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hearts4chriss · 2 months

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𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝.

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐄'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

Brothers bestfriend! Chris + needy! Nate’s lil sis

prompt: Nate ( ur older brother ) wants to go out for a bit with some of his other friends and he doesn’t trust you enough to stay home by urself without mom and dad since they won’t be there either. So he asks one of his best friend Chris to stay over and watch you, Matt and nick know ur crush on Chris so they pretend they can’t come.

Part 01

contains: masturbation ( no actual sex ), use of y/n ( sorry I have to ) dirty fantasies ( pet names, rough! Chris, dirty talk, degrading, forced head etc just beyond FILTHLY imagination ), use of vibrator on reader, caught by Chris, FORESHADOWING, fantasy will be like this

Nate are you serious I’m not 12! I whine when said he was gonna find a baby sitter for me knowing how much it pisses me off

I’m Nate doe’s little sister I’m 18, we’ve Been close to his bestfriends the sturniolo triplets. So obviously him being my brother naturally I got to know them.

Nick

I clicked with him superrr fast, I love his energy and when I found out he was gay that just made it all the better because I’ve always wanted a gay bestfriend, and we always have sleepovers :)

Matt

Matt’s absolutely adorable I love him he always helps me calm down whenever I’m about to or am having a panic attack, I remember one time during a test I forgot everything and almost had one and he slid me the answers. Love that kid

now there’s a reason I saved Chris for last,

Chris

chris and I know each other just as well if not even more then I do his other two brothers, we haven’t done anything unfortunately. I’ve had a crush on him since middle school.

First I just wanted to kiss him and hold his hand.

Then go to his house and do some more.

Then now, as an 18 year old I wanted him to fuck my Brains out.

I’m around him all the time since we all live in LA and always hanging out, I always see him shirtless and fucking hell it turns me on, I always get lucky since nick and matt found of my attraction to his brother they always snap me or text me pictures of him.

What sucks is I cant have him. It would take my life 1000 times over for me to be able to fuck chris sturniolo, and it sucks because my brother nate does not play that shit.

He strictly said "your not allowed to date any of them" obviously referring to matt and Chris.

Which also doesn't help because my wants and desires a hormonal teenage-adult girl only grow more whenever he comes around, chris is always there.

Now today, nate had to run some errands and nick matt and chris used to watch me when I was younger if my parents couldn't

Buttt, nick and matt "could not come due to personal issues" so. Your guess is right, im gonna be alone with chris for hours.

That thought alone made me soak in my p-

“Y/n! are you listening to me kid?” My older brother chuckles leaning against my doorway of my room as im on my bed watching "The Vampire Diaries".

“Huh? oh yeah im listening matt and nick cant come so chris is because im fucking 11.” I roll my eyes hiding my excitement from him watching me.

“Don't think of any weird shit alright? He's just watching you so don't-“

“Ugh is he here yet? You're annoying me already.” I groan shifting in my sheets and taking a sip from my celsius hearin our door open, they have a key.

“Welp thats chris.” Nate says tilting his head for me to get up.

I get up from the sheets wearing some pink sleep shorts and a white t-shirt and he raises an eyebrow.

“Your wearing THAT? around chris?” Nate chuckles and I flip him off.

“Hey! I heard that!.” Chris yells coming up the stairs sounding offended.

He's now at the top of the steps. oh my fuck he looks so good.

Its around 6ish in LA right now and hes wearing a black tank top and grey fresh love sweats, slight stubble and his hair was a bit messy which I always liked and my eyes immediately drifted to his natural bulge in his pants as him and Nate were talking.

“Just make sure she doesn’t get into any trouble.” Nate puts his arm around me giving me a hug and Chris chuckles.

“Don’t worry bro she’s safe with me.” He says before dapping him up as Nate leaves the house. yeah safer if you were balls deep inside

Oh god Chris sh-shit so-d-deep inside me

Yeah? You feel me deep inside you baby?

bro she’s like zoning out today. Nate chuckled and I snap out of it

Whatever no I wasn’t! Just go!

Soon after it was just me and Chris so we made our way down to the living room

“Where are ur other two clones?” I chuckle getting situated on the couch before turning on a movie saltburn

“they have “personal issues”.” He said rolling his eyes causing a small laugh to fall from my lips.

“So it’s just you and me little one.” A smirk curving on his lips, just enough for my panties to be soaked.

Shut up Chris I’m 18.I mutter trying to watch the movie in peace and he chuckles

the movie went on and it was now, the bathtub scene where jacob elordi ( Felix ) is jerking off.

I peer over to Chris whose eyes are clearly fixated on the screen as my squeeze my thighs together under the blanket feeling all my hormonal thoughts leaking through my panties.

This had nothing to do with the movie, it’s the thought for Chris doing that to himself that had turned me on most. The tension so thick a knife couldn’t even cut through.

“Uhm I-i gotta go to the bathroom”. I nearly choke and I fix my shorts placing the blanket down where I was sitting.

“Don’t take to long I’ll miss you.” He chuckles and that didn’t help.

I go to my room and close the door squeezing my eyes shut.

I had maybe 5 minutes to relieve myself.

I quickly reach into my drawer grabbing my vibrating dildo and the remote for it.

I pull down my shorts and panties and spread my legs letting the tip of the toy get coated in my wetness and I bite my lip slightly feeling the thickness of it.

I turned it on letting out a soft moan slowly inserting it, wishing this was Chris’s dick instead.

I began thrusting the toy in and out of my pussy letting the squelching sounds of arousal grow letting it drip down curling my toes throwing my head on the pillows allowing my mind to drift

I was in Chris’s/my room my head smushed in the pillows as his cock rammed inside me whilst I was on my stomach. His hips slamming against my ass and his hand wrapped around my lower stomach as I cried out his name

Fuck fuckk so d-deep- I whimper into the pillows as he was bringing me to my 4th orgasm, we had switched numerous positions and my legs were quivering in front of him as he laid a hard snack to my ass chucking behind me.

such a fucking slut letting me fuck you like this, imagine if ur brother found out his little sister was getting her pussy pounded by his bestfriend. He laid another harsh smack to my ass and I jolted forward.

stretched this pussy out so good- he groans rubbing my clit to chase both our orgasms.

ngh- o-oh shit- fuck- I gripped the sheets tightly curses of Chris’s name flew out my mouth feeling my eyes water from the angle of his hips thrusting allowing his thick cock to hit every single spot inside me

come on sweetheart cum for me, you have another one in you yeah? He grunted lowly in my ear kissing me sloppily as a string of Saliva parts from our lips each time we kiss moaning into each others mouths.

“Oh fuck Chris I-“ I curl my toes and yell loudly as I’m about to release on the toy before I look up and see Chris. Was. Watching me.

“Were you playing with yourself?” Chris leans on the doorway of my room his eyes darting to between ny legs as I was thrusting the toy in and out of me and I quickly covered up my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Uhm…maybe. Sorry I-I’ll be down in a second-“

Maybe I can help. Chris says closing the door to my room approaching my bed

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tojivu · 1 year

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one bed + morning after ⋆ genshin men

an. clearijg up drafts (that i like), expect more soon

cw. genshin men & one bed trope, includes zhongli diluc childe thoma. f!reader implied. sfw.

playing. nothing revealed / everything denied by the 1975

DILUC’s face is almost as red as his hair. he hoped to get this trip over and done with; considering how the friend group had just dragged him on this adventure when he had better things to do. however, he found the silver lining he didn’t expect; you.

he had always found you attractive, sometimes stealing glances at you when you’re talking to his friends or secretly hoping you would ask him to hang out (without your annoying friends tagging along, as they had always done)—so when he finds out he’s stuck with you for the night, he has mixed feelings. he sticks himself to the wall, feeling too awkward to even sit down, and you’re combing your hair in the mirror.

“i’m gonna go to bed soon. you gonna stand there all night, luc?”

god, the way you said his name. “no, i’ll be on the couch.”

“don’t be silly.” you put the comb down and turn off the bathroom lights, then getting on the bed to make yourself comfortable. you pat the empty space next to you to signal that it’s okay, that he could sleep next to you if he wanted. “don’t be scared. it’s not that big of a deal.”

of course it wasn’t, to you.

diluc reluctantly gets on the bed, and he’s as stiff as a wood plank. you turn and look at him, on your side, and he fights his urge to look back at you; he knows he’ll just make a fool of himself. “goodnight, luc.”

you expected diluc to be sleeping, facing the ceiling—as if he didn’t move from the night before. but your eyes flutter open and you see diluc facing you, his face only inches away; sleeping peacefully. the sunlight is seeping in through the curtain gaps, and the air is cold.

diluc wakes and he doesn’t jump in surprise, instead he opens his eyes and stares lazily at you—as if you were a sight he saw every morning; natural, like you were meant to be there with him. his morning voice is rough as he speaks, “good morning, y/n.”

your heart is merciless that morning, diluc swore he could hear your heartbeat pounding.

CHILDE doesn’t realise how troublesome it is to have such a tiny bed to two people. he had always slept alone, in a queen, his sleeping positions almost always bizarre as he had space to spare. your friend group didn’t think to consider whether making him sleep in a small hotel room with only one bed would trouble him— but as soon as he was told that he was sharing a room with you, his face lit up. childe didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, though, but it would be a lie if he said he didn’t want to be stuck with you for a whole 8 hours.

“did you hear?” he leans against the counter at the reception desk, on one arm, looking at you with a smirk on his face. you’re guessing what it could be—what prank he’d be pulling on you this time.

“we’re sharing a room?” you guess, voice monotone and bored; it was 12 in the morning and all you wanted to do was sleep—entertaining childe’s nonsense was not going to be a part of your nightly routine. you expect a big “no!” from him, but he keeps quiet instead.

after a few seconds of awkward silence, he reaches for the keycard in your hand and grabs hold of it. “i guess i’ll unpack first, then.”

there wasn’t any point in fighting the receptionist for your own room, since she told you they were packed for the week and reservations had already been made.

you’re on the far end of the bed while childe is comfortable. the pillows smell like his shampoo. you can’t sleep, and he notices that. childe snickers at how you’re trying so hard not to fall off the bed.

“c’mere.” he offers, “there’s space.”

“there isn’t.”

“trust me, i don’t like this either.” what a liar, he thought to himself.

you reluctantly shift closer to him, yet thankful he offered—you were close to moving anyway. “this is so stupid.”

when you wake, you find yourself facing the wall—childe’s arms are wrapped around your waist, his chest pressing against your back. he’s still asleep, his light snores being the only thing you can hear. you tell yourself this is not what you wished to wake up to, but the blush creeping up on your face says everything.

ZHONGLI finds it completely normal. he cannot take a hint. it was just a business trip, and he didn’t want you (his secretary) to sleep uncomfortably. you had much to do the morning after and a sore back would do you no good—he was just being a responsible boss. just that, nothing else. he doesn’t notice the blush on your cheeks when he tells you to get in bed with him, and when he tells you goodnight when his face is only inches away from yours. it seems like you don’t notice how he gets a little nervous when you move closer—or accidentally brush your hands against his under the sheets, either.

zhongli takes off his slippers, then throwing the towel on his neck onto the chair next to the nightstand. you’re already in bed, laying down like a mummy—afraid to make a bad impression.

“busy day tomorrow.” he says. “goodnight, y/n.”

you muster the courage to say it back, but the heartbeat pulsing in your ears make it hard. “goodnight.”

“why are you laying down like that?” he suddenly says, just moments after you close your eyes. you jolt awake, surprised he would ask.

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable, mr. zhongli–“

“don’t be ridiculous. come.” this is not normal. superiors are not supposed to be in the same bed as their secretaries. you’re not supposed to be in the same bed as your superior. nevertheless, he’s your boss. if he wants you to come closer, who are you to disobey?

you move closer to him, letting out a sigh of relief because theres much more space on his side of the bed. you hope it won’t be awkward at tomorrow morning’s meeting, and you hope no one catches you leaving his hotel room as soon as the sun rises.

your eyes open and the sun is rising. the sky is a pink-orange colour—the air is warm, but not too warm. you turn your gaze to your side and see zhongli, sleeping peacefully, and it hits you that you’ve never seen your boss like this. you’d just assumed that he never slept; such a workaholic he is. with his position, who has time to get shuteye?

you don’t realise he’s awake until he says something. you’ve been staring at him for a few minutes now.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer, miss y/n.”

you’re too tired to feel embarrassed, but the red on your cheeks show it anyway. “good morning, mr zhongli.”

“first time i’ve slept so soundly,” he smiles, “we should do this more often.”

zhongli was always blunt and straightforward, though it never bothered you. in fact, you admired that about him—something about the morning air and your boss waking up next to you stirs something in your chest.

THOMA was the shy classmate you always wanted to befriend. he was often seen reading books in the corner of the classroom, his head down and his eyes scanning pages. you were the popular kid, always being approached by those who are interested in you—but thoma was the only one who could catch your attention. you end up making friends with him, and spontaneously invite him on a trip outside the city. a small hostel was all you two could find, and even then, the prices were… outrageous.

“i could pay for two rooms, if you’re not comfortable.” you offered him, but knowing thoma, he’d probably decline and say—

“no, that’s a lot of money.” he shakes his head, “we came all this way. we still need money to head home.” of course, thoma was too sweet to make you do such a thing for him.

when you enter the room, you’re surprised to see only one bed. you’d just sleep on the floor, you thought—you dragged thoma out here, it would only be polite to do such a thing for him.

“so you wanna face the wall or..”

“what?”

“oh, you’re not sleeping on the floor, are you?” he questions, and you think he must be going crazy. what kind of guy asks a question like that? “we walked a lot today.”

your confidence is nowhere to be found now—with thoma, it’s hard for you to find the right words to say because you’re always so nervous; it’s a curse, especially during times like these. you decide to just suck it up for the night. thoma was a deep sleeper; and you knew this because of the train ride here—he was snoring so loud the whole cabin could hear him, and your pokes and shoves did nothing to wake him. it wouldn’t be much of an issue to sleep next to him, you hope.

it’s surprisingly easy to fall asleep next to thoma, his body warms the bed up and you find yourself inching closer to him as the hours pass—it’s comfortable, regrettably, but you can’t help yourself. it’s 4 in the morning when your head is buried into thoma’s shoulder, warmth encapsulating you; and the air is quiet until he speaks.

“it’s so cold tonight,” he’s complaining, though his tone sounds awfully happy, and you feel him hold your hand under the covers. “this hostel is so shitty.”

“isn’t it?” you’re smiling so hard you swear your cheeks are going to fall off. thank the stars it’s pitch dark in the room.

you wake hours later, thoma’s arm under your neck and holding you close. it’s no longer cold, you realise. you hear snoring in your right ear, and you’re once again thankful he can’t see your expression—a bright red.

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twogyuu · 24 days

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[924]

pairing: vernon x fem!reader

prompt: a grabs ahold of b's hand/arm just as the latter starts to turn away/etc.

genre: fluff, (newly) established relationship

warnings: none

wc: ~1.1k

a/n: this has been sitting in my drafts for a hot minute-

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There's a sharp ache in the side of your neck that wakes you as you felt the weight underneath your head that starts to shift and rock. Wincing and grimacing at the discomfort, you groggily try to sit up, pushing yourself into a sitting position, leveraging his thigh to steady yourself. Your death grip seems to awake your companion - what seemed like just slight adjustments in sleep evolving into a stretch and a satisfying crack of his back.

When your eyes finally adjust to the dimly lit room and you're slowly coming to your senses, you fumble for your phone on his scratched, oak coffee table with one of the legs loose, so it was a little wobbly. The overwashed navy blue fleece resting on your lap falls to the ground in the process, the table teetering ever so slightly as you slide the device off the surface.

12:43AM, reads the screen.

You inhale sharply, tossing your head back.

"What's up?" Vernon asks groggily, his voice husky with sleep. Using the heels of his hands, he adjusts himself to press up against the arm of the loveseat.

You chuckle half-heartedly, "We fell asleep watching TV." You gesture to the screen that had returned to the series list, the same preview playing over and over again in the upper right hand corner.

"Oops," Vernon mumbles lightly. He reaches for his water bottle and takes a quick swig to clear his throat.

"I should go," you tell him, starting to rise from your seat. You didn't think twice about it, to be frank. Yes, you've been dating for a few months now, but staying over was anything short of natural. You bend over the side of the couch, starting to search for your coat and bag you had tossed haphazardly on the floor early. You can hear Vernon rustling on the couch. The friction of his jeans brushing against the patterned surface of the hand-me-down couch from Seungcheol, the springs creaking under his weight.

Though you feel nonchalant, Vernon feels like the moment is sand slipping through his fingers - it's going all too fast and he can't think straight, yet he's grasping for each and every piece like his life depends on it.

Vernon's hand latches onto your wrist, the warmth of his finger tips seeping into your skin, prompting you to pause in your search and look back to him. He's leaned over on his knees, his other free hand propping himself up. His mouth fell agape; the light from the screen danced in the reflection of his dark hazel eyes, innocent, but somewhat serious.

There's a beat that passes before he utters a soft, "Wait."

You don't answer, only giving him your full attention and looking at him expectantly for him to ask his question.

"Do you wanna stay over?" he asks, "It's late."

This takes you by surprise because you have never not left his place during darker hours of the night before. He usually drove you back himself if you hadn't driven over - or if the both of you were too tired, he'd help pay for an Uber back (only because you refused to let him pay in full).

You chuckle nervously, defaulting to what you know best: teasing.

"Aw," you coo, leaning over to be closer to him. You slip your wrist out of his hold to let your fingers intertwine with his loosely. You joke lightheartedly, "Only if you miss me."

He doesn't hesitate to reply: "I do."

Your tongue dries, the snarky rounds of teases lodging in your throat.

The way your mischevious smile falls and your eyes darting away from him while blinking rapidly is all Vernon needs to know you were affected.

That was the thing about Vernon - perhaps if it was anyone else, they might have fallen into a fluster with your question, or at best, banter back. However, it wasn't in Vernon's nature to flirt and joke in such fashion. Times like this reminds you of that this was part of the reason you fell for him in the first place. He catches you off-guard, his straightforward nature somehow managing to make you flustered and skittish. Whether it's intentional or not, he knows the ins and outs of your little default flirting games, getting you to tell him what you really wanted, rather than dancing around it. His intentions were always clear.

"Stay?" Vernon asks again, already pulling you away from your stuff.

"A-are you sure?" you stammer, "We haven't . . . done this before."

"I'm sure," he tells you firmly. Quickly, he adds to reassure you, "There's a first time for everything."

"I don't have my pajamas or anything," you argue weakly.

"You can borrow some of my sweats and t-shirts."

"Oh," you look away bashfully. It wasn't even a scandalous request, yet it still feels so intimate, it makes you shy.

He gives you a moment to collect yourself, before giving your hand a quick squeeze again.

"So?" he asks softly. "If you really feel that weird about it-"

"It's fine," you cut him off quickly. You let out a deep breath, not wanting this moment to slip out of your hands because you were being squeamish.

"You're nervous, aren't you?" he challenges. You don't bother to look at him, but you knew, he was grinning - you could practically hear the way his lips creak up into a wide smile at your fidgeting.

"I-I'm just . . . you know," your voice trails off, finally having enough courage to look up at him.

"I don't know, actually," Vernon pushes on.

He waits patiently for your answer. The moment growing more awkward as the seconds pass by. The antique clock Seungkwan got at the garage sale two blocks away ticking away in the background making it known that you were taking a rather long time to answer what was supposed to be a simple question.

"I'll stay," you finally relent quietly.

"Was it that hard to say?" He brushes his thumbs across your knuckles once before letting go. Indeed, you were equally straightforward when the time was right, but feelings, particularly romantic ones, weren't one of them. Heck, after almost three months of what he'd like to think was mutual pining, it took Wonwoo (voluntarily by his own will for the record - Vernon would never force you to do this) cornering you after work and personally delivering you hostage to Vernon at his apartment (a story for another time).

"Yes," you mumble.

He plants a chaste kiss on your temple. You could feel him smiling into it. "I'll go get you something to wear."

#vernon x reader #vernon fluff #vernon scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios

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y-rhywbeth2 · 5 months

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D&D Vampire Lore Dump #1

Feeding and Diet It's actually more complicated than just "they bite you and eat your blood." Plus what they're able to eat; how often they need to eat; what happens to you if they bite you and what happens to them if they don't feed- spoiler: it's unpleasant. Incidentally, you should reload and kill Cazador again.

(I was comparing stuff across editions and compiling it into something more coherent and then figured I'd info dump about it in case my fixations are useful to somebody out there.)

DISCLAIMER: There are two things to note about the lore presented here: First, while the standard stat block in the monster manual is the default, in terms of lore vampires have this annoying tendency to be incredibly, stupidly varied. They are magical monstrosities ruled by the power of symbolism and superstition above anything else.

The next is that D&D is decades old, spans five editions, several settings and hundreds of writers. One guy establishes a piece of lore, and then the next picks it up goes "nah" and writes something else. I collected info from four different source books, all from different editions, which naturally don't entirely agree on how vampires work. Lore never stays consistent and may contradict itself. You may see information somewhere else from a source I don't have that contradicts what I wrote here. If you read this and like some of this stuff but not other bits, take the good and ditch the rest.

Basically, in D&D, canon is what you decide it is.

Feeding | "Biology" | Hierarchy | Weaknesses and Cures | Psychology

They only need to feed once in a 24 hour period. Vampires can survive between 3-9 months of starvation, but it's a terrible idea. -

There are three different categories of "Undead Hunger." Vampires have two of them and actually need to consume more than one thing to stay "healthy": Blood and life force. -

The blood is obvious. This is categorised as a "diet dependency." It's required to preserve their bodies and powers, and without it their powers* are suppressed as their bodies begin to shut down. *This refers to the powers a vampire gains with age; they cannot lose power they had as a newborn (the base stat blocks given for vampires and spawn given in the monster manual) A vampire requires the equivalent of 12 hit points of blood a day, or it begins to revert into a corpse-like state. Mentally they slowly regress into a desperate, mindless animal frenzy where they'll kill and drain anything containing blood they can get their hands on. Ultimately, if they don't get any blood then they revert into a corpse and they're trapped in their own body as it begins to wither and mummify. They're trapped in a coma, vaguely aware of the passing of time in flashes of awareness until somehow they are fed blood. If they ever wake up again, they will probably wake up feral and absolutely ravenous. -

Vampires rely on the victim's blood pressure to expel blood from the wound they create, lapping and mouthing at the wound rather than actually sucking on it. Being bitten is a highly pleasurable experience that victims can't help but desire, even when they know they shouldn't. -

While the damage done remains, the wounds from a Vampire bite closes itself quickly after the feeding (assuming you're still alive). It does however leave a mark. The bite mark itself is often "less than half an inch in length", and leaves behind a significant bruise that causes no pain or sensitivity to touch. Other side effects include fatigue and a weakened immune system. -

Vampires typically target sleeping victims (less likely to fight back) and favour the blood of their own race above others. So theoretically, Astarion finds elf blood tastes best. -

Drinking animal blood tastes bland and is health-wise akin to drinking tainted water: yes it might keep you alive in desperate times, but it's ultimately bad for you and will probably make you ill. That said, it has no mechanical detriments and a vampire that's forced to live on animal blood will be just as strong as its kin, but considerably bad tempered about it. -

A vampire's secondary feeding requirement is called an "inescapable craving", which means that if a vampire doesn't get that fix then their hunger begins to devour them instead. The pain is described as a spike boring into the vampire's brain, obscuring their awareness. They begin to obsess over feeding to the exclusion of everything else, they become willing to take ridiculous levels of risk to stop the hunger as they become more and more desperate. As they are consumed they become progressively more feral until they're just a rampaging mindless horror driven only by horrific hunger. For vampires, their inescapable craving is life force, which a vampire leeches from their prey through touch leaving the victim weak. Direct skin contact isn't required, if you're wearing full plate and/or the vampire is wearing gloves and they lay a hand on you they can still drain you. Mechanically these were combat abilities, energy/level draining occurred when a vampire struck a target with their own body (usually their hands). Before 5e hit them with a nerf bat, vampires could permanently weaken you this way (you could lose character levels from this). 5e also seems to have rolled life drain into the biting, so a vampire can consume your blood and energy at the same time. -

Post feeding, a vampire starts to look alive. Their skin is flushed and warm and they feel elated and energetic. In contrast, a vampire that hasn't been feeding properly becomes more corpse like and feels "sluggish" (I'm interpreting that as flu-like symptoms). It's purely emotional however, the vampire is no less capable and dangerous and suffers no mechanical penalties. -

Vampires can feed on other vampires, which is actually more filling than living humanoid blood and gives them the ability to communicate telepathically for a few hours. They don't like it though. If a vampire drinks from another vampire then they can be controlled by that vampire and the link forces them to feel affection for each other against their will until it wears off. The results of both vampires in question feeding on each other is described as "debilitating" since they both paradoxically become enslaved to the other's will and forced to "love" each other creating an absolute dysfunctional mess of control, obsession and resentment. The good news is that it only lasts a few hours. -

Some vampires can eat regular food (no nutritional value in it for them) while others would regurgitate it if they tried. As they retain their tongues, vampires can also taste food. That said, it's a bad idea for them to eat garlic, even if they can eat solid food. -

Some kinds of vampires don't drink blood. There's all kinds of weird and wonderful stuff a vampire might be required to consume instead. Spinal fluid stands out. Or the bit about ones who drain the ocular fluid from your eyes. Gale might find interesting things to talk about with the magic eating ones who prey on mages. They're much less common, probably something to do with most people not finding that very sexy. I don't think any of them exist on Toril.

#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #astarion ancunin #astarion #vampire tav #long post #the screaming into the void will continue until the hyperfixation is out of my system

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inthelquvre · 4 months

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finnick odair who wants nothing more than for you to let him play with your hair the night before the quarter quell to calm his nerves.

warnings: fem!reader, small mentions of panic attacks, trauma : (, mentions of snow being a dick, fluff and sadness : (

a/n: thanks for the request! i tried to make this as in character as possible lol. big thanks to everyone for the reblogs and likes!!!! i love you all loads!!!!

finnick odair was the strongest person you knew, you were sure of it.

he held his head high and scolded people that had offensive comments. he was strong physically too, he knew how to handle a weapon, how to defend himself against an enemy. all of those things that made a victor a victor.

unfortunately, finnick hadn’t shown you the other side of him. he had never shown anyone. but now, after the announcement of the quarter quell being played with previous victors? he fell apart like a house of cards victim to a harsh wind.

you were barley holding yourself together too. the victory of your games had only come by the fact that the other tribute from your district, your friend, killed the last opponent before himself. it was a long and painful and treacherous game that you had barley made out of alive, forever cursed with the nightmares of the fallen tributes. forever cursed with the thought of death plaguing your mind. forever cursed with the loss of a friend. and forever cursed with the fact that you, a teenager, were seen as desirable to the citizens of the capitol.

little to your knowledge, finnick was cursed with the same tragedy. countless nights the two of you shared the same experience of curling deep into your bed and letting salt stream flow out your eyes and into your ears.

the first time you were aware of your shared experience was the night after president snow had announced that the quarter quell would be played by previous victors. your name was called, then his— finnicks. the two of you were pulled back behind the stage where you broke down on the cold cement floor. it seemed to come naturally, finnick to you. he fell to his knees beside you, muttering soft words of comfort while rubbing your back gently. you noticed the way his hands were wet with his own tears when he brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

finnick had been your mentor, he would go as far to say he had been your friend, but when you arrived back from your games with bloodshot eyes and bruised knuckles you disappeared. no one, not even your parents, heard from you for weeks. finnick tried his best to make you come out of the shell of your bedroom but everything seemed to remind you of the games— the bloodbath. and yet he still tried, for what? he didn’t know.

12 hours.

that's how long you, and the other tributes had until you were thrown back into the ring.

you couldn’t sleep. the glass windows looking down onto the capitol somehow made you feel claustrophobic. the bedsheets and clothes provided by that capitol that were supposed to make you feel warm burned and blistered your skin, leaving you to strip into shorts and a tank top, goosebumps speckled your skin but you couldn’t feel them. you were sure you were about to pass out, maybe then you wouldn’t have to fight.

until a soft knock sounded on the metal door.

your breath hitched, you tiptoed over and slowly pulled it open.

there, in all his glory, stood a restless finnick odair. he swallowed, and you could see the redness in his eyes, similar to how yours had once been. “hey… i’m sorry, did i wake you?” his voice was soft, much softer than anything you had ever heard from him.

“no, no, not at all…” you replied with the same tone as his. in an unspoken way, you opened the door to invite finnick in.

his bare feet squeaked against the cold floor but you didn’t say anything.

your throat made a weird noise but he didn’t say anything.

you sat on the bed, twisting the sheets between your fingers. it was weird, finnick standing in your room, looking weak. finnick wasn’t weak, was he?

“i’m really sorry—“ he started. his voice trembled and you frowned. he wasn’t weak, he was scared.

the clothes on your skin suddenly didn’t feel like lava, the bedsheets didn’t feel like fire. and you could tell finnick felt the same way. you patted the spot next to you and he sat down wordlessly.

when he was closer you could see the tears sitting on the edge of his waterline. the way his chin moved as if he was about to cry. your heart broke alongside his. “oh, finnick…” you sighed. the urge was to strong, you reached out and gently tugged his wrist towards you. his big body fell against yours with a sigh. “shh…” a hand went to rub his arm, the other finding its way to his golden hair.

the night went on long and finnick soon found himself positioned between your legs with his head on your chest. your hands in his hair. his hands wrapped around your middle.

it didn’t seem as weird as it should have. it felt natural. just like how it was when he comforted you for the first time. his eyes were shut, focused on the soft drum of your heart. it relaxed you too, his soft hair in between your fingers. “i’m sorry.” the boy finally murmured, his eyes still closed.

“oh finnick, don’t be sorry.” you were so soft with him, he didn’t have to be tough. “i needed this too.” a soft smile spread across your face and you couldn’t deny the way blood rushed to your cheeks when he tightened his grip around your middle.

“tomorrow…” he started, very soft. so soft you almost didn’t hear. “tomorrow i’m gonna promise to protect you, got it?” your heart fluttered.

“yeah, i got it. i’ll protect you too.”

finnick smiled. “thanks.”

and the next day he lived up to his promise, even if it meant a lecture from haymitch afterwards.

#finnick odair #hunger games catching fire #thg finnick #mags flanagan #finnick odair imagine #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick imagine #finnick odair fluff

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batmanego · 6 months

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Dear Generic Cough Syrup Manufacturer whose product I consumed at 12 am last night desperately seeking relief,

I’m sure that this message will reach you in vain as the only way I can possibly imagine you committing such a transgression would be intentionally, on purpose, to be cruel, but I have to try anyway.

Are you aware that ‘mint’ and ‘cherry’ are two distinct flavors that do not need to become one within your liquid?

You can just choose one. It’s okay. I don’t need both. I’m not that greedy. In fact, I really barely need a taste at all. I appreciate what you’re trying to do, as I’m sure the natural taste of this medicine is awful, but honestly at this point you’re kind of overcompensating and creating something that might actually be worse than the alternative.

Whatever rogue alchemist you have concocting your brews really needs a talking-to because the experience I had last night was as follows: I could not breathe because there was so much coughing happening. I stumbled out into the kitchen desperate for any kind of intervention from a higher, medicinal power. I found your creation. It was bright red. Perhaps where my first mistake lay was that I did not have an accurate measuring tool by which to dole out your dosage. I had to eyeball it in a shot glass. Generic Cough Syrup Manufacturer, I’ve never drank due to a history of addiction in my family, but consuming your products might drive me to it.

The first thing that I experienced was the sticky and unpleasant medicinal “cherry” flavor. I put cherry in quotes because I don’t think it’s at all accurate to how cherries taste, but it is red. So it has that going for it. This would have been bearable, if it was not for the fact that shortly after my tastebuds became acquainted with cherry (grimacing and shaking hands politely but uncomfortably) that you decided mint had to come along too, like some sort of wayward fraternity reject intent on crashing the party. My tastebuds recoiled. It was nauseating. I felt like I was going to throw up. I dry heaved at least once.

Generic Cough Syrup Manufacturer, you are aware that in order for your product to take effect, it has to stay down, yes? People have to be able to stomach it. It should not make me compulsively go through the “I’m about to be sick” motions. It should not have an aftertaste that haunts my mouth for eight long hours during a fitful sleep (because your product did not even do what I wanted it to do) and reminds me of its presence in the morning.

Why did you do this? Why did you decide that these two flavors have to coalesce? Were you coerced into doing such a thing? Have you simply never eaten food before and don’t know what tastes are? Are you cruel and trying to punish me further? I don’t know. I really don’t. I’m going to have to take two more eyeballed shot glasses of your repulsive, awful, mint-and-cherry’s-bastard-lovechild-bursting-out-of-mama-like-alien concoction tonight. I’m not looking forward to it. You sick bastards.

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misshoneyimhome · 1 month

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Trying to stay quiet is hard while William’s brother is in town staying over his house and William pushing his innocent’s girlfriend’s boundaries/limits 🌶️

Ooooh, yes, darling! How can we not love some dom!Willy putting her ability to stay quiet to the test? 🫢🤍

I know, we've explored this dynamic before, but there's no reason we can't revisit it, right? 💦

Please do see these requests that also spiced up the scene a little; [“You can cry”] [Little experiment] 🌶️

Warnings; smut 18+; brief masturbation, brief dry humping, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, squirting, anal play (finger), penetrative sex (p in v), cum inside;

Word count; 6.5K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

・✶ ｡ﾟ

All good boys go to heaven - But bad boys bring heaven to you pt XII I William Nylander ⚡️💦

The past week had been rather eventful. Your boyfriend, William Nylander, had been away on the road, and you’d both missed each other deeply. Yet upon his return, he’d seemed distant, retreating to the training rink.

Naturally, you were puzzled by his behaviour, as he after being apart for several days, despite it being filled with passionate and intimate calls, chose to prioritise hockey training upon his return. And as a caring partner, you’d decided to seek him out and solve whatever troubled him.

William was undeniably a wonderful boyfriend. You couldn't deny that. He was caring and considerate, yet he also displayed a certain possessiveness and jealousy.

While he often projected an image of calm and confidence in public, always sure of his abilities in the game, his true insecurities lay within your relationship. Thankfully, his jealous thoughts were gradually diminishing as your relationship grew stronger and closer. However, concerns about you choosing to dedicate your life to William’s still lingered in his mind.

Whenever he witnessed you enjoying time with friends and relishing in activities outside of the hockey world, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive about your commitment to him. Yet, every time you reassured him that you wanted to be with him, emphasising that he was the only one for you, regardless of the lifestyle you led.

And as the morning sun gently seeped through the curtains on that ultimo February Monday, you gradually stirred from your sleep, feeling entirely at ease, and relaxed with your boyfriend softly snoring beside you.

The previous week had been quite busy at work. With William away on the road, you had put in extra hours in order to earn yourself a day to work from home and to spend some quality time together in the morning before his training session.

So, for now, you luxuriated in the simple pleasure of waking up slowly with William beside you. Nestled under the duvet, you savoured the moment, basking in the comfort of his presence and the gentle rhythm of his breathing as he slept.

The clock showed 7:12, prompting you to allow him a bit more sleep while you entertained yourself, and with your phone in hand, you started browsing through social media. You usually maintained a discreet online presence to steer clear of any unwanted gossip, but your focus was quickly captured by images from the lads' road trip.

William appeared strikingly handsome in his suits. Whether it was the turquoise or the lilac one, he oozed style effortlessly. And even though you'd already seen the photos when they were first shared, you couldn't resist keeping your gaze fixed on your boyfriend's pictures as you savoured the peaceful morning.

And as you continued to study the photos from the roadie, you found yourself growing increasingly aroused. It felt somewhat peculiar, considering William was right beside you in the flesh, yet you couldn't resist being turned on by the images. Gradually, as you rubbed your thighs together, you noticed a sensation between your legs, your core tingling as your thoughts drifted, imagining what it might have been like to make love in a Vegas hotel room after the team's victory. You pictured William still clad in his suit jacket, shirtless, trousers hanging around his knees as he'd bend you over a couch and ravish you. Something that seemed straight out of a steamy movie scene.

Your hands instinctively began to glide down between your legs, your gaze still fixed on the screen displaying William, as your fingers found your sensitive clit. And with gentle circles, you elicited a soft gasp from your lips, feeling waves of pleasure gently wash over you.

However, completely lost in the moment, you didn't even notice William slowly opening his eyes beside you. "What are you doing?" he huskily murmured, interrupting your train of thought, and causing you to squint in surprise.

"Oh... Fuck, Willy," you breathed out in a hushed tone, turning your head to meet his sleepy gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't realise you were awake..."

William simply chuckled sheepishly. "So, you thought you'd touch yourself like this, early in the morning, while I was sleeping next to you?" he propped himself up on his elbow, flashing a wide grin.

Meeting his gaze with a playful eye roll and a smirk of your own, you shifted onto your side to face him, propping your head up just like he did. "Oh, my apologies, I wasn't aware there was a specific time frame for touching oneself," you teased, infusing your tone with playful mockery.

"Baby, you know you're always welcome to masturbate," William chuckled, edging a bit closer to you, and resting his hand on your hip. "But I just thought you might want some assistance..."

His gravelly morning voice never failed to send shivers down your spine, so naturally, you leaned in closer, meeting him in a tender morning kiss. "Oh Willy, I'd always prefer your assistance..." you murmured seductively before pressing your lips to his, sharing a deeper kiss where your tongues gently intertwined before pulling away momentarily.

With a soft chuckle, William traced his thumb lightly across your lower lip, his cerulean eyes studying your beautiful, makeup-free face. "So, was it the penalty box again?" he teased, referring to the steamy encounter you both shared at the hockey rink last night.

Playfully rolling your eyes once more, you shook your head gently. "No..." you whispered seductively before retrieving your phone once more and showing him what had caught your attention so early on a Monday morning. "It was just photos of you... in your suits..." you confessed softly; your gaze locked on his as he looked at the screen.

Turning towards you, he let out a soft chuckle. "This got you all turned on? Well, babe, looks like you have a thing for that suit..."

"Hmm... well yeah, but I do love you more…" you smirked, setting your phone on the nightstand as you leaned into William once again. "Naked..." you whispered seductively, sliding under the duvet, and sensually straddling him as he rolled onto his back, allowing you to position yourself smoothly atop him.

Your chest pressed against his, your arms framing his face while his hands settled on your hips, your bodies intimately aligned. Leaning down, you shared another passionate kiss, disregarding any traces of morning breath, simply revelling in the escalating heat between you. And speaking of heat, as you gently rocked your hips against his groin, you couldn't help but notice his member evident beneath his boxers.

William's hands then slowly moved to your buttocks, giving them a gentle squeeze before enveloping your figure in his arms, swiftly flipping you onto your back. "You're so fucking sexy in the morning," he murmured against your lips, momentarily breaking the kiss to trail his lips along your jawline, while your fingers tangled in his blonde hair.

It was a fervent and intense moment shared between you; both fully awake as the craving for pleasure consumed you. Despite knowing that time was limited with William's impending training session and your own work obligations, neither of you cared. However, amidst the passionate intimacy, William's phone suddenly buzzed.

Initially, you both ignored it, fully immersed in kissing and grinding against each other. However, as the buzzing persisted, William let out a sigh and moved to check the caller ID.

"Shit, it's Alex," he whispered before answering the call, switching to Swedish, and moved away from you, sitting up against the headboard to talk to his brother.

You couldn't make much out the conversation, and as it continued, you felt a little mischievous urge and decided to straddle your boyfriend once more. Leaning back, William simply chuckled as he conversed with his brother, while your lips found his bearded neck, leaving soft kisses before gently sucking and nipping at his skin.

And as the intensity of your actions increased, William had to really concentrate on the conversation with his brother while you continued to grind your hips, feeling his member slowly growing beneath you. And though he cursed under his breath, he couldn't resist letting you continue.

Then finally, as he bid his brother farewell and ended the call, you released his skin, cupped his face, and flashed him a cheeky smile.

"You're being naughty, baby," he chuckled lightly, feeling his semi-erect cock eager for attention.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist," you simply offered an innocent smirk, batting your eyelashes.

Pulling your hips closer to his, William released a deep growl. "Mmm... enjoying teasing me like that, are you?" he asked rhetorically, his voice dripping with seduction. With your fingers playing with the tousled locks of his hair, you simply bit your lower lip and nodded. "Hmm, I love it when you get kinky..." William breathed out before forcefully pressing his lips against yours.

"Mmm... me too, Willy," you murmured into the kiss, surrendering once more to his touch. Though it was passionate and filled with lust, it still retained a romantic essence, brimming with desire. And when breaking apart once more, William wore a wide grin.

"I'm going to make you feel so good tonight, baby, fuck you so hard for teasing me like that... you'll be feeling it for days..."

Your cunt skipped a beat at his words, his seductive, husky voice echoing in your ears as you bit your lower lip again. "Mmm, can't wait," you moaned softly, stealing another deep kiss before William pulled away, both of you catching your breath.

"Good," he simply said, glancing over at his phone, which indicated he was running very late for today's training. "Oh fuck..." he cursed before gently pushing you off him and heading straight to pick out something to wear.

You couldn't help but chuckle as you watched your boyfriend hurry around in a flurry of distress, his hard on still evident as he pulled on his sweats. "You might want to clear your mind on the way there," you teased as you sat on the bed, a cheeky smirk playing on your lips.

But William simply chuckled at your amusement as he approached, pulling his hoodie over his head before planting a kiss on your lips. "Oh, by the way, my brother's coming to town tonight," he announced with a huge smirk, causing your eyes to widen in surprise.

"What?" you asked, taken aback by his sudden revelation. "But you just said..." you attempted to remind him of his earlier words, vividly describing the plans he had in store for you tonight.

But again, William merely laughed darkly as he slipped on his shoes. "Well, I guess you'll just have to find a way to be quiet then..."

It was a mischievous plan, and he knew it. Still, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he observed your expression.

"You're joking, right?" you questioned with a slight smile, raising an eyebrow as you searched for any hint of mischief in his expression.

But William simply chuckled a "Nope,” slinging his bag over his shoulder as he prepared to leave. "See you later tonight, babe," he finally said, walking out the door and leaving you bewildered, alone on the bed, completely frozen.

"That motherfu..." you muttered to yourself before being greeted by two very enthusiastic dogs, eager for their morning walk.

Maintaining focus on work throughout the day proved to be nearly impossible. Not only was concentration elusive, but William's morning teasing lingered in your thoughts.

"What is he up to?" you pondered. Surely, he wouldn't want to have heated, dominant sex while his brother was visiting. Right? Yet, knowing William as well as you did by now, you wouldn't put it past him.

Considering where and how the two of you might sneak in some sexual time, it almost wouldn’t be out of the ordinary – and you couldn't help but chuckle at the memories; Last night's rendezvous at the rink, the restroom escapade with friends outside before he hit the road, not to mention the locker room incident—Auston's expression still brought a smile to your face. And then there was the memorable introduction to the family in Sweden, where your not-so-subtle moans echoed through the house. So, having sex with Alex around might not be the most outlandish move for you both.

However, you had only met Alex in person a few times, along with occasional family video calls. With both brothers playing in the NHL, their schedules often overlapped, limiting opportunities for extended interaction.

Your first encounter with Alex was during Christmas. After meeting the entire Nylander family during the Global Series in Sweden, the core family had invited themselves to Toronto for the holiday season. And naturally, during the days when you weren't with your own family, you joined the festivities, with Alex flying in from Pittsburgh.

It was a heart-warming experience as the Swedish family embraced you as one of their own. Camilla had even presented you with a small gift, despite your protests. As your boyfriend's mother put it, "You're family. Of course, you deserve a present."

Alex was a sweet young man who had welcomed you into the family almost as warmly as the others. However, while William's sisters were more like to tease him about being lovesick, Alex approached the situation with a more serious demeanour.

Initially, you couldn't quite discern why he seemed guarded around you. But as the day progressed and he gradually relaxed, he confided that he was just very protective of William. The two brothers had always shared a close bond, and as they grew into adulthood, they also shared their thoughts and feelings about relationships. And given William's troubled history with relationships, mostly limited to casual sexual encounters, Alex wanted to ensure that you had genuine intentions toward his brother.

You found his concern both sweet and thoughtful. And as you candidly expressed your feelings for William, Alex listened attentively and soon became convinced of your sincerity.

All in all, the Nylanders were a close-knit family, and despite your initial apprehension about being fully accepted into the group, they were nothing but caring and welcoming toward you. And after their last visit during the contract negotiations, you felt confident that you were truly becoming a part of the family.

However, tonight, it would only be Alex visiting. With NHL trades happening left and right, you had been trying to limit your time on social media, but as soon as Alex was mentioned, you couldn't help but be intrigued to find out more. A few days ago, he had been traded to Columbus, and to mark the occasion, he and William had decided to meet up for one evening.

Naturally, you suggested a boys' night in, where you could spend time with some girlfriends or colleagues. However, both William and Alex insisted on you staying. And while you were pleased by their suggestion, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was a hidden motive behind it. Which turned out to be William wanting you to cook one of his favourite meals: lasagne. Apparently, you were exceptionally skilled at making it, though you weren't quite sure why, but your boyfriend absolutely loved it.

So, after a day of work and a meeting, you closed your laptop, leashed up the dogs, and headed out for grocery shopping before immersing yourself in the kitchen. Meanwhile, across the city, William was finishing up his training for the day before heading to pick up Alex. Normally, the brothers would enjoy a one-on-one hockey session, but with Alex's limited time in the city, they opted for a simple dinner instead.

"Wow, if this isn't wifey material, I don't know what is!" Alex exclaimed with a hearty chuckle as he stepped into the inviting space of your kitchen.

"Well, it's great to see you too, Alex," you greeted the younger brother, pulling him into a warm hug.

"It smells amazing!" he grinned, before wandering into the living room to greet the doodles, while you exchanged a kiss with your boyfriend.

"It really does, älskling," William chuckled lightly as he pulled away from the kiss, flashing you a sweet smile.

"Oh, come on, you two, I'm still here," Alex teased playfully from the other side of the kitchen island, earning chuckles from both you and William.

"Does that have to change anything?" William mocked with a grin, gently pulling away from you as you moved to set the dinner table.

"I guess not. From what I've heard, y/n here doesn't mind having an audience," Alex added with a cheeky wink, causing you to widen your eyes and feel a blush rise to your cheeks.

"Are we still on that?" you playfully whined with an eye roll, fully aware that neither of the siblings would ever let it go.

"Yeah, and we probably always will be," Alex replied with a smile as you placed the glasses on the table.

"Don't mind him, babe, he's just jealous that I have someone like you," William chuckled as you all finished setting the table and you prepared to bring in the lasagne, gesturing for the boys to take their seats.

"Maybe, although I might not be as ready as you are to be a groomie," Alex added with a chuckle, earning a slightly curious look from you.

"A what?"

"You know, a groomie? You two live together, like roomies, but you're like real wifey material, making Willy here your groomie..." Alex explained with a chuckle, seeming a bit too pleased with his wordplay.

You let out a light laugh, not entirely sure how William felt about the husband-and-wife joke so early in your relationship. But as usual, he simply brushed it off with a joke.

"Believe me, we don't just live together as roomies," he flashed his younger brother a cheeky grin and a wink before digging into the meal, and both you and Alex joined in the laughter.

During dinner, conversations flowed effortlessly as you caught up with Alex about everything, from the highs to the lows. He was thrilled about his opportunity to play for the Blue Jackets and was determined to prove his worth. Despite being a talented player, he had faced his fair share of struggles throughout his career, as having William as his older brother was both a blessing and a curse.

Both brothers had worked tirelessly to climb the ranks in the NHL. Despite their natural talent and their father's own NHL background, success didn't always come easy. As they reached the pinnacle of their careers and played for prominent teams, comparisons were inevitable. However, what truly bonded them was their unwavering support for each other. While they might be competitive in their free time, when it came to their professional endeavours, they supported each other through thick and thin - at least when they weren’t playing against each other.

And before long, you found yourself cleaning up the kitchen after the lasagne feast, while the boys shouted at the TV, engrossed in a few rounds of NHL PlayStation.

You couldn't help but shake your head, finding their behaviour amusing. It was easy to imagine that they had been like this their entire lives—growing up together, constantly competing in everything. You even had to intervene at times when the competition became too intense, but nevertheless, it was a delightful sight to behold.

"Alrighty, boys," you cheerfully announced, trying not to disrupt their game too much. "I'll be heading off to bed."

"Sure," William simply muttered, his eyes glued to the TV screen.

"Sleep tight," Alex added, equally focused on the game.

And as you slowly made your way towards the bedroom, a mischievous chuckle escaped you. Perhaps you were feeling a bit playful.

"Oh, I hope I won't be too cold lying in bed all by myself... completely naked," you announced loudly with a teasing grin, testing if William had heard you before.

And the comment seemed to catch his attention. Pausing the game momentarily, he let out a deep sigh, knowing you were simply teasing him. And Alex couldn't contain a chuckle as he turned to his older brother and spoke in Swedish once again.

"Seriously... marry her."

Though the boys both laughed and resumed their game, William couldn't shake the feeling stirred up by the mention of marriage. He knew your relationship was still relatively new, yet it felt like you had been together for ages. Perhaps it was because you had been close friends before dating, always sharing a deep connection through heartfelt banter.

Regardless, he knew that one day, when you both felt ready, he would take the next step. But for now, he cherished the fact that you lived with him, shared his everyday life, and served as his anchor, regardless of titles.

And while enjoying the comfort of your bed, you found yourself immersed in your thoughts, leisurely scrolling through your phone as your favourite TV show provided background noise. Despite not feeling particularly tired, you chose to retire to the bedroom, mindful of not interrupting the special brotherly bonding time taking place in the living room.

Bathed in the soft glow emanating from the bedroom lights, a contented smile graced your face at the distinct medley of sounds echoing from afar: the lively banter, occasional Swedish curse words, and the genuine laughter shared between William and Alex. The familiarity of their camaraderie brought a warmth to the room, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort and tranquillity.

Then after what seemed like an hour, perhaps a bit longer, the tranquillity was gently interrupted as William quietly entered the bedroom, his presence a welcomed surprise.

"Thought you were asleep," he murmured softly, shedding his clothes down to his boxers before slipping under the covers and leaned into you with a tender kiss.

With a subtle click, you turned off the TV, redirecting your attention to the man beside you. "Hmm... couldn't fall asleep without my human heating blanket," you quipped playfully, a light chuckle escaping your lips as you met his gaze.

"Wait, hold on," William smirked as he took a grip of the duvet and peered underneath, letting out a deep sigh. "You're not naked," he stated firmly, his expression mockingly serious as a darkness slowly crept into his eyes and a smirk formed on his lips. "We better change that."

A soft giggle escaped you as William slowly began to undress you, his large palms exploring your body as he discarded your few pieces of clothing—a t-shirt and a pair of knickers. Though you tried to object, reminding him that Alex was just down the hall, it was futile. William's strength prevailed, and deep down, you knew you didn't truly want to resist. He captured your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, swiftly taking control and positioning himself on top of you, and you surrendered to his touch without hesitation.

"Mmm..." William hummed as he trailed kisses behind your ear, your fingers tangling in his untamed hair. "Ready for a little experiment, baby? Wanna see how many times I can make you cum and squirt tonight. Soak my sheets like the good little girl you are."

His words alone caused your core to twitch, eliciting a gasp as you sank deeper into his touch. "Willy... we can't..." you whispered in protest, though you knew your own words lacked conviction.

His mouth was intoxicating, casting a spell that captivated you instantly. And as he peppered your neck with nips and bites, sending sparks coursing through your veins, you realised you were his to command. The way he teased each of your nipples sent waves of pleasure rippling through your body, your eyes fluttering closed as you watched him use his mouth and hands to drive you wild.

And as William continued his sensual assault on your senses, you couldn't help but succumb to the intoxicating mixture of desire and anticipation coursing through your veins. Each touch, each kiss, sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating throughout your body, igniting a fiery passion that burned within you.

Then after breaking the connection between his lips and your skin, William glanced up at you with a mischievous grin playing on his lips. "Think you can be a good girl and stay quiet?" he inquired, his tone taking on a darker edge.

Meeting his gaze, you let out a deep sigh, biting your lip as you nodded, shifting your hands to grip onto the pillow beneath your head.

But you were well aware that William's experiment was merely a prelude to a game he enjoyed playing. You knew that as soon as you agreed to his request, he would undoubtedly seek to test your limits and challenge your ability to remain silent. So, with a dark chuckle, he simply remarked, "We'll see about that..."

He smoothly manoeuvred his lips downward, maintaining a constant connection with your skin as he positioned himself between your legs. His arms hooked underneath your thighs, securing your lower body in place and making any movement impossible.

With deliberate teasing, he placed butterfly kisses on the sensitive skin surrounding your core, purposefully avoiding the area where you craved his touch the most. And despite your whispered pleas, he continued his tantalising assault, knowing full well that you would struggle to remain silent.

Your breaths grew increasingly erratic with each kiss, anticipation building as he finally allowed himself to delve into his late-night meal. His tongue traced a path along your already moistened folds, eliciting a soft curse from your lips in a whispered breath, prompting him to look up with a smirk.

"Thought you'd be quiet..." he chuckled darkly before returning his attention to your core.

You clenched your fingers into the pillowcase as William skilfully indulged in your flesh, alternating between licking and sucking on your clit, occasionally teasing your entrance to ensure no part went unattended. It was a challenge to keep your promise of silence, and he knew it. Your squirming movements and muffled cries only fuelling his determination to bring you pleasure.

And as the intensity of his ministrations intensified, arousal surged within you, your orgasm building with each lick. With his tongue delving deeper, your hips instinctively sought more contact, but he restrained you.

"Ple... please..." you unintentionally pleaded as you felt the climax nearing its peak. And with expert precision, William shifted his attention, sucking on your sensitive bud, eliciting another cry from your lips as the pleasure reached its crescendo.

Yet, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through you, you remained patient, knowing well the game William played in this mood, waiting for his signal to surrender to the blissful release.

"You're being such a good girl…" he hummed against your core, feeling it was only fair to grant you what you desired most. Digging in a little deeper, his beard rubbing roughly against your skin, he decided to push you over the edge. "Come for me…"

And with those words, you surrendered to the climax, arching your back under William's firm grip as you buried your head into the pillow. Your moan was almost silent as you focused on gasping and breathing, suppressing any vocalisation to the best of your ability.

It was no easy feat, but the euphoria of the high was indescribable. And as William helped you come down from the peak with gentle kisses, your eyes met once more. You had to blink a few times to regain your focus, but as you caught sight of his smirk between your legs, you knew you had done well, and he would reward you.

Yet William's game had more levels, and you had only passed the first one.

Moving to hover over your body once more, he reconnected your lips, allowing you to taste your own essence before pulling back again. His charming blue eyes had darkened, his smirk exuding confidence as he looked down at you beneath him.

Then, in his husky, deep growl, he laid down the next rule. "You can cry, but you’re not allowed to make a sound - understood?"

Nodding your head once more, you gave him the consent along with the power to proceed.

With thoughts brewing in his mind about how to explore your amazing body further, a body he knew every curve and corner of by now, and which buttons to push, William reached over to the nightstand, retrieving the new pair of handcuffs he had recently purchased, since he broke the last pair. And naturally, he tied your hands in place above your head as you anticipated. It was almost routine for you by now, yet the restrictions of making any sound added thrill to the play.

Tossing the duvet aside, William felt happy with how you were displayed on the bed for him. Your round breasts proudly on display with your hardened nipples, while your cunt dripped from the first orgasm. However, he wasn’t entirely satisfied. He needed to test your limits, to make you scream in a way he knew you shouldn't.

And one way William knew to elicit uncontrollable moans from you was with his fingers. Tracing them up your slick folds, he explored your wetness with his two thick digits, feeling your thighs clench whenever he briefly brushed over your clit, teasingly light. Then, playing with your entrance, he eased a finger inside, relishing the warmth of your core enveloping it before slipping in another. And as he stretched you, he felt your walls clench and pulsate with every pump.

William was nothing short of skilled with his fingers. Alone, they could bring you to climax, especially as he knew how to curl them just right. And curl them he did, finding your special spot inside and increasing his pace as he watched your body respond, twitching in pleasure.

"Oh…" a moan escaped your lips, and as it did, William only quickened his movements.

You had to bite down on your lip as he vigorously fingered your core, driving you closer and closer to the edge. And soon, you found yourself gasping for air and tugging at the cuffs above your head, as your voice was caught in your throat.

"Will…" you cried out in a soft whisper, and he knew you were nearing the peak, your slick walls providing undeniable evidence.

It was almost too overwhelming for you as his hand pumped faster and faster, driving you inexorably toward another climax. And before long, you found yourself rolling your eyes once more as he propelled you over the edge, your toes curling and a wave of ecstasy coursing through your body. But this time, it felt different, almost as if you were about to lose control and pee yourself; your lower stomach swirling as your cunt clenched, releasing a rush of fluid.

And for William, making you squirt was nothing but a triumph. His hand was drenched in your essence as he watched you gasp for air, your body arching in a graceful curve, lost in a blissful haze.

You were so incredibly hot. And while he had secretly hoped to coax a louder moan from you, he couldn't help but feel amused with your continued silence.

But that only spurred him on further. As he admired the sizeable wet patch beneath you, he gently retreated how fingers, before he stepped back from the bed and lowered his boxers, revealing his throbbing cock, eager for attention and pleasure.

William wasn't finished yet. He had only brought you to climax twice so far, and he knew that once he entered you, he wouldn't last long.

So instead, he swiftly spun you around and positioned you on your stomach before straddling your thighs. "Hmm... you're being so good, baby... let's see how much you can take."

Your lungs begged for more air as William playfully spread your cheeks apart, allowing a long string of saliva to drip down between them. The gasp that escaped you stole your breath once more, and you tried your best to relax as his thumb gently rubbed over your anus, but as he applied slight pressure, a small whimper escaped you.

"Willy..." you whispered.

"Are you giving up, baby?" he inquired with a soft chuckle, but you shook your head.

"Mmm... no... It's good," you softly replied, turning your head slightly so he could see your small smile. And with your encouragement, William continued to push his thumb inside, as you focused on controlling your breathing.

It didn't hurt, but it felt unlike anything else. Despite having experienced more than just his thumb before, it still took some time to acclimate to the sensation. Yet, you felt a pleasurable sensation as he moved his finger in and out, careful not to cause you any pain.

"Can you handle more?" he inquired with a rough, curious tone. And with another deep breath, you replied softly, "Yes."

William fought the urge to plunge his cock into your tight hole immediately, recalling the intense pleasure it had brought him during your last anal encounter. Instead, he positioned himself at your entrance while maintaining his fingers inside you.

Then as he slowly eased his length inside, you were on the verge of letting out a loud moan, yet you managed to suppress it. The pleasure was overwhelming, but what truly tortured you was William's deliberate pace. The way he slowly glided his shaft in and out of your wet cunt left you yearning for more. However, you also knew that giving in to hard, fast thrusts would result in both of you losing control too soon.

"Please…" you cried into the sheets beneath you, your tears adding to the already soaked fabric.

"Please what?" William's voice was rough with desire.

"Please, more…" you whimpered, your plea driving him to give you exactly what you desired.

And with a satisfied grin, William carefully removed his thumb from your tight entrance and pulled his cock back slightly, before shifting position, where he lifted your ass up into the air and caressed it gently before thrusting his length back inside your wet core.

It felt almost too easy. Your cunt was a welcoming pool for William to dive into, and it was all because of him. And as he settled into a fast-paced rhythm, he slammed his hips against your ass, hitting your deepest depths with each thrust, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Oh. Shit.” You muttered under your breath, still trying not to make any loud noises while William was vigorously pounding into you, however, as he kept up the rough pace, you couldn’t restrain yourself. The was his cock overstimulated every inch your walls, hitting deepest, sensitive spot had another intense orgasm forming, and your mind completely turning into something blurry. You were nothing but a crying mess, submitted to your master as he used your body.

William’s grip on your hips was firm, his fingers digging into your skin as he thrust into you with increasing urgency. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath, his motions becoming rapid and rough as he drove you both closer to the climax. And determined to push you both over the edge, William made his final move, retracting his hand from your hip before delivering a firm spank to your ass cheek.

The sharp sting elicited a loud moan from you, signalling the end of the game. And with the barrier broken, there was no holding back. "Oh fuck, Willy!" you exclaimed, your voice echoing with a string of loud curse words as your bodies collided with each thrust.

Encouraged by your response, William huskily urged you on. "That’s it, babe, scream my fucking name," he growled, punctuating his words with another hard spank as he continued to thrust into you.

And then the final orgasm finally washed over you, causing you to throw your head back and release a loud cry of pleasure. It was as if all the tension and restraint you had been holding back was finally unleashed, leaving you breathless and seeing stars.

The intensity of the experience left you in a euphoric state, your muscles tightening around William’s cock as he, too, succumbed to the blissful high of release.

Growling under his breath, William released his fluids into your depths, continuing to thrust as he rode out both of your climaxes and emptied himself completely. Sweat coated his toned figure, and as he finally ceased his movements, he paused to catch his breath.

“Shit…” he muttered, the intensity of the experience lingering in the air, the room thick with sexual smells and the lingering effects of endorphins.

You could barely muster the energy to open your eyes as William remained inside you, your walls pulsating as they tried to calm from the overstimulation. And when he eventually slowly withdrew his sensitive length, you collapsed onto the mattress, your body feeling completely spent and surrendered.

“Ew…” you whined with a chuckle.

“What?” William asked, sitting back on his heels as he watched you roll over onto your back, revealing the sizeable wet patch on the sheets and the rubbed-off makeup on your pillowcase, clear evidence of your passionate encounter.

“I think we need to change the sheets…” you said with a laugh, meeting William’s gaze in a post-coital haze.

With a nod and a chuckle of his own, William agreed. “Guess mission accomplished,” he said lightly, before leaning over your body to undo the handcuffs, freeing your arms once again.

It was a blissful moment of passionate sex, filled with raw desire for each other, as you both regained the strength to clean yourselves up and attend to the mess you’d created before settling in for the night. Both of you couldn’t suppress your satisfied laughter, but then suddenly, you halted.

“Oh, shit,” you exclaimed as you remembered something. “The spare sheets are in the guest room… where Alex is,” you explained to William, knowing he likely hadn't realised.

But, ever so charming, William simply chuckled. “I’ll go and get them,” he said, before slipping on his boxers and leaving you alone.

And after just a few more seconds, you heard Alex’s voice echo. “Can the two of you seriously never keep your hands off each other? I was right in here!”

His words caused your cheeks to flush a little, yet a satisfied smirk remained on your lips. And as William returned with the fresh, clean sheets, your expression showed a hint of concern for his younger brother. But quickly, William eased your concerns. “Don’t worry… he had his headphones in.”

As you and William exchanged a knowing glance, a sense of shared amusement danced between you. It was a typical scenario in your household, one where passion often spilled over, sometimes to the inconvenience of others.

And with the sheets changed and the evidence of your earlier activities tucked away, you both settled back into bed, the weight of the day's excitement finally catching up to you. Entwined in each other's arms, you basked in the comforting warmth of your shared love.

#my asks #18+#Inexperienced!reader x Willy #william nylander imagine #nhl smut #wn88 imagine #william nylander smut #nhl hockey imagine #toronto maple leafs imagine #SlutsforPresidentNylander

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lolita-lollipop · 1 year

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Could I request a fantasy Au! with barbarian bakugou & dragon kirishima with a village girl darling. After one of their village friends dares them to go into the cave where they live, and so happens to wake dragon kirishima & trying to flee away from him but ends up getting injured.

YANDERE BARBARIAN BAKUGO X READER X DRGAON KIRISHIMA

HAPPY UPDATE DAY MY LOVELY LITTLE READERS!

“Cmon y/n… it’ll be fun I promise. Just in and out, and if you can do it we’ll all do your chores for the rest of the month” the older blonde haired boy pleaded, feigning friendship with you. Kaminari and his goons were quite known around the village as the rich assholes who knew they could do anything they wanted. You just happened to be the only one younger than them in this stupid village, so naturally you were a target.

They had been… teasing you recently. About your unease of the cave only a few miles out from town. You lived in a heavily forested area, with trees stretching for miles, and there were many… rumors. Or myths. Or even fairy tails if that’s what you wanted to call it. Of fairy’s who pranced about during the night feeding on lost souls, of half human half horse being who would stomp you into oblivion, of mermaids who lure you into the waters and never let you leave. Those stories you could handle. But there was always one… the tale of the two dragons, it was quite common in your town that the parents would tell the story to their young children in order to keep them from going into the woods alone.

It said that two dragons live in that cave, searching for lost children, and when they find those children, they eat them.

Yes, not the most complex story, however there was just something about that cave, all the older kids regularly visited it, vandalizing tne stone caverns. It was technically against the kings rule to do such a thing, but nobody was brave enough to go there and check. You never did, not once did you go when kaminari invited you, he had such a knack for finding ways to make you uncomfortable.

When you kept denying his invitations, he finally caught on. You. We’re. Scared. And boy did it get a rise out of him, it was like he had never heard anything funnier.

“Y-you’re scared of a cave because of that stupid horror story your parents told you when you were little? Jesus give me a break” he would say between cackles. Then, he would go silent, and then things got real bad.

All of a sudden it was like Every waking hour of his was like it was his goal in life to get you into that cave, he would knock on your door at 5 am to ask you, then pester you all day, only to wake you up at 12 at night to ask you again. And kept you awake until you gave him a maybe.it made you want to gouge your eyes out at how well he was getting under your skin, you weren’t sleeping so you didn’t have the energy to go do all the tasks you had in the farm, meaning you didn’t get paid as much as usual, meaning you couldn’t eat everyday.

It had been weeks since he started this, and now it was beginning to break you down, you were stuck thin and tired all the time. Meanwhile he stayed plump and healthy, having nothing better to do than to bully a poor girl must be a luxury of being rich. And so, reluctantly, after weeks of pure torture. You said yes.

“Fine. I’ll go into your stupid cave, but only for a minute. I’m not staying a while.” You mumbled out, tears starting to form at the edges of your eyes. You didn’t want to say yes, but you were just so tired.

“Okay! Let’s go.” He spoke chirpily. Skipping off into the woods with your Raggy sleeve in his hand. As you got closer and closer it was like all of the trees were waning away from you, screaming at you to get out and run far away, to never come back.

“N-now? But I have to work-“ you sputtered out, struggling to keep in line with the tall boy, your forehead was glistening in the sun with sweat now, your eyes were wide, your hands wee clammy, it was just oh so obvious that you were uneased.

“Work can wait, it’s not like you’re accomplishing anything anyway. Only for a minute. We’re almost there!” He continued cheering happily, you hated him, you hated him for exploiting you like this, you hated that he was forcing you into a place you would rather die than go into. You hated this.

But you could do very little to fight back against the older boy, now that you said yes you highly doubted he would let you turn back on your decision. So you kept your mouth shut, and tried to press the bile stuck in your throat down, along with your anxiety. It didn’t take very long to arrive at the cavern, it was just an obsidian blue opening in one of the taller hills of the forest, sorrounded by trees. There were little glistening crystals jabbing out front he opening. You knew they hadn’t been mined because everybody was far too fearful to go near the place. It was a warning in itself.

Denki shoved you forward with a harsh push to your back, you winced and looked back at him, trying to plead with your eyes that you were scared, that you didn’t want to do this. To no avail of course, as he just sent one of those condescending smiles of his, and gave you another shove.

“It’ll be so quick, I’ll count sixty seconds and then call for you. Just in and out y/n. Don’t you dare come out early” he hissed at you, and shoved you for the third time today. And so you went tumbling into the cave without anything, no flashlight, thin clothing( which did nothing against the cool breeze wafting around the cave), no weapon. No food. If you weren’t scared up there staring into the cave, staring into the belly of the beast, you definitely were now.

You counted the seconds, and wandered further, searching for a wall to press yourself against in order to feel safe. But found nothing, by the time you’d come to a slow you’d only reached thirty seconds, and also realized you had gotton lost in the dark. It was pitch black here, you couldn’t even see your hands in front of you, let alone the sorroundings, before it was too late you stopped paying attention to which direction your steps were in, and now you didn’t know where you were.

Now you were panicking, you couldn’t feel anything, or see anything around you, and you sure as hell didn’t know wether you were going further in or out of the cave. Your heart started racing, and now those tears that had threatened to spill earlier were beginning to slip out of those e/c eyes of yours onto your face. Panic seeped into your system, and you realized.

Denki would just leave you here if you didn’t come out when he yelled for you. He wouldn’t care if you were ok, he wouldn’t give a damn. He would leave you here alone in the dark.

All of a sudden you felt something behind you, perhaps you’d walked far enough to find some kind of wall to quite you out of here, or at least to provide you some comfort. But also, this felt wrong, like it wasn’t something that belonged to the cave…

60.

And like that, you felt a shove in your back that pushed you forward, your foot caught in a jagged rock in the ground so you toppled. But instead of meeting a harsh rocky ground, instead of breaking half of the bones in your body, you began to plummet straight down. You didn’t know what could’ve been worse.

The screams that left your mouth were quiet and breathleSs, too clouded by sheer terror to be very loud. Your hands found your head and your clutched your ears, trying not to panic too hard. It was all to fast, and then you hit the ground, and everything was so slow.

You screamed out in agony as you fell almost 90 feet onto a sharp crystal-like stone, which pierced through your leg. The sobs that left you were ugly and snotty, but you had never felt pain like this before. You were gonna die at the bottom of this cave, and no one was going to know you were even here.

“KAMINARI PLEASE. PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME HERE IM HURT. ILL DIE” you screamed out, but no one answered. You just sat there sobbing for over five minutes, too hyper fixated on the pain to care about anything else. Then you heard the voices coming from above, but your mind was beginning to go blurry, you couldn’t see how much blood you had already lost, but you felt empty now so it had to be a lot. You couldn’t make out most of the conversation.

“P-please sir- I did what you asked, I led her here and put her in your nest- please let me go” you were able to recognize the pleading voice as kaminaris, he seemed… scared? Of who? There was somebody else he was talking to. Nest?

“What I asked was for you to give her to me, now she is hurt because you weren’t fucking careful. Not only were you over three weeks late on getting her here, you also caused her pain. Is that what I fuckung asked you to do, boy?” A man’s voice spoke in, it was so tough that it sounded like the man had been eating sandpaper his entire life, but it was also very crisp, very harsh. He was angry. VeryObviously.

Your consciousness began to loop in and out, but after that, all you could hear were screams, and the occasional pleading. You heard a crunch once. This only fed into your fear, and now you found yourself frantically trying to un-impale yourself from the crystal, but it just wasn’t budging. Then, all the noise stopped, which was alarming in its own. Then, you felt a sliver of some kind of tail slide past your leg, then again on the back of your neck, and then. To your utmost terror, something- or someone swooped you off of your feet, and begin to hold you above the ground.

Then you fainted

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You woke up in the same cave, with a piercing headache, your body felt like ice and burning fire at the same time. It was agonizing. The cave was the same, but now there was some form of light shining about, which showcased how this place looked less alike a cave and more like a den. There was faint bickering in the background, but you couldn’t turn to look at whoever two men were talking, your body was frozen in its spot.

Around along the cave walls there were furs of animals hanging off of ropes tied to what you thought was a ceiling , a few blankets that looked too new to be used by the inhabitants of this cave, along with a few pillows. And the jewels, there were jewels everywhere, billions of dollars worth of diamonds and rubys and sad fires. While the cave was beautiful, it was also terrifying, there was no ladder out, and there were sharp weapons everywhere. They weren’t the spears and swords of your people either, these were crafted out of wood, but looked sharper than a diamond.

Then you became aware of the same voice from earlier, softer now, less angry, talking to somebody else.

“He is gone now, no need to fuss darling. She will wake soon, and we will nurse the little one back to health. Poor girl. Already running a fever” you felt a little bit of heat over your body for a split second, and something was making a blowing noise, but then it stopped suddenly, and the sound of a slap rang out.

“We have to be gentle remember? Humans are such fragile creatures, especially children, they might just snap if you push them even a little too hard. Our little one will be safe with us. “ with those words you could move your hands, and then you could scrunch your nose, and then your mouth. They must’ve drugged you to make you soft because most of your body was numb. You began trying to see if you could move at all, but the fluffy blankets under you made it hard to sit up.

Almost immediately a man with blond spiky hair was looming over you, he moved so fast you hadn’t seen him, he tucked his arms under you and lifted you up with such ease that it didn’t seem human. In fact, he didn’t seem human at all, his eyes golden and seemingly glowing, his body too strong. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, but there were leather straps strapped around his chest, along with some fur pants with jangly beads hanging down front he belt. You hadn’t realized you were screaming until he began to hush you.

“It’s okay. It’s alright, your body will feel like this for a short while, I had to give you a little something to make you calm down or you might’ve killed yourself. I did it to help you alright?”it was so hard for you to get out an answer to that without pain, so you just closed your eyes and rested… only to open them again and see the stranger staring at your face. He knew you were awake clearly. But it was almost like he didn’t know what to do with you.

Hot breath behind you found it’s way into your senses again, which naturally alarmed you. You had though it was just you and this.. man? Creature? In here. So you tried to get to see whatever it was. And when you did, you began sobbing once more, and shrill screaming was heard throughout the den.

A thing. No, a dragon was just standing there staring at you, probably thinking about how it wanted to eat you, it’s bright red skin and glowing yellow eyes pierced into your soul as you stared and stared and stared. And the more you did, the more terrifying it got.

“No no no no no- kiri- go hide for now you are scaring her. it’s alright baby, it’s alright. He won’t hurt you, i swear.” Cooed the man as he covered your eyes and pressed you into his bare chest. His warmth was such a contrast to the stark cold in this cave, you could tell something was unusual about him, like this was demonstrating some sort of special behavior. This man just seemed so harsh with kaminari , but his voice turned soft with you, completely different from when he was with denki .

Of course, this still didn’t help you calm down, in fact it just made you more fearful. It made you realize the weight of the situation, kaminari was likely dead and he’s the only one who knew you were here, and you were with one inhuman man, and either a dragon or one really terrifying lizard.

The tears ran freely from your eyes as you stared ag this man, he just hushed you and pulled you closer, tucking your head into the knook of his shoulder and slightly bouncing you. His grip was just so strong, and you were too weak form the blood loss, the starvation, and whatever drug he had given you to try and fight back right now.

The barbarian royalty hadn’t expected you to come today, he’s only seen you from afar before when you were slightly smaller, running through the forests, you had sensed him staring at you, and ran the other way.

You were just so small. So tiny. Many of the humans around avoided the cave, and the town nearby wasn’t exactly known for baring many children, he hadn’t seen one as young as you in over 15 years. And god did it awaken something in him, and something in his dragon too.

They used to care for children when they were younger, children who showed clear signs of mistreatment, children who got too curious and wandered into their nest. But then the village caught on to why so many young ones began to go missing. And they tried to kill the “beasts” in this cave. Of course they failed, and of course they all died. The tale that pursued was nothing but a childrens fairytale to frighten the little ones from wandering. And the two inhabitants were forgotten.

And this town, this town has become cursed, after you, the young ones stopped coming, no children could be had, so there were no children to care for. Which is why you were so special. Oh gods you smelled so fresh, so pure, and he could tell that boy that was nothing but a pile of blood and bones had been doing something to you, you smelled of sadness, of exhaustion.

He would nurse you back into too shape though.

He would take care of you, along with his partner.

He would make you a big soft nest where you could go when you got overwhelmed, when you got scared.

He would care for you

Oh god how happy will his tribe be when they found out he had found his child

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Hello.

My very sparse updating schedule is because I’m lazy and lack the energy to write :P

I have a good moonknight work on the way though!

Thank you so much for all the concern about my well-being! Im not dead and I am (almost) fully mentally stable:)

And if anybody wants some kind of mafia au fic please request now!

I love y’all! Bye bye!

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dixons-sunshine · 2 months

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Scooby Snacks with your Whiskey | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

*GIF isn't mine*

Summary: One night when you couldn't sleep, you decided to join Daryl in the guard tower and keep him company. During a game of truth or drink, Daryl unknowingly insulted your favourite childhood cartoon, which resulted in playful arguments, accidentally shattered whiskey bottles and confessions.

Genre: Fluff

Era: Prison, post season 3, pre season 4

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, sexual innuendos but nothing major.

Word count: 3.7k

A/n: This is based off of what Daryl told Beth in s4 episode 12 right before they set the cabin on fire. He was talking about a cartoon about a talking dog, and my mind instantly went to Scooby Doo, and so this fic was born. It's not really good, since I'm still trying to get into the writing momentum, but I hope you enjoy!

Also, my requests are open for any TWD requests if y'all wanna send any!

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"Hey. Would you mind some company?"

At the sound of your voice, Daryl turned around. He hummed and nodded for you to come closer, to which you complied. You stood beside him in silence, quietly observing the walkers at the fences. Unbeknownst to you, Daryl was stealing glances at you, his hands fidgeting with his crossbow string.

His heart fluttered at the sight of you, a regular thing that happened whenever he was in your general area. You looked up at him with that smile that always made butterflies fly around in his stomach and your eyes always seemed to sparkle brighter than the stars in the night sky, and although Daryl liked the quiet away from everyone, you were one of his only exceptions.

Daryl loved hearing you talk. He loved listening to you talk about your life before and although he wouldn't admit it, he was always captivated by the bedtime stories you told little Judith. The way you changed your voice to match the emotion of the part you were telling, even though Judith didn't understand anyway and would react the same regardless, was enchanting to him. He would listen to you talk for hours if he could.

And above all, he loved your caring yet badass nature. The way you would take down walkers with a skilled ease, and then in the same breath turn to him and check him for any injuries with a concerned look on your face made him feel drawn to you. You actually cared about him, in a way nobody ever had. Daryl didn't believe that anything was perfect, but you were the closest thing to perfect there was.

It also didn't help that you were absolutely breathtaking to him. From the beautiful colour of your eyes to your perfectly plump lips that he's wanted to kiss on more occasions than one. Daryl couldn't define how he felt about you because he never felt this way about anyone before, but he knew his feelings for you ran deeper than what could be described as platonic. And that fact scared him.

A soft sigh from you snapped Daryl from his thoughts. He looked over at you and noticed that you seemed to be deep in thought, a small frown on your face as you kept your eyes trailed on the ground below.

"Penny for yer thoughts?" Daryl prompted, instantly gaining your attention. Your eyes trailed over to him and his heart skipped a beat at the smile you gave him.

"Just thinking," you responded nonchalantly, shaking your head in dismissal. You pushed away from the railing you were leaning over and turned your body fully to look at Daryl.

Daryl hummed softly, his eyes trailing over you before shifting back to look at the fences. "Ya wanna talk 'bout it?" He questioned.

"It's stupid."

"Ain't stupid if it's botherin' ya," he retorted, turning his body to fully face you as well.

You sighed before shaking your head. "It's just... I'm thinking about my mom. The last thing we did before all of this was fight over something stupid and now..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling awkward under the archer's stare.

"Ya think she didn't make it?" He finished for you, giving you a knowing look.

"I know she didn't make it. She was diagnosed with cancer about two weeks before all of this started, and there aren't exactly doctors around who could've helped her," you responded, awkwardly fidgeting with your fingers.

"'M sorry to hear tha'. This world jus' ain't meant for people with sicknesses like tha'," Daryl said, and mentally kicked himself for saying that. There you were, confiding in him over something serious and that's the best he could come up with? He felt like a perfect fool.

However, instead of being angry at him, you looked at him with a small smile, much to his surprise. "Yeah," you started. "I just hope that she didn't suffer. She was a good woman."

"Were ya close?" Daryl asked, his blue eyes meeting your beautiful ones. He hoped that he wasn't prying, but he wanted to know more about you, the woman who haunted his thoughts 24/7.

You nodded. "We were."

"Ya make a lot of good memories with her?"

You laughed lightly, surprising the archer. "What is this, 20 questions?"

Daryl frowned. "What?"

"20 questions," you repeated, noting that your repetition didn't spark recognition in the archer's eyes. "It's a game you play with your friends at parties, sleepovers, you name it. You all take turns asking each other any questions you want."

"Never heard of it," Daryl said, shrugging his shoulders. He felt awkward under your intense stare, your eyes widened with surprise.

You softly gasped in surprise. Then, an idea struck you. "Wait here."

"It's my shift," he stated matter-of-factly. "Ain't goin' nowhere until dawn."

"Perfect."

With one last look at Daryl, you climbed down from the guard tower, excitedly rushing into the cellblock and into your cell. You bent down in front of your bed and retrieved what you were looking for; a bottle of whiskey you found on a run. With a renewed excitement, you gripped the bottle tightly and headed back up to the guard tower, finding Daryl waiting patiently.

Daryl glanced at the bottle in your hand and looked at you questioningly. "Where'd ya find tha'?" He asked, watching you approach with a slight smile on his face. He could practically see your excitement, the big smile on your face infectious.

"On a run a couple of weeks ago. I've been waiting for the right moment to open it, and the right moment has now presented itself," you said, sitting cross-legged on the floor and motioning for Daryl to do the same.

"How so?" He questioned, following your lead by sitting down on the ground in front of you. He kept his eyes trailed on you, watching your every move.

"Well, I was gonna suggest we play 20 questions, but I don't wanna force you into answering a question you don't want to, so we're gonna play truth or drink instead. We ask questions back and forth, and if we don't wanna answer the question that was asked, we drink. It's as simple as that."

"And I dun' got any say in if I wanna play or not?" Daryl asked, a small, teasing smile on his face. His smile turned into something more genuine when you let out a light laugh.

"Nope!" You laughed, opening the bottle and placing it in between the two of you. "You wanna start?"

Daryl hesitated, pursing his lips. "I dun' know wha' to ask."

"Anything. There are no wrong questions," you reassured him, leaning back on the palm of your hands.

"Alrigh'," he drawled, unsure of himself. "Wha' was yer favourite movie before all of this?"

"There you go," you praised him with a smile, making Daryl duck his head as heat flushed his face. "To be honest, I don't really know. I watched a lot of movies, so I don't think I can narrow it down to one. But I have a couple of favourites. The Breakfast Club and Back to the Future are two of them."

Daryl nodded, absentmindedly chewing on his thumbnail. "Now 's yer turn, righ'?" He questioned.

"Yeah," you confirmed. After a couple of beats of silence, you voiced your question. "Who was your first kiss?"

Daryl shifted awkwardly, embarrassment filling his body. "I honestly dun' remember her name. It was some girl in a dive bar Merle used to drag me to. She was drunk and I was helpin' her to her car when she turned around and kissed me."

"How old were you?" You asked, genuinely interested. Daryl rarely talked about his past, so when he did, you ingrained every piece of what he said into your mind.

"Nah, 's my turn to ask the questions. Wait yer turn," he joked, eliciting a laugh from you.

"Touché, Dixon, touché. Ask away."

Daryl chewed on his bottom lip, a habit you noticed he unknowingly did whenever he was thinking. You found it absolutely endearing, but the more you thought about it, the more you realised that you found most things about the archer endearing. The way he fiddled with his bolts whenever he was bored, the way he flicked his hair out of his face with the shake of his head, his small smile—you could go on a rant about his smile, and you have before. Michonne happened to be the victim who was forced to listen to your lovesick rambling in the car on your way back from the same run you'd gotten the whiskey from.

Begrudgingly snapping yourself out of your thoughts, you patiently waited for Daryl to continue the game. Feeling your stare on him, he asked the first thing that popped to mind, and instantly wished he didn't.

"Who was yer first sex partner?"

A nervous laugh bubbled out of you, heat creeping up your cheeks at a rapid pace. Daryl felt his own face flush, feeling stupid for asking the question.

"Sorry. Ya dun' have to answer tha'," he apologised, his eyes darting to the floor.

"No, it's okay. Like I said, no wrong questions. Besides, if I don't answer, I have to drink," you said, trying to compose yourself. You took a deep breath. Of all the things you thought you'd be doing tonight, you didn't think you'd be discussing who your first intimate partner was with the guy you had feelings for. "My highschool boyfriend, senior year."

Daryl nodded and left it at that. He leaned back on his hands, watching you carefully. He was surprised that you'd actually answered the question, given the personal privacy boundaries he pushed. He silently promised himself that whatever personal question you asked him, he would answer.

"What's the most petty fight you've ever gotten into because of Merle?" you questioned, looking at him expectantly.

Daryl stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking hard about his answer. "It was with this one guy. He was Merle's dealer. He was a small, janky white guy. We were over at his house one day, jus' loungin' around and watchin' TV, some stupid kids show playin'. It was barely noon, we were all wasted and Merle was high. Merle decided to take a piss outta the show, and when he started, he wouldn't let up. He never could when he was high."

Daryl stopped for a moment, collecting his thoughts while your gaze remained fixated on him. You seemed genuinely interested in the story, your eyes sparkling with wonder. Your lips were slightly parted and it took everything in Daryl not to act on his urge to kiss your pretty lips.

"It turns out, the cartoon was the guy's favourite show, and he got hella pissed 'bout it. 'M pretty sure Merle didn't know it was the guy's favourite show. I mean, he never saw the guy except when he needed somethin', but tha' didn't matter. The guy punched Merle in the face, and tha's when I got into the fight. 'M on this guy and 'm punchin' him as hard as I can, but then the guy pulls a gun on me, sticks it righ' against my head and threatens to shoot me."

"Oh, god," you murmured, slightly horrified.

"Yeah," Daryl nodded, seemingly unfazed at your reaction. "Tha's when Merle pulls out his gun and points it at the guy. At this point, everyone's yellin', I'm yellin'... I thought I was gonna die tha' day."

"How'd you get out of it?" You asked, bringing your knees up to rest your head on them.

"I didn't. The guy ended up punchin' me in the gut and I puked on the floor. They both started laughin' at me and everythin' was magically over," Daryl said, shaking his head at the memory. "And to think that happened over some dumbass cartoon about a talkin' dog."

You visibly stiffened, and this caught Daryl's attention. "Wha'? Wha's wrong?"

"Talking dog..." You trailed off, your eyebrows furrowing. "Did the dog happen to be a Great Dane? And his owner was this guy in a green shirt and brown pants with messy hair?"

Daryl pursed his lips, thinking for a moment before nodding. "Yeah. There were other people, too. Two women and a guy with an ascot."

"Scooby Doo," you stated plainly, giving the archer a playful glare.

"Wha'?" He asked, confusion evident on his face.

"Scooby Doo," you repeated, waving your hand nonchalantly. "That's the cartoon you were talking about. The cartoon you called dumb."

"Yeah, 's 'cus it was. Can't believe anybody actually liked tha' crap."

"Daryl Dixon, how dare you?" You laughed, your eyes widened in surprise. "Scooby Doo is a national treasure! He was part of my childhood and now you're insulting him? I don't think we can be friends anymore."

Daryl chuckled at you, rolling his eyes at your theatrics. "From wha' I saw, the dog and his owner were cowards. Runnin' away, screamin', from fake ghosts after how many years of encounterin' them and knowin' tha' ghosts aren't real but they still think they are? It's stupid as shit, and I ain't apologising for thinkin' tha'."

"You're a disgrace!" You laughed, trying to sound angry but miserably failing. "You're telling me that, real or not, if a ghost was chasing you that you wouldn't run away?"

"Tha's righ'," he nodded, before gesturing to the walkers down at the fence. "I dun' run away from tha' shit, so I sure as hell wouldn't be runnin' away from fake ass ghosts."

"I can't believe you," you said, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "This is the worst betrayal ever. I don't think I'll ever be able to forget this. We won't be able to go back to being friends because of this. This is terrible."

"Stop," he laughed quietly, his eyes twinkling with a rare occurrence of merriment. "It ain't tha' deep. I jus' dun' like it."

"Clearly you don't like it because you have bad taste," you retorted playfully.

"Well, I like ya, so do I still have bad taste?"

Silence. It was so silent, you could hear a pin drop. Any trace of the former reverie between the two of you disappeared and was instead replaced with an invisible current of electricity between you. Your breath caught in your throat at the sudden revelation from the man, and your heart sped up in your chest. The logical part of your brain told you that he meant it platonically, that he liked you the way he liked Rick or Glenn, but the optimistic part convinced you that he didn't, that your feelings weren't one-sided. That the archer might like you too.

"Probably," you finally responded, feeling your face ablaze with the heat that spread across it.

"Nah, my taste is immaculate," he replied, looking at you carefully, closely monitoring your reactions. Daryl knew that was a risky response, and he was nervous about your reaction, but he hoped for the best.

You gulped nervously. Daryl's response made your stomach do somersaults and your heart pound at the speed of light.

"Yeah? I still think your taste is shit," you finally managed to respond, your mouth suddenly feeling dry. Sometimes you wondered if Daryl knew what effect he had on you. If he knew how many nights dreams of him plagued your mind.

Daryl's chuckle broke the tension between you, and you felt like you could breathe again.

"Whatever ya say." Daryl took the bottle from the middle and took the first swig since the game started. Your eyes drifted to the trickle of whiskey that spilt from the bottle and trickled down his lips and chin, and you had the sudden urge to lean forward and kiss the spill away.

"You don't like Scooby Doo. That automatically means that you have shitty taste," you retorted, your breathing slightly heavier than before.

You leaned forward to take the bottle from him, but he held it out of your reach. You looked at him in confusion but he simply smirked at you, getting up from his position on the ground to stand tall over you.

"Daryl," you warned, laughing as you got up as well. "It's my whiskey. Give it back."

"Nah, I think Imma hold on to it," he said playfully, holding the bottle above his head. He laughed at you when you jumped to try and grab it from his hands.

"Daryl!" You exclaimed with a laugh, trying everything to retrieve the bottle, but to no avail. "Come on, don't be so mean!"

"Ya said I had terrible taste. Well, I like this whiskey, so tha' means it must be terrible as well, since I like it, so ya probably won't like it," he responded playfully, his eyes alight with mischief.

One final jump to grab it proved to be the wrong move. You accidentally slipped when your feet hit the ground, sending you falling onto Daryl. The archer reacted swiftly, dropping the bottle to to catch you with both hands. The bottle shattered on the ground instantly while you and Daryl toppled onto the floor, the force from your fall catching him off guard. Daryl layed flat on his back with you on top of him, his hands still on your waist from when he tried to steady you before you fell.

You looked into Daryl's ocean coloured eyes and felt your heart speed up. Daryl's eyes darted to your lips for a second before going back to your eyes, but you had caught him. In a sudden burst of confidence, you lowered your face and crashed your lips onto his, catching him off guard for the second time that night.

Daryl stiffened for a moment, surprised at the unexpected action from you, but soon relaxed and slowly kissed you back. He brought one of his hands to the back of your head and drew you closer, his lips slowly moving against yours. His other hand hesitantly trailed from your waist to the small of your back, gently moving over the exposed skin from the ride up of your shirt.

The kiss ended too prematurely for your taste, but oxygen was still a necessity. You slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes with surprise and delight. Daryl looked back at you in adoration.

"Wha' was tha' fer?" He whispered breathlessly, his chest heaving slightly.

"Just because," you replied honestly, still baffled at the fact that you had just kissed Daryl, surprised that you had mustered up the courage to do so in a matter of seconds.

"Well, if ya think tha's gonna prove to me tha' my taste is shit, then yer gonna need to try somethin' different. Tha' didn't work. If anythin', it jus' proved to me tha' my taste is amazin'."

You laughed and shook your head. "You talking about me or Scooby Doo?"

Daryl started sitting up, making you slide down his stomach to sit in his lap. "Definitely ya," he responded, wrapping his arms around you.

"So, you like like me, huh, Dixon?" You teased, linking your arms around his neck.

Daryl hummed and gave you a small smirk. "Mhm," he hummed, giving you a soft peck on the lips. "Wish I'd known tha' talkin' shit 'bout some cartoon dog would make this happen. Woulda done it a lot sooner."

"Don't you ever talk shit about that dog in my presence ever again," you warned with a playful glare, eliciting a chuckle from the archer.

"Jus' to be sure, this means somethin', righ'?" He asked, his tone turning serious. A look of doubt spread across his face. "This wasn't jus' a heat of the moment thing for ya?"

You shook your head, bringing one of your hands to cup his cheek. "Did you mean it? That you like me? And I don't mean in a platonic way."

"I did," he confirmed, leaning into your touch.

"That's good," you said with a small, shy smile. "Because I like you too. Even if you have crappy taste."

Daryl's eyes filled with relief and he let out a small laugh before leaning in to kiss you again. The kiss was brief, but it was sweet and tender. When he pulled away, he brought a hand up to push your hair out of your face.

"Never thought this would happen. I thought ya dun' like me like tha'."

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "No more of that. I don't plan on letting you go now that I have you, Daryl Dixon. You're stuck with me."

Daryl rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, 'm stuck." With that, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours in a feverish kiss. He flipped you over so that you were on your back, making you giggle against his lips.

You were definitely thankful for Scooby Doo and that whiskey bottle right now.

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