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Juno persona chart

venus in the houses

what is a juno persona chart? looking into juno persona chart gives more detailed insight of how the relationship and marriage overall of you and your spouse will be like. it also describes them in a sense as well. The Greek Goddess Juno is described to rule over love and marriage and hence why the asteroid is looked into for that theme.

venus represents beauty, aesthetics and values. within the juno persona chart, venus signifies the love within the marriage, relationship style and the beauty that comes along in the marriage.

reminder: this is my interpretation from observations and first hand experiences, so don't take this to heart.

**also this can also be used for signs as well, for example if venus in persona chart is in sagittarius, read what applies to the 9th house as it may resonate as well.

venus in 1st house: lots of embodying of one another. quite literal the definition of worshiping your partner. this placements loves their partners independence, courage and fiery aura. this placement is very protective and encouraging of their partner, they act as if they are their soldier, their guard. are quick to act upon when their spouse needs attention of any kind, are always willing to put their partner first. this placement may love how their partner matches their vibe very well but keeping their identity and staying true to themselves at the same time. they lovee their partner body, yes the appearance may play a big part here also and loving how their spouse looks and presents themselves but its more how they do it and not what they see at that moment if that makes sense.

spouse can have natal venus in aries, 1st house, fire sign or fire house.

venus in 2nd house: this placements way of showing love to their spouse can be by cooking a home cooked meal, buying tiny meaningful gifts to them also. can also be by organising a comfort space for their loved one after they are having a bad day or had a hard day at work. the aesthetic of the marriage is very chill, the couple have a comforting aura towards each other, they can be each others comfort space. income is valued amongst themselves and money matters a lot to this placement. this placement may spoil their spouse and may have a mindset of its only acceptable if i spend lots of money on the person that i love in order to show that i truly love them. this placement may value objects and may have a collection of some sort that they keep, perhaps its crystals, books, scarfs, earrings etc etc whatever it is it is very special to this placement and it is very appreciated when others acknowledge their love for objects and even better when someone adds to their collection.

spouse can have natal venus in taurus, 2nd house, earth sign or earth house.

venus in 3rd house: love is very much shown by hobbies and words. lots of words of affirmation 'you look beautiful today', 'i love you' and so on. lots of strolls through the neighbourhood and doing things and spending time within the neighbourhood. for example the couple could easily just go out on a walk around their neighbourhood and go on a creative venture. sharing love through buying latest technologies and sharing some technical skills to each other, it may be internet influenced approaches as well like going online shopping or buying majority of house items from online. the couples may value the arts of writing and their relationship with ones siblings, perhaps this placement has a solid connection with their siblings and may be a big part of their life and perhaps the other also has good relations with their spouses siblings and so forth.

spouse may have natal venus in gemini, 3rd house, air sign or air house.

venus in 4th house: love between the couple is caring, sensitive and very protective. this placement tends to be very protective of their spouse and almost to the point of they'll do anything for them. literally if their spouse gets upset they get upset and want to fix it. nothing is more important to them than them being happy. the couple value their family traditions and most likely will pass it on onto their kids and will make sure to teach their kids the importance of their homeland and heritage. this placement may love how invested their partner is about their ancestry and is always wanting to find themselves. the couple may connect by relating to they way they were brought up and may agree on many things. this placement may have good relations with their family and therefore may appreciate their spouse doing the same. the aesthetic of their home is very important for this placement, it provides not only comfort but a chance for them to create special memories that they'll remember forever and pass it on for generations to come.

spouse may have natal venus in cancer, 4th house, water sign or water house.

venus in 5th house: this placement may love how fun, independent, well spoken and creative their spouse is. the love between the couple are seen by many, they are not afraid to show their love to each other in public and are proud to show off their partner to other people. the aesthetics in this relationship may be part of an entertainment business, lots of creativity in this marriage, arts, singing, dancing, writing, anything that requires to be creative is valued among each party and may be a very important part of their identity and who they are. this placement enjoys pleasure so expect them to get their way and no other, this placement will do anything in order for them to feel satisfactory and the same goes with their partner, they may want only the best for their partner and will go all out for them to make sure they are happy and satisfied. this placement may enjoy intimacy like no other, being intimate in their eyes is art itself, it connects both parties and this placement may find it beautiful how the whole thing plays out.

spouse may have natal venus in leo, 5th house, fire sign or fire house.

venus in 6th house: this couples way of showing love is definitely through acts of service, this placement is ready to literally do anything for their spouse just to show how much they love them. taking care of their spouse is how they express their love for them for example if they are sick in bed or, if they are back from a long day in work and so forth. this placement may romanticise their lifestyle and put in as much effort into it in order to satisfy their needs and their partners. this also may refer to loving their other half's flaws and insecurities, being in love for who they are and not what they are, not caring what may be wrong with them as others may put it. this placement may provide and show love by factoring lots of labour for their partner also which quite literally can mean that they may perform services for their spouse whether its doing what they ask, going out of their way to do extra work for instance when it may not necessarily be needed.

spouse may have natal venus in virgo, 6th house, earth sign or earth house.

venus in 7th house: the love shared between the couple is romantic, everlasting type of love, the love you see of an long lasting marriage of an elderly couple. the couple may express their love through physical touch like holding hands, hugging, holding onto your arm and so on and anything that requires skin to skin contact. i feel this placement also loves to keep their peace and keep everything within the relationship fair. the aesthetic of the relationship may be very peaceful and full of luxurious items in the home, so the home can be very organised and every single item is picked out precisely to the tee. they love to go out shopping for the tiny luxurious things such as perfume testing or going to shop for artistic supplies. this placement loves when their partner goes all out for them and drops everything for them, the definition of having their full attention.

spouse may have natal venus in libra, 7th house, air sign or air house.

venus in 8th house: love can be shared in secret, i feel like with this placement they show love to each other privately so the public may not see that side of the marriage. the sign its in can tell how the couple may express it privately, so for example in aquarius, there may be lots on and off moments. the couple may get along when it comes to shared money so they may get along more when one one gets a bonus at their work, or if they got extra money and so on. this couple may not be seen in public together either, whether its due to each others work schedule or their routines, most of the time they keep it low. may appreciate when their partner trusts them especially when they open up about their trauma and difficulties in life.

spouse may have natal venus in scorpio, 8th house, water sign or water house.

venus in 9th house: love is shown through interest in topics in what their spouse has to say, for example if they have learned a new thing and they share it with their spouse and this placement is in full attention mode in order to show their full interest in what their other half has to say. this placement reminds me of 'did you know this' and 'did you know that' sort of thing, always sharing what they know to their spouse. this couple may value their higher education and are proud of their success in that field. this placement has a special spot for journeys and if their spouse takes them on a journey they will take that as in that they love them. they love it whenever what they say or teach to their spouse how they use that knowledge and share it with other people, this placement appreciates it and its a sign in their eyes that their partner believes and trusts them.

spouse may have natal venus in sagittarius, 9th house, fire sign or fire house.

venus in 10th house: the couple show their love by working hard and proving themselves to beyond expectations over and over again just to prove how much their spouse means to them. reputation has a lot of value, so this placement will spend lots of money to make sure their partner looks the best and feels the best. they may love it when they are exposed to others and them seeing the love that they have for each other. the couple appreciates the maturity of one another in professional situations, they know when to draw the line when it comes to professional titles. this placement loves and is proud of their partners career choices, they find it very motivating. this couple may like to show off lots, their luxury, their home, their cars, anything that may require competition, they like being on top as it shows their validity as respectful human beings.

spouse may have natal venus in capricorn, 10th house, earth sign or earth house.

venus in 11th house: the love between the two is known amongst social groups, everyone knows them as the couple. this couple may be role models and may be know online (the sign in which venus is in can tell you why, for example if in cancer the internet may view how caring one is for each other and how protective and family oriented they are and so forth). this placement may love how their partner is independent, how different they are from other people so they may feel like they hit the jackpot with their spouse. the relationship may be filled with lots of unconventional things and find beauty in those areas in their lives such as roles that are not usually done in a traditional way, they have their own way of finding the glam and beauty in their marriage, different from the stereotype couples.

spouse may have natal venus in aquarius, 11th house, air sign or air house.

venus in 12th house: the couples way of showing love to each other is dreamy and can make the other nearly read ones mind and make their desires of the way they want to be loved come true which makes it feel like their dreams have came true. but on the other hand there is lots of creativity in this marriage, lots of ethereal aesthetic and lots of desires to make their partners dream come true, so with this placements there is most likely going to be lots of travel surprises such as them buying a ticket and saying to their spouse 'yeah, we are going to this place in two days so get ready' but it might be a dream destination for their spouse. others may view this relationship to be a dream come true, there may be lots of illusions for other people that this marriage is perfect. this placement may love how creative, imaginative and out of this world their spouse is, perhaps their spouse is someone they have always dreamed off and they are the perfect representation of their perfect one.

spouse may have natal venus in pisces, 12th house, water sign or water house.

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heli-writes · 8 days

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A dragon's heart, part 11.

Pairing: Barbarian!Bakugou Katsuki x female!reader

Summary: The dragonblood tribe is known for being cruel, barbarian warriors that slaughter, loot and rape all places they pass through. They are feared among the villagers and even bigger cities. Having lost most of their women to a plague, they're trying to ensure their tribe's survival by kidnapping women from other places. However, they're not the only monsters in human form out there. When y/n experiences this first hand, she has no choice but to ask for help from no other but the barbarian leader Katsuki Bakugou himself.

Disclaimer: mentions of injuries, mentions of rape and abuse, mentions of breeding, mentions of death

[Please don't read if you are sensible to or triggered by the topics mentioned above.]

Note: Things are about to take a turn, can you guess what's next?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11

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„Well... that sure was... something.“, Mitsuki says while staring after y/n.

„Tsk, I've told you she's got fire.“, Katsuki tells her smugly.

Part of him understands y/n's anger. Hell, he's angry with his mother too. He can't imagine what it must be like for y/n when people talk over your head. Katsuki knows that y/n isn't stupid. He's sure she figured out that this argument was about her. It's not like his mother tries to hide her disgust about y/n.

Suddenly, the entrance to the tent shifts and Katsuki half-expects y/n to enter the tent again. However, it's Kirishima who pokes his head into the tent. The red-haired man seems to shrink a bit when he spots Mitsuki.

„Uhm, hey chief, hate to interrupt but our scouts have returned from the kingdom. You might want to hear what they have to report.“, Kirishima informs Katsuki.

Katsuki gives him a firm nod and follows him outside. His mother is close behind him. Together they walk to the war tent. It's where the maps are and where the tribe plans its raids and strategic maneuvers. On their way there, they come face to face with multiple injured men. They're taken to the healers. Many of them are unconscious or clutching very bloody wounds.

„What happened?“, Katsuki wants to know but Kirishima only shrugs.

„Don't know any specifics only that the mission must've gone wrong.“, the man tells his leader. Katsuki scoffs. While his men often got injured due to their reckless fighting style, the sight is worrying.

Upon entering the tent, the men inside stiffen and give Katsuki and Mitsuki a sign of respect. Nobody dares to say a word.

„So?“, Katsuki barks, „What happened? Why are my men bleeding to death out there?“

A man in dirty armor stands up. He's not looking too good, actually. Katsuki guesses he's been with the scouts.

„We've been scouting out an area East of the mountains. It was a bit more inland, deeper into Todoroki's territory than usual. It's a rural area far off from any havens or big rivers so we didn't expect to run into any trouble. We were looking for small settlements that we could attack in the next few months.“, the man explained.

„And let me guess, you did run into trouble?“, Katsuki follows up and the man nods.

„Yes, we've just scouted out the area and landed to discuss which settlements would be the best to attack during our next flight when we were ambushed by Todoroki's soldiers. In all honesty, we didn't see them coming. They were hidden from the sight above and even upon landing, our dragons weren't alarmed.“, the man continues.

Katsuki furrows his eyebrows. Their dragons usually can smell prey from miles away. It's strange that none of them sensed the enemy. Moreover, it's quite the same as when y/n and him were ambushed by those bandits. Is this a coincidence? Or is there a connection between the two incidents?

„And then what? Don't tell me our mighty dragon warriors lost to a few mere human soldiers?“, his mother interrupts his trail of thoughts. The scout suddenly looks really pale.

„Well, there were just too many of them. We have no idea where they suddenly came from. We tried to fight them, but it got clear pretty quickly that they overpowered us in numbers. That's why we retreated.“, the man explains in a squeaky voice.

„Retreated? Since when do we retreat? We fight till death! We are warriors!“, his mother's voice booms to through the tent. All men looked at their feet not daring to meet their former chief's eyes.

„We've lost enough people the last few years. We can't afford to lose further tribe members by being reckless. You made the right call.“, Katsuki tells the men and indirectly puts his mother into her place. His mother scoffs and mutters something about cowards under her breath.

„So, how did the king know we'd send scouts to this place? Do we have a traitor among us?“, Kirishima changes the topic.

„The question is did he know or is he simply strengthening his forces?“, another man chirps in.

Katsuki isn't sure about that. They already noticed that there is a stronger military presence throughout the kingdom. He's sure that his tribe's attacks play a significant role in that. In the past few years they've raided more paces than they usually would. They've grown bolder, more desperate, and moved further inward. It might be that the king mistakes their raids for attempts to see how far they can get, to see if they can weaken the kingdom and overtake parts of their territory. Maybe the king doesn't see that these riots are due to the weakened state of the tribe, to ensure their survival.

Or maybe the king senses an opportunity to end the Dragonblood tribe once and for all. Strategically speaking, it wouldn't be a bad idea. The tribe lost strength and if there would be a fitting time to get rid of them once and for all, it would be now. Katsuki did his best to keep the plague a secret and make the tribe look strong on the outside. However, somehow some information must slipped through the cracks. It might be due to outside contacts like Deku or Uraraka. Katsuki refuses to believe there might be a traitor among them. The last thing they need is a riot.

Katsuki's quiet while his men start yelling and fighting in front of him. His mother nudges him. Waking out of his trance, he notices how his men are almost about to start a fistfight.

„Silence!“, he yells and his men freeze before letting go of each other and straightening their posture.

„How many did we lose?“, Katsuki asks calmly.

„About 13 and counting. We don't know how many make it through the night.“, the scout tells him.

An eery silence befalls the tent. It's too many lives lost. Not even four children have been born this year to replace them. Plus, these children were born weakly and maybe won't live until adulthood. If this rate continues, the tribe will be gone before the end of the next decade.

„We need to bring in more women.“, Denki says into the silence.

„Why that? These women only give us weak children! If any at that!“, another warrior comments. Some murmur in agreement. Kirishima looks conflicted and is very careful when he starts speaking.

„Maybe we should consider hiring men from other tribes. If they and their families settle with us, it will improve our situation from a strategic point of view.“, Krishima carefully proposes.

Immediately, men start speaking over each other.

„Bring in outsiders? No way, we can't trust them!“

„These outsiders can't compete with our strength!“

„They will piss themselves just at the sight of our dragons.“

„Silence!“, Katsuki yells once again. The volume comes down again and everybody looks at their leader expectantly.

„We're of dragon blood.“, Katsuki declares, „It's already humiliating that we have to mix our blood with those of commoners. At least that offspring will have some of our ancestors' strength in them.“

„Then what do we do?“, another man asks. Katsuki staightens his posture and lets his eyes wander through the tent.

„We lay low for a while. Scouts will fly in smaller groups. We stay on the outskirts of the Todoroki kingdom. Also, we should scout other kingdoms as well, such as the Yaoyorozu kingdom.“, he declares.

„What about raids?“, a man asks.

„We only hold small raids. Our focus will be bringing in as many females as we can. Leave gold and treasures behind. We only focus on the resources we really need.“, he tells them.

A murmur goes through his men. They don't like holding back. Katsuki understands them. There's no feeling more empowering than letting fire rain on an enemy and taking their treasures. But for now, they will have to focus on more important things.

„Kirishima, send a small scouting party to the Yaoyorozu kingdom. And get me that damn Deku here, goddamnit!“, he orders and pushes himself off the table he was leaning on.

„Now, get the hell out of here!“, he yells at his men. His men rumble and reluctantly leave the tent. Kirishima gives him a worried glance before leaving his friend and his mother alone. When they're alone, Katsuki turns to his mother.

„Do you understand now, Mother? Why I can't wait until one of our own is of age?“, he tells her.

Mitsuki stays silent in response.

~*~*~*~

Y/n's a shadow. She slips in between the tents trying to stay out of sight. Somehow it feels forbidden to seek out another woman. Luckily for her, the warriors of this tribe seem to hold a conference. It makes it easier for her to find her way back to Nadia and it also means that Nadia's husband won't be looming over her and they might just have a minute to talk.

When y/n found her way to Nadia's tent, she stands in front of it inconclusively. She's not sure how to make herself noticeable. It's not like they have a doorbell. Y/n takes a deep breath and decides to carefully enter the place. She pushes the fabric at the entrance away and pokes her head into the tent.

„Nadia?“, she softly calls out to the other woman when she can't see the other woman in the darkness of the tent.

Suddenly, there's rustling and the shuffling of feet. Nadia's face appears in front of y/n and she immediately grabs y/n's arm pulling her into the tent.

„What are you doing? Are you crazy? You can't just walk around in the middle of the day!“, Nadia whispers. Y/n gives her a bewildered look.

„What do you mean? Are you forbidden to go outside?“, she asks the pale woman.

„Aren't you?“, Nadia asks back carefully.

Y/n thinks about this for a moment. Actually, she's not sure. It's not like she could understand Katsuki even if he told her about a rule like that. Then again Katsuki didn't seem too pissed when he saw her walking around earlier. He didn't even chase after her when she left his tent. Y/n shrugs.

„I don't know.“, she answers the other woman truthfully.

Nadia shakes her head in disbelief.

„You need to be more careful.“, Nadia tells y/n. Y/n furrows her brows.

„Why? What are you afraid of? Does your husband really forbid you to go outside?“, y/n rambles desperate to get some information out of Nadia.

Nadia looks into y/n's eyes for a few seconds silently before stating: „You really don't know anything, do you?“

It sounds accusing as if it's somehow y/n's fault that nobody tells her anything. At least not in a language she doesn't understand. Also, she doesn't think that Katsuki is the explaining type of guy.

„No.“, she tells Nadia calmly, „That's why I'm here. I don't understand what is happening. Please tell me everything you know.“

Nadia sighs deeply and then waves for y/n to sit down at a chair. She makes some tea before joining y/n. The women stay silent for another moment. Y/n is itching to pressure Nadia further. Before y/n can open her mouth, however, Nadia carefully asks:

„Do you know why they've brought you here?“

Y/n looks into her tea cup. It's a difficult question. She assumes that Katsuki brought her here because he liked her. A dreadful feeling starts to form in her stomach. What if that's not all? What if Katsuki has further plans for her?

Nadia takes y/n's silence as the answer.

„They brought you here for breeding.“, Nadia tells her without any emotions in her voice.

„E-excuse me?“, y/n asks taken aback. It's a word she has heard farmers use for cattle but never in the context of human beings.

„Have you seen any women around here? Probably not. It's because they're all dead. They bring us here so that we bear their children.“, Nadia explains.

Y/n stares at the woman. She puts down her tea cup. That... can't be right. No, Katsuki wouldn't do that. Of course, there was some tension between them and she's sure that if she'd let him, Katsuki would fuck the living daylight out of her but... not because of that. Because of... what actually? Love? Y/n almost has to laugh at that ridiculous thought. They've known each other for a couple of days. She's sure Katsuki is fond of her, but it's not love. Yet, a hopeful little voice says in the back of her head. Y/n shakes her head to get the thought out of her head.

„That's ridiculous.“, she tells Nadia. The woman leans back in her seat.

„A normal person might think like that. But these aren't normal people. They're monsters, barbarians who don't care about anything but themselves.“, Nadia answers. She sounds bitter.

„I'm sure Katsuki doesn't think that way“, y/n thinks out loud. Nadia's head whips upward.

„Katsuki? As in Katsuki Bakugou? Don't tell me you'll be married off to him!“, Nadia says in horror.

„I'm not sure about the marrying off part...“, y/n trails off.

„Did he put you into fancy clothes and paint and showed you off?“, Nadia asks. Y/n nods silently.

„Then he takes you. For himself or for one of his men, I don't know. Not that it would matter anyway. They're all the same.“, Nadia states.

Y/n crooks her head.

„Tell me Nadia, what did these people do to you that you think so lowly of them? So far, Katsuki wasn't cruel to me.“, y/n asks carefully. Nadia swallows hard.

„They attacked our village. When they've slaughtered most of the men, they rounded the women up. Some of us were chosen and taken to their camp. The others... I don't know raped or killed or both.“, Nadia says in a shakey voice. Clearly, the memory is hard for her.

„You've been taken here against your will?“, y/n asks even though she should be able to guess the answer.

„You weren't?“, Nadia asks again in disbelief. Y/n shrinks under her gaze. She feels as if she should feel ashamed for going with Katsuki.

„I didn't have much of a choice.“, she decides to reply. Nadia starts looking at her hands.

„Neither did we.“, she continues, „We've been brought back here. The men who chose us presented us to the chief who... I don't know, gave them his blessing or something like that. And then...“

Nadia doesn't finish the sentence. It sounds as if she's choking. Y/n doesn't see any tears glimmering in the dusk of the tent.

„Then what?“, y/n whispers breathlessly. She wants to know, even if it's horrible

„Then, the man who chose me took me back here. Violated and abused me right there on this bed.“, Nadia whispers back and points to the bed on the other side of the tent.

„Ever since then, I'm forced to live here as his wife or something. He continues to hurt me, to... He's not a kind man. I'm scared of him. Of him, of this place, of everything.“, Nadia whispers.

Now, y/n sees the shimmer of tears on the other woman's face. She's at a loss for words. What can you say to a woman who is a victim to such terrible crimes? Y/n just bows her head and stares onto her own hands.

She's been blind. Blinded by Katsuki. By his strength that saved her. By the security his presence promises. She's heard the stories of the Dragonblood tribe. Was she really stupid enough to believe that they were all lies? She's seen what Katsuki can do to a few grown-ass men. Murder, abduction, and rape are all she connected to this tribe for years. After a few days with Katsuki and y/n lost all common sense. Mostly, she feels ashamed for not questioning this whole thing further. What kind of person just rides off with a strange man and his firebreathing beast? A stupid one.

„I'm really sorry.“, y/n whispers and takes Nadia's hand. Nadia grips her hand tight.

„Don't be. It's better you're prepared for what happens next.“, Nadia tells her.

Y/n doesn't have the courage to tell her that Katsuki isn't like that. Then again, could she say these words with confidence? She starts to realize that she doesn't know Katsuki at all. Maybe he is that kind of person. He seems to allow his men to commit these acts. So he either approves or doesn't care. Either way, it's bad.

„How many others are there? Women they've brought in?“, y/n asks Nadia. Nadia shrugs.

„I barely leave this tent. I'm too afraid and it's too cold out there anyway. The others probably feel the same, so there is no real way of knowing.“, Nadia tells her.

„You can't just rott here!“, y/n exclaims, „We should contact the other women. It's best if we stick together.“

Nadia looks up at her with tired eyes. Her posture is slumped. Y/n thinks that she looks a hundred years old right now even though she's not much older than y/n herself.

„Y/n...“, Nadia starts, „I can't. I'm too afraid and too tired. You don't know what it's like to do this day in and day out. Never knowing in what kind of mood he comes home.“

Nadia looks exhausted. As if she's already given up on everything and anything.

„Nadia, I'm sure we can do something!“, y/n tries to motivate her.

The pale woman doesn't answer her. She just stares into her tea cup. Everything about her looks dull, y/n thinks.

Suddenly, there's clamoring outside. Voices of men and clashing of metal can be heard. Nadia bolts up.

„You need to go. You can't be here when he comes back!“, Nadia panics and grips y/n's arm. She pulls y/n onto her feet and starts pushing her out of the tent.

„Wait, there's still so much...!“, y/n starts and is interrupted by a sharp hiss by Nadia.

„You need to leave. Now. Or we're both not safe. Don't come looking me for a while. It's too dangerous. I'll find you soon“, Nadia spits out and pushes y/n completely out of the tent.

Y/n stares at the fabric in front of her. The last part sounded like a lie. She's sure Nadia won't try to find her and start something. She's too much in survival mode.

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It's already dusk when y/n is pushed out of Nadia's tent. Men light torches next to their tents and along the paths around the settlement. Keeping Nadia's words in mind, she tries to avoid the men. Most of them, however, don't pay attention to her or only give her curious looks. No one yells at her or tries to drag her back to Katsuki's tent. It makes her wonder how seriously Nadia's explanations should be taken.

Y/n wanders aimlessly around until the sun has set completely and only the torches illuminate the settlement. Men retreat to their tents and the smell of food lingers in the air. Just then, y/n notices how hungry she is. She only had a small breakfast before the presentation. She was too nervous to get much down. Nevertheless, she doesn't want to return to Katsuki. At least not yet.

Her head is pulsing with information she can't really process. She hoped that visiting Nadia could help her navigate this place somehow, to better understand Katsuki and the others. However, Nadia confused her more than it helped. Her own perception of Katsuki and the tribe is so different than Nadia's.

Y/n considers trying to find other women. There must be others that speak her language. Nadia said that multiple women from her village were taken. But since most men returned to their homes, y/n doesn't dare to just open a random tent and peek into it. She promises herself to look into it tomorrow.

When her hands and feet grow too cold, y/n decides she must go inside soon. Somehow she's not ready to find Katsuki yet. Sleeping a night separate from him would be best. Close proximity to Katsuki makes her mind and emotions unpredictable. She needs to clear her head and find a focus.

Unfortunately, she doesn't know any place to go. She considers looking for the tall red-haired man but then again it's likely he settled down for the night as well. And there's no way of telling what his tent is.

So, the only place she does know is the great red's den. Y/n shudders at the thought of having to cross paths with all the other dragons in order to get there. Y/n figures that if they didn't attack her earlier, they probably won't attack her now. She's probably just a fly to them.

The path to the dragons' living space is not as lit as the rest of the settlement. Y/n steals one of the last torches at the outskirts of the settlement. The path is uneven and y/n stumbles over her feet a couple of times. The darkness doesn't bother her. Her people often camped in forests or mountainsides. She's used to hearing strange noises at night or walking in the darkness of the night in order to pee. When she's at the gorge's entrance, she halts for a moment. In contrast to earlier, the place lies in absolute silence. Maybe all the dragons are asleep?, she thinks before taking a deep breath and entering the dragon-occupied territory.

Luckily, she remembers the path to the great red's den well so she walks at a fast but quiet pace. She keeps her eyes low, focused on the path. It's best not to make any eye contact with a dragon. Especially not one of the scary black ones. Her eyes flicker up when she's close to the den. Y/n lets out a shaky breath in relief. She made it!

Suddenly, a hot stenchy breath hits her shoulders and face. Y/n freezes in her step. Don't look, don't look, she tells herself. Another hot steam hits her face. It's hotter than before and closer. The dragon must be right beside her. How did she not notice a giant lizard crawling up on her.

Y/n hears the giant creature shuffle closer. Go away, go away, she prays in her mind. A huge, scaley snout shoves her shoulder. The pressure pushes her over and y/n lets out a loud yelp before dropping to the side and letting go of her torch. Instinctively, she tries to shuffle away from the creature that now completely comes into view. It's a green one. Y/n is sure that the beast must have a bilious green shade in broad daylight. A color as poisonous and deathly as the breath y/n is forced to smell.

The dragon is smaller than the black ones, maybe even than the blue ones. In contrast to those and the great red, it has no horns at the side of its head but a row of sharp spikes from the middle of its head all the way over its spine to its tail that is crowned with two longer, crescent-shaped spikes. Cunning red eyes watch y/n's every move. If y/n wasn't panicking, she probably would've thought that they looked similar to Katsuki's eyes. The pupils of the dragon are formed into fine slits and y/n is sure it is focusing on its prey right now. The prey being her of course.

The creature snarls at y/n and snaps at her. It's enough to make y/n yell out in fear. However, it's clear that the dragon did not intend to truly catch her in between those sharp teeth of its mouth. It's playing with me, y/n thinks. But not in the cute way that the small ones did earlier. More like a cat playing with a mouse. Making it dance and bleed before snapping it in two. It's cruel and befitting for a dragon, y/n thinks.

It kind of makes her angry, too. Clearly, this is an intelligent creature. It makes her sick to the stomach thinking about that this is how she's supposed to die. I can't fight it, y/n figures. And I shouldn't provoke it either. My only chance is to make a break for the red one's den.

Y/n tries not to advert her gaze. If she looks into the direction of the den now, it'd be a dead giveaway. She tries to collect herself, to even her breathing. She closes her eyes for a second and tries to set her intention. When she opens her eyes again, she's met with the burning red ones of the dragon. She gives it a determined stare. I'm not going to back down, I'm not going to die, she recites in her mind over and over again as she slowly stands up keeping her posture bowed and small. She takes one deep breath before starting a sprint in the den's direction.

She can hear the yelping sound of surprise behind her and the massive stomps of the beast following her. Suddenly, electricity lies in the air. For a moment the air seemed to become cooler. Y/N's heart starts racing. She's felt this before. Right before the great red burned that man into ashes. That's it, y/n thinks while quickly sliding down in a sad attempt to dodge the fire.

However, the flames don't reach her because suddenly the great red is standing right in front of her spewing its own fire. Y/n turns back and sees the fire of the green one meet the red one's in a firestorm. Seeing it side by side, y/n thinks that the green dragon's fire has a hint of blue in it in contrast to the red one's fire which is just a glowing red and orange. The green one cannot keep up with the red one's firepower and retreats. The red one throws an eardrum-busting roar after it. Y/n's hands race up to her ears protecting herself from the sound.

Small fires still smolder on the ground when the red dragon resumes its fighting stance. It turns to y/n and she's sure the look the great red gives her is angry. She's so sure about that since Katsuki has the same wild, untamed look in his eyes when he's angry. The red one snarls at her and retreats into its den. Y/n doesn't wait a single second to follow it inside.

„I'm really sorry for just showing up here, you know“, she rambles, „I don't want to go back to Katsuki and I didn't know where else to go. You see the situation is really complicated and...“

Y/n stops her spewing of words mid-sentence. What even is she doing here? Talking to a dragon? Y/n drops her arms to her sides. Suddenly, she feels exhausted and desperate and just... done. This day has been so frustrating. Y/n stares intensely at the ground.

What am I even doing here?, she thinks. Like literally, what am I doing? Following a total stranger who has a terrifying reputation back to his tribe of brutes and warriors? Walking straight into dragon territory? It's like all my logical thinking has gone out of the window since the moment I met Katsuki.

Y/n feels hot tears pour out of her eyes and down her cheeks.

This is so stupid. I'm so stupid.

Maybe it's wrong to blame Katsuki for this. Maybe her making bad decisions started when the world started to fall apart. When the sickness took first her mother and then her father. When her brother left. Why didn't she follow him? Maybe she couldn't have joined the military but she would've made a fine nurse. Why on earth did she think she was better off alone?

Her tears hit the ground. She tries not to let out any sobs. Somehow showing weakness in front of the dragon is humiliating. Nonetheless, she can't help but cower to the ground. She remembers the first day with Katsuki. When she was all alone in the woods and the weight of everything that had happened started to crush her down. She feels the same right now. Only like ten times worth. At least back then she could've had the chance to return to the kingdom, find her brother, do something.

Right now, she's stuck. Her actions are so very limited. She can't tell these people what she wants or doesn't want. Also, she's sure that Katsuki and that blonde woman couldn't care less about what y/n wants. Katsuki didn't even ask her if she wanted to come along. He just assumed and put her onto the back of his dragon. He also didn't ask or even attempt to explain to her what happened this morning. When suddenly three strange women stripped her down and dressed her up like a playdoll.

Maybe Nadia's right. These people do not care about her or the other women. Maybe they do only care about producing children. Maybe that's what Katsuki wants. Maybe him liking her is just a plus point. A little extra he gets because he's the big scary leader.

Y/n pulls her hair at the roots. She lets out a choked scream. She's angry and desperate and so, so frustrated.

Suddenly something nudges her foot. It's one of the little red dragons from earlier. It looks up to her with almost puppy-like eyes and it nestles its head against her leg like a kitten. Y/n lets out a raspy breath she didn't notice she was holding. Furiously, she rubs her eyes.

How silly, she thinks, it's not like crying will help it. She pats the little one's head and suddenly another little one appears on her side. Before she can help it, she's getting tackled again. This time, they're softer than before. Competing for head pats rather than trying to sink their baby teeth into her arms and legs. It's like they are sensing y/n's bad mood and trying to cheer her up.

A giggle rises in y/n's throat and she tries to swallow it down. As she tries to give each of them a head pat, the great red moves over to her and nudges her with its snout as well. Y/n knows better than to touch it without permission. She gives it a small smile however and she believes seeing something like content in its eyes.

Eventually, the little red ones grow tired of tackling y/n and set to rest against the great red. The bigger dragon shifts its wing like it did when y/n and Katsuki looked for shelter under them during the rain. Y/n takes it up on the invitation and slides in between the little ones. She leans against the red's tummy. While the little dragons fall asleep around her and even the great red's breathing starts to slow down, y/n stays wide awake in the darkness.

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fatuifucker · 1 year

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The urge to overstimulate scara till he's a whining sobbing mess... God he would look so pretty 😋🤭

sub trans! wanderer x dom gn reader (cock can be read as strap)

WARNINGS = smut, penetration (reader giving), oral (reader giving), overstimulation, praise at the end, wanderer is named kuni

A/N = experimenting with my writing style again, i feel like trans scara doesn't do as well as amab scara but listen its my blog and if i want to write scara squirting in the reader's face over and over again i will

W/C = 0.7k

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @barbatosfavouritenun, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @yumixxn, @teallapril

He's perfect when he's not running his mouth, name-calling his enemies in fights, or being all high and mighty. No, you much prefer him panting, tongue out like a dog in heat, eyes rolled back and hands clutching onto your scalp. And you, on your knees, face buried into his slutty pussy.

“Just you wait I’ll— I’ll get back at— uh~haah!”

You give him a simple “mhm” as you pull on his puffy clit, coaxing another adorable cry from the Wanderer. Supple thighs squeeze your head, searching for some sort of purchase as you ruin him with your tongue. It’s hot, messy and scorching, legs quivering as he grinds his cunt against you, begging you to give him more. He’s irresistible. Pussy juice as sweet as divine honey, an addictive ambrosia you can’t get enough of; lapping it all up, drinking and drinking as he twists and turns on the bed.

You rub your thighs against each other to ease the heat, restraining the urge to outright fingerfuck yourself. You squeeze your thighs together as you blow on the hardened bulb — watching him writhe — before taking it in your mouth and suckling on the bub. The warmth encapsulates his tiny, oversensitive clit, while fingers rub and stretch his tight inner walls. Yet it isn't enough for the desperate little doll, spreading puffy labia with the aid of a pair of hands; a wordless plea for your tongue. The shape of anatomy revealed in exhaustive detail, displaying his drenched, needy pussy even to the pearlescent drops that hang on his lips and, oh, is your throat parched.

Your tongue glides across his folds, eating up each submissive moan he procures as he gets closer and closer to his incoming high…and breaks. Kuni gives the most adorable squeal as spurts of slick gushes out of his pulsing cunt, soaking you in his wetness, splattering all over your clothes in little drops. You stare in awe as Kuni turns away, hiding his scarlet-dyed face with his hands.

"Don't…don't say a word."

"That was unbelievably hot, Kuni."

"I told you not to say anything." Indigo eyes narrow as he glares at you, those same eyes widening upon seeing your dick lined to his cunt. "Hey! What are you doing?!"

"I want to see you like that again. If you'll let me." Your palms ghost his trembling thighs, waiting for permission.

The Wanderer's mouth opens and closes, weighing his options before finally, it forms a "yes."

He winces as you penetrate him, stretching the crevices of his flesh in a sublime saccharine pleasure-pain. The pliant hole squeezes around your cock, clamping down on you as you pound him. Hands roam around his body — his tiny waist and hips, squishy thighs that taunt you for a bite, a neck marked in hues of red that will fade away in a few hours time — before settling on his clit once more.

You pull all the way out, leaving just the tip, and snap your hips, thrusting all the way in. The noise that comes out of the Wanderer is just delectable: a garbled cry as if he choked on a cock. Each snap of your hips forces another moan from the exhausted doll, hands fumbling before deciding to settle on your back, blunt nails digging into your flesh as he babbles in his lust-drunk language.

His slippery clit aches from the abuse from your fingers that spares him no mercy; the movements clumsy and erratic, yet each ministration garnering the sweetest gasps from the puppet-doll as his hole twitches. He’s too far gone. Lost in subspace as he chants your name like a mantra. Mesmerising is what he is; moonlight reflecting the beads of sweat on his snow-white face as he lays there and accepts everything that you have you give him, even if it’s more than he can take. He comes undone with a shriek, legs shuddering and face twisted in pleasure as he squirts his gossamer juices and coats your legs with stickiness.

The Wanderer lays motionless, grimacing ever so slightly as you slowly pull your cock out. Hands caresses the Wanderer’s cheeks, your hushed voice whispering coos and praises in his ears as you plant kisses all over his face. He turns his head for a kiss on the lips, giving you a tired yet sincere smile.

“Thank you.”

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misshoneyimhome · 1 month

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

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

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

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

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

Word count; 6.5K

[Inexperienced!reader x Willy]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"A what?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Seriously... marry her."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Willy..." you whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ew…” you whined with a chuckle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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MOON TIE

18+ MDNI; rigger!geto, bottom!reader, f!reader, smut, bondage (shibari/kinbaku), unprotected semi-public s*x (in a studio), suspension s*x (reader is tied up in a moon tie while doing it lol), all consensual, oral (f receiving), brief clit slapping, light dirty talking, multiple orgasms, pet names (sweetheart, baby, my pretty, my darling), the tie done in this fic is the ‘moon tie suspension’ for reference.

word count: 4k

notes: re-published work from my old (deactivated) account, not plagiarising :>

“do you trust me?” his voice, smooth and velvety, just above a whisper, ghosting over your ears inside the dimly lit room.

suguru always asked this question before starting the private lesson—to solidify the bond between the rigger and the bottom. shibari wasn’t just about the act of binding someone or being bound, it was more than that; the consent, the art of intricate rope patterns, the intimacy between two people.

before you was a wooden suspension rig which donned a ‘swing-set’ style frame; suguru stood behind your figure, you could feel his tall frame looming as his question floated along the thick air of the room, waiting to be answered. “yes.” a breathy tone slipped past your lips, one that you didn’t intend—you couldn’t help it, not when the growing tension went unnoticeable. the lesson hasn’t even started and yet ever since you stepped foot in the room 10 minutes ago, the atmosphere shifted.

it was like both of you were walking on egg shells in each other’s presence, as if a single wrong move would result in something dangerous. the glint in suguru’s eyes confirmed that but nonetheless, as your rigger, he remained nothing but absolutely professional. although you can’t help think about his lingering touches during the last session—the way his palm rested against the inside of your thigh a little longer; the way his chest pressed against your back; the way his fingers rubbed the crimson rope marks on your arm.

a satisfied hum came from behind, followed by his footsteps walking away from you—to grab the rope, you assumed. “i-i want to try something new. .” turning around, you watched suguru walked towards you with a scarlet jute rope in his hands. he tutted, “not with that hesitancy in your tone, no.”

a deflated sigh left your lips, “just hear me out.” your rigger stood before you, arms crossed over his chest, head tilted to the side. you took upon his silence as a sign to keep going but you found your cheeks heating at the thought of it—the words forming on your tongue. suguru watched as the gears turned in your head, your expression somewhat flustered and deep in thought. he shook his head, “no, we’re not trying it.” suguru sighed before walking towards the wooden suspension rig.

you let out a sigh of disappointment. “shibari is all about the art of experimenting but that comes with the great cost of consent and confidence. i won’t force anything you’re uncomfortable about nor introduce new themes if i sense your hesitancy. rope bondage is something to take seriously or you can end up seriously injured.” that’s what he told you during your first lesson. suguru sensed a sign of hesitancy in you twice, which means your idea was most likely off the plate.

fuck it.

“i want to do it naked.”

you watched as suguru stopped in his tracks, his ebony strands were tied in a bun, exposing the back muscles stiffening under the white tank top he donned; the singular spotlight pointed at the middle of the room—at the suspension rig—casted harsh shadows upon his physique, defining every dip and curve of his body. looking over his shoulder, suguru held your gaze but remained silent. “it’s nothing new for you, right? i want to experience it all.” that’s right. as a professional rigger, it wasn’t new to him to encounter naked models while in practice.

you’ve attended some of his performances where suguru worked his ropes on a naked model. seeing him up on the stage with someone else’s naked body on display had your stomach turning, even if suguru was completely professional about it. “i can already do suspension, so what’s the difference with having no clothes on?”

a lot. one big difference was that you were going to be suspended in the air naked. you knew that but it wasn’t like you were trying anything completely new. a velvety chuckle tore through the deafening silence of the room, “for once, you’re going to be completely naked and at my mercy.” suguru rolled his shoulders, muscles flexing at the movement before continuing towards the suspension rig. at his mercy. did he have to word it that way? the corner of his lip tugged up as he watched your thighs rub together, it was a subtle action but suguru was all about subtlety.

“i know that, and i’m okay with it.” oh god. you didn’t know why you were so pushy today. usually, all you did was follow suguru’s instructions as he guided you through the ropes. “my darling, do you know what you’re getting yourself into?” your knees almost buckled at the pet name but you stood your ground, holding his ebony gaze. suguru has your full consent, there was nothing else, really. he sighed but his face showed amusement, the light illuminating his handsome features.

“changing room is to the left, there are robes inside for you to slip into and a cabinet for your clothes. i’ll be here once you’re done.” a tinge of crimson painted his cheeks, paired with a slight waver in his velvet voice. you nodded wordlessly and didn’t waste any time to get undressed. suguru let out a loud sigh he’s been keeping as he heard the door closed shut; he dropped the scarlet rope on the ground, a thud bouncing from wall to wall as he face palmed, fully aware of his blush.

suguru cleared his throat as he watched your robed figure quietly pad over to where he stood, his mind spun at the thought of your naked body beneath the ivory cotton fabric—how it rubbed against your bare skin. his hands should be the one doing that, not some fabric. you noticed the way suguru’s chest heaved up and down, harsh breaths leaving his nose as you begun to untie the soft belt around your waist. your rigger found himself scampering to grab the rope off the ground, keeping his best to remain professional and to avoid gawking at your body.

in reality, his professionalism was hanging by a single thread. a thread bound to snap sooner or later.

suguru didn’t dare look up once he heard the soft fabric fall to the wooden floor, he could see from the corner of his eyes as it pooled around your bare feet. suddenly the jute rope in his palms were much more interesting, onyx eyes scanning the scarlet swirls of the rope. “i’m ready.” he almost jumped at your whispered tone, causing him to immediately look up from the rope. suguru sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes traced your naked body, light illuminating the parts he has never seen before.

fuck. he can already tell what your bare figure would look like all bound and suspended in the air. completely at his mercy.

surprisingly, you didn’t feel small under his piercing gaze but your heart hammered against your chest. you felt tranquil, like you weren’t inside your body, as if someone else was controlling every single action and emotion you had. is this what it felt like to be zen? to be at peace with your body and mind?

suguru cleared his throat once again, palm tightening around the rope. “right. last session, i introduced you to a new tie called the ‘moon tie’. this time, we’ll try the ‘moon tie suspension’ where you’ll be suspended in the air. the position is a bit different from last time, so do let me know if you’re beginning to feel uncomfortable.”

your rigger stood behind you, “i’ll start with the xana chest harness but this time with your arms bound behind your back. may i?” you could feel suguru’s breath ghost over your bare back, leaving goosebumps under its phantom touch. not trusting your voice, you nodded, placing your arms behind your back. a shaky breath slips past your lips as you feel the scarlet rope wrap bind your wrists together—a feeling you’re accustomed to but now with you bare body, you can feel the entirety of the rope, the roughness of it without any fabric barrier.

suguru looped the rope around your torso, making sure it’s snug enough to hold you suspended but also safe for you to breathe and stay comfortable while in the air. you bite your lip at the feeling of his fingers brushing against your breasts while looping the rope around your front and bringing it back. standing perfectly still with your arms behind your back, your body jerks along with every tug suguru does as he works the rope around your torso—your rigger stands before you, looping it over and under the previous ties he has done.

you study his concentrated face while he works on your chest. so professional. you think to yourself. in reality, suguru is almost losing his mind, his face so close to your naked breasts and yet all he can really do is brush his hands against them. oh, how he would like to massage them and listen to the moans that slip past your lips. maybe even pop a mound in his mouth, hot tongue swirling around your sensitive nipple over and over again—fuck what was he thinking?

a few more tugs here and there, your rigger admires the intricate rope work around your torso—he takes a couple of steps to circle you, making sure the lines are neat and snug. suguru noticed the way your breasts look with the scarlet rope woven around it, he slightly fiddles with the waist band of his ivory loose pants, a sinful feeling stirring between his legs. “i’ll move onto the moon tie.”

your body heats at the rough texture of the rope rubbing against your bare skin, it wasn’t painful nor uncomfortable but it did things to you. “do tell me if you feel anything out of sort, be as vocal as you want.” suguru voices out before starting the moon tie. he weaves the rope into the chest harness, kneeling down to loop it around each thigh—hands lingering on your inner thigh a little longer than needed. you bite back a moan as suguru tugs the rope, giving you a pleasurable friction near the apex of your legs. so close yet so far.

before you know it, the scarlet rope that suguru had was perfectly woven around your body, intricate loops and patterns accentuated your features. he helped you on a small step stool to prepare for the suspension, grabbing an extra rope to tie you on the suspension rig. “comfortable?” “as always.” you reassure him. suguru nods, walking to your right side, “i mentioned before that this one is a bit different than the previous moon tie we did. the suspension requires tying your ankle to the rig.”

a warm palm encased around your right ankle, securing the jute rope around it before lifting it up and tying it on the wooden rig. with one ankle lifted, it placed you in a compromising position—legs far apart and your cunt in full view, all for suguru to admire. once the ankle tie was secured around the suspension rig, he took a step back to admire the art before him—a slight tent in his pants forming at the sight of you at his mercy.

you looked absolutely breathtaking. the way the scarlet rope hugged your body just right, the fat of your skin bulging from it’s snug fit. oh, how he wished to take you right then and there.

suguru’s eyes glossed over your exposed cunt glistening under the warm lighting. he didn’t mean to say it out loud, he had no intentions of even speaking about it but it just came out. “you’re wet.” the rigger before you pointed out, gaze locked on the apex of your legs. your first instinct was to close them but the rough scarlet rope that bound you kept them in place, cheeks heating at the restriction. “. . why don’t you do something about it, then?”

“that won’t be professional of me.” his words betrayed his actions.

one. two steps and he was right in front of your wet cunt. bringing a slender finger to your right inner thigh and dragging it towards the spot where you yearned for him the most. a muttered curse slips past your lips as suguru’s digit teased you. up and down, up and down his finger trailed but never near your cunt. now you completely understood being at his mercy—hands bound behind your back, ankle tied to the suspension rig, body suspended mid-air; you couldn’t do anything other than take what he gives you, or not what he gives you.

“you’re so beautiful, you know that?” he hummed, dropping to his knees so he was at eye level with your wet folds. the first day you stepped foot in his studio, eyes wide with curiosity, suguru fantasised about you—how your body would look bound and suspended in the air, your most intimate parts exposed all for him to admire and touch.

the last thread of his professionalism snapped. all he wanted was you, now.

he moved closer, breath fanning over your cunt. “suguru, please. .” your body wiggled against the restraint, arms dying to grab his head and press his face between the apex of your legs. he hummed, tongue darting out to lick a long stripe towards your clit. you shuddered at the feeling of his hot tongue, a broken moan in the form of his name hangs in the thick air. “that’s it. i like it when you’re vocal for me, sweetheart.” suguru purred before diving into the heat of your cunt.

you tasted just as delicious as you looked. suguru ate you out with such fervour—tongue plunged deep inside you, exploring the parts he has never touched before. he groaned against your cunt, sending vibrations which had your body shuddering with pleasure. “fuck. . ! just like that—mhm!” the scarlet rope left marks on your arms as you tugged against it, needing some kind of object to hold on to, to keep you grounded as you awaited your impending orgasm.

lewd sounds filled the studio, with every slurp of suguru’s mouth, the sounds bounced around the walls, engulfing your ears. his large hand slapped your clit, causing you to jerk at the sudden pleasure jolting up your body. “a-ah! yes, i’m so near—ngh. . !” you let out a heated gasp as suguru harshly sucked on your cunt, hand still stimulating your swollen bud just above his nose. he grunted, signalling you to cum all over his tongue.

and you did. you threw your head back, body wriggling against the restraint as you cried out his name, a pleasurable pain rubbing on your bare skin which was sure to leave evident marks. suguru hungrily lapped your essence, tongue languidly licking up every bit of cum that trickled out of your cunt, groaning in satisfaction. he rode out your orgasm by rubbing slow, soft circles on your clit—muttering saccharine praises near your cunt.

suguru stood up and made his way in front of you, lacing his hand beneath your jaw to pull you in a passionate kiss. you groaned into the kiss, tasting yourself on his lips. so lewd, so dirty and yet you wanted more. your body jolted as his free hand wandered to your bare chest, palm ghosting over your pert nipples in a teasing manner. “i want you so bad.” suguru whispered as he broke the kiss, lips softly grazing over your own while he held your gaze.

a small smirk formed as he watched you chase his lips, attempting to lean forward to seal the distance, only to be held back. “you have me. . at your mercy.” suguru’s eyes were the colour of space, dark, vast, and mysterious but it held the universe inside it. “fuck . . you can’t tease me like this.” he groaned, the growing tent in his pants became uncomfortable with every passing second. “‘m not teasing you, suguru. i want you just as bad as you want me.” he held your gaze for a few seconds before his arms worked on the white tank top he wore.

you sucked in a sharp breath—eyes tracing his god-like physique. the light above contoured suguru’s muscles, casting sharp shadows that added depth to each curve and dip of his body. you wanted to run you hands all over his torso, to feel his muscles flexing beneath your palms while exploring his body but to your dismay, your arms remained secured behind your back.

suguru didn’t hesitate to discard his pants and underwear in one swift movement, the fabric pooled around his ankles. your eyes were glued to his hard cock, standing proudly against his abdomen, it’s red tip was already leaking with pre-cum. fuck, he was big. suguru groaned as his palm wrapped around the shaft, giving it languid strokes as he worked his pre-cum all over his cock.

“just the thought of you suspended mid-air like this. . fucking you while you’re restrained is driving me crazy. would you be a good girl and take it all? or would you squirm beneath my touch, beg to be untied? mmm, i can have my way with you. .”

your cunt clenched around nothing as you watched your rigger pleasure himself, fisting his cock again and again. he situated himself between your parted legs, one hand holding his hard cock to tease the angry tip up and down your folds, alternating between rubbing and slapping in against your wet cunt. “s-suguru. . !” you gasped, hands balling into fists at the bare contact. “please, no teasing.”

“eager, aren’t we?” suguru eased his cock in before you could come up with a retort. your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape, head thrown back as his cock parted you. strings of curses and broken moans left your lips as suguru inched his way inside your tight walls, he gripped your thighs for support, to at least keep him grounded while his head spun at your cunt wrapped around his hard cock.

he stood there for a moment, cock fully sheathed inside you as he let you adjust to his size because fuck was he big, it also gave suguru time to pace himself—making sure not to cum right then and there with the way you clenched around him. “please move, suguru . .” you pleaded, attempting to wiggle your hips to chase some kind of friction down there.

suguru’s breathless chuckle filled your ears. he planted a chaste kiss on your right ankle—the one bound to the suspension rig—before slowly pulling his hips back and slamming into your sopping cunt; you both fell into a unison of moans, desperate pornographic sounds intertwining with one another to create a perfect melody—suguru’s deep groans mixed with your dainty sounds. his nails dug into the flesh of your thighs, leaving crescent shaped marks on your soft skin.

you squirmed, eyes shut tightly as the blunt tip of his cock repeatedly kissed your cervix. the position you were suspended in allowed suguru’s cock to reach deeper into your cunt, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. wet squelches echoed throughout the studio, your essence dripping to the floor with every eager push of his hard cock. “if you keep squeezing me like that, i ain’t going to last much longer—haah. . !” suguru groaned, throwing his head back and exposing his neck; his adam’s apple bobbed with every moan of your name, a deep crimson blush plastered on his cheeks.

suguru noticed your closed eyes and reached a hand under your chin, angling your head towards him, “look at me while i fuck you.” he grunted, thumb caressing your bottom lip, dragging it downwards before prodding the digit between your lips. your mouth circled around his digit, eagerly welcoming it by swirling your tongue around and sucking on it—all while holding his lustful gaze.

your body jolted at the sudden force of suguru’s thrusts, his hips desperately ploughing into you, causing a pleasurable burn at the flesh of your inner thighs. his free hand wandered down your stomach, stopping just before where you to met and rubbed tight circles on your clit. you moaned around his digit, earning a breathless chuckle from suguru, “yeah? you like it when i fuck you like this? all tied up and open just for me?” you let out an unintelligible sound, your mind too hazy from lust to even nod in agreement.

shocks of pleasure prickled your skin, your muscles becoming taut as you neared your impending orgasm. suguru noticed the change in your behaviour, the way your chest heaved up and down, a series of broken high pitched moans coming from you, and your eyes rolling to the back of your head—he took his thumb from your mouth and held your jaw, “make pretty sounds for me while you cum.” you cried out his name, voice full of heat and desperation that had suguru’s eyes almost rolling back in pleasure.

he encouraged you to make more sounds, shaky whispers leaving his lips. suguru knew he was close too from the familiar bubbling at the pit of his stomach but he wanted you to cum first, he wanted to see how pretty you’d look as you creamed his cock. “that’s it, baby. . ! moan just for me, and only me. .” suguru let out a heated gasp, the sensation of your clenching walls becoming too much for him.

you tugged at the rope woven around your body, squirming in place as you came—stars engulfing your vision, and suguru’s name hung in the thick air of the studio. he caressed your cheek, onyx eyes glued to your lust-driven face as he whispered dirty praises; suguru knew you probably couldn’t hear his voice from the blissful expression on your face but that was fine, you did so well for him.

“think you can take one more for me?” he grunted, a pained expression donned his face as you clenched around him—although, what he was feeling was far from pain. you let out a broken cry, scrambling to get away from suguru’s hips since the pleasure was becoming too much. hot tears rolled down your heated cheeks as you chanted his name, throat scratchy from all the moaning you did earlier.

“c’mon, one more f’me, my pretty—aah, fuck . . !” you leaned into suguru’s touch, the contact of his palm on your cheek burned with bliss. “‘m cumming! ngh! suguru. . !” “s-shit. let go for me.” you let out a silent moan, eyes rolling back and lips locked in an ‘o’ shape as pleasure hit you immensely—your body shuddered, head spinning. suguru angled his body so his face was positioned near yours, sealing your lips together in a messy kiss.

he groaned in between kisses, chasing your lips while your body jolted with every desperate thrust of his hips. suguru gave you a few more messy thrusts before completely pulling out and shooting his load on you. he eagerly fisted his cock, hand swiftly working on it to ride out his orgasm, and paint your body with every last bit of his cum; you moaned at the warm feeling of his cum coating your lower abdomen, and inner thighs—biting your bottom lip at his lewdness.

“you have no idea how much i’ve been wanting to do that.” suguru panted, a sheen of sweat coating his body, causing his muscles to glisten under the warm light.

“looks like i’m looking forward to our session next week, then.” you croaked. “oh, trust me, my darling, you may want to take a break next week. the rope marks aren’t the only thing that’s going to be sore for you.” he playfully chided, placing a chaste kiss on your sweaty forehead before setting the stool beneath your suspended body, preparing to untie you.

“yeah? why don’t you come massage it for me then.” “mmm, let’s get you cleaned up, hm? i’ll give you a real good massage. after all, i’m good with my hands.” suguru replies, peppering butterfly kisses all over your arms—the scarlet rope made a rather evident mark on your skin.

“good is such an understatement.” you smile up at him, tucking strands of his onyx fringe behind his pierced ear.

#zhonglism ༄#geto suguru #jujutsu kaisen #geto smut #geto x reader #geto x you #geto x y/n #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #smut #mdni

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claiming the jackpot.

// warnings

non-canon compliant, a bit out of character. yandere. relationship inexperience. implied noncon.

// author’s note

Aventurine’s a little out of character for this imagine. There’s not much content of him on the wiki and I’ve been itching to write some stuff about this guy since he’s pretty new to Star Rail.

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Aventurine has always been pleased with the idea of claiming prizes he deemed rightfully his. Toying with the minds of others was what he did best; besides, what is there to satisfy him more than winning a game of chance? Gambling has always been his best feat, but moreover, he wasn’t the type to easily throw a fit over his losses in the heat of the game. In fact, these challenges and obstacles to this game of chance was what made him all the more feisty and insistent.

When he met you, he began staking out his claim like a panther and insisted you to be respectfully his and only his. Months into the friendship, you always showed signs of naivety since this was not a situation you had adequate experience around. Aventurine was unlike other men around. He treasured you, spent time with you, made you feel beautiful, loved, and appreciated for doing the bare minimum. Despite all this, you grew tired of his antics considering you weren’t actually ready for a serious relationship.

“He’s always this vibrant” — you thought. And you were right. He always displayed exemplary behavior when dealing with colleagues and members of the Astral Express. That was just a part of his charm. You chose to look at the big picture and imagine how your experiences with Aventurine would turn out provided you said ‘yes’ to his will of wanting to lure you in. But that wasn’t enough. You needed to dig deeper into the core of his being and sense any form of red flags in him while it still wasn’t too late.

There are many layers to Aventurine’s self — one that’s charismatic, friendly, and outgoing. Yet that’s just a tip of the iceberg according to your family and friends. What he hid from the masses, was what he displayed right before you at this very moment. A pissed, sarcastic Aventurine filled with pride and deceit.

The question remained in your thoughts — was a relationship with this shady, questionable man really worth pursuing?

There’s not enough chemistry between the two of you, was there? If you observed anything from the man himself, it was that he developed an addiction for gambling, playing games of endless possibilities and luck. And god knows what he does to his most precious jackpots.

You, a prize in his eyes, felt an overwhelming sense of urgency to run from his touch. Sure, he was polite enough to lend you some money for your college fees. But such treatment just wasn’t worth a reason for you to pursue hooking up with him. Before you could face Aventurine head on, he lifted you up bridal style, shoving you on the mattress with your face first. There’s not much you can do right now.

Sure, he was glammed up in luxurious jewelry and sported handsome, youthful features. He could spoil anyone he held dear for he had the gold to do so. But something wasn’t right. This relationship wasn’t right. It just felt so out of your control and the timing was off. But he didn’t stop.

Your mouth eventually complied with his tongue. Aventurine guides you through the whole process of pulling you in, claiming you as the grand prize of tonight’s game. It’s not as if you could resist any of his advances from now. He’s got millions of eyes glued upon you just like he had millions in his pocket.

“Beautiful. Such an eager little sweetheart. I’m going to take you nice and deep, and you’re going to be a good doll for me, yes?”

“N-no!!! Please, let me go!” you pleaded. Pled till your throat ran dry. You struggled against Aventurine’s strength as you shook your head from left to right, indicating your resistance towards his touch. “I swear, I’ll do anything, just please, let me go! I’m sick of our relationship being this way!”

“Ah, ah, ah, better watch what you say, little one. Those who seize the night may be out to get you, yet none of them went the extra mile to actually express their love for you.” Aventurine chuckled condescendingly. “From this day onward, you’re going to regret leaving me.”

Against your will, you felt something similar to a sword hilt impale you like an uppercut, It was Aventurine’s length stretching every last bit of your sanity, hell, even your pride.

His moans. You couldn’t get enough of it. Despite being naked and restrained in his king-sized bed, you felt his body heat radiate in front of yours, feeling the friction of his thrusts that grew guttural as time passed.

“Hah. I’ve been addicted to the art of gambling for quite a long time now, and it’s been a long time noting how……fascinating it is to actually claim the most precious prize of them all…..All of it, as mine.”

“I’m not yours! Ngh!” you exclaimed, stifling a moan.

“Yes, my dear. Yes, you are.” Aventurine sneered. “One of these days, you’re going to get used to this. Used to having my eyes set upon the fragile, feeble you. I’m going to meet you in that beautiful afterglow as I make this relationship the best you ever had. And that time….is tonight.”

“It would be better if you just do as I say. Otherwise, I’ll just find more ways to sneak up on you and make you mine.” he added.

With that, he, once again, pressed his lips onto yours, shutting you up for the sake of shutting you up.

And there he was, plainly confessing his undying love (and lust) for your presence as a lovely jackpot.

#x reader #yandere x reader #honkai star rail x reader #hsr aventurine #hsr x you #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr x reader #yandere tw #dddne

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okay but popstar!reader and rockstar!sirius where reader performs a song, and wears sirius' leather jacket while doing it and screams "yes i'm his girlfriend, do what you want with that information"and sirius is SHOCKED or in which reader is in an interview and get questioned abt siri and she's like "he's the love of my lifee" and he is all gooey and melty

eep! i'm sorry i've been inactive, i hope you forgive me. i was on a little trip and also have my exams. anyways, i hope you like what i've written.

smoke on my clothes;

pairing- rockstar!sirius black x popstar!reader warnings- fluff, 18+ content (i had to incorporate it cause its him-) use of y/n (aghhhkdjci4utcisn). let me know if i should add more a/n- okay so i mixed both the ideas like-um- idk how to explain, you'll see.

the slut club

lovelorn and nobody knows love thorns all over this rose

he was known for his notorious dating history. he was known for his "sex appeal". he was known for cigarettes after sex. he was known for his black leather jackets. he was known for his distinct rough voice, booming through stadiums. and through the years, he had a gained a reputation of being nothing but a man who seemed to a 'playboy' of sorts.

that pushed the media to slut shame him. but what happened behind close walls remained in his memories, and only he knew. while he could usually laugh it off when asked in interviews, he still felt hurt. he wasn't a man of commitment, and whenever he took a woman to his bed, he specified he didn't want any emotional bonding. it was supposed to be just a one night stand.

that was until he met you. you had agreed to collab with him on a project he had been working on. while the both of you rehearsed different genres of music, sirius wanted to experiment with his style a little bit. you were truly a sight to behold, clad in your cream oversized sweater and black jeans when you walked in the studio. there was something so mesmerizing about you, something that truly enchanted him.

that is how you got to know him. the sobs behind his smiles, the addiction behind the smoke on his clothes, the kisses behind his stage. he'd hold your hand under tables, kiss your pretty face stupid in private, he'd braid flowers into you hair. and in the perception of the hues of dark oceans, his gray stormy eyes would melt into your tear flooded haze when his cock was buried into you, hitting spots you'd never knew existed. his well defined abs would be soaked in sweat, lit under the moonlight. his lips would melt into your lips, his fingers pressing into your skin as your walls would clench around his cock, hinting the arrival of your orgasm. he would ghost his fingers at your clit, your moans and screams of his name falling like a cacophony of a melody into his ears. you'd shudder, shake and curl your toes with your breast heaving as you'd come down from your high euphoria, hitting you as he'd paint your walls with his hot white cum. he'd pepper kisses upon your hot skin, murmuring phrases of affection and falling asleep with his arms wrapped around your body.

he was a liquor you could be drunk on. but loving him was like holding a love thorned rose.

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you wrapped the jacket around your body, hugging it closer, smelling sirius' scent upon you. the interview consisted of the same old questions but you still had to answer them with a faux smile on your face. sirius wondered how you could manage to do it all the damn time.

you shuffled with the cards, reading the tweet by a fan. you looked into the camera,

'so sirius motherfucking black just collabed with y/n? i think i'm about to faint. oh holy lord, they'd be the hottest couple if they dated.'

sirius almost about fainted. bells started ringing in his ears, as his heart thumped against his heart. truly against your wishes and his, the love you had for each other was hidden. once when you had brought it up, he'd laughed it off by saying it would blow up on your pretty face. but deep down he wanted the world to know how amazing you were, and maybe being slut shamed for you, would be worth it, for once. and while you had the image of a sweet popstar, and the world wanted you, it felt like it would be a crime to confine you with him. but his love knew no boundaries. he'd kill for you, he thought when you were so accepting of him and his flaws when he revealed that he was so 'imperfect'.

he gripped on the edge of his table, his knuckles almost turning white when you opened your mouth to answer. you smiled, holding up a finger as you did so.

'actually he is the love of my life,'

the sentence slipped so casually from your lips, as you proceeded with the tweets and questions. if he could, he'd hug you. but you were behind a screen on his phone. he felt wanted, accepted and desired. without his realization tears pooled into his eyes. he felt loved.

because you didn't care about the smoke adorned on your clothes. you didn't care about getting lovesick all over your bed. you didn't care about handprints in wet cement. you didn't care about that he was rose with thorns. you were truly drunk in love, and maybe it would be worth it even for once if it blew up on your pretty face.

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2023 in books

better late than never, right?

2023 was a relatively slow year for me in bookbinding, but I still made 30+ books. (ask me how much time I spent on my other hobbies and it becomes clear why books were fewer.)

A5 books

the first A5 of the year was an entry for a bookbinding competition (which I didn't win), where the theme was climate change. I had a lot of fun putting it together and it was the first time I made an A5 tête-bêche book - I usually do these A6 or A7 size.

this was also the year I decided to start a collection of menocchio fics, which also led to experiments with printing directly onto bookcloth to get titles on the spine

what's fun about bookbinding is that you can Just Make A Book, but you can also Get Ideas And Run With Them with it. which is how I wound up with this black on black book. destiel necromancy fic, because of course it is

going back to something more colourful...Ulysses. not the James Joyce one, the slowburn 00Q one. named for a Tennyson poem.

final A5 book of the year is my Renegade Exchange book, which I bound for Silent Sun Press - a Crowley-centric genfic with outsider POV, so naturally I went for TV!Gomens colour schemes

A6 and A7 books

I started the year ambitiously - in addition to entering a competition, I started my urchin specials project. thus far I've still only bound these first three books for the project, but I plan to do more. first dustjackets as well!

I continued with the no-glue pamphlets and did three

I joined the Tiny Books Exchange, and as a proof of concept - before I typeset an A7 sized tête-bêche - I did a little tête-bêche of the two Temeraire fics I wrote for yuletide once upon a time

then followed of course the Tiny Book I bound for the exchange - my copy (test & proof of concept, bottom), the giftee copy (green, top right), and the author copy (blue, top left)

I typeset a lot more than I bind - I have plans to bind so and so, so I typeset it, but don't always have the time to bind it right away. so I have folders full of typesets ready to go at a moment's notice. this one was typeset a whole year before I bound it

are these paperbacks or just very slim hardbacks? I call them paperbacks as I used 0.5mm boards and they have no spine, but ymmv

this one definitely is a hardback - with slightly thicker boards, a spine, and two fics in one book. I do love those tête-bêches

at my work we have a lot of deliveries wrapped in this nice recycled brown paper that was just going into the recycling bin, and I thought: why not make books out of it? so I played around with it (and my printer) and came up with a neat aesthetic for paperbacks with breakaway spines (using 0.5mm boards)

will I ever stop with the tête-bêches? no. also this one has endpapers made from SEAWEED. how cool is that?

the last A6 of the year is this little collection of my own stories for a tiny Danish fandom. detectives and trauma, but make it about food? yes. food and cooking themed endpapers and cover papers, and the dustjacket has fake coffee stains on it. perfect

and that is all, folks. I did a lot of different styles and types of binding this year, I had fun with it, I learned a lot, and I'm happy with what I've created.

#2023 in books #fanbinding #bookbinding

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watchmegetobsessed · 1 year

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AND THE GRAMMY GOES TO

A/N: this is literally just a little something i thought of upon seeinf this pic of Lizzo recording Harry lmao

WORD COUNT: 698

SUMMARY: The moment Harry wins another Grammy.

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“And the Grammy goes to…” Trevor Noah starts the big announcement as he opens the envelope and the whole room goes eerily quiet.

You have your eyes glued to the stage, you’ve forgotten about how uncomfortable your dress feels around your chest (note to yourself, corsets only look good, but they are straight from hell when you actually wear them). You’re holding your breath while both of your hands are gripping Harry’s underneath the table and his hold is just as tight, his palms sweating as you all wait for the winner’s name to be dropped.

You allow yourself to peek at him and you see his blank stare, but you know there’s a whole tornado behind it, his mind is probably racing faster than ever and you almost miss how he is anxiously kicking the foot of his chair as the silent moments tick by.

When you look back at the stage you see Trevor opening the envelope, but instead of saying what’s inside, he looks behind, as if he was searching for someone and when he steps over to the adorable old lady in the line behind him, you already know.

Harry won.

He won another Grammy.

“Har-Harry Styles!” the lady screams and you jump to your feet, unable to control your excitement any longer.

“Oh my God! Yes! Yes!” you scream and jump around, like a deranged football fan after her team just won. Everyone around is cheering and clapping and you look at Harry who has his face buried in his hands, his shoulders gently shaking.

“Baby, you won! I’m so proud of you!” You practically jump on top of him and he finally lifts his head, all his happiness reflecting from his eyes as he jumps to his feet and gathers you in his arms, squeezing you so tight that air gets knocked out of your lungs, but it’s okay, because you want to feel it all, you want to feel his pride and happiness in the moment he deserved so much.

“You did it, H! I’m so so so proud of you!” you bounce in his arms before he pulls back and his lips land on yours, probably for the first time ever at an event like this. There are thousands of people around you, but in that moment it’s just you and him, sharing this magical experience he earned.

When he lets go of you to accept more congratulations you keep jumping and clapping with your hands up in the air, screaming in happiness and then you spot Lizzo behind you, her phone in her hand as she records your reaction.

“He won! My man won another Grammy!” you scream into the camera, making her laugh before it’s her turn to hug the winner himself. You’re out of breath by the time Harry heads up to the stage and you have to fix your dress so you don’t flash on national TV.

“Oh my God, this is amazing,” Lizzo laughs next to you and peeking over her shoulder you see that she is watching the video back, you’re acting like you just lost your mind while Harry is just hugging everyone one after the other.

“Don’t you dare post that anywhere,” you warn her, but you already know from the look in her eyes that she won’t gatekeep this one.

“Oh babygirl, your birthday is coming up, right?” She laughs like a maniac as you gape at her, pretending to be shocked, but before you could say a word Harry’s voice is heard coming from the speakers.

He starts his totally random acceptance speech, rambling on about how thankful he is and how much this means to me, his gaze keeps flickering down at the award in his hands and you’ll never forget that smile that’s etched onto his face in that moment.

“...so, thank you so much and, erm…” he looks up, eyes swiping over the crowd before landing on you as he continues.” I wouldn’t be here without you.”

It seemed like he was addressing it to mostly his fans, but from the way his eyes were piercing into yours, you knew that it was meant only for you.

Thank you for reading, please like and reblog if you enjoyed and buy me a coffee if you want to support me!

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A small guide to commissioning artists: how to avoid getting scammed by people who use image generators

Because “Ai-art” is not art and everyone can use image generators for free.

Disclaimer! This post will include generated images which were originally uploaded on DeviantArt and Twitter by people who generated them. Some of these images are of erotic genre but censored out. I beg you, do not bully these people. This post wasn’t written to call anyone out, it was written to help human artists and their potential commissioners. While some of the “Ai-artists” out there may be real scammers, others are not, and I strongly believe that no one should be bullied, doxxed, stalked and no one deserve any threaths over some silly ai-generated pics. And - as always! - scroll down for the short summary.

Commissioning an artist in 2023 may be scary, especially if you are not experienced in working with artists and have a hard time to distinguish artworks from images generated by neural networks. But even now, with the tech evolving and with neural networks generating pics with multiple characters and fan art, there are still quite a few ways to avoid scammers.

The creator you are going to commission must have an established gallery

This doesn’t mean that you should not commission someone who is new to platform, someone who started drawing in 2022 or later or someone who didn’t upload their work online prior. Image generators actually forced some of the artists to remove their work from social networks. In addition, image generators can generate thousands of images within hours, which means that the scammers may have quite a lot of works uploaded. What I mean is that real artists grow. Their skills gets better over time – even if they are already established artists with huge experience. Their artistic approach constantly changes and evolve. It means that if there are hundreds of images in the artist’s gallery but their skill is always the same level and their artistic approach doesn’t change over time – this definitely might be a red flag. As an artist with a tendency to nuke my galleries on certain platforms (such as DeviantArt, VK and ArtStation), if I get asked to provide my commissioners with examples of my early artworks I will do it with no hesitation.

You need to look through the artist’s gallery and analize their work

Searching for some decent examples on DeviantArt I stumbled upon a gallery which is four weeks old but already has 660+ deviations all of which look the same way in the matter of skill and artistic approach. While stylization may vary from image to image (some of the artworks look like typical anime-styled CG artworks from visual novels and others have semirealistic proportions), the coloring, the “brush” imitation, the textures on the backgrounds are absolutely the same on every image I analized.

There are a lot of images depictinioning conventionally attractive white or sometimes asian girls in this gallery, some of which seem familiar or resemble the characters from various media. Yes, image generators can now generate fan art. But what they can not generate is diversity. There are of course living artists who tend to draw only conventionally attractive white or asian people too, but now when the image generators gain popularity this lack of diversity automatically raise my suspicions. Drawing a crooked nose or dark skin is not hard and living artists who use references rarely fail at it. It’s image generators who fails this task constantly.

Here is an image titled as a commission. The person who uploaded it also have some content under the paywall and I do not see their images being tagged as Ai-generated too.

Remember the golder rule: spotting an Ai-generated image is the same as spotting the evil faerie in a dark folklore tale. Look them in the eyes. Count their teeth. Look at their hands and count their fingers. Check if they have a shadow and if that shadow is of human form.The devil is in the details.

While this image may appear like a hand-painted artwork of the conventionally attractive girl at the first sight, however it has quite a few clues that may help you to realize that this artist is a scammer and his entire gallery is just a selection of most-decent looking images they managed to generate with neural network. This elven girl is insanely tall, and the shore behind her back, the stones, the grass and the trees are insanely small compared to her. The piece of jewellry is attached to her nips and it’s design makes no sense. What is the gold chain under her breast, which doesn’t seem to be attached to anything? Where does this piece of cloth hang from? Why does her head cast a triangular shadow on her arm?

Many details are easy to be spotted when an image is in high resolution. I do not recommend artists to post their works in high resolution online to avoid feeding the Ai-monster and also to avoid people using your works to produce pirated merch if they draw fan art. Yet in my opinion posting close-ups might become essential - because people who call themselves ai-artists are usually hiding the artifacts under filters and upload their image resized. So yes: avoid commissioning artists, who never post high resolution faces or overuse filters and blur. Because analizing the characters’ faces is now essential.

You may look at this picture and think: how is this possible for a neural network to create such a detailed image and not fail at it (if you also ignore the fact that the girl on the horse doesn’t have legs). Luckily, the person who uploaded it uploaded it in high resolution, so we can zoom in and... yeah.

The artifacts on these evil faeiries’ faces (especially eyes) and their hands speak for themselves.

Image generators have a tendency to either give characters extra fingers, phalanx or nails or hide the hands completely, if the person writing a prompt decide to to so. I do not know whether and how fast will the algorythm learn to generate normal human hands, but for now you should pay attention to these details to spot a generated image.

Like this randomly nakey fellow with two palms on a single wrist and with some extra fingers on their elbow...

...Or this Asuka Langley fan “art” I had to censor out, with her fingers twisted and crooked.

If you are up to commission an artwork and are in search of an artist who will actually do the job you absolutely must pay attention to small details on their works: the clothing, the jewellry, the tattoos, the anatomy.

While Ai-generated images may appear photorealistic at first sight, the neural network usually misses small details, creates artifacts and makes mistakes if there are too many similar objects or repetative patterns. For example, the infamous MidJourney Party Selfies depicting girls with roughly fifly teeth, extra collarbones and green watercolor spots instead of tattooes (and don’t forget to check the ginger lady’s hand). The hair dissolwing in fabric folds? Image generator. The clothing designs which makes no sence? Image generator. Jewellry dissolwing into character’s hair? Image generator. Moreover the image generators also make mistakes while generating interiors and architecture, since the algorythm is not aware of perspective and space and once again fails either at perspective and object size or with repetative objects and patterns.

Like this image here: the bed, the window, the picture on the wall. The perspective on this image makes absolutely no sense: two walls and the bed all exist in different dimentions, while the character is once again of enormous height.

If you try to analize the background on this one, I swear, you can go insane. Look at the window and then look on the corner above it.

There is also another red flag which makes it easy to spot a scammer: dozens of iterations of the same image, which usually happens with people who can’t choose the best image out of the bunch generated with the single prompt.

There are, of course, artists who do series of works, and sometimes these works may have similar ideas and themes, but they hardly ever look this similar to each other: they may differ in angles, poses, character designs and even the artistic approach (lineart, brushes, rendering and etc). The posting time is also important: drawing an actual artwork requires time and effort - for example, I need at least two weeks to finish an artwork with two or three characters and detailed background. So a bunch of ten similar images that are uploaded at the same time it is definitely a red flag. The ai-generated images have a lot of problems with anatomy, details, perspective and other basics human artists have to learn long before they become professionals. All while having glossy semi-realistic render which can only be achieved with years of practice. I’m not saying that there are no living human artists, who may make mistakes (everyone makes mistakes now and then, even the professionals who works in this industry for DECADES) or who choose not to give much thoughts to backgrounds while focusing on characters and rendering (it is okay too), but the combinations of various red flags listed above is something you definitely have to take in account while deciding whether or not you are going to commission an artwork from this creator.

Another example (this person openly admits that they use the images generators for funsies and I did not find him mentioning paywall anywhere). The image generator even imitated the watermark.

Red flags you may spot while working with the chosen artist

Image generators are tricky: they can generate multiple iterations of the same image, imitate WIPs and many more.

First of all, the artist should provide you with WIPs on every stage of work, not when the work is already done. We artists, do it for a reason. We need your feedback constantly, even if you grant us artistic freedom to chose the idea, the character pose, the medium and technique. There are always changes to be made, and we need to make them at proper stage: for example, change the pose or angle of your character while working on a sketch is thousand times easier than to do so while rendering the image. However, the minor changes are usually possible on the later stages (some of artists may require you to pay a small fee of a few bucks, others may not). While the living artists can easily change small details such as the character’s eye color (or other small design changes) not touching the rest of the artwork, image generators simply can not do so not rerendering the whole image. If an artist does not provide you with WIPs or only provide you with them when the work is done, if an artist refuses to make any changes - these may be interpreted as red flags. If an artist agrees to make any change, even the drastic ones, at a late stage, when the piece is almost finished - it is a red flag too. Ask for a small change every single time you need one. I know that there are artists out there who prefer to only provide their client with the finished image once it is done, but now when image generators gain populatiry his may be misinterpreted as if you are a scammer.

Here is a good example of image generators generating WIPs for an existing image: it might actually look scary both for many artists and many commissioners.

I know that some of the artists are panicking that the only way to prove that you really did the artwork is a timelapse recording but this method is not for everyone. Not everyone has a setup which allow them to record a timelapse for an every single commission (my laptop will simply explode if I try). Ask your artists which software/setup do they use, ask them whether or not they can provide you with a timelapse video, ask them which brushes do they use. I know that not everyone like sharing info on their pipeline but at this point it is essential to provide your clients with information on the information about your pipeline, tools and software. For example, if your artist works in Procreate (which is available in Ipad) they have all the timelapses recorded automatically. But please, mind that not everyone have such a privilege.

As a commissioner you can ask an artist for screenshots of their workspace with all the interface visible. If they refuse providing you with that or have a hard time answering the questions about the software they use it might be a red flag. I would also suggest you not to force your artist to draw everything on stream, especially if these streams are public, because there are already cases when people took screenshots of the work in progress, used the image to image generator to apply the shiny rendering to it and accused the original artists of plagiarism. It is a risk for artists and it is okay to refuse such a request. You can also ask an artist for .PSD file of the commission, but the artist have a right to refuse sharing it online for copyright-related reasons. The original .PSD file is a best proof of authorship in court for residents of many countries. Artists can still provide you with the resized .psd file with some of the layers merged or with the background/character png with transparent background without putting themselves at risk. Of course there are artists who draw on the single layer - but without a timelapse recorded this may indeed seem suspicious that the artist does not have a .psd file with layers at all. Always ask your artist to provide you with high resolution image when the commission is finished and fully paid for. There are artists who works on smaller canvases, but working on the canvas smaller than 1000px wide might be interpreted as a red flag, since it is easy to hide artifacts on a resized image. I myself prefer working on larger canvases, from 6000 pixels wide to 10000 pixels wide (300 DPI) because I had an experience with printing my images out to sell them at conventions. While I do not sell commissioned works as prints I still give my commissioners a right to print the finished images out for non-commercial purposes. Thus, I always make sure that it is possible to make a wall print of a decent size out of the finished product. Avoid working with platforms which do not support refunds. It must either be a payment system which support sending invoices or an established platform known and used among the art community (patreon, buymeacofee, boosty, Paypal and etc.). Most artists do not do refunds for finished works — which is absolutely a right thing to do - but sometimes an error might occure. I know people who accidentally paid for their commissions twice and the artists still had to do a refund. Yes, you must respect the artists Terms of Service, but ithas nothing to do with unrelyable platforms used to scam people.

To sum it up

Search for an artists with established galleries,which has a believable amount of works and the visible artistic progress/evolution;

Analyze the artist's gallery, carefully inspecting their work for anything that might be interpreted as a red flag. Excessive fingers, crooked hands, broken perspective, clothing designs and jewellry that makes no sense, extra collarbones, lack of diversity, excessive teeth, artifacts in the eye area, interior and architecture elements which makes no sense — all while the images being glossy, fully rendered as if the artist have decades of experience;

Avoid people with too many iterations of the same image in their profile;

Avoid people with too many images being uploaded at the same time (it is okay to upload a bunch of prevoulosly done artworks when you start running your account, but uploading hundrends of images every week for a long period of time is really suspicious);

Ask for constant WIPs. Give feedback at a proper time. See the reaction;

Ask for a small change when the image is almost finished: it is impossible for the image generator to do so without fully rerendering the image, at least for now;

Ask your artist which software and assets do they use;

Ask (if it is possible) for a timelapse recording — either if the commissioned work or at least of one of their previous works (if they had an opportunity to record it before);

Ask your artist for in program screenshots with visible interface and history (if possible);

Ask your artist to show you the layers of the artwork — at least character/background only layers (mind that the background might be less detailed/wonky at the places which usually are hide but the character's figure). Ask for a resized .psd with some of the layers merged or a gif animation of each layer being added on top — this is what I usually do;

Ask for high resolution file of the commissioned image once you paid for it and it is finished. If the artist doesn’t have it and claim to work on the canvas smaller than 1000 px wide and/or claim that they intentionally delete the original file somehow - this may raise suspicions. Of course a person can delete the file accidentally or have their hard drive crushed, but if you have already spotted some red flags while working with this artist it might be a sign of a person trying to scam you too;

Many of the stuff listed above might be interpreted as a red flag , but I strongly advice you not to judge anyone by one or two points from this post. For example, a person can draw on one layer and mess up the perspective on a drawing entirely! However, if you've played a bingo and suddenly won — you have most likely encountered a person who try to fool and scam you;

Avoid working with suspicious payment methods. If you never heard about a platform before — google it and see whether or not other established artists use it. If not - it might be a scam;

And remember! People may use the images generators for various reasons: for fun, to create references of their characters to later commission reall artists artworks with said character (for example, the art breeder is a useful tool to create arealistic image of the character, even though I find it slightly limiting). Yes, image generators are unethical and trained on copyrighted data, but a person using it may not be aware of this problem. Not every single person who call themselves an “Ai-artist” has malicious plans to scam people or to gain wealth using their funny little tool. Sometimes they do it for fun and do not pretend that it is anything more that a game. Thank you for reading this far and good luck with your commissions!