#enjoy your gilf though

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Of Truths and Dreams; Lilia Vanrouge

Dreams can tell a lot about a person. Their wants, their fears. But sometimes they can tell you the truth, and sometimes it isn't pretty.

Supporting Characters; Baul (for a second), Sebek Zigvolt

Content; Soulmate AU (I call them soul matches), gender neutral reader, can be read as familial, platonic, or romantic, Chapter 7 spoilers, hurt/comfort, some General Vanrouge

Content Warning; Chapter 7 spoilers, war, death (talk, I don't describe it), angst? (idk man)

Word Count; 5.5 K

Don't put my works into AI, as AI steals in order to "create".

Sebek's Story | Malleus's Story

The Thorn Fairy had gifted a blessing to the fae, a blessing of soul matches. 

A connection forged between two souls. Such a connection is rare, and different variations do occur; primarily in beastmen and merfolk. Each clan had their unique soul match bonds. And the fae were no different. However, their history was not written down on paper, or carved into the corals. The information and history of fae soul matches was an oral history, passed down from generation to generation through hushed tones. 

To outsiders, they shrugged it off as just another odd behaviour of the clan, but the fae had good reason to be wary. In the past, the knowledge of fae soul matches was shared with an outsider, and because of that blunder of misplaced trust, the royal family was targeted. But that was many a queen’s reign ago. But the fae do not forget such transgressions, no; that story, that history, is used as a warning. Tell no one but whom you would trust your life with any information regarding your soul match, lest it be used against you. No one outside of the fae, save for their soul match, is to know of this most treasured bond.

Despite the secretiveness of fae soul matches, they were celebrated once they manifested themselves, as they were a blessing from the Thorn Fairy herself. There is a catch though; due to their long life spans, it can take years, decades, or even centuries in the very rare and unfortunate cases, for the bond between soul match partners to manifest itself. The only thing more unfortunate than it taking centuries is if their soul match were human… for a human lifespan is only a fraction that of even the more short-lived fae clans. It was seen as a tragedy, a doomed pairing from the beginning, with a heartbroken fae as the only possible answer. Such pairings were pitied, and seen as bad luck.

But what does the bond between soul matches take the form of within the fae? What does the Thorn Fairy’s blessing of soul matches look like?

There are many speculations on that. Many scholars say it is a mark on the body; a mole, or three scratches. But that is not correct. It is not a shared song, a stone messenger, or a coloured thread on their finger. And there is a written record of the bond as well; one just has to dig deep into the records, scrolls, and tomes that exist within the library of the former castle of the Draconia’s.

It is also a melody, a hum on the lips of many fae if by chance you are able to hear it. I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. The soul match bonds between the fae and their match took the form of shared dreams, tinted the colour of their soul. They cannot truly see the other, or speak to each other, but the gleam in their eyes is one that will stay in their mind, as it is so familiar a gleam. 

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Rest is a luxury, a luxury that Lilia could not spare. The war would not wait for the general to be well rested, or wait for him to have a nap. No, it would continue until it either ended with one side coming out the victor, or it would end with peace negotiations. Rest can wait. But the fae in his company were sleeping, and he was on the first watch.

But there was something else which made him avoid resting; his dreams. His dreams were black and white, devoid of any colour, and he was always alone in them. Yes, there may be other people, but they didn’t interact. His soul match was nowhere to be seen. Three hundred years and there has been absolutely nothing.

He wasn’t alone on watch duty though, Baul was beside him, staring out into the dark. 

“You need to rest,” he huffed, shooting a look towards Lilia from the corner of his eye. 

Lilia quirked a brow, but his gaze did not waver from the darkness of the forest. There was something out there, waiting. “I can rest when this is over.” His voice was cold, sharp, like that of a blade. “I cannot rest while a war is still being fought on our lands.”

Baul pushed his shoulders back and turned his eyes back to the darkness of the forest. “General, if you do not rest, it will eventually catch up to you. Whether you like it or not.” 

He was right, if Lilia did sleep, it would eventually catch up with him in the worst possible moment. The last thing that he needed was to fall into a microsleep in the middle of battle. Thirty seconds of vulnerability in the heat of conflict could spell the very end for him. He let out a tired sigh, “I suppose you are right. When our shift is over I can rest.”

After an uneventful night watch, save for the crack of a stick in the distance — which turned out to be nothing more than just a deer passing through — Lilia turned in for the night in his tent. He stared up to the ceiling, and tried to fall asleep, but the harder he tried the more difficult it became, but eventually exhaustion won over frustration and Lilia fell asleep.

His dream was black and white, as always. They have been devoid of colour for the past three hundred years, so why would they be any different now?

He was a child again, playing in a flower meadow with Malenoa and Levan. Well, Malenoa was playing whereas Levan had been dragged along against his will. And Lilia? Well, wherever the crown princess went, he followed; part of it being that they were friends, the other being that he was raised alongside her and swore to protect her.

“Lilia! Come on,” Malenoa shouted from across the glen, a big smile on her face. “Last one to the thicket is a rotten egg!” And she took off, dragging Levan behind her, the young boy letting out an undignified squawk.

Lilia gave chase, a peel of laughter escaping his lips. “That’s not fair! You got a head’s start!” He eventually caught up to the two royals at the large rose thicket on the outskirts of the meadow. “I guess I’m the rotten egg,” he huffed before sitting down next to a dishevelled looking Levan.

He didn’t really understand why the Thorn Fairy had bonded them together, Malenoa and Levan couldn’t be more opposite of each other. But soul matches do work in mysterious ways… But Lilia wondered when the Thorn Fairy would place that blessing onto him. He had spent, and would spend, his life serving the royal family after the queen had taken him in, so why didn’t the first of the royal bloodline deem him worthy?

Malenoa was looking at the roses until she found one that she liked. She plucked it from the stem, whispered a quiet thank you to the briar patch, and then placed it behind Lilia’s ear. A baby pink rose, but he could not see the colour of the flower, only that it was pale. A stark contrast against Lilia’s jet black hair.

“What’s that for,” he asked but did not dare remove the flower. He should have been used to Malenoa’s antics by now, but she still caught him off guard despite their time spent together.

Malenoa hummed, “Pink suits you, plus since you were the rotten egg, you stunk so badly that you needed the rose to cover up the smell.” She stuck out her tongue and pinched her nose with her fingers, giggling. “A stinky, stinky egg! Right, Levan?”

Levan looked tired, but he nodded his head. “Unfortunately it seems so.” He coughed, trying to cover up the chortle that nearly escaped his lips.

The easy nature of the dream shifted, the briars from the rose thicket separating Lilia from Malenoa and Levan. The thicket then caught on fire, smoking out the dream (the memory?) in a thick, dark, smoke.

Lilia woke with a start, and placed his hand over his heart. It was beating fast, and he was covered in sweat. He then heard a commotion coming from outside, and it wasn’t the usual squabbling he heard as people tried to barter over the best breakfast options.

He strided out into the camp, and he didn’t make it very far until one of the soldiers came clamouring over to him, tripping over their feet in the process.

“G-general!” They heaved, looking pale. “N-news! From the front lines!” They handed him a scroll before taking back off to their tent.

Lilia opened the scroll and his eyes froze, pupils contracting into harsh slits. The parchment crumpled in his tight fist, but he regained his composure. They had a war to end, but Lilia’s mission had shifted from that of victory for country. It had shifted to justice; to serve justice to the murders of Malenoa. For his friend, his family, for Levan, and for her unhatched egg; the hope, and now only future, for the Draconias.

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Another four hundred years had passed, and Lilia’s dreams were still black and white. And where he may have had been bitter in his younger years, he no longer held that resentment. Yes, he still questioned why he had not received a soul match, but he had accepted that it was simply not to be. Besides, he now had more meaning in his life. He had been many things in his life; a friend, a soldier, an advisor, and now, a father. The silver haired baby that he had found years ago, Silver, was everything Lilia could ever really ask for. He loved Malleus, but not to the same degree as Silver; Malleus was the heir to the throne above all else.

Lilia was content with how things currently were, happy even. He had found his purpose.

“Hmm, this school year should prove interesting,” he hummed to himself. The ceremony was today, and it proved to be a most interesting one at that. He did wonder what the newcomer, the one not suitable to any dorm, would do. They didn’t seem like the type to just leave things alone. He shook his head though, and made himself comfortable in his bed, turning in for the night.

He was in the meadow of his youth again, but it was now overgrown. The vines from the rose thicket choking out all of the other flowers and grasses. And all but one rose was withered away. And this single rose was pink. Lilia could see colour, and the pink bled into the rest of the dream, casting everything in a rose-tinted light. 

After seven hundred years, the Thorn Fairy had finally answered his call. And everything was pink. “After all this time, now you have decided they can enter my life,” he whispered, looking directly at the rose. 

If he were younger, he would have been overjoyed, but Lilia knew that he did not have the commodity of time at his side. Despite the fae’s long lifespan, he was old, and his magic reservoir was running low. And the bitterness that he had since forgotten reappeared. “Why would you put them through this?”

He turned on his heel, but stopped. At the edge of the meadow was his soul match, he could not make out their face, appearance, nor their voice, but he knew it was them. “You should leave.” His words were not spoken, but were instead written in the air in glowing pink letters. But instead of turning around and leaving, they took a step forward, and then another, before coming to rest in front of Lilia.

“Who are you,” their words were written in pink letters, just like his. And even though he could not see their face, he could distinctly tell they wore an expression of confusion. “And why is everything pink?”

Lilia woke up to the sounds of his alarm going off, ripping him out of the dream. Why is everything pink? His soul match didn’t know what the colour ment, which could only mean one thing; his match was not fae. His soul match was mortal. And that revelation made a lump form in his throat.

He was worried about his soul match outliving him, that the possibility that he would outlive them never crossed his mind. Why had the Thorn Fairy chosen them? Why did she gift him an ending that would end in heartbreak?

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Ever since finding yourself in Twisted Wonderland you started keeping a dream journal. Alongside the weird, and sometimes downright disturbing, dreams about future overblots, you had rose-tinted ones with a stranger in them. But they kept their distance. And you hadn’t found any answers for them. 

“Human!” The sharp shout from Sebek tore you away from your thoughts, as the first-year student was incredibly… loud. “Do you know how rude it is to ignore somebody when they are talking?! Did you not sleep last night?!” 

In the few months that you’ve been stuck here, you came to call the abrasive Diasomnia student a reluctant friend. He may be prickly, but it was his own way of showing that he cared… in his own roundabout way which usually involved yelling and non-intentional insults. 

Did you not sleep last night?! Yes, but it was anything but restful.

You were in the midst of a battlefield, which was now long over. The only evidence being the hollow armour of warriors long fallen. And, as in all of your dreams, there were roses everywhere. Their thorny vines creating a wall, trapping you and the pink stranger in together.

This wasn’t your dream, it was their’s… or more like a memory? It was all way too centred in reality, in mourning and loss, to be a dream. What did they live through?

“What happened here?” Your words floated gently in the air and only disappeared when the stranger noticed them.

They picked up a broken spear and held it gently in their grasp. “What do you think? War. War is what happened here.” Their words floated in front of you, and you could see the weight of them on their shoulders. “The dreams of many died here, the only thing remaining of them being the armour that was supposed to protect them.”

What the hell have they lived through? “... were you there?” 

The dream shifted, no longer were you standing on a long forgotten battlefield, now reclaimed by nature, but you were now sitting in a dark castle. Not even the pink hue over everything could brighten it.

The stranger went up the stairs. Go away, can you not tell I am not the best person for you? Our story will only end in hurt. But they said none of that, continuing to go up the long winding staircase. “Did you hear me? I asked you if you were there!” You yelled after them, following them up the spiralling staircase until the both of you came to a halt in front of a large wooden door, scorched at the bottom.

“Yes,” the words floated in your face before fading away. “I was there… I led the battle. I led them to death.”

I led them to death. You were sweating buckets, but before you knew what you were doing you wrote down a note in your dream journal

Roses. Thorns. Battle. Magic. War. You had no real idea what it all meant, but it was somewhere to start. A step in the direction of figuring what it all meant

“No,” you said, avoiding Sebek’s concerned gaze, “I didn’t sleep well… not at all.” You hadn’t slept soundly in weeks. You hadn’t had a pleasant dream since you woke up here. “Nightmares,” you whispered, “night after night. And a stranger, the same stranger, who is avoiding me.”

Sebek’s face paled, and he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Human,” his voice was now quiet, guarded. He led you to a classroom and made sure no one was around. “Are these dreams a certain colour? Do words float in the air? Can you not make out their face?” Even though this was the quietest that he has spoken, it was also the most serious Sebek had been with you. 

You nodded your head, “All of that, yes. How did you know?” Your brows pinched, and you let out a deep sigh. “Sebek, if you know something, please, just tell me.”

Sebek was fighting a war in his head; tell the truth to you, or keep the fae soul match a secret. But the dark bags under your eyes told him enough. “You have a soul match, and they are fae. I’m… sorry.”

The bell rang and he was off to his next class, leaving you alone with this world altering information. I have a soul match? They’re fae? … why did he look so sad for me?

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Lilia noticed something off about Sebek the moment he walked, or rather stormed, to the confines of his room. So, he followed, gently knocking at the door, waiting for an answer.

“May I come in?”

He heard Sebek scramble up and open the door. “Of course, Lilia-sama!” He was just like his grandfather; loud, a bit too stiff for his own good, but loyal, almost to a fault. 

Lilia walked over to the bed, and patted the spot beside him. “Come, sit. You seem to be carrying quite the burden.” He had noticed Sebek’s odd behaviour all day, and it wasn’t like him to do so. “Come now, out with it.”

Sebek picked at a loose thread on his bedding, and massaged his temple. “It’s about soul matches.”

Lilia felt the lump in his throat form again. “What about them? They are a blessing from the Thorn Fairy herself. Who are we to question her decision-”

“A human disclosed that they have a soul match, a fae soul match. And I told them that. I broke the oath to not tell anyone!” Sebek clenched his fists and looked down at the floor. “They aren’t even my soul match, and I told them!”

Lilia placed his hand on Sebek’s back, and started patting him on the back. A gesture that meant everything was going to be okay. “Well,” a breathy chuckle escaped his lips, a soft smile on his face, “they deserve to know what is ahead of them, do they not?”

Like I have been trying to tell mine, but they still have not left it alone. They keep on showing up, night after night.

Sebek seemed to calm down, but there was still a lot weighing heavy in his mind. “It’s not my place to talk. It is for them, and their match to decide. But,” he took a deep breath, and that familiar intensity in his eyes was back, “I can’t help but worry.”

Lilia recognized the look in his pseudo-adopted son’s eyes, it all too well reflected the look Baul would get before battle. And this was Sebek, concerned for a human, which would only mean one thing; whoever they were, they were a friend of his. And that narrowed everything down. Time to do some sleuthing of my own. “They’re strong, most likely stubborn. They shall be fine,” his voice was light, trying to brighten the atmosphere of the room. “It’s late, you should really get some rest.”

With that, Lilia walked out of the room and softly closed the door. There was something that he needed to do tonight, in his dream.

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This dream was different from all the others. There were no signs of the thorny brambles of roses. There were no signs of war. No, instead Lilia found himself in the courtyard of Night Raven College, the sun high overhead and a slight breeze playing with loose leaves. This wasn’t his dream; it was his soul match’s. And you were sitting under a tree, looking up at the sky, just watching the clouds pass by. 

“This is a nice change of pace,” the pink words drifted slowly in the wind. “Better than nightmares and bad memories.”

Lilia felt a twinge of guilt. Better than nightmares and bad memories. Those were his doing. And instead of him being subjected to your nightmares and memories that you would rather forget, the both of them were here, in a quiet moment in time. There was no war, there was no loss. There was only you and Lilia, and an easy feeling. “You are too kind,” he sighed. Thank you. That is what he meant.

You hummed, “I can’t control my dreams, so it’s really just a fluke.” You sighed and rested your head against the tree, closing your eyes and enjoying the filtered sunlight. “I’m just happy it’s a pleasant one.”

“As am I,” he took a seat next to you and looked up to the sky, watching the clouds aimlessly pass by. I need to tell them. “It is cruel, what the Thorn Fairy has done to you. Gifting you a fae soul match.”

You turned your head towards him. Even though you couldn’t truly see who they were, you could see that they carried a lot on their shoulders. You didn’t say anything though, but instead offered your silence as an indicator for him to continue.

“How much do you know about soul matches?” It is their and their soul match’s decision. He wanted to tell them everything, so that they could decide for themself if they wanted him in their life.

You sighed. So now they decide to tell me? “Pretty much nothin’. Just the basics; soul matches exist, which I can kinda infer what it means, they’re gifted by the Thorn Fairy, and you’re fae. I have found absolutely nothing that even talks about the subject, and nobody but my one friend has mentioned it.”

Nobody but my one friend has mentioned it. Were they friends with Sebek? That would narrow down everything drastically, and would also explain why they were relaxing at Night Raven College in their dream. Lilia knew them. They were already closer than he ever thought. 

“So, please,” you turned to look at the stranger, your soul match, eyes gleaming gently. “Tell me, tell me everything.”

So he did, he and you sat under the tree for the entirety of the dream, discussing what soul matches were, the different forms and bonds they come in, and what you could expect from this. 

I know you, that look in your eye is so familiar a gleam.

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Ever since that dream from a few days ago, you have noticed your soul match get more playful and teasing in your dreams. They no longer held you at a distance, it was a drastic but welcomed change. The cold was gone, and instead there was warmth. But something still felt off. With everything that has happened, with seeing each other's dreams and memories, you still didn’t know who they were. And everytime you tried to tell them your name, the words didn’t form. It was annoying.

“Something on your mind, Prefect,” a familiar teasing voice chuckled from behind you. Lilia shot you a teasing smile, eyes twinkling with mischief. He used to startle you whenever he decided to sneak up on you, but you grew accustomed to his playful nature. 

You shot him a look, but then shook your head and chuckled. “Just thinking is all. What about you?” You had noticed that Lilia had gotten more lively, the dark cloud that seemed to hang around him for the past few weeks had seemed to vanish. “You seem to be in a more chipper mood,” you chuckled.

 He gave you a quiet chortle, the only real evidence of it being the subtle movement of his shoulders and the quiet exhale from his lips. His magenta eyes gleamed softly in the dim lighting of the hallway. They were familiar, but you could have sworn that you had seen them somewhere before, but the answer was avoiding you.

“Just a lot has happened is all, and it brought a surprise with it.” Lilia was cryptic, but it was a part of his odd charm. A mix of something old beyond your years, and a more youthful impishness. It was endearing.

He reminded you of somebody, but you couldn’t quite place your finger on it. “Fine then, old man, keep your secrets. One day I’ll make you spill.”

The two of you exploded with laughter, and Lilia patted you on the shoulder. “Maybe someday. I’ll be looking forward to it, Prefect.” He waved you goodbye as he made his way to his next class. Leaving you alone in the hallway. 

You hummed to yourself as you made your way to your next class, History of Magic, where Trein was preparing on his lecture to tell the first years about the fae-human wars. Something that you had already witnessed the aftermath of, despite not knowing it at the time. After all, that’s what that one dream was about; the one of the meadow, the rose briars, and the rusting armour laying half buried in the earth. But you didn’t know the true horrors of war, and your soul match made sure that you would never have to witness what he had.

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You were back in the meadow, in the middle of the fray. No longer were the rusted armours and broken weapons half buried, their wielders were alive again, and you were caught in the middle of it. The sky was an angry shade of pink, and thunder rumbled ominous in the distance… nope that was cannon fire.

Everything was absolute chaos, and you were thankful that nothing could harm you in the dreams, but that didn’t make you flinch any less whenever a ghost arrow flied through the air. Or maybe it would be more accurate to call you the ghost. You weren’t going to dwell on that though, since you didn’t want to push your luck. Something you seemed to be in short supply of.

You saw a flash in front of you, and a bat-masked figure was in front of you, glowing red eyes staring at you, before running back into the battle. Even though this was a dream, you could have sworn that they saw you. And then you were ripped away from the battle ground, being pulled up by your underarms. Looking up you saw the fuzzy and distorted visage of your soul match, pulling you away from danger.

“What were you doing?!” They snapped at you. You couldn’t hear what they were saying, but you could infer their tone and emotion from their body language and you know, hauling your ass away from danger.

You patted their forearm, and looked back down to the flashes of magic and metal gleaming in the waning light of the setting sun. “Were you here? This is more than a dream, isn’t it? This is a memory.” 

Dreams are often a flight of fancy, but for Lilia, and for you, they were more than randomly concocted scenarios played out by the sleeping mind. These dreams held truth, the dreams were memories. And this memory showed the most impactful one.

“How many?”

That statement could mean so many things. It could mean how many battles. How many lives were lost. How many lives had he taken. “Too many to count,” is what he decided on saying. It was true though, Lilia had lost count of how many times he had done all of those things. “You must think of me as cruel,” a sad yet harsh laugh left his mouth, and he looked down at you. “A monster.”

You looked back. There was sadness in your match’s eyes, but also a tiredness. “I don’t think you’re a monster, or cruel though.”

Lilia looked into your eyes. You were being honest, sincere, and your eyes showed that. They were the only part of you that he could clearly make out. They were familiar, they were warm. “I am down there though, leading the assault… against the humans.” Against you.

“The past is the past. What is done, is done. We can’t change that.” Leading the assault… didn’t Professor Trein talk about the wars today? “I won’t judge you based on your past, especially if you’re super old which I know pretty well that your are, gramps. But you can’t change it. It has left its scars, but what matters most is the present and what lies ahead.”

You were right, and Lilia felt foolish to let that small part of himself, the insecurity of not being wanted, fester. “I’m the old one? You sound far more wiser than your years… you whippersnapper.”

The battle faded away, and the two of you floated down to the meadow. It had morphed, morphed back into the meadow of Lilia’s youth; filled with wildflowers, grasses, and the rose thicket was in full bloom. And if you listened close enough, you could hear the laughter of a young girl in the breeze as a raven flew overhead.

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Lilia needed to find you. Your dreams were filled with premonitions, and they sat heavy in his mind at the repercussions they could make. They sent off alarm bells in his mind. Lilia was in a tizzy. I have to find them.

His magic was running out, and he knew that his lifespan had shortened drastically. He would be lucky to live another sixty or seventy years, which was nothing in the eyes of many fae. But that was a human lifetime. A lifetime that could be spent with not just Silver and Sebek, but you. He wanted to find you. He didn’t care what form your soul match bond took; be it like the relationship of family, of friends, or of lovers. He wanted to find you, needed to find you.

I know you, that look in your eyes is so familiar a gleam. Those eyes, they were the only part of you that he could ever make out. Eyes filled with mischief, responsibility, curiosity, and kindness. He knew those eyes. They were your eyes, the Ramshackle Prefect’s eyes. How could I be so blind?

It made all too much sense. The dreams had only started when you showed up. He felt drawn to you, like a moth to flame. It made sense that you would be the human that had made Sebek drop his guard and tell a human about fae soul matches. It made all of the sense in the world. And it had taken until now for him to realise. Perhaps he really was an ‘old man’ and already going senile like you joked, both in and out of the dreams.

That is how he came to find himself at your front door, in the middle of the night, still wearing his hot pink and neon green pyjamas. All because of the one dream, the most recent dream of overblot, and his own realisation of who you truly were. So he knocked three times, and waited for you to come down.

You groaned awake, the faint memory of the dream still weighing heavy on your mind. I can never catch a break, huh? I swear if it’s Ace I’m going to drop kick him. You begrudgingly made your way to the front door, and opened it right as a yawn escaped your mouth. “Lilia?”

What was Lilia doing at your front door? It was like two in the morning… although his bat print pyjamas were pretty great. Was that ‘Bat-tastic’ written in swirly font? Where in Twisted Wonderland had he found that?

“What are you doing here?” Was what you said instead. 

“Do you recognize me,” he whispered, taking your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.

Recognize you? “Your Lilia, of course I recognize you, old man.”

He looked at you, magenta eyes practically glowing in the dark. Familiar magenta eyes. Eyes that held such familiar a gleam… as if you had seen them countless times in your dreams, tinted a paler shade of the colour. “Prefect, have we met before? I could have sworn that I met you… once upon a dream?”

It all made sense. It all made sense. The coldness at first, the memories of war, the playfulness. Why everything was pink. Your match, the perceived stranger, was no stranger at all. They were Lilia.

“So you’re them,” you said softly. “We’re soul matches?”

He shot you a playful wink, “It would seem so. And I’m happy that you are them, and they, you.”

All of those centuries spent alone, wondering why the Thorn Fairy had not granted him the blessing of having a soul match, and then the confusion of finally receiving one after years of nothing, now had an answer. It was you, and Lilia knew that the seven hundred years may have been lonely, but whatever time he had left, he would be more than happy to spend with you. 

Fin!

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Doppo, Shibukawa, Motobe, Biscuit, And Yujiro As Your Sugar Daddy 💄💋✨

Hi everyone!!! Sorry I dipped out for a moment, I had an eventful past two weeks (but some of the event has been writing stuff, so that’s something at least lul) and now I come back offering whatever the hell this is lol. The idea of the Baki men being sugar daddies came to me in a vision while I was supposed to be working, so of course as the responsible individual that I am I focused on that and started writing this and here we are now! :D It’s for all my dilf/gilf lovers out there. You are all lovely little treasures and I adore you all. :*

As you can probably tell by the subject matter of this one, 18+ only please!!!

Thank you for reading!!!

Warnings: Sex, sex work/reader is a sex worker, mentions of various sexual acts, possessive/obsessive tendencies from your clients, dubcon, mentions of noncon, Yujiro Hanma being Yujiro Hanma, mentions of threesomes and open relationships, very little editing.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Doppo Orochi˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         Doppo would be an exceptional sugar daddy. He’s attentive and kind to you, both when you are out on dates and when you share private time together, and you can always tell he’s truly excited to spend time with you (even when sex isn’t involved). He loves to spoil you and has the money to back it, gifting you whatever your heart desires, all you have to do is say the word.

·         He’s a big family man, and as such he may push the boundaries a bit of what your relationship is. It’s hard to see him as just a benefactor when he’s sending you good morning and good night texts, inviting you over for home cooked dinners, calling you just so he can hear your voice and talk about silly things, checking in on you to make sure you are safe and happy. It may be pushing the line of what is appropriate and what isn’t for your relationship, but you can’t lie and say it isn’t nice feeling so cared for.

·         That being said, you know Doppo has a wife that he loves very much, so there is no confusion of your role as just a sugar baby in this dynamic. In most cases such a strong spousal bond may cause trouble on your end, but luckily for you Natsue is as fond of you as Doppo is. She’s definitely not as into the sexual aspect of your company as Doppo is, but get ready for plenty of passionate threesomes should the three of you find yourselves together and in the mood.

·         Doppo is very open about sharing his life with you. He invites you to all his matches, you have free access to Shinshin Kai dojo, and after a certain level of trust is reached, he’ll even give you a key to his house. At first it felt strange, like you were bordering on something taboo having so much access to his private life, and you worried you were taking advantage of his hospitality. But as time wore on you realized that his fondness for you was just so great that he wanted you to be a part of his life as much as possible, regardless of what the typical sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship was. However, if the familiarity and closeness ever made you uncomfortable he would end it immediately, reverting back to business as usual (though it would make him extremely sad).

·         His main downside is that he’s definitely very ‘dad-like’ and sometimes you feel more like a child he is over protective of then his beloved sugar baby. His fatherly advice and guidance can be a bit overbearing, and it takes all you have not to roll your eyes at his griping over some of your decisions and future plans.

·         If it doesn’t end up working out with Doppo, he has a hot son you can fall back on :)

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Gouki Shibukawa˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         Shibukawa truly is a wild card. You have no idea what to expect when this man calls on your services. He’s hired you for things as mild as enjoying afternoon tea with him and as raunchy as participating in the most degenerate sexual roleplay you can possibly imagine (consensually, of course).

·         So even though he’s one of your older benefactors, he is certainly far from boring. In fact, you can’t help but get excited whenever he reaches out to you, wondering what he may have in store for your meet up.

·         Shibukawa is one of the less sentimental of the sugar daddies. There is definitely no mistaking that your relationship is strictly for pleasure, and as a side effect of that his private life is a virtual mystery to you. You have your suspicions about what he does with his spare time, but should you pry too much he’ll swiftly and efficiently end the conversation, focusing his attention instead on the sweeter side of your affair.

·         However, he is far from cold. Shibukawa always treats you extremely well and pays you even better, so he quickly becomes one of your favorite clients.

·         Also, he’s extremely interesting. This man could make a story about what he ate for breakfast sound like the most fascinating thing on the world, so even if nothing big or exciting happens in the time you spend with him, at the very least you know you won’t ever be bored.

·         Don’t let his age fool you-he is a beast in bed. With age comes experience, and that has never been truer than with Shibukawa. You don’t think you’ve ever quite felt the thrill you get when you have intimate time with Shibukawa with any other client, let alone actual romantic partners you’ve had.

·         His downside is that his mood towards you is always fluctuating. He will be in constant contact with you for weeks at a time and then fall off the face of the earth, only to pop back up expecting you to prioritize him over your other clients. It’s a bit obnoxious, especially if he is your best paying client and you are relying on him financially, yet he refuses to keep you in the loop of any plans he wants to involve you in or meet ups he may be concocting.

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Motobe Izou˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         The KING of pet names. I honestly don’t think this man has ever called you your actual name once. Baby, sweetheart, dove, little one-the list goes on. If you called him a pet name back, he would probably have a heart attack brought on by the sheer amount of joy that would bring him.

·         He may not be as wealthy as some of your other clients, but his care and devotion to you are off the charts. Each time he calls on your services he always greets you with flowers or chocolates, and each date he takes you on is to a place you like or recommend, prioritizing your favorites over the stuff he may prefer. He’s at your beck and call; willing to drop everything should your schedule open up and you have the time to spend with him.

·         He’s very protective of you, having legitimate concerns over whether any of your other customers are overly handsy or make you do and participate in things you are uncomfortable with. He tries to play it cool and ask about your health and well-being nonchalantly, but you can tell by the nervous undertone in his voice and the bags under his eyes that his fretting over you and your profession wears heavily upon him, affecting his day to day life.

·         He’s also low-key scared that you prefer other clients over him (even though you have never done anything to make him perpetuate this idea), so he stresses himself out over that as well.

·         Motobe is an incredibly intimate lover. He takes his time with you, committing to memory which of his actions brings you the most pleasure so that he can use them time and time again to drive you wild. Every caress of his hand and kiss of his lips is gentle and loving, he treats you as if you are the most precious being on the planet earth and it never ceases to make you melt.

·         That being said, he has the toughest time distinguishing boundaries in your relationship, constantly blurring the lines between professional and personal. Anyone that interacts with the two of you can see just how head over heels for you he is, and more often than not when out and about people just assume you are spouses based solely on how openly affectionate and lovey dovey he is with you. His doting can be rather heavy-handed, not to mention disconcerting, especially when you work so hard to establish clear boundaries with him.

·         … But still, you can’t find yourself being too upset at Motobe. Even when he takes things too far, Motobe is certainly the most caring client you’ve had, earnestly watching over you and taking the best care of you he can with the limited time he has with you. Even with all his quirks, you have a definite soft spot for the man.

·         And who knows? Maybe someday when you seek another line of work and leave this one behind you can go on an actual date with him? He’ll most certainly be waiting on you, more than ready to make it official. :)

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Biscuit Oliva˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         If Biscuit is yoursugar daddy, my dear you have it MADE.

·         He is the IDEAL sugar daddy. He’s handsome, sweet, wealthy, and not afraid to lavish you in all of the finer things. It’s not uncommon for you to go out on a date with him only to come home in a new designer outfit of your choice, decked out in a varying level of jewels he let you pick out yourself.

·         And it’s not just material possessions, he loves taking you on all kind of exotic trips and vacations, taking you to places you never dreamed you’d be able to go. It makes his heart swell seeing the excitement in your eyes the moment the plane touches down at each new locale, your unbridled joy spurring him to feel just a thrilled by this adventure as you do (even if it’s to a place he has been countless times before).

·         But even when he’s not whisking you off to fun and foreign places, he always makes every date exciting. Regardless of if it’s small meet up, or a full on whirlwind adventure, there is never a dull moment with Biscuit.

·         Being with him is like an honest to god fairytale, you feel like some kind of royalty whenever you are in his presence. He dotes on you to the extreme, showering you in affection, praise, and gifts. You’ve never felt more beautiful or important than you do when you are with Biscuit.

·         All that being said, this man really makes you earn the title of sugar baby. His sex drive is off the charts and he has an insatiable attraction to you, which means the moment he sees you, he’s on you. Of course he shows decorum out in public, presenting as the perfect gentleman on any dates he escorts you on while out in the public eye. But the moment you two are behind closed doors? Prepare to be absolutely ravished. You probably won’t be able to walk for a few days once he’s done.

·         Like Doppo, you are aware that Biscuit already has a special lady in his life. As such, Biscuit made sure that you were someone that Maria was not just OK with, but someone she genuinely liked. You take that kind of as a badge of honor, as Maria has a tendency to be very picky with the people she surrounds herself with. But the two of you hit it off within minutes of meeting each other, which is a huge relief to both you and Biscuit.

·         You’re not expected to participate in the ‘sugar’ end of the deal with Maria, but should you show interest in Maria in that way, Biscuit would be over the moon. Whether it be a threesome or just the two of you together while he watched, he’ll be absolutely delighted either way (and expect to be handsomely compensated for the good time. ;). Just don’t start liking each other more than him, OK? He would probably pass away from heart break if the two of you left him in the dust. ^^;

·         The biggest down side to having Biscuit as your sugar daddy is that he can be a bit… much. He’s exceptionally clingy, to the point that you have to completely silence or shut off your phone sometimes because he’s always calling or texting you for some reason or another-even when you are with other clients. He also HEAPS on the affection so much that you feel suffocated by it, which is a lot on its own, let alone from a person you aren’t even in a committed relationship with. When you try and ask him to ease up, or even just straight up ignore him for a bit, it only makes his dogged affection worse. :/

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˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗Yujiro Hanma˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

·         The fact that you even became the Ogre’s sugar baby is baffling, and honestly a rather scary and precarious situation for you to be stuck in.

·         The thought that he would actually pay for something so many people would willingly supply to him, or that he could simply take from another person, must mean he finds you extremely interesting. Whether that’s a good or bad thing is to be determined.

·         You don’t ever get a heads up for your liaisons with Yujiro-the man just shows up when he desires your company and that’s that. It doesn’t matter if you are sleeping, with another client, or otherwise engaged, Yujiro ALWAYS takes precedence and you better remember that if you want him to keep paying you.

·         That being said, he gets rather territorial of you when he sees you or hears about you with other clients. Not necessarily jealous (what is there to be jealous of? He’s leagues better than those losers and everyone knows it), but definitely disgruntled that despite his patronage you still choose other men to attend to. You should feel honored to have him as a patron, indebted to the point where he is your soul focus. The fact that you aren’t definitely pushes his buttons.

·         As stated, being Yujiro’s sugar baby is definitely a perilous situation to be in. He is interested in you enough to spend time and money on you, but you would never delude yourself into thinking he held any sort of romantic attraction towards you. You are merely a source of pleasure and entertainment, which in and of itself is fine, that is your profession after all.  But once your use to him ended… where does that leave you? With all other clients they simply moved on, but Yujiro is like an untamed beast. If he gets upset with you in anyway, getting extremely hurt by him is a very real possibility.

·         Also- he’s the strongest being on the planet. He could kill you without batting a lash, whether by accident or on purpose. Merely being in his presence is a daunting experience, and while you’ve dealt with strong and/or questionable clients in the past, Yujiro is a breed all his own. Simply put-he scares you, and he is by far the most dangerous person you’ve ever had to interact with.

·         Everything about your relationship is filled with uncertainty. Sometimes your dates are good- he’ll take you out to nice places to do exciting things and may even get you a gift or two. But more often than not his ‘dates’ (if you can even call them that) are chaotic and abrupt, leaving you in pain and out of it for days.

·         He’s EXTREMELY demeaning as well, calling you whore or slut more than your actual name. He especially likes to belittle you during sexual acts, reminding you of what a useless and weak piece of meat you are as he pounds into you mercilessly. The berating gets even worse when/if you start to feel pleasure from the acts. He enjoys it immensely when you put up a resistance to his advances, only to becoming a slavering mess, completely drunk off his cock.

·         Receiving money from Yujiro is very dependent on his mood and how much fun he had while in your company. There are days when you leave your dates loaded with cash with very little effort, and times when you go above and beyond to please home only to receive a small amount of income. Honestly though, the days when you receive more cash can be worse than when he barely pays you-he is apt to lord it over you and expect more unsolicited favors from you in response to his act of benevolence.

·         The worst part of this whole arrangement is that you don’t have a say in any of it. Any person in their right mind would reject Yujiro as a client no matter how attractive or wealthy he may be, but you were never given that luxury. The moment he took an interest in you, you became irrevocably tied to him with no hope of shaking him.  You would be forced to serve him until he grows tired of you- you just hope that when his interest in you wanes it means your freedom and not your untimely demise. :)

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~Yandere!Gilf x afab!reader~

Note: hi!! I totally forgot about posting this last night but hope you guys enjoy! It's my first venture back into writing smut so please tell me if this sucks or not! As usual, minors dni!!

CW: afab reader, breeding, corruption kink, hard dom, pet names, degradation, slight slut shaming, aftercare, non-con, stomach bulge, creampie, please let me know if I missed anything!

~ love bunny 💕

It's a dark evening, and Nicolas "Saint" Dryden found himself on an almost empty bus, headed home. The bus comes to a stop at a bus stop where only one person is waiting – that person happens to be you.

You are a college student with a penchant for older men and women. You're dressed in a black dress, with fish net thigh highs, which barely conceals your panties. Additionally, you wore a black choker around your neck.

As you walk through the sparsely occupied seats, you notice Nicolas. You think to yourself, 'I wonder if this guy will fulfill my fantasy.' You then settle onto the seat in front of him. "Good evening, mister," You say in an innocent tone, taking out your phone and pretending to be engrossed in it. In reality, your focus is solely on him.

Subtly, you slightly widen your legs, revealing a glimpse of your panties, accidentally.

Nicolas nodded politely at you as he continued scrolling on his own phone, his stop was still a few minutes away. He briefly looked at your panties before focusing on his phone.

Your heart raced with anticipation as you noticed his nod. You pretended to glance up from your phone, your eyes meeting his for just a moment. You then looked down again, seemingly shy.

After a few seconds, you shifted in your seat, smooth, your legs brushing against each other. You leaned forward slightly, giving Nicolas a clear view of your exposed chest, your black mini dress barely covering it.

Innocently, you spoke again, "Um, sir, do you know what time the next bus is supposed to arrive? I-I'm not very good with schedules."

Your voice wavered just a bit, your fingers subtly toying with the edge of your dress. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you awaited his response.

"You mean the next stop? We're fifteen minutes out from it. Why? That your stop?" Nicolas offered as he locked his phone and leaned back against the seat, looking at you in amusement, already sensing your game.

Your heart skipped a beat as you sensed his amusement. You kept your gaze lowered, your fingers playing with the edge of your dress as your hair fell partially over your eyes.

You let out a soft, almost sheepish giggle, your voice dripping with feigned innocence. "Well, not too often, sir. J-just sometimes when I have to go somewhere. It's, um, my first time alone though… my friends all went home early."

You glanced up at Nicolas, your cheeks flushing even more, as if embarrassed by your admission. "I… I guess I'm not very good with directions, so I thought the bus would be safer than walking all alone," you added, trying to give a convincing reason for your presence.

Your heart raced with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You hoped your subtle gestures were enough to make him take the bait.

"Actually. I think your stop is the same as mine." Nicolas said calmly, leaning over and blocking you from view, "You're not good with directions right? No worries, you'll be in safe hands."

Your heart raced as he leaned closer, blocking you from view. You gazed up at him with wide, innocent eyes, your cheeks flushed with a mix of anticipation and excitement. Nicolas' words made your heart flutter, and you quickly looked down, pretending to be bashful.

"O-oh, really?" You stammered softly, your voice a delicate whisper. Your breath hitched as you felt the warmth of his presence so close to you.

You shifted your position slightly, subtly pressing your thigh against his as you pretended to adjust your dress. Your heart raced with each passing moment, your body tingling with anticipation as you fought to maintain your facade of shyness. "Th-thank you, sir… I, um, I appreciate that," you added, your voice quivering slightly as you tried to keep up the innocent act.

Nicolas put his hand on your thigh, squeezing once, "You're welcome sweetheart," He left his hand there as he continued to scroll on his phone, the bus passed the second to last stop, one more then he'd take you home.

Your heart raced as his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. You let out a soft gasp, your eyes widening in feigned surprise. Your pulse quickened, and you bit your lip, trying to suppress a satisfied smile.

You glanced down at his hand on your thigh, pretending to be flustered by the unexpected touch. Your breathing grew slightly uneven, and you shifted your leg just enough to press more firmly against Nicolas' hand, your body subtly leaning into his touch.

As the bus continued to move, you stole a quick, nervous glance at his face before returning your attention to your own phone. You fought to control the excitement that surged within you, your inner desires conflicting with your innocent act.

With a hint of a blush, you murmured softly, "S-sir, um, thank you for being so kind to me. I-I really appreciate it…" your voice trailed off as you pretended to be overwhelmed by his presence.

Nicolas rubbed your thigh, still focused on his phone. He absent-mindedly rubbed you through your panties, his hand under your dress. "I bet you do sweetheart, but why don't you be silent till we get there hm?"

Your breath hitched as his hand continued to rub your thigh, and your heart raced faster. The sensation of his touch through your panties sent shivers down your spine, and you fought to keep up your innocent act.

You nodded quickly, your voice barely above a whisper, "Y-yes, sir… I'll be quiet." Your cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink as you bit your lip, your body responding to the intimate touch that was hidden from the view of others.

With a mixture of excitement and anticipation, you leaned slightly closer to Nicolas, pretending to be nervous. Your hair brushed against his arm, and you closed your eyes momentarily, relishing in the sensations coursing through your body.

As the bus approached the final stop, you clenched your fists, struggling to control your own desires, all the while maintaining your facade of innocence.

Nicolas let your thigh go, standing up and gestured for you to follow. He paid both fares. "Let's go sweetheart, can't have you out here for long. You're soaked." He murmured lowly and kept a firm hand on your back. Solid. Strong. You shivered in anticipation.

Your heart raced as he stood up, and you quickly followed suit, your body trembling with excitement. You kept your head down, pretending to be embarrassed by his words. His gesture to pay the fares only added to your internal turmoil, fueling your desires.

You followed Nicolas off the bus, your steps slightly unsteady as you kept close to him. His hand on your back, a constant reminder of what was to come. Your hair brushed against your flushed cheeks, and you pretended to look down, as if feeling shy and overwhelmed by the situation.

You shivered as he mentioned you being soaked, your mind immediately drawing connections between his words and your desires. As he led the way, you followed closely, your heart pounding in your chest as you tried to keep your innocent facade intact, even as your body ached for more.

He reached his home, opened the door and let you in, he leaned down to whisper in your ear. "You're acting all innocent yet you soaked your panties the moment I touched you, filthy little slut. I want you over the armrest of the couch, legs spread and panties on."

Your heart raced wildly as he whispered in your ear, his words sending a thrill of desire straight through your body. Your cheeks burned with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal, your inner fantasies colliding with the reality of the situation.

You quickly followed him into the house, your anticipation building with each step. As he instructed you, you pretended to tremble, your hair brushing against your cheeks as you looked down, feigning shyness.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you moved to the armrest of the couch, your legs spreading as he commanded. You bit your lip, your body aching for more, your inner masochistic desires driving you forward, even as you maintained your innocent facade.

Nicolas followed you, putting his things away before he casually pulled your panties down and rubbed your clit. He spoke casually as if you weren't even a real person, just there for his own pleasure, "soaked and I haven't even touched you properly yet, little whore."

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand reached for your panties and pulled them down. Your body trembled with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability as your desires were being realized. You bit your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his fingers touched your clit.

Your hair fell over your face as you leaned into his touch, pretending to be overwhelmed by the sensations. Your heart raced wildly, and your inner masochistic cravings surged forth, merging with your innocent act.

You closed your eyes, your breath coming in shallow gasps as you fought to maintain the facade of submission and shyness. Your body responded to Nicolas' touch with a desperate need for more, even as your voice wavered, "S-sir… p-please, I… I don't know what's happening to me…"

"Oh but you take it so well, soaking my fingers and I haven't even slipped them inside your tight cunt yet, sweetheart." Nicolas pinched your clit before slipping his fingers further down into your folds, gathering your juices with a lewd wet noise.

Your body quivered as his words and actions pushed you further into the depths of your fantasies. Your breath hitched in your throat as he pinched your clit, a soft gasp escaping your lips. Your hair fell around your face again, shielding your expression as you continued to pretend to be overwhelmed.

Your heart pounded in your chest as his fingers slipped down into your folds, eliciting a guttural moan from your throat. Your hips instinctively arched towards his touch, your body betraying your facade of innocence as your masochistic desires took hold.

You clenched your fists, your nails digging into your palms as you struggled to maintain your submissive act. Your mind was a whirlwind of pleasure and anticipation, inner desires clashing with the image you were portraying, creating a delicious blend of tension and arousal.

Nicolas pulled his fingers away and brought them to your mouth, "Clean me off sweetheart." His free hand unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Pressing himself against your back to ensure you felt everything.

Your breath was ragged as Nicolas pulled his fingers away from you, leaving you craving for more. You glanced up at him with feigned innocence, your eyes filled with a mixture of desire and submission.

As he brought his fingers to your mouth, you obediently parted your lips, your tongue darting out to taste your own essence. You moaned softly, the lewdness of the act sending shivers down your spine.

Your hair framed your flushed face as you continued to suck his fingers clean, your body trembling with anticipation as his hand moved to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

With a breathless whimper, you looked up at him, your eyes glinting with a blend of submission and longing, ready to fulfill his every desire as you maintained the pretense of being the innocent girl he believed you to be.

"Good girl. You deserve a reward, I'm going to stretch out your tight hole until you can't walk or talk." Nicolas grunted and slid his cock against your folds, getting it wet. As he gripped your hips tightly.

Your heart raced as his words painted vivid images in your mind, igniting your deepest desires. Your breath hitched in your throat as Nicolas pressed his cock against your folds, the wetness from your own arousal coating his length.

You let out a soft, feigned whimper, your eyes half-lidded as you pretended to be overwhelmed by the sensations. Your hair cascaded around you as you leaned into his touch, your body reacting instinctively to his advances.

Your hands clenched into fists, your nails digging into your palms as you fought to maintain your facade of submission and innocence. Your masochistic cravings and your desire to please warred within you, creating a heady mixture of anticipation and arousal that left you trembling.

Nicolas quickly lifted your legs, holding them up and pressing you down onto the armrest. He fucked into you roughly, a wet squelching noise echoed around the living room. "You're tight, but something about how you're gripping me and moaning like a slut says you've done this before." He muttered and groaned lowly as he fucked into you, thrusting lowly at first.

Your breath caught in your throat as he swiftly lifted your legs and positioned you, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. You let out a gasping moan as Nicolas penetrated you roughly, the sensation of his cock sliding into your tight warmth sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

You arched your back, your fingers gripping the edges of the armrest as you pretended to be overwhelmed by his forceful advances. Your moans grew louder, echoing in the room as you allowed yourself to surrender to the pleasure, all while keeping up your innocent facade.

You continued to moan, inner desires and your submission colliding in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Your hips moved in rhythm with his, your body responding instinctively even as you maintained your pretense of being a naive girl experiencing this for the first time.

Nicolas grunted and continued fucking you, finally letting your legs drop as he lifted you by your underarms. "You're like a little puppet, you were made for this weren't you sweetheart? To take cock like some dirty whore, shush don't answer that." Nicolas groaned and leaned so he could whisper into your ear. "The way you're moaning and whimpering just answers it all, we've barely even started."

Your body trembled with each powerful thrust, your moans growing more urgent and unrestrained. The sensation of being lifted by your underarms only intensified your feelings of vulnerability and desire, your mind a whirlwind of pleasure and submission.

As Nicolas continued to fuck you, you bit your lip to stifle your cries. You let out a soft whimper, your eyes half-lidded as you feigned submission, inner masochistic cravings taking hold.

Your chest heaved with each breath, your heart pounding in rhythm with his movements. The blend of pain and pleasure, submission and desire, surged within, creating a heady concoction that left you teetering on the edge of ecstasy.

"None of that. You wanna act like a whore then you can sound like one too." Nicolas used one arm to hold you up, crossed around your upper chest as he pulled you backwards and kept your back pinned to his chest. Then used his free hand to shove his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to open it.

"Good girl, now everyone can hear how much of a filthy desperate whore you are." Nicolas cooed mockingly as his hips moved faster, he held you tightly against his chest.

Your breath hitched as Nicolas' arm wrapped around your chest, pinning you against his chest as his forceful grip held you in place. You let out a soft whimper, your body quivering with a mixture of anticipation and arousal.

You felt his fingers pressing into your mouth, your lips parting obediently to accommodate them. You sucked on them, your eyes glinting with a blend of desire and obedience. Your hair fell around your face, shielding you from view once more.

Your moans grew louder, each one a mixture of pleasure and acquiescence, your body responding to his every touch and command. The sensations of being held against Nicolas and being forced to let everyone around his house know how much you enjoyed him fucking you, only heightened the whirlwind of emotions within, driving you closer to the precipice of release.

Nicolas fucked you rougher and harder, until he saw a bulge on your stomach. He laughed and pulled his fingers out your mouth, then used those fingers to rub your clit. "There's a good whore, close? You wanna cum around me cock? Beg for it. Come on sweetheart." Nicolas mockingly spoke, his fingers rubbing your clit cruelly, not enough yet too much at the same time.

Your body tensed as his rough and forceful thrusts pushed you towards the edge of pleasure. Your moans grew more urgent and desperate.

You felt him yank your hair and pull you back so you were on full display, unable to hide your flushed face, your body trembling with each movement. The sensation of his fingers rubbing your clit only added fuel to the fire, driving you closer to the brink.

With a breathless whimper, you opened your eyes to look at Nicolas, your gaze filled with need and desire. Your lips parted as if to speak, but all that came out were a series of gasping moans.

Your heart raced, and your body tightened around his cock, the bulge on your stomach growing more pronounced as your pleasure escalated. You were teetering on the edge, your desire to fulfill his every wish driving you to the brink of ecstasy.

"Can't talk? Ha! Then again I did say I'd fuck you till you couldn't so I guess you can cum." Each of his words was punctuated by a thrust that hit your womb every time, until Nicolas finally felt you clenching around him and he grinned.

He fucked up into you before finally spilling inside you, Nicolas felt your hole twitching around him as your stomach bulged a bit from his cum and cock.

Your body convulsed with pleasure as his words and actions brought you closer to the edge. Your moans grew in volume and intensity, a symphony of desire and desperation filling the room. You clung to the armrest, your hair cascading around your face as you approached your climax.

The rhythmic thrusts, each one punctuated by his words, drove you closer and closer to the precipice. Your inner masochistic cravings and willingness to play into his desires pushed you to the brink, your senses overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through your mind and body.

Your eyes rolled back as you succumbed to the pleasure, your body clenching around his cock as your orgasm washed over you in a tidal wave of ecstasy. Your moans reached a crescendo, a blend of longing and release that filled the air.

As he spilled inside you, you let out a soft gasping cry, your body trembling as you felt his warmth filling you. Your stomach bulged slightly from the weight of his release, a physical reminder of the intensity of the moment.

Breathing heavily, you remained in position, your body still quivering as you navigated the aftermath of the intense experience.

"Good girl." Nicolas pulled out, ignoring the combined releases that spilled out your pussy as he grunted and moved to kneel on the couch and held your chin, so your face was directly before his cock.

"Clean me up now sweetheart." He cooed softly and pet your hair, soothingly.

Your body felt weak and heavy as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling a mixture of pleasure and emptiness. You took a moment to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling rapidly.

Before you could fully comprehend the situation, he had lifted your face up, your face positioned directly in front of his cock. Your eyes widened, your heart racing as you looked at Nicolas, a blend of desire and understanding in your gaze.

With a mixture of anticipation and obedience, you obediently parted your lips, your tongue darting out to clean his cock.

Your body trembled slightly as you cleaned his cock, sucking on his cock as you whimpered and moaned softly. "Mhmph!" He lazily fucked your mouth as you cleaned him off, he never let you properly catch your breath, keeping your mouth and face firmly pressed into his pelvis.

Your body was still sensitive from the intense experience, but you continued diligently. Your breaths came in short gasps as he lazily thrust into your mouth, never allowing you a moment to fully recover.

Your eyes glistened with tears as you looked up at him, your hair cascading around your flushed face. You continued to obediently clean him off, your tongue flicking and lapping at his length.

Despite the overwhelming sensations and the strain on your body, you remained committed, pushing through the haze of pleasure and discomfort to fulfill his desires.

Finally he let you rest, carrying you to the couch and letting you catch a breath.

He tucked himself back into his pants and lit up a cigar. "You need a ride home. You can't walk around full of cum or looking like you got screwed to heaven and hell then back again."

Your body felt weak and spent as he finally allowed you to rest. You let out a ragged breath, your chest heaving as you struggled to regain your composure. Your hair was a disheveled mess around your face, and your eyes were half-lidded with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction.

As Nicolas carried you to the couch, you lay there, your body trembling slightly from the aftermath of the intense encounter. You watched him as he tucked himself back into his pants and lit up a cigar, your eyes tracing his movements with a mixture of curiosity and longing. His words about needing a ride home barely registered as you continued to stare at him with fucked out eyes.

"Sweetheart, you listening to me or are you still too fucked out to pay attention?"

Your eyes blinked as you registered his words, your mind slowly emerging from the haze of pleasure. You managed to give a small nod, your hair falling around your face as you pushed yourself up on the couch, your body still tingling from the encounter.

"Yes, I'm listening," you murmured softly, your voice a mix of exhaustion and satisfaction. Your body still bore the marks of Nicolas' actions, but you felt good. It hurt in the best way possible. You felt his cum drip down your inner thighs and blushed again.

"Alright. Let's get you cleaned up then." Nicolas picked you up again and carried you to his bathroom, he shoved it open and set you on the counter. Nicolas started up a bath before looking up at you.

"Hm… your stomach is still bulging." He mumbled softly before he pushed slightly on it and immediately his cum leaked out of you. You whimpered softly and moaned, clenching your thighs together trying to stop it, blushing. "Mhmp! P-please don't d-do that sir- ah! S-sensitive!"

Your body was still weak and pliant as he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom. You allowed yourself to be placed on the counter, your eyes watching his movements with a hint of curiosity.

As he started up the bath, you continued to watch him, your thoughts and emotions carefully hidden behind your obedient facade. Your eyes widened slightly as he commented on your stomach, and you let out a soft gasp as Nicolas pushed on it, causing his cum to leak out of you.

You let out a small whimper, your body still sensitive from the intense encounter.

"Speak sweetheart." He grunted as he turned the water off and undressed you completely, adding in soothing oils and such to the bath.

Your eyes flickered up to meet his as he grunted that command. You let out a small, breathy sigh, your hair falling over your bare shoulders as you gathered your thoughts.

"I-I'm here," you replied softly, your voice carrying a blend of compliance and innocence. As Nicolas turned the water off and started to undress you, you allowed yourself to be stripped, your body still bearing the marks of your encounter.

You kept your gaze lowered, feigning shyness as you followed his lead as he guided you through the motions. Nicolas set you in the tub, gently washing you up. "You can't go around seducing people. Why you're lucky I brought you home, most men would've taken you then dropped you off in a dumpster." He muttered softly, gently massaging the spots he knew were sore.

Your body relaxed slightly as he set you in the tub, the warm water and oils soothing your sensitive skin. You let out a soft sigh of contentment as he started to wash you up, his gentle touch a stark contrast to the intensity of his previous actions.

Your eyes met his own briefly, gratitude in your gaze. You listened to his words, your innocent demeanor still firmly in place as you nodded in agreement.

"I… I know, sir," you murmured softly, your voice carrying a hint of vulnerability. "I'm… I'm sorry for my behavior." Your hair clung to your wet skin, framing your face as you looked at him.

Nicolas washed your hair and then got to work cleaning your body up. "Hm, good. Now, sit still so I can wash you right." He murmured and continued to wash you up, gently washing between your thighs.

Your body relaxed further as Nicolas washed your hair, the sensation of his hands running through your locks soothing you. You closed your eyes briefly, allowing yourself to savor the moment of care and attention.

As he continued to clean your body, you followed his instructions, sitting still and allowing him to wash you with a mix of obedience and gratitude. Your body tingled from the gentle touch, and you continued to maintain your innocent demeanor as you looked at him with a soft expression.

"Yes, sir," you replied softly, your voice a blend of compliance and shyness as you held yourself still, ready to follow his lead.

Afterwards, Nicolas immediately wrapped you up in a fluffy towel cooing softly as you laid in bed together, rubbing your legs and thighs. "How was it sweetheart? I wasn't too mean right? Not too rough? Are you feeling okay sweetie? My heart?" He murmured softly and kissed every inch of your skin.

You hummed happily, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm okay, thanks Saint, it felt good." You squeaked out blushing softly at his overbearing ways of checking in on you. You giggled and laid on top of him happily sighing, burying your face in his neck.

“Wait- who is watching Henry?” You asked softly, peering up at him curiously, you knew he hated leaving his grandson in anyone's care. Nicolas groaned and held you against his chest, burying his nose into your hair.

“I left him with the neighbor, called in a favor, he's fine, probably tearing up the poor son of a bitches house as we speak.”

#yandere #yandere gilf #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #yandere oc #yandere fic #yandere male #bunny yaps #yandere oc x reader

[slashingdisneypasta]

Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader || Reactions

Reacting to: Someone at the store thinking that they're your grandparent- rather then your S/O. (Just something funny I was considering for Inkubus but decided to just do for all of them ^^ XD 😅)

Characters Included: The gilfs of the fandom 😅 ? I'm thinking 50 years and above. Captain Spaulding, Drayton Sawyer, Granny Boone, Inkubus, Jedidiah Sawyer, Luda Mae Hewitt, Mayor Buckman, Mental Manny / Manual Dyer, Peepaw Michael Myers, Norman Nordstrom, Otis B. Driftwood, Pamela Voorhees, Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr, Stuart Lloyd, the Taxidermist / Walter Harris and Winslow Foxworth Coltrane.

Warnings: Major age difference, bad language, sexual references, a really awkward misunderstanding...

Captain Spaulding: Spaulding's a pretty good sport about it XD In fact, he kinda enjoys it. Cuz then he gets to rub it in the persons face what a young, hot thing he's got going here with you and what- what did you say you had again?? Nothin'?? Yeahh, that's what I thought. Fuck right off, why dontcha?

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton goes so red and is about to blow his top. He gets enough shit from his brothers over this! He does not need one more moron bothering him about it! Fuck off! *Grabs you by the arm and storms off*

Granny Boone: "... Grandma, huh? Alright then!~ " *Turns to you* "Come here, sweetie, give grandmother a kiss~ " She's about to ruin that guys whole career 😅😅😅

Inkubus: Inkubus is not amused. Grandpa?? Absolutely not, no. He'll correct the person in the most embarrassing way possible.

Jedidiah Sawyer: Jed does not care at all 😅😅 The only person who's opinion matters to him is yours, so who cares if this guy thinks he's your grandpa? Fine then, he's your grandpa. So go and mow the lawn for him while he sits on the porch and has a sweet tea.

Luda Mae Hewitt: She's is gonna tear that guy a new one. Calling her old?? Son of a bitch, where is that persons manners?? She should set her damn sons on him.

Mayor Buckman: Sorry, Buckman cannot answer this question. He's too busy choking.

Mental Manny / Manual Dyer: Manny loves to correct people. He's got the biggest smile on his face as he goes oh you're mistaken- this is my beautiful partner. A little young, sure, but we sure don't mind~ Oh sweetheart, I think we're going be late for our dinner reservations. Shall we?

Peepaw Michael Myers: Like Jed he struggles to give a shit. Who cares??? He knows that he's not your grandfather and you know he's not your grandfather- that's all that matters. He doesn't care... but he does enjoy giving you a big kiss, with tongue, later when the guy sees you both again. He's a gremlin.

Norman Nordstrom: ... what? Norman is pissed at this idea, he hates it. He feels like a digusting predator (*cough* which he is, though not because you like him ^^) and it hits close to home. He's going to need you to set it straight.

Otis B. Driftwood: "... Ha! Okay, pal, check this out." He'll say, then turn around and basically make out with you right there in front of the guy. Otis is not amused at the poor insinuation and takes it out with lewd efficiency.

Pamela Voorhees: Again- not amused. As far as she's concerned, this total stranger has no business making disgusting insinuations about the two of you, anyway. So she'll ruthlessly take them down a notch with her words- and sweet smile.

Sheriff Hoyt / Charlie Hewitt Jr: "... you think you're funny? No I ain't their fucken grandpa. Didn't your bitch momma ever teach you to mind your business? Oh don't you worry, I can do it for her." Just- my friend- just keep him from taking out the damn shot gun.

Stuart Lloyd: "... oh... uh... n-no, actually- " Stuart forces himself to stutter through a quick explanation- but he wants to crawl into a whole and die (:

Taxidermist / Walter Harris: Gets the nervous giggles 😅😅😅 Doesn't correct them.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Annnnd Foxy loves it XD He was already one kinky mother fucker- you can use this as foreplay. Let him smack your ass while they're still looking but call you 'Hon' or 'Sweetie'- he finds it funny and hot in equal measures.

#Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader Reactions #Older!Horror Villains x Younger!Reader #Horror Villains x Reader Reactions #Horror Villains x Reader #Winslow Foxworth Coltrane #Foxy Coltrane #Walter Harris #Stuart Lloyd #Sheriff Hoyt #Charlie Hewitt #Charlie Hewitt Jr #Pamela Voorhees #Otis B Driftwood #Norman Nordstrom #Michael Myers #Peepaw Michael Myers #Mental Manny #Manual Dyer #Mayor Buckman #Luda Mae Hewitt #Jedidiah Sawyer #Granny Boone #Inkubus #Drayton Sawyer #Captain Spaulding #x Reader #Reactions #Horror Villains #Slashers

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You deserve it (Kenpachi Zaraki x reader)

AN: I’ve been planning on writing this since last November and decided to write it for Valentine’s Day. A like,reblog/comment would be appreciated!

I really really hope you enjoy reading it ❤️🫣

Warning: grammar, big meat GILF, slow burn to SMUT

Today is Valentines Day and it’s not often talked about or celebrated in soul society. While there may be some team members in the 13 division that are in a (secret) relationship, you aren’t opposed to the idea that they don’t do anything on this special day.

At least that’s what you think. Your boyfriend, Kenpachi Zaraki. Captain of the most rowdy and bloodthirsty division out of the 13 divisions, doesn’t give a rats ass about the special day. He grew up nameless, ignored and never loved. He had to survive on his own on the streets in Rukongai. So what does it mean to him?

You’ve been dating Kenny for a year and half now and you had a flashback of last year’s Valentine’s Day when he made it clear that fighting, sleeping and eating is the only thing that matters to him. Him only.

Of course, he wouldn’t say that to you though. You’re the closest thing he’s ever had to know what love is; he’s slowly opening up to you too.

Plus, he’s not that selfish. What you two did last year was eat BBQ at a restaurant, came home, fucked and that’s was it. It was his idea so you couldn’t hate him for it. I mean It’s the thought that counts, right? since sex is always good with Kenny.

But…

You want to do something different for the both of you. Something truly deserving and hot. Just to show him that there’s more than just BBQ and fucking fighting his men.

So. While Kenny was still away on his mission with his team somewhere in the world of the living to fight some weak hollows, you walked to his division after your shift ended in squad 4.

By the time you got to his barracks, you decided to prepare dinner first and then get to the other things that will make this day special for the two of you. Which you are so excited about.

It’s 4pm. You’re cutting the meat and placing them in the frying pan along with other condiments. You decided to cook his favorite deep fried chicken katsudon with spicy sushi,rice and mixed veggies. A big man like him needs his protein you think to yourself.

While the food was cooking you took a shower, put on a red satin robe and went to decorate his bland bedroom. You placed a sheet on the futon, a mat next to it and some essential oils on the side, and then candles on the dresser and a trail of petals to the futon. His room should look like this all the time you think to yourself.

“Good.” You clapped after you looked around the now dim lit bedroom satisfied. you looked at the time. 5:10pm. “He going to be home soon” you said and got up to set the dinner table in his kitchen. “He’s gonna love it” you smiled; feeling proud of yourself for the work you put in.

The front sliding door opens harshly that you quickly turned your head, placing your hand on your chest to ease your heartbeat from the direction the loud sound came from.

Kenny looks up after taking of his sandals and notices the kitchen light is on before his nostrils took in the smell of food.

“Oi…y/n?” He said with his rough voice. You walked out the kitchen to the big man who feels relieved that you’re here. He eyes you in your red satin robe. You stood your toes to give him a quick kiss. “How was work, love?”

“Hah! Too easy.” He placed his big hands around your waist. “I got bored of killing those feeble bastards I almost wanted to fight my men after the mission. A bunch of squabbling hens. Heh.”

You giggled. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t do that. Otherwise, I would’ve been disappointed in you for not coming home sooner.” You looked at him coyly.

“Hah?” He looks down at you curiously. “ Oi, What the hell are you talking about,y/n?” He said as if he did something wrong. Still holding on to your waist.

“Don’t you know what day it is?” You lifted an eyebrow. Kenny looks at you with a blank expression but also getting impatient due to the smell of food in the kitchen. “You’re on your period?”

“NO!” You smacked his shoulder lightly. You rolled your eyes and took his big hand into your small hand and walked to the kitchen. He sees a big red ballon with a caption, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“Huh? Why didn’t just say that?” He looks down at you now blank face. Before you could even protest, Kenny easily lifted you up and kissed you passionately. Feeling his chapped lips against your soft lips made you forget what you were going to say. You smiled and looked at each other.

“Sorry, babe.” He whispered as he put you down.

You giggled. “Sit down. I made your favorite dish. With lots of vegetables” you said as you walked to the stove and grabbed two plates.

He sits down and looks at you. Admiring your body covered in that red robe. When you turned around and leaned to place yours and his plate and the big pan in the middle of the small dinner table, he notices your perky nipples against the fabric. Especially when you sat down.

And The both of you begin to eat.

“ Shit tastes good, babe” he says as he mouths down the meat. You notice his veggies are still on the side. Cold and ignored.

“Eat your vegetables, Zaraki .” You glare at him.

"Yeah? Or what?" he taunts.

“Then there won’t be any seconds…and dessert.” Still glaring at him.

There's a growl. He doesn’t like it when you call his name. A dangerous, throaty growl that would make most flee in terror. You meet that growl with a smile and a teasing glitter in your eyes, and the growl just . . .stopped. The Kenpachi grunts, then grins.

After dinner, the two of you clean up and leave the dishes in the sink. you tell him to go take a shower in order for you to prepare for the next course you didn’t tell him about. Dessert.

Kenny leaves the bathroom and walks to his bedroom with nothing but a towel hanging low on his hips and his big muscles still a bit wet “Hah?”

You are sat on the floor, your legs are on the side; sitting next to the futon and you look up at him. “Kenny,come lay down here” you whisper. He’s speechless but still walks towards you. “Heh! Oi, is this for me, y/n?” He grins.

“Do you really want to find out?” You eye him with impending lust. “I might.” His tone is low, a gravelly purr”

He kneels down and kisses your lips and then lies down on his back.

You sit on your knees, your eyes look at him and down to his deep V. Your cheeks feels warm and He purrs deeply; he takes the chance to untie the towel but you stop him.

“Wait. Leave it to me, Kenny.” You said as you held onto his wrist. He submits and crosses his arms and puts them behind his head.

Still blushing, you look to your side where the essential oils are on the floor: Rosemary and lavender.

You pour the lavender oil onto your hands, rubbed them together until it was warm and started massaging his big neck.

His eyes now closed. You observe how big and long his neck is; tracing your fingers were his veins are until both hands worked it’s way up to his jawline and down to his collarbone.

Kenny’s heavy breathing tells you that he liked it so you do it again and again until you poured some oil in your hands and started on his pectorals. “Mmm…” he groans and exhales. You watch him in pure joy as your thighs are squeezing each other.

“You’re enjoying it more than me, Kenny.” You said breathily as the tip of your fingers rub his nipples slowly. “Yeah Y/n…” he says and opens his eyes to look up at you while your hands move down to his abs - to his happy trail and deep V.

The sounds of the oil rubbing on his skin fills the room which made you suddenly feel needy for him. So you opened your red robe only revealing your chest. His eyes widen at your perky nipples. one hand strayed up to fondle your breast and his big thumb slowly rubbing the already hardened nipple.

You lean into his hot touch and smiled. “Mmm…” You moaned while still massaging his abs. Feeling aroused like he isn’t already is, he rubs your nipple with his thumb in a circular and slow motion to get more out of you. Which he successfully did because you bring his thumb up to your mouth and brought it down to rub it on your nipples.

“Damn, baby.” He eyes you when you pour oil in between your breasts, the liquid trailing down to your nipples and stomach. You lift his forearm and started massaging it there. Up and down while feeling his veins on your fingers. He gazes at your breast; Shiny and oily.

You smile at his reaction and lift his forefinger and suck it leaving him speechless. Your tongue dancing around it while looking at him.

You giggle and lean down to kiss him as you brought your hands to massage his pecs. You feel his tongue asking for permission and you gladly opened your mouth and felt his tongue dance with yours.

After a moment, you break the kiss and fully removed your robe. Pouring more oil all over your chest and stomach, you moved from your spot and straddled him. His hands automatically on your waist, he rubs the oil all over your waist and stomach and eyes down your pussy.

“Y/n. You didn’t have to do all of this for me. Hehe” he said.

“Are you getting impatient, Ken?” You whisper as you leaned down and rubbed your breast on his chest. He feels your hard nipples against his and moans. That shut him up. You smiled and licked his nipples. “Y/n…” he hissed.

“I want to make you feel good, love. You deserve it.” You said hoping to convince him that he needs to relax from his bloodthirsty self. To slow down a bit.

You moved down to his big long legs and massaged it while you untie his towel covering your “grand prize”. There was already a hard imprint of it - the moment you massaged his forearm earlier.

Your hand begins strokes his long cock and you hear him groan; encouraging you to rub the tip with your thumb until your mouth covers it entirely. “Mmm..” you said as your tongue swirls around. Kenny bites his lip and starts breathing very heavily. Hearing his voice made you put his cock between your breast and continue sucking him.

Feeling impatient you straddle him again with your hands on his oiled chest and start rubbing his cock against your pussy. You closed your eyes to focus only on the sensation meanwhile he was looking at the action down there.

After a few minutes, Kenny sits up with both hands behind him and sucks your nipple which made you even more wetter.

“ Unh…Kenny.” You wrap your arms around his neck and watch him suck while you’re grinding on him. “Oi.” He said looking at you. “I’ve got a better idea.”

“Hm?” You eyed him curiously while grinding on him.

“Turn around.” You submit to him and He helps you by lifting you up due to how slippery the two of you are. And now your facing his cock and your ass is facing his face. With this new position, without warning, Kenny grabs your hips close to his mouth and slowly slides his tongue all around your pussy lips and then flicks your clit.

“Mmph!” Was all you could say due to the quick sensation. Toes curling and feeling his hot tongue lightly suck your clit made you lean down and had you seeing stars. You grind down on his tongue, roll your hips against the warm appendage. “O-ooh fuck” you said breathlessly - leaning your head to the side on his deep v.

You managed to stroke him with enough “strength” in the midst of him eating you out. “Mmm…you taste good, baby” he says slowly licking your cunt and went straight to slurping it loudly.

The sounds are so vulgar that you couldn’t do anything except close your eyes and take it until a loud slap on your ass made you squeal and lean up a bit.

You quickly started riding down on his tongue. “A-agh..unh…Ken..ny”. His grip on your hips is tight to keep you steady as you you rode out your first orgasm.

“ Ahhhh!” You started to see white and your mouth watered as you ride it out; so fast that you can hear the wet sounds of his tongue and your juice slapping on his big tongue. And he drinks it.

Seconds later, your wet pussy is throbbing in front of his eyes which made him a chuckle. “Hehehe…look at that” he said as he slapped your ass again. You squealed and turned around and kissed him - tasting your self from his tongue while your hand went down in between to take his cock and put it inside of you.

He grunts and helps you puts it inside slowly and slowly starts to thrust into you. His hips meeting yours; your kisses are messy and breathless. “Ahhh…” you said as you lift your head up, mouth shaped like an “o”. He hits the perfect spot.

Wet sounds from the oil and from your pussy fills the candle lit room again and the both of you are in bliss. Kenny’s looking at you, how beautiful you look above him, taking him so well. “That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good.” The sounds of your wet pussy is music to his ears. “Mmm… shit. You’re pussy’s taking me so well.” He hissed and slaps your ass now that both of his hands are placed on it.

His cock brushes your g-spot that it made you see stars and clenched him. Exhaling on his face, your hands sliding up and down his oiled chest due to his pace. “Fuck ye..s Kenny” your glassy eyes looks at him and you caress his hard cheek. “Oh god..Kenny you feel so good” you smiled and kissed him passionately.

The sounds of bucking, squelching, and skin slapping turns you into a hot mess. His cock feels so good inside you, rubbing against your g-spot.

Kenny raises his hands and caresses your breasts and sucks one of your nipples passionately. “Mmph…Kenny” you moaned before your stomach turns inward. You start to feel your second climax coming as he changes his pace starts grinding in a circular motion that his deep V rubs your clit.

He felt you clench. He looks up at you and grins, “That’s it,baby. Cum for me” he starts bucking into you fast. He looks at you with intent - only focused on the feeling of your pussy and your face because you couldn’t voice your thoughts properly.

He starts thrusts harder until his mouth opens slowly, breathing hard into your face, feeling you clench him endlessly. “Oh shit. Shit, that’s it, baby” he hissed and groaned loudly; holding your waist tightly to anchor you. Looking at his cock filling you and then looks up at you breathlessly.

Louder bucking and skin slapping sounds fills his and your ears until he grunts; he loses control of his strokes as you started to tremble uncontrollably, pulsating around him. “Oooooh.!” you said out loud and losing the feeling of your legs.

Your eyes closed, you held your breath and placed both hands on his shoulders. “Oh fuck Y/n...uhghh!” He says shakily. you’re squirting on him as he reached his climax. He groans and cums inside you while still thrusting in you. His cock covered with yours and his white fluids while riding out his climax slowly and smacks your ass.

“Ugh…” he said exhausted and drops his head on the pillow. “Y/n…” he drops his legs on the mat and rubs your back.

“Mmm…” Breathless and still pulsating, he pulls out of you. You managed lift your head to kiss him once more before laying your head on his sweaty and oily chest again. “Sigh…Kenny. I love you.” You said blinking with glassy eyes.

“Heh. I love you too, y/n.” He said breathlessly. His big arm wraps around your waist. “I’m gonna grab another plate in a few.

You snort. His weird quirk after sex: Food. You sighed and smiled.

I owe rangiku for borrowing her essential oils.

#kenpachi zaraki #zaraki kenpachi #kenpachi zaraki x reader #zaraki kenpachi x reader #bleach #bleach imagines #bleach headcanons #bleach scenarios #bleach tybw #bleach x reader #anime #manga #bleach smut #bleach x you #fave #bleach fic #bleach fandom

[ciderwitch]

Mhm mhm *throws kink HCS at you*

🔞 MDNI as usual because I'm a menace

For Boss Emmet Boss Ingo separately (maybe next I could do Officer Nanu and Gym Leader Kabu. Gilf Edition)

Warning! This is horny and also long. TW: Overstim, Kink themes. Not complete by any means but some I could imagine them enjoying.

Boss Emmet

Daddy/Master Kink. I know it. You know it. He knows it. The first time you let either slip out of your mouth it's over.

Cock-warming, though it surprises him as much as you. You both discover it when you jokingly wish you could just hang out with his cock in you and... Yeah. Tease him too much and it might turn into something else, though.

He loves manhandling and being stronger than his S/O. He enjoys pinning you down, wrestling for control, and just holding you up in general. You're whimpers are just so cute when he fucks you against the wall!

Overstimulation/Begging/Desperation for sure. He's not sure why, but something about the way you squirm away when he's nailing you too much, too deep! makes him absolutely feral.

He hates when you're sad, but the way you cry when he's pressed behind your prone form and just slamming his fat cock into your hole as you're forced to cum around him for the fourth time? He's addicted.

He's the same in reverse, however. He would love it just as much if his partner wanted to top him in the same ways. Tell him no, that he has to watch you without touching or even just manhandle him into a good position and watch him nearly weep from desperation to fuck you.

Also he would love to be your horny puppy mistress.

Dirty talk and says the nastiest shit. Would corner you in the subway and put his hand between your legs and just let loose, waiting until you were practically grinding into his hand to walk away with a wide smile and tip of his hat. His lack of intonation just makes it sound so casual, the jerk!

Praise kink. Call him your good boy, all yours, or "my Emmet" and he's yours forever. Tell him you love him and he crumbles. Will immediately turn rough Emmet into soft Emmet because he really is soft inside. He's also just addicted to you.

Boss Ingo

Him and Emmet really share most of kinks, but like certain things a little more than the other.

Ingo likes free use, for example. Only at home and only if it's you, but something about you just pushing him down on the couch and taking your pleasure from him without a care makes him a desperate flushed mess. Knowing he's always at your service drives him wild. (Emmet likes the idea but is not nearly patient enough for this) Cock-warming ties into this for him. It's so casually intimate that it makes him blush.

Praise kink like Emmet, but if you praise him during sex he will fuck you even harder. Will talk endlessly about how he loves you, how good you feel, how perfect you are. He could probably get off untouched from praise alone. He moans like a whore and will apologize, but if you praise him for it it will help his confidence.

Breeding kink. Emmet shares this one a bit, but Ingo loses his mind at the idea of marking you up inside, filling you in a way only he can, and claiming you as his. It's less about making a family with you (although that excites him, too) but more about the little possessive joy it brings him to know you're his in that way. The cum kink is a bonus. He finds it dirty, so if you desire it you have to assure him you're okay with it.

If you gently dom and dote on him he will never be able to recover. Take your time to get comfortable together, tell him what a good boy he is while jacking him off and teasing him ever-so-much will have him putty in your hands. Soft loving sex really is the way he prefers it.

That said... He loves having sex in the office or on the train. He has a slight voyeur streak but would never want to share your beautiful body with anyone else in such a way. He won't do anything with other people around like Emmet might but he would fuck you against his the office window.

Absolutely debilitating domesticity kink. Wants to be your man so, so, so bad. Happy Malewife.

#ingo #imagine #pokemon x reader smut #submas ingo #submas smut #submas emmet #submas headcanon #tw overstimulation #tw kink #submas #submas x reader #submas x reader smut #🚇

[perelka-l]

(Drayton really calls Hassel danna??!) hey I've been wondering, besides the Kitakami siblings do you have any other Drayton ships particularly at the forefront of your thots recently? Like for me, I'm thinking of an AU where Drayton graduates (lol) and while interning under Raihan they naturally start hooking up. Or maybe while in Galar he also dates Bea who sorta reminds him of Kieran bc of her love of sweets and hardworking discipline.

And actually, while I'm asking, any other Kieran ships too?

YEAH!!!! (I am a bit sad this didn't carry over to eng version... He's calling him master Hassel in my heart ;w;)

On a Drayton shippy note, let's start with that: bratty Drayton/trying to resist good teacher Hassel? But both are Dragons and Hassel kind of gives into his instincts and get to teach Drayton a lesson to not do it again (Drayton is a very bad student though and an even worse dragon).

(Drayton graduating sure is an AU xD)

Aside from Kitakami students, I like to consider that Drayton absolutely has a Thing for cute freshmen and such case is Crispin who, and that's a Drayster take, is a perfect wife material. Attentive, will cook for you, is a cute shota, what more can a guy want from life? (It's not very serious of a relationship but Drayton deeply appreciates he can just swoop in and demand comfort and get some in an instant, 10/10, Crispin would be a perfect wife.)

Back home, there is ofc Iris for sweet sweet incestuous angst plus I think they would be really cute together. Drayton definitely has plenty of unsatisfied big bro instincts (Kyoodaaaaii) so there is that.

And yeah, I did mention his massive grandpa issues. Like, you can't look me in the face and tell me he wouldn't jump Drayden given a glimpse of a chance. Like, Drayden is a hot gilf and I bet that bisexual awakening for Drayster has arrived pretty much the second he looked at his grandfather the moment he started to feel any sort of attraction. He has issues. He just wants to bury his head in those giant packs and get hugged by those strong arms (like he surely saw Drayden carry dragons arround, that would make any sane person salivate), he doesn't have normal issues, he has grandfather issues. (This one is heavily impacted by a series of comics from JP twitter on which younger Drayton sleeps around with older white-haired man and doesn't care about who they are and where they come from - if that's not Drayden, he really doesn't care.)

On that note, he'd Pay Attention around Drake (muscular dragon gilf with admirable facial hair and sweet bonus of having his tits out? Bruh.)

One more that comes to my mind is him and Benga. I feel like they are of at least similar age, so they could be buds when teens and before Drayton went to BB... I deeply enjoy the thought that they could so contrast in undertaken paths! Drayton is a slacker and went as far as he could (namely, BB Championship) and just left it at that, he's in his comfort spot. Benga always aims to go higher, to become better, things like championship of little to no meaning to him. At the same time, they have such nice contrasting visuals, Benga feeling more natural, more attuned to nature (he carries stuff to make fire on his back gdi) while Drayton is more modern. Kind of a theming matching to Unova lads, plus Benga has some Dragon theming surrounding him, he pretty much only has (and gives out) dragons when you ignore his Volcarona lol

In terms of Kieran... Crispin also comes to mind, it's the shota magic~ Plus they are classmates, so I feel like they could have plnty of excuses to come close.

Tbh nothing else comes to my mind, I blame that entirely on Drayton being a whore lol

#answers #anon #anonymous #umm do itag #aw heck lessgo #trainer drayton #elite four drayton #raihan also sounds nice......... /fujo trash sowwy #nothing else comes to my brain atm maybe ther eis more but i dont remember now hh

[bellafragolina]

I would like to request headcanons. Piers, Hau, and Emmet (all separate) with a s/o who was from a different region than theirs. (For example, Piers with a s/o from Alola, Hau with a s/o from Unova, and Emmet with a s/o from Galar)

i'm not gonna lie to you i read Hau and was like hell yeah gilf lovers but then i realized the grandpa is Hala and i apologize to everyone

🍓🍓🍓

Piers:

Piers thinks it interesting that you're from a different region, one that's so sunny and hot, compared to Galar's cooler climate. He teases you about getting cold easily, but on the flip side thinks you're nuts for wearing a sweater on the greatest heatwave in a century (buddy, it's like 70 degrees F / 21 degrees C??).

Piers likes hearing all the phrases that you brought from Alola. You say "Alola" as hello, along with your wave, you say "yeah" a lot and call everyone "cousin" and Piers thinks it's the cutest thing. He's this close to writing a song about it, but wants to keep your cuteness to himself at the same time. He'll write one just for your ears only, he thinks, listening to you ramble away about some funny story from childhood

If you have an Alolan specific Pokémon, he's very interested in them. He's especially curious of the Alolan variations of Pokémon he already knows about. Show him a Alolan Dugtrio and you will witness the first and only time that Piers has laughed himself to tears. Don't worry about the Pokémon, though. They know they're fabulous. It's Piers you should worry about; he's about to bust a gut

Hau:

Hau is too excited that you're from a different region, especially one so different to his. He begs you to tell him everything you know about Unova. It's all so foreign to him, so he thinks anything you tell him is the coolest thing every. It's cute, how starry-eyed he gets hearing about things as simple as the pizza ratata on the subway. You want to take him one day, just to see his reaction, but you'll save that for when you both are older and more experienced with Pokémon

Hau wants to battle you all the time. You being from a different region means you must have different ideas for strategies! And Hau wants to become stronger, so please teach him what you know! You spend a lot of time training together, then taking time off to get malasadas as you relax on the beach. Hau enjoys this time with you, more than he enjoys the taste of malasadas, which is a lot

If you have Unovan Pokémon with you, Hau is on his knees, eager to bond with them. Their novelty enthralls him, and they mean a lot to you, so he wants to befriend them as well. He's especially interested in your Beedrill, but warns you to keep it out of Guzma's sight. Don't need the big bad boss harassing you over seeing your cool bug

Emmet:

Emmet thinks you're the funniest thing since slapstick. He loves how properly you speak, and the little phrases you say. They're nothing like anything he hears in Unova, especially Nimbasa (where everyone speaks like they're from Brooklyn), so you're a refreshing and amusing change of pace. Emmet could listen to you talk for hours, and he wants to as well! You talk him right to sleep most nights

He wants to know everything about the train systems in Galar, he knows you have them. If you're not that knowledgable about them, he's sitting you down for you both to do a deep dive into the subject. He wants to open a battle subway there too, or maybe just a battle train? Will you help him if he does? You could be one of the trainers that other trainers have to beat to get to him. Make him sleep on the couch for not including you as one of the final bosses

If you have an Galarian Pokémon, he wants to battle with them. It doesn't matter if they're on your or his team, he wants to see them in action. In fact, should you bring him an Applin, explaining the significance of the little Pokémon, you'll get to see Emmet smile so wide while crying at the same time while also trying to kiss you and it to death. He loves you so much!!

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this was fun! the different pokémon that populate the different regions would intrigue the boys to no end in different ways, yet the same ways as well. it was fun to think about!!

have a good night, everyone!

~Renee

#sorry this is so late i did not sleep last night haha i am dying #piers x reader #hau x reader #emmet x reader #submas x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[maphel-n-doodles]

For the prompts, may I please request 'Butsutaji - New Year'? Thank you so much. 🙏 Your art is phenomenal!

Following the art associated with this piece, I'd like to say a few things and make a few shout outs to friends involved in the process. This ask consumed my month, always in the background and always cause for a good long chuckle.

First, a nod to @nevrat, who appropriately roasted and made fun of my ass when I first found out what "Butsutaji" was. I made the mistake of reading it as though it was the name of a tradition and not in fact just two angry gilfs going to town on each other. Nev is also the sweetheart who suggested I make this into my own New Year's tradition, which I will be sticking to wholeheartedly. (I am a man who commits to the bit.)

Then to you, WBY, because this both prompted me to reach out, but also to spark a friendship that is, to me, fascinating and great to be in. You're such a delightful person and I'm glad I can call you a friend.

@magnolian-gold, my fiance, for being disgustingly sweet even when joining Nev in on roasting me. (Still fair. I goofed so hard on this one.) This year has been both exciting and confusing. I started it off a disgruntled Dragon Age fan, idling in my little corner with little to do. Now, as we end it, I'm neck deep in Naruto and enjoying myself thoroughly. The Founders corner of the fandom is truly spectacular, full of talented and passionate authors and artists, and the people are generally respectful if not immediately kind. (I've met very few people who are rude, mind you!) Anyways, Butsutaji shall now be my New Year's tradition, just to keep with the prompt and also stick to the bit.

#butsutaji #writhingbeneathyou #ask #winter prompt #art prompt #I get very teary eyed thinking about how many people i've met and spoken with just because of the Founders fandom #like there are so many of you #you're all wonderful and unhinged in the best of ways #really helped me get through this month #I still can't believe the work i've been inspired to do since joining the fandom #let alone the fact I actually talk to people instead of immediately shying away

[lady-phasma]

Auntie, Auntie, Auntie! *tugs your sleeve*

You did such a stellar job of describing Aemond’s pubes that I now must implore you to tell us all about Daemon’s little pubey triangle.

Why do the carpets not match the drapes? Do you think that hair stretches all the way to his taint and up to his asshole? Does he manscape? Has he ever painfully laced his short and curlies into his breeches? What do they smell like? What do they feel like? Enquiring minds need to know.

I am so glad you enjoyed that. Daemon's situation is a bit more complex. I'm marking this mature for the gif below the cut. Here goes.

Daemon's pubes... where to begin? For those who don't know, it is canon that the carpets don't match the drapes. I made this incredibly unhinged gif for science:

you are welcome

I'll get the manscaping out of the way because I think not. Daemon is vain but not in this area. He knows that this glorious bush doesn't distract from what he's packing. He most likely has, how did you so eloquently state it, "painfully laced his short and curlies into his breeches." He certainly would if he's lacing up in a hurry.

They aren't the silvery blonde like most Targaryen pubes because of a recessive gene. Maybe it's a bit of a sore subject for him, given how proud he is of his Targaryen heritage. As "close" as these family members are he most likely knows which side of the family it comes from. Unfortunately, I can't hazard a guess. He embraces how masculine this plush carpet is even though it doesn't match his glorious mane.

Now for the good stuff. Their fragrance depends, of course, on how soon after bathing you decide to bury your face into them. Fresh out of the water they have a deep musky smell that makes your head spin. If he just hopped off Caraxes and you were lucky enough to get a whiff it would be a combination of brimstone, leather, and that sweet, sweet man stank.

While you're down there, and certainly Daemon would let you take your time to admire, you would find that the darker hair is a bit coarse. There's also the occasional grey hair in the mix, he wouldn't be a gilf without them. Thick, tight curls at the base of his majestic cock, that thin out a bit near the crease of his thighs. He doesn't have much on his lower belly but that's compensated by the amount that continues to the back.

I'm frankly surprised you didn't ask about his balls. There his hair is, thankfully, thick. Not the sparse, patchy hair that you might imagine. Although not as plush as what he sports above it's still pleasing to the touch (of your fingers or tongue). Yes, of course his taint has a lovely dusting of dark brown hair.

Perhaps unfortunately, his asshole isn't exempt. If you've read my Aemond ask then you'll know pooping isn't polite. Unlike his nephew, Daemon partakes in this unseemly act. If you are curious here are my headcanon sources: his asshole specifically and his privy habits. If I had to read them you do too. I can't bring myself to go into detail about that but I do think Daemon appreciates being clean. He may have to pay more attention to cleanliness precisely because of his hair situation. If he's just stepped out of the bath and was in the mood, he would love to have your face buried between his cheeks. There's not so much hair that it would be a distraction.

#this was impossible to write without actually blushing and laughing #please don't read this matt I am so so sorry #what is my life #daemon #hotd #house of the dragon #unhinged mutuals #team westerosi asses #team westerosi bush

[jhuzen]

Your playing HSR now right?? Soooo...

Who we simping for?

Honkai Star Rail? More like Welt Star Rail me I'llseemyselfout

-Morax

yes morax anon!!! and i’m enjoying it. the xianzhou men are my absolute favorites, no surprises since i’ve been thirsty over jing yuan, blade, and dan heng; one of which is a spoiler i think, so i won’t mention it until the story updates for everyone. though i’m willing to bet some on twitter have already seen what /he/ looks like as a *****n, hsr leaks are fast and i think just as worse as genshin’s 💀

also u’re simping for old man welt?? LMAAAOOO. i get ya tho. same. but looking at welt rn as a honkai player makes me feel like i’m looking at my grandpa SHJADJKD— he’s a gilf alright 😭

#i beg you morax anon #when the *****n ver. of him comes out #give me your best brain rot and i will write it for you #join me in my walk from simping for zhongzhong to him 💀 #joozhenju’s dumbass answers

[glamatron3000]

I enjoy your art really much and it was such a surprise at the husband polls! Really sad that Rung got eliminated, but we still got Ratchet in the race! Go GILF squad!!!

P.S: Does Drift also count as a GILF? He's also roughly the same age as Ratchet. Or does the vibe matter more 😂

Aaaw, tysm! Even though my favorite husbands have mostly been eliminated, this has been really fun and helped me really get back into the swing of doing art again. Looks like hard deadlines really do help ADHD brains be more productive lol

See, that's the thing... Drift is absolutely old enough to be a GILF, but he comes across as so sunny and bubbly that his vibes are really young, if you get what I mean? Like, I wouldn't fight anyone who would call him a GILF, because they're technically right, but it just feels off, y'know?

Now Cyclonus is definitely a GILF. He's about as old as Kup himself and has the signature crotchety-ness that is common among your classic GILF.

#glam talk #glam mail

[saviourkingslut]

10 27 37 for fe asks!!

ok first of all sorry for answering this ask 30000 years late but question 37 threw me for a loop a bit and i wanted to give you a proper answer so here we go lmao

10. A character you find underrated?

i mean ig ive said it before but rodrigue and also hanneman, tho for different reasons. i think that rodrigue gets vilified by a large part of the fandom bc of things felix says abt him as a traumatised and emotionally stunted teenager that aren't actually true - but people tend to take him at his word and so rodrigue gets cast as the classic bad fire emblem dad when he's actually one of the more supportive and involved fathers on the entire 3h cast.

hanneman's an old guy to the point that he's more gilf than dilf and also a total side character which by default makes him uninteresting to most people in fandom, plus he's kind of shit as a unit gameplay wise. however 1) i think he's hot 2) he has some very interesting supports where he gets to be a caring and dependable mentor or father figure (marianne) but that still allow him his own character growth and to look at things from new perspectives despite his age and experience (like his chain w/ lysithia).

27. Any fanfics/fan content you'd recommend? (You can plug your own stuff it's fine)

oohhh i am completely obsessed with The Lion and the Bear by notallbees. it's a dimivain fic in which sylvain, felix and ingrid all grew up with lambert, though lambert still died and they protect dimitri now. this is from the summary:

Sylvain ran his gaze over Dimitri and laughed under his breath. "You've grown again."

"Not on purpose," Dimitri said, and smiled when his words made Sylvain laugh. "I am so glad you've come. How was your journey? Will you be staying long?"

Sylvain grinned, holding up his hands in surrender. "One question at a time, lad," he said, then paused and glanced around them. "Forgive my manners," he said, taking a step back so that he could offer Dimitri a subtle bow, inclining his head and shoulders. "Your Royal Highness."

WEAK for the 'lad' dynamic. anyway most of the story takes place at gautier, where dimitri goes with sylvain alone to be with his favourite person in the world celebrate his birthday. i am crying shaking sobbing every time i read this fic (and i re-read it a lot). the chemistry and comradery and tenderness between sylvain and dimitri is so beautiful, i just can't get over it. the way their relationship grows and the writing itself, it's just gorgeous. full disclosure: dimitri is 16 in this fic whereas sylvain is probably in his late 30s or early 40s, and a lot of their relationship is centred around an 'older mentor/younger protégé' dynamic that might make people uncomfortable. im absolutely enchanted with it every time i read it, however, and though i am an age gap and mentor/protégé relationship enjoyer, i don't usually go in for the underage stuff, so maybe? give it a try?

other than that i also really enjoyed Survivor's Burden by lalabelle, a dimiclaude fic that takes place right after gronder. i'll put the summary here:

Claude had plans. Plans to turn the tides, to end this horrific war of attrition that has been going on for far too long. To convince the Faerghus army to work together, to combine their efforts to take down the Adrestian army and end this senseless war once and for all. Then he sees Dimitri.

He’s a monster, a mess, and a beast of a man. He’s violent and unpredictable and indiscriminate in his slaughter, working through the field like a man possessed, the strength of the crest of Blaiddyd coursing through his veins. They never stood a chance.

this is a fic in which dimitri is very much 'feral', for lack of a better word, so if that's not your cup of tea i'd advise against it, but it isn't used to generate smut or anything. rather, claude decides to save dimitri and take him off of the battlefield and into the forest after which they have to flee into the forests, and then he has to try and keep the both of them alive. for most of the fic dimitri is in a very dark and deep place mentally, which means that he is somewhat primal in his interactions, but what i love about this fic is that despite being terrified and broken his protective and caring personality still shines through, trying to help claude out there in the wilderness. and in return claude tries his hardest to take care of dimitri, who ofc is pretty severly wounded after gronder. besides their characterisations it's again the slow development of their relationship that really makes me appreciate this fic so much, it feels very natural.

37. What's a weird theory or headcanon you have?

i really like fleshing out worldbuilding for adrestia, faerghus and leicester, especially with the help of historical nations and cultures. i like to think of leicester as a fusion between the italian city states in the late middle ages and the dutch republic. in my mind, their cities are a lot like venice or other northern italian cities such as firenze and siena. i envision the alliance as a country that is very centred on trade, and not just within fódlan - much like the italian city states and the dutch republic, which got their riches through trade! also it's canon that it's an alliance between different territories that don't always get along, which is textbook dutch republic. and the dutch republic had a very strong fleet for a while, which is also something that i imagine leicester to have.

faerghus is largely russian in my mind, because it's such a cold and harsh place to live - ive read 'russia and the russians' by geoffrey hoskings, and a lot of stuff about medieval russia can be copy-pasted right onto faerghus for how well it fits in-universe. like, russia might be huge, but it's cold and a lot of its land is actually kind of shit, agriculturally speaking, and obviously this has implications for the way people can live their lives! i always think of faerghans as especially hardened people, from peasants to knights, simply because of that background. these environmental circumstances also mean that faerghus does not have much to trade with, but is fódlan's main provider of wood and furs, much like scandinavia in the 1500s-1600s. in military (and feudal) terms i prefer to look to medieval and early modern france, however. i don't think faerghus would have a strong navy, because their only access to sea is to the north, but with their martial culture and focus on knights they would have a very strong standing army. i actually have a lot of thoughts on feudalism in fódlan as well but i won't get into that rn bc this post is already getting super long lmao

adrestia is not just an empire, but actively imperialistic, and so for me it is a mixture between nineteenth century great britain and nineteenth and twentieth century germany/prussia (which, come on guys, there's eagles on the adrestian flag too). there is something haughty about the way they view their culture and how the other two countries in fódlan are regarded that i feel fits very well with british attitudes towards, well, everything, in the 1800s. i also have some associations with ancient rome, partly because of the imperialism and the arrogance and partly because there's a bunch of neoclassical architecture on empire combat maps (still losing it at the amfitheatre tho). i think they'd both want to have a great army and a great navy, though their ships would not be as well-built as the leicester ones. they'd be big on trade overseas but since they have all the grain they need, it is more for luxury items than foodstuffs. i also think that part of their army would be drafted or made up of mercenaries (a very common historical practice!) to amass numbers, whereas faerghus' army is smaller (i think there's a significant difference in population numbers between faerghus and the other two countries) but qualitatively much better because of their martial culture.

#asks #LMAOOO I WENT OFF DIDN'T I #this is probably interesting to absolutely no one but since you asked #yea yea i ship hanneman w/ dorothea but if you take the platonic route their support is still great in the helpful father figure sense #long post #loooooong post

[cyancherub]

fandom crossover collab (upcoming) // temp m.list

make it nasty with two or more characters from different fandoms of your choice 😌 e.g. kakashi x reader x gojo

SO there are a lot of entries so far (thank you so much !! this kind of popped off as soon as i posted the idea which is insane!!!)

BUT i haven’t made the official collab post yet (LMAO), so i’m storing all the entries here under a readmore just to stay organized until i have the chance to make everything pretty and organized in the official collab post !! 

please feel free to join though !! just reply to this or send me an ask if you want to participate. i’m going to try to have the official collab post out by monday !!

MORE DETAILS:

due date will be in late january to give u time to enjoy the holidays (lmao)

ofc, to join be 18+ and all characters depicted must be 18+

I. ENTRIES

> THREESOMES

@/tteokdoroki // bakugou x reader x draken

@/katonshoko // bakugou x reader x baji

@/ingeniumswhore // bakugou x reader x sukuna

@/crikeygatormate // bakugou x reader x porco

@simpforsadbois // bakugou x reader x levi

@/lilithbasically // bakugou x reader x eren

@slxttygoddess // bakugou x reader x sanemi

@anubai // suna x reader x eren

@/anubai // draken x reader x iwaizumi

@/hisgoodpuppy // draken x reader x shinsou

@godbaji // draken x reader x geto

@/aka-yuki-no-hana // yuuji x reader x baji

@aka-yuki-no-hana // sukuna x reader x grimmjow

@/anadandere // yuuji x reader x kiri

@/sweetforlevi // bokuto x reader x reiner

@/semisgroupie // bokuto x reader x todo

@alicesfracturedmirror // kiri x reader x iwaizumi

@/nekomamiiz // kuroo x reader x gojo

@fushigurocockslut // kuroo x reader x dazai

@fushigurocockslut // chuuya x reader x oikawa

@/magicboytrash // izuku x reader x hinata

@/cherryackerman // izuku x reader x tanjirou

@awilddreamerwrites // izuku x reader x rengoku

@kisseswithkai // izuku x reader x yamaguchi

@/quirk-incarnate // levi x reader x roy mustang

@/nocturnalazura // shinsou x reader x tendou

@/nasti-bnha // uzui x reader x iida

@/touyas-peach // denki x reader x nishinoya

@/nanikoreeeh // shiggy x reader x mahito

@cupcake-rogue // tamaki amajiki x reader x tamaki suoh

@kitsu-writes // tamaki x reader x yamaguchi

@junpeixe // zenitsu x reader x denki

@shdwgarden // suna x reader x aki

@witchybnha-noya // megumi x reader x kageyama

@strawbxrryneptune // shouto x reader x kageyama

@mitsery // sanzu x reader x touya

> ORGIES

@hornime // himbo orgy (kiri, itadori, and bokuto x reader)

@/cyancherub // sensei smash (kakashi, gojo, aizawa, and ukai x reader)

@/zerotwoswaifuu // powerhouse orgy (bakugou, eren, sukuna, and oikawa x reader)

II. SUGGESTIONS/OPTIONS/IDEAS

(feel free to think up your own !!! repeats of taken entries are fine too since interpretations are bound to be different)

> THREESOMES

bakugou x reader x kunigami

baji x reader x sukuna

kiri x reader x porco

kageyama x reader x armin

yuuji x reader x kagami

yuuji x reader x izuku

toji x reader x uzui

toji x reader x madara

suna x reader x geto

gojo x reader x oikawa

tanaka x reader x connie

jean x reader x atsumu

miruko x reader x maki

nanami x reader x ukai

ushijima x reader x reiner

megumi x reader x giyuu

tamaki x reader x tanjirou

aki x reader x kageyama

tsukki x reader x sero

todo x reader x inasa

todo x reader x natsuo

aizawa x reader x kakashi

oikawa x reader x monoma

itachi x reader x draken

itachi x reader x megumi

itachi x reader x aki

reigen x reader x kakashi (LOL)

jiraiya x reader x GILF! bokuto (THIS IS A JOKE)

> ORGIES

kiribaku x reader x kagehina

bakudeku x reader x kagehina

itafushi x reader x tododeku

satosugu x reader x kakashi + yamato

himbo orgy plus (kiri, yuuji, bokuto, rengoku, reiner, kagami, etc x reader)

goofball orgy (denki, zenitsu, tanaka, connie, etc x reader)

#crossover collab #cc update

[lovehotelreservation]

Mea Culpa

Summary: To apologize, to beg--simple actions that Emet-Selch simply could not bring himself to do.

But as he emerged in your room after things have soured between you both, he is willing to make amends.

In his own way at least.

Connected to “Late Night Visit”

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: DFAB!Reader/Emet-Selch

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No matter how acclaimed and revered by countless souls across the realm, the Warrior of Light was just that.

A single warrior.

A single individual whose power, strength, and tenacity served to protect the weak and reprimand the wicked.

But from your eyes, you couldn’t have accomplished so much without the help of your friends: The Scions, House Fortemps, and countless others. The time you spent with them, whether during the heat of a dire battle or a merry night of feast and camaraderie, was something you held so dearly to your heart.

Still, as much as you enjoyed the company of your friends, it was the still calm of your empty room after a busy day that soothed your weary soul like nothing else.

And as the weariness from journeying back from Yx'Maja to your suite in The Pendants, more than ever were you relieved to be alone.

Especially for reasons that you were much too annoyed to begin recounting.

Sighing, you were in the midst of undoing your armor, but the fatigue from today made even attempting to undo the binding components an even bigger drain.

“Need some help?”

You froze.

And then your teeth grit from irritation as your eyes shifted away from the mirror of your suite’s vanity upon turning around.

The reason for your weariness was standing right in front of you.

Arms folded behind his back, lips curled into a smirk, eyes glinted with amusement, Emet-Selch made his presence known as he emerged out from the shadowy portal that was conjured into your room.

There were plenty of reasons as to why this mere action immediately drew your ire.

From the past week alone, it was already a journey through hell as you traversed through Yx'Maja and fended off sin eaters while providing assistance to the Viis of Fanow with your fellow Scions. However, with the unwelcomingly present Emet-Selch insisting on commenting on every move you made and every word you said with the most smug grin on his face pushed you far beyond your patience.

On the other end, Emet-Selch had just emerged into your room.

As he had done all those many nights before that resulted in the two of you being tangled together upon your bed.

He was your enemy.

And yet you allowed him to linger between your thighs nonetheless.

It was something that you were far from ready to reveal in the slightest to the rest of your companions. Any hint of the ongoing tryst you had with him was to be kept absolutely hushed, which he was well aware of.

But Emet-Selch treaded that boundary all throughout your time at Yx’Maja in front of the rest of the Scions. By your honed reflexes from all the time spent training under Widargelt, you were glad to stop his wandering hand from squeezing your behind while you awaited for Urianger and Y’shtola to finish decrypting some text chiseled on a temple wall, your fingers immediately seizing hold of his wrist while your eyes shot his pouting face an icy glare.

From that moment on, you chose to outright ignore him. Any quip was met with indifferent silence, your expression blank whenever he attempted to draw your attention.

And you were in no mood to change that now of all times as you promptly faced your vanity once again, your focus returning to removing your armor.

“Now, now, is that how you treat a guest who just arrived?” He hummed with the click of his tongue.

You did not respond, only focusing on trying to work on a stubborn tie with your armguards. Though, without needing to look back, you knew his expression had fallen to something of a pout.

“Mmm--onwards with the silent treatment then, I see.”

There was no desire for you to be the bigger person on your end. If cold you must be, then icy you would become.

At least, until you felt the unfortunately familiar warmth of Emet-Selch’s body press against you from behind.

“Pardon.”

The heat of his breath fell by your ear, the sudden sensation eliciting a shiver from your body as you felt his nimble fingers reach for the tie of your armguards, undoing it with absolute ease. As the sound of your armor fell to the floor with a clank, he continued with an amused hum, “The sight of a celebrated hero struggling with a mere strap irritates me to no end.”

Your instinct had your body moving to flip around to face him, but the arm that immediately slunk around your waist kept you in place.

At last, your silence was broken.

“If you think sliding up to me like this is gonna get you off the hook, you’ve got another thing coming!” You hissed as you craned your neck to glare at him while your fists balled at your sides.

“‘Off the hook?’ But whatever did I do wrong?” He hummed innocently, only to then sigh with feigned exasperation. “Do you think us Ascians to be so committed to the role of villain that you think we cannot tease and please at the same time? I don’t ever remember you being this callous, sweet hero.”

Your eyes rolled. “Again with your remembering?”

“Again with your forgetfulness?” He shot back, his tone taking on a surprisingly biting edge as his gaze narrowed ever slightly.

However, noticing your astonished expression, his features calmed, shifting from tension to teasing as he reached for your chin, his thumb stroking over your skin as he inspected your face. “Goodness, you really must be tired from your endeavors, huh, hero?” His head moved closer to yours as he hummed, “All that tension has you so fussy~ Let’s ease those shoulders, huh?”

Without another word, his lips planted right onto yours, kissing you fully while his other arm circled around you, his hold around your body complete.

Your instincts made you want to push back at him, to not allow yourself to concede so easily.

Yet, the expert probe of his tongue into your mouth combined with his roaming hands as he groped you freely to his heart’s content now that the two of you were alone was just so damn hard to resist. 

While the two of you had been plenty intimate up until this point, you barely knew much about him.

And yet, he knew your body like no one else.

When your mouths parted, the tension on your face had eased, your skin hot and flushed, your lips parted in a pant, all as your body continued to quiver from his hands fondling you all over.

Looking as pleased as could be, Emet-Selch chuckled wickedly as he admired your current state, “There we go--such a precious look on your face. Recollection can wait for another time--come hero, show me more of those lovely expressions of yours…!”

That cold expression you had earlier, that damned armor you were so focused on.

He saw to it that neither were in his way as he brought you over to your bed.

With your clothes soon joining his on the floor, your exposed body was for him to enjoy whole-heartedly. His lips dragged along your skin, circling over your nipples with soft suckles, kissing along your battle-toned torso, lavishing your clit with focused attention as his tongue lapped against your center.

The look on your face was far from icy at this point, now melted with pleasure as he continued his ministrations, furthered all the more once he was sheathing the full length of his cock inside of you.

Moments before, he claimed to help you relax, but the pace by which he was pounding away into your core was far from delicate, his hips pummeling you right into the mattress while his hands squeezed your breasts.

Mainly because he knew that an acclaimed warrior like you could take it.

Along with the fact that he had to make up for a week’s worth of lost intimate time between you both.

For as quiet as you had been around him, he dared not to kiss your lips, wanting your moans to leak out freely as he simply minded himself with marking up your neck as much as possible with kisses and bites--whatever would be hardest for you to try to hide or explain around your companions.

He would not have you silent around him.

Not when he still had yet to hear you refer to him by his true name.

Not as the Warrior of Light.

But as his beloved Azem.

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