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janitorhutcherson · 1 year ago

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Bf!Futturman Headcanons (Future Man)

there is NOT enough future man content! allow @dollfacedalls and i to fix that :p these r some headcanons we came up with real quick. if there are typos, sorry guys lolz. its 3am and i just typed this up bc i felt like we needed some josh futturman content. enjoy the sweaty loser boyfriend vibes!

Bf!Futturman who tries to be flirty and sexy but is unsuccessful. You've been out all day, and you've just gotten home. The moment you walk through the door, Josh is in front of you in a pair of dinosaur boxers with a huge, cheesy smile. You know why, and you know what he's wanting. You can't help but grin like an idiot as you put your bags down, walking towards him to place your hands on his hips. Before you can do so, Josh attempts to lean against the coffee table in a sexy fashion. Of course, as expected, he loses his balance, his feet falling out from under you. He lets out a yelp as his elbow hits the coffee table, your eyes wide as you run to assist him. "Baby," you gasp as you kneel. "Are you okay?" you mumble as he repositions himself, now leaning on his hurt elbow on his side, the toothy grin back on his face. "Yeah.. fine now that you're here, sexy," he says, wiggling his eyebrows as you roll your eyes, hitting his shoulder.

Bf!Futturman who is so clingy that he misses you so much, making him even want to be you. You two live together, Josh finally having moved out of his childhood home to get an apartment with you. You were at work, and Josh was upset. He felt like his other half was missing. It wasn't fair that he was off and you weren't. So.. naturally, he did what any man who was missing his partner would do -- he tried on your clothes, sprayed himself in your perfume, listened to your favorite songs, and watched your favorite TV show. When you walked into your apartment to him sitting on the couch in your dress, the apparent scent of your cherry-scented perfume in the air, Dance Moms on the TV, you gasped. The moment his eyes locked with yours, Josh froze, his eyes wide, not really sure what to say. Your eyes darted to the empty bottle on the table; your lonely boyfriend had drained your expensive perfume. Josh's eyes followed yours to the bottle as he shot up, walking over to you with raised eyebrows. "I swear, baby, I- I'll buy you a new bottle," he awkwardly muttered, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

Bf!Futturman who wants an ugly cat with you. No, not just a cat, but an ugly one. He wanted to find the most hideous, rattiest, mangy-looking cat the two of you could find. At first, you were somewhat frustrated with how adamant he was about the situation. You would've been much happier with a fluffy kitten with pretty blue eyes and soft fur. But no, you loved your boyfriend so much you'd given in. Josh convinced you he wanted one because 'nobody wants the ugly ones.' He claimed it was an action from the goodness of his heart, an action to save a poor kitty. He never would've said it out loud, but the reality was he didn't think the name Barthalomeow fit a pretty kitten. You ended up with a fluffy cat with huge brown eyes bulging from its skull. Its bottom teeth hung out of its mouth, and its brown fur stuck up in every which way... Yeah... it was hideous for sure, but Bathalomeow loved you and his kitty dad so that you couldn't be too mad.

Bf!Futturman gets so sucked into his game that he doesn't notice anything around him. When you weren't around, and he wasn't working, Josh did NOTHING but play Biotic Wars. He'd be so sucked into the game for hours, going to disgusting extremes to avoid having to press pause. When you were home, though, he'd only dedicate an hour or two a day to the game. This usually didn't bother you, but one particular day, you were feeling incredibly desperate for his attention, his eyes locked onto his TV screen as his fingers moved stealthily across his keyboard. You felt like you'd attempted everything. At first, you just tried his name. No luck. Then, you tried tapping his shoulder. Barely flinched. Your next action was more severe, seeing if your words would stir anything in him. "Baby," you called out, your annoyance apparent. "Hm?" he hummed with a half-assed response. "I'm going to my other man's house in a few. Is that cool?" you said from behind him, sprawled out on the bed with your eyebrows raised, your eyes throwing daggers toward the back of his head. "Yeah, whatever, babe, I'll see you later," he mumbled quickly as a loud groan left your lips. "Jesus christ," you mumbled. "Gonna jump off of a bridge, Joshy," you sang out jokingly, to which Josh responded, "Okay, baby." It felt hopeless, that was, until you had an idea. You threw your shirt off, your bare chest exposed as you pranced over to him, standing in front of him. Josh glanced over at you for a moment, his eyes widening slightly as he reached his hand up to grasp your boob before looking back to his screen. "Mm, give me another hour," he hummed, his attention once again back on Future Man. Nope, didn't work. You'd revisit in an hour when you were his girlfriend again, and it wasn't his controller getting all of the hand action.

Bf!Futturman that attempts to cook for you. Josh could not cook. This was a given considering in order to cook, you had to have good coordination and be able to somewhat follow directions. Unless in video game form, it was difficult for Josh to do both. You didn't mind, enjoying making dinner and snacks for the two of you. It wasn't until one night Josh wanted to surprise you. He'd watched a YouTube video online on how to make a baked chicken with broccoli, mashed potatoes, along with a few other things. He didn't think twice about the difficulty, already feeling like a chef as he turned off his phone. He was soon proven very wrong, as about an hour later, you walked into the door to the smell of burning meat and smoke filling your kitchen. Josh stood in the center of it all, surrounded by far too many pans for him to be making such a simple dish, many of them filled with what looked like pure charcoal. He looked at you with sad eyes, a pout on his lips. "I'm sorry, baby, I didn't mean to make a mess. I really just wanted to do something nice for you like you do for me," he said softly as he walked over to you. You embraced him into your arms, pressing a kiss to his head. "Hey, 's okay baby, we can just order takeout," you giggled, deciding to turn the oven off and leave the mess for another time.

Bf!Futturman who has no filter and lacks an understanding of time and place. The two of you were inside an art museum. You pulled out your phone to snap a cute selfie. The moment he saw the camera, he pulled you close, stiffening his entire body as he stared into the camera with a blank expression. You snapped the picture, reviewing it afterward as your smile dropped. "Seriously, Josh?" you asked as you raised your eyebrows, showing him the photo where he looked both uninterested and terrified all at once. He snickered with amusement, his nose scrunching up. "God, people are going to think I kidnapped you," you muttered under your breath. He nudged you with his shoulder, raising his eyebrows up and down. "That's because you did!" he exclaimed as he pretended to yank out of your grip. People began to stare, and Josh just snickered as you smacked his shoulder. "Shut up, Futturman!" you gritted through your teeth, rolling your eyes. God, you loved him, but oh, how he pissed you off sometimes.

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death---dealer · 5 months ago

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I’m curious to know when the first time Noa thought Reader was beautiful (because of or maybe in spite of her being an Echo) 🥰 I need some of your wonderful fluff

Let me just *SLIPS AND ALL THESE HEADCANONS COME OUT OF MY POCKET * Ah shit

Noa definitely finds you... Nice to look at, right off the bat of meeting. The prospect of beauty and thinking that way really doesn't settle into him until he's gotten to know you and finds aspects of your personality just as attractive as the outside appearance. It's probably during a lax day where you and he are working in tandem together on a project - maybe he needed your smaller fingers to work around something he was putting together for the Clan. Thankful for that, he watches intently as you tie a knot with twine, the crease between your brows catching his attention and causing his heart to flutter a bit on the inside as he recognizes your expression as being very focused. And he's absolutely floored at just how nimble your finger movements are compared to his own. Reckon, he's got strong fingers, but they are thick, they are not swift ( Only when he's signing and odds are he's fumbling over words at times because his hands can't keep up ). It's also a way to get you to be near him without explicitly asking. After you're done helping him tie the tiny knots that he needed, the smile? The radiance on your face, the tinge of redness that appeared to be right along your cheekbones, right under your eyes and upwards towards your ears. Your eyes, fluttering as always in the Sunlight, were now avoiding his own, your fingers pressing against each other as you wait for him to give you more direction, just happy to be of some help to the Apes.

I would imagine that moment... You smiling, genuinely at him, would get the cogs turning in his mind. He'd start connecting all the dots together like a puzzle, probably obsessing about it even after you're pulled away from the project by Anaya and Soona to go fish for the afternoon. Noa's torn apart on the inside thinking of all the times that he's caught you staring at him, your eyes wide, your cheeks welling with redness, the times that his shoulders have brushed against yours and even through the density of his fur, he was able to feel your heart beat quicken with his own. The reason why he liked to watch you with such acute focus and attention to detail is because the things he was seeing, albeit beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, were beautiful to him.

How you spoke. Beautiful, Noa would be blessed to hear your voice in tandem with his as he made you his mate.

How you looked at him. Noa wanted you to look at him like that always; He would do anything to make sure that happened.

How you touched him. Noa wanted you to be on top of him, not inherently sexual, but if you're on him, if you're near him, he's able to sink into it and become a part of you.

How you smiled at him. So gracefully, though he had observed you covering your mouth with your hand ever so often if your smile exploded into laughter.

All of these small moments, the smaller intricacies would draw Noa's mind to beauty. To say that you are an equal, if not beyond, the word itself. You, over time, become Noa's definition of beauty. ( Definitely amplified once you guys are a mated pair and he's able to dig into the aspects about you that he had only imagined before hand. I.E you naked. )

Caesar is probably the one where admittance of a human being beautiful is the easiest. He grew up with them, he was raised with them. He'd be a fool not to acknowledge that vain beauty was a human standard and he was pretty intuitive to it. NOW. That being said, he also gives off the secure vibe that while you are beautiful on the outside ( Which he'd be happy to admit noticing the first time you meet ), he's also very in-tune with his own self and will acknowledge that his needs go far beyond that of a shallow depth.

Actual beauty and admitting that he finds himself actually attracted to you in the sense that he'd want to mate takes a lot of time and a lot of trust building between the two of you. The more time you spend together, the more your beauty will shine for Caesar. You're smart, he likes that he's able to talk to you about more human ailments that maybe other Apes didn't understand. You're incredibly good with the young of the Colony, a trait that often took the forefront amongst Apes looking to mate. The one thing that gets him though, and it does it EVERY TIME. Is the way you look at him. He knows he commands respect, he gets it from his fellow Apes. What he didn't know he needed was getting it from you. And while your gaze is all respectful ( Even when you're thinking filthy things, tsk tsk ), there's always a glimmer of more there in your irises if he took time to stare deeply enough into them. First time actually admitting acute attraction and admitting that you were beautiful in the ways that actually mattered to him might happen at the moment you and he actually do become mates. Tangled in the animal pelts together, your face so deathly close to his own and your hot breath is cascading along his face. He had chosen you, you had chosen him. There's nothing more clear cut about it as Caesar grasps the back of your head and brings your forehead in so he can kiss it with his own. That moment, right there as you're brought to orgasm against him, face contorting as you uttered his name right against his lips, is the moment Caesar fell in love further and admitted to himself that your beauty knew no bounds anymore.

Blue Eyes is definitely the most oblivious to it. ( we all knew it was coming c'mon lol ) It probably takes him a while to even feel comfortable really looking at you unless it was just a passing glance. The Ape literally went 8 years without seeing a Human, and the first ones he had seen shot his friend so excuse his weariness. He'll build into it though, despite Koba constant chatter in his ear about just how bad ALL Humans were. Blue Eyes ultimately starts taking it into his own hands to establish his own opinions.

First off, your scent? Way different than anything he had ever experienced and it left a vaguely metallic taste in his mouth when he thought about it too long. Very stringy, not harmonious and more often than not, he can't really detect much outside of your sweat. ( You were nervous around them, understandably until you were able to actually trust. ) You refused eye contact with him more often that not, Blue Eyes had searched for your gaze a few times when Caesar had gotten on him for not being welcoming to you, biding to make eye contact to establish some sort of relationship with you that wasn't based in hostilities like your relationship with Koba.

Blue Eyes was better than that. He'd bite the metaphorical bullet and force himself to get close to you in hopes that maybe it'll expand his mind into the way that his Father thought about humans. Well, it was hard to be welcoming to someone who was so shut off, Blue Eyes wanted to tell his Father but he grinned and bared it. With our baby boy, I see it happening all of a sudden and without warning, leaving him more perplexed than before, concepts of beauty and all were not engrained in him. He really only looked for the qualities he wanted and that was it. Ash had brought his attention to you one day, you're washing your clothes at the river while the Apes fished for the communal dinner that evening.

The way the sun is playing against your bare shoulders, Blue Eyes hadn't known you to wear shorter sleeved shirts and the dip of your collarbone captivated him for a few seconds longer than really needed, the pit in stomach churning with unease and resting a BIT too closely to his lower navel, drifting downwards between his legs. The bounce of the light off the water below, alighting your expression. Timid. You were... Having a good time doing whatever you were doing, the idea of actively washing your clothes in a cycle completely foreign to him. ( Weekly basis, Blue Eyes noticed. Underwear a bit more frequently when he was able to sense it was your time of the month, which face it, the Ape knows. ) You're suddenly splashed in the face by Cornelius who had taken time away from the grasp of Caesar to enjoy wading the shallow water, beckoning you to play, knowing you often caved at his cute demeanor and gave him what he wanted. And you did, as per Blue Eyes' suspicions. The smile you graced his baby brother with left the older Apr Prince bristling at the shoulders fur standing on end, his breathing rapid as he sought to inhale and exhale through his nose to keep himself from unraveling at the unknown ideas hitting him all at once. He doesn't know the premise yet, but the thoughts are there that you were nice to look at... That... That you were a good person, good with his brother, nice to Ash and himself. There was... no threat. Not in the way that you smiled, the way you carried yourself so carefully. Blue Eyes suddenly had no idea what Koba had been on and on about. You were... Beautiful.

Koba is the toughest to get an admittance out of, and it really never comes to fruition no matter how much you pestered him about it. His actions are still remarkably pseudo-aggressive towards you, and he really only asks to see you alone if he feels the primal urge to mate ( Not often, and unfortunately he is selfish and just uses you as a play thing to give himself satisfaction. ) At least, that's really how it starts. Easy, once a week, he'd lay with you and go on the rest of the days without having to worry or bat an eye in your direction.

Over time though, as things develop and get a more more complicated, he finds that he's more disgusted in small minute things about you. How your fingers tucked your hair behind your ear. Absolutely abysmal, how dare you. Now your scent was wafting his way and he couldn't find it in himself to stop his feet and hands as he dragged you away. Flashing him a smile when he was busy doing something, especially if he's talking to Caesar, inappropriate. He hated the feeling it caused in his stomach when he thought about the idea of your smiling being more for his closest friend than being for him. Honestly, he'd rather it be for Caesar. That way he could justify the anger that bubbled in him out of petulant jealousy. No reason to be jealous, you were free to be with whomever you wanted, and Koba was more than willing to relinquish you to an Ape who actually gave a damn about you ( His own twisted mind process, he'd rip off the face of anyone who gave you more than a seconds glance ).

Admittedly, the waves of aggression and disgust towards you are ultimately dusted in fine particles of his attraction. The first time it really hits him might be after he leaves you in the nest to take care of yourself after he lays with you ( the common thing, he'd hang out around your hut when you pleased yourself just to give himself the pleasure of knowing that he could bring you there, but he chose not to. ) Never admits to straight beautiful, maybe a tolerance of sorts as he hears your moans, able to clearly see what your hands were doing to yourself. Mild tolerance, you weren't as bad as his mind wanted to think, but he convinced himself otherwise over and over again that it must be the truth. That he wasn't feeling anything towards you than pure animosity, despite his deeper introspection saying otherwise.

#noa #caesar #koba #blue eyes #pota #planet of the apes #planet of the apes x reader #noa x reader #caesar x reader #blue eyes x reader #koba x reader

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bunnyreaper · 9 months ago

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plush

pairing: soap mactavish x f!reader wc: 1.5k warnings: 18+/nsfw, slight plushiephilia (?), magical fuckery, instalove vibes, shitty ex notes: an unofficial entry to my own valentines writing challenge, for my beloved aj/@kitkatscabinet <3 its short and a bit shit, but its the thought that counts, right? peep my amazing tumblr style valentines day card here!!

You remember the day you got him vividly, recalling every detail like it was yesterday, and not necessarily for the better.

It was the first Valentine's day you were to have with your now ex-boyfriend, an occasion you'd been looking forward to for months. He wasn't the most romantic man in the world, but he knew how important the day was for you, knew how you dreamed of just having one day where you were spoiled rotten and doted on like a princess.

The day of, the man had forgotten.

All the build up, anticipation, and excitement for nothing. He'd told you the morning off that he was off to work, with no real acknowledgement of the day or the significance it held for you.

You had been entirely crushed, only somewhat soothed when he came home with an oversized, fluffy teddy, just for you.

Despite the gift being mostly an afterthought—the receipt still in the bag told you he'd gone to the store on his lunch break—the bear was just so enchanting, so soft and cuddly that when you had it squeezed in your arms, you couldn't bring yourself to care about much else in the world.

That night, it was your plushie you had curled up with in your arms, your face snuggled into his brown-grey fur. That night, you'd drifted off to sleep, selfishly thinking of what it would be like to fall asleep in the arms of someone who made you feel as safe as your new fluffy friend.

This year, you were determined for things to be different. Despite still reeling from your breakup, you resolved to make the day exactly what you'd always dreamed of,even if you were alone.

So you started the day with a bit of pampering, climbing into sexy lingerie underneath a fresh, oversized shirt and barely-there shorts. You glammed yourself up just a little and spent the day at home surrounded by lit candles, heart-shaped balloons and the scent of freshly-baked cookies.

When the night grew dark, you tucked up into bed to watch more movies until late, spending the entire time snuggled up with your precious plushie. It was normal for you to whisper sweet nothings to the wolf pup before bed, to throw out your usual movie discussion to him, and tonight was no different.

You drift off with ease, feeling a sense of peace you haven't felt in a long time.

When your eyes flutter back open, you expect to see your vision obscured by fur and your room filled with light. You don't expect to see a pair of sparkling blue eyes twinkling in the dark, a pair of blue eyes you're all too familiar with.

"I'm still dreaming." You whisper in complete disbelief, yet the longer you look into the not-so-stranger's eyes, you find yourself not even believing those words. It's not a dream, he's real, and he's here.

Your eyes rove over him and his handsome, masculine features, you take in the warmth that radiates off of him.

"No dreams here, bonnie girl." His smile is wolfish, just like his plushie counterpart—full of mischief and mirth. "Couldnae stand seeing you so sad. It's our day."

His grip on you tightens, pulling you deeper into his chest for you to cuddle close—to feel at home.

"Our day." You mumble, mostly to yourself, as you tangle yourself within him until you become one. You press your forehead against his, eyes fluttering shut as you embrace every euphoric feeling flowing through you.

The safety you felt when hugging him as a plushie is multiplied, as now he grips at your flesh and his breath brushes across your lips.

He chuckles, a sweet sound you'd imagined a million times before. "Dinnae tell me you forgot when we first met." He teases.

Valentine's day, that Valentine's day—when he'd been the only thing that made you smile. It's hard to comprehend that this time last year you were muffling your tears in his plush body, and now you're smiling so unstoppably in his embrace.

"Of course I didn't." You whisper.

You feel his fingers brush over your curves as he eagerly takes you in, too. Unbeknownst to you, he's been aching for this moment since he first set his eyes on you—biding his time trapped inside the plush, until his love was strong enough to break him free of the curse that held him there.

He'd watched in anger as you were mistreated, frustration as he witnessed your ex's attempts to please you between the sheets, and sadness as he watched you mend your broken heart.

Unbridled energy thrums through him, a combination of returning to his human form and the overwhelming feeling of finally getting the woman he's loved from afar all this time. "Been waiting so long to finally have ye in ma arms."

You bring your hand up to stroke at his stubbled cheek, as you try to ground yourself in the reality of the situation. You don't know how, but somehow all your fantasies had come true. "You're real."

"Am real, lass, and am all yours." He swears solemnly. Neither of you know how long you have, but you know that no matter what, his words are the truth. "Can I kiss ye?"

"Please." You whisper, before eagerly closing the gap between you, unable to wait even a moment longer.

The second your lips touch, something in your heart feels like it slots right into place, and a sense of alignment washes over you, unlike anything you've felt before. This kind of peace is something you never felt with your ex, and barely seems real at all.

Your lips continue to melt into his as he kisses you with fervour, equally hungry and sensual, deeply passionate and full of pent-up longing.

You pull away, breathless, head spinning with lust and affection, as well as a lingering sense of confusion. It's obvious that he's actually in your arms, and you're not imagining it, but it's so wonderfully beyond your comprehension.

"But how--" You start, before cutting yourself off. Too many questions, not enough time.

"Conversation for another time." You both say in sync, rushing to return to each other's lips as you pour your love into each other.

His kisses move from your lips to your soft cheeks, the curve of your jaw, the expanse of your neck. He nuzzles against you, nips with his teeth, then soothes them with kisses. You can feel his unrestrained smile against your skin, the eagerness in the way he grips at your hip and ruts into your clothed core with his hardness. "You feel better than I imagined."

As his erection nudges against your clit, a shaky exhale passes your lips, a name uttered purely on instinct after a year of it tumbling around your head. "Johnny..."

Something surges through him then, Johnny, something animalistic, as he rolls you beneath him and cages you between his arms. His hips slot against yours insistently, his eyes battle between darkening with arousal and sparkling in delight. "You know ma name." He almost growls.

"I don't know how, but I do."

His hands claw at your shirt, pushing it up your body to reveal the lace underneath. You hadn't worn it for him intentionally, but it also seems like the fates had called to you to put it on this morning, to be ready for this moment.

He purrs, hungry like a true wolf, as he paws at the delicate material. "Need you, lass, cannae take it anymore."

You push your hips into his, chasing more and more contact, more of the pleasure he so easily gives you. "Me either. Can't wait, please."

For a moment, your mind flickers to your ex, how even on the rare occasions he tried to warm you up, he'd still struggle to make you feel much at all. With just a few kisses, and the feeling of his body against you, Johnny has you gushing, leaking down your thighs and aching with need.

Thick fingers make their way across your delicate skin, leaving shivers in their wake. He pulls back enough to rid you of your panties, before his fingers find your sweet spot and start working on melting you beneath his touch. It was easy for Johnny, having seen the way you'd touched yourself so many times before.

Whilst the sensation feels heavenly, and Johnny's eyes remain focused on yours as he drives you wild. You need more; you need him.

"Please." You whine, unable to summon much more in the way of words as his fingers dip down to tease at your entrance.

Johnny fumbles with his clothes quickly, and sinks into you with an animalistic growl as his thick cock stretches you open in the most divine way.

"Feels like home." He purrs, as he lays his muscular body over you and cages you in between the mattress and his cock. Once more, he nuzzles at your neck, as his cock kisses your insides and you adjust to the feeling of him inside you.

You wrap your arms and legs around him instinctually, willing him closer and closer in to you, entwining yourselves completely.

His hips remain still inside you, as the two of you embrace the feeling of finally being where you belong. He kisses you gently as he whispers, "All mine. Never letting ye go now."

#soap mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #soap x reader #john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish #soap mactavish #bunny writes #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction #be my valentine

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trippinsorrows · 2 months ago

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Now that Dulce is gettin shine too, a random thought came where Roso are gettin' all hot 'n heavy, but little fur baby bursts in and kills the vibe? Like, can we see them gettin' all steamy, but then the puppy comes outta nowhere and starts barkin', makin' 'em stop and go all cute and stuff 🐾💕 hehe😝😝

coming home for an afternoon workout and subsequent lunch might become roman's favorite part of the day. good food is one thing, but having his fine ass wife laid out on their dining room table is a different kind of cuisine.

dessert at its finest.

of course, she tries to protest, voice soft as he kneads her breast. he can never get enough of those. "roman, we c--can't."

his mouth, sucking on her neck, in that spot he's noticed makes her fingers scrape against his taut skin. "says who?" his hand travels from her breast, down to her stomach, gently squeezing the pudge he knows she's still so self-conscious about, hence his determination to strip her bare of all inhibitions. "i'll take you anywhere i want to. this table...that sofa....the balcony....."

solana moans underneath his expert touch, bringing a smug on his face. that suddenly just became a to-do list he's more than willing to get started on right now.

roman moves his hand lower, slipping under the flowy little dress she decided to put on today, not knowing it would land her right where she is. his finger tease her opening, unsurprised to find her nectar practically dripping. roman's dick twitches in his pants. "i love how wet you get for me, baby." she's so fucking sensitive to any and all things regarding him, and he loves it. "how do you wan--"

he's interrupted, and if it was a human interruption, the other person might be dead by now. but, it's not. it's a four legged interruption, a bark that's quite pathetic to say it's coming from a dog.

"go away." it's an easy dismissal, roman going to enter one finger into his wife's pretty pussy when she presses her thighs together, hindering him.

he looks up at solana who weakly informs, "she--she needs to use the bathroom."

"she can wait." it's an easy choice. "i can't." he gently tries to pry her legs apart when dulce barks again, taking it up a notch as she runs up and jumps against roman's leg. he turns his glare on her, instructing, "go use your pad."

solana whines for a different, much less interesting reason, sitting up a bit on her elbows. "roman...."

he sighs, "sol, she's fine. now lay back down and tell me how you want me---"

once again, dulce refuses to be the quiet little puppy that she's been every other time he's tried to be intimate with his wife. but not this time, because she's barking again, louder, running in a circle.

"it'll only take a couple minutes," solana suggests.

roman, however, knows better. "no, she's gonna walk around and bark at the air for a good 10 minutes before she even pisses. my dick is hard as fuck right now, baby. i'm not trying to wait---"

the barking turns to whimpering as dulce lays on her stomach, ears down. roman closes his eyes and mentally counts backwards from ten, something that only sometimes works. thankfully, this is one of those times.

"fine," he finally agrees, standing up and watching with all the disappointment as solana sits up and moves off the table. "but as soon as she's done--"

"i know," she cuts him off, hand on his chest, leaning up to kiss his cheek as she almost nervously whispers, "your mouth...i want your mouth."

roman nearly bursts in his pants, hand coming down on her ass as she guides dulce to the backdoor.

that dog is getting a fucking muzzle.

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not exactly what you said, friend, but figured i'd whip up something real quick! 😂

#ari answers #ltye ask #ltye short

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verystrxxwberry · 6 months ago

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Hello, Alex. I wanted to request some headcanons for the Eldarya routes about sleeping with them? Do this if you've got time and want to. Stay safe and good luck with your life!

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ELDARYA; sleeping headcanons

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: TO & ANE routes.

↝ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: Hello, thank you so much for your words! I was going to post this before but my pc decided it wasn't the time.

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EZAREL

No matter if there’s work to do left, his switch is over and he is gonna take the night to sleep and rest all he can. He appreciates the time to rest after work, he is already too overworking when he is at work, but he is strict with his schedule and if he’s done, he IS done. There might be exceptions some days, as the day has not enough hours to finish some very important tasks, but he makes sure to finish them on time.

He definitely needs his night time with you. It has become an important part of his routine, and he basically needs to prepare for bed with you to feel completely at peace. Those nights in which you aren’t with him, he won’t say it but he felt a little bit empty without you. Still, he doesn’t make a big show about it.

Ezarel absolutely adores to be your big spoon, and will stay most of the night like that as he barely moves when he sleeps. He also likes to keep his hands under your shirt.

His voice falls right besides your ear as he is practically glued to you. He likes to have light conversations at night, with some humor there that can end up into loud laughing at some point.

The only notorious thing about Ezarel when he sleeps is that he has spontaneous twitches on his hand, or he makes small noises as he is dreaming. Those aren’t very loud noises, they are simply low growls.

He isn’t a heavy sleeper but neither a light one.

He likes to sleep shirtless, except in winter. In winter expect him to wear long ass fur pajamas because baby is cold.

Oh but he is a pillow stealer. Whenever he changes his position at night, he does the fetus position and drags the pillow with him.

He wakes up earlier than you but stays in bed to enjoy the warmth of you until he has to go to work. He caresses your back or abdomen slowly, looking around the room with nothing to do, then he closes his eyes and lets time pass… If you wake up before he goes to work, he’ll ask in a low and sleepy tone how you rested. If you didn’t wake up and he has to go, don’t worry, he will wake you up to say that he has to go. He will give you small kisses around the face, taking advantage of you being so sleepy that you probably won’t remember him being so clingy.

NEVRA

There will be times in which he can be there at the time you go to sleep, but there will be times where he will come later to go to bed due to work.

It’s clear that the night routine for him is fixed, as he will do his rigorous skincare before going to sleep no matter the hour.

When he has time to be with you, he’ll teach you his skincare and definitely search a good one for your skin! He wants to be a good advisor for your own health.

Before getting into bed he makes sure there is water in the nightstand for both of you, and mainly you.

Nevra is very clingy at night and definitely likes to trap you under his body to kiss you. And pray for him to not get hormonal and let you sleep without hearing his whines of frustration. But it’s alright, he will accept to simply use the bed to sleep. And thanks to you he will find more comfort in sleeping in bed than giving it more uses.

But still expect slow making out sessions before going to sleep.

He sleeps with his fancy set of pajamas, but sometimes he’d sleep only with his boxers.

The moment the lights are off, he respects the silence and stays still to get into the sleeping vibe. He speaks in whispers to you and caresses your hair with one hand as with the other holds your waist gently.

He likes to press his forehead against yours to sleep, even though he moves a little at night, but not enough to be annoying. He might maximum do a 360° over his own self and keep sleeping normally.

He makes no noise at all when sleeping, not even his breath.

He is a light sleeper because, as a vampire, he doesn’t really need to sleep for very long and he has sensitive senses, so any slight change in the room is noticed unless he is exhausted or enjoying his sleep too much.

When it’s time to wake up, he generally does it at the same time as you do. And no one's gonna stop him from morning cuddles.

VALKYON

It’s hard to go to sleep at the same time with him, as he generally finishes his job pretty late at night. He is careful to not wake you up and lies down behind you to spoon you and give small and light kisses to your shoulders to not wake you up.

Those times when he can go to sleep with you, he simply remains silent and cuddles you. If you wanted to rant, he’d gladly listen to you, but right now he needs to rest his mind and enjoy your presence.

You’d feel his breath on your neck as he will bury his face on the crook of your neck, his hands caressing your back as he keeps his eyes closed to sleep.

Depending on how exhausted he is, he might snore a little, but you can easily shush him. He’d rather if you wake him up than not allowing you to sleep due to his snoring.

He is like a rock when he sleeps and at some point of the night the mattress will disappear for you because his full body will be your bed. He doesn’t mind if you do. He might actually be the one dragging you there with no problem at all.

He sleeps right over his back like a soldier, so it’s easier for you to climb him like a koala.

Valkyon only sleeps naked unless you are uncomfortable with it. But he has warm skin due to his condition of being a freaking fire dragon, so being naked for him is even more comfortable than wearing pajamas most of the time.

He always sleeps more than you. He’s barely seen from 7 to 11 AM as he spends those hours resting from last day’s work. If he needs to wake up soon, he will, but if he is able to sleep more, no one will stop him.

He is completely relaxed when he sleeps, getting into a heavy sleep. Even though you could wake him up easier. The moment he hears your voice, his body gets alarmed and wakes up to check what you need. It’s alright, he won’t ever get mad for being woken up even if it's 4 am. He wants to make sure you are completely alright.

When he wakes up he directly prepares for work, because his guard probably needed him as he was sleeping. He tells you that you know where to find him if you need anything, and leaves a small kiss on your hand before leaving.

LEIFTAN

He tries to keep a good sleeping schedule even if sometimes he has trouble sleeping. He has a set of pajamas and barely sleeps with a piece missing since he likes to feel covered and protected by the soft fabric.

He is able to sleep at peace when he presses his head on your chest and listens to your heartbeat. You are there, with him at that moment, and he is grateful one day more that you are alive and good. He is traumatized.

He gets sensitive at night, so be careful with the amount of affection you give him or he’ll honestly cry from how much happiness you give to him.

Leiftan makes sure you are comfortable with the blankets, the position and even with your pajamas. He is careful with any detail that is needed; if you’d like more light in the room, if you’d wish to drink water, if you’d wish more pillows, maybe more blankets…?

During the night you will hear him simply breathing. He doesn’t move too much, probably simply shifting his position to rest his head on your shoulder or give you his back.

Whispers “I love you” before going to sleep and gives a soft peck on your lips.

He falls asleep very quickly when he is comfortable, it’s even impressive.

Even though he still has nightmares about all the wrong stuff he has done. Sometimes he talks at night, moving around and whining “no” as he makes enough movements to wake you up.

Poor baby would be crying in his sleep and wake up panting heavily. The moment he sees you, he’s gonna hug you tightly and sob about how sorry he is for everything.

Just being in your arms and listening to your voice giving him comfort is good enough to make him feel safe and ready to keep sleeping in your arms.

He always wakes up at 07:15 AM, not one minute more or one minute less. He showers, gets ready for the day. He prepares breakfast for you and brings it to you to the bed. He will stay with you, talking casually and enjoying breakfast with you.

LANCE

Another one who’s most likely appearing in the middle of the night to join you in bed. He will make sure he doesn’t wake you up. He is strict with his schedule, he normally comes back at 02:00 AM, then he goes to shower and yes or yes he is beside you at 02:30 AM. He goes that late since he is very hardworking and loses the track of time.

During the night he prefers to have his own personal space and sleep without being restrained. It’s not that he dislikes your hugs or that he moves too much, but he sleeps being alarmed in case of urgency.

He makes it up for you in the morning to give you the cuddles you wish, he wants that anyway.

He is calm if he is aware that you are there. His hand will approach to gently hold your hand, or hold your arm or simply touch your back. He might wake up at night, alarmed and scared to not be feeling your presence, and then he simply presses his hand against your arm and falls asleep again.

Just as Leiftan, he also wakes up at night due to nightmares. He normally talks when he sleeps, but when he is scared he can yell during his sleep. You will have to wake him up.

He is grateful that you woke him up, because he couldn’t stand the version of reality his dream was offering him. He searches for your embrace.

He never asks you for hair caresses, but if you give him a nice scalp massage before he goes to sleep, he’s gonna be like a happy puppy and sleep peacefully, forgetting about staying so alarmed for everything.

Whenever he talks on his sleep you can have conversations with him and laugh at him, because he will say a lot of nonsense things.

He is a light sleeper generally unless he is completely exhausted, relaxed or sick.

Lance likes to sleep shirtless, but can put on a sweater if you are uncomfortable at some point.

MATHIEU

He developed the habit of going really late to sleep back on his days on human world, so since then he has been having a really messy sleeping schedule. He might keep you up sometimes, losing the track of time and only focusing on the conversation he is having with you. When he sees you’re getting sleepy he definitely stops whatever he is doing and makes sure to help you to sleep. He wouldn’t like to forbid you from sleeping just because of him!

As he is unable to sleep, he wants to feel your head on his chest to be able to hear your sleeping breath while he stares at the ceiling and slowly gets calm enough to sleep. He’d press his lips against your head as he falls asleep.

You can feel he is sleepy when he doesn’t talk much since he doesn’t shut his mouth until the moment you sleep.

This means that as you get ready for bed, he’ll talk about everything that goes through his mind.

Remember he has a prosthesis on his left leg? He will sometimes tease you by touching the feet of that leg with yours, as the metal tends to be really cold. He laughs when you whine about it, and keeps doing it until you two end up in a pillow fight.

He does move a lot at night, and definitely holds whatever that gets on his arms. You are the first victim. You can easily get squeezed to death by him. But sometimes you’d wake up without a blanket just to find out that he had stolen all of it to hug it, as well as with pillows.

Mathieu doesn’t snore, but he breathes loudly. You can easily tell that he is still alive because you can hear his loud breath.

He is a heavy sleeper. There could be an explosion in the kitchen and he’d remain in the dreaming paradise. If you want to wake him up, you would need to shake him or even slap his arm few times because he really needs a long time to react and also to wake up.

Depending on the day, he sleeps with pants, boxers or even without clothes. Do not expect a shirt on him ever though.

During mornings he is very sleepy and lazy. He practically begs you to stay with him for cuddles and to caress his back with your nails. But if you do so, there is the risk of him falling asleep for another 8 hours.

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spacebarbarianweird · 11 months ago

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headcanons or a one-shot of astarion x gn!tav baking cookies and/or doing other wintery things? thank you for the bonus prompt! i love domestic wintertime vibes 💙❄️

Hi! I fucked up with your last prompt, so here is your bonus one! And Merry Christmas!

Prompt ✶New Beginnings✶ for BG3 Winter Holiday Challenge

The pieces of the book Tav is reading are taken from Forgotten Realms Wiki.

Got inspired by this amazing piece of art by @demiesop

The Sea of Moving Ice

Synopsis: Astarion returns too early with a confession.

Tags: fluff, comfort

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Nestled by the fireplace, you find solace amidst the raging blizzard outside. The crackling flames cast a comforting glow, kissing your face and enveloping your arms in their gentle warmth. You slowly turn pages.

The Sea of Moving Ice is located west of Icewind Dale and northwest of the Cold Run. Almost completely uncharted, the ice masses set wide enough apart for a ship to pass.

You shiver. Well, as it wasn't cold enough. Now you can't stop thinking about the freezing hell stretching far to the north.

The domain of ice dragon and unimaginable horrors!

You wrap yourself in a fur blanket. You never had a chance to learn how to read and Astarion always teased you about that. Whenever you wanted him to read for you, he would try to sit you down and teach but you knew the dance. You would make puppy eyes and praise Astarion's voice and the vampire would give up and read any book you want.

But the end of autumn met you far in the north, in the town of Firesheer. You got sick and, by the time you fully recovered, it was already too cold and dangerous to keep travelling.

So you decided to wait until the beginning of spring. In the meantime, Astarion finally made you learn to read.

Along with seals, walruses and polar bears, the Sea of Moving Ice is also home to other dangers. Lairs of ice trolls can be found in errant shipwrecks, and white dragons often make home within larger icebergs.

White dragons! For some reason, the idea of seeing those creatures fascinates you. You turn pages further trying to find a chapter about them.

Adult white dragons have several abilities well suited to their arctic habitat: they can climb ice cliffs with ease, fly very high and fast, and are exceptional swimmers.

The door to the room opens and you see Astarion.

"I thought you wanted to walk around till sunrise?" you ask.

He doesn't say anything and sits behind you wrapping his hands around your chest and pressing his face against the crook of your neck.

"Astarion, is everything all right?"

He doesn't move as if frozen. You suppress a desire to stand up to hug him, to make him tell you everything. Maybe, a year ago you would have done it, but now you know better. Sometimes it's best not to pay attention.

You caress his knuckles.

"I've read a few chapters already. Well, of course, you would have finished the whole book, but I am trying my best."

Another page. The picture of a fortress captures your attention. It looks like a giant skull adorned with a crown.

Grimskalle.

No matter how much Far North scares you, your innate desire for adventure craves to see all these places.

Astarion is silent and motionless. He wraps you tightly not allowing you to move. Maybe something triggered him? Reminded him of his recent past? Or is he just overwhelmed? He almost never spends nights inside, even if there is a snowstorm like that.

"Thank you for having patience with me", you say. "You were right. Being able to read feels so nice."

Silence. You listen up. Astarion has a very unsettling skill of being able to cry without making almost any sound.

"I love you."

The words return you to reality. Astarion holds you tightly and presses his lips against the nape of your neck. You feel as if you were submerged in warm waters.

"I love you too, Astarion" You smile.

Expressing his feelings doesn't come easy for him. While he's become adept at discussing negative emotions, fears, and traumas with you, simple confessions are still quite rare.

"No, you don't understand," he muffles. "I love you. If I were alive, my heart would skip a beat every time I see you. You are so warm and kind, I can't believe you are real. Your sole presence is enough to wash away the nightmares from my mind. I feel new with you. I feel innocent. I feel … redeemed."

You finally set yourself free and turn to him. Tears prickle in the corners of his eyes but he smiles with this sincere goofy smile you saw on the graveyard for the first time.

The real him.

You cup his face and kiss his forehead. Then you proceed kissing his cheeks and lips, making sure no part of his face is left untouched.

"So, you’ve returned earlier to tell me all that?"

"Yes. You always tell me good things. How much you love me; how much you care. You bath me with affection and I just wanted to reciprocate."

You shake your head. "My love, we agreed on that. You don't need to reciprocate. You don't owe me anything…"

He sighs. No his face looks serious. "Isn't love always about a fair exchange? One-sided affection sounds awful. I owe you and you owe me. That’s the deal, isn't it?"

You reluctantly agree. Yes, if Astarion never returned any love, you would probably have lost any interest in this relationship months ago.

But, gods, he loves you!

There is so much love and care in him! Somehow, Astarion managed to conceal them deep within his undead heart that he forgot about their existence.

But yet he found access to them as if finally obtaining the key from an intricate locked box.

Ability to love.

Ability to care.

Ability to laugh and enjoy life to its fullest.

When you wake up, the first thing you see is his eyes. He watches you sleeping with such adoration it makes your heart skip a beat. He cares about you so much; you can fully give yourself to him and not worry about anything.

Astarion, your beloved.

"You know... I lied"

"About what?"

"That nothing bothered me when I came back"

"Oh? What happened?"

He turns away collecting his thoughts. "You know... I've never really thought about the nature of our relationships. The very idea someone could love me the way I am seemed ridiculous. When I confessed to you, I expected you to break up with me. I couldn't understand what you are to me. My love? My partner? My significant other? I didn’t know. To this day."

The conversation takes an unexpected turn and you wait.

"I walked around the town and bumped into a woman - she was closing her jewerly store. She started bothering me with all these stupid questions. Where we are from, where we are heading. Who you are. Who I am. Who we are to each other. And, well… I ended up buying something."

"Buying? Not stealing?"

"We are going to spend here at least two months. Wouldn’t be smart to steal from locals. Close your eyes."

You oblige and in a second you feel something cold on your palm.

Two rings.

"W-what is this, Astarion?"

"She was trying to find out if you are single. Or if I am single. She probably couldn't decide which of us she liked more. I just… threw her money saying "We are going to marry so fuck off."

"Oh?"

"Listen... if you don’t like this idea... I..."

"I do."

You take his left hand and without hesitation put the ring on his finger. Then you kiss the knuckles and it seals the deal.

Astarion's hand is trembling as he puts on the second ring on you. "I want to see the world with you, Tav. I want to see all these weird and scary places. I want to be with you. I want to be with you in every possible form."

You lean for a kiss. "And we are going to see the Sea of Moving Ice !"

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nourangul · 22 days ago

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Bad Habits

Truthfully, I know nothing about Caught Stealing, I have the book on order, but it has to get here before I can get a sense of what his character will be. That didn't stop me from being utterly taken by the Matt Smith Punk Era. So without further ado, a shot in the dark but with nighttime vibes I really like: Red from the upcoming Caught Stealing with Austin Butler.

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It was late, the darkness pressing hard on those still up and about like an oppressive blanket beckoning to sleep. She had yet to go to bed or even attempt to and the need for sleep clawed at her eyes as surely as her tears had. The lighter clicked alive and left her eyes dazzled as she sparked another cheap fucking cigarette to life. Her ashtray was near full to overflowing, ash dusting the kitchen table that was every bit as cheap as her cigarettes with its new scuffs. Another stupid fight with another stupid boyfriend. Another breakup to add to the fucking list. Gods, how fucking many times before she fucking learned? And how many fucking times before she stopped calling him? At least Red hadn’t picked up this time, but she still left a message. He was still a bad habit, same as the cheap fucking cigarettes and she had no real want to quitting either. “Maybe he won’t come or call, maybe he’s finally fucking done with our bullshit.” She murmured to the thick darkness that coated her rundown apartment in silence. It was cheap like everything else, cheap like her, but it was home. Though even she couldn’t find comfort in the silence anymore and went to the record player and her favorite moping album. Venus In Furs by The Velvet Underground crackled over the barely holding on speaker and she let out a sigh of relief. It was her favorite song for late night. She'd gone through so many singles that she’d just bought the entire record… a few times. No matter how dark her thoughts were, this song always got her moving. And it always seemed to herald a knock at the door. Like a demon called to some archaic chant, Red always seemed to show up to this song. When she needed him the most—and wished equally hard she didn’t. And he never denied her the company. His hair was down and pushed to one side and damp… was it raining? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter as she pulled him inside and slipped into his arms like it was as easy as breathing. He smelled like stale cigarettes, cheap beer, and sweat, the leather jacket needed a good cleaning, but she didn’t care. He was big, warm, strong and… Her complete weakness. Always and ever in his arms. Always and never under him making her barely big enough bed squeak and bang against the wall. When she kissed him, he tasted like home with an edge of salt from her own tears. “Stay, Red? Even if it’s just until morning.” She wasn’t begging, nor exactly… but she was close. Dignity didn’t factor when she was pressed against him. Something soft and chilled against a heated brick wall. “We gotta stop meeting like this—makes me wanna fucking kill whatever idiot made you cry like this.” He was gruff and his voice was low and he’d make good on the threat. Somehow, it was funny. Just a little bit. “Even if the idiot is you, sometimes?” He shook his head and held her face in his hands. A slice of warm heaven. “You ever gonna let me be your fucking idiot, babe? Or am I just a bad habit?” Her eyes were dark as the song ended and she laid her chilly hands atop his. “Maybe you can be born. Ask me in the morning, Red. Right now, I’ll make you promises I can’t keep and you deserve better than that from me.” They both knew that was a lie. She’d make good on every single promise he pulled out of her. She always had.

Bonus punk Matty:

#caught stealing #matt smith #red x reader #matt smith red #matt smith caught stealing #matthew robert smith #matt smith punk era

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michelleleewise · 2 years ago

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Long Live The King

Pairing: King Jotun Loki x Asgardian female reader

Warnings: healing, mentions of injury, recovery, swearing, soft love making, p in v, unprotected sex, switch!loki, insecurities, self doubt, mentions of past relationship.

Summary: you are reunited with a friend as you heal...you and Loki have a much needed talk...

A/n- aaahhh!!! We've reached the end!!!! Well there will be an epilogue but this is it! A very very special thank you to @mochie85 for all your support and vibe checking!!! I appreciate you more then you know!!! 💚💚💚

Part Twelve--Part Thirteen-(finale)

You slowly waded through the darkness, the sound of rushed voices surrounded you but you couldn't make out who they were, couldn't see anything but the all encompassing darkness. "Do something!" Loki's voice resonated through you. "She may never wake my king." Another echoed through your mind. You wanted to open your eyes, to see his beautiful face, to reach out and touch him, assure him you were still here but it was no use, your body wouldn't budge as your mind screamed "I'm here!" Into the void.

You weren't sure how long you floated, disembodied in the darkness when another voice pushed through pulling you towards it.

To be, or not to be, that is the question:

The voice was familiar, soothing. You tried to move towards it as it continued

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

You felt the soft fur under your fingers as you slowly regained your senses. The pillow under your head making you sigh.

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep,

You tried to take a breath, a stabbing pain shooting through your chest making you exhale quickly, gripping the fur under your hand,

No more; and by a sleep to say we end, the heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

You slowly opened your eyes, a soft light shone through the room, licking the stone ceiling when the familiar voice sounded again "y/n?" Slowly tilting your head you couldn't help smile seeing Alrik sat next to you, book in hand "a...alrik..." you sighed, your voice hoarse and strained seeing him smile "thank the norns." He sighed, spotting a tear run down his cheek you slid your hand closer to him feeling his engulph yours. "We...we were afraid you may not wake." He said shakely looking down. "W..what.." you whispered, trying to clear your throat "you were...run through." He said looking back up at you "the king spoke to me of your bravery, that you saved his life." He said smiling "I did what I had to." You said trying to sit up, wincing at the pain in your chest when Alrik gently grabbed your arm "no y/n, you must rest." He said pressing your shoulder back down.

"Ah fuck." You hissed placing a hand on your chest feeling the bandages "h...how long..." you asked seeing Alrik reach over to the table "it has been two weeks since the king brought you back." He said filling a cup with water "two weeks.." you whispered feeling your eyes burn "yes, you lost a great deal of blood." He said "now lift up a bit." He said gently placing his hand under your head he brought the cup to your lips tilting it back slowly you couldn't stop the moan that escaped you as the ice cold water hit your tongue. "Easy, not too fast." He cooed pulling the cup back. "When you are ready I will have food brought up, but you must go slow." He said sternly. "Where...is Loki..." you trailed off looking around "He has sat with you from the beginning, but I told him he needed to rest so I made him leave." He smiled making you laugh. "You made the fierce king of Jotunhiem take a nap?" You laughed gritting your teeth through the pain. "It was either he went willingly or I would drag him, he chose the former." He said, you both laughing.

"Oh I wish I could have seen that." You said wiping a tear from your eye. "I can be quite persistent." He said smiling "I can see that." You said looking into the fire. "What were you reading?" You asked seeing the book on the bed. "Oh, it is one of the Kings favorites, Hamlet by a man named shakespear." He said picking it up "the king has a great love for the written word, this is a midgardian author and while he usually doesn't enjoy their literature he is quite fond of this one." He said opening it back up. "Would you...if you don't mind..." you started seeing him smile "lay back and I shall continue." He said clearing his throat. You pressed your head back to the pillow, closing your eyes you focused on his voice as you drifted off back into a deep slumber.

Washing your hands you slowly made your way out of the en suite bracing against the wall seeing Alrik walk in with a tray in his hand "y/n, you are supposed to be resting." He scolded setting the tray on the bed quickly walking over holding out his hand "my apologies, but nature waits for no one." You laughed placing your palm in his "well, alright then I suppose I can understand that." He said guiding you back to the bed "I brought you some soup and fresh fruit." He said nodding at the tray "Alrik, it has been several days now, when will i get actual food?" You whined hearing him laugh "when I believe your stomach can handle it." He said helping you onto the bed, fluffing the pillows behind you before pulling the furs up over your legs "um, has Loki come by?" You asked quietly looking down as he set the tray on your lap. "He has, you were sleeping and I told him not to disturb you." He said taking a seat next to you. "I...I miss him." You whispered stirring your spoon through the soup "He does as well, but he knows you must heal, you have been through a great deal." He said making you sigh.

"Do not fret, you will see him soon I assure you." He smiled standing up walking to the fireplace. "Sure..." you sighed setting your spoon down. "What is the matter?" He asked stoking the fire. "Alrik, what if..." you trailed off leaning back against the headboard "what if he...doesn't want me." You asked quietly looking down at your lap "well that's preposterous, of course he does." Alrik said rejoining you on the bed "but what if he changed his mind? He's jotun...I'm asgardian...we..." you sighed feeling your eyes burn "when we were in Asgard he...he spoke of her..." you said looking into the fire "y/n..." Alrik started when you shook your head "He called her the woman he loved." You said fidgeting with your fingers "how am I to compare to his warrior princess?" You asked feeling a tear slide down your cheek.

"Dear Y/n, that was long ago. Yes he loved her, he mourned her but he has let her go." Alrik said grabbing your hand squeezing "I know him better then most and I assure you if he did not feel the same for you, you would not be here now." He said rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb. "Trust me when I say your feelings are not in vain, but you will need to speak to him, it is not my place to say how he feels." He said squeezing your hand again before letting go "but he has not come, how am I speak to him when I do not see him?" You asked crossing your arms "He has been occupied with the princess from vanahiem... and not in the way you think." He said as you opened your mouth "he tried her for treason and had her sent home, she has been banished from this realm." He said as you nodded.

"Well can he come now?" You asked biting your lip. "Unfortunately no, he is in Asgard presently." Alrik said looking down "wha...why?" You asked sitting up "he has been meeting with the Allmother and the new King...Thor." he said "they have been negotiating the return of the casket of ancient winters to our people and getting to know eachother better." He said smiling. "They have alot of catching up to do." He said standing up "but the moment he returns I will tell him you are requesting to see him." He said as you nodded. "Alright..." you sighed settling back. "Eat and rest, I will inform you the moment he returns" He said walking to the door "and y/n..." he said making you look up "be patient with him, his path has not been an easy one." He said opening the door "i...I will." You smiled as he walked out closing the door behind him. "Loki..." you whispered, closing your eyes you tilted your head back against the headboard hoping Alrik was right.

You tossed and turned unable to get comfortable as your mind raced. It had been another few days and still no word from Loki and it was making you anxious. Maybe he has changed his mind you thought as you sat up running a hand through your hair. You pulled the furs back, swinging your legs over the side gasping as your feet touched the cold stone floor. "Where are those..." you trailed off spotting the fur slippers Alrik gave you by the fireplace. You pushed yourself up, your knees wobbling as you made your way to the chair next to the fire, you sat down slipping them on looking around spotting the dark green robe he had left on the bed. "Maybe a walk will help clear my mind." You said to yourself gripping the sides of the chair you stood up, walking over you slipped the robe on tieing it, the material cascading down pooling around your feet reminding you of the long dresses princesses wore.

You pulled it up around your neck, bringing the soft material to your nose closing your eyes inhaling deeply. Loki's scent lingered on it, flooding your senses reminding you of the night in the bathing chambers, the feel of his cool skin pressed to yours, the way his eyes pierced your soul making you shiver when you thought back over the last few weeks, how he hadn't come and seen you...the trips to Asgard, he's probably arranging your return your mind raced, opening your eyes a tear slipping down your cheek making you sigh "one more look around, for old times sake." You said wiping your cheek you slowly opened the door peeking your head out.

The sitting room was dark save for the fire burning low in the fireplace. You tried to take a deep breath, a dull ache still present in your chest as you slowly exhaled lifting the front of the robe you slowly walked towards the door, the material trailing behind you reminding you of how much larger he was when you heard a soft groan come from the darkness making you freeze. You turned your head, squinting seeing a large figure laying on the chaise that you once called yours. "Alrik?" You whispered, earning another groan as you slowly crept closer, your eyes adjusting seeing the figure was definitely larger then you yet not as much as Alrik. "Loki..." you breathed stepping next to the chaise you looked him up an down. One long leg hung over the side, his bare foot sitting on the floor while the other bent at the knee leaning against the back, his long fingers linked over his stomach. Your eyes traveled up watching his chest slowly move up and down with each breath.

He can't be comfortable you thought seeing his head propped up on the arm a small pillow under his neck, loose stands of his ebony hair hung down curtaining part of his face. You slowly reached out, your fingers grazing his skin as you gently pushed his hair back hearing him sigh when a hand suddenly grabbed your wrist pulling you forward, freezing feeling a sharp object pressed to your throat "l...loki?" You whispered closing your eyes "y/n?" He asked, quickly pulling the object away from your neck, looking down seeing it was a dagger as it hit the floor, the light reflecting on the blade "i...I'm sorry, I didn't meant to disturb you, i..." you rambled as he quickly released your wrist, taking a few steps back you watched him sit up.

"You did not, I have just learned to sleep lightly." He said, his deep voice heavy witj sleep running a hand through his hair. "How are you feeling?" He asked looking up at you "why haven't you come to see me?" You asked taking a small step closer "I have, you were resting." He explained leaning back spreading his knees apart "and...your trips to Asgard..." you trailed off looking down "what of them?" He asked sharply "are you..." you sighed rubbing your wrist looking up into his eyes "do you plan on sending me back?" You rushed out biting your lip "wha...no." He said sternly leaning forward "unless...that is what you wish." He said quietly as you nodded, his eyes trailing down to your wrist. "D...did I hurt you?" He whispered as you shook your head "no, I was only startled." You said seeing him hold his hand out "may I see?"

You took another step forward, standing between his parted legs he grabbed your wrist to see if he had bruised you...gently pushing the sleeve of the robe to your elbow his fingers ghosting over your skin as they traveled back down to your wrist, your eyes fluttering shut at the sensation "how does that feel?" He asked, his cold fingertips trailing along your warm skin leaving goosebumps in their wake "g...good." you breathed opening your eyes they met his as he brought your wrist to his lips, placing a soft kiss on the inside "l...loki..." you breathed when he moved down kissing your palm "hmm?" He hummed bringing your fingertips to his lips "i...I don't want to go back." You whispered, gasping as his lips wrapped around your finger sucking lighlty, his cold tongue running the length of your finger as he slowly moved his head back, arousal pooling inside you as he pulled off your finger with a quiet pop.

"Then stay here...with me." He said lacing his fingers with yours, his ruby eyes soft as they met yours again. You reached your free hand out, cupping his cheek watching his eyes flutter shut as your fingers traced the ridges along his skin. You pulled away from him making his eyes shoot open "y/n..." he whispered as you reached up untying the robe "what are you..." he trailed off as you reached down lifting your shift you placed your knees on either side of his thighs, straddling his lap bracing yourself on his broad shoulders "i...I do not think this is wise." He stuttered as you kneeled up making him crane his neck up to look at you. "You are still healing y/n." He said more sternly, his voice wavering near the end making you smile. "Shut up Loki." You purred leaning down you pressed your lips to his.

Your fingers gripped his tunic tightly while the other traveled up to lace through his hair cupping the back of his head you tugged his hair lightly skimming your tongue along his lower lip, a groan escaping his mouth as he parted his lips. You slid your tongue into his waiting mouth, slowly swirling your tongue with his earning another groan when you felt his hands slide up your bare thighs towards the hem of your shift. Tilting his head he teased your tongue with his sliding his hands slowly up your sides to your shoulders, gripping the robe in both hands he slid it down your arms to your elbows, his fingers moving with precision back to the straps of your shift, sliding his fingers under he slowly slid them down joining the robe.

You moaned into his mouth feeling his hand slide across the bare skin of your back, his fingertips ghosting across the newly scarred flesh. He pulled back slightly, his lips trailed kisses across your jaw down your neck. You tilted your head down gripping his hair tightly in your hand feeling his teeth graze across your pulse point "loki..." you panted into his ear, his lips continuing their path across your skin as you held his head your chest. You tilted you head back, screwing your eyes shut feeling his fingers at the top of your shift, slowly pulling it down revealing the mark on your chest. "My warrior..." he breathed against your skin, placing a gentle kiss on the scar sending a shiver down your spine. You dropped your arms to your sides letting the robe slip off your arms and slide to the floor as he pulled the shift down, lifting your arms you let him slide it off pooling at your waist leaving your chest bare to him.

You instinctively lifted your arms to cover yourself when he gently grabbed your wrists, eyes meeting yours shuddering seeing his pupils blown wide "please...do not hide from me." He said, his voice shakey with lust as his eyes drank you in "so beautiful..." he breathed, releasing your wrists you closed your eyes feeling his hand slide to your back pulling you towards him his other sliding to your collar bone, his fingers wrapping gently around your neck as he leaned in pressing open mouth kisses at the swell of your breast, the sensation making your core clench "loki...please..." you panted, rocking your hips against him gasping as his lips sealed tightly around your nipple, his cold tongue swirling around the tip making your back arch into him.

You pressed your palm to his chest, sliding down your fingers searched for the fastening of his tunic needing to feel his bare skin against yours when you felt the air around you vibrate. Opening your eyes you saw a green light envelope him before leaving him bare under you. "Gods... Loki..." you moaned, your fingers tracing the ridges of his skin up his chest to his shoulders digging your nails in when he bit down on your nipple "aahh...fuck..." you groaned "p...please...I n...need you." You panted feeling his erection press against your thigh. He pulled back with a soft pop looking up at you, reaching down he grabbed the shift pulling it over your head tossing it aside when his hands slid to your bare thighs

"i...I wish for you to command me..." he said, his voice husky with arousal "tell me what you want." He breathed looking into your eyes "make me yours Loki...claim me." You growled seeing something feral flash in his eyes "y..yes my queen." His voice gravely as you kneeled up slightly, one hand grabbing your hip while the other wrapped around his cock, guiding you forward you groaned feeling his tip slide through your folds when his eyes met yours again. "You are certain? This is what you want?" He panted, his eyes searching yours as you leaned forward pressing your forehead to his "I have never wanted anything more then I do you...loki laufeyson." You said seeing him smile. "Now please...give me what I desire." You whispered feeling the tip of his cock at your entrance "as you wish." He growled, gripping your hips he pushed you down hard, stretching your walls to their limit as you sank down on him

"m..my q...queen..." he groaned, screwing his eyes shut you felt his nails dig into the flesh of your hips "h..holy fuck..." you moaned as you took him all in, your hips meeting his as he bottomed out inside you. "N..norns your s..so...tight." he growled lifting his hips slightly making you moan "f..fuuu...loki..." you gritted clenching around him "aahh...if you keep doing that..." he panted looking up at you "im afraid I will not last long." He said holding your hips to his. "Let's see about that." You smiled, slowly lifting your hips you watched his head fall back against the chaise, his mouth open in a soundless moan as you sank back down. "Y..y/n.." he panted as you set a steady pace, gripping the chaise on either side of his head you leaned down capturing his lips with yours as you slowly rocked up and down.

His hands slid around to cup your ass, his hips thrusting up to meet yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding yourself to him you kissed him hard, pressing his head back claiming his mouth as he was claiming you. You pulled back biting his lip hearing him groan as you took him in. His lips red and swollen, his cheeks flushed, his hair a mess of disheveled curls...he had never been more beautiful then in that moment "w...mm...what is it?" He asked, thrusting hard into you clenching his jaw "aahh fuu...you...you truly are b...beautiful." You breathed pressing your forehead to his seeing him smile again "i will n..never tire of hearing you say that." He said placing a gentle kiss on your lips.

You quickened your pace, feeling his cock twitch inside you making you shudder "i..ahh I'm going to..." he moaned snapping his hips hard into you "come Loki...give me everything." You demanded, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten your walls clenched hard around him "i...i lo..." the words died on his lips as your fingers laced through his hair, pulling hard at the nape you closed your eyes, the room filled with your moans, the sound of his skin against yours sending you over the edge as the coil snapped "L...loki!" You yelled tilting your head back you came hard around him "i...I love you y/n..." he moaned, gripping your hips he thrust up hard, holding you there as his cock throbbed spilling inside you. You rocked your hips a few more times, riding him through his high before collapsing against his chest, feeling his heart racing.

You closed your eyes, the sound of the fire cracking mixed with your combined breathing soothed you as you pressed your hot skin against his as you floated through your euphoria "How are you feeling?" You heard him through your blissful haze, smiling feeling a soft warmth envelope your shoulders. Opening your eyes you saw a deep green blanket wrapped around your shoulders feeling his hand slide up and down your back "i...I'm good." You whispered snuggling closer to him feeling the dull ache in your chest "Alrik has told me you are doing well in your healing." He said making you pull back frowning "Well you could have seen for yourself." You said seeing his eyebrows furrow "I did y/n, several times at great threat to my person." He said tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Well, I never saw you." You whispered looking down tracing a line across his chest.

"Y/n look at me." He said sternly making you stiffen, your eyes meeting his "I did not and will not leave you." He said, a seriousness in his tone leaving no room for argument "but...nevermind" you sighed pressing your face into his neck wrapping your arms around his middle "but what? Tell me." He said running a hand through your hair. "Your...her." you whispered closing your eyes "her who?" He asked grabbing your shoulders making you sit back "your...princess." you whispered looking down "y/n, I banished her, i..." "no...Her!." You snapped making him fall silent, his hands sliding down your arms as realization hit him

"y/n, please hear me when I say that was my past." He said cupping your cheeks in his large hands "you are my future." He smiled rubbing your cheek with his thumb "my asgardian." He said making you smile. "And I will spend the rest of my days showing you how much I love you." He said pulling you forward pressing your forehead to his "I love you too Loki...my king." You whispered feeling him twitch inside you "mmm...you have no idea what you do to me." He growled closing his eyes "but you are about to find out." He said lacing his hands under your thighs he stood up as you quickly gripped his shoulders wrapping your legs around his waist "let me show you how...deep my feelings are." He cooed waking towards the bed chamber capturing your lips with his.

Pulling back as he gently laid you on the bed leaning over you feeling him harden inside you "Loki..." you moaned rocking your hips up to his "I do hope you like my chambers, you will be spending a great deal of time here." He growled snapping his hips into you "im afraid I will never have my fill of you." He groaned, leaning down peppered kisses along your neck to your ear, biting down making you clench around him. "Mmm interesting....let us see how far i can bend you hmm?" He whispered in your ear making you shudder "y..yes my king...."

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talesof-old · 2 years ago

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sweet mornings | b.s.

pairing: bran stark x gn!reader

warning(s): none

word count: 369

winter vibes series

bran and you on cold mornings

prompt: keeping warm, “there’s like, three different things I’d rather be doing right now.”

masterlist

Featherlight strokes along your shoulder slowly drew you from sleep, and it only took you a moment to feel the biting cold on the skin of your cheeks. You sighed, reveling in the touch of Bran as sleep left to your body. Mornings alone were rare these days, what with the many families within the walls of Winterfell and the rationing.

A bird chirped outside and you hummed, tugging the blankets until they covered your shoulders. You were still learning to love the cold.

You curled further into Bran’s body, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck to keep the cold air at bay. Winter had been brutal so far, leaving you frozen to the bone with nearly no hope of getting warm. Bran, on the other hand, seemed completely unbothered. You’d assumed it was probably due to living beyond the Wall for so long.

“We can’t lay here all day.”

Bran whispered against your crown, a smile in his words he didn’t bother to hide. You grinned, eyes still closed, and pressed a kiss to his shoulder. You’d stay here as long as possible. In here, the responsibilities of your positions couldn’t touch you, and you could simply be yourselves.

“Or,” you mumbled, voice still raspy from sleep, “we could stay in here until someone comes looking.”

He let out a light scoff and you huffed, clinging to him even more. The fur blankets atop your bodies tickled your cheeks and you sighed in contentment. Bran traced circles along your skin, ice cold hands soothing along your overheated body. There was something so soothing to his presence.

“I’m not sure I can do that,” humor dripped from his voice. “There’s like, three different things I’d rather be doing right now.” You pushed yourself up, indignation written across your face. Bran was smiling, the edges of his eyes crinkled as he watched you.

You gave him a playful shove and scoffed, an exaggerated huff leaving your lips. He chuckled, reaching for you to wrap his arms around your bare shoulders.

“I love you.” His words were simple, spoken as a statement rather than a declaration. Adoration lined every syllable.

You hummed, leaning into him.

“And I you.”

#game of thrones x reader #game of thrones #house of dragons x reader #house of the dragon #house of the dragon x reader #bran stark x reader #bran stark #a song of ice and fire #house stark #winter vibes ff

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florbexter · 1 month ago

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Heyyyyyyyy

I love your TianWang very moments fics and just wanted to ask if you would maybe write something cute and sweet for them with a cat??

oh, thank you so much ❤️ how can I say no to a story with a cat T.T thank you for the prompt

warmth spilling over the edge [AO3]

Sheng Wang tried to make himself small. It wasn’t easy because he was 185 cm tall and tried to make himself small in the narrow space between Mr Ding’s little white house and its neighbour.

He even tried to breathe as shallow as possible but knew that in a few moments, he needed to take a big breath, or he would feel like suffocating.

“What are you doing?”

Sheng Wang flinched, turned to express his surprise with a slap on Jiang Tian’s shoulder and shushed him.

Jiang Tian caught his hand and crouched next to him, which was way more distracting than his sudden appearance.

“What are you doing?”, Jiang Tian asked again, this time in a whisper next to Sheng Wang's ear. It felt a little like a punishment for the slap.

Sheng Wang pressed his lips together and looked heavenwards to ask for patience.

“I heard something,” Sheng Wang whispered back.

Before he could explain further the little mew appeared again.

“That, did you hear that? There’s a cat.”

Jiang Tian frowned and slid closer. Now two big shadows stared into the narrow space. Sheng Wang hoped they emitted enough non-threatening vibes for the cat to not be afraid of them.

It took a few moments, an hour, three years until a small ball of fur appeared from a pile of abandoned tiles.

“A kitten,” Sheng Wang whispered. It was tiny, dirty and stared at them until it decided they were worth its time. With a much louder, demanding, meow it trotted towards them. Before Sheng Wang could react, Jiang Tian moved and snatched the kitten the moment it was within grabbing distance. The kitten yowled indignantly.

“It’s so tiny,” Sheng Wang said in awe. Now, in the bright noon daylight, it was revealed that the kitten wasn’t dark in colour, just dirty. White with orange spots all over it, like a cow, Sheng Wang thought amused.

The kitten had stopped yowling and seemed to enjoy Jiang Tian’s gentle strokes along its tiny body.

Sheng Wang scoffed and then tried not to blush.

“Where do you think it came from?”

“It’s hard to say. There are always cats around here. Some were abandoned, some dumbed here because people know Mr. Ding will take care of them.”

“Oh.” That was a sad thought.

“We should get it bathed and fed,” Jiang Tian said, and Sheng Wang followed him into the house.

Mr Ding wasn’t surprised about their new guest and just pointed them to a wash bowl they could use.

“Do you think we could smuggle it into the dorm?” Sheng Wang moved his fingers back and forth in front of the kitten, who tried to catch them, the fur on its head still a little damp. Its belly was round and full and while Sheng Wang’s finger seemed like an enticing catch it yawned a couple of times and at some point, just laid there and lazily slapped after them.

“I don’t think Gao Tianyang or Shi Yu could keep that a secret for long,” Jiang Tian said while he tried to dry the water stains on his uniform.

Sheng Wang pursed his lips. He never had a pet growing up.

After a silent battle that lasted only a few seconds the kitten fell asleep, outstretched, one soft paw against Sheng Wang’s finger. Sheng Wang leaned forward to lie his head against the couch and stare at the kitten. It was so tiny. It had little freckles all around its little nose.

“It has your eyes,” Jiang Tian said suddenly, and Sheng Wang frowned at him.

“Bright and shiny.”

It was the earnestness, Sheng Wang thought while the heat burned its way from his neck up his face. It was also the dimple and barely contained smile because Jiang Tian knew how much Sheng Wang liked to be complimented. It was Jiang Tian’s hand that joined him on the couch, brushed softly over the little paw, onwards to Sheng Wang’s finger.

Outside Mr Ding shook out laundry before he hung it on the line. The sun shone inside the house, and Sheng Wang felt Jiang Tian’s touch like a hug. He never wanted to leave.

end.

#the on1y one #florbexter writes #ao3 link

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kaeyx · 9 months ago

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anon who suggested demon beastzai here again !! meeting demon beastzai probably consists of months withstanding very very strange things happening wherever you go and even more so within your house. from lights flashing off and on, scratch marks on the wall, your stuff going missing, things being misplaced…. im not sure how reader and demon beastzai would even meet but i would think after you did, he got hooked on you immediately therefore the weird things start happening

it isnt until he actually makes himself FULLY known to you does he start showing up in front of you with little to no regards of your comfort, im sorry you just have a new roommate !! no takesies backsies !! he lingers behind you randomly , wrapping his arms around him and dotes on you. sure maybe he messes you with and maybe it’s a lot but it’s nothing too serious!!! yet. yet at least. unless youre so insistent on getting rid of him but you dont really have the power to actually do so, so he plays with you lightly <3

oh and he totally watches you take baths or showers, he’s like a cat he will follow you into every room. and let him nuzzle you while he holds you in bed wont you? no he won’t let you outside that much anymore, if you need something he can just order someone to get it for you ! he has a lot of power you know ? why would you need to go outside without him? if you really want to that badly, he supposes he could shapeshift into a human form but he’d really rather stay at home with you.

also going back to what someone said abt the demons faking that they have heats/ruts YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT DOES NOT HAVE DEMON BEASTZAI ALL OVER IT. HE WOULD DEFINITELY DO THIS…. just hearing him whine while he buries his face into your neck and he presses against you, practically humping you and hes just complaining about how painful this rut is for him !!! even the strongest demons have their weaknesses, youre the only person who can help him :(( he cant go to anyone else

I also don't know how demon Beastzai would come around to be honest.... he just pops up and decides to stay. The closest explanation I can come up with is he's some sort of lord/ruler in the underworld? That could serve as substitute for the PM, but I'm not too concerned about logistics I want the vibes. Somehow, someway, Beastzai decides he's your new roommate and now refuses to leave. Even worse if you live in a little studio apartment, because it's impossible to keep your distance or have any personal space. He'll sit with you, sneak into your bed, poke his head into the bathroom while you're showering, and nothing you do or say will stop him.

Beastzai also refuses to let you leave! He can magic groceries and takeout into your hands, you can shop and order stuff online, why would you ever have to step foot outside? If you complain about being confined to such a small space he'll offer to bring you back home with him, but of course that "home" isn't anywhere in this plane of existence. If you insist on going outside he shapeshifts into a hauntingly beautiful man, his dark fur turning into a dark coat, claws turning into long, nimble fingers. If the light hits his eye just right you swear it looks red. And he holds your hand everywhere you go, of course. Doctors' office, grocery store, he'll even hang off your arm while you're trying to work, exercise, go to class... And he'll be whining constantly about going back inside. He's got a million excuses: pollen, the sun hurts his eyes, he doesn't like getting wet, it's too hot, it's too cold, people make him anxious... It's neverending. And god forbid you have to take public transport, he'll hug you from behind, rest his chin on your shoulder, and glower at anyone who tries to stand close to you until they get off.

As for how he'd look, I have a few ideas but he's mostly the same as regular Demonzai. Big, tall, not buff just broad shouldered, horns and fangs and big claws. Lots of dark brown/black fur especially on his stomach and back. Maybe slit pupils? Yellow or red eyes, perhaps a forked tongue. He might even have backwards knees like animals do, generally I imagine him as part goat with some monster features added. If you strip him naked there won't be a lot of difference between Beast Demonzai and normal Demonzai imo, maybe a few more scars on Beastzai.

Also OUGJSVJDKVJD YES HE FAKES HIS RUTS ALL THE TIMEEEE he gets extra clingy and puts his hands all over you and whines pathetically, humping your leg and crying about how painful it is, walking naked around the house because he's "overheating" and conveniently letting you see every inch of him... And much like regular Demonzai he's not opposed to straight up holding you down and taking what he wants, or using you in your sleep.

#dazai.bsd #demon!dazai #demon!beast!dazai #beastzai.bsd

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jessfromouterspace · 1 year ago

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kinktober/flufftober mashup - all bg3 vibes

round three - astarion/tav - gift giving & bite marks (ao3 link)

astarion was a request, please feel free to request your fave

"Don't you dare peek." Her attempts to sound threatening bring a warm laugh from Astarion, her hands clamped over his eyes as he has to lower himself ever so slightly so that she can even reach.

"I'm wounded, I would never ever, darling." He purrs, letting her lead him to another room of their home deep in the underdark, one they haven't given much thought to as they work at making it their own.

"But please do hurry, you know I'm not patient." His feet tap, his excitement to see the surprise she has waiting for him threatening to burst right through.

"Almost there." There's a slight strain in her voice as they make their way through the arched doorway, heading into what they had hoped to turn into a library. He feels a new bit of warmth take hold, something other than his love at his back.

"Okay." She turns him slightly, the whole of her body pressed against his back to try to keep her hands over his eyes.

"Open your eyes." The trepidation in her voice is slight, but he catches it, the worry that he may not like what he sees.

His voice catches in his throat as he takes in the sight. She has taken this deep, dark room and painted a warm, blue sunny sky on the ceiling, a sun cresting the city skyline across the back wall, then where it gives way to trees and mountains on the side walls. She has filled the room with candles and lanterns, some lit by flame, others magic. The warmth and glow feel real, like sunlight on his skin. She has filled the shelves lining the back wall with books and there is a large chaise in the center of the room, with furs draped over it and lining the floors.

He can't tear his eyes from the sight, but he reaches for her, pulling her into a tight hug, burying his face in her hair. She can feel his tears hit her skin.

"You've done the unthinkable, you've rendered me speechless, love." He turns her in his arms, wrapping her tight, keeping her back pressed to his chest. "Thank you." He presses a kiss to the top of her head, lingering in silence, his awe at the gift he was given.

"Anything for you." She let's her head fall back against his shoulder. "For us." She corrects herself, laying her hands over his and threading their fingers together.

"Its…. Well, it's just perfect." His sigh is heavy, still in disbelief that not only would this woman love him, him, but that she loves him enough to follow him into the underdark and work at creating a haven for them.

"Like you." They say in unison, each laughing at the other, and themselves.

He's the first to break the contact, leading them over to the chaise as he lays back before pulling her on top of him, holding her tight.

She can't help but watch his face as he stares at the sky, his scarlet eyes glistening as he notices the bit of enchantment she did to have birds flying overhead.

She runs her fingers through his silver curls while his own hands tighten around her waist. He leans into her touch as she wraps her leg around his hips, bringing them closer together.

"If you wish." Her voice is soft, an offer, another gift, as she tilts her head back, her hair falling away as her neck is exposed for him.

He leans in, pressing his lips softly to her lips first, a sweet, gentle kiss, before he trails them down, his tongue tasting the skin on her neck before sucking gently. Her eyes drift close, melting into the feel of his lips on her throat before he moves in, teeth piercing skin and feeling her blood pour into him.

His hand cradles her head, holding her still while he drinks deeply. His other hand is free to roam, knowing just how much she loves his touch while he feeds. His fingers dance over her thighs, a smug smile forming on his lips as he feels her legs fall open for him. He lets his hand find her clothed core, her hips reacting to his touch as he presses against her, knowing the height of her pleasure as he drinks. He can think of no greater thanks than to undo her while he feeds.

He slows his drinking, not wanting to take too much while he slips his hand under her clothes, finding her wet and waiting for him. Her moans fill the sunny room, a new type of warmth for them both to feel, as he dips his finger into her. She struggles to keep herself still, the pleasure already so much.

Typically he'd adore dragging her pleasure out, teasing her, taking her to the edge and back over and over, but this moment isn't for that. He plunges a second finger into her, groaning himself as she moans right in his ears as he takes a deep drink.

The rocking of his hand brushes over her clit while his fingers curl with each movement. He slows his drinking again, not wanting to take too much until she's ready, which won't be much longer with the way her body is moving with his. He moves his tongue around his teeth, letting her feel him while his fingers speed up, his hand already soaked with her desire.

He changes the angle just enough to grind his palm against her while his fingers pump in and out of her. Her moans and cries make his heart race as he feels how close she's getting. He moves harder, faster and begins to drink deeply again and her breath catches in her throat while her hips lift from their place pressed against him. Her screams of completion fill the room and he swears her blood tastes sweeter when she comes. He keeps his fingers deep inside her, softly stroking until she fully relaxes. He licks over the wounds on her neck, getting one last taste and helping to seal off any damage.

She is limp in his arms, a blissful smile across her face as she curls into him.

"Rest, my love, I'll be here when you wake." He holds her close to him, still trying to sort out how he could ever deserve moments like this.

#bg3 fanfiction #astarion #astarion x tav #kinktober #flufftober #the usual note that i just write these real quick in browser #i dont take it too seriously and you shouldnt either #oops this ended up extra soft

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go to werewolf fantasy is I'm camping. it's night and I need to relax for bed.... I start to touch myself. a werewolf is lured by my scent.. it rips open my tent to find me, putting on a show... I also am a big fan of being taken back to be shared by the pack 😇

oh this is a good one.

camping is lovely this time of year. just starting to feel like the beginning of fall... you book a nice, secluded spot near a lake.

you needed this. some alone time to clear your head. away from your responsibilities. the day passes comfortably as you pitch the tent, gather wood for a little fire, pick blueberries, and take the downtime to read.

you packed far more blankets than strictly necessary, and you think yourself very lucky as a full moon lights your tent enough for you to easily bed down and bundle up into your pile of blankets.

in the warm comfort of your tent your thoughts turn to desire. you think about thrusting. and stroking. kissing and grabbing and holding. you throw off the blankets, already starting to get warm, and grab a little vibrator from your backpack. you take off your undergarments and press it to yourself - already so wet.

you spend the next while working yourself up - but are frustratingly unable to cum. you miss touch and fucking and holding. your head is full of frustrated desire and your hips buck against the air. your cunt screams for relief, your core on fire. but still climax does not come. you start to quietly whimper and your mouth falls open in little gasps.

a twig breaks in the clearing.....

you pause for just a second. quieting the buzzing vibrator. nothing. nothing but also probably something harmless, like a deer or possum. you listen hard for a few seconds, then start the vibe back up. rolling your hips to find relief.

a rustle.... faint. just outside of your hearing. you ignore it, all focus on the task at hand. still no relief in sight for your dripping cunt.

a harsh, tearing sound jolts you from your horny haze. your yelp of fear and dewilderment catches in your throat as a towering, furry creature looms through the hole it rent in the side of your tent.

you behold each other for what feels like an eternity, but you know can only be seconds. it is back-lit by the moon, so the details of its features are lost on you.

your heart pounds as you regard each other, too stunned to cry out, thinking that perhaps this is the kind of wild animal you ought to keep very, very still for....

the creature bends down closer to you and you try not to flinch away. they take two short steps into the tent, tearing it further as they press in. you can make out pointed ears, a long snout. fur that can be made out as shades of light and dark brown in the moonlight. in fact, you find yourself thinking the creature looks downright fluffy.

a low growl comes from them, and you feel the hair all over your body stand on end. canine. wolf. massive. you shrink back to the side of the tent and their ears prick towards you. you can see the faintest shine of their eyes as they fix on you. you, still naked and flushed. the vibrator forgotten.

strangley, they begin to... snuffle. they creep closer to you and swing their head back and forth over you. sniffing you out with rapid breaths. they're barely and inch from you, now. hovering over you. looming in a way they can't help. angling their huge head and still working nose first at your pelvis, then towards your face. their warm breath puffs over you. they give a low growl. your cunt clenches.

they're on you in an instant. you don't struggle or cry out, you just comply. nice and obedient for them. they grab your hips and pull you in closer. you're on your back underneath them. you feel a huge cock touch your stomach and swear you can feel it twitch with need. the werewolf presses their face into the crook of your neck to lick and mouth and you cry out truly for the first time. so warm, so much soft fur. such sharp canines grazing your throat... your already wet cunt is dripping. you whimpered with need in the forest and this is your answer, you'll take it gladly.

they pull back from your throat and grip your hips so hard they could bruise. they pull you in further and line up their cock with your hole. they whine and keen as they twitch their hips forward, grinding the tip of their massive cock against your hole. you gasp and whine with them at the stimulation. they grind in harder and their cock slowly begins to stretch you out.

they go slow. you can tell they're being nice about it, somehow. some shred of restraint lurks within them. with a yell of pleasure and wonderful, perfect stretch the whole things pops in, finally. the werewolf yelps in pleasure - such a lovely, tight hole. they lean down, face back against your neck. they give a primal, deep growl, right in your ear. hilted on their cock, covered and pinned by them completely, they start fucking you in earnest. a punishing pace. theyre pulling out barely an inch at a time, grinding their cock further inside you. with each thrust you yelp out - lost in the sensations, hands fisted into their fur, clinging on for dear life.

they graze their claws down your neck, bite and nibble at your ear, they growl and whine and keen in ecstasy. such a nice hole to be buried in.

you cum so hard you see stars. turns out all you really needed was to be stretched out on big fat werewolf dick. how lucky for you! you gasp and whimper beneath them, the same pace never letting up. they fuck you through your orgasm as it lights you up from the inside. as your hole clenches down they let out a long whine and lean even more of their weight down onto your cunt. your hips get angled up more and their cock reaches as deep as it can go. your post orgasm high hasn't left you yet and you whimper out pitifully as your brain fully seems to turn off. this is the fullest you've ever been, the deepest you've ever been taken. it feels so fucking good and right.

you go limp and only the cutest whimpers and fucked out breaths escape you as the werewolf ruts into its new favorite hole. they lick along your neck and wrap their arms all the way around you as they fuck all the thoughts out of your head.

you are still limp and blissed out when they pull your body up completely. they're holding you fully off the ground, wrapped tightly in their warm, soft arms. you're still speared nice and deep on their cock as they stand up and lean you fully against their chest.

you're being such a good hole. obedient and pliant. your face is pressed into the fur on their chest. your body is being almost cradled in their arms. your cunt is stuffed full of their pulsing cock, still not fully relieved.

they begin to fuck you again, holding you and moving you up and down on their cock. cockdrunk and sleepy, you lean against their chest and whimper as they take your perfect hole.

they get erratic, fucking you fast. jostling you up and down up and down on their length. you start to feel pressure building in your core again. the werewolf grips you tight, claws pricking at your back and sides. they push you down on their cock hard and cum with something that seems half whimper half howl. you feel their cum spurt deep inside you and your eyes roll back with pleasure at the warm, full feeling. they continue to fuck you on their cock like a fleshlight with stuttering jerks as they ride out their orgasm. gradually, their movements slow and they sink back to the ground, carefully setting you down, cock still buried inside you.

you both slowly come back to your senses. they start licking and sniffing you again about the face and neck. you feel their cock soften inside you and with a groan from both of you they slowly pull out.

they flop down back on top of you with a huff. you find yourself once again totally surrounded by their warmth, muscle, and fur.

a twig breaks.... the sound pulls at your sleeping mind. a weight on you shifts away.

you awake with a start and notice that the sky is beginning to turn gray with dawn. you look around in bewilderment. the werewolf. your werewolf was standing over you, a pleased look on their face. and on the edges of the clearing you could see.... how many? two? three? more of them coming into view.

before you could truly make out the newcomer werewolves your werewolf swept you off your feet and held you close to their chest again. the other werewolves approached cautiously. noses working hard, bright eyes examining you.

you all left in a group, heading back for their home. your tent and belongings all abandoned in the clearing. the others eyed you hungrily and you got the distinct feeling that these werewolves were much inclined to sharing their prey.

#werewolf nsft #answered ask #ask bait #annnyywwaayyssss this is about how my wife deserves to be fucked within an inch of their life and how i deserve to be a huge werewolf :)#the end

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galaxyedging · 10 months ago

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HAPPY NEW YEAR, Liv!!!!!

I just wanted to stop by and bring you some cheer and a new year of smut!! Lol. Enjoy!

I was just thinking that this gave me dirty thoughts/idea of being on your knees and to conceal you, he wraps the fur coat over you. I was getting Dieter vibes here...but Rockstar Joel would also be good too.

Happy New Year Heather! I wholly approve of these smutty thoughts. You are so right.

I knew this would rattle something loose from my brain. I wasn't expecting this to come out.

Rockstar!Joel x f!reader.

Warnings: Smut. Angst. My attempt at song writing. I'm sorry.

Monkey's Paw

Becoming successful in later life has its perks. Having experience of the world made navigating fame a little easier. The years of hard work and yearning made it easier to keep your eyes on the prize and get what you want. It helped to steer clear of temptations and pitfalls that more naive people would fall for. On the flipside being so focused on one goal can allow life to slip you by.

Watching your nimble fingers ghost over his guitar strings, Joel thought about everything he'd let fall by the wayside in his pursuit for success. Joel's fingers move on memory as if they are playing a well practised song as they dance up your bare arm.

“Joel! We can't. Not here.” There's zero conviction in your scolding with Joel's warm hands smoothing over your stomach to pull you close.

The soft, plush fur of his coat pushing into you provides a stark contrast to the hardness of his cock pressing the fly on his well fitted jeans into your ass.

His lips are dry from being under the harsh spotlights as they skim the skin of your neck before he nibbles on your earlobe. The tug of his teeth sends a shiver of lust to your core. The door is firmly locked behind you. Joel has too many rabid fans to leave it open. Still you'd feel too exposed to do anything here. Joel had been watching your face in the mirror in front of you. He knows you so well he can read your expression with ease.

As his hands move to the fly of your skin tight jeans he drawls against your jaw. “Don't worry, Darlin’. I'll keep you hidden.”

While one hand slips into your flooded panties, the other wraps his coat around the two of you. Keeping your sinful activities, quite literally, under wraps. Calloused fingers trace tight circles on your swollen bud until you come for him.

His hand holding his coat moves to keep your moans between the two of you. The sight in the mirror makes Joel's cock twitch. You with your head thrown back on his shoulder, his hand covering your mouth and the other down the front of your jeans cupping your still pulsing cunt.

The weakness in your knees works in your favour as you push Joel back to fall to them. Unusually Joel loves to watch those pretty eyes, lust blown and half lidded looking up at him as you take his cock in your mouth. Tonight guilt tugs at him so he tugs his coat around the two of you. Keeping the moment for just the two of you. The heavy fur heating his skin is nothing compared to the heat of your mouth taking his length. You lick and suck away happily humming at every groan you pull from him. Through the haze his impending orgams brings to his mind Joel thinks about how lucky he is to have you as his manager. He wouldn't be where he is now without you. He thinks he's even luckier to feel what it's like to be completely in love with someone. With that thought on his mind he bites his full lip to keep in your name and spills his load down your throat.

Taking a moment to bask in the afterglow, you don't hurry as you pull each other's clothes back into place while you exchange kisses. Even a knock on the door doesn't hurry you. After the third louder knock, Joel gives you one final kiss before opening it.

“Joel! What, are you getting your dick wet….Mrs Miller! Sorry I didn't mean to imply….I thought Joel was otherwise occupied.” Joel's new assistant practically shakes in his thick soled boots as he sees you there.

“Thank you, Carl. We were just discussing tonight’s performance.” Carl visibly relaxes a little at your calm voice.

“I think Joel was amazing.” The younger man offers, sounding just a little starstruck. “Oh, your husband's here to pick you up.”

“Thank you, Carl. I'll see you tomorrow Joel.” You give Joel a tight smile.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow. Say ‘hey’ to Tommy for me. Tell him to drive you home safely.” Joel casually responds.

Once you and Carl are out of sight Joel shuts his dressing room door. Flopping down on his sofa he picks up his notepad and pen.

Regret weighs heavy inside me.

Your gentle touch is heavier still.

It weighs down and brands me.

I'll never get my fill.

How did the bright lights blind me so?

How did I not see what was in front of me?

The spotlight dimmed the glow of your halo.

Their lure, so bright that I could not see.

I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

My wish was granted but I wanted more.

You gave me almost everything.

Oh, I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

A dream fulfilled with a twisted core.

You, to me, are everything.

I think about what we gave up, for me to chase my hollow gilded prize.

They'd be grown now.

Who's smile would they have?

Would they have your beautiful eyes?

The only thing that keeps me sane is that I know he treats you right, and now our stolen touches in the night.

I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

My wish was granted but I wanted more.

You gave me almost everything.

Oh, I made a wish on a monkey's paw.

A dream fulfilled with a twisted core.

I already had everything,

Without that crooked monkey's paw.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #rockstar!joel miller #joel miller x f!reader

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