#but there's something so spicy about him covering a scar

[mvnces]

I am making it canon that flash gets a spider-man themed tattoo and, most likely, it being on his inner arm over a scar . probably . <3

[earthtooz]

x : DON'T GO :*+ﾟ

in which: blade has always felt cold, but even more so without you.

warnings: 1.9k words, HURT/COMFORT with a sprinkle of angst, gn!reader who calls blade 'ren' once, mention of blood, ooc!vulnerable!blade, he's like a kicked puppy in this one

a/n: perhaps the most intimate piece i've wrote to date, this is nothing but pure yearning and longing on blade's behalf, and a nice fix-it fic with the most vulnerable i think blade could ever be. enjoy!!

in his new life, blade has always felt cold.

he is not spared from the constant feeling of goosebumps prickling his skin, not even for a second as the cold bites the tip of his fingers and sink their teeth into him to send shivers up his spine. but he has never felt colder than he does right now. 

your side of the bed is untouched, perfectly made, and devoid of any indication that you had been there. the blankets and mattress are cool to touch, with hardly any wrinkles in the sheets, and an ache declares itself home in blade’s chest.

the sun spills on his bare skin when he kicks the covers off, illuminating his scar-ridden chest as he gazes around the room, as if waiting for an sign that you were still here, and that he wasn’t too late. however, an immediate soreness tickles his throat that causes him to wince, serving as a reminder of the unpleasant discourse you had last night. 

it was hardly over anything of importance, but blade, a man of pride and relentlessness, had refused to back down, and you went to bed angry that night. he did too but woke regretful and cold under the covers, your warmth taken with you.

today was the day you had to leave for a mission, and although he knows you have a strict schedule to follow, he just wonders why you couldn’t have woken him up to say goodbye, especially after everything. 

he didn’t even get to say sorry or try to at least make amends. the swordsman only hopes you didn’t leave furious with him, and that you at least had something to eat before leaving.

to distract himself from the heartache, blade forgoes lying around and decides to start his day before the absence you left overwhelms him and the only thing his mind can do is think about you. 

not that he’s successful, because despite dedicating a monotonous afternoon of drilling sword techniques, the rampant thoughts about you did not decrease. rather, with each swing and sway of the cracked blade, his mind finds more and more to think about, with you at the epicentre of all of them.

it’s sometime around sunset when blade receives update on your status.

the swordsman is sat on a stone ledge, gold rays from the sun spilling on his skin as he waits for the sweat and fatigue to roll off. blade thinks of how you’d normally be seated nearby, watching him train to supply water and energy bars. although he never used to like the company or the doting, it doesn’t feel the same without you beside him, he misses you and wonders when you’ll return. 

“how long have you been here?” a raspy, female voice asks, breaking blade’s train of thoughts.

“since noon,” he responds merely. he doesn’t need to look up to see that it’s kafka talking to him.

“right. makes sense. i thought you’d be lonely since y/n’s gone.”

“need you remind me?” he huffs, voice teetering a threatening gruffness that would make ordinary people shudder, but does nothing to kafka.

“oh, spicy today, aren’t we?” she coos, ignoring the immense pressure radiating off blade effortlessly before taking a seat beside him. “what’s up? is there trouble in paradise?” a scoff comes from the swordsman. “i was only joking, did something really happen between you two?”

“none of your business.” 

kafka shrugs before her phone begins vibrating violently. when she reads the notifications, her face pulls the closest expression to concern that blade has ever seen her wear. 

“y/n got ambushed.”

his world freezes over.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

the sunlight is gentle in blade’s eyes when he wakes up.

clothes are strewn on the floor, bedsheets are half off the bed, ceramics lie in pieces along the cracks of the planks, and despite the mess blade has made of your shared space, he is the most crumpled of them all. a kaleidoscope of volcanic anger, tsunamic worry, and mountainous yearning, the only place that has remained untouched by blade’s destructive touch is your side of the bed, lest your scent disappears. 

it’s been five days since anyone has received a live update from you, only hanging on to tracking notifications of your spaceship as any indication that you were fine. for the duration of it, nothing has been able to calm him, with kafka and silver wolf needing to stun him before he could do anything brash, like running off into the infinite cosmos to find you.

elio’s promises had never felt emptier, his constant claims of how you’d return very soon turning into dust in blade’s ears because how could he hold on to hope when you are alone amongst the stars? 

his texts are left delivered, but never read. in fact, it has been five days since your contact displayed to be online, and he finds himself staring at it in case that the circle will illuminate green, that you’ll give him some sort of update on your liveliness. 

so that you’ll see how sorry he is and all he wants for you is to return home. 

he doesn’t remember when he became so dependent, but perhaps this is another cruel punishment from fate with another inconceivable price of repentance.

for someone as unforgivable and despicable as blade to love means to mutilate the universe with aftershocks that tear through boundaries of what’s possible. for a man like blade to rebel, it means that the consequences will return tenfold.

and there is no crueller damnation than tearing you away from him. 

he turns on his side, arms reaching over to where you would normally lie, and dozes off again, feeling colder than ever.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

blade wakes up a second time. the sun is no longer the thing that awakens him, but rather, the sound of footsteps that echo outside the bedroom. disgruntled and still trying to gather his bearings, he shoots awake at the sound of your door opening.

you stand on the other side.

is this a dream?

“oh,” you breathe. you sound winded, caught off guard by the sight of your lover who stares at you like a bewildered deer. “i’m sorry, i didn’t think you would be here.”

he doesn’t say anything, just merely looks at you, unnervingly unresponsive.

you look miserable. fatigue clings to your skin like a second skin, your eyes lack the brightness they usually have, and you are, evidently, very battered and bruised, blood staining your ruined clothes. 

but you are like sunlight, and blade thinks he can breathe again. 

“i guess i’ll leave,” you murmur, interrupting blade’s momentary assessment.

“don’t.”

turning back around, the swordsman is now slowly stalking towards you, seemingly teleported from the bed to halfway across the room in the blink of an eye. 

“is something wrong?” you ask and he holds back a scoff from the irony of your question. he’s the one that should be asking that, not you. 

but yes, there is something wrong; you left him alone. you went somewhere he couldn’t and then made him feel helpless because he didn’t know whether or not you were going to come back, stranded in the cosmos forever. 

stopping before you, his hands gravitate upwards with the magnetic need to touch you, to ensure that you were real and not some figment of his hazy imagination. blade raises a hesitant hand to sit on the back of your neck and the frostiness of his fingertips causes a shiver to run up your spine. gently, he presses you for a pulse and visibly gulps when he finds it, suffocating you in the tense silence that has occupied the air (you’re real, and you’re okay, delivered back to him in one piece).

then, he looks at you with the saddest expression you have ever seen him wear before engulfing you in his embrace. the stellaron hunter is hesitant with his touch, hovering around you in fear of overstepping, for blade would never forgive himself if he were to scare you off again. 

because you’re finally back where he can reach, and he never wants you to leave. 

“ren?” you pause, gently wrapping your arms around his waist and closing the gap he left, meeting him halfway. the little action floods him with endless relief. “what’s the matter?”

he shakes his head against you and his hold tightens mercilessly, squeezing all air out of your lungs. 

“you had me worried,” he confesses, no louder than a whisper because otherwise he would crack under the weight of his own words. the constant fear that has plagued him for the last few days would finally break him and he’d be in shambles in your arms, making a mess of something gorgeous with something hideous. 

so instead, he will continue simply holding onto you where you are safe. in his arms, you cannot leave, you cannot go places that danger you, and you cannot break his heart and choke him with the emptiness of your presence.

“i’m sorry,” you say, rubbing his back and he tugs you closer. “i didn’t mean to worry you, everything jus-”

“-you left without saying goodbye.”

you’re silent and guilty, but so beautiful. “i thought you didn’t want to see me. we were pretty mean to each other before i left,” you say after a second of contemplation. “i didn’t know where we stood, i wasn’t sure if you still wanted me.”

whatever is left of his heart breaks, crumbling into shambles that ring at your feet. there are a multitude of things that blade wants to say, yet no words come to fruition, to his dismay. he wants to offer you the comfort and promises you want to hear, and he wants to express the overwhelming relief he feels, but he can’t, and he curses his own inability to be heartfelt. 

instead, his grip around you tightens, like you’ll slip away otherwise and have him search for you throughout the cosmos. 

“don’t do any of that again,” he pleads instead, hoping that you’ll understand. “i beg of you.”

“okay,” you breathe. “i won’t.”

“don’t leave like that,” he tugs at your ruined shirt, grasp gentle and careful in fear of scaring you away with the intensity of his emotions that are hanging on by a thread

“i wont.” 

“please don’t go.”

“i’m here, aren’t i?”

blade sighs, nodding. you smile at him and it feels like a warmth powerful enough to drive the cold away. 

“but first, i need a bath,” you murmur, placing your hands on his chest to push him away. “please, keep your distance, i’m pretty sure i reek.”

he doesn’t say anything and clearly doesn’t listen, because instead of letting go, he simply leads you to the bathroom without ever unwrapping his arms. soon, the bath begins to run, and the sound of water streaming down ceramic echoes off the tiles, but the warmth of your laughter and tired words overpower it. blade sits at the edge, nothing but an oversized shadow that watches as you relax in the water, frowning when he catches the frequent bruise or fresh scar. 

afterwards, you both stumble onto the bed (careful to avoid the mess that blade as made, which you scolded him for, and he listened dejectedly before promising to clean it all up), and blade reaches over to your side, chest warming when he finds your figure to tug close. 

you fall asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. your lover, on the other hand, stays awake for a few moments longer, simply trying to commit you to memory. 

“don’t go,” he repeats, tugging at your shirt as the evenness of your heartbeat lulls him to sleep.

he doesn’t feel cold anymore. 

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[taylormarieee]

I got my eyes on you Luke Castellan

Summary: You and Luke finally go on that date and things get spicy...

Pairing: Luke Castellan x Fem!Aphrodite!Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut, PiV sex, Luke being a simp, FINALLY TOGETHER!, Love confessions, Luke watches over you, Luke being a gentlemen, Sweet love, First times, Virginity loss, Reader is scared, Fluff, Comfort, happy ending!

Previously:

He looks at you and your body with love. He stares at the tiny goosebumps on your skin and the little scars you have that he wants to ask all about and draw stars around your scars for hours.

"Your so gorgeous." He whispers. You smile and kiss his lips.

"And your so handsome." You giggle and his eyes sparkle with love. You continue to kiss him passionately and you begin grinding on him but he grabs your hips and stops you.

"Wait... wait baby." He says staring at the floor. You stare at him with confusion before he makes eye contact with you again.

"N-Not like this. I don't want our first time to be in an infirmary. I want it to be romantic because..." He trails off.

"Because what?" You asks confused. He sighs and rubs circles on your waist as he grabs your shirt.

"Because I love you pretty girl." He says staring at you. Your eyes widen and he explains.

"I've loved you for a while now. I know it's been a week since we had that whole altercation but I've loved you since we first made eye contact and I've told you that."

You stare at him frozen. "P-Please say something. Your scaring me." He says.

"Yea, you know I love you. I love you so much. That night when I told you. I Love you Luke Castellan."

Now:

9:28pm

You were getting ready in your cabin for this date you have with Luke. This would be you guy's first serious night out together.

You were so excited! You just couldn't wait. Constantly humming and hopping around and you just couldn't focus.

You did your hair the way you always liked it. You put on your favourite dress that were for camp events.

You put on your sneakers and began to make your way to the front door of your cabin.

When you opened it, Luke was standing there with a boquet of roses and daisys.

Your eyes sparkled in the moonlight as he stood there with the flowers in his hands.

"Awww Lukey, you didn't have to!" You said covering your face in your hands.

"Of course I did. Anything for my girl. What did you expect mama?" He says tilting his head in that seductive way you always folded to.

You giggled at the name he gave you and you just couldn't function. You hid your face all flustered and nervous

"Do I make you nervous pretty girl?" He asks lowly.

"Luke... STOP! Y-You don't." You stutter as you take his hand and walk with him while holding your flowers.

"Hey wait. Can I put these in the vase by my bed?" You ask staring up at him.

He smiles and nods. You quickly run inside and tiptoe quietly around to put them in your vase.

You come back out and smile grabbing his hand and interlocking it with yours.

"I'll ask Percy to put water in them later!" You say with that adorable smile on your face that drove him wild.

After walking for a few minutes you guys finally arrive. "This is the spot baby." He says. You look in awe at the tiny little candles while there's multiple blankets and pillows on the floor.

It's right in front of the lake and you can see the moon shining so bright.

"You did not!" You stared laughing in disbelief. He looks at you and nods.

You look at him and wrap him in the biggest and most appreciative hug ever.

"Thank you." You whisper to him in his ear. He smiles and speaks, "Anything for my pretty girl."

Your cheeks get hot from the amount of praise your getting from Luke. You loved him so much.

"Come, let's sit pretty girl. I have some strawberries and some juice if that's ok?" He asks grabbing them and holding them in his hands.

"CAPRI SUNS! Awwww those are my favourites! I love these!" You say giggling.

He watches you with such admiration and love in his eyes. You were so adorable.

"Your so cute you know that?" He says leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on the lips.

"Maybe..." You say before attaching your lips to his eagerly. He smiles into the kiss as he bites your lip before drawing it out while pulling away.

You whimper and then smile. "Hey, before we get to the "other" stuff, can we please at least eat in peace?" You ask chuckling.

He lays down next to you watching as you admire the stars. "My fault pretty girl, ok we'll eat." He says pulling out a strawberry for you.

You eat the strawberry as you watch the constellations and your fortunate enough to see a shooting star.

You quickly make a wish. "You made a wish didn't you?" He asks. You smile with your eyes still closed knowing he's staring at you.

"Yep. I made a wish."

"What was it?" He asks.

"Wouldn't exactly be much of a wish if I told you now would it Castellan?" You say opening one eye to look at him.

He laughs at you in his propped up position on one elbow before he lays down fully to look at the stars as well.

Now it's your turn to just stare at him. His features, his relaxed facial expression, his lips curled into a tiny smile, his pretty nose, his scar, how curly his hair is, the way his eyes glisten in the light...

Everything about him was just so majestic and handsome. Sometimes you wonder how you got a boy like Luke. More so how you got Luke in general.

You proceed to observe him more. Going lower to his biceps, the veins in his arms and hands made you weak, his hands in general could make you weak, his abs through his shirt, gods why was this man so fine...

As your eyes trail down his body, you don't notice the hermes boy staring at you the whole time.

Observing your facial expressions, the way you bite your lip as you look at him.

He was a very attentive person. He observed every single feature on your face.

He noticed the things you complain about and he always use to tell you the same thing...

{"I don't care how many times you point out your insecurities and your flaws baby," He says

You frown and feel tears in your eyes...

"Your beautiful, in my eyes your imperfections are perfections. Your always perfect in my eyes." He says holding you and kissing your face.

You smile warmly feeling loved and appreciated.}

"Luke? Lukey!" You say in a sing songy voice. He opens his eyes and sees your cute face staring at him.

"Yea pretty girl?" He says in his low husky voice. Your face gets hot and you smile.

"Nothing, thought you were sleeping..." You say nervously. He stares at you intensely before his eyes drift down to your lips.

Your eyes eventually do the same dance. Eyes then lips. You don't even know who initially initiated the kiss first but you were to locked in to even care.

You whimper and moan into the kiss as you slowly start to sink into the pillows and sheets.

He slowly starts to straddle you and enclosing you in a cage with his arms. You wrap your fingers around his neck engulfing them into his soft curls.

You pull him closer to you as he starts to slowly grind on you. You whimper his name in the kiss and he completely loses it.

His hand slides up your waist while the other hand holds his body weight up so he doesn't crush you.

Nervously but quickly you start to mess with his shirt wanting so badly to rip it off his body.

"Do it." He said, as if he read your mind. You look up at him and heat rushes to your face.

You take off his shirt in a eager way and ran your warm hands down his cold back.

He fiddles with your pant button and slowly and teasingly slides it off you.

You squirm trying to hurry and get it off already, eager to finally feel Luke inside you.

"So eager, aren't you?" He chuckles as he looks at you with darkened eyes and swollen lips.

Gods, he looked so pretty like this. You hastily nodded at his question and you heard him chuckle again as he buries his head in you neck smelling your scent.

The fragrance you put on just for him. "Smells good pretty girl. Did this all for me?" He asks kissing sloppy kisses on your neck.

"Ngh- mhm." you whimper out. He smirks against your neck as he leaves hickies everywhere.

"Mhmm Lukey p-please. I need you." you whine.

"You have me. Ya need me where pretty girl?" He chuckles teasing you. He knows exactly what you mean he just wants you to say it.

"Inside Lukey, I need you inside." you whisper in his ear. It sends a shiver down his spine at how desperate and attractive your voice sounds.

Luke proceeds to remove his pants and boxers. He slides your pretty pink laced panties to the side and stares at your glistening cunt.

He prys his eyes away from the meal he wants to destroy and looks at your pretty face.

"Ok, are you ready pretty girl? I'll be as slow as possible. Lemme know if you can't take it anymore ok?"

You nod your head as a sign that your ready. You were half scared and half excited considering this is your first time having sex. Your also extremely glad your first time is with Luke.

He slowly slides into you and you immediately gasp at the stretch. You grip onto Luke's bicep and shut your eyes closed.

His head is spinning. Your extremely tight and he's losing his mind. "Fuck mama. Your so fucking tight pretty girl."

All you can respond with is a whimper as he fully bottoms out. "So b-big lukey."

"mhmm so big aren't I, gonna fill you up nice and full." He says with a smirk on his pretty face.

His thrust are slow and passionate. Making sure you and his first time is comfortable and intimate.

As his pace starts to pick up slightly your moans and whimpers get a bit louder as that feeling in your stomach starts to form.

"Oh shit Lukey...r-right there!" You cry out feeling euphoria all in your veins. It's coursing through your body as you feel the need to release whatever feeling this is.

"L-Luke! What's that feeling I feel deep in my stomach and this throbbing in my p-pussy?" You stutter out whimpering and whining.

Saliva dripping from your tongue as he thrusts into you nice and hard making you remember this moment for years.

"You gon cum for me babygirl? Hmm? Gonna cum all on my cock?" He says with that cocky smirk on his face.

You nod your head and grip the blanket that's laid under you. Your breasts bouncing with every slow and sensual thrust.

He's slowly losing it. The need to just roughly handle you and thrust into you like an animal is taking over his mindset slowly.

He keeps his composure for you to enjoy the feeling of your orgasm.

He relishes in the face your making when you cum. Your pretty little eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your plump, swollen lips wide open in a silent cry.

He places a sweet kiss to your lips and your head as his pace quickens to reach his climax.

He's very vocal. Panting and moaning. Luke's a whimpering mess and you love it.

Tugging on his curls to hear that guttural groan escape his throat and you lick and kiss marks on his neck and collarbone.

You mark him as he marked you. In places that everyone are bound to see and place the pieces together that you guys are dating.

You love this man with all your heart and he loves you more than the gods love you.

His orgasm finally flows through him and he fills you up. Releasing his seed deep inside you. His curls sticking to his sweaty face as he leans his head on yours.

Both of you panting and breathing heavily. He holds you in his arms and rubs your thighs and back to comfort you.

"You ok pretty girl?" He asks softly. You whimper and nod. He watches as his seed leaks out of your soaping cunt and puts your panties back in place to keep it there.

He grabs your clothes and puts them back on you, and begins to carry you bridal style on the way back to his cabin.

Your sisters wouldn't mind right? Plus you both had to be back before Chiron arrived to do his daily check up on all the campers.

When he opened the door to the hermes cain he looked down at you and noticed you were fast asleep. He smiled down at you and kissed your forehead.

He laid you down on his bunk and then began to leave. He went back to that same spot to clean up everything. He took the blanket and threw it in the trash so no one would know, plus it reeked of sex.

He then blew out all the candles and placed them back on every table in the pavillion.

He finally made his way back to you and climbed in bed with you. He pulled you close to him and snuggled up next to you. You still smelled good and smelled like him.

He faced your body away from the door and shielded you with his body that way if Chiron came in, he wouldn't see you.

"I got my eyes on you my pretty girl. Won't let anything happen to you baby."

He finally drifted off to sleep letting his dreams flow like a river, a river full of love and happiness.

He finally had a peaceful and loving dream rather than a nightmare. And he was grateful you were the cause of his fantastic dream.

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A/N: I'm sorry it took so long but it is finally here!!!!!! Hope you all enjoy this one because I really love this one!

~COMMENTS AND REBLOGS ARE MUCH APPRECIATED~

[mochinomnoms]

Do you ever think about eel cuddles? I feel like there are times when they want to snuggle and be in their eel forms while doing it so it's more comfortable for them. I kinda picture being in a big tub with one, their shrimpy is either nakey or wearing a bathing suit and just chilling in the bath with music playing and talking to them. Maybe you get to mess around with their fins or touch their cool claws all the while getting covered in their slimy love.

I do, I think about it so much and I am a sucker for non-sexual intimacy!!!! As much as I like to think about spicy thoughts with the tweels, there's something so domestic about sharing a bath with your partner, scratching and massaging their scalp and carefully rinsing out the shampoo so that it doesn't get in their eyes. It's easier to scrub your back when you have someone else there to do it for you. Yes, it's not the only time they'll see you naked, but there's something extra vulnerable about seeing all the moles, stretchmarks, and scars on your skin under a warm bathroom light.

Floyd isn't a big fan of bubble baths or using things like bath bombs, surprisingly! The idea of foaming bubbles and fizzy colors is cool at first, but all the smells and colors can overstimulate him when he's trying to relax. If he's trying to relax with his shrimpy, he actually prefers to use products with scents that remind him of home. Allow me to flex my ex-Lush employee knowledge, but he likes products that smell a lot more fresh, salty, and even citrusy! Plus, it makes you smell a lot more like him in the end. Floyd will rub his soap into your skin, pressing his forehead into the back of your neck to revel in the contact. For added measure, he'll rub his face, hands, and tail into you so that you'll be all slick and slimy just like him! He'll even do you the favor of massaging it into your skin if you throw a fit about feeling too wet. By the end, you'll have such smooth, soft skin that Vil is going to wonder if Azul decided to start selling his serum to the public.

Jade is just a tad bit more adventurous, if adventurous means picking all the woodsy, floral, and earthy scented bath products he can get his hands on. His favorite scents are rosemary and chamomile, which sounds weird at first but are actually quite pleasant. Jade will get you your very own shampoo, conditioner, and bath products suited for your hair and skin. He will only keep them in his bathroom, though. He slowly but surely gets you accustomed to his products, lush bathroom, and the soothing scrap from his nails that he repeatedly assured you wouldn't hurt. He'll use his claws to gently trace shapes and his name into your skin as he compares how different your skin's texture is compare to him. He's marveling how your fingertips prune up and your nails get softer, unlike his own hands which stay firm, slick and sharp. You're gonna get so used to Jade taking care of you in the bath that you're gonna be dragging yourself every other evening to wash up with Jade to take care of you. And care he does, for your his shrimp as well!

As a the shrimp to an eel, your their symbiote and they'll also expect you to clean them up too. Easier said than done when they're covered in a layer of mucus that sticks to your fingers and makes it hard to grab a hold of their squirming tail (they move it on purpose cause they think your furrowed brows and pout is funny). You can get them to settle down once you manage to trace the ridges of their fins, a particularly sensitive spot on their body that's the equivalent of tracing nails along your spine, soft and delightful shivers will make them chirp and click as you draw shapes and place kisses. It's a sight that the big bad scary eels reserve just for your eyes. Softness in the sea is reserved for only their mate, after all.

[written-with-clouds]

I Found Love (Where It Wasn't Supposed To Be) Pt. 1

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen/ Rhaenyra's Daughter!Reader

Summary: You and Aemond had always been close, even after he lost his eye and your mom moved your family to Dragonstone. What will happen when your grandsire dies and Aegon takes the throne from your mother? Will you and Aemond be able to stay together? Or will family drive you apart?

Authors Note: Cross posted on AO3, Aemond and Reader are of legal age during all spicy scenes.

CW: Uncle/Niece, Secret Relationship

Part 2 Part 3

Six years ago

“Aemond?” You whisper quietly. Your voice echoes back to you softly as it bounces off the stone walls of the hidden passages within the keep. For a while, the only thing you hear is the pitter patter of rats running and the squeaking from the handle of your lantern. And then you hear it, the sound of footsteps steadily getting closer. 

“What do you want?” Aemond asks, his own lantern swinging in his grasp from the speed of his steps. “Shouldn’t you be tending to your brothers.” He spat. 

“They’ll be fine. I wanted to check on you…” You reply, taking a small step towards him. Your brow twitches as you gaze at the jagged scar that now covers his left eye. “Does it hurt bad?” 

You move to reach for him, but he smacks your hand away. “What does it matter.” He states with no hint of question in his tone. “It’s happened. It’s over. Move on.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, lowering your hand and taking a step back. Taking a measured breath you speak. “My mother has decided to move us to Dragonstone. We leave in the morning.” 

Aemond scoffs, crossing his arms. “And you asked to meet here to tell me that? Why? Do you expect a warm send off? After what your bastard brothers di-“ 

His head lurches to the left as you smack him squarely across the face. “What my brothers did was neither right, nor wrong. And you,” you jab a finger against his chest, “are no less innocent of this mess.” Taking a deep breath, you turn to walk away. Taking a few steps before turning around to face him again. “I had hoped that despite what happened between you and my brothers… that you might have considered me friend enough to miss me when I’m gone. Because I will surely miss you, Aemond.” 

You turn your back to him once again and continue back to your room. You can hear the sound of footsteps following your own but force yourself to ignore it. If Aemond was going to act as a child, you would let him. 

Just as you were about to push the door to your room open, Aemond’s hand closed around your wrist. He pulled you back by the arm and hugged you. Muttering something you couldn’t quite understand. 

“What?” You ask. 

Aemond pulls back slightly, “I said… I will miss you too… you are my friend, and I don’t have many of those.” 

You smile softly at him, pulling him back into a tight hug. You stand there for a moment, hugging each other, drawing out the moment as long as you can. 

“I will try to write.” You promise as you separate. He promises the same and you watch sadly as he retreats back through the hidden passages to his own room. 

Present 

Uncle, 

I am pleased to say that I will be in Kingslanding in a week's time. Though the reason is less than joyful, all the same I look forward to seeing you. Perhaps, if you can find time 

for your niece, you could continue tutoring me in Valyrian. I have grown quite profound, I think you will be proud. 

Niece, 

I look forward to your arrival. I shall make sure to have time set aside for you.

Stepping out of the carriage, you stretch. The ride had been long. Longer than normal you think… but perhaps that was because you were excited to be back in the place you had spent much of your childhood. 

Your mother had told you, Jace, and Luke that she would visit your grandsire before the proceedings regarding the successor of Driftmark. In the meantime the three of you were free to wander, so long as you stayed out of trouble, she had added as your brothers took off to explore the grounds of the Red Keep. Smiling fondly after them, you follow behind leisurely. The three of you wandered through the halls trading memories from when you were little. As you were exploring, you couldn’t help but notice the questioning gazes of the castle workers and the various diplomats that were milling about. Luke had noticed it too, if the insecure look he gave you was any indication. 

Eventually, the three of you found your way out to the training yard, Jace jogging ahead and laughing as he found a wall missing a chunk of stone. 

He spun around to face you and Luke, “I told you it’d still be here! From when you tried to use Ser Criston’s Morningstar!” He reminisced fondly, wrapping an arm around Luke’s shoulder as they went to inspect the weapons cart. 

Your attention, however, was drawn to a small crowd forming a circle. You walk over, finding a spot that allows you to see into the center of the growing crowd.

 Your lips stretch into a wide smile as you finally manage to see what’s happening. You watch as Aemond and Ser Criston spar. The sound of metal hitting metal rings out through the yard as Ser Criston swings his Morningstar, only for Aemond to deflect it with his sword. Aemond blocks another attempt with a wooden shield. Only for it to be knocked out of his hand, the wood splintering from the force of the hit. For a moment, they circle each other. Aemond twirls his sword, watching Ser Criston with a predatory gaze. Ser Criston moves first, swinging his Morningstar at Aemond. Your breath catches as you watch Aemond dodge each swing. He makes a sudden, calculated, attack and in just minutes the fight is over, with Aemond victorious and the top of his sword at Ser Criston’s throat. 

“You’ll be a force to be reckoned with in the tourneys, my prince.” Ser Criston stated. 

“I have no interest in tourneys,” Aemond responded, his eye locking onto someone in the crowd, “nephews, come to train?” 

The sound of the large outer doors opening draws everyone’s attention. Lord Vaemond Velaryon striding through, glancing at your brothers momentarily before continuing. 

The people gathered in the training yard begin milling about once more and the crowd disperses. You see your brothers making their way inside, likely heading to find your mother. You are about to leave when a voice stops you. 

“Sia ao jāre naejot henujagon lēda iā rytsas? (Were you going to leave without a hello?)” 

Smirking, you face Aemond. “Ao istan busy (you were busy), I didn’t want to distract you.” 

Aemond smirked back. Stepping into your space, his hands clasped behind his back, he leans down placing his lips by your ear. He was so close that as he spoke, his lips would occasionally brush against the shell of your ear. His voice was low and teasing.“Ao kostagon va moriot distract issa (you may always distract me).” He takes a step back and straightens up to stand at his full height. “I’ll see you in there. Do wish your mother good luck for me.” He taunts, sauntering inside.

You wander aimlessly through the Red Keep, your mind replaying the events of earlier. Ser Vaemond’s cruel words directed at you and your brothers, questioning your parentage. How he spat them out in front of the court, in front of the King, your Grandsire. You could still hear the echo of his voice as he loudly declared you and your brothers bastards. And the sound of a sword as, in the blink of an eye, Ser Vaemond’s head was sliced clean in half by Daemon. The image of blood splattering against the floor and the dull thud of his body was stuck in your head. Death was nothing new to you. Nor was blood. But you’d never been that close to either before. 

You are pulled from your thoughts as an arm shoots out from behind a wall banister, pulling you behind it into a hidden passage. You make an ‘oof’ sound as you are pushed against a wall, the stone cold and biting against your back even through the fabric of your dress. 

“Have you been avoiding me, ñuha dōna?(my sweet)” Aemond purrs against your ear, making you shiver. He has one hand placed against the wall and the other rests against your hip, trapping you between him and the stone. Pulling away from the side of your head, he gazes down at you, cocking his head to the side. 

You meet his gaze, your own head lifting slightly as you smirk. “Gaoman daor gīmigon skoros ao nūmāzma (I do not know what you mean), uncle. I have simply been walking the castle grounds.” 

“I have told you never to call me that… not when it’s just us.” He growled, lilac eye darkening. 

“Would you rather I call you ñuha dārilaros (my prince).” You tease. “Or perhaps you’d prefer to be called ñuha zaldrīzes (my dragon).” 

He snarls, hooking his index finger under your chin and bringing your face closer to his. “Skoros naejot gaomagon lēda ao (what to do with you),” he murmurs before closing the gap and kissing you. 

The hand resting against your waist tightens, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls your body flush to his. Your hands wrap around his neck and tangle in his hair, moaning into the kiss as his thigh slots between your legs, pressing against your cunt. His hands slide down over your ass, massaging the flesh as he separates from your lips in favor of nipping and sucking on your jaw and throat.

“Aemond~” you pant, head thrown back and knocking against the wall. Your hands tighten in his hair, tugging it to make him look at you. His lips were kiss swollen and red. “No marks.” You remind him. His response is a low growl coming from deep in his chest as he reattaches his lips back against your neck. 

His hands guide you to rock against his thigh, a slow pull and push while he massages the flesh of your ass. A gentle grind back and forth as Aemond guides you in pleasuring yourself against him. Your moans echo around you, bouncing off of the walls as you roll into him. 

Aemond yanks the top of your dress down roughly, groaning appreciatively as your breasts are fully exposed to him. He drags his tongue up the center of your chest before moving to suck a nipple into his mouth. He gently nips at the hardened bud, making you hiss, before releasing it all together. Licking up the length of your neck to just under your ear, he whispers a question.

“Are you getting close, ñuha dōna (my sweet)?” He pauses, pulling back to watch your expression. Your eyes are half lidded and your cheeks are dusted red as your mouth hangs open and small puffs of air come out. “You are, aren’t you… I can tell. The way your hips keep bucking against my leg… your chest heaving as you suck down air…” Your breath hitches and you choke on a moan as Aemond shifts his leg closer. You rock against him feverishly, so close to your release. Your hands are gripping the leather of his shirt so hard your knuckles have turned white.

One hand reaches up and cups the side of his face, pulling him in for a feverish kiss. Aemond licks into your mouth, his tongue dancing against yours. You moan and whimper into him, grinding down against his thigh harder.

Abruptly, Aemond pulls away completely. You whine at the loss of contact, having been on the edge of release. You tug at his shirt, trying to pull him back against you, as you plead breathlessly. He simply chuckles at your desperation. 

“Hush, Issa jorrāelagon (my love),” You watch as Aemond slowly sinks to his knees in front of you, the violet color of his eye nearly completely engulfed by the black pool of his desire. He lifts your ankle off the floor, gently cradling it in his hand. Aemond places a soft kiss against the skin of your calf, then the side of your knee, the flesh of your thigh, working higher and higher, pushing the hem of your dress up as he goes. He hooks your leg over his shoulder, biting your inner thigh, laughing as you lightly shove his shoulder. Peering up at you through his lashes as he slowly licks through your folds before enclosing his mouth over your clit and sucking lightly.

Pulling away from you, he licks his lips. “Seven Gods~” he groaned, “Ao sylutegon sīr sȳz (you taste so good).” 

“Aemond!” you moan, one hand tangles back into his hair and the other rests against his shoulder. His tongue licks its way inside you, thrusting in and out slowly as Aemond uses the pad of his thumb to stimulate your clit. He hums against you as you tug his hair, the vibrations making your hips buck against him. You try to grind against his thumb but Aemond holds your hips still with his free hand. Your back arches off the wall and you jolt with pleasure. Each exhale comes out as a moan. 

“Bona's ziry, jorrāelagon (that’s it, love), let me taste you.” He purrs, replacing his tongue with two fingers. Slowly, Aemond curls his fingers inside you before dragging them out and repeating. The motion is enough to bring you pleasure yet not enough to tip you over the edge and he knows it, Aemond is watching every twitch of your body, every expression you make. He listens to the way your breath hitches, knowing you need more but not giving it to you. Your hips thrust back against Aemond’s fingers, seeking more pleasure unconsciously and you whine when he pulls his finger out completely. 

“You know what to do if you want more, ñuha dōna (my sweet).” He teases, smirking up at you. 

“Kostilus (please), Aemond. I want to cum.. I want you to make me cum.” You beg breathily, mouth falling open in a silent moan as Aemond thrust his finger back inside you. He sets a fast pace this time, thrusting his fingers in and out of you quickly while hooking them perfectly to brush against your most sensitive spots with each movement. 

“Sȳz riña, (good girl)” he praises before licking and sucking against your clit. Your body jerks and twists against him from the sudden intense pleasure. His name falls from your mouth like a prayer as you moan, unable to say or think anything but him. Your eyes roll back and you stutter out a small breath. Your body freezes, your muscles tensing. The hand in his hair grips it tightly, holding him against your core as you cum. 

Aemond guides you through it, whispering praises against your thigh as his fingers slow before pulling out completely. He stands, making a show of sucking your climax off of his fingers. The two of you stand in comfortable silence. You, catching your breath, and him, helping to situate your dress. 

“I missed you too,” You joke, breaking the silence surrounding the two of you. He chuckles softly from behind you, where he was relacing the strings of your dress. It was more a puff of air than a laugh. Finishing, he wraps his arms around you, spinning you to face him. He kisses you again, though this kiss is gentle, his hand cradling the side of your face. 

“I want to tell them. Tonight at dinner.” Aemond whispers, placing his forehead against yours. “I’m tired of hiding.. I want them to know you are mine.”  

You look into Aemonds eye, seeing the full range of his emotions and the hope he has of a future with you. It’s a sight only you get to see, “I want that too…” 

“But?” Aemond said, his shoulders deflating slightly at the thought of you not truly wanting to be with him. At the fear of this being no more than a secret for you, that you would be ashamed to be seen with him. 

“But maybe we should tell King Viserys in private… I’m  worried about the possible arguing between our families if we tell everyone at once.” “Then it’s settled, we will tell the King after dinner. When his spirits are high.” Aemond smiled, placing a chaste kiss against your lips. Separating from you he grabbed your hand, “until tonight, ñuha dōna (my sweet).” He kissed the back of your hand and turned to walk away.

The dinner had not gone as you had hoped. For a while, things were nice… amicable even. But then, Aegon made a snide comment to Jace about Baela and then about you, and all hell broke loose. 

Jace had punched Aegon square in the nose, likely breaking it. Aegon, in turn, shoved Jace down against the table. Luke had gotten up so quickly that his chair rocked back and clattered to the floor. You watched as Aemond blocked Luke’s path towards Jace and Aegon, where they were now throwing punches at each other. Aemond shoved Luke causing him to stumble back a few steps and his gaze quickly shifted to your own. 

You locked eyes with him, silently pleading that he not get involved. And in the seconds that he had not been watching your brother, Luke landed a punch directly against Aemonds jaw. You gasped, watching helplessly from your seat as the two sets of brothers were wrangled apart by the kingsguard. Standing you joined your mother as she worriedly looked over Jace and Luke. Your eyes glanced over to Aemond briefly and, as he met you gaze once more, you quirked a brow. Silently asking if he was alright. He nodded, quick and small, to reassure you before his gaze shifted back to his mother as she fussed about them. 

Before sending you and your brothers to your respective rooms, she informed you that come morning, you would all journey back to Dragonstone.

You quietly climbed out of the secret passageway into Aemonds room after listening to make sure he was alone. Quickly running to embrace him tightly. 

“Tonight could have gone better..” he jokes, hoping to hear your laugh. Instead all he heard was a shuddering inhale. 

“We lost our chance,” you murmur softly against his chest. “The king is probably asleep now.. and it’s far too late for him to accept any visitors in his room, kin or not.”

Aemond strokes your hair soothingly, “It’ll be alright, ñuha dōna (my sweet). We will speak to him in the morning.” 

“I am too leave come first sign of day.. my whole family is. My mother thought it best we leave before the King wakes, to avoid putting too much strain on him.” 

“Gaomagon daor zūgagon (do not fear). We will figure this out… I promise” Aemond moves, cradling your face in one of his hands. With the other he gently brushes your hair off of your shoulder, leaning down to kiss your neck. 

“Aemond… what are you-” 

“Shh, ñuha dōna (my sweet), let’s enjoy what time we have together.” Aemond purrs, his hands reaching behind you and pulling the laces of your dress loose. The fabric falls to the floor, pooling around your feet, leaving you bare. “By the Seven…Jurnegon ao, Issa jorrāelagon ao issi se olvie gevie mirre naejot mirre glaesagon (Look at you, my love you are the most beautiful thing to ever live).” Aemond dips, wrapping his arms around your thighs and lifting you. You laugh, bracing your hands against his shoulders as he carries you to his bed. You fall against the mattress with a ‘thud’, lifting yourself up on your elbows. You watch with half lidded eyes as Aemond slowly removes his shirt, tossing it to the side. 

He starts to undo his pants when you speak, “Wait,” shifting to your hands and knees you crawl across the mattress until you are in front of him. “Ivestragī issa dohaeragon ao (Let me help you).” Aemond watches as you slowly hook your fingers under the waistband of his pants, sliding them down his legs. You lightly drag your nails across his skin. The sensation makes his muscles tense. 

You meet his gaze as you take his dick in your hand. You slowly run your hand from base to tip and back before stopping. “Kostagon nyke emagon nykeā sylutegon (Can I have a taste), my prince?” 

Aemond growls out a swear, tangling a hand in your hair. “Open your mouth.” He guides you down the length of his cock, groaning as your throat constricts against him. Slowly, Aemond guides your head along his cock. He inhales sharply through his nose as you reach one hand up to grip the part your mouth can’t reach, matching the languid rhythm he set. With your free hand you reach between your legs, rubbing your clit between your fingers. You moan around him, causing Aemonds hips to stutter. 

“Seven… look at you darling… simply tasting my cock brings you this much pleasure?” He teases, “you’re so desperate for me aren’t you?” You moan around him again, your eyes falling closed. 

“Jaelagon tolī (want more)?” You moan around him, the vibrations causing him to groan. He pulls you off of him, pulling you up to stand. Taking your face in his hands, he kisses you fiercely in a clash of teeth and tongues. He tapped your thigh twice, signaling you to jump. He catches you by the underside of your ass. You lock your legs around his waist and wrap your arms around his neck. Aemond reaches beneath you, gripping his cock and lining it up with your entrance. In one thrust, he buries himself inside of your core. 

You break the kiss, throwing your head back and moaning as Aemond lifts your hips, bouncing you on him. Your nails claw at his back and you hide your face in his neck, moaning loudly. 

“Ao issi sīr ȳrda, issa dōna (you are so tight, my sweet), He moans into your ear. “You are practically sucking me in every time I pull out” 

“Aemond please– fuuck– It feels so good…” You meet his darkened gaze, panting harshly.  “Harder, I want you to fuck me harder.” 

He moans, hips stuttering before stopping altogether. Aemond pulls out, making you whine in frustration. Dropping you back against the bed, he hooks both of your legs over his shoulders. Quickly lining himself up again, he thrusts in completely with one snap of his hips, setting a fast pace. The force of his thrusts causing the bed to knock against the wall. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you as moan after moan is fucked out of you quicker than you can suck in oxygen. Aemond brings a hand down to your clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts. Your body convulses, unsure if it should seek out the intense pleasure you are feeling or if it should move away from it. 

“Aemond! Nyke jāre naejot māzigon (I'm going to come)!” Aemond thrusts into you harder, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing around the room with your panting. 

“I am too, love..” He says between pants, his rhythm faltering. 

Your body tenses and your mouth falls open as a loud moan forces its way out of you. Your walls tighten around Aemond’s cock, pushing him over the edge. He collapses against you, kissing you passionately as he climaxes inside of you. 

The both of you lay there catching your breath. Aemond’s body on top of yours, wrapping you up in the perfectness of the moment.

News of King Viserys’ death arrived on the back of a dragon, by way of Rhaenys. Along with the news of Aegon's ascension to king. Your mother had gone into labor early, whether the news was the cause of this no one could say. 

For three agonizing days, you could hear her wails echo throughout all of Dragonstone as Daemon held council after council. Watch over you and your youngest siblings had doubled, there was no where you went that a guard did not accompany you. It was suffocating. 

On the fourth day, just as the sun began to set, a raven appeared on your windowsill. Attached to its foot was a small scroll. It read,

Meet with me, tonight, when the moon is its highest. 

The note had no name signed, but you hadn’t needed a signature to know it was Aemond who called for you. And so, that night you snuck out to the beach and mounted your dragon. 

It took no time to reach the small islet between King's Landing and Dragonstone. You could see Vhagar’s towering for as you approached. Quickly landing, you jumped off of your dragon.  

“Tell me Rhaenys is wrong.” You plead, quickly walking up to Aemond. “Tell me Aegon did not take the throne!”

“I cannot lie to you,” Aemond said solemnly, taking a step towards you as you took a step back. 

“Then why ask me here?” You demand. 

“Run away with me. We can leave this behind us, leave Westeros behind us.” He begs you, hands reaching out to take yours. 

You're shaking your head, tears already welling up in your eyes, as Aemond pulls you back to him. His hands cradle either side of your face, thumbs wiping away the tears that spill over.

“Please, (Y/N)..” his voice is small, afraid of your answer. “Please say yes.. say you want this as much as I do.” Aemond lays his forehead against yours, nuzzling against you. 

Your hands reach up to lay overtop of his, your eyes have closed as tears now run freely down your cheeks. “I..” you choke out, “Aemond I can’t.” You sob, your hands tightly gripping his. “I cannot leave my mother.. I wish I could say yes.. Aemond I do, please believe me… but I can’t.” 

Aemond shushes you, holding you to him as you sob. Tears well in his own eye and threaten to spill over as his chest tightens. Resentment for his family, your family, the situation you’ve both been forced into, threatens to explode out of him. 

Once your cries have lessened, and your breaths start to even out, you pull away. Placing a hand against his cheek, you pull him down for a chaste kiss. “Goodbye, Issa jorrāelagon (my love)..” As you remount your dragon and take off towards Dragonstone, you hear an anguished cry split through the air followed by the thunderous roar of Vhagar.

Part 2 Part 3

[ryiju-muunie]

Kiss Tomorrow Goodbye

18+ viewer discretion is advised

Fem!reader/inmate!Toji Fushiguro Warnings: established relationship, slight angst, mentions of abuse, conjugal visit, breeding, breeding kink, missionary, cream pie, DILF Toji, Toji has a BD ;) Word Count: 3343 DESC: Your last visit until your boyfriend gets out of jail takes a spicy turns AKA idk how conjugal visits work so bear with me

Hi sorry IVE BEEN GONE! I see your requests and I'm getting there I promise!

It had been a year since your boyfriend decided to defend you in public. And a year since his sentence. That whole day was a mess from start to finish, and you wished you could take it all back. It started innocently enough, a family trip with him and his son, Megumi, at the local mall. Megumi clung to your hand more than Toji’s, causing your comments to start. To you, they were all jokes and to Megumi, they were hilarious. Little things like, “Aw, I guess Daddy’s not the favorite anymore!” Or, “Guess you need to put a ring on it sooner, babe.” It was supposed to be sweet fun, but it was getting to him. Maybe it was his rough childhood speaking or his insecurity as a parent, but your snide remarks weren’t helping his soured mood. Now that you looked back on it, it was your fault that he snapped. 

That man did nothing wrong other than come up to you and begin to gently compliment your outfit while you watched Megumi play in the child's play area. He did nothing that warranted your boyfriend coming up and grabbing him by the shirt collar, and socking him dead in the jaw. He did nothing wrong as he fell to his knees, and as your boyfriend kicked him in the gut. The man did nothing as he was viciously assaulted for merely hitting on a woman he didn’t know was taken. You were horrified as you watched your boyfriend send punch after punch his way, deforming his face with his fists. Megumi was terrified to see his dad do such a thing. 

But Toji heard nothing, saw nothing other than the fact a man was threatening his position as your loving boyfriend. And he was loving. Yet, something made him snap. It was a long time coming with his aggressive behavior in general. Especially with men who even looked in your direction. Call it possessiveness, call it love; You felt sick. Your hand covered Megumi’s eyes and slowly you began to walk backward, staring at the man you said you loved. Once he finished his punches, his hands covered in blood, he looked back at you two. He was hollow, a shell of who he was. He always was after his explosive anger attacks. They came and took hold of that man and made him instantly regret ever being alive. He watched the two of you back away in fear, as the security guards detained him. 

You did love him, you couldn’t help it. Even if he punched that man for no reason in your eyes, to him he was about to lose you. Toji was a sad man who came from a traumatic home, but you didn’t know that. He never let you in on why he was the way he was, or why he had that damn scar on the side of his mouth. The man never let you in and told you about how he got it, or why he was so protective of you. In his eyes, any man could take you away and leave him alone with nothing but a bottle in his hand. 

It took you a month before you decided to visit him in jail. You didn’t want to take Megumi because you knew it would take him a while to warm up to the idea of seeing his father after what he witnessed. You were patted down and inspected, told to take off your shoes and all that fun stuff. It felt like a lunch room, rather than what you had seen on TV. You sat at a round table, with a few decks of cards sprawled in the middle. Toji wasn’t there yet, but he was aware you were visiting. And you knew he’d be pissed you hadn’t come sooner. You figured he’d be all cocky and give you the silent treatment like the bitch he was. So you didn’t expect to see him look so … defeated. He walked into the room with two guards beside him, just for security. They motioned to your table and he looked at you. Your boyfriend looked … dead. Bags under his eyes and a hollow expression. The same expression you saw on that day. Regret and remorse for his actions in a way you hadn’t seen before. There was something different in his eyes when he saw you, a glimmer of hope. Maybe all wasn’t lost. Maybe he still had you. 

You stood up and swallowed, watching him come toward you in his tan jumpsuit. Your arms opened involuntarily and he pulled you into a very quick hug, probably protocol. He smelled different, he felt different. There was a stiff movement about his motions as he sat down across from you, his hands on top of the table. Was he … shaking? Like an abused pitbull, he stared at you and waited for you to speak. 

“Toji…” You began, hesitating before resting your hands atop the table as well, “Megumi isn’t ready to see you yet,” he nodded and looked away. 

“You came to see me. I thought you’d never come back after that day,” his eyes met yours again and you felt a wave of sadness. This wasn’t the cocky man you fell in love with. This was a shell of that man. “I’m sorry baby,” he rasped, voice strained against his throat. 

“Why did you do it?” Was all you could ask. If you got some clarity, and some answers, then you’d be able to figure out what to do after that. You’d be able to figure out how to address your relationship. You still loved him, we know this, but was it worth it? Was waiting for him while he rotted worth it? The man was silent for a few moments, staring at the table between your hands. Your hands were atop each other, near his but far enough you two wouldn’t get in trouble. You wanted to touch him as badly as he wanted to touch you, to break the distance and tell him everything would be okay. He needed it, you could tell. 

“When I was a kid, my brothers threw me into a pit of snakes,” he didn’t look up, “And my parents … laughed,” a defeated laugh came out of his lips, “No one treated me like how you do,” then Toji looked up at you, a dry edge taking to his voice. His eyes were like glass, staring at you with his soul naked to yours, “I can’t lose you or ‘Gumi- I can’t lose you,” then he took your hands, just for a second to squeeze them before he let go. The touch was fleeting, and it burned. Your skin ached where he touched it, and you longed to hold him. To tell him it was okay. Never in your relationship had he ever let you see this side of him, the side of him that was about to cry. The side of him that was truly vulnerable. Even with just a few short words you knew there was more to his childhood than he led on, more horrific stories than that one. His skin was all you wanted to feel, as you saw the tears pool up in his eyes. This wasn’t him, this wasn’t the Toji you knew. This was him at his lowest level, begging for help. Begging for … you. 

You weren’t going to let go of him that easily. 

Every weekend, you visited him. Sunday, at noon, you’d come and greet him with a smile. You didn’t understand how much it affected his mental state just to see you. It gave your boyfriend something to wake up for in the morning, it gave him motivation to work out and help out around the jail. He wanted to be with you, touch you, smell your hair, anything. Even if he couldn’t, and even if he could only see you for a few hours, that was all he needed. You saw his improvement slowly but surely, every time you’d come over. His skin brightened and his smirk was wide. Toji was getting his personality back slowly, but surely. Megumi visited him shortly after you began your weekly visits. You let the two of them talk alone, watching from afar. It was heartbreaking to see how your step-son perspective of the world had shifted all from one incident. It was heartbreaking to see him become cautious around the man who had been there since his birth. But Fushiguro knew this all too well, and he understood things would be different until the trust was built. 

There were two months until Toji would be released with parole. You weren’t able to hide how excited you were, just to be able to see him and hold him. That’s all you wanted. Just to taste his mouth and run your hands through his hair, which had gotten shaggier now. Your boyfriend’s physical appearance had definitely changed, in one way or another. Whether that was his muscles or the fact he had a new tattoo he didn’t want to tell you about. You didn’t really notice the changes, since you hadn’t seen him without that bulky jumper off in … a year. You didn’t want to admit how sexually frustrated you had been since that day. Nothing could replace his fingers, or his big cock thrusting into you. Not even a dildo, not even your fingers. No vibrator was as good as his tongue and no pillow was as plush as his thighs. You had to face it, you were desperate for him to leave. Two months were going by too slowly, and it was killing you. 

Until one of your friends had mentioned something offhandedly. A conjugal visit. You weren’t sure what it was until you did a bit of research, then you knew you were on board. A personal, one-on-one visit with just you and your boyfriend. You knew you didn’t have to ask him, of course, he’d agree. Toji was just as pent-up as you, more so in fact. It was hard, to see you in those perfect outfits and to see your perfect fact, and not being able to do anything. He couldn’t hug you, he couldn’t hold you, and he surely couldn’t fuck you. So when one of the guards came to him on a Monday and told him you had scheduled a conjugal visit for that day, he was intrigued, to say the least. Your boyfriend had heard about it from some of his cell friends, but he didn’t think you were that desperate. He thought if anything he would be the one going crazy while you took this like a champ, he had no idea you were lusting as much as he was. 

You were issued a trailer with a bed, a small bathroom, and a nightstand full of condoms and lubricant. It was spacious and quite clean for being used for sex regularly. You found yourself seated on the bed as you waited for Toji to come with an escort. Once that door closed it would just be the two of you, ready to do whatever the hell you wanted for hours upon hours. The door jiggled a few times before you saw him. 

Never had you seen him that excited to see you, as he slammed the door behind him. He peaked around a bit before he saw you on the bed, waiting for him. A genuine smile appeared on his lips, pulling at that scar and making the skin around his eyes crinkle. “I miss you,” he muttered, strolling into the mini bedroom. You looked up and felt the bed dip down under his weight as he flopped down onto his stomach, “And I missed laying on a damn bed.” You laughed and looked down at him, putting your hand in his hair. It was soft and longer than he usually kept it. Your fingers ran through his locks and lightly played with the strands in a way that made him melt. This touch was bliss, utter bliss. And you hadn’t even gotten started yet. He looked over at you and put his hand on your hip, using his thumb to rub a small circle in your skin. It was intimate without even trying. 

“C’mere,” you motioned, leaning back onto the headboard. Your legs were slightly spread as you invited him to lay between them. He didn’t have to be told twice, practically tripping on himself to seat himself on his front and in between your legs. Toji was warm, as he wrapped his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your lower abdomen. 

Your hands tangled into his hair as you let out a small breath, “Two months and you’ll be out… I’m so excited,” you smiled, “And I was thinking, you know, Megumi wants a sister.” That caught his attention from dozing off, from your supple touch. Toji’s head perked up and his eyes trained on your face. He was listening. 

“I think a good present for me, and Megumi, could be giving him a sister,” you continued, looking away with a shy expression. It felt so right, being this close to him. You needed him in so many ways it was starting to burn again. The way his hands lingered on your hips, and as they slowly started to play with the hem of your pants. And how one hand trailed up the small of your back, making you shiver intently. 

“Right now, princess?” A low purr escaped his lips, as he slowly got up from his lying position to sit in front of you. There was an unmistakable lust building in his eyes, in a way you missed. Oh how you missed it, to hear him mutter filthy fucking things in your ear. And how you missed how he’d manhandle you like it was nothing, using you like the whore you were. You bit onto your bottom lip and nodded, letting your boyfriend do the rest of the work. You didn’t have to speak or tell him twice, as his lips found yours. A tightening feeling arose in your chest, along with a warm, arousing fire that was building in your pussy. His lips molded against yours and kissed you like this was the first time in a year, which it was. Sure, you gave him a quick peck every time you’d see him. But it was never enough. Nothing was enough. Not even kissing him would be enough to satiate the yearning that had been building in your body for months. Your hands made a home on his back, digging into his jumpsuit and then moving to ruffle his hair. 

He tasted like smoke, and like home. This was your Toji. The Toji that took hold and took charge, roughing you around and pushing you to your limits. His tongue slid into your mouth and you couldn’t suppress the noise that came along with it. It was pleasurable, how it rolled and explored your own mouth. It ran along your bottom lip and then touched your own tongue, which tried to battle against it. But nothing could win against his dominance. His hands went to work, unzipping the front of your jeans and slowly sliding them off, with help from you lifting your perfect hips. Of course, you were wet. You were easy to please with him. And it didn’t help you had been waiting for this for practically ever. Every moment you touched yourself in your shared bedroom you envisioned this. The first time having sex after Toji had been gone. You pictured how he’d finger fuck you, then how he’d tongue fuck you, before finally forcefully stretching you with his dick. His perfect dick, the dick you could never fully take in your mouth. The best dick you had ever fucked. You could practically feel it then, as he broke away from the kiss to pull down your underwear.

Your hands moved to cup his face, “No…” A pout formed on your lips, “Fuck me.. Please.. I want it .. so bad…” It was all you had to say before he was unzipping his jumper. He was built, more than before. Muscles flexing in his neck from seeing your dripping pussy on display. Toji stood to fully take it off, watching as you began to touch yourself. You couldn’t help it, you were needy for him. Your fingers played with your clit as you watched him, seeing his jaw clench from the small noises you made. 

“You’re a fucking tease, you know that?” He grunted, kicking off his jumpsuit and pulling down his underwear. There it was, the thing you had been waiting for. He was hard and throbbing for you, begging to nestle into your wetness and fuck you until you sobbed. Fushiguro crawled back onto the bed and grabbed your jaw with one of his hands, “Open your mouth.” He whispered, a seductive tone filling his voice. Your whine filled the air as you complied and he spat into your mouth. You missed being used like a little slut and being forced to do whatever he wanted, just for his own pleasure. 

He didn’t put you on your stomach as you thought he would, instead opting for a very close missionary. It was nice, to see his face as he slid into your warmth. Toji could’ve come then and there from it. How you were tight and how you were dripping for him. All after some kissing? You were so desperate it hurt. Your skin was on fire as he pressed his body against you and rested his face into the crook of your neck. Your boyfriend’s mouth wandered, biting the skin and sucking to leave you with a mark you could show off for days. Toji thrust into you, letting out a noise you hadn’t heard before. It was … a whimper. He was so horny for you that he was at the point of whimpering, how pathetic. 

“M… mm.. I’m gonna.. F-ffuck.. Make you a mommy, a pretty.. mm fuck.. A pretty little mo-mommy,” he groaned, beginning to thrust into your pussy at a good pace. You bit your lip and tried not to make too much noise, but it was hard when he was hitting that perfect spot. It was hot, how he fucked into you like he was in heat. You felt so good it was hard not to just fuck you until he came … and that’s what he was doing. You wanted Toji to make you a mommy and fill you up with his seed until you were bulging in your tummy. You wanted him to make you a pretty little mommy, a whore just for him. And you were. You would do anything for him if he asked.

“Pl-please,” you whined, hands wrapped around his shoulders as he humped into your cunt, “H…harder .. mm.. Sh-shitt..” It was hard not to cum when he was abusing your pretty little spot. You were almost there, and hearing him whimper from each squelch was making it harder not to unravel. You had never heard Toji make such desperate sounds until he was balls deep into your warmth and taking it all in. Then you did cum, gasping and grunting at the sensation. Your walls clenched as you felt the pleasure wash over your cunt a few times before filling the rest of your body in orgasmic waves of bliss. That was enough for him, crying out before letting his cum paint your pretty walls white. Ropes of cum covered your insides and filled you up, making it almost hard to breathe. 

It wasn’t uncomfortable, it was all you wanted. You loved that man and you wanted his kids. Even if he had some baggage, everyone did. You made a vow to love him and you were going to keep it. And so was he. Toji wasn’t going to lose you no matter what.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Sunset ✨

Sunset was something you looked forward to every day.

Sunrise was something you dreaded.

Fluff and angst, vampire Eddie x reader, 18+ as there are slightly spicy situations.

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It's one of those long shifts at Family Video that's dragged on endlessly, you finish at five pm, the time seems to be passing by as slowly as possible.

You're grateful that Family Video managed to survive after the earthquake that should have torn the town apart, if it weren't for El destroying the Upside Down and stopping that grinchy ass looking Vecna's plans then you're sure Hawkins would have ended up as the epicentre for the apocalypse.

Mindless chatter washes over you as you vaguely listen to the conversations of a gang of preteens arguing over which film they were watching for movie night.

Steve and Robin are also discussing the dates that they went on at the weekend and you try to focus your attention on them, oohing and aching at the right moments.

You were happy that Robin was getting on so well with Vickie and that Steve was finally moving on from Nancy, it's just you were finding it hard to concentrate when you knew what tonight entailed.

Robin and Steve didn't know you were keeping a very very big secret.

Everything was pretty much back to normal, Autumn was well on its way and Hawkins looked picturesque as the trees turned various shades of reds, gold and brown. There was a chill in the air and Steve was planning a small party for when Halloween rolled around.

As much as you loved Halloween all that you could think of was tonight and how you wished that it was sundown.

Sundown was something that you looked forward to every day...because of him.

Finally when the clock strikes five you're anxiously shrugging off your work vest, Robin is grinning at you and Steve smirks as you wave goodbye to them hastily, "Looks like someone else has a hot date" he says to Robin.

Well they aren't wrong.

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It's dead silent as you rush into your house and straight upstairs to your bedroom. Snuffles the bear isn't in his usual resting place on the bed, instead he's being held by the lone figure who's standing at your window.

Eddie.

"Hi"

All the tension leaves your body as your eyes trail over him, he turns to you and there's a serene smile on his face.

"Princess" his voice is so soft and tender. A whisper in the wind.

His eyes are a mix of brown and the tiniest tinge of red. He's hungry. It must have been a couple days since he's fed.

"I missed you" you tell him as you rush over to him and as much as you desperately want to throw your arms around him, you know that he needs blood. Mostly he feeds himself on blood bags, keeping his hunger sated.

Not that you know much about what he does, he showed up at your window nearly three months ago and almost gave you a heart attack.

He was dirty, covered in blood and goodness knows what else and you rushed to help him, you were so certain he was dead; Dustin was so sure that he was dead otherwise neither of you would have left his body in that...hellhole.

The guilt almost overwhelmed you but you pushed it out of your mind and the red flags that were forming in your mind at how the hell he was alive.

You guided him to the shower and found him some clean clothes that you sneakily borrowed from your dad, the clothes were baggy on Eddie but they were better than nothing.

Despite being presumed dead, Eddie had no injuries, scars yes but no injuries. Maybe it was some freaky Upside Down coincidence, you didn't know at the time what was really wrong.

The next morning Eddie was gone and he didn't return for days to the point you were certain that him coming back was all a dream.

He returned a few days later and it's the first time that you found out what he had turned into. He was covered in blood, some of it coated around his mouth. His eyes were bright red and you saw a hint of fangs.

That's the night you found out he was a vampire.

...

At first he would visit once or twice a week but recently it had turned into...more. Almost every night he visited you now and it was like he had never gone. He was his usual goofy, charismatic self and you loved the time you spent together.

The only other person who knew was Dustin and if Eddie wasn't with you then he was with Dustin, still playing D&D and teaching Dustin all the metal music knowledge he knew.

"I missed you too" his fingers ghost over your cheek and his hand rests on your chest, directly on your heart. His lips meet yours and like the last few times this has happened the kissing heats up quickly, it's all you can do but to pull away reluctantly.

There's a soft growl in Eddie's throat and you soften as he turns away from you immediately. He always gets like this when he's hungry.

"It's okay' you notice his eyes flash with hunger, you can feed" he nods then slowly guides you to the bed, he waits until you're settled before he sits down and kisses you again, lips trailing over your jaw then to your neck.

There's a slight sting as his fangs pierce your skin, he moans and one of his hands caresses your hips, god you shouldn't be so turned on by this but you are.

Blood pounds in your ears and a delicious heat pools in your stomach. Eddie pulls away, chuckles lightly and his eyes meet yours.

"You taste divine sweetheart and I'm guessing you liked that very much?" you nod, squirming with need and he smirks and his eyes darken for an entirely different reason.

He then wastes no time in burying his head between your thighs.

❤️

Much much later you're cuddled into Eddie and trace gentle circles around his tattoo. Your body is entwined with his, a frown on his face as he notices that it's nearly dawn.

Yeah you're trying not to notice that as well, the thought makes your throat feel tight and your heart ache.

He sighs and kisses you softly "I have to go princess" he sounds as disappointed as you are and all you can do is nod. You're afraid if you say anything you might tear up.

Theres a few more long, passionate kisses but pretty soon times up. Eddie groans and kisses your forehead, he then whispers in your ear. "I love you Princess"

Okay, now the tears really do come. "I love you too Eddie" his answering smile makes your heart flutter and with another quick kiss he's ready to leave.

"I'll be counting down the hours until I can see you again sweetheart" he winks and then he's gone.

You lay in your bed full of a million different emotions, Eddie loves you. He loves you. It makes you feel giddy. How you wish he could be here in the sunlight too.

As much as you loved sundown, you dreaded sunrise.

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[headcanonenthusiast]

Kyle Garrick NSFW headcanons

This was so difficult to write for some reason and idk why 😭😭 I think I just had a lot of trouble writing for Gaz, because as much as I like him as a character, I'm not much of a Gaz girl. (Or, I wasn't before writing this. I think I changed my own mind with these headcanons 🤭)

(I completely understand that this type of content is not everyone's cup of tea, and that's ok! But, please scroll and ignore if this type of content isn't your thing as opposed to leaving any sort of negative comments.)

Enjoy!

Nsfw under the cut.

-His biggest mission during sex is to make you scream.

-If you haven't screamed his name so loudly that it gets you a volume warning on a smart watch, he isn't done.

-Will beg you to be even louder if he isn't satisfied with your volume.

-"C'mon, louder. Louder, baby, you can be louder than that."

-Lowkey doesn't mind fucking you near an open window. Def leans down to whisper in your ear to encourage you to be louder.

-"Don't go covering your mouth now, love. Let the neighbors hear how good I'm making you feel."

-3 inches soft, 5 inches hard.

-Calls you pretty girl/boy all the time.

-Especially if you're wearing something of his, whether it be a shirt or necklace or his dog tags.

-Honestly, whenever he sees you in his clothing, especially his dog tags, he goes crazy.

-"Look at you, pretty boy/girl. Keeping my shirt nice and warm for me."

-OBSESSED with taking you while you're on your stomach.

-He'll lean down to kiss your shoulders and back, fingers switching between your hip to your side.

-Isn't opposed to you being on top, as long as you're both enjoying yourselves.

-Like I said, he loves taking you from behind. As such, he sees any sort of marks or dots that you normally don't even see. And he'll run his fingers along any birthmarks/scars with his face buried in the crook of your neck.

-Feel like he'd like recording/taking pictures of it, too. (With consent ofc)

-And he definitely won't share those photos with anyone. They are only for his eyes and your own.

-"God, baby. I ruined you last night. Look at how messy your hair got."

-I feel like he sends the most gorgeous nudes.

-He basically poses for you like a model in front of the mirror. Mf knows he's hot.

-I feel like the main way he asks for sex is sending you a nude or spicy message. Normally doesn't ask for it outright, kinda let's it go over text or come into the night randomly.

-He sees eating you out/sucking you off as a great way to calm you down.

-If somethings got you upset, he'll get a small frown on his face and look more concerned. You don't have to tell him anything if you don't want to, though. Just let him gently eat your pussy/suck your dick and I can guarantee that you'll forget about whatever was upsetting you.

-If you feel more overstimulated or just have the tendency to cry from the sensations of sex, he's stopping and pulling out with a hand on your shoulder.

-"Oh shit, did I hurt you? I'm sorry, babe."

-And even if he didn't hurt you at all, it just felt super good, he never pressures you into continuing. If you want to keep going, he'll return to a similar pace but with more awareness of your facial expressions and noises.

-I feel like he'd want to try cockwarming you, but he's honestly so bad at keeping still. It's not his fault you feel too good to not move inside of.

-"Come on, baby. You feel so good, you're so fucking tight. It'd be sinful of me not to move."

-Please put your hands on his shoulders if you're on your back. Nothing will get him harder than you touching his shoulders.

-And if you cry out his name? His confidence shoots through the roof and he nearly cums right then and there.

-Prefers cumming on your stomach, back or thighs so he can take pictures afterwards.

-Aftercare includes him handing you some water before grabbing two game controllers, asking if you'd like to play a game before bed. And if you agree, y'all's moans won't be the only thing the neighbors complain about. Your laughter will probably be as loud as the moans, too.

-And maybe whoever loses the game has to bottom for the next round, idk 🤭

My hands hurt from typing so much 😭 but thanks to everyone who voted! It was challenging to write for Gaz, bc like I said, until an hour ago when I started writing this I wasn't super attracted to him, but I need to learn to write for characters I don't often think about more. Hope y'all enjoyed! Alejandro is up next 😏

[elfven-blog]

Every Mark

Summary: Leon finds you while you're unhappy with your body, he goes on a mission to convince you otherwise

Leon Kennedy x F!Reader [Married]

CW: MDNI, 18+, bit spicy at the end, Leon has a taste. Female anatomy for reader, lots of kisses and fluff.

Word count: 1.7k

It was a warm summer evening as you were changing again and again into different clothes. You liked summer, when it was warm, and you could get away with drinking nothing but cool water and fizzy drinks. Well, that’s what you told everyone, but the truth was you liked getting to watch your husband work on his bike or clean the yard with nothing but his shorts on.

The expanse of his skin stretching over taunt muscles, sweat glistening as he worked hard, and those rare moments where he was off for more than a day so you could lounge outside together as he kept up his workout…’training’ he said. But you both know he just liked giving you a show.

Today was different, you and Leon were going out with friends. To celebrate some charity thing Claire had set up, an excuse just for you to all see each other again. But with it being summer, none of your regular evening wear would work, all of it making you too warm and stuffy. Which meant you’d wear your less covering stuff, which mean more skin showing, which meant your stretchmarks were on show.

You took a deep breath, trying to stay calm as you looked yourself over in the mirror. This dress was too tight and too short, the stretch marks on your thighs and back of your knees could be seen. Bottom lip worried between your teeth as you pulled it down, it didn’t budge, and tears welled in your eyes. You take this one off too, maybe it’s not a dress night you reason. Maybe it’s just some nice pant and a blouse night. So, you tried that instead, but the shirts showed off the stretchmarks across your hips.

After spending a few more minutes trying to find something…anything to wear, you sit on the edge of the bed. Your hand rubbed at your eyes, and you sighed. Guess today wasn’t a good day, maybe you could convince Leon you weren’t feeling well and needed to stay in bed, before he got home from work. But you hadn’t realised the time, hadn’t even noticed that Leon had already opened the door to your shared room, that he was watching with sad eyes as you picked at your skin. His gaze following down your body with a frown as he realised it was one of those days.

He moved silently across the floor, dropping to his knees in front of your with a soft ‘thump’. “Well, hello there, princess” his hands moved onto your leg, gliding across the soft skin there. Your head looked up, a tremble on your bottom lip. Your eyes followed his hands and you felt gross as his fingers smoothed over the stretchmarks there.

Leon’s eyes caught the way yours followed his hands, and he realised with a furrowed brow what it was that was bothering you. ‘Can’t have that’, he thought ‘going to have to do something about it’. And his mind flashed with an idea, he pressed a gentle kiss to your lips before standing up with a stretch. “You mind helping me choose what to wear, pretty girl? You always manage to know what looks best” his plan of distracting you worked as you smiled up at him, pretending you weren’t reassessing every inch of your body just moments before.

“‘Course I can! Not like you can dress yourself anyway.” There’s his wife, he thinks, just a glimpse as she teases him. He shakes his head as he undresses out of his work suit. You’ve moved behind him, your hands helping him take off the jacket and then his shirt, your eyes wander down his back and arms. This time your lip was between your teeth, but not the same as earlier.

You couldn’t help but look at the muscle he’d gained during his training, your hands gliding down his arms and over scars as you took his shirt off before your hands settled at his waist. Eyes gazing over the stretch marks formed from the years of exercise and muscle building, your fingers delicately tracing them. And Leon smirked, not that you could see as he decided to put his plan in to action, a deep sigh leaving him.

He knew that your brow was furrowed, and the corners of your lips would be pulled down, as he moved your hands from where his stretch marks were at his hips, moving them to sit farther up his chest instead. The sound of an offended gasp left your mouth, and he bit his lip as he tried to stop the smirk growing into a grin. You pulled your hands back down to where they were, and he pulled them back up. It was like a game for a few minutes, and then he heard you grumble. “Excuse you, leave my hands alone”.

Leon shook his head, scratching at the back of his neck and moving your hands again “not today, baby, please” his voice had an uncomfortable tinge to it, making you freeze, and you leant against him. Your face leaning on his back as you moved your hands up before pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.

Concern lit up in your brain, and your thumb moved in soothing circles “are you okay? What’s wrong” Leon could almost feel bad for his deception right now…key word being almost. But he sighed in response to your question, shrugging his shoulders as he went through his shirts in the closet. Your arms tightening around him, pulling him further into your front “my love”.

The blonde took a deep breath and turned his head to look at you. His eyes held tears as his bottom lip trembled, and he saw your heart break through you eyes. Definitely thought the tears were real then, guess the training was working. Your hand moved to cup his cheek, thumb running under his eyes “no no no, baby what’s wrong? Tell me”

He turned completely to you, his own hands moving to settle on your waist as his head buried into your neck. Mainly so he could hide the fact he couldn’t keep the false tears up. Another shaky breath, you felt what you thought was trembling through his shoulders as you rubbed his back “I just-its. I don’t know, don’t you think they’re gross?”

The noise that left your mouth was on he had never heard before, like he had just killed your baby right in front of you. He fights back a smile, pouting and nuzzling his face deeper into your neck instead. “Leon Scott Kennedy-” uh oh “-how dare you say that about yourself, I would fight anyone who would insult you. That includes yourself, you absolute moron.”

And suddenly, he was picking you up while a squeal left your mouth and a small shout of his name. He walked the few steps to your bed, laying you down on it as he hovered above you with his arms caging you in. A loving glint filling his blue eyes, and a dopey smile on his face. “exactly” he whispers.

Everything clicks in to place in your mind, the realisation that your husband just played you seeps in. Your mouth opening in a shocked expression as your eyes widen, and you go to speak but no words come out. Leons’ smile turn in to a smirk as he presses his mouth to yours in a gentle kiss. Then he’s moving down your body, pressing his lips to every inch he can. You whine when he passes your neck, confused as to why he wouldn’t mark his favourite place on you, and he just smooths his hand on your leg.

“S’okay pretty girl, got a different plan today…gonna make my girl feel good, show her how much her stretch marks affect me” you almost feel the blush heating up your body. Leons still making his way down, he removes your shirt, and a small groan leaves him at the sight. The way he looks at you make you want to cover yourself or open your legs. You’re not quite sure. “Fuck, my pretty girl indeed”

Leon presses his lips to your skin, travelling between the valley of your breasts and you’re even more confused when he just passes them too. But the thoughts are soon wiped away when his hands dig into the soft plush of your hips, and his mouth presses into the area of your stretch marks. Your breath hitches, but Leon doesn’t stop. He presses a kiss to each individual mark “You love mine, can’t keep your hands off them. Moment they’re on show your eyes are glued to them, watching me work out, riding me, trapped beneath me. And there you are watching them or tracing them.” He moves across your stomach, his teeth nipping at the soft skin before he’s kissing the marks on the other side.

Your thighs move to press together from his attention, the slick coating your panties. Who knew something simple like this would affect you so much, you don’t know if its his words or how focused he is on showing each single mark love. Leon notices and moves one of his hands to hold your thighs open “uh uh” he mutters, moving down from your stomach and hips. And oh god, you think, some relief.

But no, Leon isn’t that kind. He’s busy. You’ll just have to wait a little longer while he finishes. His eyes flicker up to watch you. A beautiful sight above him, head thrown back, hands clutching the sheets and eyes closed shut as you try to breath. He raises an eyebrow, his hand smoothing up your stomach as he presses his mouth to the marks on your thighs. He keeps his eyes on you now, watching as you bite your lip to hold your noises back.

He cant help himself, not with your cunt right in front of him with soaked panties. So what is he meant to do? Nothing? Absolutely not. His tongue licks over the cloth, his eyes shutting as he tastes you. A groan leaves him and he’s using his hands to push your legs so he can lay between them properly. He practically rips your underwear off so he can dive his face into your fold, lapping at you as he pushes closer, your hands shooting down to his hair and pull him closer. He speaks into your pussy, and the vibrations make your back arch as you moan.

“yeah yeah, we’ll have to call and tell them we’ll be late”

[awardenandacrow]

FANFIC SNIPPET 11

[My version of the scene they cut. Lucanis takes Rook away from the party after Illario is defeated… and reveals it’s a date of sorts. Neimeryn is excited… but isn’t so sure about what he’s got planned.] EDITED FROM ITS PREVIOUS VERSION TO REFLECT THE CHOICE I MADE IN-GAME.

SPOILERS FOR QUEST “A MURDER OF CROWS”

CW/TW: strong language, nudity, mature content (steamy, not spicy)

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“Isn’t there a rule about swimming after fighting blood mages? Or something?” Naimeryn asked nervously.

“You’re thinking of swimming too soon after eating,” Lucanis smirked. Her breath caught in her throat as he began to undo his shirt.

“So you’re… you’re serious. This is what we’re doing.”

“The canals are not so very deep,” he said, pulling his shirt open and beginning to shrug out of it. Naimeryn’s mouth went dry. The moonlight kissed his skin, every scar, every ripple of muscle outlined in its glow. Of course she knew he was handsome. Of course she knew he took care of his body. But to actually see his bare chest… she had to remind herself, forcibly, to breathe. “But we can do other things if you prefer.”

“No,” Naimeryn squeaked. Cleared her throat. “No, no, I. I’m just.”

“Nervous?” His smile was so warm, so inviting. Damn Illario for taking that from him. But he was dealt with now — she hoped. What if showing him mercy came back to bite them in the ass?

“Yeah.”

She took his outstretched hand tentatively.

“Your armor will weigh you down,” he told her. “This is a swimming lesson, not a drowning lesson.”

“Mmhmm,” Naimeryn nodded, but couldn’t move. Lucanis frowned. Dammit.

“I, uh. Have a confession.”

“Which is?”

“Iiiiii’ve… never been naked. In front of someone. Before.”

“Okay, well — what?”

Naimeryn covered her face with her hands. “This is so embarrassing,” she snapped into them, her voice muffled in her palms. “I’m a fraud, Lucanis. I’m a grown ass woman and I flirt my ass off but I — I don’t know what I’m *doing*.”

He surprised her with a chuckle that seemed to come from deep in his chest.

“Would you like me to look away then?”

“You’re not — mad? Disappointed?” She peeked between her fingers at him.

“About what?” He asked, sliding his hands around her wrists and gently pulling her hands away from her face. “We’re just here to swim, mi vida, I only want to make this as easy as possible for you.”

“Mi vida?” She asked. His eyes grew wide as he seemed to realize what he’d said, and he released her.

“That’s, ah. I will test the water. You do not need to be.. naked. If you don’t want. Just. No armor.”

He turned quickly and stepped down the stairs towards the canal. She spun away when she heard his beltbuckle. She shouldn’t stare. She wondered what it meant, what he’d said — she didn’t know a word of Antivan, only assumed “Mierda” was some kind of curse based on context. This had sounded more like.. a pet name?

Naimeryn bit her lip. She’d always been the one to dive right in, hadn’t she?

A few moments later she tentatively dipped a toe in the canal, arms crossed tightly over her bare breasts, feeling absolutely ridiculous. She crouched down and hugged her knees to her chest, inching further in to the next stair. The moon had slid behind the clouds, and the nearest streetlamp was too far to illuminate much but rough outlines.

“Lucanis?” She whisper-called, unsure why she felt the need to be quiet. A vaguely man-shaped outline stepped around the prow of the gondola to her right.

“Right here, Rook.”

She shivered, her whole body covered in goose flesh despite the surprising warmth of the water.

“I’m, uh, as ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Give me your hand.”

Naimeryn reached for his, following reluctantly as he lead her further into the canal, closer to the bridge. The water quickly reached her neck, even on her tip toes, and she felt the familiar grip of panic in her chest.

“Breathe,” Lucanis said, squeezing her hands. “I’m right here. I’ve got you.”

“I know Davrin makes it look easy — just like literally everything — but maybe uh, maybe elves just aren’t meant to —“

Something brushed against her ankle, and Naimeryn choked out a little scream, all but leaping against Lucanis’s chest. He stumbled, and they both got a face full of water before he righted himself.

“I’m so sorry are there *fish* in the canal?!” She gasped, clinging tightly to him. His fingers flexed on her waist, and she realized belatedly they were both naked, pressed against one another, in the dark, in water that suddenly seemed even hotter than before. Their faces were level with one another, barely an inch apart. The moon peeked out long enough to illuminate their faces in the dark, hers nerves melting into uncertainty, and his. Sure of what he wanted. In awe. Unafraid.

“Yes,” he whispered, “there are fish in the canals. You decided to be naked. You trust me.”

“I trust you more than I trust myself sometimes,” she whispered back. “Do you really want to talk about the fish still?”

“I’m not sure talking is what I want to do at all,” he said quietly, leaning in slowly. She realized belatedly he was giving her the chance to reject him, but it was needless. As soon as he’d tilted his head, she’d met him halfway. His tongue slipped across her lips and they instinctively parted for him. His hand scorched a path up her spine, out of the water to fist in her sopping hair, the other pressed tighter into the arch of her back, squeezing her as tightly as he could against him. His kiss was heat and desperation, and she clung to him, arms and legs wrapping around his frame in unison.

How had they gotten here? How had she, Naimeryn, the ugly, awkward, clumsy mage-Warden who couldn’t follow instructions, managed to ensnare the affections of this wonderful, kind, sweet, passionate man? She pulled her arms in to her to cup his face, pulling back just enough to pepper his face with softer, gentle kisses. She didn’t know what she was doing, but it felt right. She wanted to kiss him everywhere, to somehow express how much she cared for him without messing it up with the wrong words. To her surprise, he responded in kind, trailing slow, hot kisses across her cheeks and — creators, down her neck. She flinched as a moan escaped her unbidden, but if it bothered him, he gave no indication. Naimeryn sighed contentedly and pressed her lips to his forehead, her whole being shivering as his found her sternum. She suddenly understood the couples she had met who never seemed able to extracate themselves from each other. She’d want to stay in this bliss forever, too.

Even as the thought occurred to her, Lucanis stiffened and said in a voice that was not his own, “ANTAAM!”

“Spite, wait —“

But he’d already dropped her, setting off towards the shore and Lucanis’s gear. Just before her head slipped under, she saw them, a patrol starting across the bridge. Under the water was inky black. Panic clutched her and clouded her mind, making her forget she’d been standing in it not long before. She flailed, and by some mercy her foot hit the bottom — oh, yeah. She could stand. After one failed attempt — though it did result in a quick gulp of air — she found her footing. She spat out a mouthful of water and glared towards the side, where a half-dressed Lucanis was already back in control, swearing profusely at Spite, and wading back in.

“STUPID ROOK,” she heard.

“No, stupid *Spite*, you stab-happy —“

“I’m all right,” she grumbled, wiping water from her eyes. “Don’t get your clothes all wet.”

“Wade to the gondola,” Lucanis said quickly, sloshing over to it from where he was knee deep on the stairs. She glanced towards the bridge, thinking they were being loud now, but the antaam were nowhere in sight. They must’ve turned back. Even Lucanis wasn’t that fast.

Lucanis helped pull her over the side and into the gondola, apologizing profusely as he bundled her into his cloak.

“It’s all right,” she smiled weakly. “Maybe no more water dates, though?”

“Maybe not,” he agreed, pushing a wet tendril of hair out of her face. “A shame, though.. I hope you thought it was going well until I lost control?”

Naimeryn smiled, reaching out and caressing his cheekbone with her thumb. “You’re back in control now. And… we’re out of the water.”

Lucanis looked first surprised, then he smiled and leaned in. “Where were we?”

[thechildofmythal]

Library Books

Short fic of Cullen x Inquisitor Lavellan slow burn.

The Inquisitor literally bumps into Cullen in the library of Skyhold. Cue some of the oldest tricks in the book, pun intended. There's attraction, there's tension, there's two bookish nerds trying to flirt. Awful and cute.

It's canon that Cullen reads a lot, so it would be easy to find him at the library, I think.

Read here in AO3 if you're a registered user, or find it in its entirety below the cut.

Words: 1 790

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Ellana Lavellan climbed the stairs to the Skyhold library with her arms full of books. Reaching the top, she looked around to see if Dorian was around, but saw no sign of him. He would have been a great help in getting the books back in their right places, and made it fun, too.

Sighing, Ellana faced returning the books on her own. She took a look at the book on top of the pile in her arms, “A Study of the Fifth Blight,” and began to wander a meandering route between the bookshelves to find its place. Luckily, it did not take too long for her to find it. She tilted her head to read the cover of the next book on her lap while she walked between the shelves - and promptly walked into something tall, furry and immovable. 

“Oh!” she exhaled as a few books fell from her arms to the ground, but felt a stabilising, firm hand on her arm. It was Commander Cullen. She had bumped into his back - face first into the fur mantle on his shoulders. 

“Inquisitor!” Cullen exclaimed in surprise as he turned to face her, holding on to her arm with his hand, a book in the other hand. Ellana noticed he did not have his gloves on for once. “What were you– are you alright?”

Ellana blinked up at the man, trying to reorient herself, but his widened amber eyes on her and the man’s sudden proximity made her all the dizzier. Creators, he smells nice. Why did she always think about his scent? She never thought of what Varric or Blackwall or anyone else smelled like. Did Cullen simply have a stronger smell? Did he use more of some scent? No, it wasn’t that. The smell was very subtle, and it didn’t seem like he actually added any perfume. Perhaps a spicy, vanilla aroma in the hair product he used, then there was the leather of his armour, and most importantly, his own masculine musk that made her feel positively drunk of his presence. 

“Ellana?” Cullen repeated in a softer tone, squeezing her arm with a concerned look.

Ellana realised that the reason why she always noticed his scent was because, well, she noticed everything about him. Except apparently him being there in the library, having just walked straight into him.

“Sorry, I’m fine! I just, uh, wasn’t looking where I was going!” she hurried to explain and get a grip of herself. 

“So engrossed in,” Cullen turned his head to read the title of the book still remaining in her hand, “ A Dissertation on the Fade as a Physical Manifestation? Riveting reading, I’m sure.”

He gave her a lopsided smile, and Ellana swallowed. Her eyes were locked on the scar on his lip, and the tease in his voice made her get all kinds of ideas. She only needed to lean forward a bit, go up on tiptoe, and she could kiss him. It would be so easy. Would he still hold on to her arm? Would he answer her kiss and wrap the other arm around her, too? The thought gave her a thousand butterflies in her stomach.

“Dorian gave me this to read,” Ellana said and ripped her eyes off him to see where the other books had fallen.

Cullen’s hand let go of her. He tucked the book he was holding under his arm, and promptly knelt down on the floor to pick up the fallen books for her. Ellana quickly crouched down as well to clean up her mess, with a flustered face.

“That’s a book for mage students at Circles, ” he said, handing her a book from the floor. “Not the best suited for the likes of you and me.”

“You can say that again. Don’t tell Dorian, but I couldn’t finish it. Awful stuff. He’ll have to explain it to me.”

Ellana reached for the book farthest away at the same moment as Cullen did. Their hands brushed together, they looked at each other, then away, and they both chuckled a little. Cullen then picked up the book easily, having longer reach, and they both stood up together.

“Were you bringing all of these back?” Cullen asked, and with curiosity looked at the titles of the books he had picked up.

“Yes. Reading helps me get to know the world in other than Dalish terms,” she said and shifted, looking down at the books. “You must think me a bore, but I do enjoy reading.”

“If you are a bore, then there’s two of us,” Cullen said softly. Ellana looked up at him, and saw him smiling down at her. The butterflies and the terrible urge to kiss him returned in an instant. 

“Let me help you return these, or you’ll be here all evening,” Cullen offered. He took a book called Beyond the Frostbacks from her hands, and looked around. “This one belongs to this shelf, I think.”

“Thank you,” she said, and took a step aside to look for the right place for the next book called Ferelden: Folklore and History. 

“Rather heavy reading, all of these. Not a fan of Varric’s works, then?” Cullen asked conversationally as they walked between the bookshelves slowly, looking at the shelves and slipping the books in their places. 

“I’ve already read a couple of them, actually, and they’re really good,” Ellana admitted. “But I constantly feel like I’m out of my depth. I try to catch up on knowledge everyone seems to assume the Inquisitor should be well versed in.”

Cullen paused to look at Ellana as she reached to put a book on an upper shelf. With her back to him, he let his eyes wander along her stretched body, taking in her athletic, toned form and, Maker, her round buttocks perking up as she got up on tiptoe. Those were some form fitting trousers she was wearing, he thought appreciatively. She was not particularly short or small, but she had trouble reaching the top shelf. Cullen took a couple of seconds to gather courage to step closer - and to enjoy the view. Then he took a step forward, right next to her, and reached up easily being considerably taller than her. His larger hand covered hers holding the book, and he gently guided the book to its shelf. The book slotted into its place, and her hand ended up in his for a brief moment.

There she was. So close. Looking up at him with those big earnest blue eyes. She smelled fresh - like the moment just before rain, or perhaps freshly washed bed clothes that had been hanging outside to dry, and like a summery meadow in the middle of the night. No one else in Thedas smelled as enticing as she did. Or was as captivating as she was. Or as beautiful, he caught himself thinking. Cullen’s eyes were drawn to her parted lips - she then bit her lower lip, looking up at him, and he felt a sudden urge to bow his head and kiss her. The way she looked at him - he had to misjudge it, right? It would be madness to kiss her. It would be madness if she wanted him to, but she looked like that… This is mad, he decided. Get a grip of yourself. 

Cullen cleared his throat audibly - she blinked her eyes and looked down immediately. He let go of her hand and took a step back. The moment was over. He looked at the last book in his hands and started walking to the next library aisle. 

“You sound like you’re putting too much pressure on yourself,” Cullen said, picking up the conversation. “You should remember to let yourself relax, as well.”

“You’re one to talk. When’s the last time you’ve had a day off?” Ellana asked pointedly, walking after him. She gripped on the book she had left with both hands to stop them from shaking. 

“That, my lady, is beside the point,” Cullen quipped over his shoulder, and placed the last book in the shelf. “May I suggest a book? Some light reading to get your mind off of Grey Wardens and the Fade and Orlesian emperors of old.”

“If Dorian recommended a book on the intricacies of the Fade, are you going to suggest a book on trebuchets?” Ellana teased him, making him stop and look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“As a matter of fact I do know an excellent book on siege equipment, thank you very much,” Cullen said and Ellana couldn’t help but laugh. Making her smile and laugh made his heart swell in his chest. “But I thought of a fictional adventure story, actually. You might think it childish, but I enjoyed it as a younger man. I haven’t read it in years, but it’s harmless fun with a good plot twist.”

Cullen’s eyes scanned the shelves for a moment. “A-ha!” he found it, picked it off the shelf, and presented it to Ellana. 

“Empire’s End,” she read the title and thumbed through the book. She looked up at him, finding herself biting her lower lip again. “It doesn’t seem childish at all. Any romance?”

“There’s a subplot, if you must know,” Cullen admitted.

“Does the couple get a happy ending?” she asked, lifting an eyebrow at him. 

“That would be spoiling it,” he remarked. “And this is actually only the first book of a trilogy.”

“Oh come on, I won’t be reading it if they don’t get a happy ending,” Ellana complained playfully. 

“I didn’t realise you were so starved for romance, my lady,” he noted with a teasing smirk. “Perhaps you should ask Cassandra for book recommendations, instead.”

“I prefer your recommendations, thank you,” Ellana said and surprised her for being forward, “so I get more excuses to talk to you.”

Cullen’s mouth opened, then he breathed out and laughed a little. Boldened by her rather obvious flirt, he attempted one of his own. “In that case, perhaps I should take the two other parts of the trilogy, just to give you the excuse to come and see me when you need them.”

They both chuckled nervously, looking at each other, then away, then theirs eyes finding each other again.

“Sounds great,” she said.

“Good,” he said.

“Um."

“Yes, well…”

“Thank you for the help.”

“Any time, Inquisitor.”

Cullen bowed his head to her, and Ellana took a step back, smiling like an idiot. Then she turned before she would bump into someone else, and walked away. 

Before she left, she looked back over her shoulder - and caught him looking after her. They both looked guilty, then grinned at each other, Cullen shook his head smiling, and she escaped to the staircase.

[ebonyslasher]

Spicy Alphabet: Sesshomaru 

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

*Lick...lick....lick......lick*

Sesshomaru grooms you. Any nicks or scratches will be healed. If you're a demon too, he'll expect you to do it in return. Essentially pack bonding. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Sesshomaru: His whole being. His aura, strength, and beauty is a blessing to this world. He's not arrogant about it. It just is.

You: Hips. The perfect switch in your walk. Shapely hips with alluring curves rewarded his eyes. The perfect resting place for his hands. They are soft to squeeze. And if you sway your hips near him, he will jump you.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

This One cums exorbitantly. Selectivity with sexual activities causes little sexual interaction with others. Lord Sesshomaru will go without for years if need be. Factor in that doesn't masturbate.  He’ll be able to cover your whole face.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He’s cum in his pants from seeing how you move during spars/practice. From a quick observation, he just seemed to serenely turn away. On the contrary, he was rushing to hide the warm cum dripping out of his slit.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very, it mostly consisted of oral sex and foreplay in his teenage years. Never penetration. But! This One is exemplary at all tasks they perform. Do not worry, you will be more than satisfied.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Know y'all know what I'm going to say....

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Neutral. He's just playful. That’s the goofiest you’ll ever get him to be

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tip top shape. Are you kidding? And yes, that gorgeous white hair with the teeniest bit of curl matches

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Reasonably so and will become more intimate as the relationship progresses. It's mostly through his animalistic gestures

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t. If he really needs to, he will just imagine a sex scene. Or you giving him a lap dance with those fantastic hips, plump lips, gorgeous legs and -

Ah, he's already cumming without touching himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting, breeding, cutting off clothing (yours), power exchange, kinbaku, intelligence, strength

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere on his estate, even if workers are walking around. If not there, then a random cave

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

You dancing, specifically any sensual hip movements.

Jewelry that accentuates your neck, worshipping him, "My Lord, I need you now.." while rubbing against him. Hearing you put a peasant in their place and/or you show off your intellect

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Nothing disgusting, nothing that will scar permanently, crying, being standoffish towards him (ironic)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Enjoys both, but really loves eating you. Delicious and Divine in taste and smell. It can be overwhelming how rich and luscious you are. He will spend forever torturing you.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Steady momentum and hammering deeply

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

This one does not favor these 'quickies'. It should be standard to take the time to have you in a beautiful frenzy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Yes, he will experiment. Hell, he will be alive for a long time. Might as well try things out before he gets bored.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

God level. Depends on when you or him decide it's enough

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Own toys? No. But he will buy any gadgets you want. If you're from the future, he may slyly ask for you to bring some to him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

[Sesshomaru] (You)

"This one wishes to continue enjoying your taste...."

"....you've been down there for an hour now please, my lord!!!"

"Hn....your plea has been considered."

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mostly short exhales. Talks in a playful tone, soft and ethereal. "Ah, you are begging? Y/n, you sound incoherent. Speak clearly." In his demon form, it's mostly whines and growls.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

One guy started moaning as Sesshomaru threw him to the side and stepped over him. Nigga, Seshomaru was disgusted.

He just killed him as quickly with his venom whip

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

7.5

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High, but he can control it well

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Nope. He likes to feel you fall asleep. Then, he determines what he wants to do after you're comfortable

[swampstew]

Luffy, N-37 ~ Risky Sex

Summary: You were living your life at a local festival when you're approached by a handsome stranger. Flirty and seductive, the two of you go somewhere less public to get to know each other...better...

Warnings: Spicy and dark! Dead dove do not eat. Luffy as Boto Cor De Rosa, female reader, risky sex - public sex, voyeurism, fingering, vaginal penetration, cum spraying, kidnapping, reader ending unknown. Word Count: 1.1K

Boto Cor de Rosa  – mythical river dolphin beings characterized with superior musical ability, seductiveness and love of sex that often result in illegitimate children, and love to party. Despite the fact they come from a utopia full of wealth and without pain or death, the Botos/Encantados crave the pleasures and hardships of human societies. They are known for being fond of abducting humans with whom they fall in love or just about anyone near the riverlands who can keep them company, and taking them back to the Encante. Besides the ability to shapeshift into human form, encantados frequently wield other magical abilities, such as controlling storms, hypnotizing humans into doing their will, transforming humans into encantados, and inflicting illness, insanity, and even death.

You were a bit buzzed during the seasonal celebration in your neighborhood so you didn’t think the handsome man with curly hair smiling at you was anything different than a friendly face. A cute and friendly face, attached to a cute and friendly personality.

Luffy. A small scar under his eye was the first thing that caught your attention when you were dancing and twirling around. Then catching his gorgeous brown eyes. Those curly locks of hair. Drinking in his lean stature and relaxed vibe. In jean shorts, an unbuttoned vest, and weathered straw hat on his head even though it was well into the night.

You beckoned him over to dance, entranced by his skillful rhythm and moves as the party kept on. Letting him buy you drinks and street food when you needed a break. The conversation was interesting and full of exciting stories that he shared, and you were enchanted with him entirely. Something about Luffy that drew you to him, like an invisible force gently guiding you towards him, a statue of an indigenous sun deity with a crown of sunrays behind Luffy made him appear ethereal. Like he didn’t belong in this world and yet he was here, on this plane, with his hands on your hips and around your shoulder.

Hands that roamed your body more intimately the more you danced, the tighter your bodies pressed against one another, sweat beading your clothes to your skin from the humidity and closeness. It wasn’t until he kissed your shoulder tenderly that you felt like you were boiling over. His touch was so hot, it wasn’t burning your skin but it made you feel like you were being licked by fire.

Before long you felt his bulge rut into you as you shifted your hips to the beat of the music in a flirty way. You let out a light hearted giggle at his eagerness, pulling him by the chin to capture his lips with yours. It ignited something in him. He twirled you around by your waist and dipped you backwards in a desperate kiss. Pushing his erection into you with his hands squeezing your ass, not a care in the world if anyone saw.

His carefree attitude was infectious but you still had a little more shame than him, so you pulled Luffy away by the river bank. Close enough that you could slip back into the party with no one being the wiser.

Luffy didn’t even wait before you cleared the foliage to put his hands up your skirt. Relishing in the way your sloppy pussy was sucking up his fingers as he thrusted two inside you, humping your ass as he held you from behind against a tree. The music from the festival was loud enough to cover your cries but if someone happened to go off the path, you would not be shielded from them.

He let out a growl before pulling out of your pussy, slurping your slick of his fingers, “Turn around and squat on my face.”

Dizzy from the clouded haze of lust, you tilted your head in question before he positioned you himself. Bracing your back against the tree, he knelt in front of you before lifting your thighs over his shoulders and licking up your slit. Sucking your clit between his lips as his tongue slipped into your core and licked your walls fervently.

A peak in the music raised the volume and masked your high-pitched cries as you came in his mouth. He licked his lips and your pussy to clean up the mess you made. As he moved to mount you, you both froze when you heard a rabble of people moving closer to where you were fucking.

Ducking down, he led you through the bushes down to the river bank where you could no longer hear any one, save for the music and sounds of partying still going on. Letting out a nervous giggle, you wanted to say something to get the mood back but Luffy didn’t need it.

Wrapping you up in his arms, he enveloped your mouth with his as he lowered you both to the ground on a dry patch of grass. Rolling you over as he licked and nipped your skin, he pushed your skirt up to your waist and lined his cock to your entrance when he stopped.

“Only if you say.”

You shouted yes, squealing when his cock stretched you open as he slowly slid in. You couldn’t form words as he pistoned into you, sometimes thrusting in time to the fast paced music. Your ankles locked together against his butt, you pulled him deeper as your tongue began to loll. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt him push your legs back even farther, making you gush all over his cock.

With a triumphant cry, Luffy slammed his hips faster until his cock twitched, pulling out and spraying you with cum. You felt it splatter against your thighs, then it shot out further and stained your skirt. You dipped your fingers into the puddle on your skirt, annoyed at the quantity that would not be passable as a spilled drink.

“Don’t worry, I can clean you up at my place,” Luffy adjusted his hat. He took of his shirt and wiped down the excess mess off you before tossing the shirt aside. He gave you a smile, “It’s not far from here.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah not a problem. It’s the least I can do for a sweetie with a cute smile.”

You couldn’t help the shy smile at the compliment, “Thanks. Lead the way.”

“So happy you said that,” he grinned widely.

Helping you up, at first you thought he was kidding around when he started walking into the river while pulling your hand. You were thigh deep in the water when you saw him pull down his straw hat and noticed the blowhole that had been previously hidden from sight. You watched in shock as Luffy’s skin became a rosy hue, pulling you further until you were waist deep in the water.

Luffy’s human form quickly morphed into that of a pink river dolphin. You tried to back away in terror but felt frozen, unable to squirm away even though Luffy was no longer holding you. He stood upright in the water, piercing you with his dark eyes – you felt a wave of calm wash over you.

His drifted closer to you and gently tugged on your arm with his jaw, and you followed without resistance. He let out a gleeful chitter as he swam behind you, eagerly pushing you forward until you were submerged entirely. Not once coming back up for air.

10 tiles to go, 45 calls made so far.

[yandere-wishes]

Yandere! Darth Maul Headcanons (Ft. Darth Talon)

Author Note: I'm so sorry this is definitely not my best work😭😭 I just really needed to get this out of my head. Inspired by this video

Warnings: Spicy but absolutely no smut, odd take on poly relationships, Talon and reader have a sisterly bond...sorta.

Thinking about being Maul's little darling. His sweet little princess. But also being Darth Talon's co-darling. The innocent little doll ensnared between two big scary Sith lords. 

Maul constantly has the two of you seated pretty on his lap. As he lounges on the throne of Mandalore. Talon is always embellished in tight black fabrics that do little to cover her impressive physic. She knows they're to Maul's delight. Always so eager to indulge her master. 

Yet when it comes to you Maul insists you wear long ravishing velvet dresses. Adorned with delicate jewels to augment your beauty. It makes you feel fragile, like a porcelain doll fabricated simply for his pleasure. Still, you dare not protest. 

You and Talon trail kisses down Maul's chest. Occasionally biting his lips, begging for a kiss. You feel his emotions in crashing waves, not love, not reverence. Rather something more akin to pride. An all-consuming darkness that floods the soul, overwhelming every other emotion. Maybe it's the closest to an "affectionate" sentiment that Maul can express. 

Maul uses both the force and his fingers to trace the contours of your bodies. Memorizing each dip and curve. Ever so intimately familiar with each scar. You both shiver as he runs his claws up and down your spins. Perfectly dividing his attention across the both of you.

You've come to cherish the feeling of his horns when they nick at the skin of your neck. constantly mesmerized by the small puncture holes that litter your throat amongst a plethora of love bites. 

Talon's older, more experienced. She's like an older sister constantly looking out for you. She's eager to show you how to please Maul. Reminding you of where he likes to be bitten, where he likes to be kissed. He demands submission but loves when you put up a fight. 

You've started to treasure her presence, enjoying having someone who understands almost every fiber of your life. It's almost like having a sister and an anam cara. You love the way her hand fits so perfectly in yours, fingers entangled much like your souls.

She's the one who told you about Maul's insecurities. About how his robotic legs play testament to failures he refuses to relinquish. 

That night you make a show of kissing stars into his cyberntics. tracing your fingers over the prosthetics as you sing his praises. Talon follows your lead, impressed with your acumen. Delighted in how you turn her master's sorrow into a source of his pleasure. 

Maul seldom says he' loves you'. In hindsight, that night may have been the first time you've heard such words escape his perfect lips. 

Maul loves to inflict pain on both of you claiming you in the way of deep cuts and bruises. Your blood between his teeth and your pulse in his palm.

You always leave weak kisses on Maul's arm when he chokes you. Your devotion soothes his rage. Yet he's never given up an opportunity to throw you around like a rag doll. 

You're the only one ever permitted to watch Maul give Talon her sith tattoos. It's a hallowed rite, a secret shared between master and apprentice. Yet they both adore you so much, wanting to incorporate you into their rituals. 

Both Maul and Talon refuse to train you. Neither in the way of the Sith nor in the art of lightsaber. Both master and apprentice fear the harsh ways of the Sith would simply break a fragile doll like you beyond repair. 

Sometimes Maul gets busy, too caught up in ruling Mand'alor, too preoccupied to even remember he has two lovers awaiting him. 

You start to lose your mind on such days, having long since lost your identity. You merely exist to serve him, only ever alive in the presence of your lord. It's hard to know what to do when his ethos is faded, too far for you to reach. When he isn't an inch away from you. Leaving shallow kisses along your skin.

Talon tries to comfort you, her mind may be tattered yet she still regains some sense of self-worth. She hugs you close, rubbing soothing circles on your back. She tells you tales of when she was a child before her apprenticeship began. 

Sometimes she recounts stories of when Maul had been merely a boy, a small child still too scrawny to wield a lightsaber. The tales seem fictitious, bordering on sacrilege. You shudder to think of Maul as anything less than immaculate, anything less than eternal.

Eventually, the two of you just barge into the throne room. Ignoring the officials or higher-ranking aristocrats may be present. You simply curl up in Maul's lap, burying your face in the crook of his neck. 

"Want you, want you" you whine desperately, loud enough for only his ears to hear. You're utterly anguished for comfort, for affection, for him. Talon rubs your shoulder, eyes looking at Maul in yearning. 

Maul rolls his eyes, deducing it best to scold the two of you in private. He simply pats your head and embraces you closer to his chest. Leaving a chaste kiss on your knuckles. 

In the end, the two of you are his and only his. His two precious darlings. There's nothing in this universe Maul wouldn't do for the two of you. 

[autumnshighlady]

A Song of Shadow and Flame

Azriel x Eris x reader

summary: Eris and Azriel put aside their differences to give you the night of your life

warnings: smut, literal porn with no plot, threesome, oral sex (m and f receiving), edging, overstimulation, Eris is sadistic and mean, pleasure dom Azriel

word count: 5.5k

y’all loved my separate Azriel and Eris headcanons so as a happy new years gift, here’s an incredibly spicy threesome fic ;) I will be writing a lot more Eris work, probably not as much Azriel since so many people write for him already but I’ll still try! This fic is not proofread and I’m shit at endings so the last bit sucks but I hope you all enjoy the rest, let me know what you think!

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A breathy moan left your lips as Azriel’s lips brushed against your neck from behind, sending goosebumps down your spine. His scarred hands gently caressed your sides, teasing your skin through the thin fabric of your robe.

“You enjoying this, angel?” Azriel’s deep, velvety voice sounded in your ear, lips lightly grazing the shell of it. Before you could answer, a second seductive, male voice spoke up from across the room.

“Oh, I don’t think there’s any denying that, shadowsinger.” Eris Vanserra remarked from his position on the couch. The princeling of the Autumn Court lounged on the sofa in his cream-coloured tunic, unlaced slightly to show off his toned chest. His red hair glowed in the light of the fire, and his smirk was nothing but predatory. After months of fighting over you, Azriel had finally made his move tonight – only to have your first kiss interrupted by a knock on the door. You had expected Azriel to ignore it, but instead he smirked as the door opened and the heir to the Autumn Court strode in, merely gesturing to continue before taking up residence on the sofa.

Thus, how you ended up in this predicament. Azriel’s lips continued to caress your ear, then down your neck, then up to your ear again. His touches were so teasing, so featherlight you wanted to scream at him to just touch you properly. Your pathetic whines had only lead to a sadistic chuckle, and a continuation of the relentless torture.

“Please,” You whimpered, arching into the shadowsinger’s touch as his fingers lightly teased at your skin beneath your robe around your thighs.

“Please what?” Azriel murmured.

Eris chuckled darkly. “Oh come on, Azriel. You’re being cruel.”

“Oh please, as if you’d be any nicer.” He snorted in response.

You whimpered pathetically, wetness pooling between your legs at the thought. You hated the sweet torture Azriel was inflicting on you, but you also loved it so much, and your reaction did not go unnoticed as Eris cocked his eyebrow.

“Something tells me you wouldn’t want me to be nice, would you, little fox?” Eris cooed, cocking his head. “You’re such a good girl, but you’re aroused at the idea of us torturing you for hours on end, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer for a few seconds, only whimpering. It earned you a sharp nip on the ear from Azriel.

“The Prince asked you a question.” He growled.

“Yes!” You gasped. “Yes, please!”

“Please what?” Eris purred.

“Oh come on, Eris.” Azriel said, gripping your hips. “Don’t you think we should give her what she wants?”

With a smirk, the Autumn Court male nodded. As if silent communication passed between them, Azriel guided you over to Eris. When you were mere inches away, he stopped you, letting you stand above the seated figure of the redhead. Your heart raced with anticipation, unsure of what the two males were about to do.

“What do you want, darling?” Eris’ green eyes were swimming with lust as he drank in your flustered figure. “I am feeling particularly generous tonight, as is the shadowsinger. All you have to do is tell us what you desire, and you shall receive it.”

Your throat was dry. Part of you wondered if this was a dream, a cruel dream indulging in your filthiest fantasies and you’d wake up in a few seconds covered in sweat. “I want you both.”

“You want what, with us both exactly?” Eris’ smirk was knowing, and you blushed at the idea of what he wanted you to say. Luckily, Azriel saved you from the humiliation.

“I think I have an idea of what she wants,” He said, gently fiddling with the knot keeping your robe together. “I think that our good girl wants to be fucked like a little slut by the both of us, isn’t that right? Don’t you want to get on your knees before the future High Lord and suck his cock and have him fuck your face? Don’t you want me so deep inside of you that you forget the name of every other male you’ve been with? You want us to ruin you, angel. I know it.”

A fresh pool of wetness dripped down your legs at the shadowsinger’s words. The room was spinning, and if you had your shit together you’d be ashamed of how one kiss, some teasing, and a few words could make you fall apart this much. You nearly shivered at the thought of what else they could do to you….

“Gods, yes!” You whined. “Please, please. Ruin me, please.”

Eris chuckled, setting his drink on the table before leaning forward. His slender hands brushed the back of your knees, gently caressing your thighs. “Good girl,” He purred. “I knew you’d find that pretty voice of yours. I cannot wait to hear what other sounds it can make. I think she deserves a reward for being so brave, what do you say?”

“For once, I agree with you, Eris.” Azriel muttered. “Let’s get this robe off, shall we?”

You nodded, and the spymaster tugged on the strings and the fabric easily fell off your shoulders. Your skin was exposed to the warm air as the robe pooled at your feet, kicked away swiftly by Eris. You now stood naked between the Spymaster of the Night Court and the heir of the Autumn Court – arousal was thick in the air as the males drank in your body.

“Gods, you’re perfect.” Eris groaned, a bulge forming in his trousers. “I can’t wait to see that pretty body of yours covered in my marks.”

“And mine.” Azriel added quickly.

“Let’s not forget whose idea this was in the first place, brute.” Eris snapped, but kept his eyes roaming your body. “You’ll be on your knees thanking me by the end of the night.”

“Or you’ll be on your knees thanking me for not breaking your neck–”

“Please.” You whimpered, cutting Azriel off. You knew the two males hated each other, and didn’t want their bickering to ruin the night.

“Look what happens when we take our attention off her for a few seconds,” Eris muttered, squeezing your thighs and resting his chin on your knee. “Greedy thing.”

“Absolutely pathetic,” Azriel murmured in your ear. “Our little princess is so desperate for us she can’t wait any longer. Indulge her, Eris. Or I will.”

Growling, Eris gripped the backs of your knees and pulled you onto his lap. You straddled his waist, core already pulsing on his bulge. “Mother above, she’s soaked already.”

Without warning, two scarred fingers reached between your legs and plunged into your folds. You cried out as Azriel collected your juices on his fingers, turning your head to look at him. The shadowsinger’s hazel eyes glowed in the light, and his gaze burned into you as he slipped his scarred fingers between his lips, groaning as he tasted your wetness. Your mouth went agape at his action – never before did it occur to you the feared spymaster of the Night Court would be moaning at the taste of you.

Eris, unhappy with having your attention off of him, grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him. He pressed his lips into yours without hesitation, and you groaned into his mouth instantly. Eris tasted like wine and cinnamon, slipping his tongue into your mouth with expert precision as he gripped your hips firmly and rocked them back and forth along his growing length. You whined again as Azriel knelt behind you, pressing hot kisses up and down your spine. Body alight with the extra attention, your shaking hands reached up to grasp Eris’ tunic hard, desperate for something to hold onto.

“Atta girl,” Eris purred against your lips. “Touch me wherever you like, darling.”

You didn’t hesitate this time, moving your hands to the bare skin of his chest and running them along the smooth muscle that was littered with scars. The Autumn prince groaned at your touch, smirking as you marveled in the feel of his skin.

You were surprised he was letting you touch him so freely – you had pegged the prince for a cruel, sadistic lover who took pleasure being in complete control. A bit of disappointment curled in your gut, but only a little – you would never admit it, but you wanted to be completely at their mercy, subjected to the males’ sadistic teasing.

As if sensing your disappointment, Eris pulled away with a knowing smirk that made you want to both slap him and kiss him again. “I don’t think this is what she wants,” He tutted, tilting his head. “Is it, darling?”

You bit your lip, embarrassed. How he could sense your disappointment you did not know, but you felt bad. You didn’t want them to think you were ungrateful, but you wanted them to give you everything they had. As much as you didn’t mind having your body lovingly worshiped, the dark side of you wanted to be tied up and at their mercy completely.

“If you want more, all you have to do is ask.” Azriel hummed, lips working against your shoulder blade.

“I want more, please.” You whimpered, staring into Eris’ eyes. “Use me, I’m yours. Please just…. give me everything.”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” Eris’ grin was nothing short of fox-like before he turned to Azriel. “I told you we should have done this approach from the beginning.”

“My apologies for wanting to give her a choice in how she wanted it, Eris.” Azriel snapped back.

“Well, I’m just glad we’re getting to do things my way.”

“It’s my way too, don’t forget.”

“I bet she’ll like me better, anyways.”

You snorted at their bickering, which halted Azriel’s response. The gaze of both the males burned into you as their expressions darkened. Wordlessly, the Illyrian male grabbed you from Eris and picked you up as if you weighed nothing. You let out a huff as he tossed you onto the large bed, bouncing on the soft mattress. Both males stalked towards you like predators closing in on their prey, and before you could instinctively close your legs, Eris came up towards your head, and Azriel your legs. Before you knew what was happening, you felt the Autumn prince grab your wrists firmly and place them above your head. A gentle heat encircled your wrists, locking them into place and before wrapping around the railings of the headboard. In contrast, a cooler yet silky sensation crept around your ankles after Azriel pried them apart. You realized that it was his shadows which bound your ankles to the other posts of the bed.

“That’s more like it,” Eris said proudly, stroking a piece of hair from your face. “Is this more what you envisioned, my dear?”

“Yes.” You breathed, heart racing with excitement.

“Excellent. Shadowsinger, warm her up for me. You can go first so that she’s not met with disappointment after her time with me.”

Azriel growled, clearly annoyed by Eris despite their somewhat of a truce. He scowled at him once more before turning back to you. “It’s ok, princess,” He said. “I’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

“I want you both, too!” You exclaimed, desperate to have both males on your body at the same time. “Please.”

“All in good time, darling.” Eris hummed, sitting down in the chair next to the bed and propping his legs up on the dresser. “For now, I would like to see exactly what the shadowsinger brute has to offer.”

You nodded, excitement making your body jittery. So many nights had you dreamed of this exact scenario, the two males taking turns before taking you together. Your thoughts were cut off by the sight of Azriel removing his shirt, revealing tanned and chiseled abs and muscular arms with whorls of black ink detailing them. His smirk was more subtle than Eris’, but was evident as he noted your reaction to his bare chest. “I’m going to have so much fun with you.” Azriel purred as he crawled onto the bed. His body was massive over top of yours, heat radiating off him as he placed his arms on either side of your chest. He allowed himself one more look at your flushed face before leaning down and kissing you.

While Eris tasted like wine and cinnamon, Azriel’s lips were like the scent of a cedar forest after an overnight rainfall. You moaned into his mouth, arching your back and begging for more.

“Patience, sweetheart.” Azriel growled. Instead of moving back to your lips, his mouth found your neck, scraping the column with his canines before latching onto the junction between your shoulder and your neck.

You gasped as he nipped and sucked at the skin, knowing damn well he was going to leave a mark where everyone could see. The urge to run your hands up and down his back was killing you, but you were restricted by Eris’ band of flames around your wrist. After continuing his torture for a few more minutes, Azriel’s mouth moved to your chest, making sure to kiss around your breasts before finally wrapping his lips around your nipple.

You cried out, gasping at the contact. Azriel was not gentle, as you felt his teeth graze the bud causing you to yelp. With his other hand, he groped your other breast, kneading the soft flesh with such force you thought you’d explode. Every touch sent an ache between your thighs, and you were pretty sure if you looked down you’d see a puddle on the sheets.

“Gods, I love hearing you whimper like that.” Azriel moaned into your flesh, kissing a path down your stomach. “I can’t wait to hear you beg.”

“I don’t beg.” You shot back in protest. It was a lie, and you all knew it, but you wanted to challenge him a little. Sure, they were in charge here, but only because you granted them that freedom. Both would stop immediately if you told them to, but the glint in their eyes told you that they knew what you were playing at.

“You will.” Azriel promised, moving his head up and nipping the flesh above your breast. “When I touch you everywhere except the spot you want me most, you’ll be begging me to bring you release, won’t you?”

You whimpered again, rolling your hips in effort to bring your core in contact with the intimidatingly large bulge in his trousers. But the shadowsinger saw it coming and quickly pinned your hips down with one hand. The other shot to your throat, scarred fingers trapping it in his palm as he squeezed firmly.

“You’ll get what you want when I give it to you,” He growled. “And not a moment sooner. Behave, sweetheart. Or I have no problem bringing you to the edge all night long without letting you fall off it.”

You nodded best you could as his large hand gripped your throat. He released it moments later. “Good girl.” He said before continuing with his torture.

Azriel placed a pillow underneath your hips, then kissed and nipped the sensitive insides of your thigh. When he reached your center, he merely ghosted over it and switched to the other thigh. You didn’t protest, or tried not to anyways. The thought of him denying you any longer made you want to explode, you needed his mouth on you more than anything.

“I think she deserves a reward for being so patient, don’t you?” Azriel said to Eris, who had not taken his eyes off of the scene before him.

“I think so too,” The redhead male hummed. “She’s been wanting this all evening, give her what she wants and more.”

Before Eris even finished his sentence, the shadowsinger’s head dove between your legs. You cried out as his tongue swept up your pussy, lapping up the juice in your folds. He was eating you out like a man starved, those strong arms curled around your thighs and holding firmly onto your hips so you couldn’t budge. More than anything, you wanted to grip his hair in your hands or press your legs against either side of his face, but you could do neither due to your restraints. It made everything so much more torturous, forcing you to lay there and take it.

When Azriel’s teeth scraped your clit after a few minutes you cried out, feeling the tension in your body climb towards its peak.

“Azriel… Please” You moaned, toes curling. The Illyrian merely groaned, burying his head into your center even more. His lips attached to your clit, sucking and sending you straight over the edge.

Time and space lost all meaning as you came, body trembling as the tension in your core snapped and spread throughout your legs and up your spine. But Azriel didn’t stop, didn’t let you come down from your high. You nearly screamed as he inserted a finger into your hole, pumping gently.

“Fuck!” You groaned. You were so, so sensitive, legs trembling from your first orgasm. But Azriel ignored you, adding another finger and continuing his assault with his mouth. It was almost too much, and you tried to move your hips to relieve the sensation but his grip was too iron-tight.

“What’s the matter, darling?” Eris cooed in mock sympathy from his spot on the chair. “You were begging for this all night, dear Azriel is just giving you what you asked for.”

“You’ll fucking take everything I give you,” Azriel added in that deep voice. “And you’ll take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

You couldn’t even form a response as you felt yourself already heading towards another climax after a few minutes. You practically screamed as you fell over the edge a second time, and then a third. It was too much, yet you wanted even more. The edges of your vision were turning black as your body shook.

“Now, now, shadowsinger, don’t wear her out too much,” Eris chided, noting your exhaustion. “I still have my turn with her before you get another chance to make her cum.”

Begrudgingly, Azriel detached his mouth from your core. His beautiful face was coated in your juices as he stood up, licking his fingers clean before sending another glare at Eris. The Autumn prince stood up, gesturing for Azriel to take his seat. You noticed how Azriel’s pants were strained against his bulge, and you squirmed, desperate to relieve his neglected cock.

“You’ll have plenty of opportunity to enjoy the shadowsinger’s cock later,” Eris purred. “But for now, you get me. I’ll make you forget all about his cock, do not worry.”

You could hear Azriel snort, but he remained composed regardless, watching Eris crawl over top of your body. His long fingers stroked your sides as he hummed. “Azriel was too forgiving with you.” He hummed. “He promised you would get what you wanted, yet you were a greedy little whore and demanded it from him anyways. The spying brute might let that slide, but I do not. You will take exactly what I give you and you will not complain or demand. But I will not deny that I shall love to hear you beg, and that is exactly what you will do. You’ll be begging for me like a good little slut, won’t you?”

You whimpered at his words, earning a sharp smack to your thigh.

“I think Azriel fucked you dumb,” He hissed. “Because I recall you knowing full well that I do not like repeating myself. So answer me, pet, will you be begging for me like a good little slut?”

“Yes!” You cried out, the teasing of his fingertips driving your already sensitive body crazy. “I’ll be your good little slut I promise, please just touch me, please.”

Eris chuckled darkly. “There we go, that wasn’t so hard now, was it?” He said before turning to Azriel. “See what happens when you don’t let her get away with being demanding? Just a minute and she’s already begging to obey me. Watch and learn, shadowsinger.”

If it were any other circumstance, literally any other, you suspected Azriel would have knocked Eris onto his ass for that. But he just bit his lip, ignoring the prince’s remark – you admired his restraint.

Before you could think, Eris plunged two fingers into your already drenched hole. You cried out, shifting as much as you could in the restraints as his long fingers curled inside of you, instantly finding the spot that made you see stars. If Azriel’s method of torture was his skilled mouth, Eris’ was his torturous fingers. They pumped in and out of you, thumb brushing your clit.

“Is this what you wanted, little slut?” The lordling taunted, laughing as he gazed down at your flushed face emitting pathetic whimpers. “From the moment your lips met mine I knew you wanted this, to be tied up and utterly helpless as we fucked you until you screamed. You’re such a good, polite girl in court who’s been dying to be put in her fucking place. We both saw right through the innocent act, and look at you now. Laying there letting us do whatever we please with your body.”

Eris continued to pump his fingers relentlessly, pressing on your clit and murmuring more filthy phrases in your ear. You felt yourself reaching your peak again, legs twitching as you climbed to it faster than ever before…

Only for Eris to withdraw his fingers seconds before you came. Frustrated, you cried out, angry at his denying you your release. He laughed darkly from above you.

“Oh, pet,” Eris chuckled. “You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you? Pathetic. You will get your release when I feel you’ve learned your lesson about being demanding.”

You panted as Eris’ lips swarmed your neck, marking it on the opposite side of Azriel’s. His canines sank into your flesh, sending your senses singing. Your wrists struggled in the bonds – they did not hurt, but you wanted so badly to grip Eris’ red hair in your hands. You cursed yourself for not doing it earlier when he gave you the chance.

Once you had lost all sense of your upcoming orgasm, Eris’ fingers returned to your cunt. They started out more slowly this time, but quickly found the relentless pace from before. Your entire body was trembling as he once again denied you before your release. And then a third time. After that, you were practically sobbing. Black makeup ran down your cheeks as you sobbed with desperation. Your skin felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending singing and every muscle both taut and loose at the same time.

“You’re so pretty when you cry,” Eris cooed, sucking your juices from his fingers as Azriel had earlier. “You’ve done so well for me, darling. But I need to hear you beg for it if you want to stand a chance of cumming by my hand.”

“Please,” You did not hesitate this time, caught between the overwhelming sensations of Azriel’s earlier overstimulation and Eris’ lack thereof. “Please let me cum. Please, I’ll be good I’ll do whatever you want, just please let me cum. I’m yours, please.”

“Good job, pet.” Eris praised, kissing your tear-stained cheeks. “It’s okay, love. I’ll give you what you need.”

The Autumn prince shifted his weight and removed his tunic, moving down so he was kneeling between your legs. His fingers once again returned to your sensitive hole, but his sinful mouth attached itself to your clit. The heat around your wrists disappeared, freeing them of their constraints. Without hesitation, you brought your hands down from above your head and latched them into Eris’ hair. You tugged on the silky locks, relieved to finally have some movement.

“Release the bonds on her legs, Shadowsinger.” Eris growled against your core.

You heard Azriel grumble something about it being unfair, and if you were at all coherent you’d have laughed at his jealousy that Eris’s head got to be suffocated by your thighs and his didn’t. But he obeyed, releasing his shadows and finally granting your aching legs freedom. At once, you wrapped them around Eris' waist, pulling him close as possible lest he pull away again.

Eris curled his fingers against that spot again and you moaned loudly, lifting your head to look down at the sight before you. You hadn’t even realized you’d been dragged down to the end of the bed, but the future High Lord of the Autumn Court was kneeling before you. The sight of his head buried between your legs brought you the start of your orgasm, the eroticness of it tightening the coil in your stomach. Instinctively, your head went to fall back in bliss, but a cold wisp of shadow brushed against the back of your neck.

“Do not look away.” Azriel’s stern voice growled from the corner. “Keep your eyes on him. Watch as the Prince of the Autumn Court is on his knees before you and makes you fall apart.”

You obeyed Azriel, locking eyes with Eris as he doubled his efforts. Finally, your climax washed over you with such force you thought you’d pass out. Eris gently pumped his fingers helping you ride it out, letting you grip and pull his hair as your body shook.

When he withdrew, you finally flopped your head back onto the bed, panting. The orgasm Eris gave you was heightened by his edging, making your entire body tremble with exhaustion.

“Don’t tell me you’ve worn her out before the real fun.” Azriel growled at Eris, bringing a glass of water to your lips that you gulped down.

“Oh I don’t think so,” Eris hummed, unlacing his breeches. “I think she’s ready for more, isn’t she?”

You nodded, catching your breath.

“If it is too much, just say so,” Azriel assured you. “We can let you rest if you are too tired to continue.”

“I’m not,” You protested, propping yourself up on your elbows. “Please. I want both of you. Now.”

“What did I say about being demanding?” Eris questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, give it a rest.” Azriel growled, unlacing his trousers as well. “I think she’s done well enough that she can ask this of us if she truly wants it.”

Eris rolled his eyes, but didn’t protest. Instead he discarded his pants and undershorts, leaving him stark naked in the glow of the fire. Azriel followed suit moments later, and you let yourself admire the two male forms at the end of your bed. Eris was definitely more lean while Azriel was bulking muscle, but both were beautiful. You couldn’t help but stare at their cocks, jaw slack. Both were bigger than any male you’d taken before, Azriel just a bit wider than Eris.

“Oh I think she’s ready,” Eris chuckled. “She’s practically drooling at the sight of our cocks.”

Azriel nodded. “Alright, Vanserra. This was your idea, how do we do this?”

Eris smirked. “How about you take her from behind, and I take her mouth. Deal?”

“I like the sound of that.”

You nodded your agreement, quivering with anticipation. As Eris moved around to the other side of the bed, you flipped over and pushed yourself up on your hands and knees, presenting your ass to Azriel.

“So eager.” He murmured, large hands roaming the soft flesh and making you groan. He ran a finger down your spine, causing you to shiver. “And so responsive.”

“Thanks to–” Eris began.

“Don’t you fucking dare take all the credit for that, Vanserra.” Azriel growled before he could finish his sentence. Eris merely shrugged, climbing onto the space in front of you and sitting on his knees. He cupped your face, kissing you once before sitting up so his cock was level with your face. You stared up at him, a crimson god above you ready for you to worship him.

You felt Azriel’s thick head prod your entrance. “Don’t even need to prepare her, she’s so desperate for our cocks.” He remarked smugly.

You groaned, pressing your backside into Azriel. Mercifully, he obliged, lining up with your entrance. Ever so slowly, he pushed the head in, stretching you out. It stung, as you never had a male this big before. The male paused, before asking. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” You panted. “Just move please.”

After a minute or so, Azriel was pushed fully into you, the pain ebbing into pleasure. You moaned, dropping your head at the sensation.

“As much as I love those pretty noises,” Came Eris’ voice from above you. “I can think of better uses for your mouth.”

You lifted your head and were met with Eris’ cock, red and leaking with anticipation. The prince smirked down at you, lifting your chin in his hands. You opened, maintaining eye contact as you closed your lips around the tip. As slow as Azriel pushed into you, you moved your lips down Eris’ cock. The wanton moan that left his lips ignited a fire inside you, spurring you on further. Tears formed in your eyes as you tried not to gag, pushing down as far as you could go.

“Gods, that fucking mouth of yours is perfect.” Eris groaned, gripping your hair in his hand.

As you came up for air, Azriel finally began moving inside of you. You could tell he was nearly shaking with restraint, having been hard for so long. The three of you found a rhythm after a minute, Azriel thrusting into you timing with your head bobbing down on Eris’ cock. The bruising grip the spymaster had on your hips was sure to leave marks tomorrow, and you loved it.

The faster Azriel got, the faster you moved up and down Eris. The males let their groans fill the room, the sinful sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout. You felt so full, stuffed at both ends and you couldn’t be happier. But something was missing, so you removed your lips from the Prince’s cock.

“Harder.” You panted. “Please.”

Azriel stopped. “Are you sure? We don’t want to hurt you.”

“I can take it,” You protested. “Please. Give me everything you’ve got.”

The heir to the Autumn Court and the Shadowsinger locked eyes, that silent communication from earlier occurring as they nodded. You gasped as Azriel thrust into you with a force that sent you flying forward – you were thankful you had removed your mouth from Eris in that moment or else you’d have choked. Azriel pounded into you deep and hard, while Eris quickly tightened his grip on your hair and thrust his cock into your mouth again. As Azriel took you hard from behind, Eris’ hips moved and he began fucking your face.

You thought you were going to see stars. It was an almost overwhelming sensation, having both males so deep inside you at the same time. Your dirtiest fantasies didn’t come close to what the two males were making you feel. You groaned around Eris’ cock, spurring him on more.

After a few minutes, a shadow caressed your clit, making you cry out. The tension you’d already felt four times tonight built up again for a grand finale, and you knew this would possibly be the orgasm that sent you into the realm of unconsciousness.

“You gonna cum so soon, sweetheart?” Azriel grunted. “Should we let her?”

“I’m feeling generous tonight, so yes.” Came Eris’ breathless reply. “Cum for us, pet. Let go and fall apart.”

You gladly obliged, letting your orgasm wash over you. It was more intense than the last few, heightened by the sensation of Azriel spilling into you and letting out a roar that shook the windows. Eris followed a few moments later, hot seed spilling down your throat.

“Swallow.” He ordered, gripping your jaw. You happily obeyed, letting his cum drip down your throat. You could feel Azriel’s seed mixed with your own, leaking out of your hole.

The three of you laid there for a few minutes after the males removed themselves from you, panting filling the room. Every ounce of energy you had was spent, and your eyelids were heavy.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Azriel murmured, kissing your forehead. “Eris, run a bath.”

You half expected the redhead to roll his eyes and ignore the shadowsinger’s order, but he obliged, quickly heading into the bathroom to turn on the water.

“Can you carry me?” You sheepishly asked Azriel. “I don’t think I can walk.”

He chuckled, nodding. He easily swept you up in his arms, carrying you over to the other room where Eris was waiting and sorting through the soaps. Seeing the shadowsinger and the prince of the Autumn Court working in tandem warmed your heart, knowing full well that they normally took every opportunity to wish the other dead.

“Was that ok?” Azriel asked, gently placing you in the tub as it filled with warm water.

“Yes.” You murmured, closing your eyes and letting your head rest against the side. “Although it would be even better if you both joined me.”

“We may need a bigger bathtub,” Eris remarked, gesturing to Azriel’s wings. “But that’s something we can have for next time.”

[fertilize-my-eggs]

Getting some sugar from the king

A/N: this is other reupload, don't worry I'll be making three parts to this, I remember someone ask me for a sugar daddy shigaraki x reader soo I hope the smut in the next few days, btw this older tenko and he's gonna be season six soo not a skinny gamer boy. ( I KNOW THIS IS CRINGE LEAVE ME ALONE )

Warnings: ddlg + age gap + insecure reader + slightly antsy + little masturbation.

You sigh heavily, your face is covered in sweat as you begin to tear up a bit, you are on the floor curled into a ball… crap I can't pay rent for this apartment.

You feel stressed from college, having a job and still can't pay the rent. You pull your phone out and ask your friend for advice.

You: [ hey bestie… I need some advice for paying this rent and I… Idk what to do please help >n< ] 

You click send and wait for a few minutes, you hear a bing from your phone and begin to read.

Number 1# bestie: [ Hoiii~!! Uhh I'm not sure bestie but you have to promise not to get mad? ]

You: [ mhmm why? If it's something crazy then I will murder you -_- ]

Number 1# bestie: [ pleaseeee bestie promise me >.< ]

You remove the sweat from your face as you begin to type.

You: [ alright… fine I promise now tell me. ]

They were typing, then pausing for a few seconds then typing again.

You let out a loud gasp as your eyes wided.

Number 1# bestie: [ okiee!! How about you find yourself a sugar daddy?? 0.0 I meant I've been a sugar baby for quite a while and I-... Been thinking they will help you out plus you need to relieve some stress girly… gets some d in you😏😜  ]

You cover your mouth, start to laugh.. Me as a sugar baby??? Would anyone give me money that easily? You begin to sigh long and heavily as your head taps the wall.

No one's gonna want a fat woman like me, you knew your best friend almost your whole life. You were more curvy while they were slim and petite. She could get anyone that fast and you weren't really interested in dating in the past but hey gotta get some quick buck to pay rent.

You: [.... Okay I'll try but it's just gonna paid rent… you play too much lmaoooo 💀💀 ]

You: [ soo uhh how do I get a sugar daddy? ]

You hear the bing again and see she's sent a link.

Number 1# bestie: [ this is where I find my men!! Goodluck on finding some men and good dick~!! >v<]

You: [ STOP YOU PLAY TOO MUCH!! I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN…. But thanks you bestie luv u😊💕 LMAOOOO  ]

You see the laughing emojis and some spicy emojis along with it as you roll your eyes.

You click the link and it pops into a website as you begin to read, you get a little nervous but you need the cash fast..

After creating an account, you start to scroll, you see different men with different status and your eyes begin to wided.

How the hell do they get so much money??

You click on a profile that has very interesting photos and status.

Name: tenko shimura

Gender: male

Age: 45

Status: one billion

 looking for a long term, someone to keep me company and unlock a player two to play with. (Looking for 20-45 women, close by)

He's really an interesting human being… Wait, is he a gamer?? You look at the photos of him as he is in some casual wear, sometimes even a shirtless pic or two… you can't help but get flustered, he's pretty athletic and has some scars on his-... Oh my god is that a cat???

You zoom in to see he has two cats and corgi.

Oh my god… I need to message him.

You begin to type a simple sweet message hopefully he'll be interested in me.

You slowly get up from the floor to get ready for a shower.

You check your phone to see if he messaged back and he did.

Tenko: [ Hello Y/n, thank you for the message. Do you want to meet up? ]

You thought about it and messaged back.

You: [ sure!! We're can meet up by that new coffee cafe shop I hear it's has cats and I've never went there =D tomorrow? I'm available. ] 

You put the clothes on the counter of your small restroom as you begin to remove your clothing as you look at the message.

Tenko: [ sure wear something nice okay pretty? ] 

You start to blush red, wear something nice.. I-.. Uhh I don't have anything fancy like a dress.

You: [ oh I-... I don't have an nice outfit tho. ]

There was little silence in your room until you heard the bing again and your eyes wided more.

Tenko: [ don't worry, we can go shopping after coffee ;) ]

Your cheeks feel like it's on fire and type back.

You: [ awww really? You don't have to… you're too sweet. ]

Tenko: [ shush, I gotta spoil my player two after all. ]

You felt more red and had a huge smile on your face… it's just a payment for rent that all.. As you message back.

You: [ *link* There the coffee shop meet at 8am goodnight tenko~!! ]

Tenko: [ goodnight player two hope you sleep well ;) ]

That wink emoji… I think he's just being playful, you sigh dreamily as you hop into the shower, taking a long shower to get ready for tomorrow.

You feel your belly getting warm and giggle softly.

You start to clean everything, shave your body parts.. I'm pretty sure he wouldn't care, he seems very laid back and chill to talk to for 45 years old.

You wonder, he has very long hair, he probably wears it in a bun or ponytail then you feel your core getting heated.

You slowly have dirty thoughts going through your head as you dream of having a rich gamer have his way with you.

Your fingers slide down your wet body to rub your clit.

Imagine it's his finger and soft gentle voice whispering in your ear.

" you're so wet for me angel. " you pant softly, would he be gentle or rough with you.

Your finger speeds up faster and your other hand moves to your entrance.

"such a filthy whore, you love being played like this?" You nod your head fast into your own dirty fantasy.

You wonder if he can last long or have a big penis… I mean size doesn't matter to you but god hopefully he will be a great lover in bed and doesn't last like two seconds like older men do.

You quietly giggle, your high getting close as you slide two fingers inside.

" mhmm don't stop.. Tenko. " You mumble to yourself.

You finally reach your high when you rub your clit fast, imagine his body being close to you and smelling your sweet scent.

Your body twitches, shaking a bit as you sigh softly.

Fuck… yeah my friend right about one thing, I need to get laid fast.

You quickly get out, take a quick dry off your body then head to your bedroom.

can't wait for tomorrow you thought as you begin to sleep cozy in your soft queen size bed.