#this is half beauty and the beast and half something else but I have no idea what it is

[grimm-writings]

Hey! Can I request a falin x reader where reader is a lone researcher in the dungeon and stumbles into chimera falin and the two fall in love?

Maybe Like a 5 times the reader has met chimera falin and 1 time the two get to meet after she’s turned back type story?

beauty/beast

…ft! falin x gn! reader

…tags! 5+1 format, reader is like slightly unhinged, fluff with moments of angst, slight suggestiveness

…wc! 2789

…notes! grimm tries not to come off as a monsterkisser for nearly 2.7k words, the fic,,,, hope you enjoy!!!! i love chimera falin so bad… 

One

You can’t say you didn’t ask for this.

It’s a death sentence to traverse into a dungeon on your own, especially with your lack of combat skills.  If you were sane, you’d have hired a bodyguard to help take down monsters you couldn’t handle.  Fortunately, you are not, and decided instead you could very well handle monsters in a pacifistic way.

Any companion you told this to chose to stare at you like you admitted to dark magic.

So, you’ll simply prove the nay-sayers wrong!  After all, how hard can it be to tame some monsters?

Very hard, actually.  Like… incredibly.

You had to pride yourself in how you managed to sweet-talk some petty thieves for advice on monsters in the floor you’re currently on, even how to avoid orcs!  At least that much is out of the way.

As for fighting, well, sometimes a very sharp slap to the head with a book, or even the sharp tip of a pen can subdue anyone, if just to give you enough time to run.

Besides, blood makes for some extra ink if you just happened to come by a dead body!

Going purely on efficiency alone, you’re doing tremendous work!  When it comes to your study?  Not so much.

The purpose of coming all the way down here is that you have a very specific urge.  That being, to tame a beast.  Some researchers gained the will to try and do the same to elemental spirits, why not other monsters?

One of the most common rebuttals you receive is that monsters are animals, they can’t be tamed at all, and you shouldn’t even try lest you want your head bitten off.  Considering thus far you only got bitten by a walking mushroom, you think you’re doing rather well!  (You did take an hour to contemplate to yourself how a walking mushroom seemingly has teeth, though.)

That brings you now later to the fourth floor, trying to shield your notes from the water as you lament losing more ink.  Sure, you might write a little bit more than should be necessary, but you surely can’t be out already!

So, delight fills you as you peer past a doorway to see the top half of a woman face down on the floor.  Haha, you can likely drain her pretty easily for some ink!  Looks fresh enough, and some patches of her are already damp with red!

You skip over, humming as you do so, when all at once the woman jerks and looks up at you.  Her golden eyes pierce your own, making you freeze in place.  You wonder if something had gotten mixed up and a succubus ended up making its way to an upper floor, when the walls of the small tower the woman is inhabiting collapses.

A chimera screeches at you, as if telling you to leave it alone.  If you weren’t so awestruck, you would have tried to shush it, lure it towards you and petted its oddly human head.  Alas, you let the chicken-legged thing go, finding a safe haven for itself.

Day 1: I have found a beast in its purest form. I must pursue it. I must tame it.

Two

‘Obsession’ would be putting your experience lightly.

You had never wanted to gaze upon a monster as much as you wished to see the chimera again.  Unique is its proportions, the lower body of a dragon and the torso and head of an adult tallwoman.

To anyone else, its face must be more of a lure.  With the prettiest face and… great assets to boot, like a fish drawn to an angler fish's light, a blindsided adventurer comes near.

You had tried to navigate where the beast has gone, observing the damages of certain areas to lead you closer to it.

Thoughts course through your mind like speckles of a daydream as you walk and walk and walk, trying to sneak past other enemies and adventurers as you do so.  What would its feathers feel like?  Is it different from the mop of blonde hair on its head?  You didn’t get the chance to observe its eyes – are they human or monster?  What of its body heat?  What is its diet?

Ah.  Diet.

Your own body stops walking in realisation.  By all means, comparing their mouth to the rest of their body, it’s ultimately impossible for the chimera to have a stable diet in this dungeon, correct?

Perhaps… you need to make a lure of your own.

Even after days of navigating the dungeon, you still have plenty of rations from the surface remaining in your bag.  Hopefully the chimera likes the most noble meal one can fit inside a lunchbox — meats and pasta with the richest sauce.  One could say your taste in meals is unique, eliciting a morbid curiosity.  If the beast is more in tune with its human side, it will react the same.

You don’t know what tempted you to arrange a table with two chairs on either side.  It’s not like the chimera could fit, but it was only suitable for your first formal meeting with it!  Oh, how you can’t wait to observe it eating, and so close…!

If you’re lucky, it may even attempt to taste you.

You promptly shake off the thought.

What you focus on now is to draw the chimera near.  It seems to favour secluded areas, but has been seemingly chased around.  Aw, is it scared of humans?  That’s just adorable!  Or, maybe, it’s resting before setting off on a search…  Now that’d be some juicy stuff!  Who’s the chimera’s prey?  Another monster, or humans?

Oh, of course you’ll use yourself as bait.  You’re not a coward!

You know basic enough spells that you won’t be entirely drained of mana upon use, lighting up a route to catch the chimera’s attention upon spotting it.  Down you lead it, making yourself look as bright and delectable as possible, before sitting in your seat, your meal readily prepared for the chimera.

You smile up at her as she pokes at the food you prepared, and she begins to eat.

Day 3: The beast was very hungry upon encounter.  Even when she finished the meal, she insisted on having something more.  I complied, and soon I had emptied my entire share of rations.  The chimera eats food made for humans easily. This elicits curiosity – it might be proof enough that the chimera’s existence in this dungeon is unnatural.  Even now, it looks too… human.  I feel uncomfortable now referring to the beast as such – an ‘it’. Thus, I will refer to the chimera as ‘she’ from here on.  It suits her.  She truly is magnificent.   All signs point to her being an attempt at creating a ‘beast-kin’, but instead of using the soul of a monster and body of a human, it’s as if it’s a mesh of both.  A disgustingly beautiful transformation.  To compare, it is not dissimilar to the breeding of a pug.  Deliberately done to appease someone, something.  A selfish birth. Someone must be wanting to do the same as I to the chimera – tame her to their whims. …I’ll have to look further into this.

Three

You feel less in control of your studies these days.

The more you hang around the dungeon, scavenging for food and following your muse, the more insane you feel.  But, for the sake of research, you power through.

The chimera, she has been opening herself up to you.  When she gets anxious, her feathers ruffle, and you shush her with pets.  She calms down occasionally.  Once, you had encountered her, blood on her body and under her fingernails.  You cleaned her using the mana-infused water.  She had never looked so calm.

She doesn’t feel like a monster you have tamed, but a friend.

This scares you.

Sure, there’s the possibility that the chimera is an unnatural phenomenon, and isn’t even a monster.

But that also means you’re losing your resolve.

The chimera sits with you, as you scrub her red-scaled talons free of dirt and blood.  Her upper body leans on you, resting.  You can even hear little chirps slipping from her lips.

She’s so cute.

Even as her golden eyes soften, the small slits in them dilating to exhibit relaxation, she smiles at you.  You don’t flinch when her hands take your face to look at you.  She’s a bird after all – she might be trying to memorise you, how you look, so she knows not to hurt you in the future.

You were nearly about to reminisce on your further embarrassment when the chimera speaks.

Four words.  She spoke four words in the common language, leaving you staring at her.  You’re speechless.  She must know that she’s caught you off guard as she slowly tucks your hair behind your ear and moves away.

The moment is quickly ruined.  “Dragon!”  A boyish voice calls.  “There you are.  You’ve been leaving my side so frequently.  There’s no time to–”

An elf in a cloak freezes upon noticing you.  His heavy eye bags rival your own as he glares down at your sitting position.

You don’t do anything, merely looking up at your friend in confusion.  She is back to being silent again, reaching her arms out to the elf, as if about to pick him up.  He swats at her, before pointing at you.

“Kill them,” he demands her.

She hesitates.  You also find yourself unable to move.  So the chimera is under someone’s control after all.  This elf, forcing you apart from your friend.

You hardly process your friend lifting you off the floor, her fingers closing in around your throat.  Tighter and tighter.  Your eyes can barely make out her empty expression as she squeezes the life out of your lungs.

Snap.

You fall onto the floor, and the mad mage leaves with his dragon in tow.

Day ??: “My name is Falin.” The chimera told me this last time we encountered one another.  She has a name.  A beautiful name that belongs just to her.  Falin. …I would say ‘my Falin’, but she is not.  She is under the control of that elf.  I wouldn’t want her to be my Falin anyway. She shouldn’t belong to anyone. I was revived by a kindly Eastern woman, who is accompanying a group of retainers following their lord.  They are joined by another party, also recently revived. Apparently, in my revival, I had uttered her name, “Falin,” and captured the attention of the malnourished lord. He is looking for her. …I was informed she is his love. Pushing personal feelings aside, I asked to come along.  I neglected to mention Falin’s current state.  I couldn’t do that to him right now.  Maybe once he sleeps, or eats… but not now. Falin, I wish to save you.  That is my goal now. You are not a monster to be tamed.

Four

Today, you met Laios Touden.

He is Falin’s older brother, you learn.

You met a lot of people, actually.  You met Falin’s party, an elf who Falin went to school with, as well as Laios Touden.

“You’ve seen Falin?”  He asks you, brow creased.  He had leaned forward in interest.  Lord Toshiro, Kabru, and Asebi were also listening to you with intrigue.

You nod.  “Yes, but I fear the situation might be a little more than you have bargained for,” you vaguely inform.

Your words would be interrupted by Laios’ request to talk privately with Toshiro, to which you comply.  You do already have a feeling of what's being said, something Kabru seems to pick up on as he glances over at you.

“Falin… isn’t faring well, is she?”

“Not in the traditional sense,” you reply.  Kabru grimaces, clearly not appreciating your rather… erratic way of conversing.  You add before he could talk back, “she’ll come back for me.”

Kabru furrows his brow.  “Excuse me?”

His question remains unanswered until you are swept up in a heated battle.  Looks of horror cross everyone’s faces at the bloody acts committed by the chimera.

You merely smile.

“Hello beauty,” you whisper when she turns to you.  Falin steps forward, cornering you.  You welcome her with open arms – and the world becomes dark again.

Day ??: Scorned though I may be by Lord Toshiro, I know myself not to be mad, but in love. Yes, I am in love.  I know this now for certain. I know that he, too, is in love.  I do not see his wishes badly.  In fact, from a sane man’s mouth, it is perfectly understandable.  Dark magic is dangerous.  As is love.  He’s risking his own reputation for it, even if others don’t appear to see things the way he does. But when push comes to shove, I am not that sane man.  I am joining Laios Touden’s party in the retrieval of Falin. The aftermath of the battle consisted of a hearty meal.  Who knew monsters could taste so nice?  Keep this in mind for the next adventure. I had figured this all came from the result of black magic.  Marcille Donato is a much more interesting woman than I thought.  I’m sure I could learn a lot from her. Hence, we march forward.  I know you aren’t in your right mind, Falin, but trust that I am. I will risk it all for you, beauty.

Five

The ice is cold underneath your fingertips.  The woman encased inside is relaxed, as if she’s merely asleep.  To see her completely separated from the lower half of the chimera body was something uncanny to you, so used to seeing her towering over you, able to squash you like a bug.

You turn to Marcille as she approaches.  “You had the right mind, keeping her fresh like this.  Deep down, you really did want to follow through with the plan!”

The blonde elf is sheepish.  “I did end up causing a right mess in the end.  It… It was selfish of me.”

“It was love,” you reply.

“Not the love Falin needs, though,” she finishes.

You both stare up at her in silence.  If you were delusional enough, you could swear you could see Falin breathing.

“I love her,” you admit, quieter than you have ever been.  “Is that alright with you?”

Marcille turns to you, her eyes wide.  For such a gossip, she really hasn’t picked up on it?

“I…”  She hesitates.  Her hands reach her trousers, and she scrunches up the fabric in her hands.  “It’s not my choice what – or who – Falin chooses.  I don’t think I have the right to decide anything for her.”

You nod, graciously taking Marcille’s word to heart.

You feel you’ve also changed throughout your journey.  Volatile as you may be, you appreciate Falin as she is.  An untamed beauty.  Not for anyone to claim or put their ideals onto.

She’s simply Falin.

“Come on,” Marcille takes your hand.  She has the kind of look on her face where you know she accepts you readily.  “Let’s go eat, okay?  For Falin.”

You smile back.  “For Falin.”

I don’t care about the day anymore. Falin is being revived today.  Soon, I’ll have a chance to meet the real her.  The beauty behind the beast. Ha.  I haven’t called her that for a while. Maybe I’ll follow Toshiro’s way and propose immediately too?  No, Marcille may accept me, but that might result in another need for revival. I can’t wait to get to know you.

the first time

Falin opens the door with a dazed expression, not expecting the crowd waiting around the door.  Of course, this resulted in quite the hoo-ha.  People running around, celebrating the successful revival of Falin Touden.  You wait patiently for you to be welcomed once more.

The woman is sitting calmly at her bed.  Some of her features are still feathered, but you’ve always liked how they felt underneath your fingertips.

She glances up at you, examining your form.

You’re taller than she thought.

“Hi,” you say, handing over a random blade of grass you picked.

Falin takes it.  Her fingers brush against your own.  She starts twirling the natural green between her fingers.  She smiles warmly.  “Hello,” her soft, tired voice returns.  It’s so sweet that you might melt.  “My name is Falin.  It’s nice to meet you.”

You know from the way she glances up at you that she already remembers you quite well.

Feeling the happiest you’ve ever been, you fall into Falin, pulling her into the tightest of hugs.

“It’s so wonderful to meet you too, beauty.”

Today, she asked me if she could belong to me. I said yes, but only if she belonged to herself first. She accepted.

#✮ grimm's fics! #FALLS OVER #this is my longest fic so far i think wow #as falin deserves #delicious in dungeon #delicious in dungeon imagines #delicious in dungeon x reader #dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi imagines #dungeon meshi x reader #falin #falin touden #falin x reader #falin imagines #falin touden x reader #falin touden imagines

[toasteaa]

Constant thought in my brain recently: being chosen by the Hydro Sovereign as a sacrifice (or really, the base on which he'll judge humanity for this era) after you willingly took the blame and punishment of another person. You're told not to look at the Sovereign or lift your veil before reaching his domain, being guided only by clawed hands as cold and dangerous as the ocean depths and a voice as powerful as crashing waves.

The shock that goes through you when you see the Sovereign's lands in their entirety; bright, blooming with life...a far shot away from the dismal, rocky shores you've long heard were uninhabitable.

The Sovereign giving you free reign of his residence - except for his own chambers - and leaving you to your own devices whilst he returns to the waves lapping against the gleaming shores. To hunt? To govern? You don't know - the Sovereign has yet to utter more words than necessary and you're still too frightened to delve into the questions he's refused to answer.

Your only solace is the Sovereign's sole retainer - Neuvillette was his name, though he seemed to have trouble recalling it at first. He's the closest thing to human here, though you have your reservations. He answers some of your questions and elegantly redirects the ones he doesn't wish to answer; you can't really find it in yourself to complain. Especially when you know that this hospitality might be the last kindness you get before the Sovereign returns to claim his sacrifice.

Though, perhaps, the Sovereign will prove merciful and allow you to remain here with Neuvillette. At least for a little bit longer.

#toast talks #genshin impacted #genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #this is half beauty and the beast and half something else but I have no idea what it is #But it's indulgent and tasty and I have not stopped thinking about it for the past three days #Neuvillette picking you because of your selflessness but you believe the Sovereign wants to devour you whole as part of his blood tax? #Sign me the fuck up I LOVE when the reader doesn't know Neuvillette's true nature and it's revealed in subtle waves that #don't give everything away at once #Reader believes Neuvillette was a former sacrifice that was brought here or was a human that was raised by the hydro sovereign #Incorrect but Neuvillette will let you believe that while he secretly not so secretly courts you in a form he believes won't scare you away #romantic sigh #alright time to get back to work -

[garfunklefield]

What about a Gojo prince x a princess reader and its love at first sight? Then maybe they have some breeding-kink related sex, and perhaps they say I love you?

Whimper Like a Prince!

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!princess!reader/prince!Satoru Gojo Warnings: perverted gojo, heavy breeding kink, arranged marriage, creampie, p in v sex, pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, squirting, L bomb, gojo will whimper trust, love at first sight, porn with plot or should I say plot with porn :), bathroom masturbation, gojo cums in his pants Word count: 4591 DESC:You and your new husband procreate

Back at it again with the subby gojo

Satoru never thought of himself as a pervert. In fact, he considered himself basically asexual, from how no one had ever interested him. No woman or man ever caught his attention, not even a little bit. There had to be something wrong with him, his parents thought so. They deliberated for days before going to their son and telling him about you. You were supposed to be different. You were supposed to be the perfect woman to marry into the Gojo clan. And you were the one they had signed him off to be married to. 

“Seriously? Not even in a say in my own wedding?” The Prince groaned, throwing his head back and letting white locks flow across his forehead. It was a pain to have to share a room with someone. Become married. All of it. It was a pain! He didn’t want to know anyone, he didn’t want to know you. He couldn't care less if it offended his parents or hurt your feelings; He didn’t want to do it. 

His life was fine! He could do whatever he wanted without a woman bossing him around. This would ruin it. This would make everything all wrong. Satoru said nothing else as his parents continued to lecture about how this would be good for him, a change of pace. How you were calm and reserved and perfect. All that bullshit he was tired of hearing. He didn’t care how perfect or beautiful you were, he didn’t want you. So he declined to see your photos and got up, strolling out of the common room and into one of the hallways. 

What's worse is they didn’t tell him that when he woke up the next morning and got dressed in the white suit they had laid out for him, Satoru was going to be wed. It was a pure white suit, white coat, and white undershirt, paired with white shoes and pants. It was a bit weird, making him look paler than he actually was. He looked like a demon, staring at his own blue eyes in his reflection. Who was that man? Who was the beast before him who was watching with a hungry gaze? A beast who longed to be forever alone. Satoru wasn’t scared of intimacy but he sure as hell didn’t like it. Maybe he avoided it as much as possible, that wasn’t wrong, was it? He didn’t need to be intimate with anyone as long as he had a say in it. So safe to say, he was a virgin. Unless you count fooling around with his best friend, which he didn’t. 

One maid knocked on his door and spoke quietly, saying his parents requested to meet him in the outdoor corridor. Gojo nodded and silently rolled his eyes, praying it wasn’t for scheduling the wedding. What he didn’t know was he was walking into his own wedding. He didn’t pay attention to the loud fanfare outside, it was probably just one of his parent's parties he was being forced to make an appearance at. Whatever, it wasn’t like it affected him in any way to say hi to a few guests. Then he could retreat into his room and hide underneath a blanket until the world disappeared. 

“Toru, honey, in here!” His mother, the queen, called out from a column that lined the huge archway, leading outside. He perked up at the sound of his mother's voice and followed it closely. Although it was hard to hear from all the music and noise, he managed to find her. She was in a long white gown, which didn’t catch him off guard, it was the scene behind her. A wedding. His wedding. Half of the seats were people wearing white, signaling his side of the family. Then the other half wore red, signaling yours. It made sense, his kingdom's colors were blue and white to symbolize a Gojo’s typical eye and hair color. 

His mouth twitched on the edge and slowly hung open, gaping at the scene, “Mom… are you fucking with me right now?” Satoru turned to look at her, with his eyes widening in a newfound rage. He was getting married now!? Now!!! In front of all these people! Oh but the mysterious and perfect you was nowhere to be seen. 

“Now, now… don’t give me that. It’s for the better,” she smiled reassuringly and attempted to put a hand on her son's shoulder blade, to calm him. Instead, he shrugged out of her grasp with a grumble and straightened his suit jacket. There had to be a way to get out of this. There had to be a way to get out of all of this. 

“Introducing!!!” A loud man shouted from a balcony overtop Satoru and his mother, “The crowned prince, Satoru Gojo, and the Queen!” A large spotlight flickered over to the both of them, stopping him in his tracks as he attempted to leave. He stared into the light like a deer caught in headlights unsure what to do. He was fucked. He was totally and utterly fucked. 

He felt his mother nudge his side, with a tense and tight grin upon her frail lips, “You have five seconds to stand straight before I slap you Satoru,” she spoke between her smile. Her son did as he was told and straightened his posture, turning on the perfect mask of a prince who wanted to get married. His eyes turned kind and his smile flashed wide. He looked like the perfect prince about to be wed to some nobody. 

His mother grabbed his hand and pulled him down the aisle, smiling and waving to everyone as she did so. Satoru refused to truly make eye contact with anyone, he didn’t want to exist. He wanted to pretend this was all some fucked up dream he was going to awaken from at any moment. Just getting pinched and sent back into bed was all he wanted. The Queen let go of his hand and signaled him to go on further, standing on the pedestal designated for the two truly participating in this wedding. He didn’t look as the loud man cleared his throat and introduced you by your name, he didn’t care to learn it. But something took over Satoru, maybe it was curiosity or just pure boredom, but he looked over at you. 

And his … his heart stopped. 

You were purely and utterly perfect in every shape of the word. Your face was adorned with jewels and makeup from your homeland, all red. Your hair was the same fiery red, and put up into an intricate style. But he wasn’t looking at that. Your face, your beautiful face. It was unique and something he’d never seen before. Features, that were all different from those of him and his family. Fuck … he liked it a lot. The way your lips jutted out in a regular stance, painted with a deep crimson. Then his eyes trailed down to your chest. 

Satoru never thought of himself as a pervert … until he met you. Your breasts were thick and filled with fat, hanging perfectly against your body. They perked up against your dress in a way that couldn’t have been natural, maybe by a bra of some kind that he couldn’t see. Your dress collar went low, exposing the skin between your breasts. There was something about him he wanted to squeeze and palm until you couldn’t take it. He wanted to rip apart your dress and taste your sweet nipples, feeling you grow wet under his touch. This sudden lust was becoming too much and it didn’t help he took in the rest of your figure. Your stomach lightly jutted out against your tight dress, followed by thick love handles and hips. He caught himself salivating just at the thought of pressing you against the wall and becoming suffocated by the plush, soft skin of your thighs. 

He turned away from staring at you and instead began to worry about the problem brewing in his pants. A very apparent and very erect problem. He was straining against his tight boxers and even tighter slacks, desperately aching for release. He wanted to rip apart his pants and touch himself while watching you stare at him indifferently. He loved it, fuck, he loved you. Was that possible? Was he just so overcome with lust it was blurring the lines of love? Well, he had never felt love before, so maybe it was the same as lust!

You approached him, with an older man on your left. He let go of your hand and let you step onto the pedestal yourself, coming face to face with your future husband. He couldn’t even feign disinterest or boredom, being this close to you was agony. Satoru’s body was purely on fire and he needed you to put it out with your touch. He stared at you, waiting for something to happen. The officiant began to speak her speech, but he heard nothing. All he could do was stare into your wide eyes as you stared into his. Did you feel the same thing as him? Were your souls becoming intertwined with every passing second, or was it just him?

“...Do you take Satoru Gojo to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The officiant asked you, turning your attention away from your future husband. You looked at her, then at Satoru.

Biting your bottom lip, you nodded, “I do.” Your voice. Your fucking voice. He was going to cum in his pants. Your voice was angelic, pure gold sliding into his senses. It was beautiful, you were beautiful! Everything about you was absolutely beautiful.  

“Satoru Gojo do-” The officiant began but she was cut off by Satoru’s abrupt, “I do.” 

Your eyes widened at the sight. He couldn’t tell what you were thinking but he didn’t care about that. He wanted to touch you so bad it was starting to hurt him and his cock. He was throbbing and aching for release, aching for you to release him from these chains. All you had to do was just touch his hand or his arm, and he’d find peace. 

“By the power vested in me by the kingdom, I pronounce you two man and wife. You may now kiss the bride,” she cleared her throat, stepping back and motioning to the newlywed couple. Satoru’s heart jumped from his chest to his throat. Kissing? They were going to kiss? Oh no. That was bad. That was going to be very bad. 

He stared at the officiant to you, pressing his lips in a thin line. Well… she did say kiss. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Satoru quickly began to convince himself he’d be fine, which was a mistake. He stepped forward and put two hands against your cheeks, inhaling to take in your warmth. You were the living embodiment of perfection, the soul of beauty, and the goddess of his life. Who cares if you just met two minutes ago?! Love at first sight can exist! Without saying anything else, he gave you a look which you nodded to, signaling you were ready for the kiss. 

Then your two souls became one and your lips pressed together. Annddd he came in his pants. Satoru didn’t mean for it to happen but the pleasure of being so close to you, smelling your scent, and feeling your body warmth. It felt so good, he let himself slip and found himself cumming into his pants from the sensation. Your lips were so soft and glossed up, molding against his in a very G-rated kiss. Although, he wished for more. He wanted to taste your tongue so badly. You pulled away first, staring at him. His face was red with flushed bits of pink scattering his hazy cheeks. His lips were delicately traced with gloss, and his eyes were fogged over. Small panting breaths came out of him as you both looked at each other.

“Did you…” You mumbled, nodding your head in the direction of his pants. 

“...Nu-uh…” Satoru whispered back, pulling back completely and clearing his throat, “BRB for normal reasons now,” he flashed his mother a winning smile and then promptly walked off the podium. It didn’t really matter, as the families had begun to mingle. So no one noticed him slipping out and wandering back to one of the many guest bathrooms in the palace. You watched him walk away with a different look in your eye that he didn’t have time to dissect. 

Satoru had one goal in the bathroom: clean his underwear and not take too long. He dropped his pants and stared at himself in the mirror, he looked like a complete mess. Nothing had ever made him cum like that. Sure he never felt attraction to people but he was a guy! Morning wood is a real issue. He let out a sigh and assessed the damage, pulling off his pants and underwear to begin to properly clean it. But something else took over him as he pulled out a roll of toilet paper. He could just fuck himself to the thought of you in here and no one would know. He could touch himself and think about how you felt against his touch, your plump skin, and your warm lips. 

A hand trailed from the toilet paper down to his growing and twitching cock. It was aching to be touched. His palm covered the tip and then sank, snaking around the shaft. With a small and gentle motion, he began to rub himself off. His hand didn’t feel as good as he knew yours would. Something about your small hands against his cock, taking him and feeling him in the ways he liked. Then your pretty mouth, gagging on his dick. He could practically feel your lips sucking his tip, and your tongue trailing around his urethra hole. It was too much for him and he had just begun to jack off, quickly cumming into his hand. It was a quick wave of pleasure that ran up his length and shot out his tip, into his hand. Satoru let out a shaky moan and kept stroking himself, cumming against the pleasure. 

Fuck he needed you so bad. 

Satoru had no idea you’d be waiting in his room after he got out of the bathroom. His underwear was completely past saving and he needed to change into something less cum filled. When he saw you seated on his bed, two arms crossed against your breasts he gasped. Two brows raised in confusion furrowed a bit, “Wh… Why are you in here?” 

“Did you cum in your pants?” You raised an eyebrow at him, watching him with your same blank stare. He blinked a few times. Oh! So you did notice more than he thought! 

He let out a small laugh and closed the door behind him, locking it subtly as he did so, “Whaaat? Why’d you say that?” 

“I heard you moan when we kissed. You got all … flustered,” you explained, motioning with your hands. As you moved, your breasts bounced against your skin, exposing them to Satoru’s perverted gaze. He was half paying attention and mainly salivating. He wanted to rub his swollen cock on your nipple and feel it harden, then fuck your tits until he came all over them. Then he wanted to grab them until you couldn’t bear it from sensitivity. 

“Why are you in here?” He asked, a low tone taking hold of his voice. You both were married now. It wouldn’t hurt to get more acquainted, would it? And it wouldn’t hurt to be more bold now, would it? Satoru began to approach you, kicking off his shoes and pulling at his white tie, his eyes on you like a predator on his innocent prey. 

“I… wanted to ask if you were okay,” your eyes met his and you bit your bottom lip. Fuck… just like that. He wanted you to bite your lip as he went down on you and fucked your tight cunt with his tongue. He wanted you to cross your eyes as he pumped you full of his kids, of the next generation. God, just the thought began to make him hard all over again. 

“Then why’re you on my bed?” He tilted his head, shrugging off his suit jacket and letting it hit the ground. You swallowed and moved both hands from your sides to rest behind you, stretching yourself back a bit. All for him, huh? He didn’t know you were a little tease. 

“Satoru,” you began but your breath caught in your throat when he was too close. He stood between your slightly spread legs, using his own knee to spread yours a bit more. The tension was so thick he could practically cut it with a knife. He needed you so bad, to run his hands along your fat skin and taste the wetness leaking from your cunt. He knew you were wet, you had to be. There was no way you’d be in this position and not be even the littlest bit aroused. He was aroused, it was obvious from the boner in his pants. 

He breathed out your name and sunk onto his knees, “If you don’t stop me in five seconds, I’m continuing,” one hand ran up your thigh, up your stomach and grabbed hold of your panties, “One,” he pulled at the hem of your underwear, “Two,” he pulled it down your thighs with one hand, “Three” it was down to your ankles, “Four” your dress was pushed up past your hips, “Five,” his mouth was face to face with your soaked pussy. You were gorgeous, perfect flaps waiting to be spread open by his mouth. 

“Sa..” You went to begin but his mouth was on your spot. You weren’t going to stop him anyway. Two fists balled up against the sheets and you felt him press a hand on your stomach, signaling you should lay down. Your legs found themselves thrown up against his shoulders, so he could be even closer to your wetness. Two hands suctioned against your hips and he did his magic. For someone who had never eaten pussy he was surprisingly good at it, lapping at you like you were the best meal he’s ever had. You tasted like savory heaven, something he’d never want to give up. His tongue rolled around your cunt for a few moments before he latched onto your sweet cunt, sucking like he never had before. He felt you tense up, rolling your hips to the sensation, and he knew he had found the perfect spot to please you. 

“Pl.. f-f-fuck… pleas- hah.. Mmm… please,” you whimpered, gasping and arching your back to the sensation. He wanted you to cum just had he had several times before. Satoru pulled his face back from your pussy, his chin glistening with your wetness, and pulled one hand from your hip. He needed to make you cum any way he could, and he’d heard that fingering made women feel pretty good. With ease, he sunk digit after digit inside of you, filling you up with three fingers. You felt so warm and plush, sticky, and … fuck warm. 

“What a whore, huh? You take all my fingers…” Gojo mumbled, leaning forward and pressing his mouth on your clit. He pushed his fingers in then out, and in then out, in a rhythmic dance to stimulate your senses. He felt your spongey walls clench around him when he hit your perfect spot and kept going, making sure to abuse it as best he could. His mouth helped too, licking your juices up as if there was no tomorrow, in his mind there wouldn’t be. He had to make the best of here and now as if he’d never get this chance again. 

He could tell you were close when your noises got louder, and your voice reached a higher octave. You moaned and groaned his name, begging to release all over his face. And when you did, you did something a bit unexpected. You squirted. Your body tensed and you rolled your hips a few times, going silent before a loud moan escaped your lips. Satoru didn’t stop and didn’t stop when he felt you cum all over him. It sprayed over his face, just getting a bit of his chin and neck but he didn’t care. Fuck, he thought it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen! 

Satoru pulled back and grinned, “I’m gonna fuck you until I can’t cum anymore, kay?” He didn’t wait for an answer, bringing you up further on the bed by your arms then promptly pouncing on you. You gasped when his mouth assaulted yours in a sloppy R-rated kiss. His tongue lapped yours and tased your saliva, moaning for more. It felt so good, building a burning sensation deep in his stomach. He needed to get off, and he needed to get off now. You heard him moan and whine into the kiss as he did exactly what he wanted to and touched your full breasts. He squeezed and palmed the skin just to hear you moan and whimper that it was too sensitive. That’s what made him strain more against his pants. 

He sat up and took off his pants, well attempted to. Satoru struggled against his belt, to the point where you had to sit up and help him. You cleared your throat and pulled off the belt, beginning to unbutton his pants, “So… did you also learn about the marriage yesterday?”

The white-haired male let out a lust-filled laugh and nodded, “Didn’t know it was happening today, though.” Once his pants were unbuttoned he shimmied out of them and his boxers, kicking them to the side and getting right back on top of you, “Mm…” he moaned against your mouth as he brought you back into a kiss, “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re swelling with my kid,” you moaned into the kiss when he said that, joining him in filling the room with your joint noises. 

Satoru pulled back and looked down at his cock. He was throbbing and leaked precum onto the sheets, in between your spread legs. It didn’t take him long before he grabbed the base of his cock and stroked it a few times, “You wanna be bred?” He asked, his voice almost hoarse as he spoke. 

“Mhm,” you cried out, whining like a little sub bitch. You reached out to grab his hand, “Just fuck me already…” You didn’t have to tell him twice. He continued to slowly stroke his cock as he lined it up with your folds, pressing the tip into your cunt just to see your reaction. You were so warm he had to stop himself from cumming right away, but he stayed strong and pushed in. Fuck, a whimper escaped his mouth and he leaned down to kiss you again. The kiss was desperate and messy, just aching to relieve the burning desires swelling in his body. It was electric how he felt about you in that moment, he needed you so bad it hurt. He didn’t just want to fuck you, he wanted to live in your ribcage like a little parasite.

He pulled back, then thrust in again, “F-hah.. Shit.. mm-m fu..fuck,” he threw his head back at the pleasure rising up his cock. He’d never get this kind of sensation from just simply fucking himself. Sure, fucking himself to the thought of you felt good, but this was on a whole other level of pleasure. You were warm like a sauna and he wanted to just thrust in you until you couldn’t walk, until you were full of his cum. So he began, thrusting in you like you were nothing more than a sex object. You gasped and pressed yourself against the mattress, before arching your back and rolling your hips as you did when he reached your pleasurable spot. You both were so sensitive, Satoru more so from the fact he had already cum twice, that he came within seconds of penetrating you. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop when you cried out and came for the second time, or if he was feeling too stimulated, he wanted you full. He wanted to watch you bulge from his cum and carry his kids. 

“F-fuck… I’m gonna.. Mm- fill you.. Hah.. with my- mm.. Kids,” he groaned, looking down at your perfect form. Satoru buried his head in the crook of your neck and bit down as the pleasure was getting to be too much. It was all-consuming, filling his whole body and all of his senses. He could feel his body jerking and spontaneously moving with every jolt of ecstasy. You were the same, crying out and wrapping your arms around his neck. He was balls deep in your wetness, taking in your noises and the plapping from both of your bodies together in pure bliss. He felt himself spill over again into your pussy, cumming to the point where it was beginning to hurt. But he didn’t want to stop, even though his dick was starting to become numb. It almost tickled at first when he kept thrusting through the sensitivity, but then it started feeling good again. So good he couldn’t help but bite even harder on your neck. You were talking it like the good slut you were, soaking up his cum and begging mindlessly for more.

Satoru gasped and kept thrusting, even though he was beginning to realize you might’ve milked him dry. He let out a whimper and pulled his head back to look at your dazed expression. Your makeup was smeared, mascara pooling at your eyes and lipstick against your cheek. He didn’t care, you were still gorgeous. 

So he was surprised when he felt himself cum again and he blurted out, “I ..f- mmshit.. F-.. love… you.. Iloveyouiloveyou.” 

His dick was so tender he was beginning to lose feeling in every motion, so his thrusts began to slow to a stop. He pulled himself off of your sweet cunt and plopped down beside you, taking in gasps of air as if he was going to die at any minute. Now he knew why men were addicted to sex. Sex was amazing! Marriage was amazing! How could he have dismissed it so early on without even giving it a try? If this was how sex and marriage truly were, he would’ve done this such a long time ago! 

“You… love me?” You murmured, turning your head to look at your husband. Gojo looked back at you with wide eyes full of … well tiredness and confusion. He was so out of it that he didn’t even process he had said it until you pointed it out. A few silent moments passed as he tried to think of what to do. Well shit, now he might not have that amazing explosive sex anymore. 

“I love you too… I think. It’s weird, I felt like I did when I first saw you,” you continued, turning on your side to watch him with delicate eyes. You … also loved him? If he wasn’t sore and numb in his dick at the same time he would’ve fucked you again. 

Satoru let out a breathless laugh and outstretched one of his arms to rest on your waist, “Yeah, me too.”

#gojo saturo #satoru gojo #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru #jjk gojo #gojo x reader #jujutsu gojo #gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen satoru #jujutsu satoru #jjk satoru #satorugojo #gojo jjk #x reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #x reader smut #smut #garfunklefield writing

[teyamloving12]

A Sticky Situation

Warning: pseudo incest, stepbrother!Aonung, stuck and fucked(lol), breeding kink, creampie, etc.

Pairing: Stepbrother!Aonung(19) x reader(18) x Bestfriend!Loak(18)

Synopsis: Somehow Eywa made you stuck through a hole in your marūi and you need your stepbrother's help to pull you out but Lo'ak offers "extra help".

Now you were just unlucky. You were trying to sew a top for your new friend, Kiri, to wear on a date with your cousin, Rotxo, in the next 2 days. You accidentally lost one of the shells you were going to use on it. It fell through a hole in your marūi.

"I've never seen this hole before.", you thought. You pushed yourself through the hole. The shell was so close but you couldn't reach it. "Eywa, are you fucking serious!?", you yelled. You watched as the sun became to set. It was beautiful but you were still stuck. You tried to force yourself out of the hole but no success.

You were half asleep until you were awoken by the sound of steps in the marūi. You were frightened, who the fuck was that?

"Who is there?", you yelled. You heard laughter behind you. "Sister, is that you?", you sighed in relief. It was just Aonung. "Aonung please help me out!", you pleaded. It was vey uncomfortable to be stuck in a position like this. He kept laughing looking at you squirm like this but a part of him wants to do something else. "Stop laughing like a idiot and help me please! Please it really hurts!", you begged.

Aonung held you by the hips and grind you into him. "Aonung what the fuck are you doing? Help me out!", you shouted to yell. Lo'ak walked by the marūi and dropped by to see Aonung but changed his mind. He heard you begging Aonung to pull you out. He saw you stuck in a hole in your marūi and chuckled. "Lo'ak what are you doing here?", you asked with shock all over your face.

He smirked at your flustered face. He rubbed the tear that ran from your beautiful face. In the meanwhile, Aonung was grinding his boner on your ass. "Aonung what the fuck! You pervert! Stop grinding your boner on me and help me out!", you said trying to hold back the moans from your mouth. You were enjoying it but Lo'ak was in front of you. What would he think of you?

"Keep it up, bro!", Lo'ak said. You were in shock. He undid his loincloth. "Wait Lo'ak, let's not do this please!", you begged. You felt your loincloth fall off your waist. " Aonung we can't, you're my brother. That is not right!", you said , wiggling your hips not knowing you were grinding on his boner. No response. He blew on your clit causing you to flinch.

"Don't forget about me, pretty girl!", Lo'ak said. You were shocked at his size. He pulled your chin up to look at him. He smiled suggestively. He lined his cock with your mouth. You licked the tip which was soaked with precum. You took your time to take him in your mouth.

Aonung sucked your clit causing you to take Lo'ak even deeper in your mouth. Without Warning, Lo'ak began to thrust into your mouth. His cock was soaked with his precum and your saliva.

Aonung stopped eating you out and pushed his cock in your sensitive pussy. He became a beast. You swear you felt the marūi moving from the force of him fucking your cunt. Anyone could have seen you three. How slutty would you look for having a cock in your mouth and your stepbrother's cock down in your pussy. You used your hands to rub Lo'ak's cock with your little mouth around his cock. You were being used like a whore.

Lo'ak took himself out of your mouth. Your tongue stuck out not used to the fact your mouth wasn't full again. Aonung was still back there thrusting his hips into you. "Pretty girl, your face looks so pretty like that!", Lo'ak said.

"Too bad, I can't see her!", Aonung answered. You moans were beautiful. Aonung can help himself. Lo'ak kisses you aggressively. You reached for his dick and stroking it fast. He began to twitch in your hand. He quickly pushed his cock down your throat again. He was literally growing in your mouth. He came down your throat. You drank his sperm as if you were thirsty and had drank in days.

Aonung was still going, his dick was touching your g-spot with each single move he made. You didn't care if your mother or father walked in. Your back was getting blown out. That's all that mattered. "Gonna fill you up real good, make that tummy swell my children!" He came inside of you. It felt so weird yet so right like Eywa herself was the one who made you get into this situation. He was about to leave.

"Aonung bro, she's still stuck!"

#aonung x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x na'vi!reader #neteyam x reader #neteyam x you #aonung smut #avatar smut #neteyam x reader smut #neteyam #atwow ao'nung #navi oc #neteyam x y/n #smut #jake sully smut #jake x neytiri #jake x reader #neytiri x reader x jake #neytiri #neteyam x omaticaya!reader #tw inc*st #aonung x y/n #aonung #dark content #atwow imagines #atwow smut #atwow kiri #atwow neteyam #aonung x you

[devilmen-collector]

Hello, i read your drabble with the kings when they catch you watching Super Sentai. Now Can I request how about them(the kings+Minhyeok(optional)) catch you watching animals documentary LOL

Thank you💙

Of course LOL

*Sir David Attenborough's voice narrating in the background*

Kings + Minhyeok catch Reader watching animal documentary 🐘

Satan

(What could be better than watching animal documentary, especially one about wild cats, while having a cat's sunny fur smell in the background. It adds to the immersion /hj)

At first, you were too absorbed in the documentary to realize the cat sunny fur smell in the air wasn't something you imagined from watching animal documentary too much.

However, when the scene of two animal fighting over mate/territory was shown, you could hear a small laugh beside, half pleasant half snickering.

"Satan!!!!" You shouted.

"As I thought, you always watch interesting thing, Y/N."

Now you were left puzzled with what Satan found interesting in an animal documentary. Was it because the animals were beautiful and majestic? No that couldn't be it. Or was it because since animals always follow their instinct, they are similar to devils in a way, because devils are honest with themselves and their desires. Oh great, now all you brain wants to think about is sex.

Damnit, Satan!

Mammon

You didn't hear Mammon coming, when you realized that he was in the room with you, you were already being moved. The King of Greed set you sitting on his lap, leaning you on his firm chest.

"Isn't this more comfortable, Master?" He said, making you flustered and more focused on him than on the documentary.

"Master, if you love these animals so much, I could catch them and bring them to you so you could admire them more closely." You heard Greed said and immediately reacted and gave him a lecture on how that would affect negatively on the wild animals, to which Mammon agreed and said:

"Ah yes, those animals are best not imprisoned inside a cage, just like how certain treasures shine most when they are free."

Leviathan

Each time Leviathan heard the world "great", "noble", "majestic", "beautiful", etc that the narrator used to describe the animal and saw you focusing on the screen, he scowled. Is he not greater, more noble, more majestic and more beautiful than those wild beasts? So Y/N, you should look at him instead of those animals.

"Hang."

Beelzebub

"Oh those animals look delicious." The King of Gluttony put his chin on your head as he commented, half-jokingly.

"Bell, no eating these animals, okay? This species is at risk of being extinct."

"Really? But there are hundreds of them..."

"Bell!!!"

"Alright, alright, I got it, no eating them if you say so." Bell said and winked.

Minhyeok

"Finally, you are watching something else beside porn, Y/N."

"Hey, it's not like porns are all I watch." You protested as Minhyeok laughed. Nevertheless, he decided to sit down and watch the documentary with you, which made you remember the wonderful childhood you two shared before the death of your parents. You couldn't help but being grateful of Minhyeok for being with you all the way, through all the ups and downs of your life.

I hope you like it 💙

#what in hell is bad #whb #whb drabble #whb satan #whb mammon #whb leviathan #whb beelzebub #whb minhyeok #whb headcanons

[random-fandom-inserts]

Oswald

After your hippogriff injures his wing, you send a letter to your old friend Newt Scamander, asking for help. Will it spark up old feelings?

Newt Scamander x F!Reader

My first fic with him, so I apologize if it’s bad but for the release of Hogwart’s Legacy, I felt the need to try💖

He hasn’t seen or heard from you in years. Ever since you guys left Hogwarts, contact with each other kind of faded. You’ve been busy with magical beasts, like him, going to remote locations to do so, even discovering a new one. As a Ravenclaw, he knows that your studies matter before all else, but Newt hoped that you guys would keep some sort of contact.

Of course, he could’ve sent you something, but he was too nervous.

Newt had a crush on you back when you guys were fifth years. You seem to care for creatures just like he did. He’s always wanted to say something, but he was too shy. Then you guys grew up and Newt became busy with his own work. Right now, he was back in America after his brother pulled some tough strings to allow him to travel internationally again.

“What’ll it be this time Newt?” Jacob asked his friend from behind the counter. The magizoologist was in the bakery, leaning against the counter with his case by his feet. Deep in thought, he jumped a bit at the voice.

“O-Oh...just the usual, Jacob.” Newt said while also bending down to clip shut one of the locks on his case, which flipped open for a second,

“Oh come on. But that’s so boring.” The man before him tried to push Newt to get something else, anything that he has put more time into, but the wizard wouldn’t have it.

“My usual, please.” Newt said while flashing a tiny smile. Jacob just sighed before grabbing him a blueberry muffin. He grabbed the baked good and began to unwrap when the sudden sound of something hitting the window startled both him, Jacob, and every other customer in the building. Turning around, Newt recognized your owl sliding down the glass. 

He quickly rushed outside, where your owl had come to its senses. The bird fluffed its feathers a bit as Newt offered his arm as a perch. The owl flew up there and landed, and that’s when the wizard realized there was a note tied to its leg. 

With shaky hands, he undid and read the letter...

“Newt! Where are you going?” Jacob voiced when the wizard rushed back into the bakery and grabbed his suitcase before rushing out again. Your owl has since vanished.

“I need to get to Scotland.” Newt replied, not stopping his gait. As he left the store, Jacob continued to follow, mumbling “Scotland” under his breath with a confused face. However, as he was wondering about that, Newt was already far ahead of him.

“Wait! Newt! Aren’t you gonna pay-” Jacob called out, but Newt had pulled out his wand and apparated.

“...Never mind.” He then mumbled before walking back into his bakery, trying to calm the public down while also generating loud excuses as for what just happened...

Newt landed in a forest. Based on the smell and surrounding vegetation, he would say that he reached his destination. Your letter said that you would be in this area, so he began walking. It didn’t state much besides that you had an injured creature on your hands. He didn’t know what he would be walking into, but at least his case would have everything that he might need. A small chirp in his pocket made him look down to see a dazed and confused Pickett.

“Sorry about that Pickett. Nearly there I believe.” Newt said to the bowtruckle, looking down. 

Around a half hour or so, Newt left the cover of the trees and found himself on a dirt path. Upon following it for a bit, he was led to a grassy clearing that had a broken-down wooden cabin and barn. But that wasn’t what caught his attention and stole his breath away.

An onyx-colored hippogriff was laying in front of the barn with you by its side, gently stroking its feathers.

“H-Hello Y/N...” Newt said nervously, catching your attention. You looked over at him and it stole his breath away. You were still just as beautiful as all those years ago if not more so.

“It’s good to see you again Newt.” You said softly, smiling a bit. The hippogriff next to you lifted its head, noticing the wizard. Newt set his case down and lowered his body slightly in a bow, but the hippogriff didn’t seem to care as it got to its feet and hissed at him.

“Oswald! Stop!” You shouted at the beast as he clawed at the ground. Newt bowed even more in hopes it would appease the hippogriff and keep it from attacking, remaining calm as he did so. 

But as the hippogriff spread open his wings to show dominance, he squawked in pain before falling back to his feet, where you began to pet him again.

“What happened to him?” Newt asked, concern for your beast overtaking any nervousness he has around you. Upon further inspection, he realized that the hippogriff’s left wing was bent awkwardly. You scootched a bit so he could crouch down next to you.

Close to you.

“He likes to fly, but I can’t always be with him. One time when he went out, he didn’t return for a while. Finally came back, but on foot. I noticed the wing and how his behavior changed each time I touched it.” You explained to him, keeping Oswald calm as Newt examined it. Your hippogriff seemed to calm down, sensing now that you trust this man to help him.

“I’m not to good with injured beasts, especially wings, I thought that you would know what to do...and I knew it would be nice to see you again.” You said with a smile, petting Oswald’s flank as the hippogriff shut his eyes. Newt nearly stopped breathing at your words but managed to compose himself for the sake of the injured creature in front of him.

“Yes, me too, I also am...I mean, I do know how to help him.” Newt struggled with his words, causing you to giggle a bit and his face to flush red.

A bit of prodding and beak-snapping later, Newt managed to secure and set your hippogriff’s wing. Give him around a month or more, and he’ll be back up in the skies in no time. A broken wing was indeed the culprit.

“Oswald...is he yours?” Newt asked as he watched the hippogriff sniff and bite at the work that was done on his wing. You were shoving his head away each time but nodded to answer the question.

“I saved his life and in turn...he saved mine.” It was all that you told him, and Newt didn’t pry. He knows that look in your eyes because he’s had it himself. Oswald was taken by poachers, probably like some other hippogriffs that weren’t so lucky. Newt didn’t even want to imagine what he looked like before you saved him.

Perhaps you could tell him the full story some other time.

“Anyway, what’s been up with you?” Your tone changed from one of sad to one of joy, and the smile was back on your face. Newt has been waiting for a chance to catch up with you, and here it was. He told you all about his travels, America, and so forth. All the creatures he discovered, Pickett popping out to say hello at this point, making you giggle. In turn, you’ve told him how busy you’ve been exploring and studying creatures. He was eager to hear about the new creature you discovered. Tanukisunes (created by yours truly), name meaning something along the lines of “tricksters”, which resembled foxes with multiple tails while having beautiful navy blue fur. Apparently, they like to trick travelers and steal their belongings, guiding them off the path until they are utterly lost. But they aren’t cruel, guiding the lost traveler back to their path after they’ve had their fun-granted, with some items missing.

“Sounds like they’d get along well with my niffler.” Newt said and you laughed, nodding. The two of you then watched Oswald, who has now gotten on his feet, eyeing the both of you, but Newt in particular, this stranger who you seemed to trust.

You guys watched as the hippogriff took a couple steps forward. Ready to intervene, you stood up, Newt mimicking your actions. However, Oswald did something you weren’t expecting.

He bowed.

“It seems Oswald has taken a liking to you after all. Trusts you as much as I do.” You said softly to Newt, causing the wizard to smile to himself at your words. He seemed to shift on his weight as your hippogriff got to his feet. Newt was nervous about something he was going to ask.

“I-I’m happy to hear that about Oswald because...” He hesitated a bit, swallowing nervously.

“Yes?” You urged him gently. Oswald walked over and nudged his shoulder, encouraging the wizard slightly. Pickett poked his head out and began to chatter incoherently, trying to persuade Newt to speak up. He was grateful for the creatures, feeling comfort from their actions.

“Because it’s not safe out here, and...I think it would be best for me to keep an eye on Oswald...j-just until his wing heals so...maybe you could come with me? There’s room.” Newt offered before gesturing towards his case. He was expecting you to hesitate before saying you were too busy, but you just smiled.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make any woman’s heart soar. Pickett chattered in delight, causing you to give him an odd look with a smile. Newt covered up the bowtruckle and gently shoved him back in his pocket. Oswald nuzzled you and you pet his beak in response. 

“You’re very sweet, you know that?” You told him with a blush on your face.

“It’s because of you Y/N...always.” Newt told you, smiling softly. Oswald gave you guys looks before swishing his tail a bit, wanting to get on his merry way with you guys. So, Newt opened his case, and the hippogriff took a running leap into it, disappearing inside the larger space hidden within. Relief went in you to know he was safe now.

“After you.” He said politely.

“Such a gentleman.” You teased lightly before going into the case. However, before you disappeared entirely, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered lovingly, and then you went in, the case clicking shut behind you. 

Newt was glad you vanished because you missed the lovestruck smile that he couldn’t wipe off his face. And knowing that you might care for him back made him a bit giddy. However, he was mostly relieved to know that you and your hippogriff were safe and sound with him. It was creatures that introduced you guys to each other, and now it was creatures that brought you together again. In the end, maybe creatures will bring you guys together for good.

But for now, Newt knows he has to return to America, with you in tow this time.

He still has to pay Jacob for that muffin.

#fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts imagines #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine

[magicalqueennightmare]

Closer

(Eventual) Elijah Mikaelson x Reader

Elijah brings a doctor to you and once you're cleared uses his blood to heal you. Both of you are coming closer to the realization that there is something forming between you.

You heard the door of your apartment opened and knew it was Elijah even before he called your name lightly. You sat up slowly in the bed, smoothing a hand over your hair as your eyes met his. An older looking man walked in behind him looking curiously at you “This our patient?” The man asked and Elijah nodded “Give me moment to give her some assistance out of the bed then you can do a quick examination”

The doctor motioned to the door “I'll step out. Just let me know when she's ready” the moment the door closed Elijah let a small smile slip onto his face “May I help you?” You nodded slowly “I need to brush my hair at least. I can only imagine just how bad I look right now”

He was to your side in a heartbeat. Even after being a hunter for as long as you had been and for being Rebekah's friend this long vampire speed still threw you off at times. He held out the hairbrush from your nightstand. “Believe me regardless of bruises you are beautiful” you could feel your cheeks warm from his words as you dropped your gaze and the realization that you couldn't lift your arms high enough to brush your hair only made them warm worse.

“I can't brush my hair” you whispered slowly, meeting his eyes again. He laid the brush down then said “Let me help you to your feet then we'll take care of that next” you moved the blanket off your legs and reached for his outstretched arm “This is embarrassing. I haven't been hurt like this in years”

He braced your body as you slowly stood then caught your eyes “You have nothing to be embarrassed of” you smiled and whispered a thank you. He nodded then gently turned your body so your back was to him. You heard him pick up the brush a half second before he gently began working it through your hair.

In no time your hair was untangled and laying around your shoulders. When you shot him a questioning look he smiled “Rebekah has always had long hair, even as a child” the thought of Elijah doing Rebekah's hair made your heart do a flip. After a moment he nodded to the door “I'll retrieve the doctor. Once I'm sure you have no internal damage I ask you let me help you heal your injuries”

You knew what he was asking. Vampiric blood held regenerative properties. Meaning it'd heal you within minutes. You hadn't wanted that, as stubborn as if sounded this was very much a human problem, one you needed to deal with on your own. “I don't want to take anything else from your family Elijah. I refuse to be a burden on anyone” he shook his head “Foolishness. You could never be a burden. Now do you want me in here while the doctor examines you?”

Did you want Elijah seeing you nearly bare? The thought made your heart race like a pack of rogue werewolves was on your ass. However you didn't know this doctor and the thought of being alone around someone you didn't know especially while you were hurt? You would take Elijah any day. “Please stay”

He smiled “Of course”

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“I need to see” the doctor who'd introduced himself as David Campbell motioned to your hoodie. You nodded and reached to take it off but grimaced so Elijah's hands came to cover yours “May I?” You nodded so he slipped the soft material up over your head.

You held Elijah's gaze as David went over the massive bruises covering your body. You could see the beast lurking beneath the surface in Elijah's eyes only worsening with every injury David noted. Especially when he remarked how badly burnt your lower back was from the tazer.

When he reached to touch the burn you hissed in pain and absent-mindedly reached for Elijah who stepped closer to you with no hesitation letting you rest your head against his chest. “Shit that hurts” you mumbled against his shirt.

After a moment David made a clicking noise with his teeth then said “All in all Mister Mikaelson I must say your girl is a strong one. She has a few broken bones but no internal bleeding and from the looks of it no permanent nerve damage. It could've been a lot worse”

You ignored being called Elijah's girl to ask if you could put your hoodie back on. David said it was fine so Elijah slipped it over your head. “Sit down sweetheart. I'm going to see Doctor Campbell out then we'll talk” Sweetheart? Was he playing up David's assumption? Because hearing him say that made you freeze dead in your movements even if it had just been for a moment before you nodded and sat back down on the bed.

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You watched him walk Doctor Campbell to the door and saw a relatively large wad of cash pass hands before the door was closing and Elijah was standing in front of you. “Do you agree to let me heal you?” You nodded slowly even if the idea of ingesting blood turned your stomach. “You could just leave me to heal on my own”

He shook his head “It would take you weeks or better to heal. You need to be back at full capacity as quickly as possible” you watched in silence as he took off his jacket and unbuttoned his left sleeve before rolling it up.

There was something a little overly intimate about the moment as you held his gaze while he pulled his arm up to his mouth. You saw just a hint of his fangs before they tore into the flesh of his arm, a small trail of blood running down it. He used his right hand to cup your face before holding the left arm to your mouth “Drink until I say you've had enough”

You raised an eyebrow “Normally I only like getting bossed around in bed but since you asked so nicely I'll let it go this time” he chuckled darkly “I'll remember that for a different time” you ignored the implications of his words and took a deep breath before leaning up to his arm.

The taste of the blood hit your throat and you nearly pulled away but he held you in place “Drink” was the simple command he gave and you felt your heart flip even as more blood split into your mouth. Why did he have to have this effect on you? Especially in a moment like this?

After what felt like an eternity he pulled his arm away and wiped a thumb across your lower lip, collecting the blood that had slipped from your mouth. “That should be enough. You're going to be tired but when you wake up you should be healed”

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Elijah wasn't sure what was becoming of his heart. He was letting you get under his skin, he was letting you past walls he'd long since built.

Seeing you injured had angered him beyond belief. If only you'd give him the name of those responsible he'd ensure they were never capable of causing anyone harm ever again.

From you asking him to stay with you during your examination to you reaching for him, seeking comfort from your pain, he knew he'd do anything you asked of him.

Why Rebekah had been drawn to you was achingly clear. You were a strong woman, unwilling to cower from a fight and you feared being a burden to anyone by asking for help.

When he'd ordered you to drink from his arm and you'd replied that you normally only liked getting bossed around in bed his mind had flashed to images of you, underneath him.

Your body no longer bruised and burnt from your attack, skin unblemished and him allowed to take his time to discover every inch of you. Your hands clinging to his shoulders and your body warm around him. What he wouldn't give for the opportunity to show you just how enjoyable true passion could be.

Once he was sure you'd ingested enough blood for your injuries to be healed he pulled his arm away. Your eyes were large and nearly glossy as you watched his movements especially when he used his thumb to collect the drop of blood that had dripped free to stain your lips “That should be enough. You're going to be tired but when you wake up you should be healed”

You nodded sleepily. “Thank you Elijah” His right hand was still cupping your face and he rubbed his thumb lightly against your cheek before pulling away “Rest. Rebekah or I will be here when you wake up. Then you're going to tell Niklaus and I who was responsible for this attack”

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You knew Elijah would push about who was behind the attack. It wasn't his fight, hunters were being targeted that meant it was solely in your corner. You could handle it. When you didn't reply he shook his head “You'll come to realize I have many years of learning patience. You will tell me eventually and I will make them regret the day they decided to place a finger on you”

One Question Answered

#elijah mikaelson fic #elijah mikaelson fanfiction #elijah mikaelson x y/n #elijah mikaelson x reader #the originals fanfiction

[seniaasaysstuff]

𝐁𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲💓 || 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐱 𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐤𝐚𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (reupload)

a/n- reader gets isekaied and plops right onto sukuna’s lap. it’s heian era! And sukuna is at the height of his power. Hilarious interaction between them. How is sukuna going to deal with a genz reader? read and find out for yourself🤭

pure crack?? I don't know what I was smoking while writing this Imao. Do we need a part two?? orrrr

"Oi wake up," the man ordered as he lightly pulled your cheek. "What the fuck dude? Let me sleep," you mumbled and snuggled into the pillow. It felt pretty comfortable and you didn't want to wake up.

"Who are you calling dude? You dumb woman get up right now," The man demanded in a rude voice.

"Bro shut up you're annoying," you rasped as you hid your face in the 'pillow.

"This-this girl! So impudent! Do you know am? Do you want to die?" The person yelled loudly.

You whined and opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and stretched your body. Your bleary eyes gazed at the figure looming over you.

"Is the sleeping beast finally up?" The man sneered.

"Isn't that supposed to be sleeping beauty?" you let out a yawn as you spoke.

He snorted, "By any chance did you mean you're a beauty? Delusional beast."

The person oddly sounded like one of your favorite anime characters. You squinted your eyes and noticed that he had the same markings and the wooden half of his face as Ryomen Sukuna from the Jujutsu kaisen.

Sukuna pushed you off his lap and looked at you with disgust. You took it as an opportunity to admire him. He was sitting on a fancy throne. One pair of his arms were crossed over his chest.

"Yo, am I trippin' or what?" You blurted out.

"Damn! You look hotter in real life," You whistled as you eyed the man.

"Where else have you seen me?" Sukuna glared at you.

"In my dreams Daddy," You shot him a flirty wink. "Do you know how to speak woman?" Sukuna scoffed with a look of disdain in his eyes.

"Yo! Are you really Sukuna?" you asked in excitement. "So what if I am?" he narrowed his eyes at you. "Well, I've been curious bout something. Do you really have two dicks?" You looked at him curiously.

Sukuna pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a hysterical laugh.

“This is the first time I've been asked this. What the fuck is wrong with this lady?" Sukuna muttered under his breath.

"Hey! I can hear you asshole," you cried out. "It was meant to be heard, dumb woman," Sukuna grunted. "Okay, motherfucker. Stop calling me dumb or else I'm going to throw hands," you exclaimed in anger. "Huh? You want to cut off your hands and throw them?" Sukuna looked dumbfounded.

You burst out laughing. "Pfft, you old old wrinkly pruney old man," you wheezed.

"I have killed people for less you idiot girl. Who are you calling a wrinkly pruney old man? It seems like you love the idea of courting death." Sukuna was enraged. How dare a filthy woman call him old? He was literally in his prime.

“C-court-ing death pffft you old man.” You had tears in your eyes and your stomach hurt after laughing so much.

“What's wrong with what I said?” Sukuna grumbled.

“I think I should call you grandpa instead of daddy,” you wheezed again. It seems as if you were on crack cocaine just like gege in his recent chapters.

“What a fucking menace.” Sukuna crudely thought. After you sobered up you walked towards sukuna and hugged his leg, sukuna tried to kick you off but you stuck to him like glue. “I'm sorry for what I said sukuna. You were my favorite in the anime and manga though at times your fraudulent behavior made me rage.” (fraudkuna; the king of frauds)

you took a breath and continued to rant. “I mean like did you really have to possess Megumi? My poor baby. And what the fuck was up with the fight with Gojo? You weren't slick at all. Everyone hates you so much now. Like everyone’s calling you fraudkuna and shit. It was such a bitch move to use my emo gumi.” you squinted your eyes at him angrily. “I still like you so you should compensate me hmph.” you huffed.

“Your dicks would be enough for compensation? Noo wait! Your tongue on your stomach needs to be used as well.” you rambled. Sukuna patted your head, he looked very confused but understood some of what you were rambling. "So what l'm hearing is that my future self is a dumbass and you wanna get fucked by me?" Sukuna asked.

You shrugged, "Yeah that sums it up."

Sukuna burst out laughing. "Damn brat didn't know you were a kinky one." "Oh you're in for a treat," You winked at Sukuna.

"Kuna bro I forgot to ask but where are we?" You asked with a look of curiosity. "In my throne room." Sukuna curtly replied. You whistled.

"Give me a house tour? Pretty please" You batted your lashes at him. Sukuna tried to ignore you but you kept staring at him. It took him five minutes to give in. "Fine. Get up brat I”lI show you around." He grumbled and took you around the entire estate.

#jujutsu kaisen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna x reader #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna ryomen x you #ryoumen sukuna x reader

[starberry-cupcake]

Alrighty, here we are again

previously, in harrowcita the ninth:

this happened

currently, after ch. 2 (once again, I wanted to read more but realized these notes were too long):

first off, I need to point out something very important

reading the first part of gideon, this was how the dynamic of her and harrow felt like, from gideon's pv in the first chapter or two

this is what it actually was like, now that I have harrow's pv

so, now that we've cleared that up, let me tell you about the emperor

I don't know about this guy

something's not adding up for me

I feel like he's either lying, telling half-truths that benefit him or he doesn't know what he's doing

and none of those options are very god-tier

he's also constantly going like "harrow, I'm gonna let you choose" and five minutes later he's "oh, actually, you never had a choice to begin with, I'm so sorry about that"

I don't think you're sorry if you've done it like 3 times since we've met you

maybe say what you actually mean, unless you're full of lies

he takes harrow on a walk through the clown death star ship he's got going on

and takes her to his coffin hangar

shows her coffins of the people he made to send to the ninth

the new ninth people

aiglamene is gonna have to work overtime

(I can't believe I've never forgotten her name)

and then there's coffins for all the little friends we made in canaan house

:) ♥

except there are a bunch missing people

let me just note the info we got

the second says "no human remains inside"

last we saw them, martita was KO and judith was bleeding to death

nobody from the third as well, and we already have suspicions about wtf is happening with these parsley and cilantro twins

from the sixth, one is empty because CAMILLA ISN'T DEAD GODDAMMIT

the other one has little pieces of palmolive in it

me picking up the pieces of palmolive from the decor of canaan house

there is one coffin for not!dulcinea

the emperor guy says he's taking her with the other lyctors

as long as he flushes afterwards, it's fine

we are, by the way, trying very hard to not mention gideon ever, apparently

just wanna point out real quick that THERE'S A LOT OF PEOPLE UNACCOUNTED FOR and this guy is GOD so he's doing a terrible job

or he's not saying all he knows

or both

all this time, ice cube barbie is tagging along

ice cube barbie is harrow's babadook, which I stan tbh

since she's here to stay, let me show you another pic of that doll because it's my favorite from the haunted beauty collection

so, the emperor starts telling harrow what they're fighting against (or escaping from) and where they came from

this man explains what he wants and leaves out what he wants

at one point, when harrow asks something like "how will you explain all the dead people?" he goes like

he asks harrow about death and the process of it and she says, at one point:

"In cases of apopneumatic shock, where death is sudden and violent, the energy burst can be sufficient to countermand osmotic pressure and leave the soul temporarily isolated. Whence we gain the ghost, and the revenant."

this is important for the later conversation about revenant beasts, which are the things that the emperor is having trouble with

but I highlighted it because I am adding it to my notes of "reasons why gideon could be not dead forever"

I am holding on to all the hope I can get

because if sudden violent death can leave the soul temporarily isolated and not do the due process of transitioning to the river or whatnot

and gideon isn't within harrow or whatever

maybe

maybe she's somewhere else

I don't know, let me have this, don't tell me anything, just

LET ME HAVE THIS

so yeah, basically the story is that the emperor is running away from nine revenant beasts, which were created during the resurrection, when a planet was blasted off

nine beasts like nine houses

there's three left now

I don't know about all of this, you guys

I don't have enough context and I don't trust this guy here

how do I know where we stand in all this?

what if he's not the good guy and what he did was some planetary bullshit to begin with?

what if the other side is the good guys?

what if he's killed by one of our heroes? like harrow or gideon or camilla?

because he's actually a false god jerk?

what if I kill him????

and then we have two last important things

first, barbie ice cube speaks now

love that for her

then, very crucial

the non-gideon mentioning seems to be a Thing

I don't know if I'm understanding correctly but

the emperor mentions ortus

ortus, the one we knew, our old pal from the ninth

and I got the feeling, idk if I got it, that he just assumed ortus was the cavalier she had with her

because 1) he didn't go down there and 2) no body was recovered

and then harrow also mentions ortus, but she says he "died thinking it was the only gift he was capable of giving" and that she "wasted it" and idk if she did that because she's blocking sad memories, she's confused because she's Not Doing Great Mentally Right Now, she doesn't wanna tell the emperor what actually happened, or all three

there's stuff about ortus I don't know, but that sounds to me more like what gideon said than what ortus "Got Blown To Bits With Mom In Ship" did

and then the emperor says his name again with suspicion and I'm like

I think this clown doesn't know

I think he doesn't know about gideon

I think he doesn't know about gideon or who gideon actually is

which we don't know yet either but it's probably important

because she's hercules, as previously established

I think maybe gideon is an outlier

an important planetary outlier

I have hopes

also, another day without camilla

god (not this one) I hope I can make shorter recaps but there's so much happening, I'm so sorry

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #long post #the locked tomb

[thetempleofthemasaigoddess]

How I long for the time, when your lips would kiss mine

Mihawk x reader.

Title is an excerpt from Blind and Frozen by Beast in Black (again).

This brief fic is the conclusion of a story that started with Built a haven for your love (until I let you fall apart) and continued with (and if nothing brings you back) Surely, I'll roam through life in black.

*****

Three months later.

You smile, more satisfied than greedy, as Vice-Admiral Garp slids a parcel across his desk, close enough to let you take it.

"Thirteen million berries, including the bounty you were owed since last year." he explains as you lift the parcel to stash it in your satchel, without bothering to open it to count the bills neatly stacked inside: you know you can trust the Navy - regarding the money you are due even if not about everything else "Don't take it the wrong way, (name), but I was surprised you had decided to take on this assignment: it is quite a bit below your usual level."

"I am aware. I have been... in poor health, which is why you haven't seen me in a while, and I wanted something simple to make sure I had gotten back to full fitness. From now on I'll be only taking on level three bounties, as usual."

Garp nods, promising to call you when your services will be required. "Got plans for tonight?" he idly adds, leaning back in his chair as he observes you rising from yours.

"I am flattered, Vice-Admiral, but I never mix business and pleasure."

"That was not what I meant. I was simply wondering if there was a reason why a certain man who never spends a minute more than he has to here at our HQ has been sitting in the waiting room for almost two hours twiddling his thumbs."

The mental image makes a smile blossom on your lips; you don't bother trying to deny it, since it would be clearly pointless. "Figuratively, I imagine."

"Probably. Still..."

"Still, thank you for your time. I'll see you soon, Vice-Admiral."

Garp laughs; he seems to find the whole matter highly amusing, which means it is probably a good thing he is discussing it with you and not with the other interested party.

"He was very worried about you; I could feel it in his voice." he suddenly adds, almost as an afterthought.

Mihawk is alone in the room most of your (less memorable, but still dear to your heart) meetings have taken place in, an half-empty glass of red wine in front of him. He is perfectly still, sitting and apparently lost in his thoughts, but the moment you appear at the door he turns to look at you, relief evident in his gaze... or maybe, just maybe, it is you who are able to perceive it.

A simple, inscrutable smile is the only answer he receives, and a moment later you have left his office and are walking down the corridor toward the room Garp mentioned.

"Hello."

He reaches you at the door a moment later, Yoru hanging from on his shoulders, and for a moment you remain face to face, silent as you simply relish being in each other's presence once more. His hand brushes against yours; holding back from hugging him is the hardest thing you have ever had to do.

You happily follow him when Mihawk suggests you go outside to talk, but once you have reached the plaza facing the Marine HQ neither feels the need to actually speak; night is falling, a beautiful sunset painting the sky of a hundred shades of red.

"Has your leg healed?" he asks after a while, as you unhurriedly walk down the pier, the salt-laden air making you feel at home; after all, you were born on an island.

"Perfectly, thank all the Gods. And I took down the pirate i was sent to kill in two days, which means I haven't gotten rusty despite fifteen months of indolence." you happily inform him "I have started with something easy, so as not to overexert myself, but I am tired of sitting around doing nothing; I am ready to get back to business."

"That is good to hear."

You smile, finally taking his hand. "I have missed you." you murmur; it is easy, even pleasant, to utter those words, because no matter how usually strict Mihawk is in judging others, you know you don't need to hide from him, not even the most fragile, most painful part of you "I am so sorry I never called or wrote, I... I needed to be alone. To come to terms with what I had discovered."

"I know, (name). I am not crossed, and..."

"And?"

He sighs; for a moment you simply know he wants to ask whether those three months actually helped, if your heart healed along with your leg or the pain of knowing you will never be a mother, never raise the children you have wanted for nine years, is still part of you, slowly gnawing at your heart like waves gradually wearing away the sturdiest rock. If he did, you are not sure what answer you would give, because you don't have one for yourself. Rationally, you know the passing of time will help, at least a little, and since you have always thought suicide is not the answer you can't help moving on, or at least going on, by inertia if nothing else, and the occasional moment, hour, or even day, of sadness and complete despair doesn't prevent you from cherishing the small and great joys life still throws your way, from the gentle, protective hug of your mother to the pleasure of seeing your bullet, shot from half a mile away, hit the bullseye in the middle of the target's skull... to being finally back in the presence of the man you have never stopped thinking about, even though you had forbidden yourself from using him as an incentive to get back to what you had been. You don't want to be the sort of person who needs her loved one's affection to carry on; you want to be better than that, for yourself first of all and for him as well.

"It is good to see you." Mihawk says after a while; he can't read your mind (or at least, you have no reason to suspect he can; on the other hand, you wouldn't be too surprised...) but you could swear he knows what you are thinking, what you are feeling, or maybe he simply has the gift to say what the person in front of him needs to hear "I have missed you. Again."

"I'm sorry..."

"You don't need to apologize. I just meant..."

"I know, Mihawk. And... I feel the same."

Silence falls between the two of you, and while it is not uncomfortable or tense, as usual when you are with Mihawk, you perceive you can't simply enjoy it as you let time pass you by. You have already wasted so much of it, fifteen months after your first night together (a night thinking back to which makes you still shiver in such a pleasant way; a night that was the beginning of something marvelous, even if not what you hoped) and three after you had quietly confessed to each other you both wanted to be more than simple acquaintances and drinking buddies. You are still young, and rushing things rarely helps, at least when feelings are concerned; but as you said, you have been idle for so long, and you want, you need, to regain control of your life.

"A new restaurant has just opened not far from here; it is pretty good, I am told." you mention after a moment, suddenly thinking back to Garp's conjectures "Would you let me buy you dinner?"

Mihawk grimaces. "I'd be more than happy to dine with you, but you have to let me take the bill."

"I have earned thirteen million berries twenty minutes ago. I think I can afford a dinner for two." you point out, relieved that scowl was not due to the prospect of spending the evening with you.

"That changes nothing. I would have imagined a noblewoman would have been keen on respecting traditions."

You smile; Gods, you are so happy to see him your heart is singing. "Then..." you begin, lowering your voice to an intimate murmur as you take both of his hands in yours, the distance between your bodies reduced to a breath "What if I let you pay for the dinner, and then I take care of dessert? In my inn room?"

Mihawk sighs, his usual serious demeanor betraying his actual feelings: amusement, and relief, and desire. "I suppose an after-dinner drink wouldn't hurt."

"Great."

He kisses you - on the forehead, since you're still in public; when you raise your eyes to his, you can see him smile. "Let's go, then."

The descending night hides you in its dark mantle as you set off along the pier, your fingers still interwined.

#One Piece #One Piece Live Action #OPLA #Dracule Mihawk #Mihawk #Dracule Mihawk x reader #Mihawk x reader #Steven John Ward #Bellona's stuff

[midniiights-garden]

A Porcelain Doll and a Blade [2] - Mizu x Fem!Reader

Summary: The Beauty has a temper and the Beast is unwilling to deal with it. When morning shines upon them the Beast does not transform into a beautiful woman (she already is one). But the Beauty does somehow get more hostile.

Possible TWs!!: A lot of swearing, sexisim, threats of violence, canon typically bloodshed, a little bit suggestive?

Morning comes. You do not feel any better.

With a grunt you turn in your small futon, your eyes squinting in the harsh light of day. Much to your luck the sun is shining straight into your eyes, causing you to be even more irritated.

On the otherside of the room Mizu is already awake, dressing herself. Of course, considering that she was in disguise she usually took little to nothing off of her whilst she slept- just her plain kasa, her cloak and her haori. Everything else she kept on her. Upon hearing your disgruntled noise she turns to your direction, raising her eyebrow. And you, sensing her gaze, respond back.

"...what the fuck are you looking at?" You growl, your voice still raspy with sleep. Mizu has to fight back a chuckle. You look utterly ridiculous right now. Your dark hair is a mess, equally dark circles underneath your eyes and a prominent scowl on your face. You were almost as bad as she was. However, Mizu manages to control herself. She doesn't feel like fighting a brat like you first thing in the morning.

Unfortunately, you already took offense to her silence and so, with combination of pent up frustration and irritation you come up to her, poking her chest.

"Could you quit that?" You hiss, trying not to completely lose your cool. "If you're going to stare you could at least speak to me like a normal human being."

Mizu is yet again stunned by you. This was the second time you, with no hesitation, proceeded to approach her first. Not only that, approach her with the intent to argue with her. Even if she was a woman as well it wasn't often she saw another woman, much less one as small as you, be willing to pick arguements with someone who presented as a man.

So, she responds.

"I have nothing to say to you," she says, rolling her eyes.

You do not take this well.

"If you have nothing to say to me then do me a favour and keep your eyes to yourself," you hiss, yet again trying to calm yourself down. God, you really wanted to walk out into the cold right now. Something you had never wanted to do before.

Mizu just scoffs at your response.

"The world doesn't revolve around your whims," she says.

"You're right, for once," you respond snarkily. "It doesn't. But you needn't stare at me for as long as you have."

Your response has Mizu both amused and irritated yet again.

"Am I meant to not look at you?"

"No," you spit. "You're meant to not stare at me. They're two different things."

The arguement goes on for a while, clearly not going anywhere. You have half a mind to deck this weirdly attractive stranger in the face. Unfortunately for you, Mizu seems to have gotten tired as well. So, she lunges at you, pinning you to the floor in the hopes of scaring you enough to get you to shut up. You do not, in fact, shut up. In fact, this seems to only fuel your already raging temper.

The both of you toss each other around along the floor, each one not wanting to give up. Internally, Mizu was scolding herself for getting into such a petty scuffle. It was unlike her to do so but something about you just intruiged yet pissed her off in a way no one else had managed to do. The fact that you were putting up a decent fight did not help her lose interest in you.

It takes a good ten to fifteen minutes of scuffling before you run out of stamina. Although you managed to hold up decently against the blue eyed stranger your stamina was weak in comparison, leaving you struggling and out of breath beneath her. Your breath his ragged and so is hers, not as much but still noticeable. The both of you lay there, Mizu pinning you down to the now messy floor as she tries to actually justify why she had attacked you. You were left staring at each other, not really remembering why you were fighting in the first place.

You sigh, finally calming down enough after the fight to speak without wanting to rip Mizu's face off.

"...truce," you mutter, squirming a bit under her piercing gaze.

"...truce?" She asks, wondering where your initial spite had gone.

"Yes, truce. Are you deaf?" You ask dryly.

Oh. There it was.

You continue. "I know a losing battle when I see one. You've won this round."

Mizu is speechless. This weird little stranger can admit defeat so gracefully? Without throwing a hissy fit? She just stares down at you, not really understanding.

"I... so... you admit you were wrong?" She asks you.

"No. I was not wrong. I am admitting that the physical scuffle was immature of me to indulge in and we should quit this. We both look stupid."

Your blunt response actually gets a chuckle out of Mizu and she finally gets off of you.

Oddly enough you miss the stranger's warmth.

~~

(A/N: AAAANNDDDD that's it for tonight. I am trying not to make the MC too mean or bratty 😭😭. Like, I want her to be understandbly irritated but also like... reasonable? yknow?? idk if that makes sense. also i may or may not just be too tired to continue writing for today. As usual, any feedback or other requests are welcome!! thank you for reading darlings <3)

#mizu blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai #i love women #mizu #wlw #i love fictional characters #mizu x reader #mizu come home the kids miss you #x reader #mizu x you #x fem!reader #fem! reader #i love the traumatized sword lady

[1dmonthlyficroundup]

— 1D Monthly Fic Roundup —

Hi, and welcome to the 1D Monthly Fic Roundup for March 2024! Below you’ll find 1D fics that were all published this month. We hope you’ll check out these new fics! If you would like to submit your own fic, please check this post on how to submit or visit our blog @1dmonthlyficroundup​. You can find all our other posts here.

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＊ Why Don’t We Start Writing The Story Of Us by red_panda28 / @red-pandaaa [T, 6k, Louis/Harry]

Immediately after the words left his mouth, Louis wanted to face palm himself. Nerves always brought out joking as a deflection technique, it was almost an instinct.

Harry only looked up long enough to reply with a flat, “no,” before turning back to his book.

“Alright,” Louis said, rocking forward on the balls of his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’ll, uh… leave you to it.”

OR Alpha Louis and Omega Harry get off on the wrong foot, Louis has the worst timing, and Harry believes in second chances. Three times Louis asks Harry on a date and the one time Harry accepts

＊ The Room Thief by @2tiedships2 [NR, 12k, Harry/Louis]

Louis: Can I come over? Need your help.

Niall: Did someone die? I don’t need to help you bury a body do I? Wait, did you behead one of your alpha flatmates? I hope it was the one that smells like cherries. That is such a weird scent for an alpha. It’s disturbing. And I can’t even smell it.

Louis: I’ve just been kicked out. Can I crash on your couch?

Niall: Zayn’s in class. I’m here so get over here NOW.

Louis: Thanks mate. Gonna pack a few things and will head over. Be there in about a half hour.

When Louis comes home and is confronted by his knothead alpha flatmates, he knows it won’t result in anything good, but he didn’t expect to be left homeless, effective immediately. He definitely didn’t expect to fall for the specific knothead who stole his room.

＊ Half Agony, Half Hope by asphodelknox / @iamasphodelknox [E, 33k+, wip, Louis/Harry]

Harry had never believed the rumors of the beast at the manor on the hill. They sounded like something from Twilight or an old Hollywood horror film, a beautiful man who turned into a beast once a month and killed anyone who was unlucky enough to be stuck on the manor’s grounds.

Yeah, right. The manor was probably just creepy and old. Besides, it’s not like he had anything else to do.

Harry's had enough of his shit year. Had enough of his shit ex and the fact that he graduated from university with no idea what to do next or what to do with the grief. Ed dares him to spend a month at the crumbling Tomlinson manor, and Harry goes cause what else do you do when your life's fallen apart?

It's not really haunted anyway... is it?

＊ when the time is right by refusethyname / @refusethyname28 [E, 146k, Harry/Louis]

“Do you live in the cabin by yourself?” Louis then decided to ask.

“I do, well sort of, I have a cat.”

“A cat?” Louis then asked and Harry nodded happily.

“She’s a precious thing, but she always leaves me for this one customer who is staying at one of the cabins. His name is Tomlin-something, I can’t really recall,” Harry said, causing Louis to chuckle this time. The singer shook his head at Harry’s comment and smiled brightly at him. Harry was truly something else and Louis’ heart fluttered.

“He sounds like an absolute arse if he steals your cat,” Louis chuckled and Harry shook his head at that.

“On the contrary, he is extremely thoughtful, didn’t even mind it too much when I spilled my hot tea over him, how is your stomach by the way?” Harry then asked.

“If this is your way of trying to get me to undress again,” Louis joked and Harry’s cheeks grew bright red. The younger man started stammering some incoherent things and quickly averted his gaze, which Louis thought was absolutely adorable.

Or the cabin fic where falling in love underneath the northern lights only leads to heartbreak.

＊ I Found the Earth (Not Leaving Now) by mmaree / @zqua1d [M, 34k, Zayn/Liam]

Liam watches the ball of light as it traces the sky then starts to dip below the tree-line. It’s larger than any shooting star he has ever seen before.

He makes a wish.

Alien Zayn + Human Liam | A love story inspired by the song “If I Got You”

＊ Your hand in my hand, so still and discreet by flamboyo / @riverswater [E, 4k, Louis/Harry]

“It was about how cold he was under me. How still. It was knowing that even if he had died, even if he was already dead, he would still be mine.”

Louis thought he knew each one of his boyfriend’s stories, secrets, and kinks. Turns out Harry was keeping a crucial one hidden away.

＊ Scared That My Worst is the Best That I’ve Got by LetTheMusicMoveYou / @letthemusicmoveyou28 [M, 5k, Harry/Louis]

So while Louis’ proposition is preposterous, it’s also the only compromise his brain seems willing to make at the moment.

Harry slowly raises his head to look at Louis. He’s standing on the other side of the kitchen, elbow resting casually on the edge of the counter next to the sink. His expression is soft and patient, and there’s delicate morning sunlight streaming through the kitchen windows behind him, setting his outlined silhouette aglow. He looks like an angel.

An angel in an old oversized adidas jumper with tattoos on his knuckles, but an angel all the same.

Harry’s voice comes out mumbled and much smaller than he’d like, but it is what it is. As Louis always says.

“Just shampoo?”

(Or five times Louis saves Harry from himself, and one time when Louis is the one that needs the saving).

＊ I’ll tell you something (I hope you’ll understand) by yeah_alright / @uhoh-but-yeah-alright [E, 2k, Louis/Harry]

Louis insists that Harry stay off her phone and in the safety of Louis' room rather than risk moping in her own texting her ex-boyfriend. When Harry agrees on one condition, Louis' safe night in could become something else entirely.

＊ sunshine, baby! by staybeautiful / @harruandlou [E, 106k, Harry/Louis]

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.

He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.

“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”

He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

- Podfics -

＊ Truth or Drink by @kingsofeverything read by @podfic-pals [M, 6k, Louis/Harry]

Truth or Drink | Exes

Harry and Louis broke up years ago, and they're seeing each other again for the first time to play Truth or Drink. On camera.

#28th appreciation #hlcreators #hljournal #hltracks #trackinghome #trackinghappily #tracksintheam #1dficvillage #1dsource

[h2llish]

【╰ヾ❝ FROM ME TO YOU ✧„

ROOK HUNT ─── where ink will say what they couldn't ☆ a little bit of angst, gender neutral, reader is gone but it's not specified whether they went home or died so interpret that how you wish, lowercase intended, talks about sad grim as well lol (sobs)

the old dorm felt almost empty, lifeless. the ghosts didn't bother to greet anyone who entered, their love for pranks and scaring seeming to have vanished overnight. no one has seen the dire beast that was attached to their hip in so long, some believing him to have joined his second half wherever they were now. and when asking the first years who made it a regular occurrence to visit the dorm before and after class since they've gone, the group would only look off and shrug, never giving a verbal answer.

but one student knew where the beast could be found; curled up in the middle of the bed they once slept in, hugging a glove that undoubtedly belonged to them. he knew that grim was like a depressed cat, one who curled up beside their most trusted person when they found themselves on their deathbed, but grim had no person to curl up to. he knew grim was the last to see them, the last they said goodbye too. he knew grim was heartbroken (and he was too).

it's why it was such a surprise when he found the dire beast waiting outside the dorm with the ghosts floating sadly beside him.

when grim seen him, the monster held out a letter that had his name written in the prefect's handwriting and said, "it was the last thing they gave me. i didn' wanna give it to ya 'cause it smelled like them."

and when he took it from grim, the monster turned away and entered the dorm again, tail dragging behind him and his ears pinned against his head.

and when he opened the letter, the sight of their handwriting was enough to make him sick. and the contents of the letter made him ache.

dear rook hunt,

okay, how do i say this? i like you i don't think i'll ever give this to you. i'm too much of a coward. i mean, i'm writing this instead of telling you face-to-face. but you'd probably like to get a confession letter like this from someone you liked is it me wouldn't you? so in a way, i'm not that much of a coward as i write this! i'm still a coward i just realized i say random shit ramble even when i'm writing. the more you know, right?

okay, no, this is not why i'm writing this. but i don't know how to make this seem worth reading. not that i'll ever give this to you i'll just write? and hope it makes sense.

rook, i think you're amazing. i mean, you're wonderful. i don't know how to explain it in a way that doesn't seem like i'm just saying this. but you are.

you're really odd, but i like that about you. i know that whenever i need you, you'll be there, and i hope you know it's the same for me. i want to be there for you. for everything. for the times you visit another fan meet for neige, or when we meet up after classes. and during the good days and the bad. i want to know everything about you, all of you.

every time you compliment me, i get so flustered and i want to say all that back to you and more, but i always chicken out. told you i'm a coward i want to tell you how amazing you look every time i see you. do you know you always looks even more amazing every day? it's like every time i see you i notice something i didn't before. like that one time you wore black eyeliner instead of brown. did you run out of brown? it looked so nice, you should try more colors, not just brown. and did you know your eyes sometimes have a little bit of different colors when you're in the sun? i like when it turns a little grey. but i'll always like looking at your eyes regardless

i remember that one-time grim tore your glove because he was giving you a hard time. you tried to hide your hands. nobody else noticed but i did. are you shy about the scars on your hands? i seen them. they're beautiful rook, they tell stories. maybe one day you'll show me and tell me all about how you got them. do you trust me?

you probably don't see me the same way. you're way too good of a guy. and that's also why you'll probably never see this. fuck that sounds sad i'm sorry

i like you no that's not right ignore that.

i'm in love with you i'm not quite there to say i'm completely in love with you but i definitely don't just like you.

i'm falling in love with you, rook hunt.

and i'm sorry.

sincerely, the prefect [name]

so maybe i added some of my own headcannons in that letter.

anyways FUCK YEAH I WROTE SOMETHING >:D

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

#╰ ও ❝ angst #twisted wonderland #twst #x gender neutral reader #x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland angst #twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader #twst x gender neutral reader #twst x male reader #twst angst #rook hunt #rook hunt x male reader #rook hunt x gender neutral reader

[amberkoyuki]

Beauty and the beast.

★star of the show: 𝔖𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔪𝔦 𝔖𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔞𝔷𝔲𝔤𝔞𝔴𝔞★

𝓕𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓼𝔂 𝓐𝓤 &lt;3

Warnings: MDNI ,Sex with a stranger, smut,

The beast was an ancient tale of the kitsune. The last one. His kind had been killed off long ago. He was in a big Castle. He protected that place with his life.

You had ran away from home due to abuse 3 years ago. You'd gone to family, friends nobody had accept you so You ran through the enchanted forest, it was a bad storm today. you a sea nymph fairy (so like Melanie Martinez) an extremely pretty nymph standing at 4'9 you were the tiniest creatures after dwarfs.

You had entered the castle and out your bag down only planning to stay till the dorm ended. When something grabbed you by your neck and pinned you against the wall. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE" his tone showed no mercy he had planned on killing you. "A sea nymph with wings?"

He noticed a your wings were broken.. That's when he let go of you.. He forced you to turn around so he could examine them.. "What happened?" You explained to him the abuse you were going through when you lived with your family

"You can stay here under one condition." You looked at him. You were willing to do anything to find anywhere to stay. "You bare my children." You thought the kitsune was joking but based on his tone you knew he wasn't. "can you do that for me." You nodded. You knew nobody else would accept you..

He had ran a hot bath for you and made you food while he went to set the room for the night. You sat in the warm water just relaxing.. It was so comfortable but you needed to wash yourself. After you finished you wrapped a towel around you and ate the food he had left for you. He had made you. A salad ,steak ,and mashed potatoes with gravy after a while the kitsune came looking for you and saw your half eaten meal "are you going to finish that?" You shook your head.. You weren't hungry after eating a bit.

You both were dancing in the ball room.. It was a slow dance.. You'd watched rich people do it a lot so you knew how to dance he was being slow with you "your the first human to accept me.."

"I lost my mother and younger siblings only leaving me and my they hunted everything I loved Down.. I yelled at my Younger brother rand said some horrible things to him.. We split up after that.. I regret every rude thing said to him that night.. Because I haven't seen him since" you felt bad for him.. this why he attacked everyone.. They took everything he had ever loved. "I'll stay with you I promise!"

"Don't lie to yourself." He said n with a frown. He wanted to trust you but couldn't at the same tome. "I'm not lying I promise" you said sweetly "sweetling. Why are you so trusting"

The kitsune led you to his room "I never got your name nymph." You told him your name. He looked st you in surprise "your name is very pretty.. Just like you" you liked what he said but it was also very unexpected of him to say that because he had tended to have a cold and mean demeanor "I'm Sanemi. Sanemi Shinazugawa"

He shoved you onto his bed and opened you wide. He got onto the floor and pushed his head under your dress..you winced when you fled his tongue kicking your cunt for the first time. This was a new sensation for you so you were moaning like a complete bitch.

"S—SANEMI..~" you moaned and whimpered till he finally spoke "yes my nymph?~" "p—please.. This is my first.. Time" he removed his head from underneath your dress "really!" You nodded in embarrassment "I'll make you feel so good sweetling!~" Sanemi pushed 4 fingers into your cunt and you moaned out loud. He put both your legs on his shoulders. Every time you came he was eat it all up. It was an addiction to him.. All that cold be heard where your screams of pleasure.

Sanemi sat on the bed and placed you on your stomach so you could give him a blow job.. He grabbed the back of your head and bobbed you on and off his cock.. It was a quick pace that you were bobbing on and off his dick he had came in your mouth a few times..

(EYY I'LL CONTINUE WHEN I FEEL LIKE IT IM TIRED NOW <3333)

#kny x reader #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #shinazugawa sanemi #kny #kimetsu no yabia #demon slayer #Amberkoyuki

[muffinsin]

Hey, back with more Dani love!

Could I request dani getting caught in a snowstorm, maybe she went out to retrieve something from duke or stayed out hunting later than she should have, and a villager s/o with g!p finds her huddling for warmth? They bring Dani back to their cabin to help her, warm her up and patch up any injuries. Dani wants to thank her savior a little more intimately, but at first the villager tries not to give into temptation due to fearing what the Lady of the castle would do to them for. Of course, Dani is relentless and won’t leave until she’s properly thanked her savior.

Absolutely! No one can resist this vixen for long ;)

Masterlist

Daniela shivers and ducks her head slightly at the first, loud crackle in the sky.

She shrieks at more, and gasps at distant lightning. The redhead swarms carefully, up a tree and into the sky. The castle-

She frowns unhappily; how has she gotten so far away? The castle towers shimmer in the distance, so far away. It will take her a good half an hour, if not 40 minutes to get there. It’s time she doesn’t have.

Daniela quickly lowers herself on the ground again at the next sound of thunder. She gasps when cold raindrops hit her hooded head.

She realises fast, she only has limited time left before the storm that is bound to show. Daniela mentally face palms herself; now she’s going to have to listen to Bela scolding her for going out when the blonde predicted the bad weather.

Another strike of loud thunder. Daniela gasps again. The rain is cold. She needs to find shelter, fast. Her body can’t stand the cold and the wetness will merely prevent her from swarming and thus make her vulnerable.

She tries her best not to freak out.

The cold temperature won’t kill her, she thinks. Surely it won’t be that cold. But it will hurt. She doesn’t want to need to brace herself for the pain.

She grips the flowers in her hands tighter, then lets go. It had been stupid to go out to gather them, she knows this now. But, they’re so beautiful. She so desperately wants to keep them! After all, there is nobody else getting her flowers.

She pouts at the thought, then shakes her head visible, as if to rid herself of the thought. No, she needs to concentrate. Flowers aren’t her priority now, staying alive and well is. And maybe getting out without a scolding from Bela.

Daniela sighs, dropping the flowers. “Goodbye, lovelies”, she whispers to them longingly, staring at the colourful petals.

Another raindrop lands on her nose, she squeaks in surprise.

It’s cold, and thick. She’s jumping at another on her shoulder, soaking through the fabric of her dress. She’s going to be shivering in no time!

Daniela looks around wide eyed, seeing nothing but trees and rocks. She runs for the direction castle. Something must come up to help!, she thinks, gasping as more and more heavy raindrops fall down on her.

You jump at the thud you hear outside your door. The sky is dark. You do quick work of turning off most of the lights in the small cabin.

Only a small candle remains. You grip the knife off the counter, pushing it in your pocket. Just to be safe, you lift the shotgun off the wall.

You silently pray it isn’t another lycan, but can’t help but feel on edge.

Just yesterday you heard a pack of them traveling nearby.

You breathe deeply, then pull the door open, keeping your shotgun aimed in front of you.

But, no hairy beast greets you. Instead, a woman falls into the room, having leaned against the heavy door. Her back is turned to you, but you can tell she is breathing. She wears strange clothing, all in black, and is drenched from the heavy rain outside that hammers against the cabin.

You angle the shotgun, using its tip to turn her head. She’s unconscious, and beautiful. The symbol on her forehead makes you freeze.

Dimitrescu.

Daniela gasps when she wakes. She instinctively wraps her arms around herself. She remembers feeling so, so cold.

But now she’s warm, comfortably so, even with her damp hair against her face and neck.

She scans the room she’s in; it’s small, with only a bed inside. A bed she is perched on. A blanket, rough and brown, is covering her. It’s made of wool, she notices. Dim light comes from the room next to hers. She hears humming; it sounds beautiful.

Upon standing up, she notices the mirror on the door. A bandage stretched across her forehead. Upon peeling it off, she smiles at the healed skin. Your concern warms her heart. She steps into the other room, eager to meet you.

Daniela eyes you. The moment she steps into the larger room, you notice her.

“You’re awake”

She smiles at your voice. It’s breathtaking.

“How do you feel?”, you ask, when she fails to answer. Daniela grins. “Never better, my saviour”, she draw out. You raise your eyebrow.

Daniela walks over to you happily, uncaring about your personal space as she lets herself fall down on your lap. You grip the edges of the chair you’re sitting on.

“Say, whom do I owe the pleasure? Who is my saviour?”, she asks. You try your best to keep eye contact. Why must her cleavage be right there!

You answer her, stating your name. She feels light on your lap. Her fingertip pushed against your shoulder, for a moment you wonder if she’s listened. Then she repeats your name.

Daniela hears your heartbeat quicken when she says your name. She giggles.

“You’ve saved me, my knight”, she coos. “I wonder, how can I repay you?”

You begin to squirm slightly under her. You were raised well, or at least have good manners. You shouldn’t have the dirty thoughts that entertain your mind.

You bite your lip, stifling a groan when she squirms, turning on your lap to face you a little more. She rubs up right against the bulge between your legs. You’ve saved her, you can’t possibly ask for such a thing in return.

And yet your hands ache to grip her, fingers tingling with the wish to pull her nipples.

Your mind supplies you with the image of merely half an hour ago, when you had dragged her inside. Her clothing, wet and cold, utterly soaked and clinging tightly to her like a second skin.

You had tried not to stare, but now you remember the look of her nipples hard through the soaked fabric.

You try not to think of this. Instead, you grip the chair tighter. “I couldn’t possibly ask of something in return”, you say at last.

You glance at the tattoo on her forehead. You don’t know overly much of the Dimitrescus, but you know enough to be well aware to stay away. Yet, you feel drawn in.

Daniela smiles sweetly, seductively. She portrays innocence and safety. You don’t yet know her appearance doesn’t quite match her in this moment.

She looks playful. Your eyes widen when she slips off your lap, instead sits on the floor in front of you. She leans her head on her arms, crossed on your thighs.

Daniela pouts playfully.

“But my saviour, there must be something I can do!” She pleads. You gasp when she slides her palm downwards and to your thigh. She is, of course aware of what she’s doing to you. As any good predator should.

The tip of her index and middle finger playfully walk across your thigh. You feel entirely too warm, suddenly.

Daniela gasps when you stand up, her hands brushing off you. “Really, I’m glad I helped. I expect no reward”, you say, and yet in your mind you’re already undressing the auburn haired woman.

You think of how adorable her breasts must look so adorable for you. You admit, you couldn’t help but sneak a glance down at them when you peeled her wet dress off her and put her in one of your warm shirts instead. They looked large, and seemed soft.

You walk towards the fireplace, stoking it. She turns back to you, still in place. Golden eyes linger on you as she drops the brown blanket from her shoulders.

“It’s so warm in here”, she complains softly. The shirt is too big on her, and you feel as though your eyes pop out your skull when she grips it and pulls it against her, showing off the hidden curves beneath it. It rises up slightly, exposing the pale skin of her stomach.

You’re feeling painfully hard.

Another glance at her tattoo reminds you of the danger.

Would it be your death sentence to give in to her obvious offer, no- wish? Would Lady Dimitrescu merely tear you to pieces for defiling one of hers? You aren’t sure, but you remember hearing of three daughters; huntresses.

You gulp when the woman rises, her body inching closer until she is pressed against you, her full chest against yours, her fingertips back at your thighs. She reaches up with them, toying with your belt.

“Let me repay the favour, my darling saviour”

You bite your lip. Your own nipples are hard.

“I don’t-“, your words die on your lips as she leans forwards, her soft lips brushing against your neck. A moment’s worth you wonder if you’re going to die. It’s dangerous to let a predator such as her this close to where she could end you.

One snap of your neck.

That snap doesn’t come, however.

Instead you feel soft lips dragging against your flesh, a cold tongue poking out and sliding across your neck. You moan, and you know the battle is over when you feel her smile against your neck.

“My brave saviour”, she coos, hands easily undoing the belt you’re in. Daniela pulls it open eagerly, her fingertips exploring more and sliding to the zipper of your pants.

“I feel the upmost sense of relief that you have kept me protected”, she whispers. Her voice is soft.

You gasp when the pants spring open and her hand slides inside of them, cupping your bulge through your underwear. “Let me make it up to you, my love”

The strange petname from a practical stranger should worry you. You can’t bring yourself to worry however; she’s ethereal.

Daniela squeezes and rubs alongside the bulge as her teeth drag against you, not quite sinking in. She’s warm now, being this close to you, and lifts the shirt over her head. You see the damp bra and panties clinging to her. You know, health wise, you should have removed them to avoid her catching a cold, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Now, you wonder if at last you will see her beneath the garment.

“Don’t be shy, this is your reward”, she breathes seductively, bringing your hands up and to her round, swell breasts. They’re cold from the bra. You must change this, no?

Daniela giggles when you all but tear the fabric covering her down, replacing it with your warm hands instead. She moans at your gropes and arches her back just slightly when you pull her nipples.

She’s stunning, and she has you under her spell.

Your knees buckle when curious hands push past your underwear. Your warm cock rests in her hand. She squeezes again, humming. “Such a big thing. I’ll be sure to treat it well”, she promises quietly.

Your hands all but dig into the wall behind you when she gets on her knees. Daniela smiles up at you, hands tugging down the garments on your lower half. She licks her lips at the hardened cock in front of her.

This is going to be so fun! It’s been ages since she’s had a real dick. She feels her body responding naturally to it, her cunt wet and nipples hard, tiny, sensitive clit aching.

You lean back upon feeling her fingers back on you, and moan at the feeling of her warm lips around your tip. It’s been ages.

Daniela coos at your reactions, humming as she slips you inside her mouth. You resist the urge to thrust your hips, but then remember: isn’t this supposed to be your reward?

You give your hips an experimental thrust, making the redhead on the floor jump in surprise. She gags around you at the sudden movement, her hands coming up to steady herself on your hips.

You feel her nails, dangerously sharp, resting against your waist.

Another thrust into her warm mouth. Daniela moans, her golden eyes looking up at you obediently and seductively.

Maybe the mighty Alcina Dimitrescu didn’t have to find out about this.

You move your hips, desperation clear in your movement as you use her warm mouth. Daniela moans and blushes below you, visibly pleased with herself.

Her warm tongue rubs against you even as you thrust, and her throat becomes so tight whenever you push up against the back of it and make her gag.

Your cock is soon covered in drool, and her hand opts for sliding down between her legs. You don’t stop her, only demand she slips the damp underwear off. You want to see her pleasuring herself.

“God yes…!”

She moans at your reaction to her, her legs spread to let you see. She’s so eager to repay the favour to her lovely saviour!

Daniela giggles as she grips your hip tighter, once again taking subtle control as she wraps her lips tighter around you. You feel her against you, warm and soft.

You almost whine. You really don’t want to cum in her mouth, not if you could pump your load someplace else…

A part of you is worried of taking advantage of the woman’s offer for repayment. Another part wants nothing but to bury yourself deep inside her soft looking cunt.

Your head it thrown back against the wall. She feels so good on you, lips around you, creating somewhat of a tight seal. Her tongue drags against you inside her mouth as she sucks, and her hands fondle your balls. You’re close from her antics.

Daniela grinds down on the fingers inside of her, soaked and curling within her. She’s entirely naked in front of you, save for the necklace sitting around her throat.

“Please”, you whisper. You’re so close, your moans and gasps fill the room.

Daniela knows this, of course. She feels you twitch in her mouth and doubles her efforts.

Alas, no matter how hard you try, you can’t hold back. Daniela gasps at the unexpected ejection in her mouth. She feels your cum drip down her throat, your cock buried at the back of it. It feels foreign, but she doesn’t mind.

You pant, even more turned on as she keeps you in her mouth until you’re done shooting ropes of cum down her throat.

Perhaps, this would mean her debt is paid off. She has repaid you in the sweetest way possible. But Daniela is greedy, and now she has a taste of paradise, she wants to keep it a while longer.

You gasp when she pulls you by your hands, gently tugging you to the ground to her. She swallows what’s left of your cum, allows the rest to drip down her chin.

Your cock is soaked from your own cum and her drool. It glistens in the light of the fireplace.

She easily rips up your shirt, hands on your chest immediately.

It baffles you that you don’t even know the beautiful woman’s name yet. The question, however, slips your mind easily when she pushes you down and straddles you, her wet, puffy cunt right above your cock.

She leans down, hands on your waist as her lips wrap around your nipple. Her back is arched beautifully and feels soft under your fingertips. Her skin, pale and soft, looks as if she’s shining in the glistening light of the fireplace. She looks god-like, her auburn hair long and soft.

“My knight in shining armour”, she coos seductively when she feels you harden slightly under her again. Her wet cunt rubs against you. “My perfect saviour”, she adds, her hard nipples brushing against yours.

She pushes you inside of her, moaning and grinding down momentarily. It feels so good to be full again.

“Good…”, she moans, hips lifting. She has her hands on your chest, smiling down at you as she rides you. Her breasts bounce softly at her elegant pace, her head is thrown back. Gentle moans fall from her lips.

“You’re beautiful”, you praise. Your hands eagerly slide up her thick, soft thighs, up her stomach and to cup her large breasts.

The village didn’t offer many women, much less ones interested in you; in a way, the small village was quite conservative. You preferred living outside of it, even if it decreased your sexual encounters drastically.

Having this, a beautiful woman, a Dimitrescu nonetheless, wrapped around your cock, rising you and moaning you, feels like plucking the forbidden fruit from the golden tree.

But you’re thirsty, and hungry, and the fruit is too tempting to deny.

Daniela giggles when you sit up and thrust into her, your lips clashing against hers. She moans your name against your lips, her hips twitching with the pleasure you’re giving her.

“So soft” you whisper to her, hands sliding up and down her body in an almost worshipping manner. Daniela blushes and squirms at this. She has her legs spread wide for you and throws her head back when your hand slides between them, thumb finding her clit easily.

She’s sensitive for you; it’s adorable.

She giggles happily at your worship and love, feeling herself falling already. Her sisters would call it foolish, delusional, wrong. But how is it not fate, she wonders? Clearly, you are meant for her.

She throws her head back, curled hair tickling her backside. You cup her head, eager to feel the soft curls. You don’t tug, but stroke her hair, unused to company. She tightens around you, and she feels you twitch in her in return.

Daniela whimpers at a thrust sharply inside of her. You realise you’ve found her G-Spot, and angle yourself for it again. Thrusting hard and helping her get off by rubbing and toying with her sweet clit. The woman on your lap is trembling slightly, moaning like a broken record.

You don’t fare much better. But you want her to cum first this time.

“Cum for me, sweet princess”, you whisper, and her head spins. She blushes wildly. “Cum for me, and consider your debt repaid”

Daniela moans, and easily obeys the simple command with your next thrusts into her.

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu x reader #dianabetic6

[beanghostprincess]

Buggy’s bed is probably full of pillows. An objectively luxurious beast of furniture. And yet he sometimes feels something is missing at times, so he keeps adding even more. Finest silks, the softest and nicest cotton you can afford, sheets that are so smooth and comfortable getting into bed feels like slipping into lotion.

And yet he sometimes thinks back on tangled limbs at night and stolen sheets. Elbowing someone half asleep to give back the blanket, only earning a grunt from his bunkmate. More often than not starting a fight, but also more often than not settling into a compromise, holding each other close under the covers, falling asleep with someone’s head on his shoulder or his forehead touching someone else’s. More often than not waking up cheek to cheek and red strands of hair in his face, getting a full dose of morning breath and grimacing, but not pushing that person away when he turns around to doze a bit more, their arm wrapping around him and pulling him closer with a sigh as soon as he stills again. Suddenly his bed with its luxurious bedding and massive size feels oddly cold even insuring summer nights.

Less angsty afterthought: after reuniting Shanks will always try to scooch closer to Buggy in his sleep, even tough Buggy is a very active sleeper and having a double Kingsize means he basically moves across the entirety of the bed at least once a night. Shanks has often woken up in a haze, noticing his precious clown is no longer right next to him. Despite his state he wasted no time locating him in the landscape of pillows, wading trough satin comforters and scaling the mountain of throw pillows just to be reunited with his love again. He usually manages to wake Buggy up, ignores the pissed glare he receives and shoots him a sleepy smile and hits him with a mumbled „Hiii❤️“, before Buggy scoffs and lets him scooch closer so they can spoon again.

haha you're so funny such a funny ask haha i'm so happy haha

My heart is completely shattered. The whole description of how they used to sleep together made my heart drop. Why would you do this to me??? It's just- It's so beautiful. I'm taking the soft ending you wrote there, honestly. I want Shuggy cuddling and Shanks pulling Buggy close. I want Shanks kissing him all over his face to wake him up. I want Buggy to stare at sleeping Shanks for hours before realizing he's awake and slapping him. I want them to kiss softly right after waking up, have lazy make-out sessions, and enjoy every second they have together. I want Shanks to run his fingers through Buggy's hair and Buggy embarrassingly falling asleep right away with that. I am completely heartbroken after this and I need them to be in love so happy so desperately it hurts.

#i am kissing your brain btw this made me feel feelings i didn't know i had in me #shuggy is another type of torture istg #one piece #buggy the clown #red haired shanks #shuggy