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allfearstofallto · 2 months

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Dandelion Wine

Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader x Yandere(?) Childe

Forced Marriage AU

Word Count: 4.1k

Synopsis: No crush is simply harmless when married to Scaramouche, but what he doesn't know won't hurt him. And what he doesn't see won't affect him, so what's the harm in putting on a little show?

TW: Yandere, obsessive themes, forced marriage, mentions of abuse/violence/punishment, reader mentions dissociating during sex, dub-con, unprotected sex, finishing inside, voyeurism, infidelity, masturbation (m. & f.)

Scaramouche believed that dinner should be eaten in silence with only the sound of the silverware and plates clattering. Hence why he rarely spoke at the table. He also believed that the same morals he applied to himself, were for you as well. Your sweet, plump lips that he kissed and sucked constantly, were to be shut and devoid of noises, only eating during meal times. The food that was prepared was meant to be savored, every bite of it tasted and appreciated. Because of that, dinners felt long, quiet, and worst of all, extremely tense.

The only times things were different, was when Childe came to visit. Number eleven as your husband called him, and Ajax as the orange haired man insisted he wanted you to refer to him as. His cheeky smile and big, blue eyes practically lit up the room, he was practically the epitome of visual charisma. And there was his incessant chatter, Scaramouche would say, his non stop talking about something or other. You never had the heart to tell the man you married that Childe actually talked a normal amount and that he was abnormally quiet.

“Have you ever seen a piece of mora straight from Liyue,” he asked rather loudly while holding up the coin, “Shiniest you'll ever see one. Man, those Liyue natives have no idea how lucky they are!”

You smiled alongside the man, also finding the topic interesting. The coin was indeed shiny, the only impurities on it being the fingerprints from Childe's hands. Other than that, it glimmered, making you realize how old and dirty the mora you must've had before was. Scaramouche wasn't impressed at all. He wasn't even paying attention. Quietly sipping his miso soup at the head of the table, his eyes only focused on his meal.

“Want it?” Childe asked you and you tried not to perk up too much, but your excitement was palpable. Seldom did Scaramouche entertain you with conversation or fun gifts. The only thing he'd bring you back from his travels was a single flower and maybe a regional tea to try together, but nothing you typically enjoyed.

“May I take it, my lord?” Pleading eyes looked at your husband who seemed more irritated than usual.

He let out a sigh, dropping his chopsticks in frustration, “Will it make the both of you shut up?”

Harsh words were nothing new to you, but you had to admit that those eyes of his made you freeze up like stone. No matter how many days you spent married to him, you never grew less afraid of your husband. And you definitely never found yourself coming to love him.

“Yes, my lord,”

He nodded to Childe and the coin was dropped into your hand. You held it as if it were fragile, not wanting to stain the shiny metal anymore than it already was. Your lips formed into a weak smile that you gave to Childe, then another one to Scaramouche who merely nodded at your display of joy, seemingly disinterested.

His chopsticks were picked up, a sign that he wished for dinner to continue on. You picked up yours as well. Your months of living with your spouse meant you had plenty of time to practice. Little leeway was given to you when it came to what you ate with, and despite the fact that you were originally from Mondstadt, you were given chopsticks with every meal. Time and practice made you grow accustomed to them, that and the fact that Scaramouche wouldn't allow you to eat with anything else. Learn to eat with them or starve, he told you. And you did grow terribly hungry.

Childe was more of a special case. He apparently lacked dexterity in hands. You saw it in the way he struggled to use the bow he was hell bent on learning and in the way he struggled to use chopsticks. Throughout the course of the meal, he'd already dropped three pairs, fumbling them dramatically like a character in a comedy play. Each time he'd lose a pair to gravity, leaving the wooden sticks on the floor, he'd look at his barely touched meal. The tragic, almost hopeless look on his face would elicit a laugh from you, followed by Scaramouche shooting you a very knowing glare. He'd sent you to your room without dinner many times before and for much less. Those glares were a good warning to shut up.

“Man! I can't seem to figure out how you eat with these things,” the orange haired male was holding one stick in either hand, instead using them to stab through the food and bring it to his lips. You held back your laughter again, instead forcing yourself to swallow more of your meal.

You had a crush on Childe. Maybe it was because of how kind he actually was or maybe it was because he was the only man you'd seen outside of your lawful husband in a year, but you did like him. He was funny, strong, and most importantly very attractive. Blue eyes and orange hair, a smile that could make a girl swoon with perfectly straight, white teeth. His voice was sultry, smooth like fine dark liquor, but he also knew when to be funny. His sense of humor was more comical to you than Scaramouche's dry humor or snide remarks. You liked Childe. Way more than you wanted to admit.

After dinner was a free time for you. From the time the plates were clean, until it was time for you to go to bed, you were allowed to wander the manor and do what you want. During this period, Scaramouche would be off doing what he pleased. Typically leaving the house to enjoy his night walks, where he'd be gone for hours. It was truly your only time of peace in hell he called home. It was also the only time you could talk to Childe when he came to visit. The two of you would spend the hours just telling each other whatever, it was mostly just you listening to him tell of his travels across all seven nations as you longed for the perceived freedom he had.

Much to your dismay he was nowhere to be found after dinner. You felt stupid searching the house looking for him. The interest towards him was likely one sided and on the slim chance it wasn't, you knew that nothing would happen between the two of you. Yet you looked for him. He was still good for conversation.

Find him you did, at the end of the second floor hallway, but not in the way you thought you would. Steam clouded around the door as he exited the bathroom, a towel was wrapped around his hips, orange pubic hair peeking out from it. His bare chest was covered in scarring, some old and healed, some visibly fresh. His skin was still moist with bathwater, his hair clinging to his face and dripping more down on him. He looked like a piece of art, a statue standing at the end of the hall, toweling his hair with his eyes closed. But then they opened.

You tried to turn on your heels and walk away before he spotted you gawking at him, but quick reflexes were expected of a harbinger. He saw you before you could even manage to take one step back.

“Oi! I was looking for you!” He called, stopping you in your tracks. You did everything in your power to avoid looking at him. That toned, firm body of his was practically begging you to gaze upon it.

“Please find me again when you're more decent, Lord Childe,”

He immediately recognized the forced stiffness of your words and scoffed, a look of disbelief forming on his features, “Since when do you refer to me as Lord, huh?” he was still smiling. Despite his undress, he wasn't the least bit shy.

Your mind shifted to your husband. Unwilling of a bride as you might have been, he made sure you were fully committed to him. He once commented on how much you smiled at his fellow harbinger and your blood went cold. Of course he noticed. Scaramouche was nonchalant, quietly observing everything around him, but he wasn't stupid. You know better than to think your little crush was well hidden, he was just giving you a warning in advance.

“I think we should start being more professional around each other,” you strained the words out, watching his face fall from his normal smile. It felt painful saying these things to him, but it was better for your safety and his.

“So we're not having our talks anymore?” He whined cutely, even pouting his lips a little, “I was looking forward to telling you about my stay in Mondstadt,” it was as if he knew exactly how to hold your attention. Lingering on every single syllable to make sure you knew he was speaking of your home, convincing your already weak will to falter, “and the wine I brought with me.” If he had you on his hook by mentioning Mondstadt, then the notion that he'd brought wine with you was all he needed to reel you in.

Hailing from the city of freedom, you were no stranger to a good drink. You remembered your first glass better than you remembered most things in your first kiss. Your first drink was like a rite of passage for Mondstadt and typically, the first liquor you tasted, became your vice. You were no different than your mother or your grandmother, the drink handed down from generation to generation, and your fondness was felt for dandelion wine. A sweet delicacy only found in the city of freedom, an unassuming drink that'd knock you flat on your ass if you didn't take it seriously enough.

But Scaramouche wasn't a fan of sweet things. He wasn't a fan of much, seeing as very little could even get a smile from him, but he had a special hatred in his heart for anything sugary. His taste leaned more towards the bitter, which was like hell for you.

Sake was never your drink of choice. There was plenty of it in Mondstadt, if there was one thing that your city could do right, it was import drinks from all over Teyvat. But just because it was there, didn't mean you ever drank it. Sake was a drink that tasted wrong to you. The harsh, bitter flavor left a terrible feeling inside your mouth that wouldn't leave no matter how much you tried. So of course, it was the favorite of Scaramouche. The disgusting taste matched his disgusting personality. And when you were permitted to drink, which was rare, you were given sake.

“Dandelion?” You questioned hopefully.

“Dandelion,” he affirmed. He was still using his hands to hold his towels, instead using his head to gesture to his room door, telling you to follow him inside. And you did.

You were tense as you sat down on his bed. Tense when you were handed a cup and told to hold it while you waited for him. Tense as he stepped into his closet to dress himself, still coming out in only pants, but no shirt, telling you that his hair was still wet to wear one. But all that tension melted away when he pulled that familiar green bottle from his bag, pouring you a glass of that rich, yellow wine.

The first sip took you back to your family's home. To a festival in Mondstadt, which was just one of the city's many excuses to drink more. The second took you back to a bar you favored, drinking competitions were held through the night, you always won. There was a part of you that just wanted to down the whole glass, drink it all as you'd done before and request another glass before that sweet taste ever left your tongue. But you saw that he'd only brought one bottle, you had to savor this glass.

“It's yours, if you want it,” Childe spoke softly while holding the wine up, he hadn't even poured himself a singular glass of it, “You just have to do one thing for me.”

Big, doe eyes looked up at him as you practically pleaded with him, “What?”

“Tell me how you really feel about me,”

He could've asked you to do a handstand on the roof of the house during a thunderstorm and that would've been much easier. For so long, your feelings for Childe were just thoughts. You could push them to the back of your mind and pretend they didn't exist. If they weren't real, your husband wouldn't hurt you. He wouldn't punish you. And knowing Scara's jealousy, if he knew you had feelings for another and not him, no one would be safe.

“I won't tell,” he spoke again, a gentle hand coming down and stroking his cheek. His fingers were still warm from his bath, still slightly damp to the touch, the way they cling to your face was assuring.

“I'm married,” you said, “Not just to anyone, but your superior. He's nobody that we should be toying with like this.”

“Who says I'm ‘toying’ with anyone? I wouldn't be asking if I didn't have feelings for you as well,”

Your quick beating heart stilled in your chest for a moment, you lingered on every word. Did you make it up? Did he really say what you thought he did? Silence fell over the room as you contemplated what he said. If he liked you as well, he never showed it. Yet, he'd have no way to. Scaramouche seemed to be around every corner.

“I…like you,” saying the words solidified it. His hair, his smile, his voice, even the way he smelled, you liked it all.

You liked him so much you let him place the bottle of wine in your hands. You let him lean over and place a hand on your shoulder, so close to your face his still dripping hair was wetting your forehead. You let his nose brush against yours, you let him sigh against your lips, you let him close the distance between the two of you and sink into a kiss.

Your mind was a blank, empty room as you kissed Childe. You really kissed him. Kisses with Scaramouche felt like he was trying to swallow you whole, trying to own you, not cherish you. But Childe's admittedly cold, chapped lips were caressing yours. His hand that managed to slither around your waist, holding you like he didn't want to let you go, his other hand squeezing your chest. You wondered if he could feel your heart beating. If he could, you wanted his to be beating the same way.

A bell made you break away from the kiss with a gasp like you were about to be killed. Because you were. That wasn't just any bell. It was the chime of the bell above the main door. The one that signified that it was opening. The one that meant Scaramouche was home.

Biting back the urge to throw up, you tossed the wine on his bed and raced from the room. You didn't want to look back at Childe once. Not after the mistake you'd made with him. Lust was clouding your mind, it had to be keeping you from thinking properly. That was the only excuse you could make while you cursed yourself mentally, simultaneously begging that he wasn't aware of what you'd done.

At the foot of the stairs, his large hat still on his head and a grimace on his face, was Scaramouche. His indigo eyes looked you up and down, noticing the way you trembled and panted like you’d run a marathon.

“Where were you?” He asked, tossing his hat to the side. It fell to the floor with a clatter and was easily ignored by him, “Have you forgotten your duties? You know when I'm supposed to be home.”

“I apologize, my lord!” You tried to stop your voice from shaking.

“Well?”

You looked at him dumbfounded as he walked past you up the stairs.

“Aren't you going to tell me why you were late and huffing like a fool at that?”

“I fell asleep, my lord. And once I noticed I was behind, I raced to try to meet you at the door, but it appears I was too late,”

A mere hum from him was your response. Which was good enough, it meant he had nothing harsh to say. As the two of you entered the privacy of your room together, you felt him hug you from behind. Little did he touch you meaninglessly, which meant he wanted to go farther, his soft lips kissing the back of your neck told you enough.

“I'm only so hard on you because I care about you,” he whispered into your ear. Him being sweet you felt worse knowing what you did with Childe just a few short moments earlier.

But still, you ended up lying back on the bed, naked and nestled in the mountain of pillows. Scaramouche thrusting into your hole above you, eyes clenched shut in pleasure. He was fucking you into a mating press, your knees against your chest, causing you to only take shallow breaths. It was a personal favorite of his since it meant he could sink every inch of his cock into you, while still watching your face.

You kept silent as he fucked you, only letting out a few gasps or whines as he hit particularly sensitive spots inside you or thrusted too deep. You didn't enjoy sex with him, it was always something you didn't want, and he wasn't going to make you pretend. Scaramouche was going to do it with you regardless, it was about his own pleasure.

During the act you'd normally be lost in your own world, trying to pay attention to anything, but the way he was rutting his hips into you, it made the time go by quicker. The closet, the clock on the way, the way the bed squeaked, the crack in the door. The crack in the door where Childe stood, watching in the darkness of the hallway.

It took you a moment to realize what you were seeing and you had to convince yourself still that you weren't imagining it. Orange hair, deep, blue eyes, shirtless and strangely with a tent growing in his pants. Childe stood in the doorway watching, out of view of Scaramouche who either has his eyes closed or stayed focusing on your face.

You went to cover yourself, but realized that that would draw your husband's attention to the other man. You couldn't say anything, not without fear of Childe getting hurt in the process. You felt scared, neverous, a little violated, but when you saw him slide a large hand down and palm his growing length through the fabric of his pants, you began to feel almost aroused.

Sick. Sick in the head, you called yourself mentally as your eyes stayed focused on the man watching from the hallway. But you still placed your hands on your breasts, tweaking your nipples and mewling out softly. You didn't know what came over you to make you do such a thing, but knowing that Childe could see you made you want to do more than just lie there. Scaramouche was immediately surprised by you making any noise of pleasure at all and quickened his already brutal pace. But it felt good for once. It felt nice. You could feel yourself growing wetter, your cunt finally sucking him in and welcoming him.

“You're rather receptive tonight,” he grunted out with a smirk and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes at his confidence.

“I…I suppose it feels better than usual, my lord,” you locked eyes with him, until he clenched his shut from the pleasure once more. Then you looked back at Childe. He'd long since freed his cock from his pants, stroking his long thick length. It was big. That was all you could think as you watched him, how you wished that it was his big cock inside of you, but you could pretend. Pretend that it was him on top of you instead of your husband.

Mewling and moaning louder than you ever had before, making noises you didn't even know you could, your legs were pressed harder against your chest, opening yourself up for him to go even deeper. You were dripping at this point, your wetness sliding down to your ass. But Childe was dripping as well. His cock was leaking precum, coating his hand in a lube that he was using to stroke himself at the same pace that Scara was going inside you.

“Ah! Yes….yes! Fuck me harder!” You'd never begged for more like this before, but who was he to question it, he'd never know that your cries were for another. He was enjoying how wet you felt around him, how you were moving your hips to match his pace inside you. He merely panted and did as he was told, his cock thrusting into you in deep, long, hard, strokes, each one having you see stars.

“I'm finishing inside, my love,” he cooed, pressing a kiss against your lips. You nodded, locking your legs around his hips. A move you'd never done in all the times he'd slept with you and something that made him gasp out in pleasure.

It only took a few more thrusts before he held his cock balls deep inside you, you could feel the length twitching as he filled you with seed. Each shot of his hot ejaculate hitting your walls and making your whimper. Light kisses were pressed against your forehead as the two of you were locked together. His cum and your honeyed wetness dripping from your hole.

When he pulled out, you kept your legs up a little longer, making sure Ajax saw every drop of his cum dripping from you. Your still needy twitching cunt, filled with a load, your delicate fingers rubbing your clit in slow circles while he watched. Your soft gasps and pants, trying not to draw Scara's attention while he was cleaning himself up in the connected bathroom. Both of you, putting on a show for each other. Him stroking his length from the base to the tip slowly, extenuating every inch and you dipping your fingers into your filled hole.

He continued jerking his cock while he watched you, nothing was said or spoken between you two, but your eyes conversated enough. This was pure desire. It was need. And when you came, it was for him. Your hips stuttered and bucked off the bed, toes curling almost painfully.

Childe came with you. Watching you finish while looking at him was more than enough. His hand was pressed against the door, scratching at the wood, begging to be let in so he could finish inside you as well, like he knew you wanted him to. But he didn't. His cock sprayed rope after rope of cum onto the floor of the hallway in front of him. His toned chest heaving as he watched himself make this mess.

You longed to lick it up, not just the cum, but his still aching cock. You wanted to clean it with your mouth, to suck it the way your husband made you. You knew he wanted more. But Scaramouche was already out of the bathroom, a towel in hand. He began cleaning you up between your legs, eyes seeming a little softer than normal while he did. A look that wasn't normal for him.

“You did well tonight,” he praised you. Fond words you'd never heard from him before, but likely because he had no idea why you were putting on such a show.

“Thank you, my lord,” you replied sheepishly, looking back up to the crack in the doorway, Childe was gone. It was better this way though. Better that he leave now than accidentally get the attention of your husband.

“I'll think of a reward for you tomorrow, but rest for now,” the candles were blown out and he laid next to you. A protective arm was wrapped around your waist as you lay on your back, trying to regulate your heartbeat.

Realization hit you like a truck, forming a sickening pit in your stomach. It was only now that you'd realized what you'd done and fear and worry were taking over. If Scara were to find out, he'd kill you. He'd do worse than kill you you supposed, ending your life would be much too easy

And you could only imagine what'd happen to Childe next.

You lay on your back in that inky black, pitch darkness, eyes trying to adjust to the light. You were feeling regretful, but you'd also never felt such a thrill in your entire life. Not since you got married.

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twstgarden · 3 months

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❀ ❝ 𝟭𝟮 𝗽𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀 ❞

━ idia shroud x gn! persephone! reader ━ idia wonders how he got lucky with you, and everyday, he wonders if you really are there by his side and not just a figment of his imagination. (f/n means first name)(reader can be yuu or an oc)

requested by: @glass-anna11 request type: scenario requester’s message: “Hello! May I please request for fluff relationship with Idia and a Persephone-like S/O please?" florist’s note: hello, dearie! of course, i love idia, not sure if this is fluffy though. apologies~

this work does not contain spoilers for chapter 6, ignihyde’s arc.

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idia was still not convinced that you were his. you were the epitome of perfect to him: kind, sweet, and drop-dead gorgeous. not to mention, you also can be wise and mature when you need to. the contrasts between your personality paired with the affection you gave him were enough to make him think he was dreaming.

'the gods must be playing a joke on me,' thought idia as he watched you hum a tune to yourself while making some flower crowns, seated on his carpeted floor surrounded by flowers you picked in heartslabyul's garden.

god forbid you'll ever get in trouble for that, but knowing you, you might've asked for permission before picking their flowers. his console rested on his hands while he was waiting for his game to load, his eyes stuck on your radiant beauty.

however, the sounds of his game's background music playing made him resume his concentration back on the screen, and he once again tried to distract himself. it took a few hours until he tore his gaze away from his game and noticed you were no longer in the same spot as you were before.

he wondered where you were, and as soon as he finished playing, he got out of his seat and looked around, "n/n...?"

did you leave? have you gotten bored of him? have you gotten tired of being the one to take initiative? did you find someone else that's better suited for you - someone that is not a gloomy, underworld keeper like him?

thoughts flooded his mind, and just as quickly as they came, they instantly disappeared the moment you entered the room with two cups of instant ramen in hand, pausing your tracks as you two stared at one another for a while before you smiled.

"i went to make some instant ramen while you played. i thought you might be hungry, so..." you trailed off whilst he stood there with eyes wide open as if he had seen a ghost.

"...why are you so caring?" mumbled idia, making you tilt your head a little. "what do you mean?" you asked before placing the instant ramen cup on his desk while you ate yours.

"i mean, why are you so kind to me?" asked idia once more as you paused eating your ramen and set it down, realising he was still in disbelief that someone was actually taking care of him like this no matter how much it seemed like he was not returning the gesture.

you cupped his cheeks, still smiling sweetly at him, "because i love you, idia."

love.

you love him.

he stayed silent for a moment, his thoughts running wild again as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but genuine feelings. he eventually held your waist - in a rather awkward manner - as he smiled a little at you.

a soft sigh left his lips, growing nervous as he was about to take the next step. with one arm around your waist, he used his free hand to reach out at the drawer behind you, opening it and grabbing something that you did not see.

"hm? what is that?" you asked, curiosity brimming your mind as you eyed his enclosed hand. he took his arm off from your waist as he gulped, placing a hand under your chin to make you look at him as he presented the candies in his hand, "would... you like some?"

thinking it was just him being nervous about offering things to you, you shrugged and smiled at him, grabbing the 12 candies in his hand as he eyed you for a bit while you spoke, "sure, thanks!"

you then looked at the candies. it was red in colour and round, just like the other hard candies that idia casually eats when he is bored. not caring about what flavour it might be, you unwrapped the treat and popped it in your mouth.

"hm... tastes... like pomegranate...?" you mumbled, making idia nervous as he spoke, "are you not fond of it?" you smiled and replied, "no, i did not mean it like that. it tastes great!"

idia sighed in relief as he smiled at you, awkwardly wrapping his arms around you once more as he said, "that's a relief... they're local candies from my hometown." you hummed in response as you continued tasting the pomegranate candies, "from the island of woe? huh, they taste great."

"yes..." trailed idia as he thought to himself, '...so they are unaware of the island of woe's tradition relating to pomegranates... how do i tell them that offering pomegranates to someone is equivalent to a declaration of love without sounding so awkward?!'

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yourlocaltreesimp · 25 days

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if I was the guide I would try to help link more then just help him with puzzles and where to go next. I would try helping with enemies and bosses by distracting them, help with stealth missions by making noise to distract guards, scavenge for things like rupees, bombs, arrows, food ect, for them, watch over link while he slept,help teach them how to play instruments cuz i doubt they would automatically know how to play, help keep them warm at night, let link vent and not bottle up his emotions,ya know cuz the poor boy deserves some help. Maybe guide reader help teach the links how to fight, cuz time, wind, and maybe legend, hyrule and how to sword fight cuz there's no way time and wind would know how to sword fight when their journeys first began, they were just kids, legend and four might have cuz legends uncle knew how to use a sword and fours grandfather is a blacksmith and in the four swords manga his father is captain of the hyrule knights, hyrule I don't honestly know if the fairies taught him how to fight with weapons, twilight was taught by rusl, sky, warriors and calamity were training/were already knights, wild would definitely have to be re taught how to fight again, and sage already remembered/ relearned how. I don't know how old first, korodai and courage were when they first learned,How would the chain react to that if they remembered? Sorry it's so long.😅

Sorry this one’s been sitting so long! This is going to be a bit of a ramble, but it’ll make sense! Took some liberties!!

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Player/Guide!reader is the epitome of comfort to the boys. Much of their lives they have been taught through experience to trust no one —not even their own goddess— lest they get a dagger in the back. And at first they are cautious. A person with no ties to hyrule who is so eerily familiar with the heroes and utterly bewitching? They’re half convinced you are a trick, meant to play on their insecurities and trauma.

Time gathers his recollections first. He remembers your calm voice correcting his form and swings, your encouragement to keep improving— not with the intent of killing, but with only his safety at heart. He’d buried his blade within the thick trunk of a tree and heard your old whispers through his ears, and it all made sense. That even as his bones were cracked and reformed and the threads of time unraveled, you were consistent. Even when he wasn’t the same him that you loved before, you were back again. Protecting him, even if he didn’t need it. You were arms for him to return to and someone to hold and love.

Legend remembered almost on accident. He’d bolted up from the solid earth, rings snagging at his hair as his fingers tugged at the root. His chest rose and fell rapidly, like that of a frightened animal. You’d cautiously found your way in front of him, talking him down from the world within. Your hands massaged his palms easing the tension and removing his hair from his grip. You’d done this many times before, he realised. You were all he had for the months after leaving Koholint, your unconditional love despite his less than stellar attitude was something he felt guilty to forget. But perhaps now he’d be content to make up for it by letting you keep him there, curled up against your chest… even if he’d get some teasing.

Twilight didn’t actually remember on his own. In fact, he’s so stubborn and protective over the ‘pack’ that he likely wouldn’t have if it weren’t for Epona. For a large part, he trusted her judgment. Most animals did have a keener sense for natural disasters, but she always seemed to have a good sense of character. Sure, it was odd enough she ate right out of your hand with a happy nicker, but she just really liked apples. She’s a horse, she’s easily bribed. But even then, he’s not sure how much bribing it would take for her to lay down and let you braid flowers through her freshly brushed mane. It was trust. From all the other times you did it absentmindedly —occasionally even to him— it seems her trust in character was still sharp.

Warriors was actually slightly embarrassed by how he came to remember. Dripping wet from the rain and favourite cloak littered with mud and holes, he was rather cranky. He got showered and changed —thank the three they were at an inn— and decided to leave the stained and worn clothes as a tomorrow problem. That was until his prized blanket scarf found its way into to your mits. He tried to snatch it back, earning some odd looks and the shutter of the sheikah slate. You were frustratingly difficult to catch. It seemed that hadn’t changed. When he was ultimately successful, however, he realised that you’d actually been making an incredibly successful job at washing and repairing it as you’d done thousands of times before. He remembers you my firelight, cobalt swathed over your lap as your needle glided through the fabric. He remembered trying to imitate your stitches. He remembered how he never quite got it right.

He let you finish working.

Four was having a crisis. Do not let his indifference fool you, this man is a wreck. Best believe that beyond his surprisingly stubborn stoicism, the colors are shaking each other by the shoulders and screaming. Red recognised you immediately. His heart was quite literally moulded after your soft words and carefully love, he couldn’t forget you so long as he had a soul. Green being the mediator between them all and heard his quiet utters. The most honest a man could be that his adoration was infectious. It was you who taught him who he was. Blue took a while. So strong-willed in his stance, the he forgot you were the one to teach him to take a stand. He forgot it was you who willed him to fight for what he loved. Vio fell last, what would you expect of the mind. He hardly noticed it. The way his thoughts timed to you, the way he sought your presence and craved your voice. It was you who taught them how to be separate and yet loved them wholly. And such loyalty could only be payed back.

Wind remembered you in fragments. He remembers his parent by oath, who shielded him from the vast world he was so desperate to see. He didn’t understand it at first. But loosing you, especially when his memory wasn’t fully gone like the others, was rough. He mourned and grieved, even if he didn’t realise it. He missed being cared for. Without the looming question of what favor needed done or when it would go away. He missed you. It took a while to heal. For him to feel ok trusting in people again, even eventually curling up next to Wars when he’d try to sleep. He felt guilty, as if he were betraying you when you dug up dead feelings. But it’s hard to be a rebellious rascal when your partner in crime is finally returned to you especially after you were concerned you killed them. It takes him a while to process your back, but he’s back at your side, tugging you along by the hand as he explains his next devious prank.

Hyrule remembers you through his magic. The way your heart stutters as he heals you is familiar, a beat he’s fallen asleep to many times before and the life within it is one he can’t help but feel… connected to. He keeps a close eye out, his ears wiggling at the familiar music of your laugh and his skin unfamiliar without your own to cradle it. You share a spirit with them, a bit of your soul and theirs and a small both of theirs in you. And yet his mind can’t call out to why. It keeps him awake, taunting at him. But he knows his soul yearns for the part with yours. He knows the rush of your blood and song of your soul. He knows he loves you. Even if he doesn’t get why.

Wild takes so long to remember you for exactly the reasons you’d expect. His mind hides away the most crucial parts of itself in plain sight, never to be noticed or recognized until the memories are far too warped and rotten to actually remember anything. Anything of note, that is. But for what it’s worth, he never really perceived you as a threat. You were homey and comfortable, a trait so unfamiliar to his life of travel, he didn’t care if it left a sword in his stomach. Besides, not any yiga could take on an act that long. He took off the cooked eggs and set them onto a separate plate as you sat quietly, Wind strewn over your torso. You hummed softly the same work song he’d sung for years. One for which he didn’t know the origin, not until hearing you for what felt like the first time again. He couldn’t help but hum along.

Sky was cursed to forget you.

I must preface because he is a lover boy first and hero second. He wouldn’t care who Demise was, nor his business, so long as you were safe and loved. He loved you more than each and every star in the sky. And he’d already began to start planning your home. He knew he loved you. He knew he was made to love you. And that was exactly why he was made to forget you. That loyalty was scary to the gods. That one would devote themselves to another for little more than love in return— Hylia could not risk her heroes to stray. But try as she might she couldn’t surpress you. Not when you were already married, souls intertwined through every timeline. Your role varied, a healer, a helping hand, a comfort, a home, a parent, a lover, a souse. But you were always someone to Link. No matter what the gods declared. He remembered you only after all the others had, but he’s alright with that.

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On today's episode of Pranks R Us: It's that time of the year when we're inundated with Christmas carols and movies. All. Damn. Day. Hallmark. Here's a scenario for you: How would your faves react to you purposely, horrendously serenading them with Christmas songs that... they don't like? 😊

Capt. John Price - He's nursing his cuppa because he knows for a fact that the boys put you up to this. He feels it in his bone marrow for Christ's sake. Price likes to think he's smiling behind the mug but his cheeks are hurting a bit too much for it to be genuine which really means he's gonna give the rest of 141 hell when he sees them the next time.

Gaz - Went from raising a brow to his cheeks being puffed the hell out because he's trying his best not to laugh in your face. When you're done, you have the biggest shit-eating grin... which devolves into laughter from both you and him. Tears are rolling down your eyes and he's clutching his stomach. God, he loves you, darling.

Soap - Soap is currently the Soapurrito™ with Whiskey (referencing this post) when you decide to randomly serenade them both. Not only do you have Soap looking confused but the dog keeps tilting his head as well, too. Then you hit that one note and they tilted their head at the same damn time and you just fell out laughing.

Ghost - (Referencing this post) Ghost was having a smoke and knit session and then you barged in and began singing. Not only did you sing the absolute worst fucking Christmas song to ever exist to him but you decided to channel your inner Luciano Pavarotti and make it classical for him. You thought you ate that shit but Ghost was staring at you in Say Sike, Mate the entire time while still knitting. You winked and blew him a kiss and if 'Why are we here? Just to suffer?' was a person.

Roach - He, like Price, was smiling a bit too brightly which means that he's crying on the inside. The one who gets up and gives you that reassuring squeeze because you got the spirit. Not everyone is meant to be a singer but he thanks you and revels in the holiday cheer! ❤️

Alex Keller - Was watching TV and not really paying attention to it and then BAM, you popped up! The more you sing, the more you realize his thighs are slowly but surely closing together and LIKE HELL YOU'LL CLOSE SHUT THE JAWS OF SWEET KELLER LOVIN', ALEX.

Alejandro - Alejandro looked up from his work, leaned back in his chair, and just stared at you with a furrowed brow. Rudy and the others are in earshot and are quietly, collectively laughing their asses off. You actually do a couple songs (per the bet) and Alejandro... has a stiff drink in the meantime lmao.

Rudy - Actually does laugh in your face, even though it's Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer. Apologizes while laughing in your face. Because laughter is contagious, however, you, too, start laughing.

König - König gets incredibly excited because Schatz, he didn't know you liked to sing horribly! And when you're done, he, too, chooses to serenade you, and holy shit, König actually can sing!

Horangi - Horangi has the most deadpan expression on his face. He's the one that promises you you can sit on his face all day long if you'll promise him to never sing again stop singing.

Graves - Graves was on a conference call with the boys when you busted in and started singing. The entire time, he's rocking the Zoolander grimace and when you're done, you hear someone give their best Simon Cowell impersonation and then it turns into Shadow Company's Got Talent and you're being judged. 'A' for Ass effort, darlin'.

Valeria - The one who rolls her eyes and massages her temple. May or may not put your ass on the couch tonight for this. Or, better yet, you wanna sing? Put your mouth to good use and sing on her pu—

Keegan - Is the epitome of lost as hell. Keegan is the one grimacing with every high note you, er, try to hit. He can't even bring himself to smile but his eyes are somewhat comically wide, made more so after you kiss his cheek, take the piss out of him, and ask him how you did.

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18+ MDNI | Polyamory (M/M , F/M), Oral Fixation, Gojo-centric ♡

Sweet Tooth - Gojo Satoru/Geto Suguru X Reader

♔♕♚♛

Satoru has a sweet tooth. Candies, chocolates or baked goods— it didn’t really matter as long as he was getting his sugary fix.

For the longest he thought that there was nothing better than the rush of dopamine he got from confectionery treats.

That was until he was able to get a taste of you and Suguru.

His love of sweets hasn’t subsided. He craves sugar more than ever. It’s just that he gets that saccharine pleasure from feasting on the two of you.

There was nothing quite like the heavy weight on Suguru’s cock on his tongue. It was like a lewd lollipop with a surprise in the center. Euphoric explosions wracked his body with each inch swallowed. To feel Suguru’s blunt nails scratch his scalp while he licked the bulging veins on the underside of his cock was enough to make his eyes roll to the back of his head. Honeyed moans would spur his actions, encouraging him to drink down the pre that drizzled like caramel. It was addictive and Satoru was often desperate for his fill. Large hands squeezing and kneading Suguru’s doughy ass while he milked his cock. A different kind of guilty pleasure was the only way to describe and justify the pornographic moans that slipped from his lips simply from sucking Suguru off. He could go with being untouched and still be satisfied.

It was no better with you.

With you there was just so much to taste. So much to enjoy. He could spend literal hours devouring your essence. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes— there wasn’t a part of your body that hasn’t been in Satoru’s mouth. Some may call it a fetish, and maybe it was, but he couldn’t give a damn when you reminded him of the richest of caramels and smoothest of chocolates. It was nothing short of bliss to sample the sweet nectar between your thighs. Satoru may not be a religious man but he saw God in your cunt. He would worship at the alter that is your pussy for the rest of his life as long as he was granted never ending access to the rivers of slick that gushed on his tongue whenever he ate you out meanly. Harsh licks through your folds and open mouth kisses on your clit. A messy messy boy he is. Nose bumping your sticky little button while his tongue penetrated your hole. He will pinch and poke and prod at you until you’re trembling in his grasp while screaming his name.

That’s honestly all he needs. Satoru thinks, no he knows, that he can survive purely off of your cum. The endless buffet that the two of you provide is the epitome of culinary perfection.

But it doesn’t hurt that he gets to bounce the two of you on his cock after anyways.

#♛♚|the king speaks #satoru gojo x reader smut #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jjk smut #jjk geto #geto x gojo #gojo x geto #gojo satoru #geto suguru

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hi i'm the anon that sent the request about the rare pair!

okay so the request is alastor x adam or angelicradio: i would like to think that alastor would be obsessed with adam cause adam was able to beat him and no one has every done that before(besides lucifer, if they had ever fought🤷🏽‍♀️). And now that adam is a sinner, alastor would take the opportunity to 'woo' adam or like 1930s it and 'court' him. i'm aware that alastor would rather use adam in some type of twisted plan he would have, but let me dream lol. so adam start giving alastor a chance and they went on a date to test the waters and adam really enjoyed it, although he is a little hesitant, because of what happened with his first two wives and lucifer. so alastor 'shows' him..

tender/possessive sex, please!

sorry for the word vomit

No problem! The more detailed the prompt is, the more the one-shot can be made to your liking! Now, believe it or not, Adam and Alastor are not that rare of a pair. Check the ao3 tag!

Anyway, let us begin! This is not Lucifer-friendly. I will also try respecting Alastor being Ace. I have an idea of how it would work without having Alastor physically having sex with Adam. Hopefully, I do it justice.

Three months.

Alastor had no idea what he should do and that was something he wouldn't stand for. The Radio Demon would like to think he knew himself well. He knew his emotions and how to regulate them. He was the epitome of class and refinement, with a taste for other demons and danger.

But he didn't know how he felt about Adam. At first, when the man came into the hotel after making a deal with Charlie Morningstar, Alastor was determined not to be in the same room as the brash sheep demon. He could let go of Adam hurting him in public when he was dead for good. But now that he was alive and under the same roof as him?

It was insulting, to say the least. Well, for the first few months. Now? He couldn't help but secretly be impressed that Adam held his own so well against him. No demon in Hell could say that.

Adam was an enigma. A puzzle to solve. Alstor could read people well, but Adam had so many layers. Most could only see the first layer. A brash and fowled mouth demon who was under soul contract with Charlie. The second layer was harder to see. Adam reserved it for animals.

Surprisingly, he was good with them. Extremely good. Any animal, no matter how dangerous, acted calmly or like an excited puppy near Adam. When he was alone with them, he had a softer voice and didn't swear as much. He cuddled them gently and took care of them with that of someone who loved animals.

His third layer was for when he was completely alone. When Adam was sure no one was watching, he looked defeated and broken. A shell of the angel who fought him so easily. He cried quietly. Not loudly like some would for attention. Adam cried as if he had no sound to give. Like someone had turned the nob of a radio to silent, and all you were left with was uncomfortable silence.

Alastor didn't know what to feel. So, he observed him from afar. Some would call it stalking but he was nothing like that infernal TV demon. He had class.

When he witnessed Lucifer make a snide comment about Adam's weight to his face, Alastor could feel the anger rolling off him. He could also feel, on a much smaller scale, how much it hurt him. Alastor watched as Adam ate less. It was enough where no one noticed unless you were looking for it, someone like Alastor for instance, but enough where Adam was losing weight.

Something in Alastor moved. Maybe it was the poor boy from the Bayou talking, but he didn't like the idea of anyone starving. Especially if they were doing it to themselves.

Without really thinking, Alastor had one day took Adam by the arm and teleported them to the kitchen alone.

"What the fuck, you freak!?" Adam yelled, his eyes darting around in anger. Alastor was sure that he was the only one who could see the fear in his eyes.

"Now, none of that!" Alastor laughed. "When was the last time you've eaten?"

A pause and then a growl. "None of your fucking business!" Alastor nodded. "That long. You must be famished then!"

He pushed the sheep demon into a chair and watched with some amusement as Adam fell into it. "How about some jambalaya? My mother's recipe is the best in Hell!"

"And what makes you think that I would trust anything you make for me?" Adam said with narrowed eyes. "How do I know you won't poison me or something?"

Alastor let out a chuckle. The idea of poisoning him was a funny way to kill him. But it wasn't the Radio Demon's preferred method. No, he liked to be up close and personal when choosing his victims. Adam wasn't even on his list if Alastor was being honest with himself. When did that happen? He shook his head. It didn't matter but he did have a reputation to uphold after all.

"Oh, Adam. You've been here for three months now? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done so already!"

He watched as Adam mulled over his words before shrugging. "Ah, fuck it. But why food?"

Alastor rolled his eyes. "Didn't I already tell you why? You're hungry, Adam. You're intentionally skipping meals. No one under this roof will starve while I'm here." And that was it. Adam didn't say anything else and neither did Alastor for the duration of the meal. But somehow, they both knew that something had changed. Any time Adam skipped a meal, Alastor was there to make sure he ate.

Four months

Alastor and Adam had begun acting differently with each other. Alastor wasn't sure when that happened, but they were...friendly with each other. They joked, they ate together, and they even sometimes took walks around Hell. Alastor didn't know how things had changed but the Radio Demon wasn't opposed to it.

Adam was good company when you looked past the first layer. No one seemed even willing to try to look past the tough exterior Adam put out to protect himself. A shell that Alastor finally seemed to be slowly chipping away with hard work. No good friendship was easy but the Radio Demon, weirdly enough, was willing to give it a go.

He was currently telling all this to his best friend, Rosie. Oh, and what a doll she was!

"Oh, Alastor! That's wonderful!" Rosie said with a warm smile. But that smile quickly turned into a playful smirk. "But you don't see it, do you?"

Alastor tilted his head. He didn't like to be on the outs when it came to information. Rosie knew this though, so she had better get to the point.

"What do you mean, dear?"

"Alastor, you're in love. Or at least attracted to him." Alastor felt something snap in him, like a record snapping in half.

He let out a laugh. "Rosie, you do say the most hilarious things! In love? Me? Preposterous! Why, perish the thought!"

Rosie just gave him a knowing smirk. "You haven't stopped talking to about him for an hour. That says a lot."

Alastor looked at his now cold tea. Him? In love with Adam? He couldn't be! He had never been even attracted to anyone when he was alive nor since he died. Why would Rosie even suggest this?

"Just think about it." Rosie urged. And so Alastor did. He thought about it when he did his broadcast. He thought about it when he and Adam ate dinner, the lamb conveniently forgot, and he thought about it when he was sitting in his bed.

He thought about Adam in general. He was pleasing to the eyes. Anyone could see that. Big brown eyes, all soft curves, and a throat he just wanted to bite—

"Shit," Alastor said when he realized it. He guessed Rosie was right after all. He glanced at his lap. If he gave this a try, would Adam be okay with him not having sexual intimacy with him? Sex didn't gross him out, but he just never felt the need for it. His body wasn't made for something like that and Alastor had come to accept that. It was no skin off his nose in life or death.

But from Alastor's experience, nobody was satisfied with that. They always wanted more than what he could give. A certain annoying television came into mind making him growl. Would Adam be the same?

He sighed as he flopped into bed. He would think about this tomorrow.

Four months, two weeks

Alastor gave it enough thought. He was well and truly in love with Adam. He watched his lamb, for he was his and his alone, sitting on the hotel's roof with an animal he didn't care to know the name of. It was a cross between a chicken and a rat with a beak full of razor-sharp teeth that wouldn't hesitate to bite your shins if you weren't careful.

Adam, of course, was the exception to it all as he petted the thing on his lap as it slept. He murmured soft things to it and looked at peace.

Alastor was holding a bouquet, one that held meaning. It consisted of red Roses, peonies, tulips, amaryllis, and American Cowslip. It was hard for even him to get flowers such as this, they didn't normally grow in the Pride Ring, but Alastor wanted to pull all the stops.

He sighed to himself, why was he so nervous, as he walked up to the lamb demon. Alastor cleared his throat to get his attention and Adam turned to him with a lazy smile. "Hi, Alastor. What do you got there?"

"I know exactly what they mean." Alastor interrupted. "I picked them out especially for you." Adam let out a shaky breath, his warm brown eyes flickering from the flowers back to the Radio Demon.

Alastor bowed to Adam and presented him with the flowers. "For you, mon ange~" The sheep demon gently moved the sleeping creature before gingerly taking the bouquet in his hands. "Alastor, do you know what these mean? Because—"

"Adam, would you do me the magnificent honor of allowing me to court you?" Brown eyes widened. It was filled with fear, hurt, hope, and intrigue. Adam was always filled with so much emotion.

"I—I, you have to know about my failed marriages. I don't want to fuck up what we have because I want more." He said softly. This was the most vulnerable he had ever seen the demon. Alastor realized just how much trust he was putting in him and he couldn't help but feel even more love.

"No relationship, friendship or romantic, is easy." He placed a clawed hand on the taller demon's cheek causing him to gasp softly. "But I want to try." Alastor then added, "If you feel uncomfortable with the idea though, we can forget this happened. I am more than happy being friends with you."

He watched so many emotions flicker in his eyes before Adam timidly smiled. "Let's do it. Let's fuckign do it."

Four months, three weeks.

Alastor brushed through his hair with a comb. This was it. He had a date with Adam. Their first ever date was tonight and everything had to be perfect. For the past week, they have been keeping their relationship a secret. Alastor was fine with that. He wanted his lamb to be comfortable with everything they do.

They had sweet nights together, just talking about everything and anything. Food prepared especially for Adam that Alastor tried to replicate from when the man was alive. He also had fun showing him his own roots. Adam was a fast learner, taking all the information like a sponge. Sure, his vocabulary was sprinkled with curses and his music was less than desirable, but they both respected each other and that said a lot.

Alastor took one last look in the mirror and smiled. He was never fully dressed without one.

Walking out of his room, he made his way to Adam's room where they agreed to meet up before heading to the restaurant. As he prepared himself to knock, he heard a voice he recognized immediately and it made his hackles rise.

"What's wrong, Adam? Where's that furious spirit you have?" Lucifer. He hated that man. Not only was he a neglectful father, but he was also a pitiful man who moaned about his ex-wife all the time to those who could hear it. Especially when he was drunk. He threw his power around with Adam because Charlie had him under contract and he wasn't allowed to hurt anyone in the hotel. Lucifer used this against him a lot.

"Let go! Fucking let go!" Adam yelled angrily but Alastor could hear the fear tinged in it. With a furious growl, he manifested into the room and took in what was in front of him.

Lucifer had a leash around Adam's neck, holding it harshly to the point he was wheezing. A heeled boot was digging into his lower back and Alastor knew it would leave a bruise.

"Well, what do you have here?" Alastor growled out menacingly. They both looked up. One with a carefully blank expression and the other with a fearful yet hopeful look.

"Run along, Bambi. This doesn't concern you." Lucifer said before he yanked the chain again. Adam, like the good lamb he was, refused to let out the whimper Alastor could see bubbling up.

"Charlie is looking for you. What should I tell her about what I'm seeing?" Lucifer growled out as well. Pure demonic energy filled the room, neither one seemingly ready to back down. Alastor supposed the fear of losing whatever family he had left was enough for Lucifer to back down after awhile. With a final yank, the chain disappeared along with the King of Hell.

Alastor helped Adam up and brought him into a hug. "My dear, it's alright now. I won't let him do that anymore."

Adam was shaking, trusting that Alastor wouldn't make fun of him for being so shaken up. As if the Radio Demon would ever do such a thing. "Adam, it's going to be okay. I'm here to protect you now." Adam finally allowed a few tears out and gave a shaky smile. "You always are. Thank you, Alastor. I hope this doesn't ruin our date."

"Of course not. And might I say, you look beautiful!" With a snap of his fingers, the dirt on Adam disappeared from his clothes leaving him in the nice dress shirt and pants he had dressed himself in.

"Should we head for the restaurant now? We do have reservations if you're still up for it."

"Fuck yes."

The date was splendid. The food was excellent. Adam seemed to have had a wonderful time and they were now in Alastor's bedroom.

The Radio Demon smirked at his lamb, who was sitting on his lap with a blush on his face. "Now, before we do anything, I must confess something." Alastor knew this was truly the moment of truth. Would Adam accept him for who he was?

"I can't have sex with you." He said bluntly. Adam tilted his head, blush fading as he listened to Alastor. "I just never felt that way before. Never. Even now, when I'm holding you and want to bite you, I'm not aroused in the slightest."

Adam nodded as if he just explained everything. "You're asexual. That's fine."

"I'm what now?" Alastor asked, completely confused by the term.

"Asexual. Someone who doesn't have a sexual attraction to anyone. I mean, there's a whole ass spectrum and I'm not the best fucking person to explain everything, but yeah. That's perfectly normal. There are plenty of people in Heaven who are asexual and who are still in healthy relationships. We don't have to have sex. I want to be with you because I love you."

Alastor chuckled. Who knew there was a word this entire time that explained why he was the way he was? "Oh, Adam. You really are the best thing to Fall into Hell."

Adam was back to blushing now, flustered by the compliment. "But I believe you misunderstood me." The sheep demon looked delightfully confused. "While I might not be doing anything, doesn't mean we can't have fun."

Alastor grinned wickedly as he summoned his shadow and picked Adam up. The sheep squeaked in surprise at the sudden motion. "Let me show you just how much fun we can have." The shadow directed Adam and had him turned around but not before stripping him naked. He was dropped back onto Alastor's lap who was quick to grab his wrists and pin them above with a tentacle.

"A—Alastor!" Adam moaned out when the Radio Demon licked up his neck. His lamb smelled delicious~.

"Yes, my dear? I hope this is to your liking." Adam moaned when his shadow twisted his nipples gently. Alastor didn't know that he would be so sensitive!

Adam rocked in his lap and Alastor watched fascinated as he got aroused. This was something that he caused and for some reason, it gave a possessive and obsessive need to be the only one to cause this. No one would ever be allowed to touch Adam this way. He would sooner burn all of Hell down before he would allow someone to touch what was his. Alastor's mother always said he never liked to share.

"More, please!" Adam begged. Alastor loved it when his lamb begged. He sounded beautiful. "More? Oh, but our first time should be gentle." He teased into the crook of his neck, knowing that would drive someone like Adam insane.

"I can take it! Please!" Adam begged.

"Now, don't be a brat or I might have to spank you like one. Your first time with me will be gentle and loving." Alastor's word was law and Adam could tell because he nodded pitifully.

While his shadow was busy deep-throating Adam, the Radio Demon licked and bit his way through Adam's neck. He tasted divine! A true delicacy! Experimenting, Alastor bit down hard, hard enough to draw blood. Adam moaned loud and low, his dick twitching in his shadow. Ah, so he liked biting? That was something they had in common.

Adam was thrashing in his hold so Alastor held him down by one hip while his shadow held him down on the other. The Radio Demon was stronger than Adam but the fact that his lamb didn't fight back when he was held down showed Alastor how much trust he had in him. Trust that he would take care of him.

It was a heady feeling. More tentacles appeared and each caressed exposed skin as Adam writhed in his grip.

To seal the whole thing, Alastor watched as he drank some tea. The sounds of begging and crying from pleasure were lovely. He folded a leg over his left and watched as his lamb moaned looking at him. Perhaps he was turned on by the fact that Alastor was watching and not actively participating. He could work with that.

Alastor watched as he ejaculated in his shadow, who gobbled it up with a smirk. "And now for the main event!" Adam was held aloft, tentacles holding him in the air. His shadow, equipped with the necessary parts, stretched the pent-up Adam.

His chubby body was on full display and it delighted Alastor to know that his lamb was plumping up. It means he wasn't starving himself as much.

"Look at you! All tied up for me to look at. I just want to put you on display, you're so beautiful!" Adam moaned, his voice muffled by a tentacle in his mouth.

"You looked stuffed, lamb. Do you want to be my feast?" Alastor asked as he casually sipped his tea.

His shadow seemed done prepping him and was now gently thrusting into him, just like Alastor ordered him to. Nice and slow. Gentle. It was sure to drive Adam mad with pleasure.

Adam moaned, his body rocking in the grip of his tentacles. "I love this look on you. A drooling mess. But it's mine, understood? I don't like to share, my lamb. If we are to do this, you must only do it with me." The tentacle in his mouth was brought out of his mouth and it turned Adam's head in his direction. "Well, Adam? Do you want to be mine? To hold? To love? To be partners in every sense of the word?"

Adam had just enough sense left in his brain to yell out, "Yes! I want you!" Alastor watched as he climaxed on the floor as his shadow finished inside him. Adam was gently placed in Alastor's arms and the Radio Demon took him to the bathroom. Yes, this lamb was his alone.

Hope that was good! Again, I tried to keep Alastor as canon as I could. Love you, anon!

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badass-queer-couples-battle · 5 months

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Gay wrongs tournament, round one of the losers bracket

Propaganda:

For Jonathan and Martin:

Season Five is so funny for this. Jon is like nooooo I can't kill these people I'm enjoying it what does that say about me and Martin is like FUCK EM UP. I think they end up killing like three or four people as part of that. Very swag of them

they go around an apocalyptic london smiting people but only if jon feels like it

One of them is an avatar of an eldricht god of fear, the other one serves a lonely god at some point. They try to be good but they actually did some terrible things. Jon ate some people's fear, re-opening their trauma. Martin is all about murdering the people who hurt them, once the apocalypse rolls around. They're canonically in love.

They literally bring the end of the world about, and Jon is the human embodiment of the fear of being watched. They also both have no concept of private property or privacy in general (they have broken into so many places). They also both share an affection for cows. They were living their best cottagecore life as the entire world was being thrown into a fear filled apocalypse that they caused.

For Edward Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot :

they ARE evil and they DO actually murder people together. and sometimes they try to kill each other. literally bonded over being murders when they first met. have done innumerable crimes since. gotham's worst on/off-couple.

The epitome of "the couple that kills together stays together" except that they are also often trying to kill each other. But that's just how love is sometimes. But yeah, Oswald confesses his love for Ed, except he also murdered Ed's girlfriend a little, then Ed tries to kill him, but then he hallucinates Oswald's ghost singing seductively to him because he's also definitely in love with him. They both do so much murder and they are both so in love with each other in such a messed up but ultimately devoted way; I genuinely think they are the most murderous and husbandly murder husbands out there. Plus they have all the delightful campy themed flair of Batman villains!

Goth x nerd couple except they're campy supervillains who like to spice their gay drama up with murder and they have soooo many issues. The spicing it up with murder includes both killing the other's partner out of jealousy and just trying to kill each other many MANY times. I wish the memory of this show was fresh enough in my mind to give you a breakdown of their relationship but alas. Anyway, these two are like the most iconic thing in this show for me, not only for their relationship but their personalities individually

#losers bracket round 1 #gotham series #gotham tv #the magnus archives #tma #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #jonmartin #edward nygma #oswald cobblepot #riddlebird

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There are a lot of videos about how Rory is the worst. And there are a lot of defense posts about Rory on Tumblr. What I've noticed is how so many people concentrate on Rory's mistakes and on her fall from grace and whatnot. There's a lot of debate on who's the best and worst boyfriend for her etc etc etc. People are either ready to crucify her from dropping out of Yale or advocating for a much needed break. But I guess what I haven't seen a lot is the detrimental role Dean played on Rory's self esteem.

We all remember and love Rory from season one, who was unapologetically herself, who stood up for herself to Tristin and Paris, and who had this dry wit, and just did her thing, studied a lot because she loved it. And then somehow that confident Rory disappeared, and turned into someone who crumbled under the first ever critique. I may be wrong, but I feel like Dean played a huge role in that.

It's a well known fact that women who date abusers, however confident they were getting into that relationship, can completely lose the sense of self, and their confidence by the end of it. And I feel like that is what we see when Rory starts dating Dean. The confident and cool Rory completely disappears by the end of season 2 after dating Dean for over a year. I feel like his jealous freak outs and him yelling at her slowly but surely were chipping away at Rory's sense of self. And she couldn't get away from it, because Lorelai encouraged that relationship. Even though she felt like it was wrong, she kept dating Dean because Lorelai thought he was a perfect boyfriend. (Which I mean, I sort of get. I mean, imagine being 16 and giving birth, her emotional development basically got stunted after that point. So even though she's technically 32, she's still 16 in her mind. And in her teenage brain a guy who shows up and calls when he says he would, unlike Christopher who's never there, it's basically the epitome of perfection). So Rory gets stuck in this clusterfuck of a relationship with Dean for years to come, while he mentally and emotionally abuses her throughout the whole thing. No wonder when she gets Mitchum's criticism, she's completely destroyed. Because dean's constant nags to her were like termites who ate away the fundamental foundation of what Rory is as a person. Even when Jess showed up she's been with Dean for way too long. I think it would've been better for her mental health in the long run if her and Dean didn't get back together at the end of season 1. Three months with Dean is more than enough.

#gilmore girls #rory gilmore #dean forester #lorelai gilmore

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writingsofwesteros · 5 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/lovelifechangesus/735685818508820480

Vaemond's daughter who took more after her mother in the hair color department. Idk what to use this for, but the woman is absolutely beautiful. There's so many ways this could go bc we have: (👑💀 btw)

King Aegon forcibly taking her as a second wife bc he's always wanted her and doesn't care if she tries to fight back Helaena joining in and gaining her trust first while secretly being VERY manipulative and obsessive when it comes to her wife. They force her to take Aegon’s cum in her pussy everytime, making it obvious that they're trying to breed her to force her to stay with them and ruin her for others.

Aemond crushing on the girl who never seemed to like her bastard "cousins" and bonding with her over their parent's mutual dislike of Rhaenyra’s endless rule breaking being swept under the rug they're both their mommy/daddy's favorite and have "repressed" anger issues, so they're both insufferable and occasionally explosive. The couple to make you cry within seconds. If they aren't already married and he needs to still choose a Baratheon, she would ride with him on her own dragon and go down the line instead of him. She'd make it seem like she was just helping him choose the best girl, but she was ultimately the one making the decision since the girl would be hers. She picks the shy girl and wastes no time breaking her new toy in, reducing the girl to a faithful puppy instead of competition for what's hers.

Daemon choosing her over Laena and forgetting all about his niece, telling her on their wedding night that he'd breed her and show her father how to properly carry on Valyrian features she yells at him a bit for being an ass, but alas, most of their children have silver hair and violet eyes. He definitely only got with her to piss off her father, but grows to love her and becomes extremely possessive the first time he catches her getting her pussy ate by two maids. Daemon puts her "in her place" when he walks by a room in his favorite pleasure house and stops to observe the lewd sight in front of him. A woman was roughly riding a man while hungrily making out with the girl sitting on his face, their tits brushing together beautifully. His cock rises even more as a beefy man brushes past him and quickly shoves his cock in her ass without preparation or warning, pounding into her with no self control. Daemon storms in angrily when the woman disconnects from her female lover and looks back at the man with a dopey smile, recognizing her as his new wife... needless to say, he never left her to her own devices again and knew if he cheated she'd surely out do him again.

Jacaerys lusting after her and begging his mommy to let him have her once he sees her at the Driftmark hearing and watches Vaemond be beheaded by his step-father, knowing the biggest obstacle was out of his way besides Baela ofc, but they could always share her cousin if push comes to shove. The first time he gets to her, he cums within seconds of being inside her, much to both of their horror. She's horrified to risk giving birth to a bastard's bastard, especially knowing how much Vaemond detested Rhaenyra’s family, and he is embarrassed he didn't get to take his time with her and is afraid his chances of her taking him seriously have lessened. Baela is furious to learn of his plans with her cousin, but only because she's had a crush on her since they were children, finding the older girl to be the epitome of beauty and remembering following her every lead. Baela would never forget how her cousin was the first person she ever had a wet dream about, it being induced by bathing with her and helping scrub her back, giving the younger girl a great chance to peak her body. They sleep next to each other, her cousin holding her in her arms with her tits in the girl's face as Baela's head becomes foggy before she ends up dreaming of sucking those pretty tits and exploring that pussy with her fingers.

Vaemond sending her to seduce Viserys so that he chooses her instead of Laena or any other girl, telling her it's for the good of their family and that she can be in control just like she's always wanted. She manipulates the older man severely and gets everything she wants from him, not needing much to convince him to give in to her every whim. It's obvious to everyone but him that she's the one that has complete control of the relationship, people gossiping about their new queen and how she's the person with the most power as he stupidly believes him topping her at night makes him the dominant. Rhaenyra hates seeing her dad being taken advantage of and being so mushy for some girl that's closer in age to herself while simultaneously admiring the woman for taking charge in a world that favors men. She'll never admit it, but she has a crush on the woman and practically leers at her everytime they're in the same room, her stepmother not nearly as conservative with her gowns as they'd expect a queen to be. Rhaenyra knows she can no longer resist her urges when she watches her new baby brother nurse from his mom's perky tit, waiting and following the woman to the baths later as if it were a coincidence they met up at the same time. Rhaenyra waits for the Velaryon to slip into the water and get comfortable before entering and sliding up behind her, groping her stepmother and pushing her up against the side of the hotspring, making her bend over it for easier access. Rhaenyra eagerly slides her tongue through her puffy folds and gives her the best head she's had in a long time, outdoing her father easily and making the queen squirt in her mouth. Viserys denies that their relationship is odd and gaslights himself into believing it's normal even though he's caught his daughter rutting her pussy against the woman that's supposed to be strictly her stepmom. He's much too happy they're getting along and Rhaenyra spices up their sex life because he actually starts putting in more work knowing he has competition Rhaenyra teaches her dad how to properly go down on their queen before getting permissionto ride the girl's face as she gives pointers to Viserys.

HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO CHOSE FROM ANY OF THIS!!

Second Wife: I love how Helaena is also in on the game. Nobody ever suspects her and this time is no difference as Vaemond's daughter even forgets she is dealing with two dragons. NSFW GIF

Second son's lust: They would so be a couple that would make anyone cry thank you very much. Of course, they need a sweet little doe to break and oh how they do it. They seal the Baratheon ally and their relationship only thrives.

His chosen lust: Of course Daemon has alternative motives; such a dick and we love him for it. Teasing her about her genetics not being strong enough should not be so hot. NSFW GIF

Strong lust: He has mommy issues !! Of course he gets Rhaenyra to get him everything he wants. Jace not lasting long is delicious as well as Baela pouting in the background. This is not what Vaemond's daughter wanted and now she is stuck.

The King's lust: ALL OF THIS! Of course Viserys thinks taking her beneath him means something. Bless him. Rhaenyra just drooling over her .

#👑💀 anon #second wife #second son's lust #his chosen lust #strong lust #the king's lust #hot thots

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jokingmisfit · 2 years

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Heyaa I was wondering if you could please write a yandere Silas from tvd fic?

Sorry it took so long to respond. I got a puppy, my phone got shut off, my puppy ate the WiFi, and I found out I was allergic to weed. Anyways I fucking got you! 😼

Warnings- Kidnapping, reader is a vamp, i don’t know how good i captured his character but i’m open to advice, idk but tell me if i missed something

What Is Wrong With You?

It wasn’t like my life wasn’t always in danger anyway, but something about this situation seemed much more… Deadly? Scary? I really don’t know. All I do know is that it felt like if I made one small mistake I will never see anyone other than this man again.

It made no sense! Why is a man who spent years upon years just trying to get this girl back just suddenly flip and turn that obsession on me? I just don’t get it!

I sat on the bed in the middle of the room. If I dwell on the interior it looks like it belongs in a castle. Dark blue tapestries and bed sheets with complementary white and grey color accents. I had to admit that the bed was more comfortable than any I’ve ever laid in. The room was like that of a dream. It doesn’t take away the fact I’ve been kidnapped.

I’ve been here long enough that I’ve just grown more confused and more bored. He won’t explain why he’s acting like this, and I don’t think he even knows.

The doors swing open showing a very happy Silas. He walks to me with what I only describe as pure glee.

“Good morning, Sunshine!~” he said, flopping onto the bed.

Sighing, I turned to look at the sky through the dark curtains. “I don’t like the day.” I don’t want to please him with too many words.

He turned to lay on his stomach. “Oh, don’t be like that. You know I can just read your thoughts.” He says.

I glared back at him. “What is wrong with you?”

Silas smiled and tilts his head in mock confusion.

“None of this makes any sense,” I say, “You are in love with Amara, that’s obvious. So why are you kidnapping me, calling me cute nicknames, stealing my daylight ring, tying me to this stupid bed, and wanting me to feel happy with your perverted flirts!”

Silas stares at me. It’s a calm, demanding look. A large jump from his taunts and jokes. “You,” he starts, “are so kind, you always give people your hand even when they have a bad past. Even when you know they’re going to hurt you, you try to help them.” He grabs my hands gently. “Amara isn’t the same, she isn’t afraid to put herself first.”

I cut him off quietly. “She’s been through a lot.”

He laughs. “See there it is again always sympathizing. Strong yet so sweet. I hate to admit, but over the time we’ve interacted I’ve realized you are the true epitome of perfection. And to this,” He motions to the ropes and room. “I knew you would never pick me first. You’re too scared…” Silas smiles again and pats my leg. “But that's no problem, I'm going to get you good. It’s only a matter of time before you fall for my charm!”

He’s thought about this more than I thought… I don’t know what’s more frightening, him thinking this is alright or that he really thinks I’ll love him.

“Don’t be like that Dovey. There’s no need to be so negative.” He pouts mockingly.

Silas stands and leans to kiss my cheek. I try to pull away but he grabs my wrist and pulls me to him.

He straightens. “Well I have some annoying friends to take care of. You’ll wait here for me won’t you.” He laughs harder and walks out the room.

I start to lean into the bed, but he pops his head back in. “Love ya!” He says with a wink.

I truly am screwed.

#jesteranswers #yandere silas #silas x reader #Silas #yandere silas x reader #tvd #the vampire diaries #vampire diaries x reader #tvd x reader #yandere tvd

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protagonistpolling · 1 year

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PROTAGONIST POLLING

Why should you vote for either of these characters?

Why should you vote for Max Caulfield? (1)

"Can manipulate time at a whim. Built a pipe bomb to break into the principle's office. Solved a murder, survived a kidnapping, got her photography teacher arrested, saved a friend from suicide, and created multiple alternate realities. Made up for a five year absence by doing everything in her power to save her best friend, including destroying her hometown. And did it all in less than a week."

"max caulfield, and lis as a whole, is just. its so good! so tragic, so gay. whoever she goes against may be fanon gay but max is a canon girl liker"

"max caulfield is a great character and also literally the epitome of pathetic wet cat i take no criticism. also she levelled a small town kind of on accident"

Why should you vote for Captain Olimar? (2)

"He's such an everyman I love him, he doesn't deserve what he gets put thru. Hes an interstellar freight driver who crash lands on a death planet with toxic air and makes it back home so he can see his wife and kids again. While on the death planet he finds a cool bottlecap and saves it for his son :) Then when he gets back, his company is bankrupt because his coworker Louie ate a whole shipment of golden carrots and blamed space pirate bunnies. The President of the freight company sells off Olimars cool ship he just pieced back together on the death planet, then the president sees the cool bottlecap is worth more than a years wages and decides "oh yeah I'll take that as a company asset now and sell it to pay out debts, also you and the new hire are going back to the death planet from treasure hunting". And then while there Louie tries to eat every enemy including a ghost which probably possesses him. In any case Louie is heavily implied to end up trying to kill Olimar by piloting the final boss. Olimar just puts up with so much shit and despite it all he still has time to dedicate to his apparent interest of taxonomical research. He almost dies and took the time to think "hey this would be a cool gift for my son" hes so precious he deserves the world i love him"

"ahhhh i love pikmin"

#tournament poll #poll2023 #max caulfield #life is strange #lis #pikmin #olimar #captain olimar

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virtie333 · 5 months

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Day 11 - Life Day Damerey Celebration

Prompt: Light(s)

Summary: Rey shows Poe how she celebrates Christmas

Notes: This is another Modern AU, and I had it take place in my hometown so they could do one of my favorite holiday traditions.

Warnings: This is mostly fluff and feelings, but there is a bit of inuendo. Poe is horny.

AO3

Poe Dameron had never really though much of Christmas.

His mother had been raised Jewish and he father Catholic, but neither practiced their faith much by the time he was born. While he did remember having a decorated tree with presents from Santa under it, that tradition ended after his mother died. As an adult, Christmas was to him just a secular annoyance buoyed by commercialization, the epitome of capitalism. Other than going to his father’s house for dinner on Christmas Eve, the holiday was just another day in his world.

But that was before he met Rey Smith.

Though not one of those ‘bible thumping’ Christians, Rey wasn’t afraid to comment on her belief in Jesus. Her parents had instilled in her a strong faith that continued on even after their deaths in a car accident when she was ten. Growing up in various foster homes, she looked forward to Christmas every year, mostly because no matter where she was, it brought back good memories of her real family and gave her hope for a bright future. While she didn’t attend church regularly, she always made it to Christmas Eve mass every year.

They had begun dating over the summer, after being introduced by Rey’s friend (and foster brother) Finn, who just happened to be dating Poe’s childhood friend Rose. Everything about Rey made Poe happy, even her love of Christmas, though he still couldn’t understand it. She had invited him to go to mass with her, but she had told him that she wouldn’t think less of him if he refused. He told her he’d think about it.

One thing she would not let him get out of, however, was going to Storybook Island to see the lights. Every weekend between Thanksgiving and New Years, the children’s theme park, which closed for the winter, dressed itself up in thousands of Christmas lights. Having grown up in Rapid, Poe had vague memories of going to the park as a child, but had not been near it as an adult, and had never seen the lights. Rey was going to make sure he saw them this year.

They went the weekend before Christmas. They had had snow earlier in the week, but the night itself was mild by South Dakota standards, with temps around 20 and no wind. Poe was already enthralled by the colorful display even before they entered the gate to the park, and as he and Rey wandered along the paths, not only was he awed by the lights, but memories of walking these same paths with his mother as a child found their way to the surface of his mind. Cinderella’s pumpkin coach, the whale that ate Pinocchio, the Wizard of Oz, the old lady in the shoe… he remembered it all, but almost as if it was all from a dream.

He watched as Rey laughed and grinned and pulled him along to something she was excited to see, never letting go of his hand. He had never seen her so giddy! About half way through the park, it started snowing, which only increased Rey’s delight. He stopped her at one point, unable to keep himself from kissing her. She laughingly pushed him away. “Poe, there are kids around!”

“Well, it’s not like I’m gonna bend you over and rail you,” he joked. “Not here, anyway.”

She swatted him playfully, but the glint in her eye told him she was going to remind him he said that later. They eventually made it to the exit, where hot chocolate was being served, and they stood together watching as families with children stopped to see Santa. They also saw more than a few couples like themselves walking hand in hand.

Feeling happier than he had been in a long time, Poe looked at the woman he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. “I wanna make a deal with you,” he told her.

She looked at him, her eyebrows raised. “What kind of deal?”

“I’ll go with you to this Christmas Eve mass… it’s at ten, right?… if you agree to come to my father’s for dinner earlier that evening.”

Rey’s eyes lit up and her beautiful smile grew. “Yeah,” she said. “I like that plan.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m going to go to church with you all the time, though,” he added.

She shook her head. “I don’t expect you to,” she said. “You can’t force faith,” she told him. “Just like you can’t force love. It just happens.”

He gave her a steady look. “Yeah, it just happens.”

“Merry Christmas, Poe.”

“Merry Christmas, Rey.”

#fanfiction #damerey #jedipilot #poe x rey #modern au #christmas

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mandareeboo · 8 months

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Loona considering if she be up for a polycule with Vortex and Bee?

Loona's never had a partner. She's had dates, of course, and a few even lasted a couple, but it's hard to find romance when you're a hellhound in Pride. Doesn't help to have a dad who aims a glock at anyone's dick when they try. So no. No boyfriends or girlfriends to name of, and especially not both. Not until Bee and Tex.

It just?? Kind of happens????

Loona's house is closer to Bee's than Vortex's. This is apparently good info to have, as the sin starts casually climbing through the window to sleep off whatever drugs she'd taken the night before. Loona asked how much drugs a sin had to take to get high and she'd laughed and laughed until it trailed off into a guttural snore.

She'd sat through Blitz's inane attempts to sound threatening and ate all their bacon, then Vortex came by with more and they all went out giving away hangover cures to locals; because that's something the epitome of gluttony does, apparently.

Then she'd just. Dropped by work one day? Because she'd texted Vortex that it was a shitty day and somehow that meant sending demonic royalty? And Vortex brought donuts, because he was the bringer of foodstuffs or whatever, and Moxxie and Millie wouldn't let that shit go for months.

Vortex had texted her the same and Loona, assuming reciprocity was needed (she's had more hookups than friends, alright?) brought him food for once and he was so happy to see her it almost made Verosika Mayday glaring at her survivable.

And they just. Kept doing it? Kept commenting on her shitty photos, kept laughing at her shitty jokes. She couldn't be that entertaining, surely? One hellhound who could barely get a sentence out and refused to partake in the honey?

Then Bee had kissed her and. Huh. That's a thing now.

Loona agonized for days over telling Vortex, terrified of losing the only friendships she'd ever had, and then he'd just. Given her a gentle laugh and patted her on the back. And apologized??? To her??? For his girlfriend kissing her?????

"We thought you knew," he says sheepishly. "We're poly, girl. And open. Bee's been wantin' to ask you for a while now, but we know you're not exactly the spontaneous type. I think she finally exploded."

Which felt. Suspiciously like an invitation. But Loona wasn't losing this, so Loona decided to throw her last braincells in the trash and go 'I don't see it'.

Then Vortex asked if he could kiss her, and she kind of lost her willpower in that bin too.

All things have an expiration date. That's, like, one of the laws of the universe, between gravity and physics. Apples falling from trees. No one really likes Loona, not really. The stop will kill you in a car crash. Eventually Bee and Tex will get bored of whatever they thought this was, and Loona would be stuck at a dead-end job with her dad and two imps who hate her.

Loona relays all of this to Bee while they smoke a cigarette. She isn't entirely sure why she says all of that. To make it easier? So that when they turn and walk away, they will know she's expecting it and won't fight them?

Beezlebub tsks, squishes the cinders, and pulls her into a hug. "You're all sad and lonely, girl. We gotta fix that. We'll get you all loved up, you'll see."

Everything has a timer. But Loona snuggles into Bee's soft fur and decides, to hell with it. Might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

#Ask #Question Mandar #Writing #chaossepher #Helluva Boss #Loona #Vortex #Beezlebub

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so-scarlett-maroon · 6 months

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The Professor and the Librarian

Rating: Explicit (Smut)

No Archive Warings Apply

Pumpkin Spice Fic Fest

Words: 10,000

Chapters: 1/1

The first time Draco saw her, she was sitting in a reading nook, flipping through a children's book. The sun was shining through the windows behind her, lighting up her brown curls to show off their golden highlights. He felt drawn to her. He wanted to walk right up and say hello that second, but Scorpius pulled him down an aisle.

"I need a bunny book, Dad!” he said, as he tugged Draco’s hand. His son had apparently been learning about all kinds of pets with his nanny and was now obsessed with bunnies. It was incredibly cute. They located the children’s non-fiction and went home from the library with 7 books on bunnies but no information about the gorgeous librarian.

When they returned to the Rowena Ravenclaw Wizarding Public Library the next week, it was only because he’d heard they hosted a lovely story time for young children, and not at all because he wanted to see the mysterious librarian again. Scorpius had thrown a bit of a fit about the entire concept of shoes existing, so they were running late. They rushed up the steps and through the big wooden doors before following the signs posted for storytime. They found themselves in that very same corner where he’d first seen her. She was sitting in the window nook again, but this time she was surrounded by children sitting on the carpet at her feet. Draco stood back with the other parents while Scorpius pushed through the line of people and found a spot. She smiled brightly at him but glared a bit at Draco.

She’s a stickler about punctuality, he noted. Draco tried his best to look apologetic but he wasn’t sure it was very convincing.

“I am Librarian Granger, and I am so happy to see so many smiling faces here today!” she began.

He felt triumphant, he had a name, only a last name, but it was progress.

“Today we are reading one of my favorite books, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.” She read the story with so much enthusiasm getting louder and louder as the caterpillar ate more and more. The children were all giggling, Scorpius threw his head back, his tiny face red from laughter. It felt good to see his son smiling. He hadn’t done much of that since they moved back from France. When the caterpillar emerged from its cocoon as a bright and beautiful butterfly, the children oohed and awed at the colorful illustration in the book. She lifted her wand and whispered a quick incantation. Suddenly the air was filled with paper butterflies fluttering down to the children. A purple one landed on Scorpius and he immediately ran to his father to show it off.

“Look, Dad, look!” he shouted as he held his paper prize aloft.

"I see it, Scorpius. It's very beautiful. What are you going to name it?”

“Umm, Purple?” the boy suggested.

“We could call her Lilac? Or Lavender? Even Periwinkle,” Draco suggested.

"No… I like Purple,” Scorpius replied.

"Well then Purple is perfect,” Draco said, smiling down at him. Most of the crowd had begun to dissipate, so Draco decided to take the opportunity to speak with Librarian Granger. She was wearing a swishy floral skirt that reached all the way down to her ankles with a plain white t-shirt tucked into it. Her hair was, sadly, up in a bun today, but she still looked stunning.

Draco approached her, doing his best to come off as casual and cool, two things he wasn’t exactly known for. He’d worn charcoal gray trousers and an oxford shirt but had left the first button undone. He was the epitome of laid back, he was sure.

"Hello, Ms. Granger, I just wanted to thank you for a lovely storytime. My son, Scorpius, enjoyed it so much.”

“Oh, you are very welcome Mr....,”

“Malfoy. Draco Malfoy,” he supplied.

She smiled politely at him. “...Mr. Malfoy. But no need to thank me, it's my job. Besides, I love reading to the children and seeing their faces light up.”

“Yes, well, you did a wonderful job of it. Scorpius hasn’t smiled that much since I told him we were leaving Lourdes.”

Hermione's eyes widened with interest “You moved from Lourdes? You must have been working at Beauxbatons then, yes? I have heard lovely things about that school."

Draco nodded, glad to have landed on a topic that interested the pretty witch. “Yes, I was a student there and later became the Potion’s Master. I’ve just left my post after 6 years.”

“Oh well, welcome to the UK then.”

“Thank you very much, but it’s actually welcome back to the UK. I was born in Wiltshire, although I moved to France when I was still quite young. I’m sure there is much I don’t know about Wizarding London now; I haven’t been back in many years. Perhaps you could show me around sometime?”

She arched an eyebrow at him. It was not a good sign. She said nothing for a moment, the silence was deafening. He thought he’d been rather smooth, but Ms. Granger seemed to disagree.

Finally, she spoke, “You are not the first father to hit on me while I am working but you are the first one who forgot to slip off his wedding ring,” she said, staring pointedly at the silver band on his left ring finger.

Continued on AO3

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sunjakes · 2 years

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cuddling with enha ♡

pairing: enhypen x gn!reader genre: established relationships, pure unadulterated fluff warnings: intended lowercase, mentions of food, jake is majorly whipped, not proofread so bare with me if there's any errors word count: 2k a/n: i haven't written proper fanfiction in forever so i am so sorry if this is bad LMAO i’ll get better i promise

↪︎ lee heeseung 이희승

peak boyfriend material, we already knew.

heeseung loves holding you so much :(

he swears he could die a happy man the second his arms meet your waist

and he makes sure you’re aware of that

you’re in the kitchen making ramen for the both of you?

heeseung has you in a back hug, pressing soft kisses to your hair

“hee, go sit down, it’s almost ready-” “why don’t we just stay in here?~”

so you did .

you both split the ramen and ate with him leaning against the countertop, still holding you as close to him as he could while still being able to eat

even when he’s playing games with another member

heeseung insists on having you in his lap, his chin resting on your shoulder as he plays

he covers your face in kisses whenever he wins a round

“y/n look, you’re like my lucky charm~”

he only laughs at your flustered reaction when he hears the other boy in the room fake gagging at his pda

and on the days where he’s just exhausted from work, he likes to be the little spoon

you thought it was impossible to love him more than you already did, but you seem to fall for him harder every time he asks you to hold him

he rests his head on your chest and you hold him just like he holds you every other day

and he feels like the luckiest guy in the world.

he 100% ends up falling asleep to the pace of your heartbeat sometimes

you can’t help but run your fingers through his hair and you probably pass out too

you keep him sane and grounded, so he makes sure to give you all the love in the world in return :)

↪︎ park jongseong 박종성

jay is such a romantic oh my god

whenever you’re in his vicinity, he has to have an arm around your waist

it’s completely subconscious for him too

he’ll just be having a conversation with jake in the living room

and as soon as you sit next to him on the couch, his arm snakes around you that same second

he’d be the kind of boyfriend to keep his hand in your back pocket while you’re walking in public

he doesn’t even mean it in a sexual or intimate way

it’s almost like he wants to be sure that you’re there next to him

if you two have a movie night at the dorms, he has an arm draped over your shoulders and holds your hand

he likes to play with your fingers too

he absolutely loves holding you close to him while you’re laying in bed

his hands gently run along your sides or your back and he ghosts little patterns along your shirt with his fingers

he’s always pressing the softest kisses to your temple or forehead and uses them to wordlessly get your attention

and when you look up at him he’s literally looking at you with the epitome of heart eyes

he is so deeply in love with you and doesn’t understand how he managed to have someone like you in his life

so all he can think to do is cup your face and pull you into the longest yet softest kiss to try and convey those thoughts to you

he pulls away with the softest “i love you~” and you swear your heart is about to implode

↪︎ sim jaeyun 심재윤

everyone and their mother knows that jake sim is the ultimate cuddle bug !!

i swear that boy wants to be next to you literally 24/7

he’s the type to send clingy texts with pouty selfies

“i miss you, love :(“ or “i can’t wait to see my baby again” when he has practices or schedules brb crying .

but when both of y’all are free …

oh boy he will immediately call to invite you over .

and as soon as he hears the door start to open, he is right there in front of you

he’s smiling at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen

which to him, you absolutely are

in a matter of seconds you’re in his arms

and he’s definitely the type to pick up/spin his partner when he’s feeling extra clingy :(

instantly heads towards the couch or his bed if he’s super tired

covers you both with a blanket and wraps his arms around you, holding you as close to him as he can without suffocating you

this includes him burying his face into the crook of your neck and refusing to move even an inch

he loves to press the softest kisses to your shoulder and neck

you hear soft mumbles of “i missed you so much, angel” and “i love you” and he always means it

and if you respond with “i love you too, jakey~” or any pet name/variation on his name

he just becomes a puddle of love (and you can hear his little giggles coming from the crook of your neck)

he somehow manages to pull you even closer to him

↪︎ park sunghoon 박성훈

i swear everyone seems to picture hoon as this super shy “too scared to do anything around anyone” type of boyfriend

and i mean

do i think its cute?

yes, absolutely .

like yeah i know sunghoon’s an introvert

but i don’t think he’s that reserved when it comes to pda with his s/o

i can picture you in his lap as y’all watch movies in the dorms

one of his hands is in yours, gently rubbing and drawing patterns on your skin with his thumb

the other’s gently running through your hair as you rest your head on his shoulder

or he’s like heeseung and rests his chin on your shoulder while he wraps his arms around your waist

and like jay, he loves to press soft kisses to your temple or your shoulder

when you guys are alone though?

this boy lets out all his affection

i'm talking kisses all over your face

if he's in a super good mood, he'll just pick you up and head straight to go cuddle in bed

he more than likely pokes any spots where you're ticklish on the way to his bedroom

when you whine at him for tickling you he tries to hide his laugh by cupping your face and pressing more kisses to your nose and cheeks

after a while he stops and whispers a soft "sorry, baby~" and pulls you close to his chest as he lays down

you just roll your eyes and bury your face in his chest and his hand instantly moves to stroke your hair

he hears you mutter "you're lucky you're cute, park..." but he can tell by the way that you lean into his touch that you're not genuinely upset with him

sunghoon just smiles and presses a kiss to the top of your head, his arms tightening around you

"i love you too~"

↪︎ kim sunoo 김선우

THIS BOY LOVES NOTHING MORE THAN TO HUG YOU

sunoo is just a big ball of love and sunshine

he gives you the tightest hugs whenever you visit him at the dorms

"wah, angel, you're here!!" he's absolutely beaming as you walk through the door, a similar smile easily making it's way to your face

very similar to jake and instantly pulls you to go cuddle

as soon as you both are laid down, he kisses your cheek before asking you every question under the sun about how your day was

he wants to know every single detail

and when you start to tell him, his only focus is on the words leaving your lips

makes direct eye contact with you, nodding and letting out quiet hums to let you know that he's genuinely listening

cups your cheek after you finish and presses a gentle kiss to your lips

depending on how your day went, it either is a short peck before he starts to relay details about his own day

or it lasts a little bit longer before he pulls away with a small pout, offering to give you advice for any gripes you may have had

you rest your head on his chest, quickly finding comfort in his heartbeat and the vibrations of his voice in his chest

he smiles as he hugs you closer, clearly realizing you were a few minutes from falling asleep

you hum as he starts to run his fingers through your hair, and the last thing you hear before falling into a content sleep is "nap well, my pretty baby~"

↪︎ yang jungwon 양정원

jungwon tries to stay chill and collected whenever you stop by the dorms when the members are still around

he knows how those boys will take any chance they get to poke fun at their beloved leader

so when he sees you walk through the door, he decides to give you a tight hug, pressing a discreet kiss to your forehead

typically the most pda he does around the other members is holding your hand, rubbing soft circles against your skin with his thumb

but if they had to record and he was the first one back to the dorms, you better believe he's inviting you over to watch movies and cuddle

as you both sit on the couch with popcorn and sweets, he instantly pulls you into his arms

he smiles as he presses a soft kiss to your lips, resting his head on your shoulder before starting the movie

"you're so cute, won~" you laugh quietly and press a quick kiss to his cheek, cuddling closer to him as he tightens his hold on you

he chuckles before covering you both with a blanket

"what, am i not allowed to enjoy some peace and quiet with my partner whom i love so dearly?~" he asks, praying that you both will have time to finish the movie before any other members return home

you roll your eyes and rest your head against his chest, fighting the urge to laugh as you catch a glimpse of niki opening the door in the reflection of the tv screen

"JAY HYUNG !! JUNGWON HYUNG IS BEING ALL LOVEY DOVEY WITH Y/N AGAIN"

jungwon just sighs loudly and buries his face in the crook of your neck, making you laugh uncontrollably as he hugs you closer to him

"i really thought we were safe this time..." your laughter starts to die down as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling him smile slightly against your neck

"it'll never be safe, mr. leader~" he laughs at your response, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead as the two of you go back to your movie

↪︎ nishimura riki 西村力

i feel like niki would either be similarly clingy to jake, or he wouldn't initiate a single thing

and once he sees you all pouty, he instantly hops on the opportunity to poke fun

"aww, is my y/nnie all clingy?~" he coos, cupping your cheeks and squishing them forward

you just huff and playfully glare at him, freeing yourself from his hold on your cheeks as you bury your face in his chest

"shut up and hug me, nishimura..." you mutter and he laughs, instantly wrapping his arms around your figure

"your wish is my command, needy~" he continues to tease you as he leads the two of you towards the couch

pulling you into his lap as he sits down, he smiles as he pets your hair, hearing you let out a content hum

you cuddle as close to him as you possibly can, his free arm wrapping itself around your waist

but when niki's the one feeling clingy, his personality completely swaps

you'd be sitting at your desk, working on schoolwork

and suddenly from across the room

"y/nnnnnnnn i wanna cuddleeeeeeeeeee" niki huffs, the pout evident in his tone

you bite back a quiet laugh, refusing to turn to look at him so you wont fall into his trap

"give me just a few minutes, riki, i'm almost done~" you respond

but that clearly wasn't what he wanted to hear

within thirty seconds, you feel niki rest his head on your shoulder

"y/n come onnnnnnn you've been working foreverrrr~"

you start to giggle as niki practically drags you away from your desk, crashing onto your bed and pulling you on top of him

"i missed you..." he mumbles, burying his face in your neck

you run your fingers through his hair, playfully rolling your eyes

"look who's the needy one now... i started my work ten minutes ago..."

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