#it's hurting to not be able to let go of this desperate desire to find a family that may or may not even be out there anymore

[kanansdume]

The Mandalorian switched from writing a story following the arc of Ice Age (2002) to writing a story following the arc of Shazam (2019) in-between seasons 2 and 3, and this is why a perfectly satisfying ending to a two season miniseries got ruined.

#the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #something something if they wanted a huge mandalore-centric storyline this is what tbobf should've been #tbobf shouldn't have been mando chapter 2.5 #it should've been the second book in a duology #look they could've done one or the other #a beautiful story where grogu is desperately searching for the jedi to the exclusion of all other connections and it's HURTING HIM #it's hurting to not be able to let go of this desperate desire to find a family that may or may not even be out there anymore #and ultimately his connections to din allow him to heal enough that he recognizes being a jedi is no longer the right path for him #he goes to luke and it's just.... not the way he thought it would be and THAT'S OKAY #OR #you do a beautiful story where din finds a lost child and bonds with it as he works to return the child to their family #and din builds up more connections along the way via having to help this child #which ultimately helps him heal from something or grow in a certain better direction #but he always is going to let the child go at the end because keeping the child was NEVER THE POINT #but we started with one arc and ended it and then suddenly pivoted into another one so we could just keep it going #so that lovely satisfying ending just... went away #like it never existed #but it wasn't grogu's story to begin with #it was din's #just like ice age wasn't actually about the baby at all #it was about manny #whereas in shazam the story isn't about billy's mother it's about BILLY #mandalorian isn't grogu's story so there's nowhere for him to go now that he's not with the jedi #it's DIN'S STORY but grogu's part in it is over so he's just a money making accessory at this point

[shisurus]

this panel from the world guide of falin being surrounded by other girls while laios is all alone kills me because. that's it. that's the key difference in their journeys.

as laios states himself, he left the village in order to create a home for him and falin elsewhere. a home that won't collapse due to others' hatred and fears like their old home did, a home where they are loved and accepted unconditionally. but as he soon found out, even before earning money, or having walls surrounding him and a roof above his head- what he so earnestly desired was to meet other people who will accept him for who he is as well. instead, he kept being tormented by those around him, shunned and sneered at. his loneliness quickly became all-consuming until he truly had nothing left except for the monsters in the pages of his book, but even that became a target of mockery and destroyed. that's why ever since the day he left the village, he never felt that he truly made the right choice. so he kept running away: unable to resist and unable to accpet.

and an ocean away from him there was his sister, who never managed to fully fit in herself. but unlike him, she met a person who became a home to her and learned what a true friendship was for the first time in her life. and laios clearly realizes that too when he finally sees falin and marcille together, he can tell his sister obtained the greatest treasure there is on her own- the exact thing he never managed to find anywhere himself, thus coming back empty-handed to the sister he left the village for.

but when you read this part of the manga, laios's focus is on falin's loneliness, not his own. he talks about how it hurts thinking about all those moments she had to spend alone because he wasn't there for her, so it almost sounds like he's the one who couldn't bear her suffering and therefore decided to not let her go again. but we do get a glimpse of their first meeting after that almost-decade long separation in the manga, and then we see more of that in the world guide and daydream hour- and it becomes abundantly clear that it was falin who was trying to protect and save him from this pit of loneliness and depression he was in.

so instead of just doing his best to atone for leaving her behind in the village and making sure she is never lonely again, it might also be that laios was desperately clinging to the one person in the world he felt that accepted and loved him unconditionally. those words he used to describe his motivation to stay by falin's side are the exact words she would've used as well; she couldn't bear leaving him behind in this state. in a sense, they were each other's shackles.

but then she did. she died for him and their friends, and ironically enough, it was by leaving him alone like this that he was finally able to stand on his own and put his full trust in others. to have the courage to reveal who he is and give others the opportunity to accept him after such a long time of hiding. it was a long journey, but his hiding finally came to an end when he faced the others after shedding his monster form. and i love that the person who was falin's "home" all those years away from laios, marcille, became just as meaningful to him during their time separated from falin- the first one to find him and show him that he isn't alone anymore. just as he did for her.

so at the end of the story when falin talks about all the places she would like to go, it's not just that she wants to pursue her own dreams- but that she actually feels free to do so and go anywhere she desires. and one of the main reasons for that is that her brother finally found new people he wants to be with; his own home.

#im listening to fmab sad soundtrack while writing this im gonna die actually #dungeon meshi #laios touden #falin touden

[yawnderu]

you can't just give us the image of Simon holding hands during sex, now I need something to sleep on

Simon doesn't fuck— Simon makes love. Passionate kisses are exchanged as the clothes come off at an almost painfully slow pace, taking his time to savor every single second with you, to truly take in just what he's about to do with the woman he knows he'll spend the rest of his life with.

His kisses only stop when he has to take a few seconds to truly admire what's in front of him, to take in the sheer beauty, to look down at you like you're his savior. In many ways, you are. His rough, calloused hands go up to cup your cheeks, gently forcing your face up to keep eye contact as his forehead rests against yours. He swears he can see God every single time he looks into your eyes, ignoring his own reflection and focusing simply on everything they hold; your love, desire, yearning, lust.

You look at him like he's worth something— like he's not a mutt with matted hair who'll end up getting shot in an alleyway out of pure mercy. You look at him like a stray you took in, showing him love and compassion, appreciating the way his fangs are bared at the world but never at you.

He plants the gentlest kiss on your lips before he begins descending, leaving open-mouthed kisses that light fire on their way down. His rough hands are gentle only with you, pushing your body down on the mattress with so much tenderness you swear he thinks you're a rich fine china. He plants kisses down your stomach, eyes closing as he focuses on the sensation of your warmth against his lips, swallowing thickly before he opens your legs.

Teasing kisses and soft bites are given to your inner thighs before his lips finally find what he has been craving like a starved man. One last kiss is pressed to your mound, his tongue coming out of his lips to lick a flat stripe over your already wet cunt, his saliva and your fluids mixing together, giving him the chance to eat you out even better. It doesn't take long before he's latching onto your erect nub, alternating between rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and suckinf on it, your moaning only encouraging him to keep going.

Your back arches, hand coming down to gently pull on his cropped hair, pushing him even closer to your core, wanting to feel more of the intense sensation. He lets go of your clit for a second, his tongue now more focusing on gathering the wetness all over your entrance before pushing in, his thumb coming up under his face to rub on your clit, doing circular motions as his tongue goes in and out of your cunt.

"Si— need you." Your breathy whisper earns a deep chuckle out of him, planting a kiss on top of your wet cunt before finally breaking away, standing up to his full weight and pulling down his boxers. The sheer sight of his naked body never fails to amaze you no matter how many times you've seen it, his strong, tattooed body bare only for you to see. His vulnerability is and will always be reserved for a single woman; you.

He plants a soft kiss for your lips as he lines himself up, his cock big and heavy, veins visible on the length of his shaft, but he has trained you well enough to be able to take him. He sinks into you slowly, allowing you to get used to the stretch as he bottoms out, the small gasp that comes out of your lips is enough to make his eyes drift up to your face, taking in your expression. He sees nothing but pleasure, but he doesn't keep going until you nod your head and pull him closer.

His thrusts are deep and slow, hips rolling to make sure every single inch of his cock is buried all the way inside you, a thin layer of cream forming on the base of his shaft. He supports his weight with one of his elbows, not dropping his full weight on you yet in fears of hurting you, hips rolling over yours slightly faster to hear more of your whiny moans, his thin lips planting loving kisses all over your neck while his hand blindly seeks for yours, slight desperation in his actions, needing to hold onto you like a lifeline as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge.

His hand finally finds yours, fingers intertwining, squeezing softly to display love and reassurance; to bring both of you even closer while your bodies are connected, skin slapping against skin and combined moans forming a melody he thinks about often while he's away. His tongue licks a flat stripe over your pulse before his face seeks shelter on the crook of your neck, muffled moans and deep grunts playing right into your ear. Your legs wrap around his waist, fitting oh so perfectly like a missing puzzle piece, bringing him even closer to your throbbing cunt.

"Fuck, love—" The pressure of your thighs grows, both of you not even managing to form sentences between moans yet the squeezes you deliver to each other's hands are enough to communicate. Your walls tighten up around him, velvety tissue shortly being painted white with his thick cum, feeling him go all the way inside to make sure not a single drop is wasted.

He pulls out slowly after a few seconds of regaining your breath, planting a soft kiss to your forehead before rolling over next to you, his burly arms wrapping around your tired frame, keeping you safe. Not a single word is spoken between the lovers, only gentle kisses and loving gazes being exchanged while you recover. His hand seeks for yours again, this time examining it carefully; already picturing how good the ring he bought will look on you once you say yes.

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost cod #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #call of duty #cod smut #ghost x f!reader #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost x y/n #ghost x female reader #ghost simon riley #ghost smut #stray answers

[chigirizzz]

❝𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲❞

synopsis: how your fist kiss with him is like

characters: gojo, yuji, megumi

tags: gn! reader, not proofread as always (it's 3am for crying out loud)

— GOJO SATORU

gojo is a tease and that’s no news for you, it’s not new to anyone. this man’s actions and words either make someone respect him or desire to kill him.

yet, it surprised you how much he could tease you before and during your first kiss.

gojo fucking satoru made sure to make your life hard as hell after finding out how you, even past your mid twenties, never had a kiss. 

“never?” 

“never,” you responded by repeating the word in a cold tone of voice, arms crossed and sending him a dead glare. however, he did not felt intimidated by you—

—instead, he just burst out laughing and looked at you like you were a middle schooler still finding out about life.

that’s how your memory can recall that day. god, you hate him!

and you hate how you never got to experience such a magical moment yet!

but patience is a virtue, right? that’s what people say. and that’s what you’re thinking right now as gojo’s big hand imprisons your head movement by holding your chin firmly. his hold isn’t too strong and neither too loose—perfect to give his lips the chance to dominate yours and perfect for you to free yourself and slap him if that’s what you wish to do. 

but you don’t do that, so his lips curve into a malicious smirk, which gives an electrical shock to a certain corner of your brain—which makes your mouth let it escape a satisfying sound to his ears.

he’s enjoying this. he’s enjoying this so much and so are you.

today was like any normal day, including the newest jokes and teases from gojo satoru about how no one ever felt attracted to you enough to kiss you. although you know the white haired male never wanted to hurt you and it was just teasing, the comment he told you today really hurt you, making you sad and defending yourself to gojo (and calling him stupid).

he listened quietly to your rant. his blindfold made it difficult for you to understand how sorry he was, though.

gojo moves his hand from your chin to the back of your neck, his body language now a bit more rough—his lips more angry for yours by the way he tilts his head slightly to side, guiding you on your make out session, occasionally leaving a chuckle when you desperately try to follow his movements.

you are so cute and he feels so superior in this exact moment.

one of your hands moves by itself to grab the cloth's fabric that covers his chest when you suddenly feel his teeth on your neck. he wasn’t doing anything special yet, just mouth slightly open with his teeth ready to give you a hickey.

“satoru…”

“hm.” despite him answering your call, gojo didn’t pay attention very much; instead, he chose to snuggle into the warm skin of your neck, searching for comfort. wanting to be close with you. 

the hand that was close to his chest is now on his back, patting awkwardly but softly. “i…” you cleared your throat. you’re pretty sure he could feel your nervousness. “i hate how you make me feel.”

— ITADORI YUJI

no words to describe how adorable he is.

this sweet boy took you on a date to the oceanarium with a full plan inside his pants’ pocket:

take a shower

after shower, use the best perfume/deodorant (not axe!!)

go to y/n’s house to take them to the oceanarium

look for the best train seat available for y/n (has to be next to the window!!)

pay for the tickets

tell y/n lots of fun facts

kiss y/n

kiss y/n… kiss you…

now that’s a hard task.

in the three months you and itadori yuji were dating, no one had any complaints. the two of you were going at their specific pace, but still able to get out of your comfort zones, just for each other.

kissing you is an example of yuji getting out of his comfort zone—that, and he just loves you very much; the boy just wants to express himself. he cringes at how he stepped away from you awkwardly when you tried to kiss him on the day he confessed to you.

“that’s so cool!” you hugged the jellyfish plushie you bought in the oceanarium gift store tighter, its scent bringing you a feeling of peace. the both of you are currently outside, sitting on a bench at a nearby park, just speaking about today and listening to yuji’s fun facts about the aquarium animals. “tell me more.”

“uh, well… just a second!,” he excuses himself before searching for a piece of paper inside his pants’ pockets… he took one out of the pocket, read it, and realized it wasn’t the one he wanted. “just…—just a second! sorry!

your boyfriend is acting strange today—you noticed, anyone can notice—, but you opted to not say anything. however, you’re starting to become extremely curious.

the wrong piece of paper is roughly and badly stuffed back into his pocket, only for the panic to torment him again when said paper falls from the pocket to the ground.

“what’s this?” you ask no one in particular when you caught the paper before your boyfriend could do it.

“shit, no! give me that!”

“calm down, yuji, i’m trying to read it.”

the boy watches in horror as you slowly read the paper—the paper with the list.

that’s it, his life is over. he feels the pain of the embarrassment crushing him, getting more painful each millisecond. he can imagine how you’re gonna make fun of him, destroying his heart—

“you could’ve just told me, itadori,” your voice soothes his thoughts as you stare at him lovingly. “i would never judge you or anything.”

“after how i denied your kiss the day i confessed to you? me? denying your kiss? on the day i confessed? i’m a moron—”

the palms of your hands hold his cheeks gently. “you’re not a moron, my love—well, you are, but not in this context.”

all yuji got to say was an offended ‘hey!’ before you pulled him towards you, making him able to cross ‘kiss y/n’ out of his silly and now crumpled list.

even if there isn’t much experience between you both, you manage to work it out. it’s a simple but long-lasting kiss—at least that’s what you assume when you start to feel the need to breathe some new fresh air. but you don’t want to worry about oxygen, not when the feeling of his lips in touch with yours makes the blood vessels on your face dilate, making your blood warmer, making your heart beat faster.

you let go of him and breathe heavily, however, you do not get a proper pause because yuji starts kissing all over your face, while tickling your body too. the both of you turn into a mess of laughter and tiny kisses, completely enjoying the moment.

and perhaps you get the privilege to live something that resembles a cinematic masterpiece, as you both stop laughing and rest your foreheads against each other.

— MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

the scenario is really simple: one minute you’re sitting side by side on the sofa while watching a terrible coming of age movie, pizza slice on your hand, all your worries forgotten thanks to the comfy blanket covering your laps, and the next minute you and the dark haired male are sitting in front of each other on the sofa, faces really close trying to mimic the stupid kissing scene at the end of the stupid movie.

“her hand was like this.”

“shut up, why do you want to make things so difficult.”

this was your idea, of course, a perfect excuse to kiss him. in months of dating, you never had the first kiss as a couple and you decided to tease him into doing it, saying how you wished to be kissed like in the ending scene of the movie and complaining how megumi could never do like the male protagonist did.

he knew you were just teasing him, but he felt the need to show you the opposite anyway.

first you were trying to position your heads and hands like the actors and sharing short kisses, until he got tired of the challenge and just pulled you for a kiss without you expecting it.

it was definitely way better than the one from the movie. it was rough at first but eventually it got softer and more romantic. he paid attention to your body language, to how you reacted to the kiss, and when his lips let go of yours so you both could breathe, he stared at you so lovingly you almost felt like melting, especially when his hand made contact with your cheek to caress it.

minutes passed and you were now cuddling each other, you laying on top of him and listening to his heartbeat and him giving you a small back massage, making sure that you felt loved (and that you didn’t say anything stupid again).

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen fluff #gojo x reader fluff #itadori yuji x reader #yuji x reader #itadori yuji fluff #gojo satoru fluff #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi x reader #megumi fluff #megumi x reader fluff #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen drabbles #gojo drabbles #yuji drabbles #megumi drabble #jjk drabbles #jjk fluff

[house-of-daena]

my doctor is a succubus!? [succubus.afab.baizhu x m.reader]

contents: he/him pronouns, subtop reader/powerbottom baizhu, nsfw, s3x with a LOT of feelings, virgin reader, overstimulation, praise, degradation, vanilla-ish, creampie, blood, fem genitalia/anatomy terms w/ baizhu (pvssy, cvnt, womb), mention of top surgery scars, ooc baizhu(? he's just really inlove w/ you), hurt/comfort, tell me if i miss anything. [wc. 5.2k]

꒰ GRAHHHHH finally able to post this... after 2-3 weeks posting the masterlist im . i can't with myself 😭 so sorry it took so long and im extra sorry it came out with this monstrosity. i very much like this imo buuttt i can't say the same for you guys. anyways, i probably wont write smth like this ever again unless y'all end up liking it!! (also this was supposed to celebrate 600-700 followers but uh. oops! ty for 800!) ꒱

let's fuck monsters tonight!

it was always peaceful at night. crickets chirping into the cool hours of darkness, fireflies lighting up as they flew, like the stars above the clouds, and the silent crashing of waves against the shore.

no soul could be seen wandering in the streets of liyue, except for some mililith patrolling to keep the city safe. but something lurked in the shadows...

something sinister.

hungry.

lustful.

he crept from house to house, looking for the perfect prey to feed on. he searched desperately, the hunger that had been ignored for treacherous years, leaving his monstrous instincts salivating and wild. the pain of starvation he brings himself to, in fear of hurting others, has weakened him, but his hunt didn't cease for a moment. it made him crave it, the essence of someone who could fulfill his devilish needs, and the warmth his insides long yearned for.

the mark on his pelvis had gone dull, and it ached more with each passing day.

baizhu usually relied on medicine he had made for himself. to keep his salacious desires at bay, and though it wasn't much of the real deal, it managed to keep his body relatively healthy without the base nutrients it required for his succubus blood, and it truly helped him for the longest time.

but it has been years since he had feasted on someone's precious essence, and baizhu has diligently refused to feed again. while his nature is uncouth, his heart remains pure, and he worries that if he tries to feed again, he will hurt them, despite hurting himself.

but this time, his hunger was different.

it was an ardent need. essential. his body reacted so negatively, rendering him unable to properly work for days. it was clear that his body was demanding him to go and hunt for food, so it could sustain itself properly. perhaps after feeding once, he could go back to his regular intake of pills.

for now, he searched for a feast.

and, indeed, he found it, inside a familiar house.

your home,

and you were sleeping inside your bedroom,

a succubus' meal.

if he were to do it with anyone, it would be you, as much as he didn't want to.

you were a sweet man, always visiting him and qiqi in bubu pharmacy and offering a hand whenever you were free. you get along with just about everyone in the pharmacy; being old friends with gui, helping qiqi with deliveries—even changsheng has taken a liking to you, slithering onto your arm when you step behind the counter with baizhu, giving you a warm welcome.

he can't help but find himself falling for such a man like you.

and he absolutely hates the fact that the only person he'd feel safe within such a vulnerable state is you. he could kill you, and he would never forgive himself if he got carried away.

you were too precious to him. but he was starving.

it greatly intensified once he took a step inside your room, almost salivating the moment he inhaled your scent. archons, he smelt you everywhere, it was almost suffocating. and he had never smelt something so divine, so pungent, he was slightly aware of how his thoughts were slowly getting muddled—he admired you as you slept, chest steadily rose and fell, soft snores from your parted lips. you looked so peaceful, and yet here he was, hovering above your unsuspecting form, biting his bottom lip and his hands trembling as he held back from touching you so soon.

you began to stir on your bed when baizhu turned off your lamp, a faint hiss that was dangerously close to your ear made you blearily open your eyes in the dead of night, the weight of your bed shifting to one side more as you felt something move right beside you.

quickly, you jolt from your bed, startled at the man beside you. a scream almost leaves your lips when he leans towards you, face inches apart, his hot breath hitting your skin. "don't worry," he murmurs, voice silky smooth, so sultry it made your skin crawl, cheeks flushed as he moves even closer to you. "i won't hurt you, i just... need some help, is all."

the man before you reassures, his cool fingertips tracing your jawline, sharpened nails digging slightly into your skin. baizhu knows that if he suggests that he needs help, even though he was a stranger breaking into your home, you'd assist him. perhaps the charm he was using in his voice also helped, considering your eyes have easily succumbed to his mesmerizing haze of seduction.

all it took for him was to speak with his voice in a low, alluring tone, press his lithe, and smooth body against yours, allowing your hands to glide onto the skin of his exposed belly and touch you like he owns you—teasing you with assurances of bliss, only to pull away. like bait attached to a string, luring you into his possessive hands.

baizhu almost lost himself in his desire for you, his heart pounding and the mark on his womb ached more than ever before. he craved to have you inside him, nearly jumping on you and just taking you then and there.

but gods, baizhu's love for you was the only thing that was holding him back, so he settled on peppering wet kisses on your quivering adam's apple, his hand rubbing your thigh. "you'll help me, right?" he hums, golden irises glowing faintly in the dark. he sees you squint as if you're trying to discern who he is—he was probably oddly familiar to you, considering his voice and the shape of his body were similar to the kindhearted doctor from the local pharmacy not too far away from your home...

your thoughts were chased away when his forked tongue flickered against your lips, suddenly aware of his... unnatural features. slitted, but gorgeous golden eyes, scales on certain parts of his skin, small horns, akin to bumps, that protruded from his forehead, a tail with a heart-shaped tip, and fangs that made your heart lurch at both fear and excitement.

"i've been starving for an awfully long time..." he whispers into your ear, his hand slowly creeping inside your shirt and card his nails onto your stomach, soliciting a small whimper from your throat. baizhu almost moans in delight at the wonderful sound. "you'll feed me, right? let me regain my strength?"

slowly, you nod, hand resting on his shoulder. "y-yeah," you manage to say, still trying to make out any of his features in the dark. "i can cook you something real quick-"

"oh no, you're quite mistaken." he purrs, licking his lips as his hand begins to lower itself down to your crotch. "you see, darling, i'm a succubus." he hears your breath hitch at his confession, his lips brushing against yours as he pins you against the headboard, straddling your lap. strands of his hair fall to your face, your hands feel as if it belongs on his slender waist as you grab hold of it, his eyes gleam brightly with lust as he looks down at you and lifts your chin to stare back into his bewitching face. "i'll need a different kind of sustenance...~"

even in the dark, you can tell that he is absolutely gorgeous as if the gods themselves carved him into existence. your grip tightens, so much so that your nails leave crescent-shaped indents.

baizhu was experiencing absolute heaven, and the both of you were still fully clothed. his heart was beating so hard against his chest that he was afraid you could feel it if he pressed his body against yours. he was smiling ear to ear in excitement, and he fought hard to hold back. his body was in a love-struck frenzy, skin hot to the touch and his cheeks flaming red, his tail flicking back and forth.

oh, he never would've expected to have you like this so soon. underneath him, looking up at him with those lovely eyes, lost, but still so eager to help. if you only knew the things you do to him...

he could see your hesitance, probably thinking about the risks of indulging in a succubus' request. it was understandable, honestly, even though baizhu was in complete control of his body, he could still put your life at risk. after all, he hasn't eaten in years.

"you won't die," he murmurs almost too sweetly, his voice making your poor, charmed mind buzz pleasantly. "that's a promise~" thankfully, you could still make coherent thoughts, shooting him a serious look, hands curiously tracing the sensitive mark on his pelvis that glowed in the dark. he hums at the feeling of your fingers, gently pressing and kneading, yet it burned ferociously with ardent need. gods, his body needed you now.

"if you say so...." you whisper back, nervous, "i put my trust in you, if it meant helping you..."

so as soon as those words left your lips, baizhu grabbed you by the collar and smashed your lips together, kissing you so hard that it felt like he was devouring you. teeth clashed against each other, his fangs sank onto the fragile skin of your bottom lip, making it bleed, and he sucks on your tongue, kissing and practically taking all the air out of your lungs.

baizhu was ecstatic, swallowing the lavish taste of your blood, drinking in all the whimpers and moans you make just from the addicting kiss. your hands were now on his ass, guiding his body and grinding his crotch onto your hardening cock. when he pulls away, he pants, moving his hips languidly to meet your thrusts, absolutely enamored at the string of saliva that connected the two of you.

"you shouldn't trust so easily," baizhu warns, cradling your head into his arms, his kisses never ceasing, making sure to attach his lips to every inch of your skin. he wants to savor every single second he spends with you, loving your body, getting a taste of something so sacred, you, that he would surely grow to yearn once this is all over. "if it were another succubus, you might not be treated as nicely as i have~"

his voice put you in a hypnotic trance, eyes trailing down his body as your hands moved on their own, stripping him bare from his clothing. fingers, featherlight and delicate, trailed the scars that adorned his chest, the tantalizing feeling of your hot breath on his nipple while your hand pinched and flicked his other. "there's just... something so familiar about you." you murmur against his skin, pressing the pad of your wet and hot tongue against his perky bud, making baizhu let out a pleased sigh, hand grabbing the back of your head. your mind was clouded with his drowning lust to recognize him, but still awake enough to think. "you know me, and... i know you."

baizhu felt his heart drop, the urge to run away and find someone else to feed him gnawed at his stomach. he would rather starve than let himself be known to you; him, a succubus, seducing you to do his bidding. baizhu longed to have you in his bed, to make love to you and have you all for himself, to call you his, and call himself yours. just—not like this!

and as if you could sense his inner turmoil, you gently turned your bodies, laying him down on your bed. you kissed the tip of his nose, down to the apple of his cheeks, the corners of his bloodied lips, and onto his chin. you kissed him like he was a masterpiece to be worshipped, hands stroking his supple skin. he could see the admiration in your eyes, sparkling from the slightest of light the moon provided that seeped through your curtains.

and while baizhu couldn't tell if it was all because of his hypnotizing charm, his heart skipped a beat.

then, you grab his hand, lips brushing against his knuckles and kissing the callouses that graced his fingertips. "i feel safe, for some reason." you continued, leaning back to take off your clothes. "like we have met before, and you are company i enjoy myself a lot with... isn't that weird, stranger?"

baizhu could hear the slight recognition in your voice, but his initial fear was forgotten when he felt your cock pressed against his thigh. his body immediately reacted to your warmth, moving his hips to feel more of you, against his desperate, aching hole. stars above, it is so much bigger than he anticipated, your drooling tip smearing pre all over this thigh, and baizhu gulps at the groans that rumble from your chest.

it hurt to have you so close, yet so far, so empty despite the promise of being filled. still, baizhu managed to find his voice to reply. "o-oh, certainly. i am a succubus after all," he tried to regain the flair in his tone, to keep you enraptured to his hidden beauty, delude you into thinking that he wasn't the same man you thought he was, "a demon, monster."

though it was dark, baizhu saw your lips curve downward, frowning at his harsh words. your hands slid from his waist, down to the back of his thighs, squeezing the flesh, before parting his legs and letting him wrap them around your waist, keeping the two of you connected until the succubus that lays before your bed decided he had enough.

you were completely at his mercy, and it made you impossibly harder.

gently, as if he was your lover, you pushed back a strand of his hair behind his pointed ear, fingers lingering on the shape of his concealed, yet beautiful face. "don't speak to yourself like that," you kiss his collarbones, and feel him squeeze you between his legs a little tighter, pulling you closer to him, "it breaks my heart."

"does it now?" baizhu quips, sharp, quick, defensive, and disbelieving. "you don't even know me."

"you still have feelings, don't you?"

baizhu's heart can't take it. it feels so full, about to explode, despite the agonizing emptiness of his hole, thighs quivering and hands clinging onto you. he feels breathless, heartbeat in his throat—you're treating him how you'd treat baizhu, the caring doctor of bubu pharmacy, not the succubus trying to get you to fuck him. you don't know who he was, he was certain of it.

but perhaps he was just in denial, too afraid to let someone as good as you be so close to him. you are deserving of more, someone who can be devoted to you, as much as you are to him. he can't bear the thought of you leaving him once he has taken grasp of immortality, growing old without him as he lives on. nor the burden you'll surely carry with him.

that is why he has never made a single move to you, nor acknowledged yours. he adores you from afar, breaking his own heart by keeping himself close to you despite knowing he can never be with you—his mission won't allow it. he can't let it happen.

but oh, when you hold him so tenderly in your arms, caressing his cheeks with your thumb and kissing him so sweetly, it feels like the walls he has built specifically to keep you away from his heart, fall apart so easily.

"if you're a monster, then why do you talk so gently to me?" you whisper, and the hairs of his skin stand, sharp nails digging onto your skin. "so careful of my body, asking me for consent, even though you're salivating in hunger."

the smile you gave him made baizhu fall in love with you all over again, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers with his. "i think you are quite nice, person that i totally don't recognize." a soft chuckle escapes your lips, and it eases him how comfortable you were, worries melting into nothingness. "so please, tell me what i need to do to help you."

ah, he was so weak for you. baizhu wraps an arm around your neck, pulling you impossibly closer to him, capturing your lips once against with his. "then you better start fucking me," he demands, his other hand scoops the slick his body has been producing wildly, copious amounts in his hand and coating your dick with it himself.

you lean down to his ear, letting him hear all of the lewd sounds that escape your lips as he squeezes your length, stroking it with his experienced hands, and grazing his nails on a thick, bulging vein that makes you whimper onto his neck. you quickly caught on that he enjoyed your noises. his wetness felt cool on your throbbing cock, the squelch of each movement of his hand making you tremble above him, burying your nose onto his shoulder as he coos your name and played with your cock.

maybe you were just extra sensitive because you were... inexperienced... but there was something odd about his wetness. it made your dick tingle, ache, and burned fervidly. you felt lightheaded all of a sudden, your mind and body screaming at you to just have your cock inside of him.

it must be one of his succubus traits, you gulped nervously.

you were so cute, so pliant, despite having him underneath you. a surge of pride swells in his chest, digging his thumb onto your weeping slit, thoroughly satisfied at the moan that came from your trembling lips. he felt himself grow hungrier when you moved your head back, gazing at him with enchanted, half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and parted lips. baizhu has never felt so grateful for his night vision.

when his skillful hands lined up your cock to his hole, parting his glistening folds with your pulsating tip, you stop him for a moment, brows furrowed worriedly. "w-wait," you breathe, voice wavering, "what about you?"

baizhu merely laughs at your concern, cooing at you and caressing your cheeks, to which you leaned against his touch. "oh baby, you think i'd come here unprepared?" he chuckles, tone teasing as he pushes your cockhead into his awaiting hole while he thumbs your skin to soothe you, softening the creases that formed on your face. "now go ahead, put it in me, darling."

baizhu had bite down his bottom lip until he bled to stop himself from screaming, his back arched at the burning stretch as you slowly plunged your fat cock into his hole. no matter how much he prepared himself to take you, he still found himself getting split open by your sheer girth. he didn't expect you to be so big, his gummy walls fluttering around your throbbing cock.

you moaned, louder than before, when you bottomed out, patiently waiting for him to adjust to your length, like the gentleman you were, but you were grinding your hips against his. you clung tightly onto baizhu, overwhelmed at the warmth that surrounded your virgin cock as his pussy clamps down on you, sucking you in deeper.

all the while baizhu felt like he was high above the clouds, being stuffed full just by your dick inside of him—his body was elated, forked tongue poking out between his lips as he stared up at your eyes, full of lust and desire.

cursing underneath your breath, you grew weak on the knees, the blistering heat slowly spreading all over your body; from your stomach, crawling upwards and onto your chest, to the very tips of your toes. it was almost paralyzing, his insides squeezing your poor, sensitive cock, wrapped in mind-breaking euphoria.

"that's it," he sighs, pressing kisses all over your face, reassuring, though amused. "such a good boy, already so fucked out by just penetrating me?" baizhu smirks, his fingers playing with the curves of your face. you whine at his words, very embarrassed as you bury your face in his neck.

"hah- this feels-" you swallow a mouthful of saliva, panting and groaning at the foreign sensations, twitching and pulsing deep inside of him, "all i can think about is fucking you—it's your doing, right?"

baizhu bats his eyelashes innocently at you, tilting his head as he hums. "oh darling, you can't blame me for every nasty thought that invades your mind," he purrs teasingly, grinning playfully when you give him a huff. "i am flattered, though."

it didn't take long before baizhu told you to start moving. it started off slow, gentle, and unsure, eyes searching for baizhu's guidance. it made his heart soar at how adorable you were, pouting as you sloppily thrust into him, exerting much effort to not lose yourself in the pleasure. you wanted to please him, so attentive and caring to his body.

don't worry, baizhu is more than happy to tell you what to do. he taught you many things you never knew before, to angle your dick just right, hitting a spot buried deep inside of him that made him curl his toes and cry out in delight—to ram your fat cock into his sopping wet cunt as he clenches on you, bucking your hips fast and hard.

baizhu throws his head back, smiling and clawing at your biceps, leaving red, angry scratches on them. he moans your name, nothing but praise coming out of his plump lips and drowning your thoughts with addictive lust. "you're fucking into me soooo nicely, darling~" he gasped when you kept precisely hitting his sensitive spot, his walls spasming and convulsing around your ravishing cock.

you grasped his thighs, gripping on them so tightly it's bound to leave bruises as you follow his every order, fucking him just how he liked, the loud slapping of skin on skin filling your once peaceful bedroom. it turns you on further on how vile the wet squelch it makes at each thrust you give. you held onto him for your dear life, fucking him with all your strength, body trembling from the unbearable pleasure.

moaning and whimpering, your head hung as drool dripped down onto his chest, body compelled to keep moving. it felt so good, each drag of your cock inside of his velvety walls felt like fire onto your skin, each squeeze and grind, it's making you mad, completely hooked on the feeling.

"such an obedient pup," baizhu coos and you let out a whine at his praise, eyes wide and glittering with unshed tears, and his heart skips a beat when he saw how easily fucked out you were. "does it feel good? hm? my pussy feels good around your cock?" you nod vigorously, leaning closer to him and angling yourself to reach even deeper. it made baizhu take a sharp intake of air, moaning obscenely into your ear.

"f-fuuckk! hgnn~ c-c'mon, use your words~" he smiles when you choke on a moan, never stopping your movements even for a second. "you're a good boy, aren't you? i know you can do it, talk to me~"

"s-stop-" you heaved, voice garbled as you tried to speak between your filthy sounds, nails digging into his skin. his voice was like honey to your ears, drowning in the thick viscousness of his sickeningly sweet words, making it difficult for you to properly think. it was all too much, and he wasn't making it easy for you.

"oh? you don't like praise?" his golden eyes shone brightly, and his nails grazed your skin painfully, but you reveled in the pain, panting, and shaking as baizhu cupped your face into his hands. "how about i call you a filthy whore instead? wanting to fuck a succubus that could drain your life away~" he whispers into your ear with such a haughty lilt in his voice, tongue licking your earlobe.

even though he was getting fucked by your fat cock, drilling into his insides until it all felt like numbing mush, moaning in delight as he wraps his legs impossibly tighter around you, keeping you close and never letting you go, he has you under his control. it was as if he owned your body, and you would only obey him.

it made your head fuzzy just thinking about it.

"you like being told what to do, hm? like some mutt?"

his words were like electric shocks down your spine, you couldn't help but pound harder into his warm, addicting cunt, a cry leaving your lips when he clamped down onto your cock once more. like a hand, gripping tightly onto something he owns, and in this case, your cock belongs to his pussy.

"oh my!" he grits his teeth as he lets out a long, drawn-out moan, pulling your head to his chest as he rolls his eyes back. "shit, hnff- t-that god you more excited, huh? so pussy drunk that you're only thinking with your dick~"

suddenly, you let out a shout, squeezing your eyes shut and burying as deep as you could inside of baizhu, a tear rolling down your cheek as you shot thick ropes of your cum straight into his starving womb. and oh, baizhu took it all, a small, joyous yes yes yes! leaving his lips as he moved his hips against yours, not giving you a moment's rest as he fucks himself onto you.

you didn't know what came over you after you orgasmed into his welcoming pussy, but when the mark on his womb glowed a vibrant green, your body kept moving on its own, despite the sting of overstimulation overcoming your senses. you fucked him, again and again, pressing the pad of your thumb against his clit and fiercely rubbing it as you burrow into him, mind blank.

your body shivered, sobbing and drooling as you absentmindedly followed baizhu's every command, twitching and burning from the numbing pleasure, yet your body refused to stop, even after you've come numerous amounts of times inside of him.

baizhu's hair became a mess as he greedily took every load you'd spilled, absolutely obsessed at the warmth of your seed filling up his insides and forming a creamy ring on your cock. you looked so handsome crying, begging him for a break, and that you can't take it anymore.

despite this, you let him milk your cock for all it's worth, pumping him full until it leaks out of his hole, his ankles were now resting on your shoulders. you were so lost in the pleasure, hiccuping as you cum again for the nth time.

just one more, he promised, though he pushed you back, turning your bodies around so baizhu was straddling your lap. he began to ride you, with expert movements that had you mewling, your arm covering your face, moaning into the night, holding no regards for your neighbors through your thin walls.

his nails marked your chest, making it bleed along his scratches, grinding his hips onto yours. gods, you felt so fucking good, it was difficult for him to pull away. your length and girth were just perfect, his blood boiling in thrill and excitement just by having you inside of him. he wanted more and more, drinking in as much as you could give him. your essence was just so delectable, irresistible. it was all he could ever want to eat.

you moan in sync, watching baizhu as he arches his back so prettily on top of you, creaming around your cock. you could tell he was just as sensitive as you were, but his hips ceased to stop. shakily, you reached for his tail, which possessively curled around your fingers.

gently, as you always are, you kiss the heart-shaped tip of his tail, watery eyes, so unfocused, but stared into baizhu's eyes, so full of tenderness that it snapped him out of his frenzied stupor.

baizhu gasps, cradling your face into his hands as he frets over you when your head falls, catching your breath as if you've run a marathon. "oh archons," he calls your name, shaking you lightly, "are you okay!? im so sorry, i didn't mean to- i got carried away!" hearing the distress in his voice, you only put your hand atop of his, kissing his palms and giving him an adoring smile.

"m'fine," you rasp, and before baizhu knows it, there was a faint click! right beside him, and light engulfs your room. your eyes light up when you finally see him, his eyes wide in shock. "hah, knew it was you."

"you-i-" instead of reacting how he always thought you would, as all others have, you grabbed his hands, and pressed long, loving kisses on each knuckle. baizhu's stomach was doing flips at each kind gesture, and he was now acutely aware of how he could feel your seed sloshing in his womb whenever he moved. his cheeks flush in embarrassment. "y-you weren't supposed to see me!" he glares at you, fangs bared threateningly.

though you can't bring yourself to fear him—not when he's panting, covered in sweat that gleamed at the orange light from your lamp, his face red, and eyes still full of carnal desire. but you know, behind his hunger, was nothing but love, adoring and fragile. "it's okay," you whisper as you sit yourself up, leaning back against the headboard, "it's okay to be seen."

your fingers twirled around a loose strand of his hair, planting a kiss on it while your eyes were on him, other hand caressing the ever-glowing mark on his swelling tummy. "please, let me see you." you kiss his jawline, and baizhu groans when you press onto his abdomen, so full—both of your lust and love. "let me love you."

his eyes burned as he let you wrap your arms around him, engulfing him in a hug he has long yearned from you. "go ahead, love," his skin crawls at the pet name, rolling so naturally from your tongue, so heavenly to his ears. "i know you still need more. i can take it."

baizhu has a lot of worries, especially concerning you. but at that moment, when you held him so tenderly, connected, with nothing but love in your gaze and a smile on your lips as you kissed him—it felt like everything was alright.

the world was nothing, and it was just the two of you, in each other's arms, lips locked; nothing could separate the two of you.

he may have fears, ones that will probably never go away for as long as he lives. but with you saying his name so softly, caressing his sensitive skin, and telling him it was okay for him to keep taking from you, despite your creeping exhaustion—he wants to have you by his side for a little longer, if not, forever.

because with you, baizhu thinks that everything will be fine.

"...just say you want more of me," he replies, hiding his face from you, to which you merely laughed at. "you freak... letting a succubus fuck you..."

"please, stop ignoring my heartfelt confessions and countering them with something mean," you pout, your thumb wiping away the stray tear that trailed down his cheek.

baizhu just pins you down, grinding his hips and making you roll your eyes, mouth open from a breathless moan. "keep quiet pet, i'm not done with you." he threatens, but you just smile,

"i love you."

gods, he hates how this all feels so normal with you, his poor heart that was boarded up in the beginning, all so vulnerable and raw before you.

but perhaps,

"...i love you too."

everything will be quite alright.

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⋆꙳✧༄ Faking an orgasm

꒰ ͜͡➸ How they react (and punish) you for faking an orgasm

❖ Characters: Geto, Gojo, Toji

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, unprotected sex, creampie, thigh riding, mentions of fingering and masturbation/toys, degradation (reader being called "bitch", "pet"), reader getting called "Angel", "bunny", "baby"

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☰ Geto:

ꕤ You were just exhausted from the day and somehow your head was everywhere but in the moment despite wanting nothing more than for your boyfriend to rail you like he was at the moment

ꕤ Geto had you on all fours before taking a fist full of hair to pull you up against his chest and you could feel his hips stutter

ꕤ Not wanting him to hold back you just faked it - giving it your best act

ꕤ He scoffed and pushed you into the mattress, your hips still high as your head got buried in the surface beneath you but he pulled out right before he came, letting his seed shoot over the globes of your ass and lower back

ꕤ You pouted at that “you promised to cum inside tonight,” you whined and heard him chuckle while shaking his head

ꕤ “Only good girls get filled with my cum - and you certainly aren't one,” he hissed before releasing your hair from his tight grip and you knew that he didn't believe that fake orgasm

ꕤ Before you were able to explain yourself to him, he patted his thigh, his back resting against the headboard “If you still want to cum you gotta work for it.”

ꕤ You were pouting but yes, yes you wanted to release so badly, unsure why you even faked it but this was your punishment now

ꕤ You straddled one of his thighs, his hands having a death grip on your hips to rut you against his leg at his desired speed - slow and with barely any pressure, making sure to let you suffer

ꕤ “Go ahead, dove, thank me for helping you,” He hummed, a playful smirk on his lips

ꕤ Without thinking much, you started thanking him for being so generous, for helping you to find pleasure. It made you feel so ashamed of faking it but that's exactly what he wanted

ꕤ “Keep up this slow pace, be a good girl and i might even slip a finger into your weeping cunt,” He breathed against your ear, knowing how much you love to ride his fingers

☰ Gojo:

ꕤ Gojo knew something felt off when your moans weren't the same, sounding rather fake so it came as no surprise when you faked it

ꕤ You don't even know why you did it, things just didn't feel as intense or like you're gonna release any time soon and hoped he wouldn't notice - bot oh he did notice

ꕤ He just continued as if he didn't know and finished a short while later but rolled off right away, a playful smile on his lips and that's when you knew that you're fucked

ꕤ “Have fun finishing yourself off then,” He hummed unbothered, that teasing smirk only getting bigger when he saw your mortified face

ꕤ “Didn't think i would notice, hm bunny?” He asked amused before turning to face you, his head propped up on one arm

ꕤ You felt like a deer in headlights under his mocking gaze along with his teasing and somehow you really hoped he would help you release

ꕤ But Gojo wouldn't be Gojo if he wouldn't be a menace, slender fingers dancing over your skin, always close but never touching the areas you needed him so desperately

ꕤ “Is my cock not good enough anymore? Do you need your own little fingers now? Maybe even your adorable toy? yeah, i know of your little secrets,” He teases relentlessly, making you flustered but oh so turned on

ꕤ “Go ahead and touch yourself for me… let me see,” he giggled, wanting to guide your movements with his voice now

ꕤ He wouldn't touch you in order to help you, that was your little punishment

☰ Toji:

ꕤ RIP to your little kitty

ꕤ Why you thought faking it is a good idea? Maybe because you know exactly how mad he gets after

ꕤ It hurts his ego more than anything that he can't satisfy you to the point where you see it necessary to fake it but you love how he reacts so you fake it

ꕤ Tojis hips slow down in pace when your walls don't grip him like a vice as they usually do and with one swift movement he manhandles you into a mating press

ꕤ “Think I'm too dumb to notice, angel? Let me teach you a lesson” he growls while he pushes your legs tightly against your chest, his cock now deeper than before which made you whimper

ꕤ “That's what I thought. Crying for me like a bitch in heat,” he continues to degrade you but this is a punishment, you're not getting it the way you want it

ꕤ His pace is now oh so slow, far too slow for your liking but you feel the tip of his length drag against your walls and brushing against all the right spots and it made you lose your mind

ꕤ You were now stuck, folded in half between your lover and the mattress while he tortured you with slow thrusts, a mischievous grin painted on his face that screamed victory as degrading words fell from his lips

ꕤ You were a mess by the time he was done with you, far too overstimulated and every drag of his cock along your walls borderline painful

ꕤ "Who knew my baby can only cum when degraded into nothing but a hole for me to fuck," he chuckled before pulling out so you won't even get the satisfaction of being filled

ꕤ Toji came over your face just to degrade you some more “go clean yourself up. You're such a mess,” he ordered but waited for your return

ꕤ When you were back in his arms he hummed softly “did you learn your lesson now, angel?”

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Not Again - Part Twelve

Summary: Y/n is desperate to save her mate, they keep telling her he will be fine, but she knows something is wrong

Warnings: ANGSTY!!!! Madja is a good healer I swear, it’s solely for the plot

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-Part Twelve-

Wake up, please wake up. Faint, desperate words in his mind. Not his shadows, the voice was female, with a soft, swirling accent like the mountain breeze running through his hair. There’s a feeling, like this female is everything, that he needs to get to her, to tell her something. Fight, Az, come back.

He tried, so hard, it hurt to much.

Mate, mate, mate.

The word beats in her head in time with his heart. She could feel it, beating in time with her own, across the bridge between their souls, the shadowy tether that she could feel like another limb connecting them.

Mate, mate, mate.

Azriel was her mate, this male, laying before her, thick bandages wrapped over the wound on his chest from the arrow he took because of her. Because of a broken goddess, because she knew the anger, the ferocity caused by a mate being hurt, would unlock that fire in Y/n, Mala’s own power, the only thing strong enough to finally kill her. Her mother had only a drop of it left, Y/n had inherited a deep well of it, deeper than she thought she had, a final gift from Mala.

Amren theorized that Deanna had opened the gate that brought Y/n to them. That she was trying to bring Y/n to whatever world she’d been trapped in, to use the power in her veins to gift her the death she desired, but something happened when the gate opened, the bond between her and Azriel had altered her course, had brought her to him. A gift from the Wyrd, to find her mate all the way across the stars.

Mate, mate, mate.

The gate Y/n had opened had been hijacked by Deanna before it could find Terrasen, and the goddess was able to take the Walking Dead and open her own gate. Amren assumed that, without Deanna’s interference, the gate would work as it should, that they would be able to try it again. She could go home now, could see her parents, her family, Terrasen.

Mate, mate, mate.

It had been nearly a week, since Deanna, since that arrow had pierced Azriel’s chest and she had felt that mating bond between them. Felt it thin as his heart slowed in his chest. It had felt like she was dying with him. A healer, Madja, had tried to lay her hands on him, Y/n had been so deep in a furious red haze that she almost burned the female alive. A red shield had surrounded her as Cassian had ripped her away, she’d almost killed him too, Madja had to heal the burns left on his arms. Feyre had been the one to finally calm her down, arms covered in cold water so she could hold onto Y/n’s scorching skin.

“He’s okay!” She had screamed, when the water had started to boil. “She’s healing him, Y/n look! It missed his heart, he’s okay!”

Y/n had watched the arrow clatter to the floor, the blood coating it, and the wound slowly stitching together beneath the healer’s hands. Feyre let her go, only when Y/n had gone practically limp in her arms. She’d crumbled to the floor, no longer supported by the High Lady, and she crawled towards him, laid down beside him, and pulled on that bond, refusing to let him go.

A week had passed, and she hadn’t attempted to open a gate, to go home, she’d barely even left his room. She couldn’t, not when he was still asleep, not when this bond in her chest was the only indication that he was still alive. Would she still feel it if she left? Will it feel like when he’d almost died, that thinning, that pain, that fear? The thought was so terrifying, so painful, she couldn’t even attempt it, wouldn’t step in that room that still smelled of his blood.

Wake up, shadowsinger, please.

He didn’t.

The inner court checked on her and Azriel periodically, rotating through, Rhys, Feyre, Cassian, Mor, Nesta, Elain, Lucien, over and over again. Even Amren had visited a few times, she’d been the one to finally drag her to the dining room to eat with the rest of the court.

“You can come back and wallow in your misery after you eat, girl.”

Amren didn’t practice kindness, not in the way many would. Forcing her out of that room, quite literally dragging her down the hall, was her form of being kind, of reaching out to make sure Y/n was okay. She wasn’t, she was far from okay, but she let the tiny female force her into her seat, met the concerned eyes of each of the court members, and ate whatever the house forced onto her plate.

“He’ll be okay,” Cassian says gently, his own voice weighed down by his concern for his brother, “Madja has healed worse injuries, he’s had worse.”

She didn’t want to know what those injuries were, “I know.”

“Y/n-“

“How long did you all know,” she cuts him off, looking between each of them, “That he and I were mates? I’m assuming you all know.”

A few of them had the decency to look ashamed. Feyre especially, who gives her mate a hard stare, no doubt speaking to him in his mind. By the way he winces, Y/n assumes it’s not a pleasant conversation.

“After the fight you two had,” Rhys starts, “I had Amren ask the Book of Breathings for more answers, she wrung the information out of it. I told Azriel what it had said, I left it to him on how to tell you.”

After their fight, when he’d disappeared for hours and hours, when she’d felt so lost and miserable, an echo of how he felt. He’d come back, had known exactly how awful she was feeling, called her a coward.

“I wanted to tell you,” Feyre says, glaring at her family around her, “I know how awful it is to be left in the dark-“

“He should have told me,” Y/n says, no heat, no anger, “Azriel should have told me.”

Cassian winces at the cold emptiness in her voice, “He wanted to, but he didn’t want to burden you with it, to hold you back from getting home.”

“He should have told me,” she says again, voice so cold, “He doesn’t get to call me a coward, while he was hiding this.”

“Y/n,” Mor’s gentle voice, “He didn’t want to hurt you.”

Of course he didn’t, that’s not why she was upset. She knew that Azriel cared about her, cared enough that he would suffer beneath the weight of this mating bond alone so she wouldn’t have to. He would take an arrow for her, again and again, and that was terrifying, that he would die for her without ever telling her why. That he would die and leave her behind knowing that she lost the mate she hadn’t even known she’d had.

Y/n stands, ignoring the pity in their eyes, the understanding in the eyes of the High Lady’s, the anger on her behalf from Nesta, the disappointment from Amren. She didn’t want any of it, any of them, she wanted her mother, her father, her family. More than anything, she wanted Azriel.

Days passed, Azriel kept sleeping. Something was wrong, so unbelievably wrong, he should have woken by now, he’d been asleep to long. Y/n couldn’t do anything, the panic pressing down like the mountain had crumbled around her, pinning her beneath the red stone. She yanked on that bond, begging and yelling for him to, wake up, wake up, please, Az, wake up.

Nothing, just that faint steady presence of his heartbeat, the bridge of shadows dark on his side like he couldn’t even dream in his sleep.

Madja looked him over, changing his bandages, she found nothing wrong, he just needed rest. That’s what they all kept telling her, he’ll be okay, Y/n, he needs to rest.

She wanted to scream, to burn the next fae that told her he was okay, he wasn’t, something was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.

Please, Azriel, I need you to wake up.

He wanted to tell her something, needed to tell her something. He tried so hard to wake, to reach for her, but he couldn’t.

I’m here, Princess. I’m here.

“Help,” she’s screaming, “Help, please! Cassian!”

Azriel’s body violently shakes beneath her hands, his skin hot and coated in sweat. She’d woken to his limbs colliding with her own, part of her had thought he’d woken up, but when she’d shot up, seen his eyes still closed, felt the intense pain coming from him down the bond, she screamed and screamed for help.

A seizure, he was having a seizure. She’d spent time in the southern continent, at the torre with her aunt. Learning the basics of healing because she was fascinated with it as a young teenager. There had been a man who was yelling for help, his wife had collapsed in the street and she was shaking. The healers had helped her, her aunt had described the situation as a seizure, told her what to do. She knew what to do, but in this moment she was panicking to much to do it.

The door slams open, Cassian running, dagger in hand, “Mother above.”

“Get the healer,” she screams, “Get Rhys, Feyre, anyone, please!”

That far away look in his eyes, “They’re on their way, just hold on.”

“Help me turn him on his side,” Y/n pleads, forcing herself to breathe, to do what her aunt had instructed her to do.

Cassian rushes to her, helping her haul his brother up and onto his side, “How long has he been like this?”

“I don’t know, a few minutes maybe,” she says, “Where’s Madja?”

“Almost here,” he answers, that look in his eye, “Rhys is flying them up now.”

Y/n gently holds Azriel, his shaking form beneath her palms, whispering down that shadowy bridge between them, You’re okay, it’s going to be okay, it’s okay.

She didn’t believe herself at all. Not even when the seizure subsided, not when Madja had arrived with a frantic Rhys in tow, not when she checked him over and found nothing outwardly wrong with him.

“All we can do is wait,” Madja says, laying a gentle hand on Y/n’s shoulder, before leaving with Rhys and Cassian.

She couldn’t wait anymore.

The room is pitch black, the moon and stars covered by clouds in the sky, the only light comes from the small candle in her hand. It still smells of his blood, the whole room reeks of it, his combining with her own.

The cut on her arm was a dull ache, barely noticeable beneath the pain and fear in her heart. Her blood was warm on her fingertips, she pressed them to the floor and drew, drew the symbols she’d memorized, drew the name she had learned as a child, one of many.

Her voice sounded hallow in her ears, the painful words tearing through her vocal chords. The blood turns green, casting the room in its sickly light. Her hands shook as she finished, wide eyes staring into the darkness.

“What is that?”

She almost sobs at the voice, at the woman who comes into view, peering into the gate. The only person she could think of that would know what to do, to save him.

“Yrene,” her voice broke as the woman’s eyes landed on her, “I need your help.”

“Oh gods,” her aunt sobs loudly, “Y/n, my darling girl where have you-“

The door behind her aunt flies open, a man as familiar as her own father running through, sword raised to protect his wife, “What is it? What’s wrong-”

He spots the gate, sliding to a stop, “Y/n? My gods-“

“Please,” Y/n sobs, “I need help, please something is wrong, he won’t wake up, a seizure, he can’t, I can’t-“

“Y/n slow down,” Chaol lowers his sword, “Sweetheart breathe, calm down, who’s hurt, where are you?”

“Yrene please, he needs your help,” Y/n begs, she falls to her knees, her hands raised over her head, palms up, “Please, help him.”

There’s a shift in the air as Yrene steps through the gate, Y/n sobs when her aunt’s hands grasp her own. Yrene pulls Y/n to her feet, supporting her weight. Behind her, Chaol takes a step towards them but Yrene shakes her head.

“Get Aelin and Rowan,” she commands.

Chaol looks ready to argue, but a sharp look from his wife has him nodding once, “Be careful, my love”

“Where is he?”

Y/n runs, forcing herself to slow down, to keep pace with Yrene’s human form. She follows that bond, pulling on it, feeling the heartbeat on the other side and nothing more. It was like Azriel was barely there, blocked, hidden from her.

She felt then, a rumbling power, night kissed darkness. Rhys was coming, he’d felt the portal open no doubt, she didn’t care to stop, to explain to him what she had done. He could wait, Azriel couldn’t.

The door to his room is wide open, the house already knew what was happening, the room lit by fae lights. Yrene didn’t hesitate, just ran to the bed, to Azriel.

“What happened?”

It was a struggle to keep calm long enough to briefly describe what had happened, that he’d been shot in the chest by the goddess Deanna, that he’d been in a coma ever since. Yrene lays her hands over Azriel’s chest, faint warm light glowing from her palms. Her magic searching, washing over him and into that wound beneath his bandages.

“What is this?” That night kissed power explodes into the room, “Get your hands off my brother!”

Y/n throws herself in his path, a cold harsh wind blowing him back, “Rhys stop! She’s helping him, this is my aunt, I told you about her.”

“You opened a gate? Alone?” His voice is scathing, “What if something had happened again? You almost died last time! Damnit Y/n, you could have asked-”

“I needed to do something, I couldn’t keep waiting,” she snaps, her voice breaking, “Rhys I can’t- I can’t lose him.”

The anger in Rhys shatters, “I know, Y/n, I know, me too.”

“I don’t know what’s going on over there,” Yrene calls out, “But I could use some help.”

Y/n turns from Rhys, offering no translation, “What? what is it?”

“There’s something here,” Yrene says, hand hovering over the bandages, “Magic, it’s old, older than the valg. It feels similar though, to what was paralyzing your uncle, it’s attached to his heart.”

“What can I do?”

“Hold him down,” she says, “Get the angry one to help, this is probably going to hurt really bad.”

“Rhys,” Y/n throws over her shoulder, “Help me hold him down.”

The High Lord does without hesitation, “What’s wrong with him? What is she doing?”

Almost in response, Azriel screams. Arching off the bed, wings flaring beneath him, almost knocking Y/n over. Rhys throws his weight over his brothers kicking legs, using some of that power to restrain him. Y/n’s own wind holds Azriel down where she can’t reach, keeping his arm from swinging into Yrene.

His screams are so achingly painful, shouting down the bond between them, the first sign of him she’d had in nearly two weeks.

“You’re okay,” she shushes him, “It’s going to be okay. Just hold on.”

He screams and screams, tears streaming down his cheeks. Y/n can only hold on, can only cry with him. Every feeling is thrown down the bond, like it had been opened like a door between their minds, pain, fear, agony, Y/n could feel it all like it was her own chest, like it was being torn open, like her heart was being ripped out.

“I’ve almost got it,” her aunt says through clenched teeth, “Just a little while longer.”

Hold on, just hold on. She hopes he can hear her, he only screams in response. Roaring loud enough to shake the mountain beneath them. She screams with him, her already hoarse voice shattering, she could taste blood on her tongue.

A bright silver light shines through Yrene’s warm healing glow. It nearly blinds Y/n, she has to squint to see what it even was. Slowly pulling it from Azriel’s chest, it looked almost like a worm made of moon fire, writhing inside a bubble of Yrene’s magic.

Azriel slumps to the bed, breathing hard and fast, his eyes do not open. Y/n collapses against him, cradling his head to her chest, her fingers running through his hair.

“What is that?”

She looks up at Rhys, “One last fuck you from Deanna.”

The magic reeks of the goddess, a shred of her left in it, mocking, laughing. Y/n holds out her hand, and her aunt wordlessly drops the silver thing into her hand. It writhes in her palm, she glares at it, at the final shred of the wretched goddess.

“Go to Hel,” she spits, and her palm lights in the deepest, hottest blue flame, until there’s nothing left.

Wake, wake up, here, she’s here, wake up, tell her, wake up! The voices hurt his head, adding to the pain that radiates through his whole body. It hurt, his head, his chest, his heart, it all hurt.

He couldn’t force his eyes to open, so he relies on his other senses. He was laying down, surrounded by soft pillows and blankets, warm. From the scent surrounding him, he was in his own room, but there was another scent, pine and snow and embers, home. It clung to the pillows beside him, he wants to turn his face into it and inhale deeply. He tries, but the motion causes his already aching head to scream in pain.

“Az?”

That voice, soft and swirling air, the northern breeze that caught in his wings and lifted him high into the sky. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard, her voice, the one he’d heard in his dreams, the one begging him to wake. He had to tell her something, desperately needed to tell her.

“Princess-“ he coughs, his throat felt like sand paper, felt like he had been screaming.

“Here,” she says.

He feels the bed dip beside him, something cold presses to his lips, water. The cold liquid slides over his tongue soothing the pain in his throat. He drinks deeply for several seconds, groaning when she takes the glass away.

“You’ll make yourself sick,” she chides.

He wanted to open his eyes, to see her, to tell her everything, “Princess, I-“

Her hand in his, so right, so perfect, “I know, shadowsinger, I know.”

Azriel finally forces his eyes open, the sunlight shines through the open curtains, settling over her like a blanket of gold. Beautiful, so achingly beautiful. He could feel her, that tether of shadow more like a solid bridge between them.

“You know,” he breathes, “How-“

“You should have told me,” she stops him, her hand shaking in his palm, “Gods, Az, you should have told me. Instead, I watched an arrow go into your chest, I felt you dying on the other side of the bond.”

The words send a shock of pain through his chest, like that arrow was finding home in his heart once again. It echoes the pain she felt, still feels.

“It felt like I was dying with you,” she says, her eyes burning with lingering rage, “I killed her. I didn’t think, couldn’t, I felt that bond in my chest, knew that you were my mate, and she had tried to take you from me. I burned her to nothing but ash.”

Azriel could only stare at the female, she had killed a goddess, an ancient terrible creature, for him. His mate, his viscous warrior of a mate, gods killer.

“You should have told me,” she repeats again, and Azriel can feel the anger and the fear she feels, “You almost died, and I- I didn’t- I couldn’t- You“

“I’m sorry.” The broken words tear into his heart, “I’m so sorry, Princess.”

“I know,” she takes a deep breath, “I know why you hid it, I understand that, I just- I almost lost you before I’d even known I had you.”

Her face falls, looking down at the hands in her lap that fidget with the loose black fabric. Night court black, it almost seemed like mourning black to Azriel.

“Hey.” It takes more effort than he’s willing to admit to lift his scarred hand to her cheek, turning her face back to him, “I’m okay, you still have me, if you still want me.”

Her eyes are lined with silver tears as she nods once, a simple gesture that breaks and rebuilds every part of his soul. He didn’t need some big mating ceremony, didn’t need a party, didn’t need her to offer him food, just that nod, that simple yes, was more than enough.

Despite the pain, Azriel sits up, cradling her face in the palm of his hand, marveling at the sight of her wide eyes, no cold, no heat, just full of wonder. A single tear runs down her cheek and Azriel leans in, kissing away the drop.

“You’re my mate,” he whispers against her skin, it feels like a weight lifting off his shoulders, off his heart, “Mine.”

She pulls back, just enough to look into his eyes and say, “And you are mine.”

Azriel runs his thumb over the apple of her cheek, “My beautiful, wonderful, vicious mate.”

She smiles and he could fall apart completely. He looks down at those lips, soft and sweet, and Azriel kisses his mate, and for once in his life, everything felt right.

Y/n had been the first to pull away from the kiss, so achingly gentle, “You must be starving.”

Azriel’s eyes were firmly locked on her lips as he said, “Yes I am.”

Every instinct in him was roaring to keep kissing her, to do more than that. His mate, gods this was his mate.

“You’ve been asleep for nearly two weeks, you need to eat.”

That gets his attention, his dark brows furrowed, “Two weeks?”

“The others are waiting in the dining room,” she says gently, “We can wait, we’ll go whenever you’re ready, but your family is desperate to see you.”

He’d been asleep for two weeks, they’d be beside themselves with worry, his brothers especially. There’s two voices in his head, one begging to see them, one that remembers that they’d also seen that arrow go into his chest, had watched as he nearly died. The other voice begs him to stay, to lay this female down and claim her in every way he could, his mate.

“You’re still recovering,” Y/n says, hand coming up to rest on the bandages over his chest, “Eat first, see your family. I’m not going anywhere.”

Yet. That unspoken word, she wasn’t going anywhere yet. He wonders if she heard it too, wonders if she could feel his heart squeeze painfully in his chest.

Azriel wants to scream, instead he swallows it down and says, “Food first then.”

Y/n smiles and Azriel memorizes the image of her, tucks it away for later, ignoring the feeling of sand trickling down an hour glass, like their time was running out.

“Here, let me help.” She stands, grabbing a shirt from the wardrobe.

Azriel throws the covers off, feeling the sore and stiff muscles throughout his body. He forces himself through it, to lift his arms as she pulls the shirt over his head, to breathe as her hands button the shirt beneath his wings. Each step he takes feels like fire lancing through him, he doesn’t wince, doesn’t complain, only holds onto her hand as she guides them through the halls closer and closer to his family.

“Hold on.” He stops, pulling on her hand just before they turn that final corner, “Give me a second.”

Worried eyes, searching him head to toe, “What is it? What’s wrong? Do you need to sit down?”

Azriel smiles, “I’m alright, Princess.”

“What-“

He doesn’t give her the chance to finish her sentence, his arms wrapping around her waist and tugging her to his chest. The smallest gasp leaves her lips and he breathes it in as his lips find hers. He needed one more kiss, to steady himself, to prepare himself for the overbearing love and care from his family.

Y/n holds tightly to his shirt, “Az.”

He squeezes her hips, his name on her tongue was one of his favorite sounds. He hums against her lips, memorizing the feel of this too.

“Az I need to tell you-“

It could wait, everything could wait. He needed her now, who knew how much time he had left with her. He kisses her like he was trying to steal the air from her lungs, so entwined with her, with the feeling of her mouth, of her hands, of her body, his defenses down. Not even his shadows warned him.

A blade pressed between his shoulders, between his wings, the sharp tip digging in just enough to sting, and a lethally calm voice, “I recommend you take your hands off my daughter.”

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#a little shorter but whatever #I desperately want to write the next part #it didn’t fit in with this one #acotar #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar x reader #rowaelin daughter #rowaelin #not again

[f4nrir]

Request: [Mig + Tall!M!Reader], comfort or smut its your pick

Miguel suffers from uncomfortable side-effects of the DNA alterations (think werewolf where its a full moon-y occurance) that makes him more feral and bitey, Reader comforts him.

relieve me

— pairing; miguel o’hara x male reader

cw: sub!miguel, dom!reader, comfort / soft in the beginning, hand job (reader giving), praise, lil bit of degradation.

word count: 1.1k

miguel seemed more agitated than usual as he bounced his leg up and down in anticipation, unable to keep still in his position. you reached for his head, wanting to brush a few strands of hair off his face but he grabbed your hand before you could do so. his talons dug into your skin causing you to yank your hand away, hissing in pain as you glanced down at your palm. they didn’t pierce your skin but it hurt enough and miguel noticed it, turning his head away in shame.

“what’s this about?” you questioned as you approached him once again, careful with your movements so you didn’t set him off. miguel let out a small huff, still unable to sit still until you put a hand on his shoulder. it seemed to ground him as he began to loosen up, noticing how his body softened at your touch.

he turned to look up at you with sad eyes, slightly intimidated by how you towered over him. you noticed his deep crimson hues as he spoke, “the serum– it’s not working that well right now, it’s suffocating to deal with the alterations,” he murmured, a slight whine becoming apparent in his voice towards the end. you swiftly moved your other hand to run your fingers through his hair, pulling his head toward your body and he obliged by burying his face into your abdomen. soon after, you gently rubbed his back and he hummed in pleasure.

you urged him up from his seat, causing him to groan. “c’mon baby, let me help you” he perked up at your words and stood up from his seat then followed you into your shared bedroom. you sat on the bed and patted the space between your legs as you leaned against your bed frame, finding a comfortable position to stay in. miguel tilted his head before scurrying to find his spot, his back facing you as he laid down between your legs. you massaged his scalp and trailed your hands to his broad shoulders, squeezing at his muscles. a small grunt escaped his mouth as you continued, now focusing on his arms. he leaned into your body and looked up at you, a small pout forming on his face. you chuckled and placed a soft kiss on his forehead, then scattered it all throughout his face.

“you feeling better?” you asked as you held his face in between your hands, your thumbs gently caressing his cheeks. he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, “much better. thank you.. but” he shifted a bit, not paying too much attention to his movements. he gently grabbed your hand and placed it on his crotch, grinding against your palm as he kept your hand in place. “i think this is much better, no?

you let out a sigh as you slowly palmed him through his pants, giving in to his desire. miguel’s breath hitched at the touch and bit down on his lip to prevent himself from moaning. your other hand made its way up his shoulder and then to his neck, wrapping your hand thoroughly around it. miguel whined at your touch as he bucked his hips into your hand, desperately searching for friction to use.

your fingers squeezed in the area right below his jaw and you leaned your face down, only an inch away from his ear. you closed up the space and nipped at the curve of his ear, your hot breath fanning against him which caused a shiver to go down his spine. deciding he couldn’t take it anymore, he put your hand in his pants and forcibly touched himself to feel some sort of relief. you slightly struggled to get your hand out of his grip but once you were able to, you roughly grabbed his face.

“look at you, acting like a pathetic dog in heat” you paused, before tightening your grip further, “how about you be a good boy and listen to me, yeah?” he whimpered at your assertiveness, finding it attractive with how easily you were able to gain control of him. you pressed pressure on the tips of your fingers, reminding him to answer you. he quickly nodded his head, fully surrendering himself.

you chuckled as you pressed your lips to his forehead, before trailing your hand down to his neglected cock. he whined into your touch, lifting his hips just enough to get more friction. “please, please more sir” he begged whilst muttering it under his breath, giving into his wants and pulled his pants down just enough for his cock to be let loose. miguel looked down at your hands, memorizing each movement as you worked on him and soft moans would leave his lips as you progressed.

“mi querido.. look at how pretty you look while i’m touching you, hm?” you coo in his ear, placing a soft kiss to his temple as you stroked his cock and teased his slit with your fingers. miguel moaned at the contact and attempted to move his hips away, but was stopped when you easily trapped him in between your legs. “you’re doing good baby, i know you want this. you want some relief, don’t you?”

miguel couldn’t speak, as moans spewed from his lips and whispers of your name left his tongue. you couldn’t help yourself either at the sight of him like this and began grinding on him, taking whatever friction was there to be offered. he leaned into your body to give you some relief, causing a slight groan to escape from your mouth. “sir, please… i’m so close please let me cum.. please!” he pleaded as he looked up at you, searching for approval.

“how could i say no to you? come on guapo, show me how good you feel,” miguel began to buck his hips up into the air with your words of encouragement, his desperation only growing further.

“please..” he muttered under his breath as he began to shake underneath you, fastening your pace on his cock while your other hand soothed his shoulders. “c’mon baby, come for me” and just with those words, miguel threw his head back into your chest as he coated your hand and his stomach with his cum. a guttural mewl mixed with his desperate moans emitted from him as he came and his chest heaved, attempting to catch his breath.

“you did so well.. good job love,” you placed a kiss on his forehead once again before placing another on his lips, his sharp fangs lightly grazing your lip. he pulled you in for a deeper and more passionate kiss, causing you to moan into his mouth. “more,” he whispered as he began to move against you, purposefully grinding on your bulge. you grip at his waist, holding him in place as he continued.

“can’t get enough of me, can you?”

tag: @anglhrts

#— zeppelin’s files 📁 #miguel o'hara x male reader #male reader #miguel o'hara x reader #top male reader #dom male reader #miguel o'hara x you #spiderman 2099 #x you #x reader #sub character #mlm smut #spiderman 2099 x you

[littlestarconch]

Sense of Longing

Pairing : Xavier , Zayne , Rafayel x Reader

→ Hurt/Comfort ; Headcanon form ; Separate ; Established Relationship

🪄 :: Cruel 😭 , Now I feel guilty for even thinking about leaving.

Xavier

Literally turning the world upside down trying to find you.

Sleeping away his desires.

Sometimes he would even hallucinate that you're in front of him.

There are days where he dreamt about you, but then he woke up— making him felt even more lonelier than before.

Fighting wanderers even more aggressively due to his mind is only filled with you, who did not respond to his texts, nor read them!

It left him devastated, though he may not show them physically.

But his actions are getting more and more reckless each day that passes without you.

There are also times where he got injured because of this recklessness.

And you know what he did? He left it as it is, just letting it heal by 'itself'.

Your return— feels unreal for him

It feels like it's a dream, he was sleeping like usual, but hearing your voice woke him up.

It took him a good minute to realize he's not dreaming.

He would talk to you like how he usually is in his dreams, that is until he felt your warmth on his skin.

He stared at you, his hand unconsciously reached out to your arms.

When he' sure enough that it's actually you— be prepared because he will pull you into his arms.

Heavens! He will refuse to let go even! You have to push him away if you want to breathe.

But I believe y'all won't push him away.

Ever since your return, your first week is filled with Xavier just clinging onto you everywhere you go.

Not quite literally, but you get me.

Sleeping, with you in his arms, is a must.

If not, he will not be able to go to sleep.

Also please comfort him, he had been sleep deprived ever since the day you left without saying anything </3

He longed to be comforted in your arms, feeling your fingers running through his hairlocks.

He longed for listening to your heartbeat, listening to your voice.

He missed them, too much that it hurts.

He didn't realize how much he missed you until you appeared again in front of him.

Zayne

Working.

Doing his thing like usual, though, he will unconsciously look over his phone to see the long waited notification from a certain someone.

When he did not see anything, he, felt quite, weird at first.

Is it worry? Is it sadness? What is it??

At first he will simply shook the feeling away.

But he will no longer able to ignore them after a week have passed.

A week without any news from you left him confused and worried.

He will also not show this feeling, he is literally so stoic no one would be able to figure out he's actually missing you.

Even he, himself, didn't realize he missed you.

He buried himself in his work, staying up late. Even went as far as pulling an all nighter.

There are days where he accidentally fell asleep in his office due to the lack of sleep he gets.

He will still, unconsciously look over his phone to see if there's anything news coming from you despite him burying himself in work.

Other doctors and nurses is definitely worried about him, he had not left the hospital for a long time.

They literally had to send him home to make him go take a proper rest.

Since your disappearance, he would try do things that you usually do.

But everytime he did so, his mind wander off to the memory of being together with you.

Your smile, your voice, your touch.

He missed them.

A lot.

And he is well aware of how much he needed to see your smile, to hear your voice, to feel your touch once more.

Your return— made him want to immediately pull you into his arms and never let you go.

Upon seeing you in front of him, he wanted to just engulf you into his hold, and just stay like that till he let go and probably will be more than 30 minutes.

But he kept the feeling down by checking if you have any injuries while you were gone.

If you confirm there are no injuries, he will let out his desperation.

Of how much he missed you, slowly approaching you.

His hand on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand brushed against the lines of your cheek.

Do the same to him, holding his face with both of your hands.

You will see how he just melt into your hold, kissing your palm as he pulled you even closer to him.

Soon he finally engulfed you into his arms, burying his face to the crook of your neck.

Whispering how much he missed you.

Make sure you spare some time for him now, because he will not let you go.

Rafayel

Good God.

He is very worried. Like literally. But on the first week, he would be quite grumpy of how you're not even reading his messages.

But after 2 weeks of no news from his favorite bodyguard turned his angry thoughts to worry.

He had stopped painting after a week have passed without any texts coming from your side.

His mind could not think of any inspiration, all he could think about is just,

Where are you? Are you hurt?

So many thoughts coming through his mind, but he tried to push them off by telling himself that you can handle yourself without any help from him.

But even so, that did not calm his mind at all.

There are days where he went to the beach at late night.

Watching the seas as his mind wanders off thinking about you.

The studio felt so cramped despite the large size, is it because of the messiness in it?

He refuses to clean up the mess, since he thought that no one will come to visit anyway.

You are literally just, disappeared without a trace, and not even saying a single word to him.

It left him devastated.

He is not aware how much he missed you, he thought that he can handle by being himself like how he used to be.

But you proofed him wrong.

Your return— made him realize how much he missed you.

He couldn't even get angry at you because of how much he longed to see you.

Hearing your voice alone washes the worry away and replaced them with relief.

If you ever ask about him being angry, he will immediately say he's not.

He couldn't.

Not when this feeling of longing overtakes him.

He wants to hold you, and will ask if he can hold you.

Once he gets a yes, he will pull you into his arms.

And let out a shaky breath, feeling you in his arms felt surreal for him.

Hearing your voice, feeling your warmth engulfed his figure.

He realized how much he needed this.

The world no longer colored in grey, the colors have returned, along with his inspiration.

Everything has gone back to it's place, because his muse have returned into his arms.

©littlestarconch

🪄 :: This is messed up bro 😔

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace x you #love and deepspace #xavier lnd #lnd xavier #love and deepspace xavier #xavier love and deepspace #xavier x reader #love and deepspace zayne #zayne love and deepspace #zayne lnd #lnd zayne #zayne x reader #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel love and deepspace #lnd rafayel #rafayel lnd #rafayel x reader

[bu-blegh-ost]

Something just occured to me. Circling through each beautiful moment in the campaign, I noticed a pattern. Gillion never initiates hugs. Every time, no matter if he is the one consoling or the one being consoled, he never is the first person to offer an embrace. And I think it says something.

When Jay wants to hug Gill, she always asks first. She opens her arms as an invitation and always gives him a clear sign that she wants to be close to him. And any time she offers, anytime Gillion gets permission, any time he feels like he is allowed one, he clings to her desperately and fully, starved for it, finding himself unable to let go too quickly, savoring it like he isn't sure when he is going to be allowed to have another.

Chip's hugs are unprompted and usually done with just as much desperation. They are completely controlled by emotion, and are a form of a language that Chip uses when love and appreciation cannot be expressed by words anymore. Chip never asks for hugs, he takes them. He needs them, so he is scared to ask like Jay does, cause asking means risking to be denied. It is safer to steal it. In contrast Jay is still asking cause she is still afraid of taking love for granted.

But they both, in the end, ask for hugs and comfort in their own ways. Gillion doesn't. He wants it, he needs it so often, but he never dares to ask for it. Cause he still treats love as a reward that he needs to earn, that he is not allowed to ask for, that can't be had, unless he does something that makes him worthy of being loved. Affection and love is a currency and Gill was taught that he needs to fight for it. That it's something he should never dare to request on his own.

How many times on their journey did he need to feel someone else's body close to his, but his lips were sealed, suffering in silence, thinking he Has not done well enough to be given the privalage of being comforted? How many aches and worries did he swallow down and burried deep inside? How many old wounds is he trying to fill with every single hug he receives, when someone else offers it to him? When he dares to take it, when he grips their clothes in an iron grip, trying to make the best out of it before it's gone? Cause who knows when someone allows him to have that again?

The only person Gill ever hugged first was Edyn, the first time in Allport. It was done with the same ferocity of a hurt child, of a little boy who Has been going through hell and his sister is his only remedy. The only person that always lets him have love for free. The only one he knows he can hug for sure. One who for so many years has been the only source of comfort.

The rest of the world is uncertain and even with Chip and Jay, Gill still strives to fulfill the unsaid cryteria of when he is worthy of their affection.

But I know that with enough reassurance and care, he will be able to ask for love himself and start treating his crew as people he can fall back on. And just so you know, the moment in which Gillion is the first one to hug Chip or Jay is going to make me cry like a little baby.

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Edit: more thoughts occured

Did you notice that Jay always seems to match Gill and Chip when it comes to hugging? She never asks Chip for hugs and takes them the same way Chip does, no matter if she is the one seeking or offering comfort. And the same goes with Gill. Regardless of whether she is the one in the need of comfort or she is the one comforting, she always verbally communicates a desire to hug first. Like she kinda feels that this is what Gillion needs from her to accept it.

So maybe Jay is actually always trying to search for the most effective way to get a hug, to increase her chances. She believes she has to, cause she cannot take love for granted anymore, not after Ava's death. She took her for granted and now she is gone. So now Jay struggles to freely express her own desires and instead clings to all the ways that she thinks guarantee her the affection she needs, an act of desperation in its own right. A silent plea for acceptance.

Each Captain on this ship treats each embrace as a treasure to savor and protect. It's a result of their past and their fears, but also a proof of unyielding love they have for each other. It's beautiful and one day the same love that they still dread to take, will heal them.

#jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi #gillion jrwi #gillion tidestrider #chip jrwi #jay jrwi #jrwi spoilers #jay ferin

[cantalouupe]

having majorrrrrr itto brainrot …. thinking about size difference because you know this man is fucking huge …. he knows u r smaller than him and he tries to b gentle at first but he can’t for long!!!! he goes crazy rough like balls deep ….. and he’s so vocal, like babbling almost, just constantly telling u how good ur pussy feels on his cock while noting how good he’s fucking u….. mmmmmmmmmm i want this man SO BADLY LOLLLL

golly

nsfw!!! itto x gn!reader

giant cock itto, dirty talk?

You knew it would be like this—Itto was huge, towering over every single person he’s ever crossed paths with—and yet you still can’t believe just how big he really is. Despite having been fucked before, you felt like you were in the midst of your first time; unfamiliar, daunting territory. 

“There’s no way.” You scramble back on the bed, sheets bunching uncomfortably beneath you. Itto rubs his cock against you, pressing the head just until you gasp from the pressure. There would be no amount of prepping or foreplay to ever prepare you for this—he'd tried to train you to take more, first fucking one, two, three fingers in until you were squirming and needy, but comfortable. He was so big, though, so long and thick and intimidating in size that there would be nothing that could properly amount to it; he would carve out his own space inside you, fill you so deep that you’ll be able to feel him in your stomach. 

“Come on,” he encourages, voice taking on a desperate note, as though he couldn’t handle another second being outside you. He’s restrained himself well until this point, taking things slowly in fear of hurting you, lasting with only fevered grinding, touching, and kissing. This would open a door, a flood gate that would release all his built-up desires of bending you over any surface he can find, fucking you, breeding you.  

He brings his hand to your side, touch hot but reassuring, and you try your best to relax your body. When the tip pushes in you let out a curse, and a small, relieved whimper. He’s so thick, wide enough to make you feel like you were being split in two, but he doesn’t stop, not when he finally has you around him, smooth and inviting and tight around the new intrusion.   

“Almost all the way in,” he comments, eyes trained on the spot where he’s stretching you open. Inch by inch, until you can feel the presence of his hips close behind you, just shy of meeting the plush of your ass. 

“Shit, you’re-” He heaves out a breath, unable to find the words as his hand grabs the flesh of your cheek to spread it, “Shit.” 

Everything is still for a moment. He stays seated inside you, letting you grow used to the feeling of him, body clenching around him, brain fogged up from him around you, behind you, inside you. Through the haze, you hear his voice, and you’re sure that he’s ready to absolutely destroy you, as soon as you say to. 

“Look at that. I told you it would fit.” His large hand slips along your stomach, pressing down slightly. “Do you feel me in here?” 

You aren’t sure you can speak, so overwhelmed by him and all he was giving you. Itto doesn’t mind though, never minds having to fill the quiet with his talking, his hushed rambles and loud babbles of pleasure. He loved to talk, and he knew you loved to listen, so he talks, telling you how good you were, how perfect you felt, how he would fuck you next; all while slowly shifting his body, pulling out of you to then push back in, forming a steady, leisurely pace.  

“You’re never going to need anyone else after this,” he grunts, “only I will be able to satisfy you.”  

He tries to keep his thrusts gentle, but at the first show of movement from you, relaxing into your space below him and moaning with every stroke, he gives up restraint, letting himself fall into a frenzy. It was only a matter of time before he’d finally get to have you just how he wanted, and now that it’s here, you relish in it, letting him dig his nails into your hips and fuck you until your body felt like it was buzzing with electricity, each meeting of your hips a shock. 

Grown weak and shaky, your arms give out from under you, chest collapsing into the bed. As your body sinks further into the mattress, melting with the touch of his hands against you, your knees slip further apart, back arching further. Itto makes a desperate noise and doubles down on you, a silent promise to take you apart.  

“Perfect,” he growls. His voice paired with the wet squelch and the slap of skin on skin is an erotic dream come true, a symphony of sounds that you wish you could bottle and keep forever. How many times would you come before he reached his end? He didn’t seem the least bit tired, but you were already reaching that peak that you’ve been wanting, been waiting for. You would come soon, and he knew it, not letting up for even a moment, allowing you no time to think or speak or breathe. 

When he leans forward into your space you choke out a moan, a demonic sound that gets ripped from your throat as he brings himself closer to you. The angle changes, movement changing to a harsh rolling jerk of his hips, pressing deep inside over and over again. His hot panting breath can be felt against your hair and the side of your face, and you suddenly wish he had taken you on your back so you would have unrestricted access to his face; you want to see his face, what expression he was wearing as he fucked you into the mattress, and you wanted to kiss him, to let him claim your mouth with the same animalistic force he fucks you with.  

“Are you going to come like this? I know you’re getting close,” he speaks in a hurried voice, as if the words will run away if he doesn’t say them quick enough. “I can feel it. You're so perfect, the best fuck I’ve ever had. I knew you would feel this good; I’ve fucked my hand so many times while thinking of this.” 

There’s no way you’d make it out of this alive, not with him crowding close, hitting you so deep inside, murmuring filth while he does it. You’ll die from the heat, the molten lava flowing through you, burning you from the inside out. His voice gets garbled while you burst and melt away, nerves alight and body shaking; he talks you through it still, voice shaky while he says everything he thinks of, filter nonexistent. He tells you that he needs to see it again, to witness you coming on his cock, feel you shivering with the aftershocks of it. He won’t stop—can't stop—until he’s had his fill, and until you have nothing more to give. 

#genshin x reader #genshin smut #itto smut #itto x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hey I realy like your yandere twisted wonderland x kny post(s). Can I ask for the yandere dorm leaders react to (platonic and non-yandere) Tsutako Giyu blocking any of the leaders' romantic advancements toward their tanjirou!reader, because Giyu does not trust the leaders at all? Please and thank you,take care of yourself.

Tomioka Giyuu Blocking Tanjiro Reader| Yandere Twisted Wonderland

While Tsutako would certainly do that if you were her sibling but what would an average woman be able to do for you against a bunch of magical suitors stalkers. Tomioka is the one who’d really be an obstacle. No one seems to like him, let alone notice him half the time but his words are golden to you and the boys are having quite a lot of trouble getting past him. Giyuu himself may think he’s trash but you are most certainly not. You’re walking perfection and if he’s going to use the placeholder position of Hashira he’s using it to protect you: 

Idia Shroud

“Whoa!? When did you get here?!”

“A couple minutes ago.”

“Oh…okay then…”

“...”

“...”

“If you bring that device anywhere near (Y/n) I’m slicing your legs off.”

He first thought Giyuu was like him

A fellow loner who could understand his desire to have you

And he found that Giyuu was a loner

Just not one that was friendly to him

And he’s more than aware of Idia’s influence but that won’t matter when Giyuu’s faster than Ortho when it comes to his blade

“A-a worthy opponent h-has entered the chat!”

Leona Kingscholar

“They won’t have to die fighting that demon king or whatever. Don’t you want that?”

“I want them to be the next water Hashira and if you’re going to get in the way of that I know over 46 pressure points on your body that will temporarily paralyze you.”

He didn’t like him from the start 

He’s expression, his face, all of it infuriates him

Not to mention he really is that much faster than him

Leona’s going to have to try another tactic to get this guy off your back

“Maybe we’re not hearing each other right. How about you put down the sword and then try stopping me?”

Vil Schoenheit

“You seem really intent on getting in my way…is this jealousy?”

“It's not but you remind me of someone horrible.”

“Oh? Is it yourself?”

“Nope it's a horrible woman named Shinobu Kocho.”

He’s no match for him physically 

But his charisma greatly exceeds Giyuu’s 

Something he’s sure to remind the Hashira of with every chance

But since Giyuu doesn’t seem to sway he’s got to be more conniving

Which should be fine for someone with poisons against a sword

“Hope this isn't your first time playing with poisons because it may be your last.”

Azul Ashengrotto 

“You might be interested in knowing the future, right? Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

“You sound like a demon.”

“Oh? Am I a handsome one at least?”

“I kill demons for a living.”

“...oh..”

Azul’s own charm doesn’t save him here and it's killing him

He already has to woo you 

and this guy isn’t budging 

The twins won’t bother him 

And he won’t even look at a contract

This octopus is getting desperate

“You won’t like me when I’m cornered Giyuu.”

Kalim Al Asim 

“What?! Why would you want to leave? I have more of that bread you like!”

“Nice try but we have a job to get to.”

“But how do you plan to do your job when you’re going to get hurt?”

“That shouldn’t matter to a civilian like you!” 

While Giyuu is entranced by the way Kalim seems to like him

He’s sure its a trick 

And he can’t afford to die before giving you his title

“Hey. Don’t leave, we were just having fun!”

Malleus Draconia

“Why would you leave this place? If you are certain you are going to die, why bring my (Y/n) with you?”

“I’m not bringing them anywhere, this is their decision. Don’t you want to honor their avenging of their family?!”

“Not if it means losing them!”

This is a hard one 

Malleus can actually defeat Giyuu 

But his will is strong as well as his effect on you 

So he can’t be too hasty

But a prince forgets and Giyuu’s in trouble

“If you are going to be such a problem for us, I will just skip to a time where you are not alive.”

Riddle Rosehearts

“As the queen’s decree you cannot just run off with my subjects or prospective lovers!”

“And I can’t stand you types.”

“Grr! Off with his head!”

He doesn’t initially have a problem with him

But to see you rely on someone so awkward much taller

It irks him

Even worse he’s warning you about him now

And he can’t have that

“Don’t get in my way unless you want to be beheaded too!"

#yandere riddle #yandere leona #yandere azul #yandere kalim #yandere vil #yandere idia #yandere malleus #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere dorm leaders #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere riddle x reader #yandere riddle roseheart x reader #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #yandere twst #yandere azul twst #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil twst #yandere kalim al asim #yandere kalim x reader #yandere kalim al asim x reader #yanderexrea #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere malleus twst #yandere idia shroud

[ofallthingsnasty]

also please could you tell us more about Blue and gentle noncon because that is now stuck in my mind rent free! I love Blue so much, he’s a cool character

He's my thicc, soon-to-be DILF merman beefcake ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)... I'm so happy he's so loved on here, you don't even know!

fic referenced

tags: yandere, terato (Blue is a merman), ('gentle') noncon, forced impregnation, oviposition, afab reader

word count: 0.6k

To be fair, I have to go with yandere Blue for any type of noncon situation - he has no qualms with simply taking what he wants. And that's a baby with you. He's not someone who starts out as completely obsessed with you, it's something that grows within him as you are together, as the years tick by and he starts to feel his age in his bones. He knows that time works against him; with him in his very last few fertile seasons and you, human as you are, bound to fade quicker than him. It's where a good bit of his condescending attitude comes from as well. In the ten years you've been together, he's seen you go from young adult to really growing into your own skin while he has almost remained the same. He wants to use the years he has with you as best as he can - and a family with you is his ultimate goal, his one desire. But trouble arises when you don't want that (just yet) - even though you promised him this a few years back, even though you know he won't be able to give you a clutch for much longer. It's a weird swirl of emotions for him. Rejection, sadness, desperation, pressure - anger, even. Blue turns moody for a while, tells you he needs some space after these news. And you let him be, thinking that he just needs to learn to accept that you can't have kids with right now - what you don't know is just what exactly is brewing in that thick head of his. Don't you know how much a family means to him? How he has waited to find the perfect mate all his life - and finally, you come along, all squishy and fragile, all human, and you deny him this after he has already been patient with you for so long? It's infuriating. He feels like you don't know what you're doing, feels like that perhaps he has to help you see what's good for you, for both of you, for your future. Really, he doesn't want to hurt you. He would never do that intentionally but he needs you to understand where he's coming from as well. So when he holds you a little tighter after you've made up again, when he kisses you with so much fervor and ignores how your giggled 'no's turn into serious demands for him to stop, when he works you open with his fingers until he knows you're well prepared - know that he's doing his best to make this as pleasant as he can. He'll kiss away every tear, will murmur praise at how well you're taking him - as you always do, his sweet thing, his little human - really, he acts like he always does, it's just you who's squirming to get away from his cock. Blue knows that giving you his eggs won't be an easy experience for you, especially when you're gasping and clenching around him as you are right now. That's why he tries to calm you down, caresses you with so much love and tenderness it makes his own heart heavy. He holds you down and smothers you in kisses as the first one slips in and you cry and cry and cry at the feeling of it working its way into your womb, begging him to stop this. But he's unrelenting, only full of condescending praise for you, promises of happiness together, gratitude for you for taking him so well. You'll never feel so hot, so destroyed, so betrayed yet so... revered ever again, you're sure. He almost worships you for every egg he makes you take, almost cries with you when it becomes too much. It's a mind-breaking mix of emotions, of helplessness and pain - never has he used his strength against you like this and you feel like you're drowning, yet he is the softest he's ever been.

#ask #anon #OC: Blue #yandere teratophilia #merman x reader #monster x reader #terato #tw.yandere #tw.oviposition #tw.noncon

[dxckgrxsonx]

not to be a whore but dick listening to you beg for his cock and fluttering his eyelashes at you with a pout on his lips and going “poor baby, so pathetic” while playing with your pussy but never letting you come 🤩

stop it you're exposing my denial kink!! im ripping up the floorboards. im chewing wires.

**

You shrug off interrogation the same way you brush off a three story fall.

Calculate the trajectory of the descent and throw your limbs into something coordinated, something astonishingly competent. Soften the blow by bending your knees. Move with the punch to avoid breaking your jaw. Twist your joints to slip through the restraints.

People pin you in place and think they’ve won. Only to find out you’ve slotted seven different escape routes into place by the time they’ve asked one question.

It’s hard to back you into a corner and keep you there. It’s even harder to get you to give something up, whether it be a thought, a piece of intel, a desire. Tell you a secret and you’ll take it straight to the grave, not once would you hesitate.

Getting you to beg though?

That should be impossible.

But Dick Grayson has never once backed down from a challenge. And you realise a little too late that this time, you don’t have an exit strategy.

For the first time in a long time, you don’t have anything at all.

**

He barely needs to touch you. Just slides one finger over your aching clit once, twice, and your whole body flinches like a live wire, flexing in the same way you reflectively jolt from a static shock. Your soft, wet pussy tries grasping so desperately for something more, for just one little touch to push you over.

“Hm, I bet if I touched your needy cunt just once more, you’d come, wouldn’t you?” Dick observes, chin resting on your shoulder. He waits for your clit to stop twitching before rubbing his finger over it again. Just once this time and you choke on a whimpering cry when your pussy throbs, the ache bordering unbearable. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before. How many times have I not let you come now?”

Simple arithmetic fails you. The world around you shudders and dissolves, melts right out from under your feet, leaks from between your shaking thighs. There’s no solid ground and you think that if someone asked you to tell them your name, you wouldn’t have a clue where to start.

“Please–I don’t–” You move your hand just far enough to brush your inner thigh, fingers reaching out to touch your swollen, puffy pussy. Dick stops you straight away, clicks his tongue in disapproval. “I can’t–Dick, please. I don’t know.”

He smirks against the bare skin of your shoulder, tilts his head to whisper in your ear, “Oh, so you want me to start at the beginning? You want me to go back to number one?”

“No!” You try, voice smoothing up against the jagged edge of hysteria. “Please–not again. I can’t do it again. Dick…please just—please just fuck me!”

You feel him, hot and stiff against your back. The heavy press of his cock to your skin burns. You didn’t think you could want something so much it physically hurt, but Dick slots himself at the centre of your nervous system, redirects every single stray thought to him. He makes you feel drunk, empties out your head until there's nothing left but this bone deep ache, this need for him to stuff you full.

You’re babbling, nearly incoherent. In the back of your head, you realise vaguely that you’re actually begging. Even further back than that you come to the realisation that Dick is the only one who’s ever been able to make you beg.

It’s a complete power shift and you feel like you’ve fallen and forgotten how to land.

“Please fuck me. Dick it’s not fair–you’re not being fair.” You sniffle, tears bubbling up along your lower lashes. You grind your hips up, try to rock against his palm. “I just want you to fuck me. It hurts so bad. My pussy aches. Please…please.”

Stroking your clit so lightly it feels like nothing at all, Dick reaches for your jaw, turns your head to the side so he can see the tears threatening to tumble down your cheeks. He hums, almost thoughtful, then kisses you, licks into your mouth to taste your desperation.

Your clit swells under the barely there pressure and you whine into his mouth, body shaking itself apart. You’re fighting to get to the edge, pleading for it, drooling for it. But Dick holds you back, each torturous touch getting slower, lighter.

“Please. Baby–please. I can’t take any more. Ohh–please.”

And he stops. Pulls away and leaves your pussy twitching and leaking all over the sheets. Your tears overflow and Dick kisses them away, licks the salt into his greedy mouth and coos, ever so gently at the desperate sob pulling at your ribs.

“Oh my poor baby.” He drawls, something horribly condescending in his voice. “Crying because I won’t fuck you, because I won’t let you come. So desperate. So pathetic.”

**

#dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x reader smut #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x you smut #nightwing x reader #nightwing x reader smut #nightwing x you #nightwing x you smut #dick grayson fanfiction #nightwing fanfiction #ella writes #asks #answered #birthofvcnus #you've killed me #do u hear me???? #i. am. deadddd #i love u

[mint-yooxgi]

Valiant - Yandere!Centaur!Yunho

Yandere AU & Centaur AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Yunho X Implied Chubby!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,939

Warnings: Princess as both a title and petname. Implied kidnapping. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Centaur!Yunho is a clumsy dork. That's it. That's the note. Also, this one is meant to be read like the Hyunjin drabble, where he's speaking at you the whole time! Anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Eleventh of The Feral Drabbles

“Don’t worry Princess, you’re safe with me. I won’t let those others hurt you any more. You’ll never feel trapped. You’ll never be lost. Just let me take care of you.

Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’ve got you now. Don’t be frightened. I’m still the same Yunho you love and know.

I’ll admit, showing myself to you like this wasn’t my original intention, but desperate times call for desperate measures. I couldn’t stand to see the way they were treating you, keeping you trapped-

Sorry, I know I probably shouldn’t bring up such traumatic events so soon after they happened. I just had to steal you away- I mean… save you. Yes, save you. 

They were going to lock you up and throw away the key! They were going to keep you away from me!

I didn’t want that, either, Princess. The thought of never being able to see you again… well, it’s far too great to bear. Not only that, but the idea that they could keep someone as precious as you like a prisoner in your own home…

You see now why I had to step in?

Like I said before, you don’t have to be scared. I’m here to rescue you, of course! It’s probably a little weird for you right now, you’ve only ever seen my upper torso over the garden wall… You can just think of me as a talking horse! Well, it’s a bit literal, but-

There’s that laugh I love so much.

Hey, even if it’s only for a moment, bringing you joy sets my heart ablaze. I don’t want you to be scared anymore. With me, you never have to be.

Think of it this way, it’ll be like we always talked about: we’re running away together! They were going to force you to marry that- that- other creature for diplomatic purposes. Now, we can be free! You can be free. With me!

Oh, I know it’s quite jarring, but I’ve been living in the wilderness for some time now. It’ll definitely be different than what you’re used to, but fear not! I’m here to watch over and care for the both of us. So, don’t you worry, Princess, your valiant steed is here!

I can’t wait to show you our new home. If I’m being honest, I’ve already started preparing for your arrival a long time ago. I added some decor, I cleaned the whole place, I adjusted the bed…

Of course you’ll have your own separate room, don’t be silly!

No, no, I just tripped, don’t worry. I’m usually very steady on my feet. A stable ride, if you know what I mean.

I mean… What were we talking about again?

Oh! Right! Our- your new home.

Like I said, everything’s already in place. They won’t be able to find you out here, so you don’t have to worry about anyone coming to look for us. Besides, I’d fight them off for trying to steal you back, only to throw you right back into that dungeon they call a room.

Don’t worry, Princess, there’s a separate bathroom, a study, and I even made you a library. I know how much you like to read, and I could spend hours just watching you do anything and everything your heart desires. I already do, so it’s not like that will be too much of a difference.

What I meant to say was: I enjoy spending time with you.

There, not so creepy now! I promise, I only want what’s best for you, and I swear your privacy is at the forefront of my mind. Of course, we’ll have to figure out the sleeping situation, there’s only the one bed-

No, no! I swear you have your own room!

No, Princess, I don’t sleep in hay. It’s actually quite itchy. I have a hollow for myself right beside-

You know what, I’ll just show you when we get there. I bet you’re tired. Why don’t you just try to relax, and I’ll wake you when we get home. Get some rest, I promise to never let you fall.

That’s it, My Beauty. Lay your head on my shoulder and wrap your arms around me. I’ve got you.

Oh, why thank you! My kind usually runs a little warmer than normal, and I always do my best to maintain my coat as best as I can. I won’t bore you with the intricate details, but you don’t have to be shy when you want to touch me, Princess. In fact, I will always welcome your touch.

It’s not like I dream about it constantly, or anything…

What was that? Oh, I was just saying how the forest is quite dreamy today. Perfect for a stroll through the bush. There’s actually this little clearing that I’d love to bring you to, sometime. It has so many of your favourite flowers, and I think the view might just take your breath away.

You’d be correct! That clearing is where all the wildflowers I bring you come from. There’s always so many, and in your favourite colours, too. I can’t wait to show you all the spots I’ve chosen for us to live together in, and to finally be able to experience one another to our fullest extent.

Emotionally, of course. What did you think I meant, Princess?

May I incur from the way your arms just tightened around me that your thoughts were not so pure for a moment there? And now, you’re burying your face into the side of my neck… Therefore, I must be right.

You don’t have to be embarrassed, Princess. Thoughts of any kind are always welcome here. Well, unless they’re self-deprecating, or of self-doubt, or you thinking of leaving me, or you not thinking you’re pretty enough, or you thinking of someone else other than me, or you thinking of returning home, or- Kidding!

But seriously, Princess, I don’t want you thinking anything negative about yourself, or doubting your decision to run away with me. As soon as you have any whispers of those kinds of thoughts, you let me know, and I will ease them from your mind, in any and every way possible. I’m here for you, always.

Just rely on me; I’m all that you need. All that you’ll ever need.

Why don’t you take that nap, now, Princess? There’s still a bit of a ways to go until we reach home.

It’s not that far from where you used to be held captive- I mean… your old home. Really, it’s much faster when I’m running, but no distance is too great for me to traverse in order to get to you. You’re worth it. You make it worth it. Every. Single. Time.

The risk of getting caught by traders, or poachers, or even by the guards was worth all the time we spent together. I got to know the wonderful person that is you, and you got to learn about me, too! I’m just sorry I kept my true self from you until today. I didn’t want to scare you.

You’re smart, though, Princess. I’m sure you figured it out a long time ago. Seeing is always more difficult that believing sometimes.

Really? You never wondered how my torso could so easily clear the garden wall?

…You always thought I was standing on something? Well, I suppose I was! My love for you!

There’s that giggle again. See, you’ll be just fine. Absolutely nothing to worry about when you’re with me. After all, I’m a big, strong breed of man, capable of pleasing My Princess in whatever ways she desires! Anything you want, anything at all, I will provide for you. We’re life partners, now!

Oh, well, I suppose that will mean something a bit different to you than it does to me. Fear not! I’ll have plenty of time to explain later. For now, rest.

Yes. That’s it. I’ve got you, My Princess. Just close your eyes, and let all your worries melt away. I’ll hold you close, guarding you with my very life.

I’ll have you know I take protecting you and making you the happiest person ever very seriously. There is nothing I desire more than seeing you smile, and knowing it’s because of me is simply the greatest feeling in the world. Other than you calling me yours.

Princess! Oh, how my heart flutters! Did you seriously fulfill one of my greatest wishes with such ease on a whim?

Nope, I don’t care if you were teasing me. No take backs!

You’re mine, and I’m yours. That’s all there is to it.

Well, I’m glad to hear you like the sound of that, for I speak nothing but the truth. I will always be yours, Princess, and you will always be mine. No doubt about it.

I’m serious though, you should get some rest. There’s still quite a ways to go.

You can try and hide it, but I know the sound of your voice when it’s heavy with exhaustion, Princess. Just close your eyes and let the sounds of the forest, and my own voice lull you to sleep. I’ll make sure to hold you tight; I won’t let you fall.

There you go… That’s it…

You never have to worry about a single thing while I’m around…

Just close your eyes, and rest…

Out like a light, just like I thought…

You know, Princess, you’re so pretty, even when you sleep. It’s such a different feeling having you in my arms rather than simply fantasizing about it all the time. The press of your body against my own… oh, how I’ve longed for this.

My desire for you is the greatest thing I’ve ever know. You’ve consumed me in the best of ways, and now, I’ll get to consume you. Never shall we be parted again. Those imbeciles will never have a chance to reclaim you. Not after we cross back into my own territory. Bet you didn’t know you’ve been talking with a Prince this whole time.

Your Prince.

Has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? I certainly think so…

You and I, we’ll lead a peaceful life. I promise you that. You will never know pain, you will never know hardship. I will always look after you, and our home. I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to make you happy, to please you to the best of my abilities.

We’ll make it work. It may take some time, but I promise to have you screaming my name to the stars in no time. I’ve heard my tongue can work wonders, and not to mention my fingers… There are so many ways in which I’ve longed to please you, My Princess, that countless nights have been spent thinking about all the ways in which I can. You’ll be pleasantly surprised with the ideas I’ve come up with. At least, I think so.

I hope so.

Oh, how these hands have longed to hold you, to grip you tight and never let you go. My lips have longed to caress your body, singing you praises during every hour of the day. My body is yours, and I hope you will come to cherish me just as I have always cherished you.

No more watching and waiting from the sidelines. No more pining from behind a wall. No more barriers. Only you, me, and our happily ever after.

I will never let anything come between us. I swear to you I won’t, because now that I have you… I’m never letting you go again.”

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Your mouth was hanging open as your eyes were clenching shut. Your nails gripping at the carved table in front of you as multiple gasps and whines escaped your swollen lips. The pair of hands of your twin brother were spreading your arse cheeks as his tongue wandered around your soaked folds making your legs tremble and your hips twitch.

Two of his fingers were buried in your puckered hole, stretching you open to receive him once again. His fat tongue sucking and licking on your swollen clit while you couldn't stop pressing yourself against his face; his mouth would make the most obscene sounds as it collected your juices, slurping and drinking from your arousal until your eyes would roll to the back of your head. You were able to hear him whimper; tasting you was enough to make him impossibly needy and hard, he would simply lose his mind whenever his tongue lapped over your sweet cunt. His cock was already pressing against his pants, causing a slight pain on him that, for some reason, would only increase the arousal on him.

You came undone on his tongue, moaning his name in such an erotic way that he felt his cock twitch with excitement because he knew what was next to come. He stood up, standing behind you and he was quick to remove his fingers from your tight hole and take them to his pants, quickly and impatiently unbuckling them to free his pulsing erection, desperate to fill you. He grabbed your hips with a soft touch that, somehow, managed to feel rough at the same time; you whimpered once you felt his fat head teasing your folds, pressing against your swollen clit which was still throbbing for the previous orgasm. You heard him spit, and then you felt how it fell right on top of your arse. His long fingers managed to spread it around your hole.

It took him a few seconds to replace his digits with the tip of his aching cock, pushing inside you slowly, trying not to hurt you. Your eyes widened and your legs shook, his thickness stretching you open in a delicious but painful way that made you cry and moan at the same time. His lips let a low groan escape, reaching your ears and making you squeeze around him. With one push you felt his sack against your skin, you were completely full of him, your cunt drenching and your skin gleaming with a coat of sweat; proof of the burning desire that grew within those four walls. He moved, and you almost screamed, overwhelmed by the pleasure.

His hand covered your mouth. "Sh…" he whispered against your ear, his voice and breathing shaky and unsteady, "be quiet for me, angel, you don't want them to find us here, do you?" You could only shake your head, tears filled with lust already soaking your flushed cheeks.

"N-no, Jace…" You mumbled under his hand, barely able to form coherent words as he resumed his movements, going slowly but slightly harder. You were receiving him so well, taking him and making him feel so good that he soon had to bite his lip to silence his lustful sounds. His free hand soon reached for your clit at the same time he sped up his thrusts, pounding against you with a new strength that almost made you faint. The stimulation was too much, your poor pearl being abused by his fingers as he became harsher with each movement, with each sound you would make. He soon lost his self control, and let the dragon come out.

You let him use you, you let him take whatever he wanted from you, because in a few more weeks you both will be married, and because it wasn't a sin as long as he didn't take your maidenhead.

At least that is what he told you.

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