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I really like your writing style, and could you do the second part of Yandere!totk x knight reader?

I wish you success!!!

A knight honor

Yan!totk x knight!reader

Description: As a knight it is your sworn duty to protect the royal family until your dying breath. As you protect your princess that both you and her fallen to the past but first you need to understand where you are and how you ended up here.

A/n: thank you you got me squealing and blushing like a school girl!

Warning: Cursing, blood, lots of drama, obsessed people, made by a minor and not proof read

Chapter 2- into the past

Word count?: I dunno man

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There was a soft glow before I bursted into a soft light making the two royal couple notice it. They immediately went to investigate and was shocked to find Zelda peacefully asleep with a secret stone on her opened balm.

The yelled hair women gasped softly and knelt down to Zeldas laying form. "Oh! Oh dear" She softly said. The voice made Zelda stir and slowly wake up from a slumber thinking it was a dream.

Zeldas eyes fluttered open and looked up only to see two unfamiliar faces. Her eyes snapped wide open as she sat up and scooted away quickly. "Where am I?" Zelda asked looking afraid. "We didn't mean to startle you" The soft blonde haired women said smiling.

"It's okay my name is Sonia" Sonia said smiling while placing her hand on her chest. "And could we ask what your name is?" The animal like man asked placing his furry hand on his chin.

"I- I am the daughter of king rhoam of hyrule. Zelda" Zelda said bit she sounded hesitant to answer. "What an unexpected answer. We are king and queen who founded hyrule, after all. Atleast the last time we checked." The furry animal said looking like he was amused by zeldas answer.

"You two founded hyrule? And you're the king?" Zelda asked, honestly shocked and amazed at the two. "Hm my name is rauru. King of hyrule." Rauru responded. "King rauru....queen Sonia" Zelda muttered placing her chin on her hand questioning and thinking if she heard of those names before widening her eyes and looking at them. "That must mean-" Before Zelda could respond there was a grunt and shuffling from the trees. Rauru looked alerted and Zelda yelped and moved back. After a couple seconds you suddenly came out of the bushes grunting in pain and clutching your eyelets eye.

"Y/n!?" Zelda gasped scrambling up and ran to the taller person who grunted in response now looking at the smaller female and the two couple. "Zelda?" You softly said your voice raspy like you screamed loudly and lost your voice. "Oh God y/n let me see" Zelda said gently taking your bloody dried up hand and removing it and gasping seeing what the red stuff had done to you. The red stuff had completely destroyed your eye ball only left was a hollow eyesocket. The familiar color of the red stuff was glowing and spreaded around your eye like it was veins or....part of you.

"Y/n?" Sonia muttered looking worried as seeing the tall female looking so injured and in pain. "Oh gods y/n" Zelda whimpered and you just smiled weakly. "It's find madam it isn't hurting as much" You said softly before standing up to your full height and looking around. "This place....it looks like where in hyrule." You muttered looking at Zelda and nodded as she carefully held your hand and dragged you to the edge and looked around as you did, trying to ignore the pulsing pain.

"As I thought..." Zelda muttered finally taking everything in that is around her including y/n after a while of processing this new world. "This is not the world we know y/n" Zelda said with a shaky breath. "A time so far back into the past, it had become a legend" You spoke softly looking at everything. Everything seemed so clean well taken care of and most importantly.....peaceful. Sonia and rauru looked at the two with worry mostly as the tall female who looked like she's been through it all.

"So it is true. This is really the Era of hyrules founding?" Zelda asked turning around and looking at Sonia and rauru with egarness and sparkling eyes. While you looked at them with caution. Your gut telling you that something bad is going to happens as Zelda and and you are going to this world.

"You and your friends presence is as strange to us, Zelda and y/n" rauru said looking at the two. "But if you, like Sonia have a secret stone you are able to manipulate time, then your story makes sense." Rauru said as Zeldas eyes looked down at the secret stone and you looked at zelda with worry even though it was a bit of her fault for going down that place that gives you goosebumps thinking of it and her picking up that stone you and zelda would've not make it.

Oh God now you think about it what's link doing right now? The last thing you remembered was link and his arm corrupted. You napped put of it once Sonia spoke once again.

"Oh? I believed her right away. You needed the secret stone as proof rauru?" Sonia asked looking up at rauru who looked down at her.

"I can feel your light power within her. As well as my time power" Sonia smiled as Zelda looked puzzled. Sonia then looked at y/n who looked back at her. "As for you I can feel a certain power yet I can't put a finger on what it is." Sonia hummed looking at y/n with amusement thinking how adorable y/n looked like a big dog looking all cute and sweet but hidden underneath lies a beast that is waiting until the right moment to come out and attack its prey.

"Addintional I sense we share a blood connection" Sonia said shifting her gaze away from ypu and to zelda smiling oh so softly making your heart skip a beat a little. Zelda gasped as her eyes widened yet you stood there awkwardly with Zelda clutching your bloody dried hand tightly.

"Ah, I see" rauru responded to the new information. "In any case Zelda and y/n, you said that you needed to go back to your Era as soon as you possibly could." Rauru said looking at Zelda suddenly glancing at y/n who nodded either raurus words.

"Yes." Zelda managed to utter out and looked down on the ground. "In our time something terrible has happened." You said calmly ignoring how your voice and your body hurts from moving and talking. "We need to get back there. Bit how do we do that?" Zelda asked softly as y/n rubbed zeldas soft and tiny hand in comfort. Zeldas heart skipped a beat as she looked at y/n with slightly teary eyes and you gave Zelda a comforting smile.

"We don't even know how we got here in the first place" Zelda spoke and y/n nodded in agreement trying to remember what had happened but everything was to fusy to remember. Zelda and y/ didn't notice but Sonia harshly nudged rauru who was thinking and flinched. Sonia smiled and moved where y/n and Zelda where as rauru watched and held his side in pain.

"Now zelda and y/n dears..." Sonia said her voice comforting to you and zelda. "You both don't need to solve all your problems all at once. How about you both come with us to the castle?" Sonia asked. "No.....i...." Zelda stuttered feeling a little embarrassed and letting go of y/s hand as Sonia held one of your hands and zeldas to. "Well tell everything your.....a distanct relative of hours and you..." Sonia said to Zelda chuckling "it is true after all." Sonia said and now looking at you. "And you..." Sonia hums softly. "A knight your majesty I'm one of zeldas apointing knights and general of hyrule castle sworn to protect the royal family until my dying breath." You said bowing to Sonia who looked amazed on how a tall female such as yourself could be a hylian. "Yes a royal knight of zeldas." Sonia smiled. "Well get both of you some fresh clothes to." Sonia smiled brightly making Zelda blush slightly and look down.

"Im sure your answer will take time. After all wisdom takes time." Sonia said easing both you and zeldas mind slightly. Zelda gasped and soon smiled "I don't know what to saw" Zelda says smiling even more as you were to deep in thought about how hungry and how you probably smell.

"Hm, I wonder" rauru hums finally snapping out of his daze and you did also and looked at him. "Mineru.....she may have some idea how to get back to your era." Rauru hums placing his hand on his chin. "Mineru you say?" Zelda asked looking confused and you also looked at rauru with wonder.

"Yes...she knows far more than anyone than our people" Rauru answered looking at Zelda. "Like us, my older sister has a secret stone as well. We'll call on her" rauru said smiling lightly.

Zelda nodded her hand all four of them started walking down the path to the castle. "Now that I think of if how did you end up in the bushes y/n?" Zelda asked looking up at y/n who barley spoke during the conversation. Y/n looked down as Zelda looking confused. "I wasn't in the bush I woke up on a tree and fell. I was stumbling around until I found your voice and two unfamiliar ones." Y/n spoke. "A tree!? Goodness y/n you always end up in the strangest places. Gosh do you have any bruises from falling!?" Zelda asked looking at y/n and trying to see if you were injured. "I'm find madam don't worry to much" You chuckles and continued venturing forward with Zelda not noticing two stares staring at her.

"They looks just like them" Sonia whispers and rauru agreed. "The one part missing is their stone" rauru hums looking at the tall female. "Should I pull those clothes for them?" Sonia asked and rauru nodded. "If they ask tell them it's one of the hyrule traditional clothes." Rauru said holding Sonia hand which Sonia smiled and walked behind the two bickering people.....well one of them was bickering.

Though for some reason you felt like this whole entire thing going in the past meeting the original rulers is going to end up bad. After all this was the era when calamity Ganon was originally born in.

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anapotatowriter · 1 year

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It’s been a while

Request: Helloooo, could you please write a prince caspian request?So the reader is a Narnian who can transform into a Raven, and Caspian and she were knew each other for a loong time.She getting hurt in the battle in the end of the prince caspian movie. And Caspian finds her in the battlefield after everything ends and carries her in the palace and takes care of her???And a love confession maybe???Please give me a feedback! Send me a message if you are accepting or declining because I am curious hehe. (And if you decline I can ask other writers) Thank you see you! - @doctoriletyougotogalaxy

Caspian x reader

what is his last name istg-

A/N: Thanks for the request love! I am so sorry this took so long, but it's really long if that's any consolation! This is actually the longest fic I have, I think? Any changes, feel free to ask!

Summary: Read the request

Contains: Swearing, blood, murder, war, death, trash writing, and a teensy bit of jealous!Caspian

Requested: clearly.

side note, he’s so prettyyyyy

“Y/N, Trumpkin, you must leave,” said Trufflehunter, forcing food into my arms. “What, why? I wanna talk to the telemarine! I want to make him pay for everything he did to my family and me,” I protested, dropping all the packages and glaring at the knocked-out telmarine who lay in the corner of the room. “Why we are protecting our enemies is beyond me,” nodded Trumpkin in agreement, picking up his bow and arrows and slinging it around his shoulder. “Y/N, we need you to accompany Trumpkin as far as possible, and gather intel,” said Trufflehunter, placing his paw on my elbow, a pleading look on his face. I rubbed my face with my hand before sighing and muttering, “Fine.” I picked up my swords and sheathed them on my sides, tightening the leather of my vest before picking up the food packages again. Trumpkin went first, warily examining the surrounding forests for any more telmarine soldiers, me following after. As we trudged through the forests, the sights of fallen telmarine helmets immediately made me think back to my times in the palace, and my best friend. Oh, how I missed dear Caspian, one of the only good telmarine men. Playing hide and seek between the cabinets and statues littering the palace's corridors. The memory soon turned sour, however, as I remembered the ominous shadow of Miraz hanging over us. Soon enough he had cast me out when he saw me show Caspian my other form, leaving a 13-year-old child alone in the forest to be consumed by “savages”.

“Y/N,” I heard Trumpkin’s voice whisper, making my head shoot up as I watched around me, a sliver of sun visible on the distant horizon. I heard the distinct sound of armor rubbing and clashing against each other, accompanied by the clopping of hooves. “Y/N, leave, now,” Trumpikoin whispered. “No, I’m not leaving,” I whispered back, the harsh whisper cutting through the otherwise silent forests. “Over there,” I heard someone yell, making the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “Y/N, now,” he whispered with an air of finality before yelling and running in the direction of the colormen. “Fuck, fuck fuck fuck,” I whispered to myself as I closed my eyes, focusing intently. My body changed, the swords on my side disappearing to form engraved patterns on my feathers. I opened my eyes and took off, flying back the way I came, leaving Trmpkin to his fate. I reached the little house and slammed in through the open door, right onto the table. A heard a man scream while furry paws fondled me. I opened my eyes to see the familiar patches of white and black fur hovering over me. I phased out of my form, quickly returning to my human figure. “Trumpkin! He’s gotten captured!” I exclaimed as soon as I shifted, making Nikabrik slam his axe into the wall. “I knew we shouldn’t have trusted the Temarines. I should have killed you the instant you got here!” he yelled, glaring at someone behind me. I turned around to face the man, only to immediately recognize him. “... Caspian?” I whispered softly, making the boy’s eyes flit to me, his own eyes suddenly glinting with recognition. “Y/N!” he exclaimed, immediately walking to me and pulling me into a hug. I hesitated for a moment before gently wrapping my arms around him, missing the warmth my old best friend had provided. “Why are you on the run?!” I questioned immediately, making his expression fall. “Miraz… he had a son,” replied Caspian curtly, making me inhale sharply. “Traitor!” yelled Nikrabik from behind me, making me roll my eyes and turn to the dwarf. “I am not a traitor. Caspian is on our side, and I’ll be damned if you even place a finger on him,” I said, smoothly removing my sword from my sheath and spinning it around threateningly. “Trufflehunter, Caspian has to meet the Old Narnians. He’s the only one who can help us reclaim everything,” I said, smiling softly at the boy for a second.

“Is that the best you’ve got, Cas?” I giggled, blocking his sword easily. “If I did my best, you would have lost long ago, darling,” countered Caspian, blocking both my swords with one swoop and then swinging it to my knees. We interacted comfortably in the woods, with different members of the Old Narnians patrolling our side of the woods. I jumped over the blade easily, going for his side, successfully stopping it a mere inch away from his skin. “And bam, injured,” I explained, gently butting the edge of my sword against him. He groaned in disappointment after losing to me for the third time. “This is why I’m the best,” I said, half smiling at the boy. “Oh, are you? Are you really?” he asked, a taunting smile on his face. He immediately tackled me, pinning me to the ground and tickling my sides. “Ah, stop, no, geddoff you idiot,” I yelled breathless through laughs, trying to move away from his attack. Suddenly, I heard a distinct rustling that made me sit up, putting my fingers to my lips and motioning to Caspian. He quieted down, quickly hearing the rustling as well. I stood up slowly, changing form and flying up, only to see a blonde man sitting next to a young brunette girl behind a rock. One of the minotaurs was patrolling right in front of them the blond slowly lifting a sword. I swooped down, changing forms mid-air and dropping right behind the blonde, swinging both my swords at him, which he deftly blocked, stunning me for a moment. “Who the hell do you think you are,” I grunted, throwing off his sword and swinging again, quickly attacking and blocking as we moved in a circle. “Y/N!” yelled Caspian, immediately trying to move toward me. “No! I’ve got this, it’s not noble to fight two to one,” I grunted, ducking under the boy's sword as Capian watched helplessly. His sword lodged into the tree behind me, leaving him vulnerable as I swung my swords around. As the boy attempted to take his sword out of the tree, a voice screamed, “No, stop!” Both of us froze, and I glanced at the surprisingly young girl, lowering my weapons slightly. The Old Narnians gathered around me, making me slide my swords into their sheats, assessing the blonde in front of me. “... Prince Caspian?” asked Peter, looking at Caspian in confusion. “Yes… and who are you?” I asked, immediately shifting to put myself between him and Caspian. “Peter!” a voice yelled, a beautiful woman running out from behind the shrubbery, a brunette boy in tow, his sword in his hand. “Holy shit, I might have fucked up,” I gulped as the cogs in my brain turned, looking at the blonde.

“High King Peter the Magnificent. Y/N L/N, knight of Old Narnia, at your service,” I said, immediately dropping to one knee, my arm on my knee and my forehead on my arm. “Please stand, knight. I believe he called?” questioned King Peter, looking at Caspian arrogantly. “Well, yes, but I thought you’d be… older,” stuttered Caspian, immediately making me gasp in disbelief and look at him incredulously. I slapped my palm against my forehead, muttering curse words under my breath. “Well, if you like, we could come back in a few years,” stated King Peter, walking away slightly, and throwing a secret wink at me that made me smile slightly. “No, that’s alright!” started Caspian, making me giggle. Caspian threw a panicked glance at me as I tried to stop my laughter. “He’s clearly being sarcastic, Cas. Please, don’t embarrass me in front of royalty,” I muttered softly, though I’m certain King Peter heard. “I’m royalty,” protested Caspian under his breath. “Not royalty from 1000 years ago, from the golden age of Narnian!” I whispered back, rolling my eyes subtly. “A common enemy unites even the oldest of foes,” said Trufflehunter’s voice, cutting through our whispered conversation. Reepicheep then took control of the conversation as I examined the 4 kings and queens. All of them seemed to be pretty close in age, King Peter and Queen Susan probably closest to my age. “Y/N, we’re moving,” said Caspian from right beside me, making me jump slightly. I turned my face slightly, just to notice the proximity between us. Suddenly, butterflies swarmed in my stomach as Caspian walked away, leaving me behind in a confused daze. What was that?

“I agree with Peter,” I said, making Caspian look at me with a pang of hurt. “There’s no point in staying here, with only one entry and exit. We have to go to the castle and fight. It��s our only resort,” I continued, making Peter and Edmund both give me quick smiles. “Knight Y/N is right,” stepped in Reepicheem, making me bow my head slightly in acknowledgment. “So it’s settled? We storm the castle?” I asked, Peter, confirming and settling the matter. As soon as the meeting ended, Capsian stormed out after shooting me a sneer, Susan following after him with no hesitation. The sight made my heart twinge slightly, a heavy feeling in my throat I couldn’t dislodge. I walked quickly out of the room before the tears could spill, going to sit on one of the ledges at the top of the How. “Y/N,” asked a soft voice, immediately making me wipe the tears off my cheeks. “Hey Peter,” I said, clearing my throat, not having the strength to look at the boy. “I know it’s stupid to ask, but are you okay?” he asked, sitting down next to me, his legs dangling over the edge. “I’m fine,” I said, too quickly. His arm then wrapped around my shoulders, causing the walls to crack as my tears started flowing at an alarmingly fast rate. “Hey, hey hey hey, shhh,” soothed Peter, rubbing circles into my shoulder as I dug the base of my palm into my eye sockets, physically trying to stop the tears. “He was my best friend and then I lost him because of Miraz. I can’t lose him again, I just can’t,” I conceded, feeling weak. “Hey, you won’t lose him okay? And If he tries to do anything, I will ensure that he is dealt with,” replied Peter, pulling my palms away from my face and tilting my face so he was looking directly into my eyes. “What, you’ll murder him?” I joked lightly, tears blurring my view. “Worse,” he replied with a visible grin, making me laugh through the tears. “Thanks, Pete,” I said softly as our laughter died down, the nickname rolling off my tongue easily. “No problem love,” he said, ruffling the top of my head. I stuck my tongue out at him, our laughter echoing in the darkening skies. The pain in my chest, however, did not ebb away, smiles smaller than they would be.

I stood firmly on one of the Telmarine’s shields as soldiers surrounded me. I swung my swords around, killing the three men around me. I noticed a troupe of soldiers climbing up the stairs leading directly to where I stood. Just a few ways from there stood Caspian, valiantly fighting four Telmarines at the same time with just a shield, his sword lost in the fight. I grinned as an idea popped into my head and I kneeled forward, making the shield slide down the stairs, taking me with it. I slid down the stairs quickly, making the Telmarines fall aside as I barrelled right through them, my swords dealing with the rest of them. “Cas, catch,” I yelled as my momentum picked up, the flight of stairs ending as the shield slid across the slick ground. I threw one of my swords, which flew gracefully through the air right into Capsian’s waiting hand. “Thanks, N/N,” he yelled, immediately slashing at the soldiers in front of him, killing them immediately. I jumped and rolled off of the shield just as I crashed into the wall. Suddenly, I heard a distinct crash near the gate we had entered, and then the rolling of metal as the gate slowly fell. I watched in horror as one of the minotaurs ran toward the gate, lifting it on his shoulders singlehandedly. “FALL BACK,” I heard Peter’s voice ring through the halls, making me glance toward him and see his panic-stricken gaze. His eyes met mine a moment later, and I nodded at him, the most comfortable I could provide. Suddenly, two Telmarines were on me and I broke eye contact, blocking their attacks with a screeching sound before stabbing the sword toward them, my other sword with Caspian. I slowly inched toward the gate, fighting off the Telmarines that had decided I was the only weak link left. Narnians rushed toward the gate and ran past the minotaur, who ferociously held his own. Distracted, I slipped on the wet ground, my ankle rolling as I bit my tongue in pain, slightly adjusting so I could defend myself against the Termarines still attacking me. I heard a galloping near me just as I sliced the last Telmarine’s head off. I looked away from the fallen body toward the sound to see Caspian, Peter, and the Professor riding toward me. Both Caspian and Peter held their arms down, ready to lift me onto their horse. Still peeved with Caspian, I grabbed Peter’s arm as he passed by me before Caspian could cross by, my ankle causing white hot pain to burn through my body. I swung my body over the horse, immediately grabbing onto Pater’s waist, sighing in relief at the immediate loss of pressure on my injury. As I glanced back to look at Caspian, a crestfallen expression clouded his face, a pang of guilt pulsing in my heart. I turned to face forwards, and just as we crossed the gate, the minotaur looking at me hopefully. Then, I heard a sound that made my heart drop.

The gate had fallen, trapping half the Narnians inside. Peter turned his horse to face the gate, his shoulders slumping. Capsian and the professor passed us as Peter looked around to face me, Susan, and anyone who could do anything. The helpless looks each of us held further fueled his desperation as he looked back at the trapped Narnians. A knot formed in my throat as one of the centaurs nodded before turning around, leading a charge at the remaining Telmarines. “PETER, THE BRIDGE,” yelled Caspian’s voice, making Peter snap out of his daze, glancing at me and then the trapped Narnians before starting the horse again. The horse galloped, leaping above the gap on the other side, leaving the Narnians behind. I tightly grasped Peter’s waist, burying my head into the back of his shoulder, the last expressions of the Narnians’ etched into my memories.

“Y/N, come on,” I heard a voice say, making me clearly look around. We had reached a relatively safe part of the woods, and people were dismounting the horses to proceed on foot. Peter was the one who had awoken me, sliding off the horse once I came to and then helping me down. Caspian was getting off his own horse right next to us, landing on the ground with a thud. I swung my leg over the horse’s body to one side before jumping down, landing on both feet. Blood rushed to my ankle, making me yelp in pain. Immediately, two sets of arms were around me, helping me support my weight. “I got this,” said Peter through gritted teeth, glaring at Caspian before lifting me up so his arms were supporting the crook of my knees and my upper back. I curled into his side, the pain easing slowly as the other two sets of hands immediately let go of me. Peter then walked forward with a surge of power, a glance showing me the sight of Caspian standing alone in the woods, a wide berth around which people moved. “I’m not letting Caspian be around you after the way he hurt you, I swear to Aslan,” said Peter angrily, the guilt building up to create rage. I didn’t respond, choosing to close my eyes again and try to ignore everything.

The sun was rising soon enough, just as we reach Aslan’s How. “What happened?” asked Lucy, a pained expression on her face as she took in the sight. So few of us hand returned. “Ask him,” sneered Peter, still carrying me. “Peter,” admonished Susan, just as Caspian questioned, “Me?”. “Cas,” I warned lowly, making him glance at me for a second softly, his expression then hardening as he looked at Peter. “You could have called it off, there was still time,” protested Caspian, making both Peter and Caspian slow to a halt. Peter slowly released me, supporting my weight with my arms, my injured ankle floating slightly above the ground as I balanced myself. “There wasn’t thanks to you,” said Peter, voice metallic with anger. “If you’d kept to the plan, then those soldiers would definitely be alive right now,” continued Peter, pointing accusingly at Caspian, his other arms supporting me. “AND IF YOU’D JUST STAYED HERE LIKE I’D SUGGESTED, THE DEFINITELY WOULD BE,” yelled Caspian just as angrily. “You called us, remember?” asked Peter sarcastically, slowly easing away the support. “My first mistake,” stated Caspian. “Caspian, that’s enough,” I chided sharply. “No, your first mistake was thinking you could lead these people,” said Peter, walking away. “Peter, stop it,” I said venomously, trying to stop the argument. “HEY!” yelled Caspian, making Peter look at him with a disgusted expression. “I am not the one who abandoned Narnia.” “You invaded Narnia, you have no more right to be here than Miraz does,” yelled Peter at Caspian, Capsian walking away quickly. I tried to follow Caspian, grasping onto his sleeves desperately in vain. “You, him your father. Narnia’s better of without the lot of you,” yelled Peter after him, making Caspian stop in his tracks. Caspian yelled, drawing his sword and pointing it at Peter, who retaliated. “WOAH, THAT IS ENOUGH! BOTH OF YOU STOP IT,” I yelled, leaping forward and placing myself between their swords. “Trumpkin,” I gasped softly, making both the men turn to look where I was staring, heartbroken. “TRUMPKIN, NO” I yelled, rushing forward, ignoring the pain in my ankle as I landed next to the dwarf, who was not responding. “Lucy, please,” I begged as she ran forward with her cordial, a drop spilling from the bottle as she knelt next to Trumpkin beside me, Susan and Edmund also surrounding him. He gasped suddenly, making me laugh in relief as he sat up and said, “What are you all staring at for? Telermaines will be here soon enough.” “I’m so happy to have you, Trumpkin,” I said, pulling the dwarf into a reluctant hug. “Y/N, you need some too,” gasped Lucy as she noticed my ankle, which was now a sickly purple. “Oh, it’s fine, nothing a little transformation can’t fix,” I replied, shrugging a little. “Transformation? Whatever do you mean?” asked Edmund, Susan giving a cordial nod to show her curiosity. Peter and Lucy shared expressions of understanding before looking at me. “... wait, you guys don’t know?” I asked, making the two all just look at me with more confusion. “Oh, this is awesome,” I replied, grinning mischievously as I breathed in for a minute before changing my form, immediately healing my hurt ankle as I took the shape of a raven. “Wait, that means you’re not human!” exclaimed Susan as I flitted around from creature to creature, breaking up the sad aura slightly. I did notice that Ginabrik was missing, but didn’t pay much heed to it as I perched on Lucy’s shoulder, who scratched the edge of my wing with a single finger. I then flew off of her and transformed back into my normal form, the injury in my ankle now gone. “So I carried you all this way for nothing?!” said an exasperated Peter once he realized that I was healed. “Yep, basically,” I said, smiling slyly before going into the How, Peter following beside and muttering angrily, Edmund and Trumpkin falling into stride behind us. “One drop of Adam’s blood. Then I am yours, my King,” I heard a sugar-sweet voice whisper through the tunnels of the How, I sudden wintry cold settling in my bones. Edmund and Peter both froze as they heard the voice, making me unsheathe my sword silently in preparation for the danger to come.

“Stop!” Peter yelled as he ran forward, the rest of us following him as we rounded the corner right in front of the broken Table. Caspian stood as if in a trance in the middle of a circle, his hand outstretched toward the scary but beautiful woman. “PETER, GET TO CASPIAN!” I yelled, taking over his fight with the hag, allowing him to run forward and push Caspian out of the circle. “I heard Lucy yell in pain, but before I could do anything the hag leaped at me again, forcing me back into the fight. Different sorts of groans and growls filled the How as everyone fought, Peter now standing in front of the witch with his sword pointed threateningly. “Peter dear, I missed you. Come. Just one drop,” coaxed the witch, a sickeningly sweet smile on her face. “Get away from me,” I growled as the hag stood up, jumping on my back and distracting me again. “DON’T DO IT PETER!” I yelled as Peter’s sword lowered slowly, just as I buried my sword into the hag’s chest. I started to run toward the ice wall, only to see it start to shatter, the tip of a sword destroying the ice bit by bit. The ice shattered completely to reveal Edmund, his sword raised above him in both his hands. I walked gingerly toward Peter and Caspian, both of whom were facing Edmund. “I know. You had it sorted,” muttered Edmund, walking away. Peter followed immediately after, Lucy and Trumpkin leaving to go back up, leaving Capsian and me alone. “WHAT. IS. WRONG. WITH. YOU,” I yelled into the boy’s face, jabbing my finger into his chest, forcing him to hurriedly stumble away. “THE WHITE WITCH?” I groaned in frustration. “I didn’t expect it to be her,” protested Capian weakly. “You can’t risk like this Caspian, you have to lead us. I hate to say it, but Peter, Edmund, Susan, and Lucy will have to leave and go back to their home, wherever it is! You are our only chance, you can’t just fucking blow it!” I explained to him through gritted teeth, crossing my arms angrily. “Please,” I whimpered, making Caspian expression fall. “Please be safe. I can’t lose more people,” I whispered almost silently before I ran off, leaving Caspian to stand in the room alone, the evidence of his stupidity staring him in the face. I went up the How, leaning against one of the walls and sitting, fiddling with the edge of my vest. I must have fallen asleep, cause I woke up to someone yelling my name. I stood up immediately, hitting my head against the wall. I groaned in pain, running in the direction of the voice to reach the front of the How, Caspian, Peter, Lucy, and Edmund gathered in the area, and Susan, the professor, and the others gathered just beyond on the same level. “What is it?” I questioned, rubbing at my head as I walked out. I then noticed the large army walking toward the How, carrying weapons and catapults the Old Narnians couldn’t even begin to fight alone. A steady thumping emanated from the marching soldiers as I looked at Capsian worriedly, an anxious expression on his face too. I reached for his hand, which wrapped around mine easily. “We need a plan. Now,” said Peter, Caspian nodding in agreement for once.

“And she won’t be alone,” Susan and I said simultaneously, both of us glancing at each other in support. “Haven’t enough of us died already?” asked Trumpkin in a pained voice, looking from me to Lucy. “None of us have lost hope,” I muttered softly, making Trumpkin’s expression soften. “For Aslan,” I heard Repicheep say, drawing his sword. “For Aslan,” echoed another one of the bears. “And for Narnia,” I said, my voice ringing with an air of finality. “Then I’m going with the both of you,” said Trumpkin, making both of us disagree. “We need you here,” said Lucy. “We have to hold them off until Lucy, Susan, and Y/N get back,” said Peter. “If I may,” Capsian said respectfully, making me smile at the boy, “Miraz may be a tyrant and a murderer… but as king, he is subject to the traditions and expectations of his people. There is one, in particular, that may buy us some time.” I grinned as I realised the brilliance of the plan.

“Lucy, you have to go alone,” said Susan to her younger sister, sweeping off her horse and standing beside my own horse, which Caspian had lent. She smacked the horse, who reared and took off running, before looking at me and nodding determinedly. I swept off my own horse, swinging my swords around. Susan attacked the Telarmarines in the distance, while I attacked the ones which tried to approach Susan. Soon, however, there were too many to fight, one of my swords lost somewhere, the other struggling valiantly against the many Telmarines. Suddenly, I heard the sound of galloping as I fell backward, a horse rearing and crushing the last of the Telmarines under its mighty hooves. “Y/N!” I heard a familiar voice say, Caspian appeared in front of me and grabbed my arm, immediately pulling me up before helping Susan as well. “Are you okay?” asked Capsian, looking over me and then at Susan, both of us nodding. He enveloped me in a strong hug, making the adrenaline slow down a bot as my heart eased it’s thumping. “We should go then,” said Caspian, helping me up onto my own horse and then aiding Susan behind me. The three of us took off to where the duel was ongoing, Peter glancing around worriedly between us for his youngest sister. I shook my head solemnly, making his expression fall slightly. “Thank you,” I heard Peter say to Caspian before Peter directed me to stand bedside Edmund and Capsian, tasking Susan with going up the How with the rest of the archers.

“CASPIAN, NO!” I yelled as he ran toward a group of four Telmarines, fighting all of them single-handedly. I continued fighting the two Telmarines on me, making a quick job of them before looking back at Caspian. He looked overwhelmed as more Telmarines huddled around him, recognizing him as the main threat. I slayed the Terlmarines that surrounded me, making slow progress in Caspian’s direction. Just as I reached him, I noticed a small dagger in the hand of one of the soldiers who stood behind Caspian. “CASPIAN, CAREFUL,” I tried warning to no avail as my voice was silenced by the din of the battle waging around us. In a desperate last attempt, I knocked down one of the Telmarines in front of me. As he fell, I placed my foot on his shoulder and leaped behind Caspian, just as the dagger dove to pierce Caspian. “Y/N!” screamed Caspian, though his voice was slowly becoming softer as I fell to the ground, the dagger pierced my abdomen. I heard Caspian roar before attacking the soldiers around him with new fervor, forming a circle of protection around me as blood slowly left my body, the dagger still in place. A sharp burning clouded my senses, leaving me useless on the battlefield. Everything faded to black, with no energy for me to try and heal myself.

A warm flavor spread across my tongue, almost like cinnamon, vanilla, and fire. The slow throbbing in my lower abdomen halted, leaving me in a surprisingly unhurt state. “She isn’t waking up! Why isn’t she waking up?!” I heard a pained voice call out, the familiar voice and the hurt behind it making my own heart ache. “Y/N, please wake up, please,” the voice pleaded, a hand brushing the side of my face. I flinched, my eyes flicking open, the sunlight immediately burning into my face. “That tastes really good, can I have some more?” I murmured deliriously, rubbing at my eyes and trying to push myself up. “YOU’RE AWAKE,” a voice yelled, a set of arms immediately tackling me back into the… bed? “No, I’m a ghost! Now, geddof me you oaf,” I protested, pushing at Caspian to get away from me, though his arms gave a sense of security that made my heart thrum. I looked around to see we were in the castle, Lucy standing on the side with a smile on her face. “Thank you,” I mouthed to her and she grinned at me in return, walking delicately out of the room and closing the door, leaving me and Caspian alone. “Do you know how scared I was? I would never forgive myself if you died because of me!” scolded Caspian, his arms nearly suffocating me as he continued to hold onto me for dear life. “Oh, who cares about me? I’m just one of the knights,” I replied airily, squirming in the boy’s grip. “No,” said Caspian, loosening his hold on me to move and sit right in front of me, his weight on my legs. “You are the most important person I have in my life Y/N. If you died, I wouldn’t be able to live,” he said, a ringing honesty in his voice that made my eyes water. “Now rest up. You and I, my dear, have a lot of adventures to go on,” said Caspian, laying down next to me, both of us falling asleep in the room. Caspian’s room.

#caspian x reader #prince caspian x reader #knight!reader #i'm so tired #narnia x reader #narnia

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ornateorchid · 2 months

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wake up babe new elliot knight pics just dropped

(these aren't new ive just never seen them before)

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ilovelosermen69 · 8 months

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Girls when he does the bare minimum in fanfiction

#cod x reader #cod x male reader #call of duty modern warfare #mortal kombat x male reader #mortal kombat x reader #slasher community #slashers x reader #slashers x male reader #mk1 #moon knight x male reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #marc spector x reader #jake lockley x reader #din dijarin x reader #din dijarn x male reader #the mandolorian x reader #joel miller x reader #the last of us

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eyelessfaces · 2 months

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hell yeah

#moon knight #poe dameron #marc spector #llewyn davis #steven grant #mikael boghosian #poe dameron x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #laurent leclaire #oscar isaac

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in-som-niyah · 23 days

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ok another floating thought:

Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.

Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.

6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.

Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.

You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.

As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.

Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.

GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)

no time to cook or order? He's gotchu

too tired? already on the way

exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook

and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?

I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK

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hanasnx · 3 months

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MINORS DNI 18+

Riding on the back of JASON TODD’s motorcycle gets you incredibly hot. Everything from the way he put your helmet on and gave it a pat-pat to make sure it was nice and snug and safe; how he coached you to lean with him when he made turns; how you sat on a vibrating vehicle with your cheek nuzzling the cold leather of his bike jacket and your arms wrapped securely around his thick torso; and during stop-lights he’d reach behind him to rub your thigh, checking on you, making sure you’re okay. You wore the little black dress he likes, the one that rides up a bit high on your thigh, but he told you he wants people to stare at the hot piece of ass on the back of his bike. Now he’s parked the cycle, got his jacket unzipped and his helmet under his arm, running a hand through the hair he hasn’t cut in too long. All you can think about is giving him the most offensive head of his life. “What are those fuck-me eyes for, baby?”

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dr3c0mix · 4 months

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OK HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME O-

Yandere knight thats all stoic and stuff but is very open about loving royal!reader

Like this bitch will scold you for leaving his side for 5 minutes, you need to stay near him! Not wander around carelessly!

Hes brutal and ruthless but you bring out that spark of kindness in him

Yan CEO is back on the table, either secretary darling who he denies all feelings for even though he shows a l o t of favoritism towards them or rival ceo darling who he wants to hate but THEYRE SOooOO hOt!!!

Yan emperor and concubine reader? Idk whether i should make him utterly bratty an whiny or zesty✨ like its either “please please please marry me i promise ill give you anything you want plea-“ or the embodiment of the word tease

Yan villain OH MY GOD HES SO SKBDWBJDSNJSB BUT LIKE idk if i want the reader to be a villain as well or a superhero

OHMYGOD ALSO yandere gang x reader where darling finds themself somehow saving a gang of thugs and they instantly fall for them and want to make them their boss, they are on their hands and knees to serve you! You can rule half of the city with them!! Theyre kinda dumb but theyre very very sweet

Also thinking of making a multi yan fic with a neko reader just because <3

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saturncodedstarlette · 2 months

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[Before the fallen]

Angel!Lucifer : —and then we’ll be done. It’s going to be easy!

Knight!Y/N : There’s got to be another way. I mean, maybe—

Angel!Lucifer : Father and my siblings, the rest of them.. they don’t care! They never have. We can end it all right here, right now.

Knight!Y/N : You know this is crazy right?

Angel!Lucifer, nods :

Knight!Y/N : Your status, my purpose— none of it will matter anymore

Angel!Lucifer, nods more excitedly :

Knight!Y/N : This will change everything

Angel!Lucifer : I know, isn’t it so exciting?!

Knight!Y/N, sighed but smile : ..yes, it is

Angel!Lucifer, holds their hands : We can leave our old lives behind. I want to live here with human beings! I wanna live here with you! We'll both finally be free!

Knight!Y/N : ..okay, I’m ready.

Angel!Lucifer, tearing up : Thank you, my dove.

Knight!Y/N : Anything for you, your high— I mean— my Lucifer?

Angel!Lucifer, laughs :

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel incorrect quotes #Hazbin hotel x reader #Hazbin hotel x you #Hazbin hotel Lucifer #Hazbin hotel Lucifer x reader #Hazbin hotel Lucifer x you #Hazbin Lucifer #Hazbin Lucifer x reader #Lucifer morningstar #lucifer morningstar x reader #Lucifer x reader #lucifer x you #knight!reader #knight!y/n #angel!y/n #angel!reader #hazbin hotel angel lucifer #Original script : Steven Universe | A single pale rose

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murc0ck · 1 year

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i know he's fictional but i would love nothing but to devour that man

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the-witheredroses · 5 months

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Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)

CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.

(Lmk if you want more in the future)

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.

So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.

Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.

You’re in his office? Bend over.

You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.

Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.

Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.

If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.

His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.

Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.

When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.

“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight

Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.

Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.

Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.

He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.

His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.

When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.

Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.

“You did so good for me, darling…”

Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.

But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.

Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.

Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.

His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.

Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.

He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?

Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.

He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.

“So pretty… so pretty…”

Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.

As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.

He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.

Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.

Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.

He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.

Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.

“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”

All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.

Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.

Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.

Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3

Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.

Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.

“Our beautiful darling…”

Basil Stitt - Lightningface

Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.

Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.

He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.

Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.

As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.

He needs you to feel good. He needs you.

When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.

His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.

“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”

Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick

Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.

Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.

Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.

Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.

Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.

Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.

Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.

Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.

“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”

Blue Jones - Sucker Punch

Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.

He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.

You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.

With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.

Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.

Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.

You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.

When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.

“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.

Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.

After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.

As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.

He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.

Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.

With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.

His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.

When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.

“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”

Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina

Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.

This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.

The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.

You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.

As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.

Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.

His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.

His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.

When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.

“Get up. It’s my turn.”

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune

Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.

Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.

Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.

He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.

Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.

He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3

His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.

Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.

When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.

When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.

“I still have time, shall we go for another?”

Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)

John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.

He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.

John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.

Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.

With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.

His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.

At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.

He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.

Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.

John pats his shoulder.

“Come, rest your head.”

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier

Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.

He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.

You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.

He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.

As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.

As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.

When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.

“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”

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Thanks for reading!

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Yandere Short Stories:

Knight in Shining Armor

Yandere Monster Knight x Princess Reader

TW: delusional Yandere, Yandere behavior, kidnapping (mentioned), etc.

Ajax had always been princess (your name)’s confidant and source of solace… so why did he have her cornered on the bed of the inn? His large, muscular frame towered over her as his body trembled.

“I can’t do it… I can’t let you marry some other man.” Ajax whispered, his metal mask hiding his expression. There was no doubt in (your name)’s mind that he was shaken up about something. She had no clue why he’d be so upset about her getting married…

“Ajax, it was bound to happen eventually. It’s my duty as the kingdom’s princess-“ (your name) gasped when he closed the distance between them. Ajax’s large palms pulled her into a tight hug. The force of the hug caused them both to land on the small bed with a soft plop.

“Ajax-“ Ajax placed a finger on (your name)’s lips to pause her words.

“I won’t allow it… I won’t allow some other man to sully you.” Ajax’s deep voice made her body anxiously shake. “Not when I’ve wanted you for so many years…”

“Ajax-“ (your name)’s eyes widened when he finally removed the mask that’s concealed his face for over a decade. Ajax was half orc? (Your name) hadn’t a clue and she had been with him for so many years…

“I’m half monster, I thought you knew.” Ajax chuckled as his crimson eyes flitted over (Your name)’s frozen form. She was now a helpless lamb trapped in the maw of the wolf. “It’s why the other knights have been so cruel to me… why the maids avoid me like the plague and your father wanted to send me to war.”

(Your name)’s eyes can only take on his scarred and burned face in shock. Why was half the skin on his mouth missing and his tusks filed down? Who had hurt him so much that he didn’t confide in her, his best friend? What atrocities had he faced while she remained none the wiser?

(Your name) were shocked when he bent down to show you his teeth. His tusks were clumsily filed down to almost look like teeth but they were still rather sharp. “I did the tusk work, but they grow back rather quickly. The skin on my face is still healing from when there was an assassination attempt on you from your future husband’s concubines. Bastard was going to pour acid on your face.”

(Your name) reached up to trace the scars on his face while Ajax gave her a soft smile. “Ajax…”

“You’re the only one who’s never treated me like a monster… you’re so wonderful and kind.” Ajax moved his large, gloved hands to hold her hands. “That old king doesn’t deserve you. No one does!”

(Your name) blushed when Ajax brought her hands up to his lips to press tender kisses over each of her knuckles. Despite how badly Ajax wished to ravish her, he must keep his composure.

“You took this amount of damage for me?” (Your name)’s voice was barely above a whisper, yet it made Ajax melt into a puddle.

“Of course I did. I will do anything for you.” Ajax moved himself to crouch on the corner of the bed, his head in a slight bow. Yet (your name) could feel the burning obsessed behind his crimson gaze. “I am in love with you. Madly, deeply, entirely devoted to you and only you.”

Ajax grasped (your name)’s bare foot and brought it up to his mouth to press tender kisses across the top of it. “I will love you until my skin rots off my body and I am nothing but bones. Yet even death could not separate me from you for I will be in every corner of your life like a permanent shadow of protection. I will protect you with my entire being and soul. I will haunt and dismember your enemies if you so much as give them a glance of distaste.”

(Your name) felt her blood run cold when Jax gave her a bright grin that reopened a few of the stitches across his cheeks. The blood dripped down his face and onto her foot, but he merely lapped it up with his longer tongue. “Now tell me… is what I feel not love? I may not be a handsome prince but I swear I’m your knight in shining armor.”

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Kinktober 1. - Accidental stimulation.

Marc Spector x F!Reader.

Tags & warnings. Accidental stimulation + semi-public. (+18)

Word count. 1.4k

Summary. The only space in the car is on your best friend's lap.

Kinktober masterlist.

Dragging Marc out of his apartment was undoubtedly always an odyssey for anyone who tried it. Fortunately, you had a little something hidden in your pocket called 'the best friend privilege' that always resulted in him fulfilling your whims.

That, and the slight feeling of jealousy that invaded him when you spent time with friends who weren't him.

It was a good day for both of you, after all, no matter how big the group of people you went out with was, it was as if you were always in your little world, just him and you. Chatting alone, walking behind the others, and always taking a few minutes to take photos at your request.

In the end, the rest of your acquaintances had already gotten used to it, and as distant as you might seem, they still loved and included you two. So it was no surprise to either of you that after lunch, the arcade, and the movies, they were relentlessly urged to take you back to one of your apartments.

"There's no way we'll all fit in your car." Six people in a car meant for five. You leaned a little after saying it, your eyes calculating the space in the back seat.

"Sit on Marc." The owner of the car shrugged as he jingled the keys in his hand, waiting for a response. It was a lost battle; both he, Marc, you, and the other ones knew that there was no way out other than simply accepting the offer.

"I'm not sure how safe that is." You hummed, pursing your lips before turning to Marc. "What do you think?"

He shrugged too.

"It's a short ride from here to my apartment."

You sighed; if he was convinced, it meant you were being the difficult one.

In a matter of minutes, everyone was squeezed into the car, you on top of Marc, the others having to shrink their bodies to avoid invading each other's space.

"Sit properly," he murmured, irritated by the way you were sitting almost on his knees to avoid bothering him. Because yes, both of you were basically inseparable, but Marc was a bit of a cat when it came to his relationships – sometimes he wanted physical contact, sometimes he wanted to push you into another room so that he could have some space.

He slid an arm around your waist and pulled your body until your back was leaning against his chest. Of course he didn't think through his actions and the consequences they could bring, or at least that's what he realized when the car passed its first stop and he felt you jump on his lap.

He gasped, low enough that you wouldn't hear it.

“Did you have a good time today?” You whispered as your fingers softly caressed his forearm until you reached the only bracelet Marc wore on his wrist. A gift from you.

He only could hope that you wouldn't see how the hairs on his arm stood up at how delicate your fingers were, causing chills to run down his entire spine.

“Mhm.” It was hard to concentrate with your ass pressed against him like that.

The music in the car wasn't loud enough to be annoying, but it was loud enough to cover your conversation as well as any curses that left Marc's lips. Next to him, one of his friends was dozing, the other was scrolling on her phone lazily.

Marc pretended to settle into place and mentally prayed that you wouldn't feel something between his legs starting to wake up, right against the inside of your thighs.

Was it necessary for you to wear that sundress specifically today?

Another small bump in the road and it was enough for Marc's cock to completely harden while you looked out the window and continued making those imaginary drawings on his arm. Of course you felt it, but there wasn't much you could do about it, especially with the way he held you to his body with his arm.

“Fuck.” He muttered, breathless as you shifted in your spot, returning to sit on his hip after the movement of the road caused you to slide down a few inches.

You could feel his hardness pressing between your legs, at one point the clothes being the only thing stopping him from fucking you mercilessly until your legs wouldn't work. His arm tightened around you and you swore the air was escaping your lungs, not knowing exactly if it was because of the way he was crushing you against him or because you could already feel your underwear becoming damp, a heat that you recognized perfectly in your lower abdomen and between your legs.

He pushed your entire body down with his arm, seeking to satisfy himself with that same friction that the pressure of your body gave him, until, of course, that was no longer enough. He pushed his hips up, a discreet movement, somehow, but you could feel it perfectly.

The fact that you weren't facing him gave you the chance to bite your lower lip and silence any noise that Marc tried to snatch from your throat with his actions.

The second push was less discreet, more desperate. He buried himself between your legs as if he wanted to tear both of your clothes and dig into you once and for all.

“Are they ever going to fix these damn streets?” The boy mumbled from the driver's seat. Small cement bumps provoked the car to make an almost vibrating movement for just a few seconds.

Marc almost fainted.

You knew it was too much for him when his forehead rested against your shoulder, his curls tickling your cheek and making you smile with how agitated you both were. You raised the hand that was on his arm to stroke his hair, pushing a few strands away from his forehead.

That would be the perfect position for both of you, or at least that's what he thought. Plunging into you to the hilt, your walls milking him as he listened to you moan his name loudly, with you pulling his hair and moving your hips to your liking, maybe he'd even let you keep that beautiful dress on, just lifting it up and moving your panties just a little to the side.

But for now, he'd have to settle for this. For the playful way you pulled at his curls as if it would bother him.

On the contrary, he almost made his lip bleed by having to silence the groan that was stuck in his throat. At this point your juices were wetting his pants and that was what gave him the clue that maybe this wasn't bothering you much.

Or nothing at all, he himself could feel you putting pressure on his erection as you pushed your ass down. As well as the way you spread your legs almost imperceptibly to let him settle between your thighs.

“You are going to make me cum on my fucking pants.” He whispered right in your ear, and you swallowed hard.

His left hand, which was between the car door and your body, slid under your dress, where he squeezed your thigh, his nails digging into your skin. You looked to the opposite side to verify that neither of the two guys had their attention on you and without looking away you moved your hips slowly.

Back and forth.

By the fourth movement you felt Marc's arm tighten around your waist to keep you still, he scratched your thigh, you could feel it. He let the air out of his lungs in a sigh of relief.

You felt the warm liquid against your skin making his jeans wetter and stickier.

“Was it left or right on this corner?”

"Left." Marc stammered, his voice slightly breaking as his forehead remained on your shoulder. The rise and fall of his chest moved your entire body now that you were comfortably leaning against it.

You chuckled.

A few more seconds of silence and you trying to ignore the way Marc's body shook as the car went over a couple more bumps.

His poor cock was too sensitive and he was getting over stimulated.

"See?"

You and Marc looked back at him in the rearview mirror. You smiled, he didn't.

“It wasn't that much of a problem.” He unlocked the car from the driver's seat. “You have to learn to accept favors.”

“Well, tell that to Marc.” You cleared your throat as you opened the car door. “He had to carry me all the way, he must be exhausted.”

He pinched your thigh and you chuckled again.

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