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spideyhexx · 4 months

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sub!snowjanus x dom!reader where she finds them doing it together without permission and punishes them. maybe bratty!coryo idkk. ALSO I LOVE YOUR WRITING -(🍒 anon (IF ITS NOT TAKEN YET))

THAT IS ALL YOURS AND THANK YOU SM THIS IS GREAT

also ty to @goosita and @floralcyanide for talking through this concept with me and making me write this tonight instead of tomorrow <3 I popped off with this.

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Coryo was well aware you told him and Sej to not fool around or even touch themselves this next week. You were busy and you wanted to have some excitement to look forward to at the end of a long and stressful week and this was the way you thought you'd get it; having a night or even a day of pleasure with your two lovers who have been built up all week. It sounded like a dream.

But Coryo is an evil little shit. You knew this. Sej knew it. Coryo knew it. But he's never attempted something as risky as this.

With only half the week gone by, he's losing his mind. He's gotten so used to your and Sej's touches that now he's spiraling without it. He doesn't even think to jack off, knowing it wouldn't feel the same.

Coryo has a different plan.

One night, he gets Sej to invite him over while you're still working. Sej is no fool. He can see it in Coryo's eyes. The way he lingers his hand on Sej's arm or how he kept bumping his knee against Sej's own as they sat in bed, talking.

While Sej usually had a lot more self-control, he has to admit to himself the week has been torturous for him too. Ever since Coryo joined your relationship, the need to satiate his desires has only heightened.

So it's no surprise that when Coryo leans in to kiss Sej, his hand moving from the boy's arm to his thigh, Sej gives in. Coryo is surprised at how quickly Sej leans into the touch, his kisses more urgent than he's ever felt them before. "She's gonna be so mad," Sej mumbles as Coryo's fingers make quick work of undoing Sej's pants.

"She's not here right now," Coryo says, in almost an irritated tone. His brow is furrowed and he smiles against Sej's lips when he wraps his hand around Sej's length, stroking it in slow, painful movements until Sej breaks, pushing Coryo down onto his back in bed.

"We have to be fast," Sej mutters, only pulling Coryo's own trousers down enough to get his cock out as he lays over the boy, pressing himself flush against him and grinding their dicks against one another.

Coryo's smirk etches deep into his face at the feeling, letting himself moan out, "fuck, finally," and Sej laughs, burying his head into Coryo's neck as he rocks his hips against Coryo.

This feeling, his blood rushing only to his dick as he gets harder, the ache burning deep within him as he feels Sej's sweaty body trembling above him, both of them so desperate after only a couple days without a release. The way Coryo was rolling his hips up against Sej to make the boy moan into his neck and the light little kisses that Sej would leave on his skin. This feeling makes it all worth it.

Even when the door opens and you're standing, your jaw about to drop at the sight.

Coryo sees you first, patting Sej's shoulder gently and he turns, going red in the face when he locks eyes with you. Coryo still has a smirk on his face and that is all you can focus on.

Without a word, you put your bag down, your coat following, and then your shoes. You take your time, knowing both of them have sat up and Sej is the first one to speak, "I'm sorry, doll, w-we were so worked up and I...we missed being able to-"

"I know baby," you coo at Sej, moving near him and cupping his face in your hands, giving his forehead a light kiss, mumbling against it, "but you still broke my rules." You feel him try to nod in your hold and his eyes shine big at you. "I'm s-sorry," he says in a hushed whisper and your eyes dart to Coryo who's sat back against the pillows.

"Sej, baby, can you go get the ties from my closet?" His eyes trail up and down your face before nodding and you let go of him, beckoning Coryo to come closer. He obeys, to your surprise and you give him a soft smile.

It almost makes him lose his demeanor because he knows by now you're not thinking of anything soft. "I take it you started this?"

He nods, not afraid to admit this to you, "What was I supposed to do? We wanted to fuck around, so we did. Your rule was pointless."

You raise a brow, a little surprised by his confidence, something you so rarely see from him in bed. "Honey, if you want to be that way-"

"What way?" His head is held high as if he's challenging you, wanting to see exactly how far you'd go.

Your smile drops a little and you lean closer to him, kissing the corner of his lips, "If you want to be a brat, I'll treat you like one. You haven't learned this yet, but I don't take these things lightly, honey." You kiss the corner of his lips again before backing away and nodding over to your desk chair.

"Go sit down there." Coryo takes a moment to listen, his eyes a little wide at your words and you can practically see the gears turning in his head, his shoulders slumping into submission, but he holds his head high again, getting up from the bed.

"Oh, and take all your clothes off?" You smile sweetly at him, it almost sickens him.

You help Sej undress after he brings the ties out for you and you lean to whisper in his ear, "Can you tie Coryo's hands tight behind his back for me? Behind the chair,." Sej follows your instructions and while Coryo scoffs, he lets him do it.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" You ignore him, sitting on the edge of your bed and undressing yourself.

Full-heartedly, Coryo thinks you're gonna be down on your knees for him any minute now. Almost every time he's in your desk chair, you're sitting between his legs on the floor with his cock down your throat, so his mind naturally wanders to that being your course of action.

Sej on the other hand has been at the mercy of your punishments before and he has a faint idea of what you plan to do to the blonde boy now tied to your chair.

"Sej, come here," you say, your voice soft and it's throwing Coryo for a loop. "You know he broke your rules too?"

"I know, honey, but I also know that you're the reason he gave in. So just sit there and look pretty, okay?" You give him another one of your sweet smiles and Coryo takes a deep breath, already starting to squirm against his restraints. You tug Sej onto the bed with you, pushing his head down before he can kiss your lips.

"No, baby. You gotta earn that back." Sej nods obediently, trailing kisses down your chest to your tummy. You lay back where Coryo once was, Sej parting your legs and looking up at you, "will this let me earn it back?"

"Mmm, yes. Good boy." He lets out a shuddered breath and kisses your inner thigh. Once. Then twice, nipping at the skin and urging your thighs to spread more. Sej repeats the same kisses to your other thigh, biting a little more against the skin and you tangle your fingers into his curls, pushing his head closer to your core.

"Enough of that," you grunt, Sej's hands rubbing from your knees up to your thighs and gripping them tightly as he presses his nose to your clit, as if he's savoring, taking in your scent. You let him hold your thighs apart, the feeling of his warm hands against your skin was too alluring, too perfect.

You told yourself you wouldn't even spare a glance at Coryo, but you do. His gaze is laser-focused on the two of you and you smirk as you see his hardened cock resting up against his tummy, his teeth seemingly biting into the skin of his inner cheek.

"Do you..." you trail off in a moan as Sej's tongue plunges into you, licking into you like you're his last meal. "Do you have something to say, Coryo?"

"I-I want to touch you," he says and you chuckle, tilting your head back with a groan as Sej presses his nose to your clit harder, your hips bucking up to grind into his face. "I don't care what you want, honey," you breathe out through little gasps, Sej's tongue fucking into you with a skill that he's only improved on every single time.

You hear Coryo hold back a whine, your cute little nickname for him sounding so filthy on your tongue as his own head tips backward in frustration. He tries to see if he can get out of the ties, but he can't. No tug or pull or twist even lets up the tightness a little bit.

"Sej, baby, you're doing so good for me, f-fuck." Sej moans against you and as his eyes meet yours, you feel yourself come undone on his tongue, his hands holding your hips down so he can lap up all of your release without you squirming too much.

When Sej moves his mouth away from you, you're tugging him up and kissing him. Your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, pulling his body flush against yours, cock resting, aching against you.

Coryo audibly groans, his hips squirming at the sight and he wants to lash out at you so bad. He feels it on the tip of his tongue, something mean, something so angry that he isn't even sure what you or Sej would do, but he can't say it. All he can do is watch, mouth parted as you guide Sej's dick into you, coaxing the man on top of you to bury his head into your neck, just like Coryo had done earlier.

"That's it, baby," you purr into Sej's ear as his hips slowly begin to roll into yours, the thickness of his cock inside of you starting to turn your brain into pure mush, but you regain your focus, massaging the back of his head as he groans into your neck.

"You're doing so well for me, so perfect, you just needed my cunt didn't you?" Sej whines, nodding and you feel his teeth sink into your shoulder.

"P-please," Coryo gasps out. You hear him, but don't reply, kissing the spot beneath Sej's ear and pushing his hips into you deeper with your legs.

Sej is losing his goddamn mind just as much as Coryo is, despite him being the one that gets to feel you, warm, wet, and snug against him. He wants to move faster, but his hips move easily, languidly as if he's trying to get to know every part of you all over again. He also knows you're loving leaving Coryo ignored. He can tell by the way your lips quirk against him when Coryo lets out yet another whine.

His whines feel purposeful like he's trying to make them sound as sad and needy as he can, but there is a shift that tells Sej they're becoming real. Sej longs to see how Coryo looks all tied up right now, but he forgets about that when you bite on his ear, "I know you wanna fuck me harder, baby. You earned it."

He lets out a shaky breath, keeping his head down, too afraid if he looked at your face, he'd bust on the spot. He ruts into you with more force, starting to set a frantic pace that he doesn't let up.

His pent-up desires unfold completely as he fucks into you, your legs holding him so tight, so deep.

"B-baby, please," Coryo begs a little louder, his own hips bucking up into absolutely nothing. He rarely called you that, so you spare him a look.

His cock, drippy and the tip so red makes you want to give in, but you can't. He has to learn. "Coryo, h-honey, please what?" It's hard to talk to him as Sej pounds into you, but you make do, making sure to tug at Sej's curls when he starts hitting the right spot.

"I n-need to cum so bad, please," he whimpers, his hips still moving on their own accord. That's when you see the shine of a few tears on his cheek. "Are you crying?"

He whimpers again and nods his head, closing his eyes. You laugh. A full-on laugh and Sej smiles into your neck. "Oh, my poor, honey. You can't cum."

Coryo starts to plead with you, "N-No no...I need to cum, baby, please...I need it so bad, you don't understand..."

But you shush him, "Be quiet, Sej's gonna make me cum."

You feel Sej groan, as his pace begins to falter and you feel his arms push under you, holding you so close to his body as he spills himself inside of you. You squeeze around him as your own release washes over you, your moans higher than before and you pull on his hair. Sej keeps thrusting into you as you both ride out your orgasms he leaves wet open-mouthed kisses from your shoulder, up your neck to your cheek.

He gives you a lazy smile when your eyes meet and you return it, ruffling his hair. You're lost in a daze with your lover until you hear a choked-out sob from the other end of the room.

Sej pulls away from you, his cock slipping out of you and you're met with the sight of Coryo.

His chest is heaving, his forehead sweaty and his cheeks wet as his eyes glow bluer from the tears still pricking at them.

His tummy is coated in his release, some of it still dripping down his cock and onto his balls. His dick is hardening again as soon as you make eye contact with him, crawling to the edge of the bed and standing up and Sej's release starts to drip down your thigh.

Coryo sniffs, looking up at you as you stand in front of him, "please," he whispers, his lip quivering. You run your hand through his sweaty curls and he moans at the touch alone. "I told you that you couldn't cum, honey."

"I-I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I couldn't stop it, I tried so h-hard. Please, believe me, I tried so hard," he rushes out his words, as a tear falls from his eye.

You look down at the cum pooling on his tummy and your chair, then look back into his eyes, "you look so pathetic, honey."

Coryo's jaw clenches and he holds in whatever noise he is about to make. "Actually, you don't look pathetic, you are pathetic." His cock throbs against him at your words and Sej chuckles from his spot on the bed.

Coryo sends him a glare and you quickly kneel onto the chair, your knees on either side of his thighs and you hold yourself above his lap.

"Don't look at my baby that way, he took his punishment." This time Coryo does let himself scoff and roll his eyes, "What punishment? Not being able to k-kiss you? How is this fair?"

His tone comes off harsh but the way he sniffles after it and the way another tear falls from his eyes has you smirking. "You needed to learn, honey. And I'm not done with you." His eyes close at that, his brow creasing, trying to think of what else you could possibly do to him.

You ghost your fingers on his cock before holding it and Coryo's hips buck up. You let him, his tip, leaking already, just shy of prodding at your entrance. "If you want to fuck me, you gotta do it yourself," you taunt, biting on your bottom lip as you lower down just a little so he can easily fuck up into you.

He stares wide-eyed and sees Sej shaking his head in amusement. You cock your head to the side, "well? Are you gonna do it, honey? It's what you wanted, right?"

Coryo whimpers, still sniffly, and nods, pushing his hips up, his cock sliding into you with ease. He's so loud, letting out strained whines and sobs, his cock so fucking sensitive and needing to release again.

He applauds your own self-control as you stay still for him, moaning when he's able fuck up deep into you. But Coryo didn't take into consideration how tiring this would be. With his hands still tied, his leg and hip muscles began to strain, already exhausted from his first orgasm. "My pretty boy, maybe if you hadn't finished before, I'd help you," you coo at him, your hands so close to touching him, but you keep them on the chair.

You don't give in at all and Coryo lets out a frustrated groan, his bottom lip between his teeth as he desperately tries to thrust his dick up into you but he can't find a decent rhythm.

"y-you're so fucking mean," he sobs, and you almost take pity on the way he's starting to cry more.

You ignore his words though, watching him with admiration as he tries to fuck you. Even though the stimulation is weak, you do eventually feel his cock twitch, and his tummy tightens, but before he can even release you lift your hips up.

"f-fuck! B-baby?" His cries were tempting still, but you were determined. You kiss his cheek, the salty taste of his tears on your lips, then move your mouth to his ear.

"If I find out you've made yourself cum over the next four days, I will do this again, maybe even meaner. I won't even let you be in the same room as me and Sej when he fucks me better than you probably can. And you and your pathetic cock can be alone and untouched for even longer. Do you understand me, honey?" You tangle your fingers in his hair and turn his head to look at you.

His eyes are glazed over, lips parted and he nods, "y-yes." You could almost feel Sej's proud look at how well you've taken control.

"good boy," you whisper and give him a gentle kiss on the lips, realizing just how much you missed kissing Coryo.

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undiscovered-horizon · 6 months

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[Nightmares of past misadventures continue to haunt you. In desperation for comfort and a full night's sleep, you seek out the only person capable of calming your mind - Halsin.]

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You're startled awake.

Gasping and coughing, you try to control your laboured breathing but the tension inside your chest renders you choking.

It was all a dream, a vision made up entirely by your brain. All of the scenes were mere reflections of what you've been through. None of it happened the way you'd dreamed.

And yet your hands are shaking.

The insidious whispers from your nightmare ring in your ears like an echo: It's your fault. This is all because of you.

Each rustle of the forest trees or a branch broken in the distance makes you jump. Shaking pines sound like the sinister laughter of something too old to be remembered even by nature. The shadows surrounding the camp seem darker and more vigorous as though they have a mind of their own. They lean over you, elongating and reaching to swallow you whole.

Laying on the bedroll, in front of the campfire, you feel more than exposed to whatever strange entities might reside in the woods.

Tears of fear are pooling in your eyes as your breath quickens again. You have to fight your own body to move it.

As your frightened mind focuses on finding a source of safety, your legs are already guiding you in the direction of Halsin's tent. Considering his strange sleeping hours, he's probably still awake.

Not having much care for etiquette in your current state, you call out for Halsin while already lifting the flap entrance. He's lying on his side on top of the bedroll. Judging by his attentive, open eyes, you really didn't disturb his sleep. He's half-naked, even on a chilly night like this.

"You're awake," Halsin says. It's hard to say whether he's asking or stating a rather obvious fact.

"Yes, about that..." you hung your raspy voice. On the one hand, you know that he probably won't mind but don't on the other, it's still mighty embarrassing to tell him why you've come. Isn't it childish to look for comfort in someone after being startled by your own imagination? "Would you mind if I slept with you?" you ask hesitantly. Your voice is breaking, reminding you of the inexplicable dread still residing in your abdomen. "I just- I don't want to be alone. Not tonight."

A deep lion's wrinkle appears between Halsin's eyebrows. His expression, normally quite polite, falls into something more tense and sombre. He's worried.

"Come to me," he says in a soft voice.

Obediently, you lay next to him. A strong arm wraps around you protectively, pulling you close against Halsin's body. He's warm, excessively so. Your face nuzzles into his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat inside his ribcage. As the druid's shoulders rise and fall in slow, relaxed breaths, you feel yours becoming less laboured.

"Thank you." Your whisper is barely audible, even in the dead of night.

"I'm glad to be the one you've sought out in the moment of need."

He doesn't let up his tight hold around you while you stir to look up at him. The sombre tension that crowned Halsin's face is now mostly gone, residing only in his bright eyes. It seems that despite dissipating his initial worry, the druid remains wary, prepared for your inexplicable fear to come back at any moment. As much as you appreciate the fact that he's not enquiring about what exactly had sent you into panic, you know that he very much desires to know - only then can he aid.

"Of course, I did, Halsin," you answer. For a moment you recall how your legs guided you towards him, although your consciousness had been plunged into chaos. Some primal part of you thought him your guardian, saviour. "It's always you."

The druid takes a sudden deep inhale as if your confession stirred something vulnerable deep inside him. Is this what being loved feels like? Feeling sunshine on your skin after a cold, winter night? Or seeing your favourite painting for the first time again and again?

"Then I'll always be there, mo chroi. Whenever you need me."

Halsin's oath is the last thing you remember before falling asleep. Little did you know but he stayed awake for quite some time after that. Partially because he revelled in the sensation of holding you close and in part awaiting for the terror to strike again, startling you awake once more.

But that moment never came.

Instead, restful sleep has found you, washing away the tender taint left by your nightmare.

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mo chroi - "my heart" (Irish Gaelic). Dude is a druid, Gaelic fits him like a glove

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deltaharrington · 9 months

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RED PT 1.

PAIRING: Jeremiah Fisher x Fem! Reader

SUMMARY: The reader is convinced that Jeremiah is in love with Belly. Is he?

WARNINGS: NOT EDITED, a bit of angst

Loving Jeremiah was like falling in love with a celebrity. It was almost as if he didn’t know you existed. That’s what it felt like to you.

The Fisher House in Cousins was an oasis for you. Your family had lived next door for years and you practically lived with Susannah, Laurel, and their kids.

You and Jeremiah had become particularly close. He was your best friend. As you two grew up, however, he began to get distant. You thought you understood why.

He was in love with Belly.

You had spent years dreaming about what it would be like to be his, silently loving him while he listed after someone else.

You eventually became numb to him, distancing yourself helped you as well.

After Belly broke Jeremiah’s heart, you wanted to be there for him. But you knew your heart would break as well, so you saved yourself. That was your biggest regret.

Returning to Cousins wasn’t something you’d thought you’d be doing, let alone with Jeremiah. You had called him in a half drunken haze because you missed him, only for the blonde to tell you that his brother was MIA.

That sobered you up fast.

Only living a few minutes from Brown, you offered to help him check on Conrad. You cared about them both.

When you met up, his eyes were cold. You didn’t like that, not one bit.

It didn’t take you both long to find out that Conrad was in Cousins, and Jeremiah intended to find him.

“I’m coming with you” You said and he looked at you with disgust. Ouch.

“No-“ He started, but you were over his attitude.

“I care about Conrad too.” You said and he sighed, knowing you wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“Fuck!” Jeremiah yelled, frustrated, after you had hit a large pothole, resulting in a flat tire.

“I can help you change-“

“No, I’ve got it” He said, but you got out anyways.

He didn’t know what he was doing and you tried to guide him, but he just kept getting angry.

“Just stop! Y/n! Goddammit!” He screamed, his angry eyes meeting yours. and you weren’t phased.

“Listen to me, Jeremiah” You said, your voice becoming more angered “I don’t know what the fuck happened between you and Belly, but you don’t need to take it out on me.” You said and his eyes softened a bit.

“I know I should have been there for you, but I was hurting too” You said and he looked shocked. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there, I should have been, but seeing you hurting and then your mom- I couldn’t…” You trailed off and leaned against the car as you felt a panic attack begin.

“Woah, Y/n, breathe for me” He said and let you fall into his arms, “In and out…” He started “Just like that, there you go…” He walked you through.

“Get off me” You said to him and he shook his head, holding you close.

“I’m sorry I’ve been an ass” He said “I ended things with Belly before she told me about Conrad, I wasn’t hurting because of her” He whispered and you were confused.

“You wouldn’t even look at me, and I realized I had lost the person I had been in love with since we were kids” Jeremiah explained and you were shocked.

“I didn’t think you felt that way about me” You said “When Belly had her glow up, you just pushed me away” You spoke, your tears welling again.

“You were my best friend Jeremiah, and you pushed me to the side” You spoke and he began to tear up.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know what I was doing, what I was losing” He said and you reached up to caress his cheek.

You could tell he was trying to resist, being stubborn. “Do you still…?” You asked, wondering if he still loved you, as more than a friend.

Jeremiah tried to look away, but he couldn’t, his eyes locking on yours as he finally gave into his temptation. “Yes…I still” He whispered before leaning in and pressing his lips to yours desperately.

He pushed you up against the side of the Jeep, his arms wrapped around your waist.

Your lips loved together in sync, as all the love you had held for each other was unleashed.

Pulling away, you pressed four forehead against his, he smiled a bit.

“I love you, Y/n, I’m sorry I didn’t make it clear before” He explained and you nodded your head.

“I love you too, it’s okay, Jeremiah” You said and he smiled a bit.

“Can you help me change this tire now?” He asked and you laughed.

“Only if I get a kiss first” You said and he rolled his eyes, complying to your request.

PART 2?

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kakushino · 9 months

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Purr for me

Himejima Gyomei x Fem! Reader

Happy birthday, Gyomei!

Tags: modern AU (farmhand! Gyomei), pet play (cat variety), creampie, hint of aftercare Word count: 1,4k

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He’d always been so calm it just egged you on and on to tease him, try to make him break out of the tranquil mask and give you something, a reaction.

“Kitten, I think that’s enough.”

Yet you didn't stop, trying to escape his grip on your hips as he fingered you, three fingers in. You weren't trying to get away, per se, but you liked to think he could snap eventually, fucking you rough and fast. You'd dreamed of being absolutely railed by his thick cock - the very same one your belly was rubbing against as you wiggled in your bent-over position in his lap.

Gyomei wasn’t amused in the least. He’d had a bad day at the farm; one of the cows had escaped and he had to coax it back, which took him half the day, and forced him to rush the rest of his chores. He’d hoped to leave his stress inside of your pussy, but you were resisting him, choosing today to be a brat… like a misbehaving cat.

The thought gave him an idea just how to punish your disobedience. And he was glad the tools for that arrived just a few days prior.

The next bout of squirming made him withdraw his fingers, lifting you off of his lap and tossing you onto the bed he’d been sitting on.

“Wha-?”

He ignored you, breathing deeply as he stood. Gyomei walked over to a chest of drawers where he kept his personal items, and opened the bottom one, reaching all the way into the back for a box.

You sat up on the bed, looking at him in confusion. “Gyomei?” He’d seemed so desperate… You did get a reaction out of him, but not the one you wanted.

Your lover returned to the bed, carrying a black box, still silent. You were curious what he’d planned for you.

It didn’t take long for you to find out. Before you knew it, the calico cat ears were on your head, and you were laying face down, ass up, trembling a little. Your arousal ran down your thigh sluggishly.

His large hands soothed over your ass cheeks, squeezing gently. “We can stop anytime you want.”

Gyomei gave you a moment to say the established safeword but you didn’t say anything at all. Satisfied, he reached for the other accessory for your little play tonight. A cat tail butt plug, matching the ears.

You heard him open a bottle of lube, your pussy clenching around nothing at the sound, and then his warmth was at your backside, his thick cock sliding between your pussy lips, coating him in your slick. His left hand pulled your cheeks apart a little, his tip at your entrance, something cold pressing against your ass and then-

Both slipped in - his cock and the tail plug - making you flinch at the mix of sensations. Gyomei remained motionless, cockwarming his tip inside you as you adjusted to the fullness in both your holes.

“This is- too much, Gyomei,” you panted out, rising to your hands and trying to pull away. His hands gripped your hips tightly, halting you.

He leaned over, his massive frame caging you. His tummy pushed against the tail - and the plug - lightly, pressing it a smidge deeper, yet it felt as if he was stirring up your insides, as unused as you were to the feeling.

“Kittens don’t speak, they only meow,” he positively purred into your ear.

Blood rushed to your face at his comment, unable to even meow before he slid his length inside, inch by delicious, thick inch - and when his pelvic bone met your ass, pressing against the plug again, you nearly wailed.

“How is it that every time I slip into your pussy, it feels just as amazing as the first time? It’s indescribable.”

Gyomei set a slow pace, barely moving, his thrusts shallow yet every time he pushed in fully, he rolled his hips, hitting all the right spots. You could only moan, your arms trembling, back arched. One of his hands left your hips tugging at the tail a little, reminding you what you’re supposed to be, supposed to do. Tears gathered in your eyes at the overstuffed feeling and you meowed for him, the sound breathy.

“I’m starting to think you enjoy this, kitten.” You could hear the grin in his voice.

Abandoning the tail for now, he reached under, touching your stomach with his rough hand. He didn’t have to search long for what he wanted to find.

“Oh kitten, do you feel that? Feel how I fill you up so well that you can feel it right here?” His palm pushed against the bulge in your belly, making you mewl, your arms slipping, and you fell on your face.

His other hand reached under your neck, picking you off of the pillow to allow you to breathe, as you were clearly too overwhelmed to do it for yourself. Despite his gentle handling of your throat, his thrusts grew harsher with each passing second.

“I’m not playing tonight. You deserve this. I’m gonna fuck you as hard as I can. Make you mine-” Gyomei groaned, his pace soon turning to outright plowing, loud and wet smacks of skin on skin echoing in the bedroom, your stimulation doubled - both holes clenching against the intrusions tightly.

Your mind was blank, save for the shocks of pleasure each rough thrust brought you. Your fingers tried to find purchase in the bedding, your movements back against him miniscule, yet still there, as you chased the ecstasy he brought you.

And he noticed, of course he noticed. He noticed because every twitch of your snug cunt felt like Heaven on his dick.

“You’re insatiable. It’s like you want me to break you.”

His hand left the stomach bulge to tug at the tail again. Gyomei bullied every little insignificant thought out of your head - all that filled it was Gyomei, Gyomei, Gyomei-! Yet not a word left you, only whimpers and moans filled the room.

He slowed down, letting you feel just the glide of his cock back and forth, not bottoming out at all yet the noises- You tried to push back, to get more-

“A good kitten should beg for it,” he murmured. And stopped.

A dry sob left you, about to beg with words, when he tugged at your tail a little, reminding you of your role.

You yowled, and meowed, trying to sound pleading as you could without speech, hoping beyond hope he would take pity on you and give you what you needed.

Gyomei delivered, a merciful God blessing his worshiper, fucking you with roughness you wouldn’t have guessed your lover was able to bestow upon your frail body.

You quivered, a knot of tension quickly growing in your belly. Each snap of his hips, each mind-numbing shock of delight, each movement of the plug - it was too much.

Your orgasm crashed upon you faster than your scrambled brain could register, and you let out a half-moan and half-meow, somehow coherent enough to remember you were to be a kitten right now.

Your ears rang, body going slack; the only things holding you up were Gyomei's hands - cradling your throat and holding your hip. A muffled groan registered in your mind, the next thrusts sloppy and deep - before he slammed inside, grinding against you, rubbing and pushing the plug inside more. You cried out at the feeling.

His cum flooded your pussy, and it spilled out around his cock, coating both of you in the mess.

Gyomei stayed as he was, both of you panted heavily, coming down from your highs. Your fingers trembled as you reached up to caress his hand at your throat, a silent thanks for helping you up to breathe during the act. His cock twitched a little at the gesture, a grunt escaping him.

"You okay, kitten?" he finally said, voice strained. The thumb of the hand on your hip drew lazy circles, grounding you back on Earth.

"'mkay," you whispered. You placed your arms on the pillow, helping support yourself. "Could use a bath, though…"

"Of course." He chuckled, his breath evening out. Gyomei leaned over your body carefully, placing soft kisses on your shoulders as you both relaxed in the afterglow. "Bath and bed for my kitten. You did well for me… Thank you."

You closed your eyes, enjoying his attention. "Always…"

#desi the blue eyed kakushi #himejima gyomei x reader #himejima gyomei #gyomei x reader #gyomei x y/n #gyomei x you #gyomei #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #kakushino

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strawberrystepmom · 7 months

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pairing: incubus!grimmjow jaegerjacquez x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

about: the ravenous desire of your roommate never seems to abate despite the late nights he spends outside of the comfort of your apartment. when he approaches you, the truth comes out. can you fulfill the appetite of an incubus?

contents: nsfw - mdni. cw dark content - dubcon, somnophilia. brief mention of masturbation (f), unprotected penetrative sex (piv), light degradation (slut/slutty), creampie, possessiveness. reader is only partially awake/aware through the fic and assumes she's dreaming.

notes: part of thot-o-ween 2023! yall ever wanted to fuck a cat boy demon before bc i know i have and here he is in all his weirdo glory. what i love about doing this is that it rly forces me out of my element (writing more smut bc historically i haven't enjoyed writing it all that much) and exploring new/darker concepts i haven't always felt like i have the ability to write.

hopefully this is something everyone can enjoy! thank you for reading ♡

Since you signed your lease nine months ago, you’ve always had a standing agreement with your strange roommate Grimmjow.

“If you need anything, just knock on my door and I’ll be there.”

You aren’t sure why you felt compelled to offer your time or support to the man in the first place - perhaps it was your too tender heart taking one roving glance over him and realizing that he simply looked like he needed someone. Eyes like a predator, narrowed and a sharp, angular frame in an oversized t-shirt. You met him through an online post looking for a roommate and desperation, and the end of your relationship, gave you no option but to accept. The situation appeared too fortuitously for you to turn it down.

The past nine months have gone as swimmingly as one could expect living with a stranger would, though.

He comes and goes without much fuss but if you are honest with yourself - you find some of his habits strange. You try not to think too hard about them, after all you’re just his roommate and he owes you no explanation, but there are times where you wonder why he skulks late at night. When he comes home after these late night adventures, you always notice him looking rested the next day and it has never made sense to you. The dark circles under his eyes seem to magically abate and his posture fixes itself, walking tall and strong across the scuffed wooden floors the two of you share.

Aside from this, though - he pays his half of the rent on time, he manages to clean up after himself as well as you can expect, and he asks you no questions about who you are or what you’re doing with your life.

Until tonight, strangely enough.

“What are you gettin’ up to tonight?”

Grimmjow’s voice is a growl more so than anything else, as long as you’ve known him it has been this way, but it sounds different. Lower, perhaps. You tip your head to the side and offer a half smile, shrugging and letting the collar of your oversized t-shirt fall off of your shoulder enough to expose the flesh beneath it.

“Weather’s supposed to be shitty so I’m staying in. Same as usual.”

He hums his answer, stretching his legs to place his feet on the table across from the couch where you both sit. You take a moment to look over him - blue eyes and hair to match. You’ve never asked him if the hair color is natural, assuming the opposite is true, but you have never seen a hint of dark brown or blonde growing out of his head.

In fact, there’s a lot of things you’ve never seen him do but you’ve always just assumed he does them at night while he’s out but you try too hard not to think about it. The two of you have a no questions asked policy, at least silently you’ve agreed to one but you bite further, breaking your own internal code to pry for details.

“How about you?”

Shifting where he sits, he puts his arms up over his head and readjusts his legs, one foot resting on top of the other. You watch his shift in posture, eyes trailing up long legs and admiring the way his bicep bulges with the angle his arm is bent at. It’s strange but you’ve never taken the time to really look at your roommate in all these months but now that you are.

He’s pretty hot.

You look away quickly, hoping you weren’t caught in the act of boundary bouncing, placing your hands in your lap primly and he smirks, settling into the couch behind him with a few wiggles of his shoulders. He takes his turn looking at you, a smile you’re trying to hide and hair still damp after getting out of the shower, and he wonders how you haven’t caught onto him yet. This isn’t the first time he has eyed you with those blazing, partially sunken eyes but you feel the intensity of it this time and tuck your shoulders forward to hide the embarrassment of being seen.

“Might stick around,” he sniffs and wrinkles his nose. “Feelin’ kinda hungry though.”

Instantly, you beam. Perhaps this could be a good way for the two of you to actually get to know each other since you have never really shared a meal with the man outside of shitty pizza on the nights you’ve stayed up late enough to greet him before he leaves and doesn’t return until sunrise.

“I can make us some dinner if you wanna stick around? If not, I get it, it’s not supposed to get super bad out until later.”

What you don’t realize is that the hunger he’s speaking of is something very different than what can be sated by what you’re offering. Despite this, for a brief moment, he considers it and you watch him do so. He licks his bottom lip, pink tongue darting out and takes one of his hands off of the back of his head to rub his thumb in the wet trail left behind by the motion.

“Nah, I gotta do a couple things.”

Heat you’ve never felt before crawls up the back of your neck and you look away again. You’re flustered, the effortless eroticism of whatever just happened making your skin feel itchy, and he chuckles.

What could possibly be so funny?

You think of the question but don’t say it aloud, almost embarrassed at his reaction to you. Did you misread his suggestion? Did you just make the next three months of your lease unbearably awkward?

Grimmjow takes his feet off the table and places them on the ground, leaning forward and your gaze falls on the forward bend of his spine and the way the overgrown hair at the nape of his neck curls slightly.

Why are your eyes so drawn to him today? It feels as though it takes all of your self control just to look away but you manage to, cheeks warm and hairline dappled with sweat. This feeling is strange in a way that you lack the words to explain and you keep your eyes trained on the ground even as he stands up and stretches, his shirt exposing the bottom of his abdomen.

“I’ll take you up on your offer another night, though.”

Flicking your eyes upward, you catch the sliver of tanned skin just above his waistline and another rash of heat crawls across your face. Your mouth is dry and you nod, lifting your face enough to give him an uncertain and forced smile.

“You alright?” Again, you nod. It’s all you can do right now until you have a sip of water or get some air or…something. He smirks and gives you a sidelong glance as he heads toward the door.

“Get some fresh air, it might make you feel better.”

Your face heats further knowing that he can tell what’s happening to you but he makes no other comment. The sound of him slipping on his jacket and boots fills the otherwise quiet apartment and he opens the door hoping he can find something to sate this appetite before he comes home and makes it your problem.

Judging by how you reacted to him tonight, though, you may not be all that upset if he does make it your problem but that’s a boundary to be tested another time.

“Fuck,” you whimper with your lip tucked between your teeth, the squelching of your fingers working in and out of your own sopping cunt filling your bedroom interspersed with whines and moans both from you and the little video on your phone.

The moment Grimm left, the heat became unbearable. You thought about taking your shorts off right on the couch and letting your fingers explore but held yourself back, instead taking a few minutes to walk around, have something to drink, to see if the need started to feel less intense.

After several minutes of intense pacing, you decided to take care of the issue yourself. Sure, it’s perverted and wrong to feel this turned on simply by taking a good hard look at your damn near otherworldly roommate but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him and after this you’ll go back to keeping your distance.

Letting your fingers dip further inside of you, you gasp, mouth forming the first letter of his name. Immediately you freeze, shocked that you’d be so brazen despite the apartment being empty, and you shut your eyes tightly and silently work yourself toward orgasm with someone else’s pleas for more playing through the speaker on your phone.

A little whimper is all you manage, walls clenching around your digits. It isn’t the best you’ve ever had but it isn’t the worst either and it seems like enough for now to help your racing heartbeat calm down to something more manageable. Withdrawing your fingers with a deep breath, filling your lungs completely before emptying them in the same fashion by exhaling, you roll over onto your side, locking and tossing your phone on the bedside table.

What the fuck just happened? What the fuck has this entire evening been?

Chuckling at the absurdity of the past few hours, you reach around blindly for something to wipe your sticky hand on and settle on the t-shirt you discarded earlier. You know you need to get up but you feel pleasantly dazed instead, wiping your fingers and keeping your heavy eyes shut.

Free from embarrassment and far less wound up, you start to doze. The room is cool and the fall storm the news warned you about blows outside, the gentle sound of thunder lulling you into an unexpected but much needed rest.

You don’t know how much time has passed when you hear a knock, knock, knock at your cracked bedroom door.

Eyes fluttering open just enough to see Grimmjow standing in the doorway, you shut and open them just to make sure you’re really seeing what you’re seeing. It’s too dark to make out all of him but your blurry eyes scan his face, noticing his cheeks look almost hollow and the same deep dark circles beneath his eyes before he left tonight look darker and heavier.

“Grimm?” You ask and his response is a low growl, footsteps echoing through your quiet room as he pads toward the edge of your bed. “Are you okay?”

He stalks like a predator across the floor, making methodical and swift footfalls at the foot of your bed. You sit up, forgetting that you fell asleep completely nude, and his pacing stops when his eyes settle on your exposed breasts, your blanket bunched beneath them.

“I’m hungry,” he repeats just as he did earlier and you are too tired to figure out what he means. Giggling, you still haven’t noticed the way he eyes you hungrily, stiffened nipples grabbing his attention and keeping it.

“Couldn’t find anything good to eat while you were out?”

Your words are a jumble, something that would make sense to no one else but the man who has lived with you for 9 months who has figured out your morning sleepy voice and the way it all blurs together. He approaches the edge of your bed and sits down, watching you lay back down and settle against your comforter.

“Nothing sounded good,” he admits, flipping around and crawling on all fours up the bed. You’re so sweet and disarmed, rain pattering on the windowpane while your chest rises and falls and your eyes fight to stay shut. “Definitely not as good as what’s at home.”

You giggle again, eyes closed so you don’t notice the way the distance between the two of you closes further. His body is large but lithe and each movement sends him closer and closer to you until he catches the scent of something familiar.

Arousal.

He grins, feral and large, crawling the extra few inches to fully envelop you. Caging you in with his arms, your eyes open and see his face inches from yours, his bare chest almost pressing against your own.

“What are you doing?”

The question doesn’t seem alerted or concerned, just curious, and sleepy you reaches out to brush your fingers down the defined bicep holding him up. He chuckles and the sound makes the same heat you felt hours ago crawl up your neck and that’s the moment you realize something is different about him. Your hackles raise slightly and you sit up but he pushes you back down gently, hand splayed between your breasts.

“You said I could come to you for anything I needed, right?”

Despite the fact his hand feels so hot it could burn a hole straight through your body, you nod. You offered yourself months ago and he had yet to take advantage of your kindness. Leaning down, he watches your eyes fully open and presses his forehead to yours.

“I need you,” he mutters and your eyes meet his. A storm of blue, a flurry of something you have never seen before. He groans, almost looking pained and you gasp and hold onto his bicep. You can put two and two together, intelligent and alert enough to manage that much, and your hand slides over where his palm rests on your chest.

“Like this?” You ask, sliding his hand from the space between your breasts to cupping one of them and he nearly growls feeling your skin beneath his fingers. His thumb dances over your hardened nipple and you gasp, shivering beneath him.

“Bet you never thought you’d end up with somethin’ like me in your apartment,” he taunts, hand tracing down your body, mapping out your stomach and hips. You don’t think much of his words, lost to the sensation of being touched and the heat incinerating all rational thought inside of you, but one word catches your interest and you repeat it.

“Don’t you mean someone?”

Another chuckle shakes his body, his fingers caressing your thigh. He shakes his head where it’s pressed against yours and you can only watch when he licks his lips again just as he did earlier, the motion making your head spin.

“Nah, I’m a somethin’.”

With this, he wants to stop further questioning and he leans in to kiss you. By this point your mind should be catching up, alert and awake, but you aren’t convinced this isn’t some kind of strange horny dream you managed to conjure up so you kiss him back eagerly. The wet sound of lips smacking together in a frenzy fills the room, tongues sliding against one another and you even yelp when he nips at your lower lip, sucking the fullness of it into his mouth.

“Fuck,” he groans, hand that was tracing across your thighs now pushing them open. He paws at your still slick pussy, a thick finger slipping between your lips with little resistance. He revels in the feeling of your hot arousal, smearing it around your hole and rubbing little circles around your clit rather than on it that make you whimper.

“Grimm,” you pant and he only chuckles, a second digit joining the first in spreading your wetness. The pressure of the two fingers makes your hips buck, desperate for more.

“You've been having fun without me? Sure feels like it.”

Puzzled, you wonder what he means until you realize that he can insert a finger inside of you without any resistance, still worked open from your previous attempts to get yourself off. Walls clenching around the single digit, he groans into your ear. Your warmth feels luxurious, like silk. It’s more than he could have ever hoped for.

“I don’t mind,” he continues massaging your walls with his finger in the way only an expert can. You surely must be dreaming, none of your other partners have ever been this skilled with just their fingers, and you let yourself have this moment. What’s the worst that could happen? “Gettin’ this eager little pussy all ready for me is almost too nice of you.”

The words are filthy and they make you whine, hips bucking against his hand and where it rests over the top of your pelvis. You’re greedy, desperate for more. He could do just about anything to you right now and you know that you’d let him, drooling pussy leaking down his finger.

“You want more? Tired of feelin’ so empty?”

The slow rolls of your hips tell him all he needs to know and he uses his free hand to slip out of the sweatpants he wore into your bedroom, cock already hard and leaving a wet spot on the front of them. He rolls his eyes, tossing them aside as fluidly as he can while still keeping you full of his fingers.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna give you what we both need. Gonna fill this fuckin’ slutty pussy up, give you what you were almost beggin’ me for earlier.”

Ah yes, that. Even dream you can’t escape the embarrassment of his effect on you in the living room but you let the feeling go, instead focusing on how good it feels every time the pad of his finger brushes against the spot deepest inside of you that your own fingers could never reach.

“I want it,” you admit aloud. He smirks, finger withdrawing from you and making you whine. Your body feels as hot as it did hours ago and twice as wound up, clit throbbing from lack of attention. Blood pulses in your ears and you look up, witnessing the way he’s coating his shaft in his own precum with a gasp.

“Don’t worry, I’m gonna fill you up just like you need,” he coos, it’s so condescending but you hardly notice, too busy reveling in the way it feels when the fat head of his cock brushes through your folds. You don’t have to think about anything right now and you embrace the feeling, allowing him control.

What he doesn’t mention is that he needs it even more than you do, the maw inside of him demanding that he slip inside of you just like he is now.

He shudders, body tensing as he sheaths himself inside of you in one sharp movement, your breath catching in your throat when his balls slap against your ass. He’s so impossibly deep and despite how wet and opened up you are, your cunt stretches deliciously to accommodate his girth.

Again, this has to be a dream. Nothing in real life could ever feel this good and your toes curl, spread legs shifting to link at the ankles and wrap around his waist. You feel the firmness of his ass against your calves as he grinds into you, the gentleness ending as quickly as it started when he draws his hips back completely and thrusts back inside of you in one swift motion.

Your back arches off of the bed and he drinks in the sight of you, flashes of lightning outside allowing enough light to leak in to give him a good look at everything he has been vying to see. The knot inside of him slowly starts to untangle, his furious pace making your body bounce up the bed and he wonders why he waited this long to just give in.

Perhaps he’s losing his touch after years. He could’ve just snuck in and taken you any evening he wanted to, you wouldn’t be the first he’d done it to given his nearly unquenchable thirst, but he wanted you to want it too. To want him. To give yourself to him.

He chuckles like a wild man, leaning over your body and kissing you again while holding your hips in place to fuck you wildly.

“Takin’ me so well I might have to make you all mine,” he offers and you moan, clenching around him. So you liked that, he takes a note. You like being wanted, you like being taken. He knew it from the moment he saw you but he always loves it when a gut feeling is confirmed. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Lettin’ an incubus use your pussy whenever he wants like a slut, right?”

Your eyes widen at the word. Incubus - you recall reading some asinine online story about a woman who swore she’d been fucked by one years ago but again, this is your weird dream about your abnormally hot roommate so you don’t question it.

“Yeah, I love it Grimm,” you whisper against his mouth, tongue too heavy to say much else. You’ve never felt like this before, body singing and silky walls clinging to his cock, and you’re ready to let yourself start the endless freefall of pleasure, eyes shutting tightly while he grunts above you.

“That’s right, I can feel it. You’re gonna cum for me, aren’t you?”

Keeping your eyes screwed shut, you only nod and he lets you grind against his pelvis, clit brushing the dusting of blue hair at the base of his cock. It’s soft and silky and it’s just what you need, friction spurring you further into bliss as you cum with a shout, eyes shooting open.

This isn’t a dream, you realize suddenly, feeling Grimm’s cock drilling in and out of you at a breakneck pace. You are in your bed, thunder rolling outside, your phone on the bedside table, your body bouncing with every thrust. Your blue haired roommate hovers just above you, face twisted in pleasure while glancing down at where the two of you are joined, the slick sound of your pussy bringing you to reality.

This is really happening and honestly, you just..let it.

Reaching for Grimmjow, you card your fingers through his hair, and he lets his eyes flutter closed. Your fingers dance through the same short hair at the nape of his neck you were admiring hours earlier and he grunts, hips stilling. Using both hands to hold you in place, he fills your eager cunt full of his creamy release and you moan along with him.

Unceremoniously, he slumps forward and your chests touch. You giggle and kiss his forehead, looking down to see him looking far better than he did when he entered your room. His eyes don’t gleam dangerously anymore and the dark circles seem to have sorted themselves out, his face resting on the top of your breast.

“Hey Grimm?”

He looks up, surprised you’re alert enough to even let that much come out of your mouth.

“Everything you said…”

You don’t have to elaborate further, he’s aware of what you’re asking. Is it true? Did he admit what he really is, what the source of his appetite is?

“Yup.”

You don’t ask for further explanation and he doesn’t plan on giving it, content to let you run your fingers through his hair as the storm rages outside.

#grimmjow x reader #grimmjow jaegerjaquez x reader #kendall writes #thot-o-ween 2023 #monster mash 2023 #cw somnophilia #cw dubcon #cw dark content

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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I absolutely love your writing. I can ask for a yandere wednesday with a fem reader who is innocent and doesn't realize wednesday obsession, and when the reader try goes on date wednesday stops her

Ruins

warnings: yandere, obsession, mention of xavier thrope (I hate that man sm).

pairing: yandere!wednesdayaddams x reader

summary: wednesday cant stand the thought of someone tainting you before her, so when xavier tries to do it before she can, wednesday snaps. note: this is one the shorter side, maybe more of a drabble, but it’s one am and I’m a wee bit tired :^)

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Love. It was a truly odd thing when putting it out of context. If Wednesday told someone that she’d like to ruin you, taint you, break you down until you were as dark and deprived as herself, Wednesday would find herself in quite the unfortunate predicament. But if she was to say she loved you, wanted to show you everything she could do to you that would take away what most men find attractive in a woman — that being her virginity — people would surely agree, maybe event applaud her for the behavior. After all, it was similar to a man’s desire to ruin whatever he could get his hands on.

Then again, there was something about your naiveness that had Wednesday melting like butter for you. The way you simply didn’t understand that her love for you was brutal, and dark, and completely wrong in the minds of normal people. Although, Wednesday never was truly normal, was she?

As she held your hand in hers, her mind raced with many different possibilities of how tonight could go. She could destroy you, make it so you could only ever dream of her touch, but she could also simply enjoy your innocence. Wednesday chose the latter, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t test it. She thought of ways to ask you on a date, to finally let you know of her love for you, but that all flew out the window at your next words.

“Xavier asked me out,” you stated, shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Wednesday tensed, every part of her body trembled as she gritted her teeth. Why was Xavier nearing you? You were hers, Xavier had no right to touch her property. God, how she hated thieves.

“You okay, Wednesday?” you asked, gently squeezing her hand.

She shuddered. “Don’t go out with him. He’s a waste of your valuable time and simply a waste of space.”

You frowned, gaze returning to the packed halls of Nevermore. “Well, I dunno, he’s got some good traits, right? Like, he’s cool at art, and he’s not a total jerk —“

Wednesday cut you off, practically seething. “You will not be going on a date with him. My decision is final.”

She felt your hand slipping out of hers, a confused look plastered on your face. Wednesday scanned your features, realizing it wasn’t confusion at all. It was fear. Wednesday had made you scared of her.

Desperate to save herself, she muttered some half-assed excuse. “Xavier’s only using you to get over Bianca. They have always had an on and off thing, and I just cant bear to see you hurt.”

You gulped sadly, nodding your head. Wednesday sighed, your hand was back in hers, right where it should be.

A moment of silence passed between you two before you broke it. “Thanks, Wednesday.”

She nodded. “Of course.”

Wednesday looked down in shock, her shoulder gaining extra weight. There laid your head perfectly on her. She sighed, her eyes fluttering closed. Wednesday took in the smell of your vanilla perfume, the scent completely intoxicating her and making her even more mad. She let out a heavy breath once more, moments like these were amazing. Just the peacefulness, and her desire growing along with her insanity. Not a single worry slipped through Wednesday’s mind. Only love for you, and everything you loved, swirled around her brain.

Wednesday sighed. She’d played with the naïve part of you for too long. People were starting to get bold, and she couldn’t have thieves ruining you. Not when she so desperately needed to do it first. Wednesday was going to absolutely destroy you, and she decided that it was going to be very soon.

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thatweeboverthereisthirsty · 1 year

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Can you please do a scenario on dorm leaders reacting to s/o having a nightmare? Like maybe they were having nightmares for some time and dorm leaders didn't realize until one night they find them tossing and turning and crying in their sleep?

Believe it or not I started this ask about 4-5 months ago XD anyways at least I completed it! I hope you enjoy! (Also I used headcanons bc I don't do request scenarios for all dorm leaders unless commissioned hope that's alright with you)

Warnings: minor angst, mostly fluff

Riddle is a light sleeper so it’s unlikely he won’t immediately notice your tossing and turning

After several minutes of sitting awake, waiting for you to settle down, he realizes something is wrong

He quickly gets up and turns on a light

Your skin is pale and sweat drips from your brow

Murmurs about something unintelligible escape from your mouth

Riddle quickly comes to the conclusion that you are having a nightmare

Gently but quickly he wakes you and you shoot up in bed, tangling yourself in the sheets

He eases you and untangles your legs before climbing in next to you

He holds you as you sob and shushes you quietly while pressing chaste kisses to your forehead

Soon you’ve calmed and he walks you to the kitchen so he can make you some tea

“Riddle? Aren’t there rules about being up after a certain time?”

He hands you your tea and sits next to you

“Sometimes you just have to break the rules. And for you? I’d break them all.”

Leona sleeps right through all of your disruption and squirming

It isn’t until his own dreams turn to you crying quietly that he slowly wakes in anxiety

He rapidly realizes he wasn’t completely dreaming

Your soft sobs tell him that you have been awake and crying for awhile but didn’t want to wake him by being loud

He wants to punch himself for sleeping soundly when you were having a hard time

Quietly, he wraps his arms around you and his tail strokes your lower thigh in comfort

“Was it a nightmare?”

You nod and he sighs, pressing a kiss into your hair

Leona mutters to you for the next half hour about how you are safe and loved

When silence finally falls he doesn’t try to go back to sleep until he’s sure you are ok

He won’t prompt you to tell him what it was about but if you wanted, he would listen all night if he had too

“I’m so sorry Herbivore. Next time promise me you will wake me. I want to be there to dry your tears.”

Azul sits up the instant he feels like something is wrong

He often cuddles you as strongly as an octopus usually does so he’s quick to notice you trying to pull out of his arms desperately

Are you too hot? Too cold? He can’t figure out what’s wrong and it bothers him a lot

Regardless he shakes you awake and holds your trembling form as you sob into his shoulders

He texts Jade briefly, knowing the eel-man would have his phone on, and requests some hot chocolate be brought up immediately

When you are finally settled down, Azul wraps you in his softest blanket and places a warm mug in your hands, warning you that it’s hot

Your breathing softens a bit and even after the sugary drink you’ve just had, your eyes droop

Azul whispers reassurances into your skin as he coaxes you to lie down again, still swathed in the fluffy blanket

His kind words don’t stop until long after you fall asleep

He runs his fingers through your hair, gentle not to wake you again

How could someone so sweet be plagued with dreams so painful?

Kalim notices you are distressed before you even start tossing and turning

He’s a light sleeper so he hears your whimpers and small noises of distress and wakes up right away

For a moment he isn’t sure what do do

Have you been poisoned? Are you hurt? Did someone do something to you?

Finally he calms down a bit after coming to the conclusion that you are in fact safe and just having a nightmare

Tentatively he wakes you and pulls you into a hug

With one hand he strokes your hair and whispers reassurance to you while he texts Jamil with the other hand to bring some sleepytime tea

“If you want to talk about it just let me know. If you need space or a bath or anything else…”

You cut him off with a quick kiss and smile at him through your tears

“Just hold me Kalim.”

He’d rather do nothing else than keep you swathed in blankets for cuddles and kisses

Jamil leaves the tea outside the room and Kalim briefly detaches from you to grab it

After sipping at your tea for a while your eyelids droop and Kalim tucks you back in with a peck to the forehead.

“I’m always here, my love.”

Vil is a surprisingly deep sleeper and doesn’t notice you waking up and sliding gently out of bed

You pad out of the room and sit in the hallway for a moment to clear your head without disturbing your boyfriend

You know how much he needs his beauty sleep after a long day of being gorgeous and badass

Unfortunately that meant you were left to sit in the hall by yourself and cry quietly into your arms

What you didn’t plan on was how tired you would be after the crying stopped

You must have fallen asleep in the hallway because you woke to Vil rocking you gently

“Sweet potato? Are you alright? Did you decide the floor would be better than an airfoam mattress with egyptian silk sheets?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you but frowned again when you didn’t smile back

“Why are you out here?” he asks

You hesitate before telling him about the nightmare and his eyes light up with concern

He gathers you into his arms and brings you back into the bedroom

“It’s a good thing I haven’t done my makeup yet or it would smudge on the pillowcase.”

He lies down next to you on the bed and kisses you gently on the lips

“Next time, Sweet Potato, wake me. I do not mind losing sleep over the one I love.”

You and Idia rarely sleep in the same bed together

Not because you don’t like it, you just both have very different sleep schedules

Idia is almost always up all night playing his games while you doze off under his covers

Tonight was no different

Except that when Idia pulled off his headset for a quick break, he noticed you were making some distressed noises

As a first class introvert, Idia has absolutely no idea what to do and immediately looks up online ‘how 2 comfort sleeping gf w/ nightmare?’

All of the results are pretty similar and all of them make him extremely nervous but it’s you and he loves you so he will suffer through

Not that comforting you is a suffer but the anxiety that he might mess up and do something wrong

Hesitantly he makes his way over to the bed and shakes you very gently

You don’t wake up at first so he whispers your name a few times and finally you wake up

You are very glad he has fire hair because the worst thing about waking up after a nightmare is waking up in total darkness

But here he is, your knight in flaming armor, lighting up the darkness, his hair like a halo around him as he gazes at you nervously with concern

You pull Idia into bed with you and sigh into his chest

Eventually he starts to relax and asks you if you’re ok

“I am now that you are here.”

Malleus has never felt so guilty in his entire long fae life

You are tossing fitfully and shivering beneath the sheets of his bed, making small panicked noises

He can hear your uneven breathing and rapid heartbeat as clear as if someone was playing the drums

He had been on a walk when it started and it was impossible for him to know how long it had been since the nightmare began

When he had returned, Malleus instantly panicked

What was happening to you? Were you hurt? Could he even heal your fragile human body?

His magic quickly roamed your body and he learned there was no outer physical injury but he was only slightly relieved

Once he realized it was just a nightmare he finally calmed down a bit

Malleus decided not to wake you from your sleep since you had already lost so much of it

His hand rested over your forehead and he watched as the soft green glow eased your brain and nerves

Your body relaxed and your breathing evened out

He still waited until your heartbeat slowed to a steady, healthy pace before relaxing himself

Climbing into bed beside you he promised himself that he would never take a night walk and leave you alone again

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xdinary heroes love languages

disclaimer: all of my readings are for entertainment purposes only and should be taken with a grain of salt, as these idols are strangers.

this reading was done on aug 24th, 2023. i used the ‘dreaming way’ deck and caroline myss' 'archetype cards' deck. i also pulled up the member's birth charts for a bit more guidance.

Whatever love language his partner wants, is Gunil’s love language. I did two pulls here because he was so unclear with his feelings. Bottom line, is he isn’t sure of his love language because he kind of just goes with what his partner wants. Gunil has a tendency to become extremely infatuated with people and is willing to give himself completely to them. I imagine someone kneeling, helpless at an altar. There’s a sense of feeling lost and confused in terms of love right now, so he’s not exactly sure what his love language is. He wants to desperately make someone happy, playing with different ideas of what would be nice. Very idealistic in love and finds it hard to stay in reality in this aspect of his life - like a rock in pretty much every other part of his life and ideally, wants his partner to lean on him, but it seems that he would unintentionally allow them to knock him over and call it love. Once he heals, he gives knight vibes hardcore - chivalrous, a bit traditional, devotion is a huge theme here, wants to see his partner try and make leaps and bounds. He wants to worship, but needs to learn to take care of himself and set boundaries first.

Acts of service is Jungsu’s love language. He tends to automatically take a more dominant role in his relationships, at least emotionally. Truly lives up to that “mom” title - softly guiding, compassionate, warm and super kind. He wants to relieve his partner’s burdens so that they can shine again. Literally, picking up the pieces of their life to lighten the load, I imagine a mother goose character rounding up her gosling children. He also seems to know what to say to make his partner feel good. On the other hand, Jungsu needs to be careful with doing things to get his partner to “shut up,” whether it’s in a half-assed manner, he’s doing it while sighing through it, or teetering into people-pleaser territory. Has the ability to be someone his partner can lean on in a more tangible manner.

Quality time is Jiseok’s love language. He loves to kind of follow his partner around, sticking his nose into what they’re doing and simply being around them. I imagine a puppy whose tail keeps wagging as they sit and stare at their owner. Would love parallel play - helps break up the monotony of doing mundane things and he’s got someone to mess around with, pick their brain, etc. The deepest way to an emotional connection is to connect through the brain first, the heart and the mind go very hand in hand for him, and the best way to connect through the brain is to spend time together. Long talks, storytelling are all things he likes.

Acts of service and words of affirmation are Seungmin’s love languages. Just want to comment on the amount of depth this guy has - for a Gemini, he reminds me more of a Scorpio with the way he operates in relationships. Relationships for him are something that transforms both him and his partner, and he wants to see them grow even (and especially) if it’s painful. Seungmin tends to go for jaded types, but not without cause. He’s the type to do your laundry when you can’t, make you a meal or get food when you can’t get out of bed, and inevitably, hoist you up by your bootstraps and get you moving again. It’s all out of love and the necessity to be connected on such a visceral level. The type to give you hard truths, but also tell you that you’ll be okay in the end. There’s a deep fire that burns when he’s with a partner that makes him feel alive - can be a little aggressive or abrasive with how he gives his love sometimes. I imagine someone throwing blinds open abruptly to flood a dark room with light, a “come on, get up, let’s go,” and holding hands to go take a shower for the first time in a couple days. Very wise, probably has been through what he likes to help others through. Also, refuses to settle for anyone who isn’t up for a transformation, which makes him appear aloof and not available to most.

Acts of service is Hyeongjun’s love language. He has a hard time verbally speaking his truth, putting words to his feelings and has a real tendency to slip up in his speech often (I think he mentioned something about this recently, preferring to perform and paint as a way to express?). It actually seems that he’s convinced he needs to be more of a physical touch or words of affirmation kind of partner - very naïve lover, I don’t think he’s had much experience, if any at all, in terms of love. His ideas of love he absorbs from the world around him (media, his parents, his bandmates, etc). The best way to show his love would be through different, more practical ways, instead of big, poetic words or throwing himself at his partner. He is surprisingly level headed when it comes to his partners and takes on an almost fatherly role to them. Hyeongjun also tends to be attracted to those who have big woes - very similar to Seungmin in that he would cook his partner a meal if they haven’t eaten, sit and let his partner vent (and give advice!), etc. However, there is less of that “tough love” aspect, so much as there is a humanitarian, “you’re human, you deserve to be happy” kind of energy. If his partner needed to spend time just rotting in bed, he’d probably join and make sure they had basic needs met until they felt better enough to do it themselves. Runner up is gift giving - very contemplative and thoughtful, he would be good at making playlists, paintings, etc for his partner and it’s a great outlet for big feelings.

Physical touch and acts of service are Jooyeon’s love languages. In relationships, he tends to really embody his Virgo mars - very warm, patient and giving to his partners, he wants to be someone that they can look up to for support. He is extremely similar to Gunil surprisingly, however Jooyeon has an easier time not losing himself in infatuation and can keep himself afloat easier. This seems to be the one aspect in his life where he is extremely grounded and can be a pillar of support for those that he loves. He has a lot of patience for the world around him - I want to note that even though he seems energetic and bouncy, his energy overall is very steady and rooted. This was also the most obvious physical touch reading I’ve gotten in a minute - he loves hugs and will not hesitate to give big ol’ squeezes. The act of hugging, cuddling, physical contact, etc helps him to regulate and connect more than any other ways - he finds it easier to physically express his love, instead of verbally. There’s a sense that he feels like he’s good at hugging/physical contact, but not always the best with words. Deep, deep down, Jooyeon is also a bit of a romantic and tends to look for “the one” when he’s dating. He wants someone to take care of and dote on.

#xdinary heroes tarot #kpop #kpop tarot #kpop astrology #xdinary heroes astrology #xdinary heroes x reader #kbands astrology #kbands tarot #goo gunil #kim jungsu #kwak jiseok #oh seungmin #han hyeongjun #jun han #o.de #lee jooyeon

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altocat · 4 months

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During his downward spiral in the Shinra manor, Sephiroth finds an old, handwritten note. The ink is smudged in places but still legible. It reads:

My son, It was never supposed to be this way, but my mistakes have led me here. I see now that there is no hope for me, for us. On easier days, when I wasn’t plagued with pain, despair, cruel visions I couldn’t comprehend, I envisioned our life together. You, the planet’s savior, my precious boy. Myself, your proud and doting mother. We would have been a family, happy and whole. That was something I never had before, and I dreamed that you would give that to me, and perhaps I, too, would give that to you, despite all my failures. But now that you are here, and I can no longer see you, I know the truth. I am broken, a monster. I can do nothing but cause pain. It’s for the best that you will never know me. I’m so sorry, my darling. I was never meant for happiness. Your days will be brighter without me to darken them. Whatever hurt you feel now, I would have worsened. But you must know that I love you. I love you more than I ever thought I could love. If you can believe that, let it soothe your heart. My spirit will fade away, but my love for you will always remain, if you’ll have it. Please, never blame yourself. I am the only one to blame. I do not regret having you; I only regret the sins I’ve committed against you. I love you, Sephiroth. I love you, my baby. I love you. I love you. Your mother

Sephiroth puts his hands on his head and screams. He screams until his throat is ragged, screams as he tears into himself, screams until the constant, alien buzzing around him breaks and subsides, screams until there's nothing left. Collapsing, he finally allows himself to truly break, feeling the years, the decades of agony, separation. And here he is now--in between spirals of truth and madness, knowing he was loved and wanted, not trusting anything he sees. Not people. Nor the information in these books. Nor the beckoning whisper of the other, that nameless entity that croons to him from atop the mountain. Twisted half truths and pretty lies. All of it meaningless compared to this single message, this single bit of ruthless clarity.

And he remembers the photograph.

And he remembers himself.

Sephiroth leaves the library, tearing out into the blackness of the wilderness. He doesn't touch the village, doesn't spill a single drop of blood during his flight. All he sees and knows is the darkness ahead of him, the merciless moon looming mockingly above him as he breaks through the trees.

He secludes himself for a long time, lost in that abyss, lost to his surroundings, in the tangled fortress of his mind. It isn't until months later, when a wayward Zack finally uncovers his whereabouts, that Sephiroth is able to finally snap back into place again. He doesn't know what's real, where his true path lies. But he knows in his heart this single, desperate calling--he mustn't waste himself. For his sake...for her sake, the cycle must end. Shinra must be stopped.

Once and for all.

#asks #ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #crisis core #sephiroth #sephcanons #lucrecia crescent #AU

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The Blood Pact: Chapter 4 - The Mistake

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have.

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Chapter 5

The next day passed uneventfully. You had a strange moment in the middle of the night where you were sure someone was out in the hall standing outside your bedroom door, but you assumed you were half asleep and dreaming, so you settled back under your sheets.

Otherwise it was another day. You worked, listened to some music, cleaned up a little. You met your friend Nat for a long lunch (oops) and by the time you got home it was starting to get dark. You were dreading seeing Bucky later, but part of you wanted to clear the air. You checked that all of the shades were closed and went up to your room to answer some work emails before starting your dinner.

You were lost in your inbox when a knock on your door startled you. You checked behind the blind quickly, yep – sundown. You assumed it was Steve, sometimes after he woke up he liked to come and say hey on his way downstairs.

“Come on in, Steve” you called, not looking up from your screen.

The door opened but there was a pause, Steve didn’t greet you like he usually did.

“Hi” finally came a low voice.

You jumped, your heart jumped too. Spinning in your chair to face him, you felt a tingling in your tummy when you saw him. Slightly dishevelled in grey sweats, but just as handsome as always.

“Oh…hey” you replied. “Don’t normally see you in here unless you’re feeding…”

Bucky smiled thinly, his hand ran absentmindedly through his hair.

“I uh…came to apologise. For yesterday. I’m sorry, that was a mean prank. I won’t do anything like that again”. He sounded sincere, genuinely remorseful.

Maybe…too remorseful.

“Is this a prank too?” you asked suspiciously, your eyes narrowing.

“What?” he barked, his brow furrowed.

“Is this another bit?” you accused.

“Fuck. No. I’m trying to be nice, actually” he said angrily.

“Clearly” you deadpanned.

Bucky sighed. “Look, can we just put it behind us? I’m genuinely sorry, okay? I nearly woke you up last night just to apologise. I could barely sleep this morning feeling so guilty about it. Especially on an empty stomach”.

You gasped. “Oh my god…”

“What??” he said incredulously.

“You’re so full of shit! You’re only being nice because you’re hungry and you’re trying to butter me up for a feed. Fuck! You almost had me…” you folded your arms in outrage, scoffing.

Bucky scoffed right back. “No I’m not! I was being genuine, actually. I was trying to explain how bad I felt…I wasn’t angling for dinner”.

You raised a brow and studied him. The tension between you was so thick you felt almost suffocated by it.

“Right…” you said cautiously.

“Right…” he responded with anger, refusing to break eye contact.

You stared at each other for a moment.

“So you’re not hungry then?”

“Obviously I’m hungry” he spat. You could see he was more on edge than usual.

“Exactly” you smirked triumphantly.

“That’s not why I’m here, though”.

“It’s not?”

“No”.

“So you don’t want a feed?”

He paused. “This feels like a trap…”

You laughed at that, rolling your eyes but grateful for the levity.

“Fine. Get over here, asshole” you sighed as you moved onto the bed, tugging your shorts up and revealing your bare thigh.

His eyes flicked between your face and your leg as he remained perfectly still, clearly unsure if you were tricking him somehow.

“You coming? Or is refrigerated blood bag on the menu tonight?” you teased, further extending your leg across the bedspread tauntingly.

Bucky uttered a small noise of derision as he finally crossed the room and knelt down next to you on the bed.

“Most people don’t need to have a sparring match with their food” he mocked as he searched for a vein.

“Most people don’t have such charming food” you countered, shooting him a wink.

He rolled his eyes, but you thought you saw a spark of amusement in them.

You propped yourself against some pillows as Bucky lined his mouth up. Suddenly his icy fingers dug into your skin, making you jump.

“Hey…I really am sorry. Seriously” he told you sincerely, looking up at you as he held your leg.

You nodded. “It’s okay. I’m sorry I hit you. I…lost it a bit” you admitted awkwardly.

Bucky laughed. “I deserved it”.

You exchanged smiles and your anger towards him begin to dissipate. He was such a little shit. But man, you never got sick of seeing that smile. Partly because he mainly smirked or scowled at you. His smile, his real smile, was warm and comforting. Toothy and full. His nose got all scrunched up. It was maybe a little goofy, even. You’d do almost anything to have him smile at you like that.

Before you knew it he had sunk in, greedily lapping at you with none of the usual teasing. Your body jerked, surprised by the suddenness, but he was unfazed by your wriggling, holding you still in his firm grip. You allowed the haze to sweep over you. Even through the inebriated fuzz you realised he must be extra hungry, making up for lost time as he fed desperately from you. You felt the usual soar of pleasure through your body, moaning softly as you closed your eyes and let the cloud absorb you.

You’re not sure what came over you and you were barely aware you’d done it, but somehow your arm had moved. You lifted your hand and before you knew it you had slowly slid it higher, linking your fingers through Bucky’s bed hair and forming a gentle fist.

He stopped suddenly, slowly turning his head to look up at you. His face was contorted in shock as your blood dripped down his chin. His eyes wide, pupils blown. He didn’t even look like himself. He looked…animal.

You were wrenched from your high as you realised what you’d done, quickly pulling your hand away from his hair as if you’d touched fire. You fell back down to earth with a huge crash.

“Oh God…I’m sorry” you whispered. “I don’t know why I-”

“Put it back” he demanded, his voice low and gruff.

You nodded, dazedly obeying. You moved your shaking fingers back behind his head, gently hooking each one into his long hair.

He stared at you for a moment before nodding, smiling at you with his fangs bared. He returned to the wound, continuing to feast like nothing had happened. Your bliss returned and you sank back into the mattress. Now you ran your fingers through his hair as he fed, allowing the strands to wrap around your hand. You gingerly tried an experimental tug which made him moan softly, so you did it again. And again.

You couldn’t believe how aroused you were. You knew it was wrong, you shouldn’t be getting off on being bitten by a vampire. But you couldn’t help yourself. The way it made you feel was all so intoxicating, so addictive.

Bucky finished up, pulling himself away from your thigh as you both turned to look at one another. He used his thumb to wipe away a rogue drop of blood from his mouth. You kept your hand resting in his hair, knowing you should stop but somehow unable to pull it away just yet. You just stared at each other, both breathing heavily. You felt a strong need to touch him, to hold him, unable to resist the pull towards him.

Bucky’s eyes searched your face. You wanted to speak but didn’t know what to say. You wanted to reach out and feel your skin against his, but didn’t know where you stood.

Suddenly he lurched forward, his hand snaking around your chin. He pulled you towards him, his lips crashing against yours as he caught you in a bruising kiss. You kissed back, your tongue finding his as your hand tightened in his hair. You could taste the metallic shadow of your own blood on his lips, your heart fluttering with how sordid it all felt.

His hands moved to your back, flipping you so that you lay beneath him as his kisses became more frantic. You pressed into him so tightly that no light could escape between you, your hips flush against his as you quietly mewled into his mouth. He moaned in return, a cold hand finding its way under your top as he glided up your torso. You could feel his hardness between your legs, and you urgently gyrated against him for any friction

A knock at your door was like a bomb going off.

“Hey, you okay in there?” Steve called from the other side.

Bucky leapt off of you so quickly that you gasped. Flustered and ruffled, you managed to sit up and switch your brain back on with enough power to respond.

“Hi…yeah” your raspy voice betraying your lack of composure as you cleared your throat. “We’re uh…just finishing a feed. Be right down”.

Hopefully Steve just chalked your agitation up to the after effects of feeding.

“Okay, see you there” Steve replied. You heard his footsteps retreat down the stairs.

Bucky was on his feet, brushing himself down and running a hand through his hair to smooth where you’d mussed it. He turned to look at you and you stared back at him open mouthed, unsure of what to say.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then grabbed a fresh bandage and antiseptic wipe from his kit, handing them to you. For a moment he looked like he was going to say something, but after a few seconds he turned to the door and left without a word.

You shot up off the bed, still a bit woozy from the feed and…well, the extra stuff. You ran a brush through your hair and checked yourself in the mirror. Your cheeks felt a little flushed, but that was pretty standard after a feed.

Bucky fleeing didn’t exactly fill you with confidence, but you understood why he was freaked out. Wasn’t a particularly great idea, making out and grinding against your human food source. And it’s not like you could both talk it out with an oblivious Steve wandering around, always reminding Bucky about the importance of being ‘professional’ and respecting ‘boundaries’. But still, you couldn’t help but feel a bit hurt by the rejection, even if you understood it.

You sighed, cleaning your wound and quickly applying the bandage before pulling your shorts back in place and heading downstairs.

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“What’s going on? I thought you two made up” Steve questioned, his attention alternating between the matching sullen faces of you and Bucky.

You took a bite of your dinner and kept your gaze on your plate.

“We’re fine” Bucky said bluntly. “Aren’t we?” He turned to you.

You nodded, forcing a smile at both of them.

“Really?” Steve probed, clearly not buying it.

“Yup. We talked it out. I had a feed. Nothing more to report. Water under the bridge” Bucky said, his tone detached.

“So why have you barely looked at one another all evening?” Asked Steve.

You and Bucky made eye contact for the first time since he left your room. Both of you seemed to be telepathically willing the other to come up with some sort of decent excuse.

“Sorry, it’s probably my fault. I’m pretty tired. Not feeling super chatty. I might go to bed after this” you managed to smile, keeping your tone breezy.

Steve nodded. “Maybe the earlier feed threw you off. We can stick to later ones if that helps”.

You nodded back. “Maybe, although I’ve definitely feeling less tired after them lately. Probably just an off day, no biggie”.

Steve seemed satisfied with your answer, but still looked a little suspicious.

“Okay. But let’s keep an eye on it. Your health comes first”.

You just nodded and continued to eat, feeling Bucky’s penetrating stare bearing into you.

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You laid in bed staring up at the dark ceiling. You couldn’t sleep, you just kept replaying the moment with Bucky over and over again. You thought about the way he’d looked at you when you grabbed his hair, the moans he made as you pulled on it, the way he had seized you so desperately and pulled you into your kiss.

The truth was you didn’t know how you really felt about it, or how you felt about Bucky. You weren’t sure if it was just a strange vampire trance you were put in while he fed, to keep victims calm, maybe. But you didn’t feel anything like that with Steve. A bit dream-like perhaps, but nothing near the feelings of peace and euphoria you felt with Bucky. Nothing like the irresistible pull he had over you.

Being intimate with him was a bad idea. You had a business arrangement, as Steve had rightly pointed out. It was weird enough that you fed him, adding sex into the mix would just make things even weirder. And sleeping with him would create a weird power dynamic that you didn’t like the sound of. You were staying under his roof, living rent free (practically). Sex would add a whole new dimension to that.

And it wasn’t like you could avoid him. Or he could avoid you. Unless he wanted to starve himself to death, of course.

You knew all of this logically, but it didn’t mean you wanted him any less. You had never met anyone who had ignited a fire in you like he had. He was both infuriating and intoxicating all at once.

You continued to toss and turn as you thought it all over. You finally fell asleep in the early hours but were woken a short time later when your bedroom door creaked open.

You shot up in bed, disorientated and half asleep. “Who’s there?” you called out croakily.

“Shh. It’s me” said a whisper in the dark.

“Bucky?” You replied, your volume now matching his. “What are you…”

“Keep it down. Steve doesn’t know I’m here” he replied.

You couldn’t see him in the darkness but felt the bed sink slightly as he sat down on the end of it. You leaned forward, reaching out to touch him to get a sense of where he was as your eyes tried to adjust.

“I’m here” he whispered, a cold hand reaching out and finding yours. You took it and squeezed instinctively.

He squeezed back briefly, but pulled it away again just as quickly as if he’d had an electric shock.

“Look…I came to apologise for earlier. I got a little…carried away. It was inappropriate and shouldn’t have happened. It won’t happen again, I promise”.

You nodded, appreciating that he was addressing it whilst also feeling a small pang of disappointment.

“It wasn’t just you, though” you explained. “I wanted it too”.

You heard him sigh wearily. “Doesn’t matter. When you’re being fed on you’re weaker, more vulnerable. Humans often get this kinda cloud of good feeling when a vampire feeds from them. It makes you docile, agreeable. Zaps the fight out of you so you can’t try to hurt us or get away. The effect varies from human to human, and vampire to vampire really. But the basis and principle is always the same”.

“Yeah, I’m familiar with the cloud…” you cut in.

“So you get why it was wrong of me to…make a move on you while you were in that condition”.

You paused. “I do. And I appreciate you talking to me about it. But…what if I wanted it to happen?” You asked cautiously.

“Like I said, it might feel like you want it but it’s like being drunk or high so you can’t exactly-”

“No. Bucky” you told him solemnly. “I don’t just want it to happen during feeds. I mean, I do then too. But…it’s not just the cloud. I-I, feel something for you…”

Bucky sat in silence for a moment as he considered your words. He finally sighed and spoke again.

“Doll…nothing can happen between us. It was a onetime mistake, we need to put it behind us and pretend like it never happened. We’re just roommates. I’m your landlord. I’m a vampire and you’re the human that feeds me. That’s all this is”. He was stern, there was no room for argument.

You felt your heart drop at that. It made sense of course, but it didn’t make it any easier to hear. You were glad he couldn’t see your face in the dark. But you still had an important question.

“So why did you kiss me, Bucky?” You asked softly.

You felt him shift on the bed uncomfortably, but he remained silent.

“Bucky?”

“It was nothing” he finally shot back, his voice quiet but his tone severe. “Don’t worry about it. Let's move on”.

“Why, Bucky?” You pressed.

You heard him groan with annoyance in the dark.

“Because I got carried away, like I said. I hadn’t fed for a few days. It happens sometimes when you’re feeding, you get caught up - your hunger can spill out in different ways. I should know better by now and control myself, but I slipped up I guess. Don’t flatter yourself Doll. It could’ve been anyone, you’re nothing special” he hissed.

You physically recoiled at his harshness.

“Jesus. Alright. Message received” you shot back sardonically.

“It can’t happen again” he harshly reiterated.

“Don’t worry, it definitely won’t” you seethed.

Bucky sighed heavily once more and got up to leave. You felt the mattress spring back once he was upright, sensing him heading away from the bed.

“I’m sorry again” he muttered, before heading out of the door.

You managed to wait until you heard him go down the stairs before your tears started.

#vampire bucky barnes #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #the blood pact fic #james bucky barnes #Vampire bucky au #Vampire bucky x you #Vampire bucky x reader

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queerbuckleys · 1 year

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BRAND NEW SOUNDS IN MY MIND [1.3k | feelings realization | first kiss] {ao3}

a/n: this is for @alex1424 who i said i would write a nick x jess inspired first kiss for like 9 months ago, and here we are finally lol. i hope it was worth the wait. also special shout out to @bumble-of-the-bee for beta reading and helping me find a title, which is from green light by lorde because i had to do that for this one. anyway, enjoy!

Buck never thought he would be here. He's cradling Eddie’s jaw, the other man’s hands carefully perched on his hips. mere inches from making everything make sense. it felt like they were on the edge of the universe.

The thing is, Buck hadn’t known he wanted this until it was happening.

The second thing is, if he had imagined it, dreamed it, he doesn’t think that the entirety of his family would be on the other side of the door.

But if that’s how it’s going to go. If this is the chance he has to taste a future he cannot hold on to, he’ll take it.

They're trapped in a warm bubble, just the two of them, the drowned out chants of wine drunk Karen and one too many shots of tequila Albert barely on their radar. Karen and Albert are out there, along with Claire. And he’s in here on the cusp of something with someone else. He’s been here before. But it doesn’t feel the same at all. And Eddie has James. James who is sweet and loving, on the brink of meeting Christopher, and who Eddie adores. And he has Claire. He can’t do this. Not again, he would never be able to forgive himself. But the churning in his stomach is starting to feel more like butterflies. Because this isn’t something he had fully known he had wanted. For years.

“It can’t. I- Not like this Eddie. Not like this.”

And the warmth is gone in an instant. Eddie freezes and looking at Buck like he’s betrayed him. And he can’t be here anymore.

“Guys, please, let us out. We-”

“You have to kiss!” Albert replies giggly, “Did you kiss?”

“No, okay, we didn't. But let us out, for the love of god, please let me out of here.” He didn’t mean to sound so desperate.

And he can feel how Eddie is looking at him without even turning back, the pleading in his voice stringing the tension tight.

He nearly falls out of the room as the door swings open.

And Eddie somehow pushes past him, face stoic and cold.

And hurt.

There’s hurt written all over the inch that Buck dares to look at without catching Eddie’s eyes.

“Baby what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” he hears in the distance, when the fuck did James get here?

“Everything’s fine, just ready to go to your place.”

Buck might puke right there. He never realized how much he hates this. Or why he hates it.

Claire stands in front of him as he stares after Eddie’s retreating figure.

He hates truth or dare. He should have just picked truth. Dares were stupid anyway, and it had ended with Eddie being hurt. That wasn’t supposed to happen either.

He can’t sleep.

He breaks up with Claire the next morning.

He’s gentle about it. And he’s honest.

They understand.

He’s over at Eddie’s because it’s Friday night. And that’s what they do. And Christopher is old enough now where half truths and broken promises are seen through.

They barely look at each other the entire night.

Somewhere between Chris making his way to bed and two beers and half a movie, Eddie says,

“I broke up with him. With James.”

Buck just hums.

He should've said more. But he would probably sound like the worst person on the entire planet if he did.

The credits rolled some time ago, and Buck changes into his sweatpants from his work bag and Eddie changes in his bedroom. They almost bump into each other in the hallway. It’s the closest they've been since that night.

It’s excruciating.

Because of that warmth. The warm bubble is back. And there is no more James. And there is no more Claire. And there are no more drunk family members chanting outside the door. Just their son sleeping soundly behind a closed door down the hall.

“What did you mean?” Eddie asks, “Not like what?” it's fragile, like glass, just sharp enough that it could have popped the bubble, but it doesn't.

“Not while- You seemed happy with him,” he replies softly, trying not to let the hurt paint the words too much.

“Oh,” Eddie keeps moving toward his room. And Buck can’t do it again. Can’t watch him go through another door. And he lets the butterflies flutter. And then they settle and he has never felt more sure of anything in that moment. And he grabs Eddie’s arm, spins him around, and kisses him.

Right there in the hallway.

Eddie makes a small noise in surprise and then starts kissing him back.

It’s warm, and feels like home, filled with years of unknown and unspoken want and hurt. It’s slow like molasses and over all too soon.

“I meant like that.” Buck says softly over heavy breath.

He then turns slowly and retreats back to the couch. Too scared to look back at Eddie, he doesn’t know what he would find if he did.

He doesn't sleep again.

“I kissed him, Maddie! What the hell am I supposed to do now? I snuck out of the house this morning. We were supposed to go to the Zoo! Oh god, I broke a promise to Christopher. Oh god.”

Maddie laughs over her cup of coffee.

“Do not laugh at my pain,” he glares at her playfully.

“I think you have to tell him. I really think you do,” she replies, schooling her features.

Buck just plants his face on the table and groans a little bit. He knows she's right. That's what older sisters are for.

“Now, go home, take a shower, dress up nice and go tell him you’ve been in love with him for years.”

“Ugh, fine.” he downs the last few sips of his coffee and heads out the door.

He’s staring at his closet. None of it seems right.

“I feel ridiculous, Maddie. All my clothes are terrible. I think I need a whole new wardrobe.”

“That’s how you know, remember how much I blathered on about my outfit before I went on my first date with Howie?” Her voice coming through the tinny speaker from his phone laying on his bed.

“Which time?”

“All of them Evan,” he can hear her eye roll “That's how you know. You ‘ll find something. Oooh what about that blue one that brings out your eyes? And those black jeans?”

“Maddie, you are a genius!”

“Yes I know, now go get him.”

“Love you!”

He hangs up the phone and gets dressed, styles his hair with a tiny amount of gel, leaving his curls mostly loose and soft.

He’s anxiously twirling his keys around his thumb in the elevator. It stops on the third floor and some movers with a large stack of boxes board the car. And everything moves so slow he almost bolts out of there to take the stairs just to escape the excruciating wait.

Finally the doors clang shut and it starts moving again.

And the process starts all over again when they reach the lobby.

He hears someone sigh, and he swears it sounds like Eddie. He finds it slightly ridiculous that he could identify his best friend that way, but that’s just how it is.

He shakes the thought from his head, but then the person speaks,

“Would you mind speeding up a little, I have to go tell my best friend that I’m in love with him.”

It’s definitely Eddie.

The mover finally fully exits the elevator and Buck looks up from where he’s been studying his white sneakers like they weren’t something he’s owned for a few years.

They stare at each other for a moment, smiles spreading slowly. And the doors start to close.

But Eddie slips in just in time.

“Hi,” he says, circling his fingers around one of Buck’s wrist.

“Hi,” is all he can muster in return, it’s weak and whispered but still full of reverence.

“I’m in love with you too by the way,” Buck is finally able to whisper.

“Good,” is all Eddie replies, cradling Buck’s jaw and pressing him into the elevator wall.

#911fic #buddie #buddiefanfiction #evan buckley #eddie diaz #usermoonlight #userbuckleyhans #tuserksn #userceecee #useroliii #useryb

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zeldaelmo · 10 months

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Summary: He has done it all before, but the difference is - this time he remembers.

No warnings, rating: General

@zelinkcommunity 's prompt 'yearning'. Beware, it's sad. More funny things the other days, promised!

Big thanks to my friend @bahbahhh who beta read this one!

Spoilers for the dragon tears quest.

Edit: added the full fic because Ao3 is down.

Lonely at the Top

"Kogah's cooking something up," Link mutters, voice carried away by icy winds that make his cheeks numb. "Lad got mad when his researchers showed me the autobuild function." He sighs, ice crystals slowly building on his skin where he's breathing out. "I made it to the old Gerudo mine, but then he escaped to Lanayru. Couldn't follow him underground."

His only answer is the wind and the light tingling of the Master Sword's magic in the air.

Link swallows against the tears that'll freeze in the corner of his eyes if he lets them escape.

He won't. They won’t change anything.

"You know, fighting him isn't that hard. I made a nice discovery, you'd go feral over it if—" Pressing his eyes close, he breaks off. "Anyway, I can attach Keese eyes to arrows and it makes them find their target on their own." A strangled laugh gets half-stuck in his throat. "Would help you with the little drift to the left you're fighting against when we're hunting."

His words get lost in the wind tearing at his clothes. Nothing but silence.

Link's hand scrambles over the scales under him — rough, calloused palm on smooth horn — but it finds no purpose. There's nothing to dig his hands in and nothing to touch but lifeless scales. She used to squeal and dive away from him in laughter when he indulged in the bad habit of squishing her everywhere where she's soft. The sound of her laugh that he still hasn't forgotten somehow (him, the amnesiac!) rings hollow in his ears like the third or fourth wave of an echo.

He will never hear it again.

He knows this — he knows this! — and it still takes a long moment of an ever-expanding hollowness inside him to sink in.

“Zelda,” he pleads, but the white dragon continues his stoic flight through the dark-blue night sky without any indication that she knows he’s here. Desperate for a reaction, for something he can feel, he lunges forward and grabs the thick, blonde strands of hair with cold-numb fingers. They are waxen and coarse at the same time and feel so depressingly foreign on his skin that he whimpers.

Her new haircut had been one of his favorite surprises to come home to. He loved to slowly let his hand wander up her now-exposed neck and bury it in the soft hair at her nape when they kissed, causing her to breathe a little sigh of happiness into his mouth.

Reluctantly, he shoves his hand forward now, digging deeper and deeper into the mane of the dragon but it’s like trying to get a rise out of a statue.

He knows why she’s done it. He wants to tear at the strands in his hands to bring her back and scream at her that she should have let this demon-tormented land burn and leave the ashes to rot for a life with him, but he knows she couldn’t. It’s duty first for them, always. Not because of old orders of a long forgotten kingdom, but because of who they are. Blood of the Goddess and Soul of the Hero sound like shackles to some, and there were times when the pressure lasting on them made it feel like that, but it’s not so simple. The truth is that it’s what they are at their core. They see the evil rising in their dreams, hear their hearts drum with anticipation of the journey ahead, and feel their souls resonate with the urge to set everything right again. They can’t escape. There is no happiness to be found for them if they refuse the call. To believe they can tell fate a firm ‘no’ and turn around to continue their domestic bliss in Hateno is an illusion, albeit a tempting one. The only choice they can make is between dooming themselves or dooming the world, and as heart-breaking as it is, it is an easy one.

When the first reports about unusual monster activities and the gloom reached them, they didn’t even need to talk about it. Sure, they installed a crew of monster hunters and the scholars did their best to find out as much as they could about the gloom and its consequences, but they already knew that wouldn’t fix anything in the long run. There was nobody else who could deal with the source of the problem. Who else could they have sent down the caves? Robbie, who couldn’t even see where he went half of the time because he forgot to take off his goggles? Impa, with her hundred-thirty years? Purah and Josha, who had excitement for ten but courage for none? Skilled fighters were even more rare to find than scholars. No, it was up to them. They even tolerated the gloom better than anyone else who dared to get too close. Their refusal would mean someone else had to risk illness. The wish to protect everyone they cared about, to not lose everyone who had grown close again, was that duty? Or courage and wisdom? He couldn’t tell and it mattered so little that he had stopped to aks. It was up to them — Blood of the Goddess and the Soul of the Hero, together at least — so they gritted their teeth and set to work.

Now, there's no one left to figure it out but him. Zelda has poured all her wisdom in that now millenia-old, irreversible decision to give him what he needs to fight the Demon King. They have been dragged in a war that isn’t theirs but can’t be won without them. The Sheikah, sworn protector of the royal family — even Impa with all her knowledge and experience — are at a loss. The other races deal with their problems, a warm word here and there is all they have to give. Warm words aren’t going to stop the Demon King.

He's wasting time; the tingling, taunting Master Sword — how long, for how long has it been in her head? — just in front of him is a cruel reminder of that. He isn’t strong enough to pull it. The Demon King did too much damage to the vessel that is his body. He should beat the shrines Zelda has prepared for him, always hoping, never knowing he would be able to accomplish them. There’s so much to learn on this quest, so many crazy things he’s able to do with the foreign hand on his body, and he needs to conquer all of them to even have a chance at beating the Demon King.

It’s just… He lets go of the strands, which feel wrong in his palms anyway, and sighs. It's just… He isn’t used to being so lonely anymore. Sure, he has done all of this before; the shrines, the solitude in the wild, the patching himself up at a campfire with a cloth between his teeth and a needle threading through his marred skin. But it’s been years and now he remembers. Back then she was a sweet voice in his head and only towards the end he realized that the stakes weren't only high for Hyrule but for him, too. Now it's different. He knows Zelda likes her crepes with extra honey in the mornings and that the quiet hours between evening and midnight are her favorites to study in her secret room in the well. He knows how warm she is in his arms on the rare occasions they have time for an afternoon nap. He knows the gasp she breathes into the night when he’s pulling her closer and makes her feel alive.

Sometimes he wishes he couldn't.

Maybe, one day, he’ll be able to treasure the time they had and the grief of his loss will dull. A couple of peaceful years full of love — it’s more than most heroes had. He should be thankful, but the thing with happiness is that you don’t get enough of it. There’s no such a thing as growing tired of happiness.

With stiff fingers, he searches for another elixir in his pocket. He could just change into appropriate winter clothing, but he likes to wear the tunic she made for him. The fact she doesn't react to it doesn't mean she doesn't notice. Right? With a defeated grunt, he pulls out one bottle after another, but he has used them all up already.

Time is flying.

He needs to keep going, anyway. There’s a shrine he discovered yesterday on his way down and if he isn’t mistaken, the last ancient stone tablet is close by so he can glide over when he’s done. He checks his Purah Pad and the paraglider, taking a wistful glance at the sword. Maybe pulling it would turn her back since she would have fulfilled her destiny then?

He doesn’t really think so, but at this point, he’s grasping at straws.

It took him two weeks to press every single Zonai researcher he could find for information about the dragons and the Secret Stones. He spent another four weeks hunting every last rumor that had anything remotely to do with the old legends, even the vague ones. Eventually, he settled for simply asking everyone he met about it, but it was to no avail. Nobody knew anything about the forbidden ritual of swallowing a Secret Stone. He got nothing but weird looks about his sudden interest in ancient, unknown practices. Maybe the last stone tablet will reveal useful information. If only he could talk to Sonia, Rauru, or Mineru… or even to the maid who eternized her thoughts on the tablets, but he has to rely on second hand information.

He takes a deep, shuddering breath and jumps, his muscles immediately taking up their memorized position of holding onto the paraglider. Tulin’s avatar pops up next to him the moment his feet leave the white dragon. It’s the manifestation of the Sages’ loyalty to him, or more to them both, but while Link appreciates Tulin’s deadly aim in battle and his gust of wind, the avatars still have that odd air of hollowness about them that Revali and the others radiated on his quest to destroy Ganon.

Sometimes he forgets they aren’t dead yet.

“Hey,” he says when he’s close enough so that she should see him. The stare of her greenish eye is empty and she looks right through him, as if he’s the hollow one. (Is he?) “There’s a building plot in Akkala I could buy. You know, for when we have…” The words get stuck in his throat. She dives down, down, down on her own path, unaware of the figure dangling from a paraglider talking to her. He’s only torturing himself when he entertains the idea of buying a house meant for a family he’ll never have with her, but going back to Hateno alone is even worse.

He sinks down to be at eye level again with her, the cold now making his muscles so stiff that he’ll need to change into a skydive soon to reach warmer air or he’ll lose control. “I’m going to beat a couple of shrines now, I promise,” he whispers. "Don't worry. I wouldn't dare to let your sacrifice go to waste."

The white dragon stares ahead. Link stares back at his own, jittering, red-faced reflection in her eyes, and scrambles for more words, something that would reach her somehow, knowing from dozens of attempts that there is nothing. He'll be back tomorrow anyway. And maybe he'll bring her one of Koko’s flower rings. It would make a perfect flower crown for her. He tries hard not to think about Rauru leaving flowers at Sonia’s grave. Zelda isn’t dead, she’s just not herself. And as long as that is the case, there’s hope, slim as it may be. She has placed all her hopes on him, the least he can do is keep going. She has made her choice, and now he’s making his. He’ll be back tomorrow. He’ll get stronger, and he’ll come back every day. Collect lights of blessings, clear monster camps, pull the sword. Keep going, keep going, coming back tomorrow. And the day after tomorrow. Keep going. Beat the Demon King. And then?

He lingers against better judgment, fingers numb and eyes watery until his arms give out and he plummets from the sky, the white dragon not bothering to catch him.

He’ll be back tomorrow.

#totk #totk spoilers #legend of zelda #zelink #zeldaelmo writes #zelink week 2023 #Yearning #Lonely at the top

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tavyliasin · 2 months

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5 Songs, 3 Outfits

RULES: post 5 songs associated with your oc, followed by 3 outfits they would wear

Tagged by @twistedapple - thank you~ And tagging in: @miradelletarot @morb-untamed @littleprincepaladin @daiya-owoda and @firlionemoontav Also if anyone is reading this and hasn't been tagged and wants to join in, well I'm terrible at choosing and remembering usernames so consider me tagging you in~ Going to put all of this below the cut so it doesn't clog your feeds, but this will all be based on my favourite Tav from @atavsguide, (all chapters are on that side blog as well as AO3). She is my absolute disaster of an elf and a woman who knows so few limits I'm genuinely concerned for her safety. Split heritage leaves her with a pale tone to her skin and long dark hair that's more often tied back to keep most of the blood out. I don't often describe her much in the fic and honestly don't have any good screenshots that I'd say really embody who she is to me, so you'll have to live with outfits and vibes~ Anyway, Tav's outfits and music below the cut!

Formal Outfit

Tav...doesn't really do formal, but Raphael did make her a dress in her dream which was later brought into vivid reality. Hardly the finery suited to the upper classes of Baldur's Gate, the inspiration was arguably more about making her feel uncomfortable and acutely aware of the particular eyes on her form. Tav is far more at home in leathers that carry a lingering scent of blood and sweat, something she can fight and escape in, but even the seasoned rogue knows when a distracting disguise is useful.

Product image from La Belleza Boutique https://www.labellezaboutique.co.uk/product-page/red-silk-dress

Casual Outfit

Tav is fond of red and black, but half her outfits are scavenged and stolen. Lacing and corseting isn't for fashion, it's to make sure things fit in the first place. A jacket keeps out the cold, but a distracting top underneath can be useful for a variety of scenarios... Pair all this with a comfortable pair of boots that come halfway up her shin, nice flat soles and well worn leather, soft to running down the harsh streets but still tough enough to withstand planting a solid kick when necessary.

Corset top, Ebay https://www.ebay.co.uk/itm/386162837704

Long Jacket, Violent Delights https://violentdelights.co.uk/products/devil-fashion-libertines-remorse-womens-gothic-aristocrat-dovetail-coat-red-black

Lace up leather trousers, Leather City https://www.theleathercity.com/product/womens-lace-up-flare-brown-leather-pant/

Lingerie

I struggled to find anything that matched what I'd see our favourite disaster in, so I went with something sturdy but sexy. Dark, alluring, she knows what she wants at the end of the day and that's clearly [explicit redacted] with whoever falls into her bed - "take pleasure where you can, you never know when this night might be your last".

Velvet and Lace Lingerie Set, Killstar https://www.succubus.com/products/killstar-sacred-spirits-velvet-bralet-black

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The Music Of ATG's Tav

1. Empire of the Sun - Solence

An old favourite, playing on the shifting moods between longing and a need to find a way out of a loop that never seems to end. Warming up to the idea of love being for herself and not just what other people get to enjoy is not easy for Tav but that doesn't mean she doesn't desperately want to hold on to every moment of sunlight on her skin.

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2. Break Me - Serenity

Lyrics of resilience wrapped in a sensual tune with a harder edge. Tav has this on repeat now and then. She's never sure if she feels strong or sad, but it's a song that resonates with a lifetime of troubles interspersed with whatever moments of bliss she can steal for herself.

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3. Dawn - Echo Black

Listen this might be becoming a battle of "who needs therapy more, Lia or Tav" but I promise this is all her~

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4. Masks - Aviators

I'm not saying that Tav has trust issues...but she definitely does. You don't survive for 2 centuries on your own without building up your defences and learning to see through the convenient lies and faces everyone hides behind in the street.

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5. Fire Up The Night - New Medicine

When Tav cuts loose, she thoroughly enjoys herself. Lust is a chance encounter to indulge in, an opportunity to explore, and she's not letting a single one of those chances pass her by.

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--- --- OK that'll do it! I spent way too long on this but it was fun~ Thanks for the tag! I'll have to get some more OCs in my head eventually, but not until Tav's found the end of her story~

#baldurs gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 tav #a tav's guide #oc headcanons #OC personality #music recommendation #oc outfits #Youtube #Spotify

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helpinghanikan · 7 months

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Star Wars: Kinktober 2023

Day 9: Sleepy (Fives)

Kinktober Masterlist

Clones aren’t given much in the way of vacation time or a break. That they get leave at all was simply due to convenience. If it were up to those Kaminoans the clones would all be kept in a warehouse until it was time to fight again.

Fives would have to find the time to thank the Jedi council for this free time. It’s only because of that that he ever got to meet you.

The last campaign had been a particularly brutal one. Fives didn’t need to say it, but you could tell when he asked to just go back to your apartment than to go out. Seeing his face at your door just solidified it.

“It was…Yeah, it was a lot.” That is all he says when you get the door shut behind you. “Sorry, I’m just really tired, Babe. That smells amazing, though.”

He insists on eating something of what you ordered. He goes through more than a regular man from both hunger and the simple fact he rarely gets to have real food. You take the dishes from him when he finishes, nodding towards your bedroom as firmly as any order on the field.

He falls asleep before you get in with him.

Several hours, and a little bit of sleep, later you wake to Fives against you. His facial hair tickles the back of your neck. A similar feeling to when he goes down on you and that same hair tickles the inside of your thighs.

You might have fallen back asleep if it wasn’t for the rocking of his hips. A slow grind against your backside while he sleeps.

Everyone was guilty of a sex dream now and again. It had been longer than anyone would have liked since you’d last had sex. It was for that selfish reason you reached a hand up against his cheek. Whispering “Fives,” to try and wake him up gently.

“Wha-?” he asks with a snort.

“You’re grinding in your sleep.” You whisper, straining to look back at him. “Specifically grinding against me. I can feel how hard you are, Fives.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Baby. I didn’t mean to wake you,” He says, laying back against the bed.

“I didn’t want you to stop. I just wanted to ask before we go any further,” You say, reaching a hand up to caress his face. “If you’re okay going further, that is. Not to pressure you, but I did buy you dinner.”

Fives has that clone grin that sends all the girls wild. Even when he’s half-awake you fall in love every time he looks your way. “If I’m ever not okay with sex, I want you to take my blaster and shoot, okay?”

He nuzzles into your neck as you laugh. “I don’t we’ll get there,” you said, helping him slip your pants down your ankles.

It’s harder than one would think to get stripped while under covers. Pants and underwear get lost in the sheets, tangled around ankles, and escaping onto the floor. That’s probably why so many couples just focus on getting the necessary items out of the way. But Fives didn’t want to go the easy route, he wanted to feel all of you.

His hands are calloused, but this makes it a pleasant feeling on your breasts. Squeezing your soft mounds, pinching the nipples, and massaging them on this side of rough.

His entire body is so warm you’re almost sweating. He hadn’t even touched your pussy yet and already you were moaning and groaning. Those sounds only got worse as his knee slid up between your thighs.

“Missed you,” He says, open mouth kisses on your neck. “Missed you so much.”

It’s a warm stretch as Fives pushes home. Both of you moaning into the empty air at the simple relief from being in each other’s arms again.

He makes slow but strong thrusts. Rolling deeply again and again with strokes that light a fire in your pelvis. Growing and growing Fives continues to massage your breasts and presses between your lower lips.

“Fives…” You call out in a whisper.

Your name comes from him just as desperately. Although Fives is the first to cum, he doesn’t stop his movements. Not until you’re getting just as tight around him. Milking his spent cock without worrying about having to clean up tomorrow.

“I missed you,” He repeated when you lay there in silence.

“Then you better keep coming back.” You tell him, falling back asleep with his cock still inside.

#reader insert #star wars #star wars imagine #kinktober 2022 #Fives x reader #Clone trooper fives #arc trooper fives #Kinktober 2023 #FLuff

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tired-reader-writer · 6 months

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@ship-of-skitties Ask and ye shall receive.

More thoughts swirling in my head regarding my OC Horaia and the AU she's written into.

I realized that the draft was getting inordinately long as I'm in the process of typing this damn thing (it's been more than half an hour of nonstop typing as of the moment I'm retroactively acting this paragraph and readmore in the draft, send help) so I'll put the rest under the cut:

I have talked before of how Horaia had been more yearning than person her whole entire life (until she got her memories back in full that is, and even then it's not as though the longing disappeared entirely it just... settled. more on that elaborated here), right? It's a huge component of her character concept. That emptiness. That disconnect from the rest of the world. The amorphous ineffable sort of want. The hollow in her heart. The sheer loneliness from the secure sort of knowledge that nobody in this world can understand her fully.

“God occupies me as a shapeless hunger.”

And y'know what said hunger/longing/yearning/want/loneliness reminded me of?

The God of Darkness.

His story is basically that he'd been alone for so long, aching for companionship that'd break this loneliness, until he met the Goddess of Light and had a bunch of kids with her, and even though I don't think this was stated explicitly I have to wonder if his desire to see more life be brought forth from Ewigeliebe and Geduldh's union was in part fuelled by the memory of said loneliness. Anything to lift it. Anything to expel it. It's not enough, never enough, he must simply try to make the world less empty just so maybe the silent void won't drive him to despair.

An all-consuming sort of want, if you will.

Just like a black hole.

It's also said that the reason Royal Academy students gotta wear predominantly black clothes is a reference to the God of Darkness, represents and symbolizes the desire to consume any and all knowledge like darkness itself— though I can't seem to find a direct reference of this on the English wiki. I saw it in the light novels, I swear I fucking saw it.

Anyways, kid Horaia. She hears about the story of the gods and latches real hard on the God of Darkness's story in particular because the shaking crying little animal part of her psyche (the one constantly clawing at the back of her throat, desperate to scream out loud, the manifestation of this nameless grief for things she won't ever get back) relates to him. The darkness, the all-consuming, the black hole— a gravitational phenomenon so strong it devours everything and lets nothing escape its grasp.

So at night, she prays.

Or more like desperately pleads to the God of Darkness for answers, girl's not doing okay.

She asks:

What do you do with this hunger? What do you do with this desire? This emptiness, the hollow in your heart?

She asks:

What do you do with this desolation? What do you do with this loneliness, this grief of solitude?

And there is no answer but the silence from the dark of the room but she thinks she feels the weight of a gaze, a heaviness in the air, almost solid enough to cut through.

Maybe.

Some of you who has read one of the two drabbles I put forth may remember Myne's mulling on the subject of monsters, how Horaia had labelled herself one with something like pride.

Monere to monstrum to monster.

To admonish, to warn, to advise.

Portent, sign, divine omen.

Monster, monster, monster.

Aka girl keeps receiving warnings and visions in her dreams a la Hildegard von Bingen and becomes an omen in of itself because well what else is she gonna become? Carrier of divine will, one who communicates the gods' desires to the earth. Like Myne (Enheduanna) the Saint who carries the will of mortals to the divine in order to retrieve blessings and protections from them Horaia is almost a Prophet by the gods' design.

Schlaftraum is her patron deity for reasons I've stated before (though I'd be more than willing to say them again if y'all so wish) but the God of Darkness is also among those she honors the most.

On that note it does trip me up that Schlaftraum is Ewigeliebe's subordinate and not the God of Darkness's, like, the dream/sleep thing is already close enough to the divine domain of night, I always have to do a double take whenever I remember that the God of Dreams isn't a subordinate of the God of Darkness whose cloak symbolizes the night sky but oh well. It's fine. It's fucking fine. Don't think too much about it, argh!

Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah, Horaia's intimate bond with the divine, with the God of Darkness in particular.

Maybe she encounters the shrines on the Academy grounds. Maybe the first shrine she finds is of the Dark God.

Maybe it's the only shrine she frequents to pray to, because he's the only deity among the Seven that she really feels a solid connection to until she's pushed to do otherwise. Maybe. The details still aren't ironed out, I'm just chucking pasta at the wall to see what sticks for now.

Either way though, let me jump onto a tangent regarding her Gender Identity Shenanigans™ and how that intertwines with her affinity to the God of Darkness: y'know how the husbands are often compared to the Dark God and their (first) wives the Light Goddess?

Yeahhhh no. The labels got flipped with Horaia and Ferdinand. Because of course they did. I will not elaborate for now bc my brain is starting to fry with all this typing when will I be free aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Myne is also dragged into this bullshit dynamic bc of course, she's most affiliated with Mestionora and while adoptive daughter isn't quite the same a one and only grandchild it could plausibly be stretched as similar, ey?

Myne-as-Mestionora may or may not guide Horaia-as-God-of-Darkness to the Wisdom to take over Yurgenschmidt—

Like I said. Still stamping details out. I originally hadn't planned for Horaia to potentially become Zent? But ah well let's just roll with it I'm not in control of the damn AU anymore.

My thoughts are becoming jumbled and I couldn't really find a way to incorporate this seamlessly so here it is as a bonus:

Horaia pleading, I cannot bear this world a moment longer.

And the God of Darkness replying, Then, child, make another.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

On that note, the God of Darkness and Goddess of Light are said to be the “progenitor of all gods” but the only deities acknowledged to be theirs are the four seasonal deities sooooo what's up with that, but it isn't quite relevant to our discussion so I'll set my theological confusion aside for now.

#ascendance of a bookworm #honzuki no gekokujou #liminal au #Horaia (OC)#god of darkness #somebody send help my brain is melting #someone out there had better enjoy this post I poured in sweat blood and tears into this #I've been sick #so yeah #liminal: the unstraying

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