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colourstreakgryffin · 7 months

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Okay here me out please....So reader leaves their beloved baby with their father Muzan for the night, because he said he can handle it....he can't the baby is everywhere, he can't take his eyes off of them for a minute without her just vanishing to somewhere else. Eventually baby get's of the infinity castle and finds herself being coddled by Yoriichi and Muzan is just.....`he's panicking and like he don't know what to do, so like eventually he has to fess up to reader that he fucked up and she has to go get the baby and she and yorrichi lightly have a conversation (roast session) about muzan and responsibility

I know this is a bit strange but please I just think it would be funny

Oh? Okay, okay! I’ll try my best with this and hey, we get to see Yoriichi again! I missed Yoriichi so thank you dearly for giving us the angel back! The angel and demon

If you don’t mind, I’ll name the kid myself since haven’t been given a name

Kibutsuji Muzan- Wondering Child

“Muzan, my love. All you need to do is watch Kuragari” You gently remark with a soft voice and a understanding tint, offering the newborn Kuragari to your husband as his blood reds scanned over both you and the cooing baby. Muzan scoffed under his breath at the rather easy task you given him, watch his own biological infant. He could do it blindfolded and with one arm tied to his back

The moment you walked out of the room, Muzan immediately plopped the blood red-eyed baby into his cute little playcrib as he sat down, right before Kuragari in his playarea, to pick up a nearby abandoned novel to skim through the hefty pages and pinpoint the chapter he was at. He took his eyes of the boy for only a minute or so when he realised the lack of cooing and giggling was concerning, looking up. His heart drooped in concern

He’s gone? He’s gone?! Where did he go?! He’s a baby! How is he gone already?!

Muzan almost panicked as he shot up from his comfortable plush arm chair and frantically checked every nook and cranny of the spacious room for Kuragari with some… or more, all furniture thrown at the walls along the way, no success further alarmed him. How is a few months year old already more fidgety and energetic than a bumbling four year old

Muzan ended up almost destroying the entire Infinity Castle in search for a single small demon. He truly had no clue where that bouncing newborn could be and the only reason he had a decent clue was because a number of trees leading down a specific dirt path, once transported out of the Infinity Castle, had the same fang-like bite marks in them. As if a baby animal was teething on the trunks

Perfect

The King of Demons couldn’t be anymore thankful that time itself had given him a shred of mercy and averted the sky to pitch black so the glowing moon would shower cool moonlight down on his dead white complexion. His slight relief was cut short when he finally found the source of sudden familiar giggling, he knew that voice belonged to his son so he followed it

And what he saw terrified him as he definitely had his hands too tied to be able to take action

That… that bastard, Tsugikuni Yoriichi holding his precious baby boy in his lap as Kuragari happily rose his cute tiny hands up to touch Yoriichi’s much bigger, calloused palms. The monstrous human had a very shocked expression on his face as his plum reds looked ready to swell up in tears, his heart touched by the Prince of Demons being so sweet and playful, despite being the enemy

Muzan knew very well he couldn’t intervene at all as the last time he hardly butted heads with that Yoriichi. He only got away with one single strand of his entire being left, it was far too close for his comfort though, he knew he also needed to get his beloved Kuragari back. The only solution that came to his head was you, the boy’s mother

You were a human, just like Yorichi. You could get the boy back, no problem. Unlike Muzan himself

Cemented on his meticulous plan to get his baby back from the monster, Muzan rushed back to the Infinity Castle at his top speed and seemingly arrived in the same room you stood before, just in the nick of time to greet you. “Greetings, my love. Where’s Kuragari?” You ask softly and almost immediately, out of concern as Muzan flinches guilty, sighing out to try relieve him of the stress. He should just tell you, no need to lie or gaslight you into believing such nonsense

“You know that beast, Tsugikuni. He has stolen our son. I only took my eyes off him for a minute, if not two and he was gone, I luckily tracked him down by the teeth marks on trees but I cannot get him back, you know” You sighed displeased, part of you knew this simple task would end in absolute disaster but since you loved the clueless demons, you just flashed a sweet, gentle smile and took his hand encouragingly

“Let’s go find our Kuragari then, my dear”

Laughing joyfully with your precious Kuragari sat on your lap, fiddling and pulling on the lengthy ends of your haori to entertain himself and satisfy his curiosity. You were perched on the open wooden edge-skirt of the homely Minka belonging to the one and only swordsman that ruled the battlefield with a platinum fist, Yoriichi himself. The same Yoriichi who apparently ‘stole’ your son but you got the actual picture from Yoriichi and it made you realise your husband is no where near competent with childcare

“I found this one crawling around my backyard. I don’t know how he got there but he seemed to have travelled miles and was hungry, he kept biting at everything” Every word that human man said felt very genuine and you weren’t ever gonna try deny that him and his statements were

His explanation of the situation made much more sense than what Muzan proclaimed happened, such a weird one nevertheless. Yoriichi didn’t even know your son existed in the first place, why would he go after him?

Needless to say… you and Yoriichi spent almost a hour trading innocent insults at Muzan and his so-called parenting style. You didn’t really hate your husband, he actually tried and took responsibility by telling you about losing him but he should always be watching Kuragari, the newborn should never left alone not had eyes taken off him for even a minute and somebody like Yorichi, who lost his soon-to-be-born child to a demon, knows that

You have learnt to never entrust Kuragari to Muzan, you will just have to go to Yoriichi instead

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miffysrambles · 5 months

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haiii!! Thisbis my first time doing a request and im actually embarassed and prob u gonna decline it and find me weird and and- jdkgjwlej (overthinking rn)

Let me breathe before saying the embarassing request-

Could i request an Moon Goddess Reader x Wukong? (The design for reader inspired on Moonlight cookie :33 I'M A FAN FOR HER AND SEA FAIRY-) like some sun and moon stuff? It can be romantic and how they met for first time! It can be headcanons or anything you want

Again- sorry for the request im just so nervous and embarassed.

-Ander :3

[HELLO FELLOW COOKIE RUN FAN !!! it's not embarrassing at all, it's a very cute prompt !!]

[NOT PROOFREAD BC I AM TIRED]

Wukong with a Moon Goddess S/O

Wukong had first met you when you landed on one of the beaches on Flower Fruit Mountain.

Your impact caused quite a crash, being able to be heard from his hut with all the monkeys nearby freaking out from the loud noise.

Wukong immediately went to check it out, holding an arm out in defense of the small simians behind him when he saw your form slowly sit up on the sand below you.

When he saw it was a deity, he kept his guard up of course but something about you was just so… alluring?

He couldn't keep his eyes off your features as he slowly walked towards you, bending down to gently help you up.

“Hey, you ok there?” His voice spoke lowly to you as you turned around, and it was like love at first sight if you could believe it!

He felt a boom in his chest as his eyes met yours, he swore he could see beyond the cosmos in your (eye-colored) pools.

Once you explained you were a moon goddess and you accidentally landed here from your magic, he decided he was gonna help ya!

Over the next few months, you stayed with Wukong on FFM (despite you could easily get back home, you two were just too curious about one another) and you two hit it off quite well. Whether it was telling each other stories or just sitting next to each other and enjoying the other's company.

He also found your powers and magic kinda funny, it was like the complete opposite of his, just like you.

He was the light and you were the night after all.

Despite being so different, you balanced each other quite well, you were softspoken and calm while he was just the complete opposite of that.

He loves to take you on his cloud, you both would fly through the sky and land at a random spot to star gaze.

He loved it when you talked about the cosmos, you were so passionate about them and he could listen to you talking about them for hours.

Stargazing on a random cliffside was actually the place he decided to confess, despite being the self proclaimed great sage he was BEYOND nervous.

Although it had only been about a year since you landed on FFM, he knew this was genuine love especially since he had been alive for so long.

He decided just to go for it.

Hey if you reject him, he’ll just go into hiding on Flower Fruit Mountain somewhere for the rest of eternity, easy peasy!

Wukong took a breath as he gently grabbed your face, taking your attention away from the night sky to him.

A warm smile spread across his face as he took ahold of your hands in his.

“Hey starshine, I’m not really experienced with this sort of thing. But, I think we should take this to the next level if ya know what I mean… Because I LIKE like ya. So, what do ya say?”

Of course, you liked him as well giving him a kiss in response.

"Sorry I should have asked... Is that ok?"

A big goofy smile spread across Wukong's face as he scooped you up in his arms, nuzzling his nose against yours under the cool glow of the moon.

"Of course, that's ok moonlight, it's always ok for you to do that. In fact, you should do it again."

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haykawas · 6 months

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what i think would be their go to halloween activities — ft. satoru, suguru, choso.

gojo satoru – trick-or treating & urbex.

trick-or-treating is satoru’s favorite, and it’s quickly become yours as well, though it hasn’t always been this way. of course, you love this holiday. however, you used to think adults should stick to parties at most, and never expected to indulge in such activities past your eighteenth birthday.

but it’s to be expected when you hang around the gojo satoru, because that man just doesn’t care. he’s never felt shame once in his life, does what he wants whenever he wants. he likes to show up in the most ridiculous costumes, too, and you often have to take a break to laugh it all out before you begin trick-or-treating. and he loves the sound of your laugh, he adores it – and some might say your smile is the only reason he tries so hard to come up with the most unhinged fits every year.

and it’s not surprising he loves this holiday so much. you know satoru has a sweet tooth, everyone does. and you do too. so, of course, once you’re done with your little escapades, you get back to his and immediately sit on his living room floor to sort out all the candy you’ve managed to gather, throwing out the bad ones and exchanging a few.

one thing about satoru is that even though he doesn’t say it, one of his love languages is act of services. you’re not surprised when he tosses a candy to you, complaining about how he hates this one while you catch it with sparkling eyes, because of course, it’s your favorite – and while he’ll never tell you, it’s his too.

another thing you love to do together is explore abandoned places. since you’re both a little crazy, you follow him in his antics quite easily, and it often seems like you two have one brain for two. before you go out, you both spend hours searching for the perfect spots, weighing the pros and cons of every location and going over the creepy stories of every one of them.

of course, you get to play cameraman, while satoru stands before the lens. you both love to pretend like you’re ghost slayers filming a documentary, and it’s sometimes hard to focus when he makes your sides hurt from the things he comes up with. you fool around and scare each other, and although he’ll never admit it, he’s almost shit himself more than once – because, to his dismay, you might be a little too good at scaring the shit out of him. yet he secretly loves it, the smirk you’re sporting when you manage to make him jump. and maybe it’s the quiet of the night, the soft glow of the moon that illuminates your features ô so beautifully, or even the curve of your lips that his eyes try to not focus on that prompts this sentiment, but he feels a bit funny looking at you that night.

geto suguru – making costumes.

making halloween costumes with suguru is always so much fun. you visit plenty of stores together, and you both have this little tradition that takes the form of a contest where you have to find the most hideous pieces of the store and put them together in order to create the worst fit ever. the downside? the loser has to walk around town wearing the winning costume. and one thing about suguru is he doesn’t play to lose, to your dismay. the bright side is that you always get to remind him of the one time he put together something so awful he managed to startle an old woman so badly she fell over, knocking down an entire aisle. he then spent the next thirty minutes apologizing profusely while you failed to hold back you giggles, his eyes sending daggers at you at the same time.

another thing about suguru is that he loves to help you get ready. yes, this man is an absolute gem. he knows how to do hair beautifully, as he’s used to taking care of his, so you let him handle yours very often. he’s very gentle with it, his slender fingers gliding through your locks as he thinks about the style that would fit you the most.

he helps with your makeup too, and takes it very seriously. he’s deeply focused as he doesn’t want to screw it up, his brows are furrowed in concentration and his lips twisted into a little pout as he applies your mascara. of course, you can’t help but avert your eyes. his gaze is always so intense, it just throws you off balance, but he doesn’t let you do so. instead, he takes your chin between two fingers, his tone firm as he tells you to ‘keep your eyes on him’ while he continues to work on your eyelids. oh, and next up are your lips.

kamo choso – pumpkin carving.

pumpkin carving with choso is so domestic. he invites you over because he knows you love manual crafts. you’re not good, granted, but you love it nonetheless. and it’s not just you two! yuuji’s there too, and the three of you first head out to visit the farmer’s market. there, choso tells you how to choose the perfect pumpkin, and you listen to him intently, your gaze soft as he loses himself in details – you don’t want to cut him off and tell him you’ve actually learned all about it before you came, the way he’s so passionate about the subject making your heart jump in your chest.

he flushes red in embarrassment when he realizes he’s been rambling, asking why you haven’t interrupted his monologue as you shrug, feigning indifference. and yuuji smiles knowingly, snickering because his brother can be so oblivious sometimes.

and once you finally get to it, knives in hand, he can’t help but hover over you, worried that you’ll cut yourself — and he’s right to, really, with the careless way you hold the knife. so he stands behind you, his hand on yours as he guides you, showing you the safe way to proceed and giving you advice on the best way to shape your monster’s features. he chuckles with pride when you look up at him with a happy grin on your lips after you’ve managed to finish a pumpkin without losing a hand and praises you. he’s so supportive it hurts your cheeks from smiling too much, but you don’t tell him you know he’s just being nice, because you might’ve just carved the most horrendous pumpkin ever known to man.

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neonghostlights · 4 months

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Speaking about alien eddie. I wonder what he'd think of christmas. I like to think he'd love the lights and i wonder what his lil curiosities would be, what he'd comment on or if he'd ask what the hell is elf on a shelf. 🤣🤣

To The Moon And Back

“And this is the Christmas tree,” you said as you finally fluffed it to its full glory after pulling it down from the attic.

You and Eddie had gotten onto the topic of holidays. He had told you about the big deal of Metallum day on his planet and then you started telling him about Christmas. His eyes lit up when you talked about it and how much he wished he’d be able to see it.

Eddie was very intrigued but also a little confused.

Although it was still summer and far from the holiday season you thought that maybe it would be a good idea to pull out some of the Christmas decorations to give him the full experience.

He probably wouldn’t be on the planet anymore come actual Christmas time. You had spent so many Christmas’s alone that you wanted to be a little selfish and soak up some memories with him.

Eddie crossed his arms across his chest, looking at the unlit Christmas tree unimpressed.

“Okay, we’ll give me a second,” you said as you dug through the box of ornaments.

Eddie followed your lead, placing ornaments on the tree one by one. It took longer than it should have but you loved the way he marveled at every home made and sparkly ornament that you had.

You plugged the tree in once it was fully decorated, watching the lights reflects in his eyes.

“What do you think?” You asked.

“It’s beautiful and glows. Just like you,” he said in a soft voice as we wrapped his arm around you.

“And now that the tree is up the man comes and gives us gifts?”

You let out a chuckle. “Not quite. We give gifts on Christmas. It’s not Christmas until December.”

“What else do you do now that the tree is up?”

“We hang stockings and watch Christmas movies.”

Eddie’s eyes lit up at the mention of movies. He loved all of the movies you showed him.

You ended the night curled up together on the couch with the soft glow of the Christmas tree casting over you both.

You knew you would have to go out and find some presents to put under the tree to surprise him tomorrow.

You giggled as you thought about how you could prank him.

“What is so funny?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about where I can find an Elf on the shelf in the summer time.”

“A what?!”

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plussizefantasia · 6 months

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Hallow's Eve

Flufftober Day 24: Ghost AU

Matt Murdock x ghost!reader

Word Count: 1.5k

AN: This one really isn't my favorite but I think that's just because I'm not very good at writing Matt. Anyway... Reblogs and Feedback are always appreciated and I'll see y'all tomorrow.

divider credit @royallaesthetics

Matt didn’t celebrate Halloween, he doesn’t really remember when he stopped just that Stick thought it was childish, and there wasn’t time for silly little traditions when he had much more important things to do.

“You’re telling me that all other 364 days a year, you roam around the neighborhood in a red devil costume but, you don’t celebrate Halloween.” Foggy had asked incredulously when he asked Matt if he wanted to go out and pretend to be younger than they were for the one night a year it was socially acceptable.

“That is exactly what I’m telling you. Besides Foggy, I’m busy, we’ve got a case to present on Monday and we don’t have a solid argument yet. I will be here, doing my job until my job is done.”

“You’re an enigma man. Sometimes it’s like I don’t even know you.”

“Not funny Foggy, I’ll see you on Monday.”

It was pure luck that Halloween fell on a Friday this week, it meant that Foggy who no longer had the metabolism that he did in college would have two days of recovery time. And he would be able to actually do his job on Monday, which was important given that his name was on the front door.

Matt continued working through the sounds of drunken cheers that floated from down the street. He worked until the moon had risen, and risen and risen a little further until it was a little ways past the middle.

That's when you showed up. People weren’t wrong when they said that there was a stronger connection to the spirit world on Halloween. You’d been watching this man work all night, but you couldn’t understand why exactly he had all the lights off. It hadn’t been recently that you died, but when you did you were pretty sure that most humans couldn’t read in the dark.

When the clock struck three though, the witching hour began and you could feel yourself beginning to take shape. Still in the clothes you were in when you died, your silhouette began to fade into existence.

Had Matt actually been able to really see he would instantly clock the faint glow that surrounded your body. The way that he could sort of see the other side of his office through your body. He would’ve been able to see that you weren’t really alive.

“Do you normally work in the dark?” You cautioned a question. The man hadn’t freaked out which from your understanding was usually the first thing the living did when they were presented with something they didn’t understand. They tried to kill it which in your case had already been done, or they ran away in fear. This man hadn’t done either and you were far too curious to let it go.

Matt, at hearing your words practically jumped three feet in the air. His heart started racing and it was all he could hear. The blood rushed in his ears as he spun around to try and locate the random person who had actually managed to sneak up on him.

He didn’t think it was possible for someone to really sneak up on him, but perhaps he was so entranced in his work that he didn’t hear you come in. Nevertheless, he had an act to upkeep so he mustered up enough breath to send you back a shaky reply.

“Um.. yes, yes I do it saves money on the energy bill and I don’t really need them.” He gestured to the glasses on his face and the cane was leaning against his desk.

‘Oh! Oh. That makes much more sense. I thought you were just really weird.”

“Well that hasn’t actually been ruled out yet.” Matt Shrugged. “So why are you here at…” he felt the numbers displayed on the braille clock Karen had given him for Christmas the past year “3:05 in the morning on Halloween of all nights.”

“I think I should be asking you that question.” You shot back, not wanting to explain that you had died in this building and were stuck in a perpetual state of haunting until you “finished your unfinished business” or some crap like that.

“I have a big case on Monday and I need to work on my argument, although I’ve been working for hours and haven’t really gotten much closer.”

“You’re a lawyer?” You asked.

“Um, Yeah? Nelson and Murdock, it’s on the door.” Matt pointed toward the front door. And after a brief look of your own, you realized he was right. There it was Nelson and Murdock, attorneys at law. “If you don’t mind me asking, why are you here? If you don’t need a lawyer.”

“Do you believe in ghosts?” You asked the man.

Matt was taken aback by the question, it was an abrupt change in topic but one that he figured was pretty on brand given the holiday.

“No. No, I believe in heaven and hell and that everyone goes to one or the other.” He succinctly summarized.

“Well, what about the people who don’t go anywhere? What about the spirits stuck in between?”

“I’m not sure there are any.”

“There are.” Your conviction was surprising to Matt. What was more surprising to him though, was that you didn't have a heartbeat. He didn’t really catch onto it first, with his own heartbeat strong in his ears at first he wouldn’t have been able to hear yours if he tried. But now that he had tried and failed he was struggling with coming up with an explanation.

You were seeing in real time the struggle Matt was having within himself.

“Why don’t you have a heartbeat?”

“What?”

“I can hear everyone’s heartbeat, I’ve been able to hear every heartbeat of everyone I’ve met for a very long time but I can’t hear yours. Why?”

“Dead people don’t usually have heartbeats.”

“You can’t be dead you’re talking.” Matt shot back, beginning to sound slightly out of breath.

“Well, that’s just not true. Because I am dead, and I am talking and you can hear me so…”

“I’m going crazy. Or I fell asleep at my desk. Or…” You heard Matt begin to mumble to himself.

“What is your favorite color?”

‘Can’t see color.”

“Really? That must be terribly dull.”

“It can be”

“Well then what is your favorite animal?” You questioned.

“Why?” He asked, still slightly out of breath.

“Humor me.”

“Umm, a dog.”

Matt’s breath slowly evened out. He wasn’t actively panicking which was good, the last thing you wanted was for him to fall and hit his head and for people to think he was crazy when he woke up speaking about ghosts.

“I didn’t mean to freak you out. But whether you like it or not, I am stuck here for the next,” You looked around the room for a clock, finding one hanging on the wall of a closed-off room surrounded by glass “Thirty-five minutes.”

“What do you mean stuck here?”

“I can’t leave this building, and I get a little more faded the further I walk from this room at all.”

“Why?”

“I’m not sure you want to know.”

“I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

“I was killed in this room, didn’t see who did it, didn’t know it happened until it was already over. I can’t leave because my spirit is tied here. Believe me, I would if I could. Who wants to spend the rest of eternity tied to an old office building?” You let out a self-deprecating laugh.

‘I’m sorry” Matt had whispered.

“Don’t be. It was a long time ago, I’ve come to terms with it all.”

“Is there anything I can do? Or?”

“I’m not sure, Supposedly if I finish my unfinished business I’ll be able to move on but I’m not sure what that would be. Or how I would be able to finish it when I only become really formed for an hour every year.”

You two existed in silence for several moments. You, contemplating what it was that got you stuck here in the first place, and Matt thinking he was crazy for offering his help to an actual ghost.

“I could look into your story if you want.” He cut the silence.

“Really? You’d do that?”

“Yeah, why not? I’d just need your name.”

‘Y/N, Y/N L/N.” you smiled.

You two spent the next twenty minutes talking about the last day that you could remember, anything that might help Matt in his search for more information about you. And when you could feel yourself beginning to fade as the hour expired you were feeling a lot lighter than you had any Hallow’s Eve before.

“Thank you, Matt.”

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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The unexpected third and final part to the series I never gave a name to, otherwise known as a continuation of the jealous Venti, overworked reader, and treasure hoarders fiasco

Warnings: general sagau, blood, implied death (not main characters)

You had found it rather odd when a certain god wasn't waiting for you after calling it a day and retiring to your chambers. Venti certainly wasn't known to be absent like this, and you couldn't remember seeing him once today.

You didn't let it linger on your mind for very long, alone time was quite a rarity after all. As much as you enjoyed his company, and the company of all your followers, moments where you could simply be by yourself were few and far between.

So you brushed the situation off, retiring to bed earlier that night, happy to have the opportunity to sprawl out completely in the large comfortable bed. What you didn't expect was waking in the middle of the night for no discernible reason.

It wasn't sudden, not due to any sort of sound or occurrence that jerked you from your slumber so rudely. But, nonetheless, you found yourself awake, tired and confused, but awake.

You opened your eyes for a moment, squinting slightly, the feeling of sleep still coating your mind completely. It only took a second to notice, just a small glance to see the glowing green eyes that stared back at you, unblinking.

You mentally jumped, inhaling suddenly before your mind caught up, recognizing the owner of those eyes, even with only the moon for light.

"Venti, I told you to stop that you know." You moaned with a voice still thickly coated with sleep, grabbing the spare pillow and forcing it over your head in annoyance. He remained silent, unmoving, just as focused on you.

After a moment you finally looked at him again, taking in more on his form as your eyes adjusted to the dark.

Something struck a chord with you, an inkling of confusion at the scene, and it took a moment longer to realize why.

Venti was fully in his Archon outfit, both his wings and marks on display, an outfit as revealing as you remembered you mentally noted.

But that wasn't the thing that concerned you. No, the thing that concerned you was how he was covered in red, trailing down his arms to his fingertips, soaking into the white fabric, splattered across his skin and wings alike.

"Venti—?"

"Your grace."

His voice was heavy, lacking any and all of the usual upbeat playfulness, as serious as ever, but with a hint of something else.

"I told you I would take care of it for you, didn't I?" He spoke it like a humorless joke, something that could be seen as funny or ironic in the right context, and it took your mind a moment to catch up with what exactly he meant.

The treasure hoarders. Of course. One of the many things that was taking your attention, one of the few he could do something about.

Realizing that the blood was, in fact, not his, you felt the need to roll your eyes at the heart attack he gave you, scold him for being so reckless, or maybe reprimand him for going against your wishes in the first place.

"Venti I swear—"

"I love you."

That caught you off guard, how he said it. It was whispered as a promise, a soft inkling of his true feelings, as if comparing a single drop of water to the ocean.

"I worship you."

You noted how his voice fell off into a breathy moan at the end, leading into a deep sigh of need, a need only you were allowed to invoke. One the was felt in the very fiber of his being, lighting up each and every nerve as if they were made of stardust itself.

You let the growing silence rest, consuming the both of you in its open arms.

What a most perfect silence it was.

You were upset with him, that much was clearly abundant from your expression alone, a scowl that showed you were considering how to deal with the situation.

"If you left me, I think I might die." This time it was spoken as a confession, holding the same humorless tone, as if it held all the truth of the universe, infinite in its implication.

You scoffed, "Do you really rely on me so heavily?" You had meant it to be teasing, a playful statement meant only to poke fun. It didn't come out as such, sounding more like an accusation, one seeped thoroughly in frustration.

Venti seemed to ponder his response, contemplating the phrasing, testing out the syllables as if they were completely foreign.

"I do."

How simple, how transparent, how utterly human this god sounded, no different than how he felt, you thought. Skin soft and perfect, warm, as if it really was blood that ran through his veins. You supposed that was another thing you now had in common, the liquid that ran through your body being just as foreign, with its divine metallic sheen.

You took a moment to breathe, to ground yourself, to fully feel the moment.

He looked pretty like that, godly and divine, something almost pure, which of course heavily contrasted with the blood drying on his clothes, splattered across his skin like a canvas. It soaked into his wings too, creating a patchy and inconsistent pattern of blotchy red on white, like rose petals on freshly fallen snow.

Why was that the first comparison that came to mind?

You pondered that question, biting your lip with a concentrated look. He certainly wasn't pure like the snow, nor nearly as gentle, though perhaps as fleeting. And to compare blood to roses, how cliche.

Venti wasn't fond of having your attention off him, not now when he had gone to such lengths to secure it all for himself.

"Your grace, you better not be thinking of anyone else." It wasn't so much a threat as a plea, a soft and broken request to be the sole recipient of something so precious. Of course, that isn't to say it didn't come with certain strings attached, a silent reminder of the situation, a soft reference to how what he was covered in was in fact not something as innocent as rose petals.

Your eyes shifted back to him, refusing to relinquish even an ounce of what you were thinking, guarded as ever.

"I'm not letting you get any closer until you take a bath, or at least change clothes."

Venti pouted for a moment, then started crawling his way from the foot of the bed towards you, an expression that screamed nothing but want and careful hope.

"Venti." It was said as a warning. Though you were aware that most of the blood was probably dry by now, you still didn't particularly want to risk it. He only gave a wolfish smile and inched closer, intent obvious to any onlookers.

"Venti—" You weren't able to finish your sentence, being immediately lunged at by the playful and needy god.

He giggled and you struggled momentarily before giving in, fighting to keep a smile off your face, to maintain that frustration that came so naturally before.

"I apologize your grace, you just looked so warm and soft sitting there, I couldn't help myself."

You scoffed at him, "Maybe put on some actual clothes then."

He whined at that, nuzzling closer as if you were the only source of heat he'd willingly take from.

He was covered in goosebumps, you could feel them across his skin as you ran your fingertips over his arm. He shuddered.

"It's cold outside tonight." He mumbled into your skin, soaking up all the warmth you provided. "I didn't feel it till now."

You let out an absentminded hum, one that showed your mind was elsewhere. Venti raised his head to look at you, fear creeping into his mind now that the adrenaline had worn off.

"You're not upset, right?"

He certainly didn't regret it, doing away with the hindrances who were all too happy to greedily steal your attention, whether they knew it or not. They deserved it.

"Well, I think you took it a bit far."

His heart dropped.

Venti was quick to recover, quick to decide exactly his next course of action, what honeyed words would get him back in your good graces.

You made a noise of surprise as you felt his arms leave you, giving him a questioning look as he reluctantly pulled himself away.

He stepped off the bed, keeping eye contact as he dropped to his knees, a half-smile playing at the corners of his lips before closing his eyes completely, bowing his head with nothing but the up most of reverence. There's no denying he looked incredibly beautiful sitting there on his knees, his wings falling behind him with such elegance. It would be no stretch of the imagination to say he was one of the most beautiful things you had ever seen, with the moonlight reflecting off the white and red alike, indiscriminately illuminating each individual color, as if it was made of the finest of stones.

"My divine creator, please forgive me for my transgressions." He spoke in prayer, pronouncing each word with the same meaningful intent.

"I offer myself to you. I would burn forests and mountains alike to cinders, create storms that could cut through stone, so long as you'll have me." The calm and steady voice he had prior was starting to dissipate, shattering to reveal the desperation underneath. "Please, look upon me, I beg you to do so. Look at my face and know that I am a slave to your every whim. Every desire. Please. Please continue to love me."

You were at a loss for words when he opened his eyes again to look up at you, searching your face for something, anything. You continued to give nothing away.

Fear gripped him in that moment of silence, holding him hostage in morbid anticipation.

"Take a bath, go get changed, and then come to bed." You finally spoke, a form of tiredness weighing heavy on your voice. What type of tiredness he didn't have the means to discern, but you welcoming him back into your embrace was a promising notion.

Venti quickly nodded with wide eyes, unable to keep a smile at your 'supposed forgiveness' off his face. He, just as quickly, stood from your bedside and started to leave, intentionally dragging his wings over your face as you sputtered, causing you to glare and him to look back with a coy smile, throwing in a wink for good measure as you just rolled your eyes. You heard him giggle once he was out the door. How he managed to jump from completely serious to the exact same playful demeanor you had come to know eluded you completely.

You thought briefly about the conversation you would be having with him in the morning, already planning out the intricate lines and responses, allowing the repetition to lull you into something close to sleep, finally fully embracing it when you felt a weight dip the opposite side of the bed and a pair of arms wrapping around your torso as a familiar face made itself comfortable against the back of your neck.

Venti thought about the morning as well, but in quite a different way, allowing imagery of him and you together fill his mind. From the peak of Starsnach cliff to the low valley of Windrise, from your bed to the farthest reaches of Teyvat, he would do anything in order to experience it all with you.

God help anyone who got in the way of that.

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin venti #venti x reader #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #two thing in a week wow #I wasn't even planning on making a third part but got struck with sudden inspiration #*cough*pretty boys covered in blood on their knees*cough*#he can have a little murder #as a treat

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basket-of-cats-and-witches · 5 months

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Time for new angst hello

Ex durgetash now durgestarion time

Or, as I like to jokingly call the pairing between Astarion and my Durge, BloodMoon.

I waffle back and forth on two different paths. One where Durge has a complicated rocky relationship with Gortash (as is their messy, toxic right), or redemption with Astarion.

There's also the ascended vers, of course, but that's something I'm going to explore once I get to that ending in my evil Durge playthrough :3

Anyway. Have a waltz.

(if you like it, reblogs are appreciated!)

"Would you believe I've never done this before?" Astarion's voice was airy, playful, as if he had not a care in the world.

Years of experience reading people had taught Aelune differently. The slight tremor in Astarion's hand, his artful smile a little too sharp, and they clocked the anxiety instantly.

They smiled. "Impossible, of course. You move with such a fluid grace, you must have danced with the nobility at least once or twice." They nodded to Lestor, their bard.

The violin started up, and they bowed. Extending their hand.

"Lord Astarion," they murmured. "May I have the pleasure of this dance?"

A moment of hesitation was marked in the pause before he answered, his eyes softening as he settled his hand in theirs.

"You may, darling."

Thus, they began.

Astarion had shown much improvement in the weeks past. Since Cazador's death, he had blossomed, leaving the shadow of his former life behind at last.

It was funny. For a creature of the night, he glowed like the dawn.

Still, it seemed he still didn't know how to react to the way Aelune treated him. He was precious to them, cherished and adored behind all measure.

They would have hung the moon for him, if he asked, or torn the world asunder.

To be given such love after so much abuse...well.

Aelune knew better than anyone what that was like. Jarring, and sometimes overwhelming.

They tried to pace themselves.

"Follow my lead, you're doing wonderfully," they murmured. Together the pair moved across the floor, almost seamless in their grace. Astarion was clearly a quick learner.

He shot them a sharp look. "Don't coddle me."

"If it's being taken as coddling, I apologize. I meant only to encourage." They smiled as he rolled his eyes.

"You're impossible. How on earth do you know how to do this, anyway? Last I checked you weren't some Mezobarrazan noble."

"And even if I was," they reminded him, "I wouldn't have been called upon to dance very often. Men are merely ornaments there, even one born female." They kept pace with him, politely ignoring it when he stepped on their toes. He learned fast, but not that fast.

"That doesn't answer my question, darling. Unless you're being coy on purpose."

"Surprisingly smooth, for an assassin," Enver said, the delicate filigree of his jewelry warming up against Aelune's hand. "One would think you were raised to this."

They chuckled halfheartedly, glancing away. The overlay of memories sometimes caught them off-guard.

"I was a singer in a pleasure house, Enver. Of course I learned how to dance. It may not have been anything as sophisticated as this, but it was certainly more complex. Unless you'd like to learn how to dance with scarves."

His husky laughter warmed their ears, settling their bloodlust and hunger in a way it hadn't been for a century or two. "I'll pass, if you don't mind."

Astarion stumbled slightly, and they kept him up, smiling as he huffed. "Coordinating this is tiresome. I can't believe I agreed to this."

"Because for some reason, you like Wyll, and thus accepted his invitation to his celebration as the new Duke of Ravengard," they reminded him.

He waved them off. "Oh, yes, that. Merely a trifle. I don't know why he seemed so touched when I agreed. Of course I would love to attend such a lavish event, if only to watch people bask in my presence." His hand trembled again.

Aelune snagged his hand once more. "And I'll be there the whole time to fend off your waves of admirers. Maybe even steal you away to a secluded nook or two."

Astarion couldn't hide the flicker of relief. Aelune knew he still had trouble in crowds, in settings that reminded him of Cazador.

"If only we'd met sooner," Astarion sighed. "You could have stolen me away from so many tedious events."

Aelune pictured it. Attending one of Cazador's events, probably for Gortash's networking, on his arm like a dangerous jewel.

Seeing a beautiful man across the room who laughed too loud, too bright.

Who reeked of fear.

They wondered what it would have been like. Probably not good for any of them.

With Enver's help, they would have made him worse. As power hungry as the pair.

They wondered if Astarion would have replaced Ketheric.

The dead three. Bhaal, Bane, and Myrkul.

Aelune, Enver, and Astarion.

Their grip tightened slightly on Astarion's.

"If only," they murmured, and ignored the dark desire that thrummed in their veins.

#my writing #bg3 #bg3 spoilers #durgestarion #durgetash #well previous durgetash but you know #aelune for oc tagging #lestor for oc tagging!#astarion #enver gortash #more of a thinky piece but I still like it

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hmshermitcraft · 10 months

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Grian swears that there’s something up with this small town. He can feel it in his bones.

But, the unease turns to…something else when he meets the mysterious owner of the town’s shady amusement park.

And sure, he may have a weird amount of sharp teeth and his eyes glow in the dark; fuck you, Grian finds that hot.

Anyways, he follows this man called “Scar” deep into the park, far from the worrying eyes of his sister Pearl who keeps insisting that “it’s dangerous” to follow the handsome, totally human guy deep into a shady ass amusement park that definitely doesn’t follow safety regulations.

It’s what he finds that blows his mind.

A city, hidden amongst the tall conifers and oaks that holds the likes of people that Grian’s never seen. Monsters of all kinds.

As much as he wants to run away, he can’t.

After all, who’s to abandon Scar?

It’s said, that he was found, dead, at the bottom of a canyon. Local police force suspect drug usage, but Pearl knows that’s not what it was.

There are horrors living in the town of Hermits.

And Pearl needs to find out what they are, before it’s too late.

It’s also not her fault that this strange (yet very pretty) shop owner, Gem, keeps taking her away from her duties.

🌙 anon (idk how that think works but this is my first prompt I kinda turned it into a fic srry T^T)

Pearl knows her brother possibly better than she knows herself. Grian was a menace, sure, but he was never interested in drugs. He rarely drank enough to even get drunk.

And why would he end up where he did?

(And why wasn't she ever allowed to see the body?)

Pearl doesn't tell Gem about it, not wanting to offload her grief onto someone she barely knows (and who she thinks is very cute.) Nothing kills the vibe like 'yeah so I'm looking into the death of my brother' she's found out. It's frustrating their work hours overlap so much - Gem is always inviting Pearl places when Pearl planned to investigate something! And Pearl doesn't want to say no, because that's all the free time Gem gets, too!

It's one of those dates - Gem insisted on a midnight picnic in the forest. Sure, Pearl was planning to investigate the amusement park tonight, but she can do that any other night. Gem is smiley as ever, excitedly showing Pearl the food she's brought. They eat and chat, the moon shining overhead. It makes Pearl feel daring, like when she'd sneak out as a teenager.

Which is maybe why it catches her so off guard when Gem says, so calmly, "You know Grian isn't dead?"

When Pearl turns to look at her, there's no give away in Gem's expression. Just a concerned look, head tilted slightly to the side.

"That's a sick joke to play," Pearl replies. She stands, grabbing her bag. "Is that what all this has been? Oh, let's play a prank on the grieving sister? Real funny!"

"Why would I joke about something like that?" Gem says, and Pearl can hear her standing as well. "We may not be humans, but we aren't all monsters, you know."

Pearl spins around. And for the first time, she sees Gem.

#hermitshipping #ask #pearl tag #gem tag #grian tag #scar tag #gempearl #death tw #murder tw #mod 🎀#weekly theme: small town with a secret #🌒 anon

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true-blue-sonic · 4 months

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any random espilver thoughts you could offer to someone struck with empty brain? could be angst or fluff, i'm not picky /lh 🫣

I can think some up! Let's see here ^-^

I wonder if Silver would be surprised by how noisy it is in the Chaotix's household. After all, if he's been mostly on his own before, I figure he'll be quite surprised by the liveliness of the Agency! But what especially intrigues him is the fact that Espio very much prefers his own peace and quiet amidst the chaos, and has trained himself very well to embrace it despite Vector and Charmy being around. I figure Silver might just go sit with him and meditate/relax for some time if things become too annoying around him.

Espio strikes me as the kind of person who knows a lot about foraging: he apparently likes camping and he also seems to like educational things, so I figure he might have read up on what plants are edible and such in the wild. I can imagine him and Silver leaving one early morning to go to the forest and find berries and such <3 And if Silver learns some cooking from Amy, they can make them into tasty jams and jellies.

I don't believe this is really possible with Silver's powers in the games, because we've never seen anything like it and the closest we've gotten is his Psychic Knife that isn't so much a knife at all, but it'd be very impressive if he could form shuriken and kunai with his powers. It'd be a concentrated little energy attack that doesn't cover as much ground as his Psychic Knife, but I figure it'll be able to pierce deeper! And Espio is very flattered Silver is trying to incorporate his ninja fighting style into his psychokinesis. Similarly, I think it'd be funny if Silver just.... hurled Espio at an enemy on occasion, haha. They're in perfect sync!

I also wrote a bit of a fic today at uni when I was actually supposed to be transcribing interviews, but you know, fuck that and all, so you can find that under the cut. I hope you like it! ^-^

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“You can see the stars so well here,” Silver muses, contently sprawled out over the blanket. “Did you know they look a bit different in the future?”

“Oh?”

“Not by a lot. But whenever I study them, they aren’t exactly in the same place anymore. Just barely!”

“Which sky do you prefer?” Espio smiles back.

“This one, of course. Because you’re here to watch it with me, Espio.”

Laughing softly the chameleon shakes his head; an answer as expected from his dear beloved. “Then we had best make the most of this night,” he agrees. Tomorrow their trip will be over and they’ll go back home, to their city where the light pollution unfortunately makes it difficult to see the sky in all its glory. But here, in this field of rustling greenery and no civilisation for miles and miles, they are perfectly miniscule and at one with the beauty above them.

“I’m going to find all the constellations,” Silver notes back, one finger tracing the air as if he can draw lines on the dark blue scenery amidst the pinpricks of light. Perhaps in his mind he is, his lips forming words Espio knows even though he says nothing out loud, and the sight is…

Ethereal.

Elysian.

Utterly, completely captivating.

Which isn’t so strange, because to Espio everything Silver is and does is captivating, yet he finds it impossible to tear his eyes away from the other this night. Silver’s fur glows like the two moons above them, the cyan circles on his gloves the only source of light around except for the stars. And every single movement gets drunken up by Espio’s eyes, how he gestures his one hand ever so tenderly as if his finger is the paintbrush and the heavens his canvas, how he lays so unguarded and open on their shared blanket, other arm tucked behind his head and honey-golden eyes merely blinking up to the stars before his lips twitch and form into a smile.

“You’re staring, Es.”

“…Ah.” Jolting awake from his musings the chameleon flicks his tail. “Mayhaps, love.”

“Don’t ‘mayhaps’ me, I can feel it.”

With an amused laugh of his own Espio reaches over, his fingers brushing over the hedgehog’s twitching little nose. “Your powers and their perceptive nature.”

“Hmhm,” his beloved huffs back, a pink tongue peevedly battering at Espio’s finger tormenting his poor snoot. “Why are you? Isn’t the sky much too lovely to not look at it?”

“I just so happen to be around a being that makes it far too easy to get distracted with marvelling at him,” Espio notes, scooting himself a bit closer and smiling as Silver curls into him as by instinct.

“Flatterer.” But Silver’s face tucks itself underneath Espio’s chin so perfectly, a content little sigh breathed out against his chest.

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#I am DONE I want VACATION #silver the hedgehog #espio the chameleon #espilver

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doodle-pops · 2 years

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My Shy, Shy Kitten

Celegorm x reader

Kinktober 2022: Sixty-nine/First-Time

Request: Hi! I love your writing and your blog💕 Can I requests prompt 62 from the 3rd list with Celegorm please?

A/N: I hope I didn't make him appear OC in this, but here's everyone's favourite feral elf.

Warnings: fembod, sixty-nine, handjob, oral (m and f receiving), first-time intimacy, fingering (f receiving)

Word Count: 5k

Synopsis: A camping trip with your beloved and his dog in the wood during a full moon; what could possibly go wrong? Apparently, many (good) things.

Prompt: “I-I’ve never done this before, so I’m afraid you’d have to guide me”

Stepping out of the shared tent that Celegorm had built, you walked into the cleared area he made earlier for the bonfire. The rocks were already neatly arranged in a circle, all that was left were the firewood that your lover had insisted on fetching over an hour ago. Huan had remained at your side to keep your company since he had grown very fond of you from the first meetings and always defended you as Celegorm dished out his little bullying.

The fluffy oversized hound had floppy to the cool ground and refused to move given that the summer heat was killing you both. You could only hope that the night wouldn’t make overly hot, it was your first camping trip, and to back out on the first night because of the heat would be embarrassing – to you and not Celegorm.

Sitting criss-cross beside Huan, you threaded your fingers through his fur and listened to his purring as you observed the birds singing in the canopy. The sun was setting, casting an orange fire blazing the sky and splitting through the forest trees in its array of colours. To your left, you were able to glimpse the moon semi-visible in the blue sky, distant and round as ever, waiting patiently to glow to its fullest tonight. Celegorm had told you that tonight was a full moon, and it was going to be at its fullest and closest in years. However, his statement couldn’t help but spark a question in your heart since you’ve heard about particular creatures existing.

“Tyelko, wouldn’t there be werewolves in the forest during the full moon?”

Your question had made his neck swerve so hard, you heard about five cracks as he stared flabbergasted at you and your question, “Werewolves? Oh ho, don’t tell me my little kitten is terrified of the big bad wolf? Are you afraid of him eating you up? You do look rather appetizing my dear, and I would love to have a taste – ”

He never got to finish his teasing because you had already known from his response that it wasn’t true, and he was only teasing. He received quite the number of smacks to his head before being shoved off the sofa as he boisterously laughed. Thinking back on the memory, you let loose a few tinkering laughter and shook your head at your foolishness. Funny how silly people were when in love – the crazy things that make the time spent memorable.

“Now, now, what has you so glad kitten? It couldn’t be Huan? I told him that you were mine and off limits.” His voice was too playful, but it matched his appearance. The light forest green orbs that racked your body with every step were accompanied by a wolfy grin. Proudly showing off his spectacular canines that were revealed lastly as his grin increased from the attention. He appeared youthful and glowing, as though he was an innocent young ellon who just reached maturity.

On his shoulder, he carried a small bundle of firewood, while dragging the rest behind him. He had brought enough to keep the fire ablaze all night which eased your nerves, given that you were terrified of the creatures lurking in the dark and the dark. Kind of him to remember this and attempt to soothe your fear. Shocking, given that he was quick to jump on everyone’s fears and strike at them with it, but for you, he had never made the move to terrorize or slander you.

“Nothing really, I was just remembering my werewolf question.” You responded so shyly knowing that he was about to tease your question again.

Sliding his eyes over to you as he prepped the firewood for lighting, he snorted. His own memories about the question replayed in his head and he wanted to relive them. “Still thinking a werewolf is going to come out and devour you kitty? The only werewolf that’s doing that is me – you know that no one gets to have a bite.”

Casting his head in your direction, he gave you a lip bite followed by a wink. His antics made you squeal and hide behind your hands as you rose them to cover your blushing face. Out of all his cousins and siblings, Celegorm was the most direct, flirtatious and open about his wants and desires with shame. He always flirted with you as though you weren’t courting for more than ten months now. Little brushes of his hands in risqué areas, dangerous kisses that left you wanting more and predatory gazes which left you hot and bothered, Celegorm did them all.

“You’d probably need to season me first before eating. I might be a bit on the bland side.”

Clutching his stomach and howling in laughter, he forgot about the firewood and threw himself onto the dirt ground. Huan had followed, understanding the humour behind the joke and barked in response to its hilarity. Wiggling on the ground like a worm and wheezing, Celegorm had to give you a point, your comeback was hilarious.

“I’ll – I’ll give that one to you…kitten. I just hope I brought the right seasonings for later.”

Nightfall came faster than ever and before you knew it, you and Celegorm were lying on your stomachs at the entrance of the tent and gazing at the fire while exchanging stories. Most of his stories were compilations of his irresponsible youthful days as an apprentice under the Valar, Orome. From how he broke his bones to were his worst scars came from, he had a story for every encounter and a show to perform. You needed to have a re-enactment of his catastrophic moments no matter how far-fetched they may have appeared.

You watched on for hours, both you and Huan, feeling your eyes drooping and becoming heavy. It was rude to fall asleep in the middle of his storytelling, but when sleep was calling you had to shut it down, but lucky Celegorm was observant enough to notice this. Keeping the fire going, he helped to pull you into the tent, shutting the flaps and tying the ends, before bringing your body close to his and drawing the covers over you both. Despite his body being warm during the summer, at night, the coldness that settled in required coverings instead of his body warmth. Planting a chaste kiss on your head, he watched as you drowned yourself in sleep while he looked on.

Between dream and reality, you weren’t sure if the uncomfortable hardness pressing into your butt was an aspect of the dream world or reality. But the more you reached out to search for the discomfort, the more it grew. On natural instinct, your body moved to feel the hardness, pushing your ass further into it and rubbing it to identify to the object. It felt both hard and soft and the same time and you didn’t know of any object at the moment which felt like that.

Groaning at the discomfort, you awoke, still feeling the hardness poking into your ass. Turning was difficult since Celegorm’s grip was relentless, but you had managed to throw his overly buff arm off and wiggle away. Once you did, lifting the sheets to view what was hidden underneath didn’t reveal the object. There wasn’t a damn thing laying between you both…or there was?

The most prominent figure of the unmistakable cock from your lover was erected and visible through his trousers. Could it be that you were rubbing against his cock? You couldn’t help but flash your eyes over to see if he showed any signs of being awake to reduce embarrassment. Sitting up, you crawled closer so you could lean in to ensure that it was his cock and not something else when the deepest sensual and teasing voice echoed through the tent.

“If want a better look, I’d take my trousers off for you kitten. All you have to do is say the magic word.” There, propped on his elbow, laid your provocative lover. His eyes were a darker shade than earlier, or perhaps it was the lighting. His pupils were dilated and from your observation, you could tell that he was aroused.

“I-I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just wanted to see what was poking me in my butt. That’s all.” Waving your hands frantically like a mad woman, you wanted to make it clear that you had no intentions of being sneaky.

“Relax, I’m only teasing. Sorry about making you uncomfortable while resting, you can sleep on the other side.” His hands moved to grab the pillow and sheets to hand over so you wouldn’t need to come closer if it bothered you greatly.

“What are you going to do about that then? Can’t imagine it being comfortable.” You whispered in hush-hush secrecy as if someone was listening on the outside, though, your focus on his cock echoed your amazement.

“Might sleep it off, or leave to go into the forest to deal with it,” it was then as he spoke and turned his head to face you, he captured the look of wonder and a hint of lust as your tongue darted out to lick at your lips, “Why? Would you like to help me kitten?”

Staring at his erection and watching as it grew, when the silence struck, you snapped your eyes over to meet his hungrily gazing at you with predatory instincts embedded in his mind. He could have you right here and now, devour you like the whole world was watching and made it feel as though it was only you both. He craved a taste, your taste, but only if you allowed him – just say the words. “I'd like to, b-but I-I've never done this before, so I'm afraid you'd have to guide me.

How insanely sweet and delicate you were to him.

That was all he needed to act on his desire. Licking his lips, he lifted a finger and beckoned you over to him. In response, you threw the sheet and pillow aside and timidly crawled on your hands and knees over to him with an eager look in your starry eyes. Your innocence made him want to ravish you there and then. As you approached him, he sat up and reached out his right hand to tug you closer before trailing his fingers from the said hand up your bosom, over your hardened nipples to wrap around your neck. He listened to the little gasps and whimpers you released as his fingers grazed your buds, but his mouth ate them up as he attached his lips to yours greedily.

Controlling the kiss, his hand around your neck squeezed the sides of your windpipe making you gasp for an intake of breath. Celegorm chose to dive in once again to slip his tongue pasted your lips and wrap it skilfully around your inexperienced one. Sucking the muscle and biting your lips, he’d pull your tongue past your lips to suck on as he shifted to pull you onto his lap.

At the break in the kiss, Celegorm refused to slow the momentum and recaptured your lips in another heated kiss that made butterflies form in your heat. The build-up of your arousal was flowing into your underwear and slowly soaking the flimsy material. Celegorm knew this. In fact, if it weren’t for his predatory hunter instincts, he wouldn’t have smelt it, and he did. Growling into the kiss as your arousal waffled through the air with each kiss, his touches became rougher with every growing second.

“Tyelko, I’ve never done anything like this before – ”

“Relax kitten, I’ll guide you, and in return, you’ll be rewarded.”

Following his words, his lips dropped from yours, leaving a string of saliva between you both and attaching themselves to your neck. Making the most of the opportunity, he widened his mouth enough to sink his infamous canines into the juncture of your neck, most definitely leaving behind a large purple bruise. Sucking on the spot and slaving his tongue over the area to soothe, his teeth attached themselves to another area and so the process continued.

Celegorm found your skin sweet and addicting, like his own drug. With every bite he delivered, your nails raked themselves through his scalp, pulling and tugging his hair venom. He was enjoying the searing pain in his scalp; it forced him to become more and more animalistic as the sensation grew.

“Fuck, your skin tastes divine – did you coat yourself in honey kitten? I could just eat you up.” He spoke directly into your skin as he licked a bold stripe from the base of your neck to your ear. Once he arrived at your ear, his lips nibbled at the soft skin behind before ascending to bite at the tips and blow hot air over it. He felt you shiver and a trail of goosebumps forming.

The growing sensation of his lips on your skin caused the pool of arousal growing in your underwear to leak and dip all over his trousers. He felt the wetness as his hips moved in accordance with the receiving pleasure. Sliding his hands down to cup your round ass, he delivered slaps and pinches.

Marvelling at the firmness and weight it held, he roamed his hands across the expanse, pleased that it was finally in his hands after months of waiting. Taking his large palm, he squeezed at your globes and imagined that soon he’d have more than just his hands on them. Maintaining his grip, he used them as stability to guide your hips over his as your cunt rubbed against his straining cock.

“Ah, Tyelko…” the first cry of his name in the most pleasureful tone made him growl in rejoicing.

Removing his hands from your hips, he motioned for you to continue as he discarded his shirt and went unbuttoning your shirt. With less haste knowing that you wouldn’t be pleased if he tore your shirt to shreds, he undressed your upper body, licking his lips with every inch of skin revealed. More skin to sink his teeth into.

When all the buttons were undone, he tugged the wings of your shirt open, only to groan in frustration at the interruption from you. Your arms shot out to cover your front from his eyes, not entirely sure if you wanted him to see you naked. His mouth felt divine on your skin and sure, you would love to have it on the rest of your body, but it was nerve-wracking to have him view you naked as you were born.

“Kitten…it’s only fair if you’re in the same condition as I am. I can’t be the only one naked, now that’s just unfair.” He whined at you while he tugged on the ends of your shirt. Sounding like a kid who wasn’t getting their way, Celegorm stuck out his lower lips and trembled them in hopes of getting you to conform.

“I know, I know, but I’m just nervous. This is the first time you’re viewing me naked, it’s not everyday normality.”

“Not exactly first time princess. Remember when you were drunk and you threw up all over yourself, I was left to clean you up and well…naked you were.” Grinning at you before biting his lip, he wiggled his brows at you mischievously.

“So…so you know what I look like underneath?”

“In a sense, yes. Though it was very dark, so I only got faint outlines, but yes.”

The disappointment was written across your face at the hopes of this being your first-time naked revealment, only to have it shattered. Sighing and melting yourself into his lap, you withdrew the ends of your shirt from his hands and held it in yours. “You always know how to spoil a good moment Tyelko.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m seeing you for the hundredth time, it’s always going to be like the first princess. So, are you going to do me the honours?” quick to shift the conversation back to the moment and not wanting to kill the mood, he danced his eyes over to your chest, hinting at the reveal.

Closing your eyes and counting to three, you refused to look him in the eye as your hands shakily pulled back your shirt to reveal your full bosom. Perky nipples standing up once the cold night’s air stuck and flushed with your arousal, Celegorm had to stop from throwing himself at your buds. Your shirt was now resting in the crook of your elbows, not yet falling to the floor.

Luckily, Celegorm noticed this and smoothly slid his hands along your arms to push the material off. Once it fell to the floor, you would have expected him to relatch his mouth upon your skin but instead, his hand gripped your chin and guided your mouth back to his.

“Kiss me first dove.”

Reclaiming your lips in a softer kiss, overly soft from his earlier aggression, you realized that he was aware of your obvious nerves. If you were going to openly engage in a serious act with him, he wanted you to be as relaxed as possible. Feeling his calloused hand travelling your back, mapping out the area as he kisses you slower, you shivered under his touch. His hand were warm and left goosebumps everywhere they landed. His other hand which held your chin moved to cup your neck, tilting it to the side to give him access to your neck once again. His hot tongue over the cooled area made you mewl at the contact. On instinct, your hips shifted over his cock, emitting a groan from him as well.

“Just like that, you’re doing so well.” His voice was heavy with lust but still left room for appraisal.

Your lashes flutter as his lips descended on your skin, while your hips regained momentum to continue grinding against his cock. His textured tongue brushed the tip of your bud before he wrapped his lips around it. Sucking and tugging at the flesh as if water from the heavens would come pouring out, you threw your head back at the oncoming pleasure building up in your slower region. Switching from different breasts, as one had his mouth occupied, the other gained his hand – biting at the flesh and sucking as though it was his holy grail.

“Ah, feels so good Tyelko.” With your head tossed back, you released a loud moan at the pleasure he delivered so well. Chuckling at your response, the vibrations were sent through your body prompting you to gasp.

Hips pumping rutting furiously against each other, the groans and grunts of your ongoing promiscuous late-night activities echoed through the forest nearby, and poor Huan had to nap elsewhere.

Forcing himself to pull his mouth off your breast, his hands eagerly travelled lower to the waistband of your trousers. Ready to untie your laced, he froze when he realized his hastiness. “May I?”

Removing yourself from his clutches, you clambered off his lap with deer legs and stood before him with your hands on your laces, untying them. Celegorm smirked and licks his lips anticipating the final reveal of your naked form. He felt as though you were fairly giving him a performance like he gave to you earlier on. Once your hands and dipped into the sides of your trousers to push the material off, you chose to look past Celegorm while he eyed your pants slithering past your skin and falling to the floor. The way his eyes roamed your skin made you want to cower like prey. The look of hunger in his green orbs, it also made you feel desired and wanted – great power was felt in your chest at the revelation.

“Well, it’s only fair that I also remove mine as well, ay kitten.” He spoke as he moved to tower over you with eager hands untying his trousers and dropping them to the floor with great ease.

The muscles that littered his fine body gave cause to have your mouth drooling. Battle scars adorned his skin and gave it a marbled appearance. You couldn’t help but step closer to stretch out your hand and outline his skin and watched as he shivered under your touch. Trailing across his pectorals, your fingers grazed his nipples and trailed their way down his ripped stomach. Feeling him clenching his abs and breathing increase as your hands got closer to where he wanted you most, you stopped at his pelvis to trace his indents before dropping your hands and looking up at him.

“Why stop? You were doing fine.”

“I don’t know how to…”

“Watch and repeat princess.”

Lifting his hand to his cock, you watched as his hand swiped at the tip to collect his precum before smearing it across his length. Then, without any build-up, his hands glided across his length with haste and desperation. Flicking his wrist expertly as he had done numerously, he kept his gaze locked on you, biting and gnawing at his lips.

Locking his predatory gaze with your prey-like ones, he felt more of his arousal leaking from his tip from his special spectator. Your eyes were glued to his hand fluid hand motion as he pumped himself and demonstrated what he wanted you to do. Your tongue couldn’t help but dart out as if you were hoping his leaking tip would fall into your mouth. You’ve heard of women pleasuring their lovers by placing their mouths on their nether regions, and you wondered if he’d let you try.

Smirking at your innocence, he took your dainty hands in his other hand and tugged you closer to his body till you felt the heat radiating. Guiding your hands to where his cock stood, mighty and tall, girthy and veiny, he wrapped your slender fingers around his thick cock. Sighing at the feeling of another hand on his cock, he clasped his hand with yours and assisted you with jerking him off. The sensation felt weird but seeing how wrapped up in the pleasure your lover was experiencing, you pushed the thoughts aside and continued. Your hand barely covered his girth and required the help of your other.

Twisting and squeezing his cock, you watched as he threw his head back and allowed for his silver silky strands to cascade down his back. The veins in his neck became prominent and twitched with every moan ripping from his throat. It was something you realized, he wasn’t holding back with his noises, he wanted you to know how well you were pleasuring him, how phenomenal he was feeling.

Still keeping your hands on his cock, you attempted to act on your earlier thoughts. Bending to your knees and maintaining your rhythm, you excitedly leaned into his cock and flicked your tongue out to sample his tip which caught Celegorm off guard. Before he was able to say something about your actions, he was cut off as your warm, wet cavern enveloped his cock and dribbled on all of him.

“Oh fuck, kitten,” his hand shot out to grip a handful of your hair as he shouted, “I didn’t know you were so eager. Best we speed things up. Come.”

Releasing your hair, he moved to grip your shoulders as he laid himself on his back and pulled you to lie atop him, this time, he positioned you to face his cock and your cunt now rested above his face. You could feel his hot breath hovering over your heat, and you knew he was licking his lips impatiently wanting to dive in. “This way, we both get the best of both worlds sweetheart.”

Those were his last words before he planted his face directly in your cunt, licking a bold strip from your clit to your rim. Swirling the bud around his tongue and nipping at it, he attached his lips to your clit to suck the life out of it. Feeling you jerk in his hold; his arms rose to hold your waist. Tantalizing licks from your entrance to your clit, you felt his tongue dancing around your entrance before dipping into thrust. Collecting all your juices on his tongue and drinking them up, you heard him moan as his face was buried in your cunt.

On the other end, you were attempting to focus your attention on his cock, but given his professionalism in the area of pleasure, you found it hard to return. Your grip on his cock was tightening with every lick and with the growing fire in your abdomen, you fought to catch yourself and give your attention to his unattended cock. Straining and desperate for some comfort, his cock stood angrily as it awaited the return of your mouth.

Taking your time to fit him in, you barely got far given his remarkable girth that filled your mouth to the maximum, but where your mouth didn’t fit, your hands covered. Bobbing your head along his girthy cock, you strained your ear to listen to his grunts as you sucked him off. Slobbering on his cock and making a mess, Celegorm felt your drool running down his cock and decided to provide his own assistance. Planting his feet on the ground, without warning, he gave a slow thrust into your mouth to alert you of his change in pace.

“Relax your mouth love, hollow your cheeks for me.” his commanded before he dived back into your cunt and began the motion of his hips.

Starting off with slow thrusts so you could get the hang of it, his thrusts gradually increased and the only sounds that you heard throughout the small spacing were your moans and grunts along with slurping and gurgling. Celegorm’s thrusts were a warning of what was to come later and how relentless he was. There were times he forgot that you had to breathe and continued to thrust making you gag, a sound he enjoyed, so you would have to pull away to catch your breath before returning.

You could feel the fire in your abdomen building, the tower forever rising, threatening to burst from the vicious tongue action on the other end. Toes curled and your brain lagged as a finger entered you while his lips were attached to your clit, when it began thrusting, you lost it. The roughness of his finger was the perfect texture to glide past your gummy walls. Thick and it filled you up nicely, maybe not as nice as his cock would, but it filled you up well. It didn’t take long to feel the nudging of a second finger wiggling its way beside the first and soon, thrusting into your cunt.

“Oh fuck, Tyelko…ngghh.” He was enjoying all the cries you made, especially when his names slipped past your ever-so-sweet lips. He wanted to eat up all the sounds you were making.

Speeding up his ministrations, he curled his fingers to aim for your sweet spot right off the bat. Ripping another shriek from your throat, he knew had found it and pushed your limit to abuse your spot. Holding your body in his vice grip of an arm, he thrust his fingers alongside the flicking of his tongue. A deadly combo from the most skilled and deadliest hunter of them all, Celegorm was going in for the kill. Shaking his head and running his tongue along your entrance, he slipped his tongue in and thrust all three synchronously, never allowing you to feel empty.

His skills were unmatched and unchallenged. Your poor brain couldn't find the time to question his upper hand at the experience he so proudly demonstrated. The synchronized thrusts of his hips along his tongue and fingers were baffling as they provided the right amount of contentment. Your body arched and wiggled hopelessly, but couldn't get a inch of relief from his titanium grip. His embrace spoke volumes just like his deadly tongue and finger punching the wind out your chest. A toss of his head left and head expertly rolled his tongue in places untouched. In and out, up and down, his tongue and fingers rode you like a rogue wave and left you drifting in the currents, deeply being tugged around further and further into regions unknown.

His hips worked tirelessly to achieve stimulation, forgetting at times you required air like any ordinary person. Where is pleasure was concerned, Celegorm made no mistake in achieving the maximum. The way his length would travel down your throat, swelling your mouth with his tremendous girth was a tight fit for him. Your mouth squeezed him as though it were your cunt. A sacred temple he craved to enter and release his ravenous intentions upon. The longer he remained down your throat, the more punishing the situation felt. Celegorm just wanted that extra fiery warmth.

Fighting to escape the on slaughter as the fire reached its peak, you fought tooth and claw to crawl out of Celegorm’s embrace but the silver head male wasn’t having it. With a few more flicks and thrusts, he was soon rewarded with your released spraying all over his face. Greedily diving in to drink all that you had to offer, he slurped your essence as if it were nectar from the Gods. He didn’t care if he sent you into oversensitivity, he wanted to drink everything you had.

“T-Tyelko, too much, p-please.” Whining out to him to ease you up was the only thing to break his concentration.

“Sorry kitten, you just tasted so fucking good, I had to have more,” he spoke humorously as he released his hold around your waist and rolled you off him to lie on your back.

Shifting to lie beside you, he observed your heaving chest and the look of resounding pleasure registered upon your face. His pride was swelling at the knowing greatness he achieved, but he was far from finished, not when your body received only a fraction of the pleasure he had to offer. Furthermore, you had agreed to assist him with his problem, and it was far from solved, more work was required.

Trailing a finger daintily upward your skin, felt the trembling and shivers still racking your sweat-covered body. When he decided that he had waited for enough, he moved to kneel between your legs and propped either around his waist which caught your attention.

“Tyelko, w-what are you doing? I thought we were finished.”

“Finished? My sweet little bunny, this wolf is far from satisfied – I’m famished – besides, you still hadn’t dealt with my problem.” Kissing you teasingly on your lips as he spoke, he dipped his hand to run his cock up and down your cunt, collecting your juices and enjoying your shivering.

“W-What are we going to do now?”

“Now, you’re going to really help me, and I’m going to devour you in return.”

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