

You sit prettily on your bed, take another swig of the burning drink, shake your hips in excitement, close your eyes, and make the signature meditation pose. You even put the sigil of Asmodeus on your laptop to better reach him. Look at you, doing the most. Then, you bite your lip in concentration and your buzzed brain is slow enough to focus on one thing slowly.

Asmodeus. Asmodeus. Asmodeus, are you with me? You think with intention.

Just as you thought. No answer. You continue.

Asmodeus, I know I never spoke to you in my life. I’m Y/n, I know this is silly but I don’t mind giving up some of my energy to get fucked voraciously by a demon boy. An incubus please. Is that ok?

You wait for an answer, peep at the candles. They’re just flickering normally. You try not to psych yourself into micro analyzing the movement of the little flames. Drunk you could do that all night. But you need to keep focused. Then you continue.

Hopefully it is ok, Mr. Asmodeus. I don’t know if I need to give up my blood n shit. I’m just a little drunk girl and honestly I’ve given up so much life energy to toxic exes at this point, you don’t need to warn me,, I know I’m rambling, but uh, yeah. I don’t give a fuck. But also, respectfully, make sure he wants me too. That shit’s hot. Do you even hear me at this point?

A chill up your spine stops you from thinking further. It’s such a chill that you shiver. It’s the same sensation in your nerves that you’d feel if someone ran a finger along your entire sensitive spine. Your window isn’t open.

There’s no way.

Good talk, you think. Don’t know what the fuck that was.

You sigh, keeping yourself open for answers. Maybe he’s thinking? Who knows. For a second you almost feel a little silly for getting all dressed and stuff.

Then you feel a chill up your spine, only more intense. Your hairs stand on end. It’s kind of spooky. You’re drunk though so you’re in more of a relaxed, “oh no!!! anyways” sort of mindset. But none of your windows are open and you haven’t turned on the AC all day.

You take another swig out of the bottle and your face burns. You’re sure your eyes are a bit bloodshot, face flushed. You think about what a male demon would say if he saw you. Probably something like—Put the bottle down, sweetheart.

You cackle in your mind. Sorry about that, daddy, gotta have fun.

Keep calling me that, I like it, the thought says a bit louder in your mind, purring more sexily than you’ve ever imagined a man sounding. Wait, did you make that up or are you tripping?

Dumbass.

You open your eyes again. So that was your imagination…or was it? There’s a little bit of doubt in your mind. Either way your imagination is vivid and you crack yourself up.

Damn it, you play too much, now your drunk ass can’t even tell what’s someone telepathically communicating to you and what’s you imagining someone telepathically communicating to you.

You clear your throat a little.

“Oi, am I wasting my time? Am I making this up? Give me a sign or show yourself , but don’t like scare me, or else I’m just going to sleep.” You try to speak clearly and confidently.

Your head whips around to the wall at something suddenly in your peripheral, and you notice a little area starts to glow, brighter and brighter. It’s a sigil. The same one you put on your computer moments ago. It’s very slow. Your heart feels like it’s in your fucking throat as you blink extra hard. Nope, still there. Holy fuck??

You swallow, slightly nervous besides your sense of fear being dulled down.

A gasp leaves your throat at a sudden tapping noise coming straight from the sigil. A fist punches through your wall, except not actually punching through its material. The glowing sigl must be some sort of portal. You let out a shocked squeal as the fist shakes around the air of your room. The clawed hand opens and the body attached steps out.

“The fuck was that?”

Oh lord. He’s huge. And above all else, irresistibly sexy.

The demon stands before you, towering over most of your room proudly, a wild crown of red hot hair adorning his head. The candlelight flickers wildly as he looks directly at you. His handsome features complete with sharp eyes like glowing amber surrounded by darkness, almost dragon-like. Is that…lipstick? And guyliner. Another shiver runs through you at how attracted you are to this creature from hell. You must’ve made Asmodeus laugh and scored the jackpot in return. That sharp nose.. with the pretty bumps on the side…you wonder how it would feel riding it.

He’s wearing a coat trimmed with maroon fur, that still leaves little to the imagination as his entire muscular, giant torso is bare with a sheen that accentuates carved abs, perhaps sweat because hell is hot. Black pants with chains hang low on his hips. You don’t see visible wings but are sure he can make them appear if he wanted.

Just, holy shit.

Dark maroon lips smirk. His voice is raspy, a little tired, a little indifferent, but the look in his eyes says otherwise. “So…you gonna just keep staring at me all night and get off that way, or?”

You bite your lip. He’s so fucking smug. Your pussy starts pooling more wetness than already built up.

“I-well, yeah, you just appeared through my fucking wall,” you roll your eyes, not submitting so easily. “The hell did you expect?”

The demon flashes a mouth full of beautiful, dangerous teeth.

“Pretty little minx, and a smart mouth on ya too. I guess he was right it’d be worth bothering the admiral of the legions, can’t wait to fuck the brattiness out of you.”

Black, ornate trousers that appear punk and shredded to bits sway as he steps closer to your bed.

“Oh, Careful—” you warn but one of his beautiful, tall, twisty horns hits your ceiling fan, and you find it comical how a 7 foot tall demon is cursing at hitting his left horn in your room.

His eyes squint at you. “Fucking brat. Laughing at me, not even telling me your name. I could drag a rude little mortal like you to hell and eat you alive for lack of manners,” he drawls, little to no venom in his words, his voice so deep and rich you almost get lost in it for a moment. Little does he know you want him to eat you alive.

“Oh—, I mean you’re right, sorry sir,” you spit out the sorry as sarcastically as possible, “I’m Y/n, what’s your name?”

He eyes your thighs clenching together and a mocking chuckle bubbles in his chest. “Name’s Kid. But you, little thing, can call me Eustass for tonight when I’m impaling you on my cock.”

A little whimper is forced out of you at how dirtily he spoke, like he made an incantation to turn you on instantly. “Eustass,” you try out, making precum drip out of him more than he’d like to admit. Your eyes flit down to his cock that he mentioned, then back up. He knows you were staring. And he’s so damn smug about it too, because the big guy’s bulge looks absolutely huge.

He looks over at the toys on your bed and scoffs, picking up your dildo, and eyeing it snarkily. Your face burns in indignation at his wolfish, leering smirk.

“Oh princess. Might as well throw these—“ he locates your trash bin, “right here. Because I’m gonna fucking ruin them for you. And you can kiss any man’s dick goodbye.” He drops your sex toys into the trash like a mic drop.

And you’re not even mad. Your thighs shift against the fabric of your bodysuit to gain any sort of friction, so turned on from imagining what’s to come.

“Yeah? You like that? I can just smell how much that turned you on. Such a pathetic, needy, desperate slut. You in heat or something?”

You can only nod your head.

He makes his way back to the bed, walking like he has all the time in the world, and you eye him for how beautiful and dangerous he is, oozing sex appeal. He also eyes you hungrily, like a starved carnivore eyeing its new living meal. Heat from hell radiates off of him, and he smells otherworldly; almost sweet; with notes of pure musk, steel, blood, leather, sweat, and desire.

(You don’t know that the pheromones you’re releasing have a similar effect on him, but he wants to make you beg and whimper; mewl, cry, break).

You take in shaky breaths, not because those fangs could rip chunks out of you if he wanted to…well, that’s hot too.

Kid grabs your bottle of whiskey from your mattress, eyeing you with pure hunger as he gets so close to you, and sets it on the floor. “That’s gonna break if it stays on your bed.” He dips his head closer to you, inhales again to smell your arousal, and his eyes roll shut.

“A-are we gonna have a safeword? I’m not paying any hospital bills if you break my body,” you finally speak up, voice pitch heightened from horniness.

He scoffs. “How fucking adorable, such a needy stupid baby, you didn’t even think before making a contract with someone who could do whatever he wants with you no?” the redhead strokes your thigh as he sounds so mean and condescending, large clawed hand gripping your upper leg, squeezing your supple flesh. His breathing is heavy. Fiery eyes peer down into your soul as he pauses.

“Spikes.” He feels your collar, humming in approval. “But just know, you signed up to be fucked. And drained.” His blackened thumb traces over your bottom lip as he holds your chin. “If you can’t handle the heat, you should know better than to booty call hell.”

“Mhmm,” you say, nodding in his hold, tongue darting out to caress his finger. Kid snarls.

Just like that, a large palm presses on your sternum and shoves you down onto the bed. He yanks you by the hips to the edge of the mattress with a bruising grip, and bucks his clothed hips into yours sharply, trouser-covered bulge slapping your pussy roughly, eliciting a whine from your throat.

“Gonna keep your neighbors up with us all night just like this,” he growls, bucking onto you, hands tracing your hips, fingers dipping under your bodysuit to caress your soaking core.

“Wet kitty, so fucking sinful.” He pulls out his fingers, separating them and admiring how your slick strings up and drips down his hand. Then, glowing eyes gaze into yours as a long, sharp, forked tongue licks your essence up, cleaning them in one stroke. You throb. He tosses his trench coat to the floor and you admire his giant, muscular body. Thick neck you want to scratch up. Giant muscles carved of porcelain and littered with scars that you want to bite and paint even prettier. A fallen angel of vermillion, ready to stab you in the dark, drag you down in lust and weeping to your personal circle of heavenly hell.

Without another word, he dips his head down and snaps the crotch of your bodysuit open leaving you with no room to think. He flattens his large, forked tongue and licks a broad, wet stripe over your sopping cunt.

“ ‘s cunny’s mine,” he breathes, and begins his attack on you with his mouth, squeezing your thighs, large tongue teasing into you.

“Yes it’s all—, ohhhh~” He pulls out and shoves two huge fingers with painted fingernails into your entrance, stretching you out and making you arch your back from the sudden stimulation, pussy smushing into his face further. He growls again, feral in nature, the vibrations going straight to your clit as he intently watches your reactions. Wide tongue lapping at your clit, swirling, making you speak in tongues and whimper at how full you are. You do not regret summoning a demon at all.

He adds a third impossibly thick finger and scissors them in and out of you, then impatiently thrusts his tongue back in to fuck you, massaging every little nook and cranny of your textured walls. Swirling up, and up, and up until your brain rots inside your skull and you’re roughly grabbing handfuls of his hair.

You hear him groan a prideful, muffled “Good girl,” as his nose bumps into your clit so snugly. Your eyes roll back at the praise. It’s too much, all of it is too much. And yet, you need more, more, more, please, please, please. His tongue hits a tender spot that makes you jolt and begins to attack it in a full-fledged assault, causing you to snap your gaze back to him and buck your hips greedily into him.

Greedy. He likes that. He likes how greedy your cunt is, because he’s just as greedy for you. Your thighs clench around his head when he shakes his face, soaked in your juices, side to side to rub your clit with his nose pressed tightly to you. “E-Eustass!” you call out for him, all strangled, and a purr rumbles in his thick chest.

In response, he only clenches your thighs tighter around his face, continuing to torture you with his pink tongue that’s long and mobile like a fucking tentacle.

You cry out as talonesque nails dig into your thighs and little pricks of blood come out, but he doesn’t care. And neither do you. You grind on him, head swimming in lust, probably only worsening the pinprick wounds. He leans back with you and completely sits down on the floor beneath, holding the entire weight of your body on top of his face with the strength of a powerful war demon.

He slides you up and down, and you tremble, spots of white flecking your vision as you ride his face, smearing your never ending slick to his insatiable delight.

His amber eyes glare at you, urging you to let go and come undone on top of him. Yet mocking you for needing to cum so soon.

And that’s what you do, shaking violently, curling over him, death grip on his scarlet tresses, as he groans at how delicious you taste. The orgasm washes over you so hard you almost fall slack, almost, as your moans fall silent from your circuits sparking. He drinks up all the essence you have to offer, lips smacking at how delicious you are, deep “Mmmhfuck” causing your nipples to perk.

He stands back up and sets you back down on the bed, unzipping his pants.

You’re lightheaded from the most amazing orgasm of your entire life, gazing at the ceiling as static fills your brain in ocean waves of dumbified pleasure.

Then your mouth gapes open at the sight in front of you. Beautifully red pubes trail right over his giant hand, fisting the biggest cock you’ve seen.

“Ngh, t-too big,” you whimper.

“Oh, I’m shocked you can speak,” he laughs darkly.

“Barely,” you try to prop yourself up on your elbows, but it’s so difficult and you fall back down.

He laughs at you, humiliating you in his stare. “Such a weak kitten,” the demon mocks you in faux sympathy.

You feel as though you nutting just now made you so insanely tired.

“Just lay back, dollface, you’re giving daddy life energy as a snack. Gonna make you even prettier, so dumb you can’t even speak.”

Before you can protest, he’s spearing you with his cockhead, ripping a loud moan from your throat.

He’s merciless, as no god has shown him, a fallen angel, any mercy. So why should he, an incubus leeching off of your sexual energy, show any mercy to a cunt that’s all his and swallows him in just right.

He continues to sink into you, and your nails pay him back by digging into him now, in his meaty forearms.

Kid’s tongue darts out over his crimson lips.

“Keep,” he thrusts out slightly, admiring the way you grip him, “fucking,” he thrusts back in all the way, making you shriek, “taking it.” The pain is so much, too much, the stretch fucking burns at how large of a cock is intruding you, but he hammers into you without regards to your comfort or pleasure. He’s the one using you, fucking you like you’re his breathing flesh light, like you’re the one working for him though he’s the escort demon. Ramming in, threatening to fuck right into your cervix, overload. You’re clamping down, your walls are rejecting him. It makes him curse loudly at how hard it is for him to move, but he’s stronger than a mere human, so ever the sadist, Kid pumps in regardless.

The pain of his unrelenting, selfish thrusts starts to turn slowly into pleasure, and the fullness and overwhelming stretch feels delicious. Your mind turns dumb and you start to whine.

“M-more,” you moan, and he grabs your tit harshly, twisting your nipple painfully, making tears rush to your eyes. He does so to the other tit, then slaps them roughly. You whimper his name, back arching like an exorcism in progress. Except exiting you, this demon is not.

“Yeah? You need some more, you selfish brat?” He growls, pace deepening and quickening. “Don’t you worry, I’m not going anywhere, not until the sun is up.” His hips snap against yours, and his nails rake down your body to fold your thighs against your chest, his crushing weight pinning you to the bed. Your mattress hitting the wall. You struggle to catch the breath that’s knocked out of you in this position.

“Fucking look at me,” he suddenly jibes, and you obediently make eye contact with him. “Now don’t you dare fucking look away or quiet those pretty noises. I want to make you scream.”

He’s going at an inhuman speed, and so fucking deep in this mating press, and hits the spot that made you cum before. His balls slapping against your ass, making you scream.

“Eustass! Eustass! Please, please, please, yes, Nnnn! Please!” You beg him to keep going, as he growls, “fuck yes, beg, princess, beg for this fucking cock,” his thrusts getting sloppier as your cunt tightens around him. Your eyes roll back a little, as he’s fucking you dumb.

“Ah!!!” You yelp, as he roughly slaps your ass.

“What did I fucking tell you?” Eustass snarls, and you bite your lip, face flushed as he glowers at you.

“T-to, to uh, look at you,” you say dumbly, gasping for air.

“That’s a smart girl,” he rubs your clit, making you squirm, and he condescendingly coos down at you, “so why don’t you look at me as I wreck you, hmm?”

His body is so big, so hot, he’s so heavy and wide as your poor legs stretch to accommodate his wide shoulders while he opens you like a flower and pounds into you. He smells so fucking good, you think, and you want him to cum inside of you and claim you as his, and you struggle but do your best to keep looking into his wild eyes. He’s absolutely feral, so intimidating, and your body rocks at his severity so you grasp the base of his horns. A little moan leaves him, and if he wasn’t pressed up so close to you, flooding up all of your thoughts and walls and senses, it would have gone undetected.

A darkness takes over his eyes. “Now you’ve fucking done it,” his voice drops ever lower, and he pulls out. Flips you over onto your hands and knees, pulls your hips to face the ceiling, and bottoms back in in one thrust. The new angle has you screaming and moaning his name, “EU—fuck!!!!” You whimper loudly, and he pushes your head down into the covers.

“Yeah—this pussy—is all—fucking mine—you hear that?” he rumbles in between thrusts, slapping your ass again as he arches your back impossibly, balls slapping your cunt. You’re too dumb to understand what he’s saying and he knows that. Your slick is everywhere between the two of you and it’s making him absolutely drunk and feral.

You’re unable to speak real words, you’re babbling and you claw the sheets as he batters your insides over and over like a battering ram. Tears and drool are soaking the covers beneath you, as you moan while you let him use you. He kneads and slaps your ass again. “Look at me.” He reminds you harshly.

You weakly turn your head to look back at him, blubbering, and his pointy, evil grin sends a jolt straight to your core again.

“You’re my fucking pet, and any man you let have this,” he makes a slicing movement with his finger over his throat. “Got it?”

You’re so gorgeous, hair plastered to your forehead and all wild, face flushed and teary, eyelashes fluttering up at him, gasping, as you whimper, “y-yes, Eustass, I belong to you,” and his deep thrusts slow luxuriously.

“Good girl,” he grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up until your back meets his sweaty inferno of a chest. He rubs more circles on your puffy, abused clit and you squirm from the buzzing overstimulation of another impending orgasm. He eats up how you clench around him, and as your head spins dizzily from him still thrusting up into you deeply, he sinks his teeth into your right shoulder, claiming you.

You cry out weakly from the pain, and spasm around him like a voodoo victim and he lazily fucks you through your second orgasm, enjoying how you make a mess all over his hand.

“Oh, that’s so sexy,” he groans, lapping at the blood on your shoulder, as you squirt all over his arm, and his cock is absolutely drenched, dripping down to his balls. He moans and with a few more thrusts, stills. He fills you up with hot cum.

The giant incubus turns you both around, you still out of breath, dumb, on his cock. “Look here.” He says, like Virgil from Dante’s Inferno showing the writer the lustful circle of hell.

You peer at your reflection in the mirror. You, so fucked out, almost unrecognizable, crying, glowing, lips plump from biting them. A huge bite mark on your shoulder. Bruised hips. Both of you scratched up with a little bit of blood. Legs shaking as you’re sitting pretty on his cock, a bulge evident in your tummy. His huge hands encircling you, him, possessively overshadowing you. He’s so much bigger than you, his width eclipsing you in the reflection.

You lean your head back tiredly. He whispers lowly into your ear. “ ‘M only just getting started with you, but look at how pretty you are as my pet, yeah? This is what I’m gonna see every single night, aren’t you excited?”

You tiredly turn your head to smoosh into his pillowy chest, his smell overpowering your senses, and you look up to him. “This is all I need,” you whisper back.

He sets you down on wobbly legs and holds you up a little. He cups your jaw in his giant hand, and the white of his canines shines. His lipstick is slightly smeared. He looks gorgeous, sinister, a glowing star of red, black, amber, and pale skin.

Then he kisses you, in a way that’s startlingly soft and passionate, in his ferocious way because Eustass is, well, Eustass. He pulls away, eyes glittering darkly.

“That’s the right response, darling.”

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TO BE CONTINUED 🏴‍☠️ -> part 2!

#[✏️] speaking in tongues #demon papí draws #eustass kid smut #eustass kid x fem reader #eustass kid x reader #one piece x female reader #one piece smut #op smut #zoro smut #sanji smut #law smut #ace smut #Luffy smut

[bubuslutty]

Omg single dad Price?? Cliche as hell but hits all the right spots when ovulating hahah

omd thank you so much for this ask anon!

I've had so much writing abt single dad price! I hope I delivered 💙

cod mw2 masterlist

word count: 2.1k

tags: fem!reader, she/her, no descriptions of physical appearance, poc friendly, sfw

warning: none.

a/n: I wrote this on my periods and by God do I want this man so horribly bad. my mind is infested with filth when I think abt him but I also want to write fluffy things for him :((

okay so single dad price au

first of all, in my head, for some unknown reason, he'd have 2 boys, maybe twins and 1 little girl, the youngest. I see them as all being under 10 years old.

maybe you first met through one of his friends, Johnny maybe, who decided to invite you to travel down to Price's place all the way from Glasgow for some sightseeing and touristy stuff, or going to a festival or going to a show to see one of your favorite bands.

You knew Price, heard of him a couple of times but never met him face to face. and lo and behold when you do, your heart does a little flip and a giggle comes out of your mouth when he introduces himself and sticks his hand out, smiling down at you.

I SORRY BUT I'M WHIPPED FOR THIS MAN-

luckily he doesn't mind the giggle and his smile just becomes even bigger, because it's evident you're happy to be there, happy to meet him. and if Johnny likes you, Price is bound to like you as well.

And he does like you, easily swapping jokes and laughing together with Johnny. He gets comfortable pretty quickly with you, he leans forward and nods to whatever you say, seemingly captivated by your whole aura. After a whole pint of beer, he unbuttons two more buttons of his short-sleeved shirt. It was already hot outside, so maybe he wanted to cool down but his eyes say otherwise.

John is fucking massive, that you can tell by his body, even tho Johnny tells you he's a busy dad of 3 children, he somehow still manages to still go to the gym. He has both muscles with a healthy layer of fat on them, and you can appreciate a big man with a soft tummy but with the strength of a bull.

You've seen pictures of John before, shown to you by Johnny on multiple occasions. And his back still haunts your dreams. In a good way. He had such a huge back that you wanted to just climb it and cling to it.

And that man had huge arms and veiny hands with blond hairs on them, and a nice full beard on his face and fluffy hair with the warmest eyes you've seen. And the absolute unit of shoulders to waist ratio ever. And to top it off that man has WICKED hips, thighs and ass.

He mentions his kids once or twice over some drinks and yorkshire pudding burritos. And you sit up, interested and curious. You ask about their ages, names and because he's such a dad, he obviously has to show you his wallpaper of his boys and girl.

You lean closer to look at them, and they're so cute, with blond hair just like him, his boys have brown eyes while his little girl has blue ones. And they're genuinely adorable that you Aww at every picture he shows you.

This leads to Johnny telling you anecdotes from when they were little, like nappies little, and how one of his sons peed on him in the middle of changing his nappies once.

It's all fun and games until Johnny frowns down at his phone when he receives a message and he excuses himself, telling you and John how he has a thing to take care of, so he's leaving you two together to have some fun, and for John to take advantage of his child-free time.

Johnny leaves after giving you a tight hug and a wink, walking out of the nice pub John frequents.

"So… What's your favourite colour?" You asked, biting your lower lip and staring at John through your eyelashes.

And he seemed taken back by your question, "My favourite colour?"

"Yeah," You nodded, feeling a bit anxious for asking such a silly question, but you really wanted to get to know him, starting by asking him innocent questions and analyzing his reactions to them.

"Blue. What about you?" He answered with a shrug and a small smile.

"Me too! It's also my favourite colour!" You gasped, excited.

John chuckled at your excitement, taking a swing of his beer while you toyed with your phone like a fidget toy.

"I don't remember anyone ever asking me about my favourite colour, except my kids of course, and that one face paint artist at school fairs." John said and you giggled again.

"What did you get painted on?" You asked, grinning from ear to ear.

"Sonic the hedgehog." He sighed and you started laughing, eyes watering and shoulders shaking, even snorting once and slapping a hand to your mouth, eyes wide and cheeks hot.

John doesn't think twice before prying your hand away from your face, "Don't. A snort isn't going to chase me away."

"And uhm, I know why we're here, really here. Johnny isn't as subtle as he thinks he is." John confessed and looked away from your face, as if embarrassed.

"It's alright if you don't want to get together or anything, we could forget this ever happened, John." You said, placing a hand on top of his and leaning closer to look at his face better.

He looked at you as soon as those words left your mouth, "I didn't say anything about not wanting to get together-"

"Really?"

John sighed and grabbed and squeezed your hand, running his other hand through his beard, "Listen, you're absolutely lovely, charming and as beautiful as Johnny claims you to be. I do want to get to know you better, It's just– I'm not really someone you easily date."

You smiled, "You're a package deal."

"Excuse me?"

"Buy one, get three free." You said, watching the absolute giant of man look at you all worried as if there was something wrong with him.

John was stunned, looking at you as if you grew an extra head.

"What? You thought I'd agree to meet and flirt with you, knowing I won't get with a single parent?" You said, scooting closer to him, resting your chin on your palm and looking at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I don't know if this is of any help, but I'm the oldest of 4 children, and my youngest sibling is 15 years younger than me. So little kids don't scare me, trust me." You said, puffing your chest as if you were a decorated soldier with veteran experience in taking care of little shits.

John cracked a small smile, "I'm sure you're a great older sister."

"I try my best." You humbly said, bowing your head and John chuckled again.

"So, how about we go for a walk and you can tell me all about your workout routine, you can't be the only one looking like a much hotter version of Superman." You said and John all but agreed.

And you do go for a walk, and chat about everything and anything. and you have so much fun that John forgets what time it is for a bit and gets surprised when his alarm rings and he has to go pick up his kids from school.

You say bye to each other and he says how he's going to invite you and Johnny over for a hangout with his other guys back at his place.

So you do go, you keep meeting him, and you eventually meet his kids, and they're lovely, polite and wary of you at first, because they're still very young and are children to parents who don't like or love each other like most parents do.

So you try your best to approach them in the best way possible, and decide to tell them nothing but the truth and talk to them like you'd talk to adults.

So when you start seeing their dad, he tells them one night over dinner, just the, and you also confirm it to them when you get invited over, "I like your father.

And his boys look up from their legos and his little girl stops flying a dinosaur in the air right before she crashes it on a city made out of blocks and barbie dolls.

"We know." The twins say at the same time and they shrug, resuming their play.

"Dinosaur?" The little girl hands you another dinosaur, and you nod, and take it from her little hand.

"Dinosaur." You repeat and you watch her dive the dinosaur's head to a barbie's head and act like he was eating the barbie, so you did the same thing, with added sound effects.

You don't expect the children to call you mum, you aren't overly friendly with them or force your friendship on them. You give them space, time and respect. And John seems to be incredibly grateful for it, even if he doesn't comment on it, but his eyes and smiles say enough.

Things slowly evolve, and the children start asking for you when you're not around.

"Dad, where's your friend?" One of his boys asked him on the way to get ice cream after school.

"You mean dad's girlfriend." The other twin corrects his brother.

"Are you boyfriend girlfriend?" His little girl asks.

"She's busy with work at the moment, and we're not dating, not yet, at least." John says.

"Not yet?"

"Why?"

"But we saw you kiss in the kitchen!"

"Please be boyfriend girlfriend! She's nice and she's better at helping us with homework than you!"

So John is now stuck in his car, being roasted by his children on their way to get ice-cream, and he shuts them up when he tells them they won't officially date until all of them like you.

Which they obviously already do and they agree very quickly.

So Price takes you out on a date, to officially ask you out, with his children as some sort of witnesses and official welcome to their family.

They're in a nice italian restaurant, nothing too fancy, and he's wearing a light blue button up with a pair of slacks that do more than justice to his legs and hips. And he looks so so nice, hair brushed back and beard trimmed and oiled up, and he has a watch on his wrist and a bracelet his little girl made him on the other hand.

His little boys are wearing button up shirts in different colours and slacks, and his little girl is wearing a blue dress with a dinosaur pin on her hair, keeping her curls away from her face. And as soon as you show up, her face lights up and she excitedly shows you her dress, spinning around, and telling you that's "It's blue! Like your favourite colour! Like dad's favourite colour!" And she also shows you the dinosaur hairpin and you all but melt and tell her how pretty she looks, and how handsome his boys look.

"You also look very handsome." You smile at John and he blushes a bit, taking your hands in his while his children watch with wide curious eyes.

"And you look very beautiful, darling." He says and you bat your eyelashes at him, "Thank you."

He kisses the back of your hands and he pulls your chair out for you to sit, and you grin and sit down. And then the children all start talking at the same time, about what they'd like to order and what you should try and what they think you'd like, so obviously they have been here before and it's a family favourite.

John tells his little gremlins to calm down and you guys start by ordering drinks and some breadsticks, then he actually has a whole speech prepared about how he's been very happy with you and would love for you to officially join their family.

And while he's saying his speech, his eyes never leaving yours, you don't notice one of his boys holding a small piece of paper under the table and nodding along to his dad's words, and the other twin holding a up thumbs up to show that John is saying everything he's written down.

While John’s little girl somehow pulled a small dinosaur toy out of nowhere and is making it sit on the table and watch you both.

"I'd love to be your girlfriend, and join your family, John." You say when John's done and his children all cheer at the same time, making some people from other tables glance at you.

"Congratulations." The twins say at the time, shaking your hand and their father's in quite a formal manner, making you giggle, "Thank you, gentlemen."

"Can we eat now?" John's little girl asks, and nobody asks why she had shoved tissue inside her dinosaur's mouth, probably mimicking feeding it.

John laughs and nods, "Yes, we can."

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[lovelynim]

Celebrations

Vtubers - Shxtou x Reader

A/N: MY BABY BOYYYYY- It took me a while to come up with something, but I feel like I did a good job even if i struggled to write this heheh

I'm a little late on the celebrations posts, bUT HERE I AM

Anyway, I doubt this will ever reach him, but congrats on your new milestone, Shxtou! Us, the guildies, are more than happy to see you growing like this!

Summary: You decide to do something to celebrate Shoto's new milestone!

Word count: 1116 words

Sitting on your couch, you scrolled through your social media feed, ignoring one post after the other. In the meantime, you could hear Shoto working on something in the other room. Every once in a while some different noise would catch your attention, making you take your eyes away from your cell phone and pay some extra attention to the sounds, wondering what he could be doing.

But, apart from that, the only plan for the rest of the day was to mind your own business. Or, at least you thought so, until that happened. As you jumped from one post to the other, one in particular caught your attention.

A short, but well animated, video posted by no one else other than Shoto himself. The description didn’t say much, but the message at the end of that video was pretty clear. Your eyes sparked up with excitement, feeling how your heart was beating faster than before.

You jumped from the couch, almost tripping over something on your way, running across the house before you could even recover your balance. You rushed through the hallway, almost missing your destination when your socks made you slide on the wood floor once you stopped running.

Sliding his bedroom’s door, making a stupidly loud sound, you squealed out of pure hype when you saw him. Shoto jumped in his place, getting startled at the sudden slam, turning his head to your direction and calming down when he noticed it was you.

“1 million subs?!”

“Y-yeh, hahah,” he shyly smiled, “we had a countdown live yesterday and I thought it would be nice to post something today as well.”

“Oh, I remember seeing something like that. Sorry, I couldn’t watch it live-”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I know you’ve been busy too, heh,” his smile grew a little when you walked in his direction. He knew what you were going to do and stood up.

Without saying another word, you wrapped your arms around him, feeling how he pulled you into his embrace as well. You could hear his heartbeats when you pressed your head into his chest.

“I’m so proud of you, Shoto… It’s so good to see you growing like this.”

“Thank you,” he whispered back, holding you close.

For a few seconds, it was like the world around you two stopped moving. Silence would’ve filled the room if it wasn’t for Shoto’s breath suddenly hinching before he let out what could only be described as a quiet chuckle.

You lifted your head and stared at him, your curiosity. “Shoto?”

“Y-yeah?” He said, a slight nervous smile forming on his face as a giggle seemed to be stuck on his throat. It didn’t take you long to do the math and notice what was going on. You didn’t say anything else - and there was no need to.

He widened his eyes, realizing what was about to happen, and opened his mouth to protest, but it was already too late. To be fair, it wasn’t like anything he said would change your mind. You grinned at him, tightening your hug around him before starting to nuzzle your face against his neck.

“W-wahahit!” He laughed, trying to scrunch up his shoulders, “y-yohohour hair! Ahahah, i-it tihihickles!” Shoto cried out, trying to lean his head to the side to cover the small space being tickled.

But it was far from enough to stop you. With him trapped in your hug, the demon slayer couldn’t do much but fill the bedroom with his adorable squeals and giggles. Shoto tried turning around to twist away from your tickles, but you refused to let go of him so easily.

“I’m so, sooo proud of you, Shoto,” you cooed, covering the back of his neck with ticklish kisses, making him whine through his laughter.

“AHAhaha, o-ohohok!! I gehehet it- ahAHAha, stop ihihit!” He chuckled, trying to reach for your head with one of his hands and pry you off his skin. His plan, however, backfired in a matter of seconds as you loosen up your hug and moved your hands down, tickling his sides and stomach.

That, alone, was enough to make his laughter rise an octave. “Ehh… but I don’t want to, Shoto ~ I’m really happy about your milestone, you know ~” you continued to talk into his ear while squeezing his waist.

He was slowly losing control over his own balance, trying to bend over and curl up to protect himself against the tickling on his middle and move his head away from the tickly kisses on his neck. Yet, there was no risk of him falling on the floor, after all, you made sure to hold him tightly, granting he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“PleheEHEhease!!” He laughed, his voice cracking as a renewed stream of giggles poured down from his lips when you tickled the spot below his navel. “No mohohore!! ~”

“You are so cute, Shoto ~” you teased him, giving his neck a break only to blow some air into his ear, earning a high pitched squeal as it seemed he was going to melt into your arms at any given moment.

“I cahAHahan’t!! AHAhahah, t-too muhuhuch!” He cackled in mirth when pinched his sides, sending waves of ticklishness all over his body. You smiled at his pleas, the mischievous facade slowly faded away along with your tickling, slowing down bit by bit until what was left was a blushing demon slayer leaning into your arms while trying to catch his breath.

“Alright alright…” you muttered into his ear, smiling as you moved your hands up and wrapped your arms around his chest, pulling him back into an actual hug. “But we still need to do something to celebrate your milestone, Shoto ~”

“A-aha… yeah, w-we should…” He wheezed, managing to get back into his own feet, but still not moving away from your arms. Shoto looked over his shoulder, trying to give you a glance. “Why don’t… we go out for dinner, then?"

“Oh, that sounds good! We could go t-”

“Your treat.” He interrupted you, grinning. Once he saw the change in your expression, he braced himself and tried to prepare for a new ticklish assault, but… it didn’t happen.

“Fine, just this time,” you said, letting go of him so you could look at him face to face. You pinched his cheek, smiling, “you deserve it, Shoto.”

“Heheh,” he nodded, “I’ll get changed, wait for me outside.”

“Alright, let me know when you are ready,” you said, leaving his bedroom and going back to yours to change your clothes as well. That was just the start of your celebrations, after all, you don’t get to a new milestone everyday, right? ~

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[ygodmyy20]

So I'm still obsessed with spirit designs for mob psycho 100 characters. It has not ended...SO come along with me as I continue on this adventure.

I wrote out my initial thoughts here: https://www.tumblr.com/ygodmyy20/739079912539996160/this-week-is-hard-mode-emotionally-so-were-gonna?source=share

And you can see the cute chibi versions of Teru and Shigeo here https://www.tumblr.com/ygodmyy20/739362691235315712/spirit-cuddles?source=share

Below the cut are closeups and more of my descriptions!

Shigeo

The most defined out of all the designs as if you look at my initial post, I take a lot of inspiration from @sodasexual but I diverged a bit in some things I liked more like the design of his tail and feet

I like the idea that his whole body is just a galaxy of ever changing stars. He and Ritsu have aquatic qualities to them but you can see Ritsu is MUCH more...well, fish like haha Shigeo is this mixture of aquatic and kinda cat-like. I like his hair being like ???% hair. Where it is a little wavy.

He has fins coming off his body that come off at different spots. Still figuring them out. But the direction I want to go in is they are kinda like axolotl fins.

When he gets upset his color changes to a deep purple and blue and when he is happy it is a bright pink. It is similar to how I imagine his aura reacts to his emotions. If he is VERY upset he will be black, with only specks of red, and you barely will be able to see the white of his eyes. Very very similar to ???%

When Shigeo gains more power (similar to Teru) his form grows and changes. I haven’t gotten the details in my head quite yet but more appendages, larger body, more fins, his “hair” grows and changes. As we fondly say he looks a touch more eldritch in nature. His increased power form may look slightly more terrifying but he’s the same old lil guy, just in a massive spirit form.

(Also does Teru love Shigeos spirit form even when it’s eldritch and full of stars and galaxies and black holes? Um yes of course hahah he adores it. Also yes we terumob here not sure if that was….clear hahaha now it is)

Teru

Teru is my beautiful feathery seraphim!

look at his lil face!!

Teru's form can grown into a much more biblical-looking angel if he gains power, but his default is this light and nimble feathered spirit. Lots of his design takes from the elemental look of fire. In future I want lightening to make more of an appearance but I am just sticking with fire for now.

Teru is covered in feathers, and has at least 3 pairs of large ones down his back. He also has two little tufts where his ears would be. His color is also ever changing. He can blend from oranges to yellows to whites and even turquoise and purples. But his base color is oranges and yellows.

(And yes Shigeo also loves Terus spirit form, when he finally saw it for the first time he knew it was perfect!)

Ritsu

So far Ritsu matches a lot of Shigeo's general look and feel but he is more green in color, like an ocean, and he has a sharpness to him around his form. His tail is dark and sharp, and his entire body when upset will bristle and become sharp like a cactus.

Ritsu is not all sharp though. His hair is wavy kinda like seaweed. Taking his current longer hair in canon and just making it longer and more wavvy.

So yeah. That's where I have gotten to!! Thanks for joining me on this fun journey. I'll keep playing with these spirit designs and evolving them - you haven't seen the last of 'em!

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[moonbyunniee]

hii could i get some headcanons for childe, zhongli and kaeya with an s/o who’s love language is physical touch? (both giving & receiving)

thank you in advance !! <3 ✨

hold me close, hold you close (i'll never let go)

description ➵ genshin characters with physical touch as their love language (giving + receiving)

characters ➵ childe, zhongli, kaeya

cw ➵ fluff

a/n ➵ ooh cutecute idea my lovely <3 okay let's try and make this as non-suggestive as possible >:) enjoy!!

childe - 达达利亚 ➵

giving

childe, being the playful young man we all know him as, doesn't hesitate for a second to tease you with his touch

he'll rest his hand around your shoulders like he would his closest friend

and rub his hand in circles on your back, softly massaging you

although he's rough with his enemies, childe always goes into soft mode with you

he's very proud of you, and is a sucker for pda

this man will not miss a single opportunity to hold your hand or circle his arm around your waist, pulling you close to him

childe always giving you physical attention is partly because of his protective instincts, and partly because he craves your touch as well

"y/n, you really are adorable, huh...oh? you want cuddles? sure, why not...heheh..."

receiving

childe, as mentioned before, is a sucker for pda

especially since he hasn't seen you in a while, for example if he's been to see his family for a while or had an important ~work thing~

he'll want your touch, he'll crave your touch more than anything

childe is always on the lookout for the right time to sidle up close to you and rest his head on your shoulder

or rest your shoulder on his, it's all the same to him

give this man a head pat or a soft kiss, he'll want more and more

"y/nn...c'mere, i haven't gotten a head pat in so long..."

zhongli - 钟离 ➵

giving

the lord of geo himself is quite the gentleman

zhongli loves holding your hand especially

just imagine zhongli holding the door open for you, and offering you his hand to stand up

holding hands seems like a basic action, but zhongli has his own ways of making it feel like magic

he'll hold your hand gently but firmly, in a way that's hard to explain

zhongli will rub your hand, massaging it with his thumb as he holds it

he's so polite he'll literally apologise profusely if he needs to let go of your hand to do something

other than that, zhongli is kinda awkward around physical touch

he won't know how much is enough, and how much would make you feel uncomfortable

"y/n dear, is it alright if i just...hold your hand?"

receiving

i can't really imagine zhongli being the type to enjoy receiving physical affection as his main form of love

but he would at least enjoy taking your hand gently

and resting it on his thigh

or allowing you to rest your head on his shoulder as he runs his fingers through your hair

this man

is definitely the big spoon

or he at least prefers being the big spoon over little spoon

zhongli also loves letting you comb through his hair, as it sends literal shivers down his spine

"y-y/n...please don't stop...my hair needs a little more extra brushing..."

kaeya - 凯亚➵

giving

kaeya is physical affection

the literal epitome of pda

like childe, kaeya is really into showing you off in his own ways

the stuff he does is pretty non-pg sometimes, especially in public, i'm gonna have to leave that up to your imagination this has to be sfw ;)

he likes to tease you about everything and anything, and don't think he's gonna stop the teasing at physical affection bc he most certainly doesn't

he'll let his arms encircle your waist

letting his fingers roam around everywhere

he loves watching you squirm (in a good way) and also has the ability of stopping things right before you get uncomfortable

he's also a snuggles kinda guy, and will absolutely crave cuddle sessions where you get to rest your head on his chest, no space between the two of you

"hahah~, y/n, y/n, y/n...look who's all hot and flustered, hmm?"

receiving

the tables have turned >:)

even if your love language is physical affection, he'll literally melt if you so much as snuggle into him

he loves it when you run your fingers through his dark blue hair

and will absolutely whinge like a little child if you stop for so much as a second

he's not so cocky and wisecracking once you have the power in your hands, if you know what i mean

strange how giving kaeya a taste of his own medicine immediately makes him soft, huh ;)

he'll become pretty affectionate and kinda clingy ngl

probably bc of his past

bonus headcanon, he definitely mumbles in his sleep or when he's about to drift off

"y/n...i love you so much...just keep...hugging me...please...don't...let...go..."

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[katyspersonal]

I am kinda interested, what is Sulyvahn exactly? Is he supposed to be a tree? I checked out the design of many bosses and it does seem that having tree elements in his design isn't unique as there many characters who have these elements as well (demons,humans,giants etc..) , also his wings look very similar to the wings of the "angels" we see in lothric.

I am pretty sure that with whatever turmoil the developers faced upon creating this character and deciding what he'd be, in the end they've settled for him being either a half-tree or a quarter-tree! Also look at these images:

( x ) Ok sorry if I had to see it then so did you fdhjfhdssfd

Okay the thing about him, he was born in the Painted World, which would make him either a Tree Person or a Crow Person! He doesn't show any corvid features, and as for the wings, Tree People do have them anyways:

His mother likely was Tree Person!

( x ) The dialogue directly referencing this is a cut content, of course, but it is one of those moments where Fromsoft cuts something without actually cutting it!

There is this particular Tree Woman who guards one of his youth spells, who is also heard crying before you approach her! As for why I'd mention he could be '25% tree' and not just a Tree Person, I will just quote what @val-of-the-north already said on the potential of Gilligan being his father:

As for Gilligan, it's probably to mention it as a jokey what-if lmao. People aren't ready for the truth. The gist of it though, is that in the area with that angry tree woman, there's a hidden, comically long wooden ladder that only appears when you defeat all the tree women in the area. Stupidly long ladders are the dude's staple, so the theory goes that it was Gilligan's way to come down, meet his family, and leave. Suly's mother would then hide the ladder so no one could use it. Of course, her son would one day discover the illusion and leave, dissatisfied with the Painted World, and her mother never saw him again

It's also worth pointing out that you can find Gilligan in the game itself, though he isn't exactly in a living state. He is found in the Profaned Capital surrounded by his wooden ladders. Suly has also been there as part of his rise to power so there's a second connection lol. Interestingly enough, his spell descriptions mention he "had not yet experienced loss", which might imply he did experience it in the future. It could have been losing his dad

So yeah, it might sound like a shitpost but like.. Where is the evidence against this idea? fdsjfjhds So if he had a Tree Person mother (who is 50% tree) and a human father, that'd make him 25% tree. AND it works with how as you can see from his model, he IS notably more humanoid than an average Tree Person! Nonetheless, still absurdly tall hahah

Personally, I think he doesn't have a face, either 🤔 It looks like it's not a mask, but his head and "face" is JUST like this, featureless. We were not supposed to see him 'naked' by normal means in the game, of course, but Fromsoft is notorious for putting too much effort into something only like, 3 dataminers on Earth will appreciate xd They bothered to model him this way under his clothes, so I just take it as legit! Nor I think that he somehow 'lost' his normal face later on.. though this IS a good question as to why his wings are considerably bigger than average Tree Person's ones, so I'll think about it later,

#ask replies #dark souls #dark souls 2 #pontiff sulyvahn #dark souls 3 headcanons #dark souls 3 references #screenshots #also if you were in Gilligan's place you'd do the same don't lie lmao fsdhfhdshfddfd

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

1, 3 and 7 with Discworld?

Hahah that's so vague! So I'm going for overarching stuff, as much as possible. Rather than character specific.

1. Canon I outright reject

Moist von Lipwig is not tall. I refuse to accept that. He should be average in all things: facial features, coluring, height. Deeply, deeply average. Mediocre, even. Nothing to write home about. You wouldn't notice him.

Because that's the point.

Oh - I refuse to accept that the merchant's guild was a relatively new creation (as per the timeline of the series). Ankh-Morpork is a fundamentally mercantile society - it makes no sense for it to be so recent an establishment.

Therefore, I reject TP's world building on that front because it doesn't fit the world itself.

3. Obscure headcanon

Not sure if it's truely obcure, but obviously I head canon Madam as Vetinari's mother rather than aunt. They just fudged things to ensure in the eyes of Polite Society he had ""Proper Parentage"" and wasn't the offspring of a sex worker and one of her favoured johns.

7. Age/height/weight headcanon

I'm not sure! Most people fit with their descriptions pretty well so I've not augmented much in my headcanons. I've just drawn things perhaps a little firmer?

I know fandom prettifies people, so I tend to try and make sure Vetinari isn't described as this handsome man but rather weird looking and Beauty is Very Much In the Eye of the Beholder with him.

I also like characters to have a bit of weight on them. Downey is in his fifties - people put weight on with age, for the most part. He's not going to be a svelte twenty year old. Same for Vetinari - he's in his fifties and he's less mobile than previously due to the gunshot wound. He's going to be carrying more weight in the paunch than when he was young. Ditto for Vimes and Boggis and Sybil and all others of a Certain Age.

I just like these people to have aging, changing bodies. It's important that their skin hangs a little loose, that there are squishy bits that weren't like that when they were twenty-five or thirty, that there's weight on hips/thighs/stomach/arms, that there are wrinkles and lines and skin pores and random black hairs that show up overnight and all that stuff that is part of the beauty and grace of aging.

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[kidsinsaturn]

uchiha dick headcanons

[🗼] just my general dick hc because I'm feral,,, btw I'm kind of using this image as a ref if you want to take a look at it but it won't be used as much

characters: obito uchiha; shisui uchiha; sasuke uchiha

genre: nsfw

warning: none, just dicks; breeding kink

part 2

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-baby boy obito has one nice long cock thanks to his thick physique aaaa

-his length is approximately 7.8 just hitting 8 inches

-the girth is just as magical, very similar to a small fist, it makes you very full with just its head

-speaking of his shaft, it's nice and round, it's a shady pink tone and swells when you touch it too much

-he doesn't really have to move a lot because his cock is so filling you are at least getting an orgasm when obito is whole inside you

-it is very slightly curved to his left and has a little scarring on his balls, WHICH are big and heavy because uhh uchiha breeding kink

-has a considerable amount of pubic hair because hello ??? remember how much his hair grew when he was a caveman. he has to trim it constantly

-following the image I put in the description, I would say number 4 is what I kind of have in mind

-a beautiful dick which will definitely leave you sore the next but you are addicted to it

-shisui baby boy is hung

-cock very similar to obito's,,, pretty, big, and definitely thick aaaa

-his cock is the thickest amongst the uchiha, it is the size of a coke can at least idk

-it's not veryyy long, but his girth is making up for that, I'd say 7 inches, but that thicknessss aaa

-he has the nicest shaft because it's as big if not a slightly bigger than the rest of his penis, and his dick is the same color as his skin tone, just slightly darker at the top

-doesn't grow a lot of hair around it, but it does in his belly area ?? like below his belly botton, he looks so hot in low waist pants

-when it's fully erected, his cock is straight, and he has some prominent veins running there, just as number 11 in the image attached above

-he appreciates you so much when you are blowing him because he knows his pp may be too fat so if you do it, he falls for you 2x harder

-another magical uchiha cock with heavy balls that are ready to explode hahj and since shisui loves overstimulation, my godd you are definitely not walking the next day ihhhh

-when sasuke hit puberty, his body was changing a lot, so by the time he was a young adult, with the large stature, his dick must be as nice

-not very thick but looong, so maybe 7.3 inches that are reaching all the right places

-when it is asleep (lmaoo) it looks kind of small,, but it changes when it's fully erected looks very nice pretty dick

-I don't think he has a lot of pubic hair but prefers to have it all well trimmed he then feels dirty

-it has a pinky shade not only in the top but also along his length

-he has those kind of heads that are just pretty idk how to describe it, similar to number 7 in the image attached above

-he has the biggest balls in the clan hahah I mean his desire to rebuild his clan made his balls look like that (what in the Bible am I saying I'm so sorry)

-sasuke is very agile and flexible so he angles his hips just right so he can make you cry <2

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[viennacherries]

Hello! Since my main acc has been shadowbanned, I dug up this one only to tell you how marvellous your writing is. I haven't read all of your Rolan/Tav pieces yet, but oh my god, you are my favourite Rolan/Tav writer. You portray him and Tav so well, my heart beats faster every time. I am so lucky to have found you. Holy Rolan Empire is so lucky to have you! If your imposter syndrome ever shows up again, tell them to shut up because what you are doing is drop dead gorgeous, and beautiful, and wonderful, and remarkable... :D Thank you for sharing your talent with us. That moment with the flower in 'Kiss the Cook' almost made me cry. Can't wait to read more, please don't stop <3 P.S. Is it possible to see your druid Tav, or your other Tavs?

THIS IS THE SWEETEST EVER OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU. i'm working on a few new bits but ive had like no time i promise there's more coming <333

yes i would love to show you my tavs <3 just a note that i dont play with any mods so theyre all vanilla hahah. pics and brief descriptions are below the cut, if you want more details like their backstory or their stats etc lmk!!! i love talking about them <333

this was my first tav, raelia!!! she's a high elf wild magic sorceress and she romanced halsin. she's chaotic good.

this is fern!! she was my second tav, she's a wood elf druid. she's my fav but don't tell the others that. she romanced gale and she's lawful good.

this is nocturna, she's a joint tav my partner and i made because cross platform doesn't exist yet. she's a lolth sworn rogue. we haven't done much with her yet, so far she's true neutral but knowing my partner she'll end up chaotic evil.

finally this is zarra! she's a lolth sworn fighter and she's my dark urge. she's very new so i haven't made much progress with her yet. she's neutral evil but perhaps that will change throughout her journey who knows.

#cher chats #my tav

[thatgryffindorgirl16]

Review: MANACLED by Sen Lin Yu @senlinyuwrites

Published: 2018-04-27 Completed: 2019-08-19 Words: 370,515 Chapters: 77/77

𐌌𐌀𐌍𐌀𐌂𐌋𐌄𐌃 Swipe for the summary, my personal favorite quote, and review. 🌹 Manacled is the first Dramione fanfic I ever read. Initially, I had doubts reading this masterpiece should be the first Fic I should read. At the end of the day, I did not regret anything.

"ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɴᴀᴄʟᴇᴅ" REVIEW:

Phenomenal, this book changed me I can truly say. Everything was so well written from the gruesome details of every injury, the healing process, and also the character build-up. Ms. Sen was so true in giving us the feels in this Fic, every chapter was so unpredictable. Honestly, I had to occlude bring my walls up for every climax because I knew that it would hurt me if something wrong happened and for the first time reading it I think I regretted it but I can always read it again. Even with the description of every spell and every occlumency and Leigillemence I could feel it throughout my body as well as every ache of her body and her mind collapsing because of her anxiety, I felt so sorry for Hermione but I know she would always be that Gryffindor girl we all know she is. I’m so proud of her for holding it for that long. I desperately need Draco's POV on this, because I can’t imagine how broken he was I want to know how he coped and how the heart of Iris had an effect on him

The Flashback had moments were I was so pissed off but Oxford Draco will forever live in my head rent-free, and he will forever be my comfort character. The first few chapters were so hard to push through, so hard, so gruesome but once you’re in you’re in for the long run. I was prepping myself for a painful ending. Flashback was a chef’s kiss. I also love how I can pinpoint the subtle homage to the original J.K. Rowling books.

The Ending was so emotional. They both deserve everything. I understand Draco’s place, he didn’t have anything planned so it was a bit overwhelming. Ms. Aurore was a mini Draco, she might look like Hermione but she was Draco throughout. I love how Ms. Sen just portrayed every character properly and gave enough time to build each one up.

Daddy Draco will have a place in my heart he deserves to be a girl dad, he is an awesome girl dad. Ms. Ginerva Potter, you go girl! I just wish we had more fanart of James and Aurore. I wish James good luck, if only he knew how Draco and his father were before hahah I will pray for him.

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ENGLISH: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14454174/chapters/33390198

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[copperbadge]

I love how much more of Buck we get in the finished version, and it's always fun to see what minor edits get made between AO3 and ebook, but "the book’s cover, which said Brotherhood and had a picture of two men holding lightsabers, who looked like they were possibly sharing a single brain cell between them." had me laughing so hard one of my coworkers thought I'd choked on my lunch!

Hahah, man I wish I could take credit for that but that description comes from my Eurovision alpha reader, Cat, who is also a Star Wars fan. She pointed out to me that Brotherhood was canonically released very close to Eurovision, and I knew that as a stealth Star Wars nerd Alanna would undoubtedly be interested. But then she pointed me at the cover during later edits and was like "These two idiots sharing a single brain cell" and I LOLed and stole it. Al already canonically had a thing for Prequel Obi-Wan.

Alanna's passion for Star Wars is one of my favorite mostly-unexplored character attributes of anyone in any of the books. I don't think there's even anywhere for that particular quirk of hers to go, I just love that she's an extremely competent, polished, responsible, accomplished woman with an MBA and a whole closet of conservative sheath dresses and also she has a well-curated collection of Star Wars fanfic on her hard drive. It's like when I found out my boss loves pro wrestling. It's not even humanizing, it's endearing, to find someone you think of as a "real" grownup loves something nerdy.

#shivadhverse #alanna daskaz #thearubigin

[gojonanami]

Dearest Sab,

As someone who currently studies English literature, I am absolutely, wholeheartedly and utterly obsessed with 'The Ethics of Relationships'!

It is such a good series! It's probably one of the best, if not the best, series that I've ever read on Tumblr.

I actually really enjoyed this chapter. I think it really responded well to the previous chapters, and it worked really well as a set-up for the final instalment.

As I am writing now and reflecting upon your work, which I read for the first time yesterday, the first scenes that spring to mind are Suguru's scene of self-reflection and Reader's dream of having an engagement party. 

Personally, I am a huge fan of how you write Suguru in general, and I adore and cherish your Professor Geto, and I just really appreciated how you tackled Suguru's mental deliberation. I thought it was relatable, true to Suguru's character, and just really interesting to read.

As for the engagement party scene, I think I was so surprised to read it that when I read it, I just let out a small little gasp, and a little small 'oh no', and it was just so sad because it just hinted at the potential of what could have been. (I am so happy that the ending is going to be a happy one for them!) I think the dream motif worked really well here, and I love how it echoes and responds to previous parts while being harmonious, cool and insightful. 

I adore your writing style. I really do. I love that your writing strikes the balance of being clean and slick, and descriptive and evocative. I love that your writing reads as though it's been edited, well thought-through, and I love how it's paced. I think you're really, really talented. 

This series is a true joy to read, and I always get really excited whenever I see updates regarding this series! I'm really excited to read chapter six!

hi bb 🥹 — this was very kind especially from a fellow lit major!! I was a lit major in college too!! that is very sweet 💕😭 feels like very high praise I feel undeserving of but I appreciate it so so much 🫣🫶😭

I’m so glad you enjoyed the part — it really was set up for the next part and I really feel like parts 2 and 5 very much served as set up for the next part that they followed but were very necessary nonetheless

It truly makes me so warm when someone says I write suguru well because in an AU, I still want the essence of the character to be there and for you to say that it is, means so so much.

yes the engagement definitely is reader’s subconscious thinking about what was supposed to be next for them in the future and the loss of that hits her all over again. I had to bring back the dreams and the dreaded “ring”-ing again hahah

you’re very very kind — honestly I don’t edit much, which sounds like a brag but it really isn’t. I wish my brain was fit for it or that I had time to do it. I truly am just making this up as I go along with some loose ideas that turn into something. so it makes me all happy when someone says they enjoy my work as it is because it truly is in its rawest forms in someway

thank you so much for your kind words and for being here and continuing to read!! I’m doing my best to make sure the last part lives up to expectations 🥹💕😭 love you babe 🫶🫣🥹😭

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