#dewdrop x afab reader

[dantesunbreaker]

NSFW: That Thing

Dewdrop x AFAB!Reader

Summary: When Dewdrop notices his partner hasn't left their room in days, he goes to see if he can help lift their mood and get them cleaned up. Who doesn't love a warm bubble bath?

Author's Note:This is inspired by a friend of mine! They will often share that when they are having difficult times with their depression and overall hygiene from it, their partner will help them shower and wash their hair. Sometimes they say it ends in more tears, sometimes it ends feeling better overall, and sometimes it ends in something more intimate. That last one is what I went with for this story because I am thirsty for Dewdrop.

“I know you don’t want to do anything,” Dewdrop rests half perched beside you on the bed, one hand carding through your rather unkempt oily hair. “But let’s at least get you bathed.” Nothing is harsh about his tone, zero judgment for your current lack of hygiene. 

Your eyes close, heaving a heavy sigh as you sink further into the mattress for a moment, all your focus channeling into the soft touch of Dew’s fingers on your skin. It takes almost every bit of energy in you as you sluggishly slide off the side of the bed. Dewdrop’s arms are immediately supporting you, a wide, toothy grin on his face as he helps you to the adjoining bathroom. Sitting on the edge, you watch as Dew begins to fill the tub, adding various oils that have you inhaling deeply. Normally, he would present each one to you to smell, letting you pick out your own scents. But he knows right now time is of the essence. The sooner he can get you into the water the better. While the water rises, with Dewdrop’s assistance, you pull off your clothes piece by piece for perhaps the first time in days. 

“There we go,” Dewdrop sighs in unison with you as he helps lower you into the water, sinking down until the bubbles reach all the way up to your collarbone, your head resting back against the edge. “You sit there and relax a bit, I’m going to go change the sheets. When I’m back, I’ll wash your hair. Is that okay?”

Dewdrop waits for your response, half sitting on the edge of the tub as he leans over to gently cup your cheek. It is always such a touching experience to see this softer side of the fire ghoul, a side that not many people at the ministry got to witness. Not yet ready to use your voice, you manage a meek smile as you answer with a nod. 

“Okay, I’ll be right back,” your eyes close with content as Dewdrop presses a kiss to your temple. “Love you.” And then he is out the door, leaving you alone to soak in the bubbles alone.

Though you hate admitting it to even yourself, you know that this is something that you desperately need. You can’t recall the last time you took a shower. Even you were beginning to take note of the smell wafting off you. However, the heavy and dull ache of your joints hinders your ability to do much more than simply wait for Dew to return. But you are entirely content to just enjoy reclining in the soothing comfort of being submerged in warmth. So content that when you hear the door softly open and close you actually let out a short huff of breath, disrupted from drifting to sleep.

A teasing glimpse and matching smile is shot your way as you roll your head so you are facing Dewdrop, but he says nothing as he closes the distance between you. Rather than join you in the bathtub as you expect, the fire ghoul kneels beside it, upper half leaning over the edge so that his arms may reach. One arm stretches across you, grabbing both shampoo and conditioner with one hand. You are keenly aware as he forgoes your own care products for his own. Dew knows you well enough that it is no secret you steal his soaps and shampoos when you are having a bad day. 

“Think you can lean back to dip your hair for me, babe?” Dewdrop slides a hand around your back for support as you shuffle forward to do as requested. “That’s good, I’m so proud of you,” his praise washes over you like a soothing balm as you swiftly submerge your hair.

Just as quickly, you sit back up and throw your arms out to rest on the edges of the tub. Eyes closed, you hum with delight at the soft scratch of Dewdrop’s claws along your scalp as he begins to work shampoo through your hair. You can practically feel the heavy shroud of darkness rolling off you in waves as Dewdrop takes such diligent care working out the dirt and tangles of your hair. It’s as if Dewdrop was washing away the black haze filtering your emotions along with your hair. 

There is a gentle nudge at your shoulder you take as a request for you to lean back to dip your hair, though not fully submerging. One clawed hand continues to scrub into your hair wherever his other hand pours water that he has cupped. You follow a similar set of motions as Dewdrop conditions your hair before lathering up a washcloth with one of your favorite scents of soap. When you shuffle to rest against the back of the tub you feel a familiar tingle run down your spine. Arousal. Dewdrop presses the towel to your skin and all you can think to yourself is that you don’t remember the last time you were intimate with your ghoul.

When Dewdrop’s hand travels lower, brushing against your inner thigh as he works soap into your skin, you can not keep a small moan from slipping past your lips. That seems to catch the fire ghoul’s attention. With a newfound glimmer in his eyes, Dew turns to watch your face as he gives a teasing stroke along your thigh. This time you release a moan without restraint.

“What’s that? Does someone need help taking care of something else?” Dew traces lazy patterns into your abdomen, giving you a coy wink. Though he is a tease, Dewdrop is more than happy to give you that release should you so desire. 

Even after all this time you still feel nervous and shy at the topic of intimacy with Dewdrop, squirming slightly under his fiery yet tender gaze. But you don’t let that stop you. Never in a million years would your ghoul do anything to hurt you or that you did not want.

“Yes,” you bite your bottom lip as you look up at Dewdrop through your lashes. Watching the spark of excitement flicker through his eyes gives you a quick rush of adrenaline. “Please take care of me, Dew.” 

Instead of moving his soft touches further south, Dewdrop instead slides his hands up to lather your collarbone with soap. For a moment you are left befuddled. Maybe you misinterpreted the situation? But then you see that look on Dewdrop’s face, the one that means he is up to no good. You furrow your brow and prepare your retort. That’s when you feel it. A soft tickle at your ankle that slowly shifts towards the juncture of your thighs.

“Wha-?” The question isn’t even fully out of your mouth before you cut yourself off as you glance down your body. Slithering up the length of your thigh is none other than a particular ghoul’s tail, the spade hovering just above your mons. “Oh.”

Dewdrop gives a mischievous chuckle as he leans in, the tip of his nose grazing along the length of your neck. As the tip of his tail slides through your folds, a gasp leaves you, making you arch up while Dew presses a hungry kiss against your skin. Soft mewls leave you as he settles for caressing small circles against your clit, white knuckling the edges of the tub, nearly pulling yourself out of the water.

“Relax,” you feel Dewdrop’s hot breath as he purrs into your ear, sending a tingle down your spine and straight to your sex. Until that moment you were unaware of the visible tension in your body. While his tail pleases you, his hands keep busy with lathering soap along your upper body. The primary goal is to get you bathed after all. “I’ve got you, baby. Let me take care of everything.”

All the tension in your body dissipates, arms dropping to your sides as your body, seemingly boneless sags back into the surrounding water. You roll your head to the side so you can watch Dewdrop’s face with a lazy smile. Dew gives a wink, taking in the soft noises you make as he prods lightly at your entrance. A gasp leaves you as you feel the blunt tip push into you only to pull back just as quick. When you whine, begging without words for him not to tease you, Dewdrop laughs at your impatience. 

It does not take long before the ghoul takes mercy, popping the spade of his tail inside you in time with your inhale of breath. While it sends a jolt through you, it is impossible not to marvel at how remarkable yet foreign the feeling is. Though nowhere near as thick as Dewdrop’s dick, the sides press deliciously against your walls as he begins to work further into your hole. But perhaps the most jarring is the flexibility that allows Dew to curl the tip of his tail up to press against that spot that has you throbbing. 

Your eyes close, head tilted back as Dewdrop begins to properly fuck you with his tail, driving it in and out of your heat at a speed that disrupts the surface of bubbly water. But the fire ghoul seems unphased by the intimate actions of his tail, focusing on washing each of your arms. Which somehow makes it all the more arousing. When Dew reaches your legs, you can already feel the tight coil of your climax forming. You clench around his tail with a heavy moan as you feel a jarring jab at that point of pleasure inside your drenched pussy.

When Dewdrop gets to your other leg, you simply can’t hold back any longer. “Dew, please!” Your moan is on the whining side as you clutch at his hand, trying to drag him closer. “Fuck- ah, please I need you!”

Need and desperation has you rising halfway out of the water to wrap an arm around Dew’s shoulders as he shuffles closer, pulling until you bury your face into his neck. The other hand travels down the length of your body, sliding your palm to cup your sex in an attempt to press his tail deeper. You moan straight into Dew’s ear as he pulls you close to his chest and presses his tail impossibly deeper until it can go no further. 

“That’s it,” Dew’s voice is breathy and low, just as excited as you from watching you nearly come undone at his touch. “Just let go. You are doing so well, baby.”

Hot tears sting your eyes, your sense of reality shattering as you are consumed by pleasure under Dewdrop’s gentle praise. A scream rips through your throat, but the sound is quickly swallowed as your ghoul seals his lips against yours in a hungry kiss. You rise fully out of the water, pressing yourself as close to Dewdrop as possible, feeling sinfully aglow as your hips continue to rock with the motion of the tail still stroking your inner walls as they continually spasm. It’s near torturous when you feel Dew’s hand slide between your bodies, nudging your hand aside as he circles your clit in time with the motion of your hips. 

Slowly as you begin to come down, Dewdrop pulls his lips from yours in favor of grazing the points of his fangs down the length of your neck. As the tension in your body ebbs away, your body trembling in the aftershocks, you drop like a boneless puddle into the water. Some splashes over the sides and hits the floor, but neither of you pay it any mind. Dewdrop is too focused on the near drunken smile plastered on your face. 

“Feel better?” Dew asks with a gentle smile, sweeping back the hair that has fallen across your forehead before placing a kiss there.

“Yes,”you hum pleasantly before your smile drops ever so slightly. “But uh..the water is cold now.”

There is a moment of shared laughter between the two of you before Dewdrop stands to help you out of the tub. Once you are seated on the outer lip, he grabs a towel and personally takes it upon himself to pat you dry, massaging the tight muscles in your calves as he works his way up. When he makes his way back up to your face, he pauses when he sees the fresh tears that threaten to fall. But you flash a bright smile.

“Thank you, Dewdrop,” your voice wobbles a bit, but your smile stays steady and genuine. “I really needed this.”

In turn, Dew gives you an equally big smile that is full of warmth. “Of course, baby. I love you, and I will always be here to pick you up when you need it.”

[copiousloverofcopia]

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Never Change

The upcoming tour has you on edge when your devilish lover Dew decides to create a stir. While he meant no harm, the ghoul's antics only add to your frustration. When things reach their max and you can no longer continue, it's up to Dew to remind you on how to relax.

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Definitely NSFW below the cut

Your head was pounding. The dark circles under your eyes, beginning to feel like a permanent fixture on your face and It seemed that as of late that the days grew longer and the nights shorter. You had begun to feel the weight of all the responsibility, you had at one time so willingly taken on. Now taking its toll more than you had ever expected. 

At first you were elated to have even been asked. Working hard for the Ministry to ensure a successful tour for the Impera cycle was something any siblings would be honored to be a part of. There were days, however, when you hardly left the main office. The small room set aside for you, covered in an endless array of paperwork and incomplete itineraries. 

At times it felt like you too were collecting dust, just as the numerous artifacts and forgotten tomes that surrounded you. More often than not, worried that the more you accomplished—the more you still had to get done. The ominous feeling of dread hitting you from the moment your eyes peeled open with the light of the sun. All of it, you often thought, would be a little less infuriating if it hadn’t been for your own personal gremlin—Dew. 

You had fallen for him some time ago—back when you first became selected as a Canon for the Cardinal. A prestigious position within your Italian sect of the Ministry. You were ready to make a name for yourself just when Dew came into your life. Instantly drawing you in with his fiery and unpredictable nature. He was a force to be reckoned with, and he kept you on your toes. 

The excitement between you left you with a sense of meaning—feeling more exhilarated and alive. All of your desires found to be mutual, leading to a romance between the two of you that rivaled that of Antony and Cleopatra. Hot and heavy, it was a wonder you ever got anything done. All of that, however, came crashing down when Cardinal Copia became Papa. 

Your workload tripled overnight and suddenly you had gone from being able to sneak away to an alcove for some steamy afternoon delights, to being stuck behind the same four walls. Working day in and day out for weeks on end. No end in sight until the beginning of the tour. Worst of all, once the Ghost tour started and Copia left, Dew had to go with him.

You had tried not to think about it. Secluding yourself from the rest of the group. Dew, at first doing his best to give you space. At some point however, there was only so much he could give before a ghoul like Dew could no longer contain his natural urges. 

This week was the worst of it. Dew finding new and inventive ways to drive you mad. First was him clawing up the sofa in the office. Leaving behind a trail of threaded up seams and worn down arm rests. He was a glorified cat in his own right, you thought, praying Sister Imperator would not hold you accountable. 

The rest of the week Dew filled with the antics, the likes of an impetuous child. Trying desperately to gain your attention and doing his best to distract you from your responsibilities. Taunting you with the feel of his slick tongue running down the nape of your neck. His claws, grazing at the heat of your sex, all while you were elbow deep in monotonous paperwork.  It took all the power you had inside you to shoo him from the office. The aching he left between your thighs—absolutely torturous. 

You weren’t sure which was worse, the sexual edging or that he finished things off yesterday with a naked roll in the expense reports. Dewdrop, taking advantage of your quick trip to the refectory, to cover the pages in something wet. You, returning to find him amongst the pile of papers, all of them streaked in black ink and fluids. Of which the origins you dare not ask. 

While you had tried to explain, in vain, why it wasn’t the time or the place. No matter how hard you tried you just couldn’t bring yourself to explain it in a way the ghoul would understand. To him it was all fun and games. He was teasing you after all, and if he wasn’t allowed to have you then this was the best way he knew to spend the time. 

Now as you sat at your desk, you waited for the next Dew episode to take place. Feeling the tears pricking at your eyes when the door to the office creaked open. Your scrunkly handsome, mischievous, and smug ghoul wasting no time to step inside. Noticing right away when he walked in, that your face held more than the suggestion of tears.

“Hey babe… what’s got you all?” Dew asked, gesturing over his face with his hands. You let out a sigh, taking in a deep breath in through your nose, before exhaling sharply through pursed lips. Feeling the resolve you had been holding on to, quickly crumbling down. 

“I—I just can’t take it any more Dew.” you told him. Sobbing into your hands as he quickly closed the space between you. 

“Hey, hey, hey peanut. Tell me what’s going on? Are they adding more work for you again?” he asked, ready to throw hands with whatever clergyman had the balls to give you even MORE to do. 

“No, that's not it.” you sniffled. Drying the tears with your sleeve as they fell from your eyes. Dew’s normally grumpy face, turning soft and concerned in their wake. His tail, coming to rest sullenly between his legs.    

“Then… then what is it?” he asked, seeming to be genuinely unaware of what troubled you. The ghoul, bringing himself to sit beside you on your desk. Hopped up along the edge like a wistful kitten, wanting to comfort you. 

“I am overwhelmed, that's true. Sister is on me to finish up all the contracts for the European venues and to top it off I just found out they are adding another date in September that I need to work out the details on and well… frankly Dew,” You paused, deciding to tell him the truth once and for all,”...you are NOT helping.”  

“What? What do you mean?” Dew asked you, feeling a bit blindsided by your comment. Unsure of exactly what you were trying to tell him. 

“I am running on empty. I have so much left to do and all this stuff with you is making the load feel ten times worse. I just wish… I just wish you’d stop with all the crazy while I am trying to work!” you yelled, putting your head down on the desk. The pounding inside of your skull intensified. It was all out in the open now. Dew pressed his lips together, feeling the weight of your words. Wishing he could take back everything he had done the past week.

“Hey…” he began, nudging you with his horns. You carefully lifted your head to meet with his gaze. This time your impish lover was staring back at you with soft, loving eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“Oh?” you asked him, wiping away the remainder of your tears. Dew pulled you into his arms. Wrapping you in them, allowing you to release in his embrace. 

“I’m sorry, I let things get out of hand. I never in a million years wanted to make you unhappy and I surely didn’t want to make you break down.”

“Oh Dew… it’s not just you. I—” 

“No, I know… but I could have done better to make sure you weren’t getting into a bad place. That was also my fault. I promise you that this will never happen again.” he smiled, running his hand over your hair. 

“I don’t want you to change Dew…” you told him. Worried that he might have misinterpreted what you were trying to say. 

“I am not talking about changing who I am, baby. I am talking about not adding more to your plate when you are at max.” he explained, assuring you that your lovable Hellraiser would still be the same ghoul you fell in love with.  

“Good, cause I wouldn’t have you any other way.” you smiled, bringing your lips to his. Feeling the heat rising between you. Your heart, already beating away as the blood went surging through your veins. 

“Promise me something, will you?” he asked. 

“Of course… anything.” you smiled, finding Dewdrop’s look of sincerity–incredibly cute. 

“Never let this happen again, ok? Don’t wait until you are on the edge before you say something to me. Promise me that you will start to take breaks when you need them. You aren’t invincible babe. You need time to ground yourself too.” Dew explained. You nodded in agreement, surprised that such sage words came from such an unlikely source. Clearly his time spent in Copia’s company was rubbing off on him. 

“I promise.” 

“Good. You know, even us ghouls know what it’s like to need a break. I can empathize with you more than you think. The long hours on the road, lack of sleep, the constant needing to bring your A-game. I promise you, the constant burnout will make things harder and you’ll get even less done in the end.” 

“Really?” you said, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. Dew was part of Ghost and had been for some time. Of course, he knew what it was like to live in chaos and like he was running on fumes. 

“Really… so make me a deal. I promise if you start giving yourself the time you need to recoup, then I will stop being such an ass.” Dew winked, “Deal?”

“Deal.” 

“...and you know there is one thing I can do to help you relax—if you’ll let me.” he smirked. Instantly your skin was flooded with goosebumps. Your body, knowing even before he’d made a move EXACTLY what that one thing was. Dew dropped off the edge, turning to lift you up out of your chair onto the desk as he buried his face in your neck. 

Teeth scraping along a delicate spot as he breathed his hot, steaming words of affection against your skin. His claws, gently traveling down your chest to your stomach as he unbuttoned your shirt. Feeling his desire for you growing hard against the inside of your thigh. Already your body, getting wet at the mere suggestion of him.

“I’m gonna show you just how well I can get you to relax baby.” Dew purred as his fingers slid over your zipper—undoing your pants. You hummed in approval, wiggling out of them as fast as you could without losing your position on the desk.  

“Show me… I need you.” you moaned. Chewing on your bottom lip and watching as his deep, piercing eyes fall to the center of your lap. His fingers, finding their way diligently to the wet spot of your underwear. Dew wasted no time teasing it with his digit. Rubbing you there until it was soaked all the way through. 

“That's right baby… that's what I wanna see. I love how fucking wet you get for me.” he growled. Moving now to sink his fingers fully inside you. His fangs, following suit as he bit into your neck. 

“Ah!” you cried out. Reveling in both the pleasure and pain combined between you. Rolling your head from side to side as the sensations overwhelmed you in the best way. Dew began to lick and suck at the bite. Leaving purple marks of ownership behind them. It would be clear to anyone who saw you, that you belonged to him. That he belonged to you. 

As you leaned back on your elbows, Dew lifted up from your neck  to watch as he pushed his fingers carefully past your folds. Licking his lips as he pumped them in and out of your dripping wet pussy. Hungry to taste you more than anything he had ever tasted before. Not satisfied enough just to have watched you squirm.

“You’re so good for me.” he purred again. His thumb, circling over your swollen clit before he began once again dipping his fingers in and out of you. Your hands, wandering over his sleek back and tangling in his long hair, just before you reached his horns. “Fuck.” he groaned, he loved that. Knowing that they allowed you more control—and he was determined to let you use them. Happily guiding his mouth down along your folds.    

“Ah…mmm…” you mewled as Dew dropped down between your legs. His tongue slithering through your wet lips and licking up inside you. Alternating between sucking on your clit and lapping at your folds as he gently worked your insides with his hands. Humming against you as he did it–the vibrations driving you absolutely mad. 

“Mmmm… So... fucking... good.” he moaned, palming his cock with his free hand. You wanted him. Needed him. Knowing that riding that cock and having him knot you was the only thing that could release you from the built-up tension. Your fingers gripped tightly onto his horns.  

“I’m cumming… oh fuck I'm cumming!” you cried as he pressed hard into your g-stop. The sensation of his touch on the soft, velvety tissue—sending your hips up in the air. Dew, smiling against your clit as he felt you cum. Letting you ride out your orgasm on his hand while he delightfully lapped up your fluids. The juices covering his face when he pulled up to kiss you. 

You were breathless and weak as you laid there on the desk. Unsure if you’d ever be able to move again—though you certainly wouldn’t have had it any other way. Your body, still falling from the heights of passion you’d reached when Dew lifted your legs up and over his shoulders. Hastily pulling his throbbing, leaky cock out from the confines of his pants. 

“I think you’re still a bit tense.” he teased, you too blissfully pleasured to even respond. Well at least not with anything coherent. Dew began running the head of his cock up through your slick. Rubbing at your entrance to finish wetting himself before he was ready to slide inside. 

He didn’t need to bother; you were already so needy and ready for him. Your hips rising up against his shaft. Trying hard to guide his cock inside. Begging for him to fill you, to provide you with the friction you so desperately desired between you. Thankfully you hadn’t had to wait long when Dew plowed his way in. 

“Oh, fuck me!” you yelped as he pushed himself in to the hilt. His meaty cock, meeting with the farthest point of you. Dew was only too happy to oblige. Withdrawing backward, just so he could more forcefully pound back into you. You gripped tight to the back of your legs. Dew’s hands placed on either side of you on the desk to help steady himself as he thrusted away. Fucking harder and harder into your tight, little core with every thrust.  

At one point it crossed your mind that you and Dew were most likely fucking on top of the expense reports from that morning. At that moment, however, neither of you cared. Your body, too engrossed in how good it felt to have him inside you. Bucking away as he pressed tight across your walls, filling you so well you could hardly stand it.  

“Dew… I wanna cum… cum with me.” you mewled. Your wanton cries of desperation, making Dew grit his teeth, hoping to hold back his own climax. There was nothing so hot as you begging for him to let you cum. 

“You want me to cum baby? Well, you gotta cum for me first.” he demanded, his tail snaking up your leg and teasing at your asshole. The fluids from your drenched pussy, spilling down over it as it worked its way inside. 

“Ah!” you cried out as his tail entered you. Slowly fucking your ass as Dew continued to fill your pussy to the brim with his cock. You couldn’t barely stand it. Stretched fully inside by him. The sensation made you want to explode. Unable to hold back as your orgasm came ripping through you so fast that you soaked the desk below.

Dew wasn’t satisfied yet. Lifting up and gripping the back of your legs as he pounded harder. His thumb brought back to your clit, continuing to fuck you in both your holes. His tail swirling around inside your ass and pressing up against his cock, from the other side of the thin walls, while he thrusted into you. 

Neither of you could sustain it much longer. The wet sounds of his lap, meeting over and over again with yours, was absolutely salacious. The well earned sweat, dripping down his back as he continued on. His speed, beginning to slow as he grew closer to his own climax. 

It was unmistakable when you felt it. His cock, beginning to swell all around inside. Pressing against all the right nerves as he spread you out, knotting you. His tail, continuing to move in and out. The two of you panting and whimpering as the pressure inside continued to build.  

Finally Dew couldn’t last any longer. Cumming hard into you. Ropes of hot, sticky cum—painting the back of your walls as his tail slipped from your ass. You, beginning to completely unfurl before him when you clamped down on him once again. Tugging tightly to his knot as you felt the force of yourself squirting around him.   

And just like that it was over, Dew collapsing on top of you. More spent than he had ever been before in his life. It seemed that this relaxation session was just as much for him as it was you. You held him against your chest, your breathing beginning to settle. A sense of calm, that was promised to you by your ghoulish lover, taking hold. 

“You see,” Dew began while still panting away, “there is nothing like a good fuck to help you relax.”

“Agreed.” You told him, both of you laughing in one another’s arms. There was nothing more you would ever need, than to be held by those arms. No matter how crazy things got, Dew would always find a way to level with you. Even in times that didn’t involve an overwhelming amount of sweat and cum. 

“Thank you.” you told him. You were finally relaxed for the first time in what felt like forever. Even more so now, knowing that you could come to Dew with your problems. Knowing that you could be honest with him and that it was ok to give yourself grace when you needed it. No matter what he would always be there for you.

“Anytime.” Dew smiled, helping you up from the desk so the two of you could clean yourselves off. Suddenly, as you rose off the desk, a look of concern spread across his face. Accompanied by an even more worrisome nervous grin.

“What?” you asked, not sure you wanted to know the answer as you picked off the stray papers sticking to your back.  

 “Now… don’t get mad, but I think we might have gotten some jizz on Copia’s permit agreement. 

“Dew!” you laughed, giving him a tap to the chest, “Never change.”

[thewickedspinster]

Of Eternity (Thranduil x Reader)

pairing: Thranduil x F!Reader

synopsis: Thranduil and Y/N know each other from what seems like a past life; one that both would rather forget. Once secret lovers, hidden from the prying eyes of the Elvenking's court, the two elves' disagreements became too much, their opinions too divided. Y/N departed for Rivendell and sought shelter with her friend, Elrond. But when the Elvenking of Mirkwood comes to parlay with the Lord of Rivendell, he once again meets Y/N, and someone else who looks awfully familiar...

warnings: afab!Reader, pregnancy, elf children, war

Tathrenion = son of one willow-made

requested by @starlight5cat

Of Eternity

In Rivendell, the seasons turned as flowers bloomed; with a sudden burst of color against the greys of winter. They came and went quickly for elvenkind, rising and eddying like the tide, and with them came new wonders and sounds, new flavors. Song.

Y/N could hardly remember a time when her life was not dictated by these rhythms, when time was so magnified as to hear her own heartbeat, to watch the sunlight catch upon a dewdrop. Though, it was not so long ago she was in a place where seasons hardly touched, where time stood still and light lingered in honeyed moments. Where her breath raced in her body, and youth stretched into eternity. Where naïveté was all too familiar.

Here, she had more responsibility. Here, she was unequivocally welcome. When she had fled the confines of her life before in Mirkwood, where she had been daughter of a Ñoldor house descended from Fingolfin, and gone westward into the Misty Mountains, she had only hoped her old friend, Elrond, would grant her sanctuary. He welcomed her with open arms. Here, she sat on his council of advisors. Here, life was warm and full of light once more.

For a short time of twenty-odd years, there was peace east of the Misty Mountains. Though her cousin Galadriel could not believe it, it had appeared the dark servant of Morgoth named Sauron had been vanquished. The grey elves lived in peace with the sons of Durin and helped the wayward man, but kept to their forests and their mountains. All had seemed well, and with the protection of the haven of Rivendell, the darkness of old seemed unable to touch her.

Such comforts cannot last. Not so long as Morgoth and his fell creations plagued Arda.

As soon as word reached Rivendell of a darkness fallen upon southern Mirkwood, Elrond sought Y/N's counsel.

"You know the eastern forests well," Elrond said softly, guiding them both down towards the river. Water fell in a gentle curtain of silver ahead, glinting in the moonlight. "What sort of evil could cause these things?"

The pair ducked behind the waterfall, and the sound of rushing water hushed their voices. There hidden was an alcove, large enough for a small group, with cushions surrounding the burnt-out embers of a fire. Elrond had come here often in the early days of ruling Rivendell, and when Y/N had arrived, had brought her here in her most vulnerable moments.

"The Elvenking's Halls are to the north, but in my many wanderings, I went south," she answered, settling on the floor alongside Elrond. "Mirkwood is vast and its creatures untold, but I have never seen anything that would produce this sort of rot."

Elrond hummed, deep in thought. Elven and human messengers alike had been passing along rumors of dark creatures in the southern Mirkwood, things that walked on more than four legs, with slavering maws and the stench of evil surrounding them. Elves who more often ventured south returned with harrowing stories of voices, of song coming from the dark trees. The canopies had grown so thick that sunlight hardly reached the ground. Some had even reported sightings of Orcs.

"You know what this means," Y/N said, interrupting Elrond's reverie. "Galadriel was right. She was always right. We cannot know that Sauron is vanquished. We burned no body. Isildur brought no head. Only the Silmaril."

"There are no credible rumors of Morgoth's creatures, Y/N."

"There are," she insisted. "They have started calling this force 'The Necromancer.' This is no coincidence, Elrond. All evil in these lands comes back to Sauron. To Morgoth. So long as their discord remains, none of the children of Eru are safe."

Beyond his red head, with his noble face, the silvered water fell in sheets, dulling to a gentle sheaving. Waiting. When he raised his gaze, he said, "What would you have me do?"

Galadriel would have them go to war. Though she had grown less brash since the last age, she had grown no less desperate for Sauron's defeat. But Rivendell was a haven, a place of peace for wandering elves. She could not see amassing forces and marching to Mirkwood unaided. Besides, it was not Elrond's territory to march on.

"You know exactly what you must do, my friend," she said at last.

"You do not like him."

"What of it?"

"He is the reason you fled your home."

It was true enough, though it still gave Y/N pause. Mirkwood had been a home for long centuries, it was true. But before that, she had known the lushness of Beleriand, and the glory of Númenor. She would always be a wanderer. But the Elvenking of Mirkwood brought with him memories too fresh to be painless.

"He is the lord of Mirkwood, and should you wish to do anything at all about this rising evil, you must first confer with him," she said firmly. "Invite him here. Invite his entire court. They will leave Prince Legolas to guard the north, but Thranduil will come."

"I would have you by my side upon his reception."

Y/N caught the glimmer of ancient mischief in Elrond's eyes, and offered him a faint smile in return. "It would be an honor."

~~~

Word came within a fortnight that the Elvenking's party would embark on the Elf-path by the full moon. This gave the people of Rivendell little time to prepare, but showed Elrond and his council how dire circumstances were in Mirkwood.

As Y/N stood at Elrond's side on the dais before the sweeping steps to the city, she knew that in this matter, as all others, that Thranduil would be stubborn, cunning, and seemingly omniscient. It was in his power as king to appear so to his people. But Y/N, he could not fool. She and Elrond would simply need maneuver with tact, to force Thranduil into showing his hand.

In the distance, the royal traveling party rounded a bend and came into view, the Elvenking in his raiment of grey and silver astride his great antlered steed. From here, Y/N could feel his piercing gaze upon them, focusing on her at the Lord of Rivendell's side. Robed in rich, dark green against Elrond's golden raiment, Y/N stood tall. A circlet of gold sat upon her brow, and in it, an opal enshrined. Befitting of her station, she stood to Elrond's left, his wife Celebrían to his right.

Y/N had known true fear in the face of evil, yet facing the Elvenking of Mirkwood after these twenty years turned her chest cold. She could never fear him - she knew him too well, but that was just the problem. They shared a deep past of friendship, of love, forbidden though it may have been. And pain, at the last. Since their parting, she had, for the first time, lived many secrets that she kept from him still.

The party finally arrived at the dais, the great reindeer's feet clapping against the stone as thunder. The Elvenking dismounted, stepped before Elrond, and inclined his head.

"Lord Elrond of Rivendell, you honor me with your great hospitality," he said formally, the Sindarin tongue rolling like quicksilver from his mouth. "And Lady Celebrían, thank you for welcoming my host into your household."

Elrond, Y/N, and the council assembled bowed to the king.

"We are pleased you answered our invitation," Elrond replied, his tone, as ever, one of deliberate lightness, as if he knew something no one else did. "How long shall you stay?"

"A week," Thranduil said shortly. Finally, finally, his silvered eyes shifted to Y/N. She breathed in deeply. "There are matters to attend to in Mirkwood."

"I do hope Prince Legolas is well," she said softly, smoothly.

Thranduil looked momentarily surprised she'd spoken, his eyebrows drawing together at the sound of her voice. "He is taking to his responsibilities well."

A moment of silence passed. The river roared below. Then, Celebrían was taking gesturing towards the king, leading him away into the great wood house of Rivendell.

Formal greetings complete, the rest of the crowd quickly dispersed, and elves moved swiftly in preparation for the feast prepared in the king's honor. Soon, only Elrond and Y/N remained. She watched the sun setting over the vale, eyes fixed on the rushing waters surrounding.

"Will you tell him?" Elrond asked, voice so quiet only she could hear.

"How could I?" Y/N whispered. She felt her fingers tremble.

"It is unfair to -"

"You shall not tell me what is fair or unfair, Elrond," Y/N whirled, suddenly furious. "You know not what it is to have my fears."

Elrond held up his hands. "I only wish to say that truths are better spoken. Deception is the chaos-sower."

"It will put him in danger."

"It will give him power."

"A curse," she hissed. "A bounty upon his head."

"Or a crown."

She stared at her friend, stunned. "You do not mean that."

Elrond only watched her in return.

With no words left between them, Y/N turned and disappeared into the house, bracing herself for the week to come.

~~~

It was the fourth day of the accursed sessions of counsel, and Thranduil had still not admitted there being any disturbance in Mirkwood. He spoke on matters of trade, of agriculture, of relations with Khazad-Dûn, but nothing of the murmurs from the Sutherlands.

Y/N was beginning to lose her patience.

Elrond, blessedly, had more of it to spare. Ever the diplomat, he listened to Thranduil's concerns and complaints of their relations, and constructed plans to fix them. Ever the master of compromise, he kept Rivendell's secrecy and best interests at heard. Ever the more patient of the two, he kept prodding the Elvenking towards revealing his secrets, to no avail.

Y/N sat, posture relaxed, around the dais at the center of Elrond's pubic chambers. The elves around her deliberated, debated, while she kept her mouth closed. As Elrond's chief advisor, her primary duty was to listen. She interjected when Elrond looked to her, and when someone said something entirely ludicrous. Elves tended to take a laboriously long time to come to any sort of agreement in politics, and were reasonable to the point of boredom. Y/N's engagement had thus far been minimal, though she heard all.

They had turned to the topic of weapons, and of Rivendell's protection. They were inching closer to the topic at hand, but she knew Thranduil had a deep well of patience, particularly when it came to dealing with elves. The high noon sun blazed down on the white marble.

"How have you fared in the training of your ranks?" Thranduil inquired, sipping at a goblet of honeywine.

"The archers excel, under the tutelage of Sindarin masters," Elrond said. "The swordsmen, under that of the Ñoldor. Khazad-Dûn has agreed to provide us with weapon designs, and with materials to forge them. Durin is all too happy to help an old friend."

Thranduil scoffed lightly into his cup. "Old friend, indeed."

Y/N sat up straighter at the tone, the scoff. She had heard it many times. "Prince Durin has provided us with an excellent relationship over the years. He is a close friend to Rivendell."

Thranduil looked at her, through her, in her. Before her mind's eye flashed his face, poised over her, abed. Soft candlelight shone from beyond his features, and his face was softened into the loveliest of smiles. Gone in an instant.

Just then, lithe footsteps from just inside, and bursting from behind the curtains came three elven children, small and laughing. A maid reached out, trying to snatch them by their tunics, but too late. They sprinted into the circle, and straight up to Elrond.

"Father, we would like to go the Gates," one boy panted. Elrohir.

"Apologies, Father," the other interjected, suddenly serious. Elladan, his twin. "I told him not to come."

"Our swordmaster is at the Gates, and asked us to join him," the third explained. Y/N sat forward, staring down at the boys.

"Tathrenion," she said severely, hiding the quake to her voice, "you know not to enter this chamber when Lord Elrond is taking counsel."

The third boy, unlike the other two, with (Y/HC) hair and striking grey eyes, paled, bowing to Y/N. Even when he straightened, he kept his eyes averted. "Forgive me, Mother. Elladan and Elrohir wished to go, and I wished to accompany them."

It was only then, as the boys turned to glance around at the present company, that Elrond spoke.

"You are in the presence of Thranduil, Elvenking of Mirkwood."

Shuffling, with a soft gasp from Elrohir, the three boys bowed low to the king. Thranduil said nothing for a moment. Instead of on the children, his eyes were pinned on Y/N, wide with unbridled shock. When he finally did look at the boys, at the one called Tathrenion, he found his own eyes staring back, steady and calm.

Thranduil stood abruptly, setting down his goblet. He opened his mouth, closed it, then said, "We shall eat. Elrond, you shall decide what to do with your sons."

He swept off the dais, out of view, and Y/N was left staring at the spot he once occupied.

"Go after him," Elrond murmured to her, leaning close.

"Tathrenion-"

"Leave the child to me." And an unspoken promise to keep her son safe.

Y/N was up in an instant, following in Thranduil's wake as quickly as possible. But he was moving fast, and kept dodging out of sight, around corners that he did not know. Servants moved out of the way as Y/N passed through an adjoining kitchen at a sprint, intercepting Thranduil as he rounded the corner into the next room.

She caught him by his elbow as he tried to pull from her grasp, but she held firm.

"Thranduil," she said. "Stop. Just... Stop. And listen."

His rage made his jaw tight, his brows drawn low. "I will not stand here and listen to you when you have -"

"I had to leave," she interrupted, holding his gaze unflinchingly. "I could not be your concubine, Thranduil. I would not."

He scoffed, that same sound he made when he thought someone foolish. Beneath him. It hadn't started this way, but as they fell deeper into each other, he'd started scoffing at her the same way. It was part of what drove Y/N away from Mirkwood. "You were not a concubine, Y/N."

"Then tell me what I was to you."

Thranduil bent lower, so their faces were inches apart. "You know exactly what you were to me."

"I know that I was not your wife." And that was venom in her tone, sour and deadly.

A shadow passed over his features. "You were everything she was not."

"And that makes me whore to a king."

"You have never been a whore!" He shouted.

The surrounding house went quiet. Y/N trembled, fingertips numb.

"Tathrenion is your son," she said lowly, practically hissing into his mouth. "Your son, Thranduil. Our place in Rivendell is of your doing. You never recognized what it was to be in my place, with no guarantee of my safety in your court."

"I always would have protected the both of you."

Tears gathered in her eyes. "Our love felt increasingly fragile. I doubted that it even existed any longer. Had we been found out, I doubted you would protect me from exile."

Thranduil was quiet. The house had moved on from his sharp outburst, exhaling as his anger passed. Y/N's grip loosened on his tunic, her truth spoken. But her touch lingered.

"Did you know?" He murmured hoarsely.

"Not when I left your halls. Not until I reached the Misty Mountains."

"And all... went well? With the birth?"

Elven births were rare, and dangerous for mother and child. "Blessedly, Elrond's midwives and healers some of the most gifted, and I healed swiftly. He was born squalling."

He loosed a soft breath, and some of the tension left his features. He had always been beautiful, but it was when he was away from prying eyes that he truly became ethereal. Radiant. Himself.

"You should always have been in Mirkwood, with me." She just looked up at him. "I am sorry, my Y/N. I never meant to make you afraid."

"It is safer for both of us away from you and Legolas."

Thranduil snorted. "My son has proven impertinent. And lacking the character to succeed me."

"He will mature," she said softly. "He is young still."

"He will have to fight soon."

"Then this Necromancer..."

"Is a threat. Whatever darkness lurks in the south of my lands, it is dangerous and spreading."

"Tell Elrond," she urged. "He wishes to aid any fight against Morgoth's darkness in these lands."

"My forces are strong."

"They will be stronger with Rivendell's. Don't let your pride cloud your judgement."

At that, a small smile graced his mouth. "That has always been your advice for me."

"It will always stand. Unless you change."

"Would you come home?"

The question surprised her. "You would have us? So soon after the death of your wife?"

"I would have your company," he said. "And I would have my son raised by the both of us."

Y/N did not have an answer, and she was about to say as much when a smaller voice said, "I would like to go to Mirkwood."

Y/N whipped around, and found young Tathrenion standing behind them. She took a large step away from Thranduil, then lowered herself to her son's level, steeling herself.

"What did Lord Elrond tell you and the twins?" She asked.

"He said we may go to the Gates, but I decided to stay behind." Tathrenion peered past Y/N, to the Elvenking. "I wished to speak with you."

Thranduil could hardly stomach looking at his son's face, the very reflection of his own, untouched by age yet full of a strange wisdom. "Speak, child."

"I know little of why my mother left your kingdom, but I know she has done everything since for my sake. Please, do not ply her with false hopes. If you invite us to Mirkwood, you pledge to keep her safe."

"And you," Thranduil answered immediately. "I will protect you both, and welcome you into my household in places of honor."

Y/N was speechless, her throat swollen around pride for her young son.

"I know you not, Your Majesty, but I would like to," said Tathrenion simply.

Thranduil smiled.

Y/N sent him on his way, leaving her alone once again with the Elvenking. This time, he reached out to her, and against logic, she stepped into him, leaning into his fingers upon her cheek. She had longed for his touch, his kiss, his steadfastness ever since she left the forest. Leaving Mirkwood had been one of the hardest decisions of her long life.

"Let us think about this," she whispered. "And let these diplomatic matters be done first. Speak to Elrond in earnest."

"I will wait for your return to my side, Y/N," he murmured. "I have been waiting since the moment you left."

~~~

Dappled sunlight shone down upon the glade, lighting the page Y/N read. It was a letter, signed in Elrond's familiar hand, detailing the phalanxes marching towards Mirkwood. They would join Thranduil's army in patrolling for evil in the south, just as they had hoped.

Amongst the trees, a young boy laughed, and an older one hollered. Legolas was nearly fully mature, but had taken to playing with his younger half-brother in earnest. Together, they romped through the forest, and Tathrenion adored having someone elder to look up to and learn from. He excelled in archery, now, thanks to Legolas's tutelage.

A hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her backwards, and she fell upon Thranduil's chest. He was stretched upon the grass, feline at ease. She luxuriated in the feel of his body against hers, in his fingers in her unbound hair. In his mouth, pressed to her shoulder.

She had refused to take him to bed since her return, but she had begun to let him back into her heart. He had honored his word, and the loss of his wife had left him in need of comfort, in need of counsel and a tender hand.

Besides that, over honeywine in the candlelight one night in Rivendell, he had finally told her he loved her. Words were the playthings of elves, and though they meant little to some, they meant everything to Y/N. She opened up visions of the future that had ere been clouded.

"Of what do you think, my love?" Thranduil breathed against her skin.

She came back to the dampness of the grass beneath them, the golden green of the canopy above, the laughter of her son in the distance. The warmth of her king at her back.

She smiled. "Eternity."

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DEMON SLAYER HEADCANONS (RANDOM)

I was debating whether I should just make it NSFW for all the characters and write all fluff separately but couldn't decide so... Giyuu and Gyomei's is NSFW and Sanemi and Kyojuro's is Fluff. It's titled headcannons but.. is it really? idk Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

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Characters: Tomioka Giyuu, Shinazugawa Sanemi, Rengoku Kyojuro, Himejima Gyomei x AFAB!Reader

Genre: NSFW, Fluff 

Content Warning: fem!reader, (self)degradation, curse words (excuse my language 𓏗-𓏗), slight dub con if you squint really hard, alcohol, size kink. I think that's about it.

p.s I got a little carried away writing Gyomei's (nsfw) my bad lol.

GIYUU (FREAK IN THE SHEETS) HES LOWKEY A PERVERT

Giyuu doesn’t really initiate any physical affection at first. Truth be told, he doesn’t really initiate ANYTHING in the beginning besides confessing to you. 

Tbh he didn’t expect to get this far after confessing. He never imagined you would accept and return his confession. So he’s not exactly sure what to do next since he didn't plan for this. 

In the beginning of the relationship you have to lead. In all aspects. It's definitely a slow burn and he's awkward as hell about it all but don’t patronize him! He’s trying. He likes you and he knows you like him, he doesn’t want to hold back with you but he’s just… so. clueless. 

He’s touch starved af, he’s not used to affection, compliments or attention but goddamn does he EAT. THAT. SHIT. UP. He loves it. You make him feel like no one has ever made him feel before. But take it easy with him, he's quick to get overwhelmed. It's all new to him and it scares tf out of him. But thrills him all the same.

Gaining Giyuu's trust is a difficult feat in itself, but making him fall in love? Girl you must have magical powers or something because it would take A LOT for Giyuu to allow himself to ever get as close as he has with you. Giyuu is definitely the type to wait until marriage or until he's more than sure that he can trust you.

It would take him some warming up to and getting used to (even though he craves it every second of the day). He's deprived himself of emotions for so long it takes him a while to relax and let himself go, let himself feel and experience.

But when he finally does, buckle up buckaroo because it's going to be an absolutely exhilarating ride.

Giyuu is one hundred percent pussy drunk after his first time with you. He never had a high sex drive, really only masturbating because he needed to every once in a while and out of fear that he wouldn't be able to use it at all. But even when he did he never got that sense of "relief", much less any satisfaction and the thought of masturbating to someone that he'd never and would never be intimate with just turned him off all the more.

That was, until he met you. You and your presence that completely overloaded his senses, your loving eyes that seemed to drown him whenever he made eye contact, your melodious voice calling his name almost sensually, your lingering touch so soft on his skin, all drawing him in like a siren luring a sailor into the waters with her. And now he finally understood what it was all about. And that sex drive that was nearly non existent before now came back with a full force almost too much for him to handle.

Once you guys get past his firsts and get more comfortable with each other, he’d change but only behind closed doors for the most part.

I'm not saying Giyuu has a complete 180 personality change, but you definitely have the privilege of seeing a side to Giyuu no has has ever seen before. One Giyuu himself didn't even know existed.

In the comfort of his place, or yours, or wherever he can get you alone, he’d do and say the most perverse things that leave you with your mouth wide open and eyes nearly bulging because your quiet little dewdrop really just said that to you.

He can be bold when he wants but he does it in a way that’s just so..??? Endearing? Charming? I can’t find the right word, but he could be telling you his most perverse fantasies with a blush on his face and a hitch in his voice and it would have you absolutely putty in his beautiful hands. (also headcanon I believe Giyuu would have the prettiest hands -long slender fingers, hands the size of your face, prominent veins, clean, trimmed nails- EVERYTHING. all the works)

Getting home from a stressful mission? Need a long, warm bath to relax? No problem, your sweet bf is already setting it up for you. 

As he helps you strip- lemme clarify- as HE strips you down, this man will slide your panties down, slowly, kneeling down before you as he caresses the soft flesh of your thighs glancing up at you with a small appreciative smile. Rising up steadily while holding eye contact with you, he goes from looking up to looking down as he towers over you after successfully removing your panties. Never once breaking eye contact, he’d raise the fist that had your pantie bunched up to his face and sniff much to your horror. 

Homeboy would sniff deeply, eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head at your scent, choking on a groan, before staring you down with dilated pupils, hard as a rock. He’d stuff them into his pocket “for later” he’d mumble before walking over to you, planting a sweet kiss on your slightly agape mouth before saying “enjoy your bath love” with a devious smirk ghosting on his lips.

He’d simply walk out of the bathroom after that -leaving you slightly horrified but more turned on that he just did that- to your shared bedroom while you bathed, to soil your panties even more. A process he’s done more than once (some without your knowledge, but what you don't know won't hurt.. Right? He can't help it, he’s addicted to you. But you know. You always find them. You do most of the laundry after all, always finding them absolutely wrecked and crusty. Thanks Giyuu.) 

Giyuu gets so wrapped up in you and the way you feel that if you initiate anything with him, as long as you're behind closed doors and shielded away from the outside world, he's on you in seconds, completely ignoring anything that's not you.

Giyuu doesn't fully realize how far gone he is with you until the sound of his own self deprecating voice, growling in the distance rings in his ears, "what is it? can't handle it? huh? is the loners dick too big?" "tell me, pretty girl, is my dick game as lame as they said it would be?" "scream my name baby, let everyone know how good this loser is fucking you."

He doesn't even recognize himself, he's embarrassed by his own actions/words so believe that he's going to be blushing the entire time he's dicking you down.

He needs reassurance, craves it so much that in moments like those he doesn't even realize what he's saying, brain turned to mush as he's lost in the way you feel, all the insults he's been called combined with the fact that he never imagined he'd be as close to someone as he is with you, have him spewing such self degrading dirty talk. Honestly his brain short circuits whenever you guys get freaky~ because one he never knew it could feel this good, two he can't even begin to comprehend that he is the one that has you whining, sobbing, cumming as hard as you are and three he's getting to experience this with an absolute knockout like you.

(i saw someone briefly mention pervert giyuu stealing panties and just ran with the idea. give me more closetedpervert!giyuu pls, completely obsessed!giyuu, desperate!giyuu who will take (literally) anything you give him. i love him sm) 

(btw im sorry i wrote his so messily)

SANEMI (A SIMP) UNAPOLOGETICALLY SO, HE’D BE LIKE ‘SAY SOMETHIN I DARE U’

Sanemi knows he comes off as unhinged sometimes, it’s on purpose, an act (MOSTLY) to keep people from getting close to him. 

So when he realizes he has a crush on you, he doesn’t want to acknowledge it at first, refuses to. He can’t and he won't. It's stupid, reckless and selfish and he knows it’s just going to end in heartbreak. And that’s something he doesn’t want to live through again. 

It’s fairly easy to ignore you. There isn't much reason for you guys to run into each other, like none…he is not close to anyone you know. 

Even if he was, he throws himself in mission after mission, so he doesn’t really get much rest time to hang out with anyone. The man doesn’t even hang out with his brother. The closest person he has to a friend is Obanai and that’s because of their shared hatred for Giyuu. 

So the idea of even developing a crush is ridiculous and childish to him. But he’s noticed you. And now that he has, he can’t stop. You and your sparkly eyes, bouncy hair and time-freezing smile. All in passing of course, he'd never actually go up to you and you've never made any effort in talking to him. You’ve never noticed or paid him any mind until you had to. 

Sent on a mission to assist the Wind Hashira, order delivered by your crow, since you were the closest demon slayer in the vicinity to him. The universe was on his side that day, but also fuck you universe cause why tf would you do this to him. 

His mission would require a female to go undercover, but he knew of no one who could help, and anyone who could (Shinobu or Mitsuri) couldn’t. Until you showed up, like a saving grace, an angel. Eyes too sparkly and wide, hair framing your face too perfectly - did you cut it? - and that sickeningly sweet smile of yours that caused all of these unwanted feelings to bubble up in his guts, all directed to him this time. Who sent you? Where was your crow? He would make sure your crow could never give you another order.. Ever again. 

And boy did you help him. You went into this mission and kicked. ass. It was great-  he never knew you could fight so well- sweaty and disheveled but nowhere near battered (he took the stronger attacks to spare you, a junior, he was a Hashira after all… they had the duty to protect the subordinates… right? Oh whatever-). And not once did you stop looking so flawless. 

As you both headed towards the closest Wisteria House (he needed proper rest after having taken on non-stop missions for a few weeks straight. And you had a sprained ankle he insisted you’d get checked.) He couldn’t help the burn of his ears as he heard you talk. Your voice was much prettier than he expected. He rolled his eyes at the thought. Of course it fucking was. 

He couldn't stop his glances over at your form, you were breathtaking, captivating in the sun rise. He wanted nothing more than to sprint out of there and get away from you and his stupid feelings as fast as possible, but every wince and grimace as you stepped caused his own to falter. Fingers itching with the need to reach out to you, words choked in his throat as he tried (poorly) to stop himself from offering to carry you all the way back. 

Next thing he knew, he was dropping you off in front of the all too familiar doors of the Wisteria House, gently moving you off his back, even though you reassured him multiple times that you were fine and he didn’t need to go through all the trouble. The blush on his face never settled down. 

You both grew close to one another during your stay at the Wisteria House, your room was located down the hall from his, but every morning he waited by your door, ready for the routine morning walk you would take. You helped train with him as he recovered, every meal was eaten together, you'd gotten closer to Sanemi in those days than anyone had been able to in years.

He blinked. (More like time skipped, courtesy of me 😀) And somehow he was courting you. Yes. You heard that right, courting. You were a catch and he would never let that up. Especially when you were reciprocating his attention. He was a bug eyed, crazy motherfucker and you- you were perfect. He was crazy, not stupid! 

He treats you like royalty. Offering to do just about anything for you, buying and getting you anything you liked, even if you never asked him to out loud, he's hyper aware of you and your surroundings. He’d notice if your eyes lingered on an item a few seconds too long. Next thing you knew, he’d be presenting it to you proudly, a satisfied smirk on his face as your eyes lit up. 

He’s a proud man.

You’re his pride. Having a doll such as yourself on his arm, his ego shoots through the roof and he’s unashamed about it. He wants EVERYONE to know you’re his. And he’s yours. Mind, body and soul. And he’d protect you from anything and anyone. 

Tired? Don't exert yourself anymore and let him carry you. Sleepy? Just rest your pretty head on his shoulder and rest your eyes. Hungry? Should he cook for you or do you want him to go get something to eat. He’s even more protective when you have to go on missions. Most of which he isn’t allowed to join because he wouldn’t let you do anything if he did. 

Sanemi knows that the future isn't promised so long you both remain in your line of work, so he lives his life with you with no regrets, he's going to do everything he can for you.

With how unashamed he is he doesn’t care who sees him spoil you. No one is going to get in his way and stop him. No one is going to mention it or else he’d see to it that they’re never able to say another word again (and never be able to enjoy solid food ever again either).

You’re his baby doll, his princess, and he’s not ashamed to show the world, why should he be? 

(sanemi you fucking simp ily) 

KYOJURO (TICKLISH) HIS BOOMING ASS LAUGH JUST MAKES IT FUNNIER

HE IS NOT DEAD. RENGOKU WILL LIVE ON FOREVER. 

He knows he likes you after taking a very serious moment to assess his feelings. He naturally runs hot, but he feels extra warm and uncharacteristically clammy whenever you’re around. It flusters him to no end. He’s not so bold around you (at least he tries not to be) since you seem to flinch and giggle every time he speaks which only causes his blush to spread like wildfire. 

His stare is uncomfortably ardent. He doesn’t mean to, really, in his defense he's not completely aware of how it looks. But you captivate him in a way no one has ever before. (Another inexperienced bean.) And he finds it really difficult to keep his eyes off you. He's completely awed by your swordsmanship and beauty.

In other words, he’s a little off putting at first, especially with his mannerisms. Like his inability to use an inside voice even when eating, his hair that you swear he dye's on the regular and his two toned eyes, whether he’s staring off into the distance or straight into your soul, overall he’s a bit odd and intense. 

But after you have a conversation to get to know each other, you find yourself endeared by him and all false assumptions you had of him before cease to exist. Being near him was like being comforted by the warmth of a fire after being out in the cold all day. A smile so bright and dazzling, you wanted to be bathed in it constantly. 

And a beautiful friendship blooms after that. A friendship you both cherish and nurture, both eager to close that chapter called 'friendship' and move onto the next. But you’re hesitant because how could Kyojuro, the Flame Hashira, ever pursue any other passion aside from his work? And Kyojuro just has no idea how to break it to you, what if you didn’t like him that way? What if he was too much? He knew he could be sometimes and he doesn't expect you to willingly want to put up with it. You had blessed him with a friendship nonetheless, and that was something he would forever cherish.  

Kyojuro fairly quickly becomes your best friend, and it's true that he's gotten unbelievably close to you because of his feelings for you but that is not the only reason. Kyojuro admires you for the demon slayer that you are and the person underneath the title. And even if he can't have you the way he wants, he will be by your side, supporting you in all the ways that he can.

So it’s just like any other day as he heads over to your estate, but this time he walks with a much wider stride, his chest puffed out a little more than usual and an unmistakable glint to his eyes. A confident look, one of absolute, like he knows that by the end of it he’s going to have the privilege of calling you his. 

And then he gets there… and just… can’t. He can’t bring himself to say anything in that regard. To confess how his heart yearns for you. 

So he’s listening to you ramble about the latest mission you were on, busying yourself (and him) in the kitchen and he just kinda waits for the opportune moment. 

He ends up giving himself excuses as to why it’s not the right time, but to be honest he’s just scared of rejection, he’s never confessed to anyone before. And it’s nerve wracking. 

Until night falls. 

And both of you are sitting in your living space, empty bottles of well aged sake he had brought from his home, laid strewn across the floor and both of you had been reduced to a pile of giggling, bumbling red-face messes. He had relaid to you a joke Tengen had told him, well tried to at least but he had completely butchered it in his drunken state which only caused you to laugh harder as you witnessed his buffering. 

“I-... wait! How did it go… Oh! No wait- that's not right- stop laughing! Y/N! Give me a second to recall-!” 

He said all this in between his laughing and blubbering, constantly squirming as he couldn’t stay in one place, beside you, whose head was spinning in light headedness as the drinks were catching up, hard. In your hysteric, you leaned over to slap him in the shoulder but missed it completely which caused your hand to brush down against the side of his stomach a bit harshly. 

It caught him completely off guard. The action sent a jolt through his body, jumping far away from your touch staring at you with wide, terrified eyes. You quirked an eyebrow at his reaction, the light bulb seemed to go off in your head, as he watched worriedly as your eyes lit up and an evil grin pulled across your face. 

He should have seen it coming. He was a Hashira after all. He should have been able to dodge such an uncoordinated lunge but he was matching you in the inebriated department since he didn’t drink often, well, at all really. And you guys just downed two bottles. Next thing he knew he was thrown to ground with you playfully straddling his thighs, unable to contain the boisterous laughter that tore through him at your merciless fingers. 

He doesn't recall the last time he’s let go like this. If ever. Or the last time he laughed this hard. He can’t and he doesn’t want to, since this moment, he was experiencing it with you and he was going to relish in it. Even if he wanted to squirm out of your ministrations, even as tears sprung into both your eyes from how hard you had been laughing. Even if it was getting painful. 

“Stop! Please!” he laughed, a loud boyish laugh tearing through him, his voice turning high pitched. It causes your heart to swell. You hop off him, ending your torture, curling into yourself in pain as you tried controlling your laughter, maybe it was the alcohol, but you felt so high in happiness. His laugh boomed throughout your house and you seared this moment into your brain, practically engraving it into your memories. 

“Shut up!” you cried in happy tears, “I’m gonna pee!” This caused more illogical laughter to go on for a few more minutes. By the end of it, you both were left panting and hiccuping, wiping the tears that streamed from your faces. Basking in the moment. 

Something overcame him and he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to, this was it, this was his chance, so turning to you, the look in his eyes so raw and vulnerable, but with a fire burning behind them as he said, “I love you.” You smiled gratefully, eyes crinkling so much it nearly obscured your vision, “I love you too Kyojuro.” 

(my sweet baby angel, i love him so much, the loml <3, he deserves nothing but good things, i will never forgive you akaza.)

GYOMEI HIMEJIMA (A SOFT DOM) WITH AN UNDENIABLE SIZE KINK 

There’s really no other way around it. 

Gyomei knows he looks intimidating to a degree. His stature alone has people unwilling to approach him, the whites of his eyes often have people feeling a bit uncomfortable, and the fact that he’s so emotional throws people for a spin. Have you seen the weapon he wields? Yeah, most people second guess even looking at him. 

But how can they not? He’s big. His simple presence demands attention. Gyomei is a dom without a doubt, not only is he the oldest of the Hashira, he’s the biggest and the strongest, and it's one of things that first caught your attention about him. Because not only is his personality nurturing, that man could protect you without breaking a sweat and that is so ridiculously attractive. 

You love his size. It’s impossible not to when he lifts you up so effortlessly with one arm, the way his large hand cradles your face so gently, his build practically shields you away from the world as you walk side by side. Your small hand gripping his finger tightly, too small to actually hold hands with him comfortably. 

But it took you guys some time to get to this point, where he is no longer self conscious about his size -a small insecurity he developed after getting with you- where it no longer eats away at him whenever he tries to do anything with you. Gyomei never really thought of finding love, it was never something he saw in his future so he didn’t think much of his size, until he met you.   

Both you and Gyomei have a size kink. Yours has always been present but Gyomei's was one he developed after getting past the fear of hurting you. I mean, he's always going to be bigger than any other human and with his lack of romance, he's never really thought about it any other way besides gaining strength. But with you, Gyomei can appreciate his body even more, because not only can he save others with his superior strength, now he has the honor of protecting you and pleasing you.

You love how massive he is and how gently he treats you. Gyomei could, quite literally, tear you in half and rearrange your guts, but he doesn't and the thrill alone is enough to get your body ready enough to take him. He of course ignores your pleading, coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you until he deems you ready enough. 

By that time you’re completely boneless, unable to think of anything else besides Gyomei. Consumed by thoughts of Gyomei. He’s everywhere. His towering frame above you, his large hands covering your body, his lips engulfing your own. His smell is everywhere, covering your senses. He’s everywhere. And yet you can’t get enough. 

He loves how needy you get, he loves fucking you dumb to put it simply. He loves that he’s absolutely ruined you for anyone else (not that you would ever even imagine being with anyone else). The size of his finger inside you reaches a spot that even your largest partner before him could never reach. HIS FINGER. When you told him this he felt a primal satisfaction he had never felt before. 

He loves how small you are. Doesn’t matter what size you are, you will always be small compared to him. He loves how soft you are, how squishy and plump. Gyomei is definitely into body worship, he's the type to view the body as a temple and the fact that you're sharing it with him??? He's weak in the knees. He can't see but he doesn't have to, to know that you're absolutely gorgeous.

He loves how he’s too big for him to fit in your mouth but goddamn do you try. You try your hardest for him. Until there’s tears streaming down your face in frustration, he only knows because he can hear your sniffling, he’ll put out of your mouth gently with a “What’s wrong baby?” And you’d whine at him, voice hoarse as you tell him “Just wanna please you.” It would swell his heart to hear. You’re so cute. Tears would well up in his eyes undoubtedly.

He’d have you trembling with his finger alone, by the time he actually gets to slide into your warm, juicy walls, you’d be shuddering and gasping underneath him. Gripping onto his arms tightly as you’d be reduced to nothing but tears and incoherent sentences at the over stimulation. Something neither one of you will ever get used to. You're sure you'd be drooling as well but thanks to whatever shred of rational thought you have, you save yourself the embarrassment from doing it.

“One… two…” He’d count out loud with each push of his hips, counting down the number of inches you’d take before tapping out. Sometimes you can take his full size, on those days, Gyomei has to restrain himself so much he’s literally shaking above you as he tries not to pound into you relentlessly, dreaming of using you as a cock-sleeve. 

He can feel the bulge as he settles inside you, a large hand traveling from your hip to your soft tummy. He’s groaning at the touch, biting his lips harshly to stop himself from spilling filthy praises, unable to believe you can take him.

Instead he opts to roll his hips deeper into you, hardly pulling out, as he can feel a particularly hard part inside you that lets him know he’s reached your limit. He presses himself deeper into your womb, your walls constricting and fluttering around him endlessly, your body stuck between trying to push him out and suck him back in, all too much for Gyomei who unloads inside you with something short of a roar. You'd cry out, following soon after him, as you feel his seed deep inside you, warm and gushing, leaving you feeling absolutely swollen and satisfied. 

He’ll get off you and take a moment to just sit and bask in the ambiance, admiring his work. Both of you are drenched in a combination of juices (he could feel how drenched he is, you're no better, he can only imagine), he could hear you both panting and breathing heavily, both have tears of pleasure streaming down your faces. He loves it. He can’t get enough of it. Which is a bit of a problem because his stamina is insane and he could do it all over again.. it's a good thing you enjoy the challenge. And it's even better that he's so merciful, he knows your limits and will never push you past them without your permission.

He loves cradling you afterwards, you’re unable to move much without whining tiredly. Your shared bed is on the floor, even if you wanted something more western style, there’s no bed frame that could accommodate to the weight and height of Gyomei. He would pull you onto his chest, nestling you safely into his arms. Whispering and murmuring heart warming praises to one another, he silently prays for your relationship and for your safety before he falls asleep.

(i love this big teddy bear, he needs more love!)

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE GIFS OR CHARACTERS

I hope you guys enjoyed reading this :D Please do let me know if I should make these longer or shorter. I am open to suggestions and feedback (as long as you're nice, I got a tender heart pls be nice to me).

That's it cuties, I hope I was able to make some of your hearts flutter and add a bit more to yours guys spank-bank collection lol.

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Clones x Reader Fic Recs (Tech Edition)

A Promise Made by @vodika-vibes (F!Reader, SFW, Angst, Order 66, Trauma, Jedi!reader)

The Quarry by littlelady1121 (F!Reader, Rated M, Smut, Angst, Violence, Kidnapping, Captivity, Trauma, Reader is an assassin)

Checkmate by @like-a-bantha (GN!Reader, Rated G)

Tiny Dancer by @vodika-vibes (F!Reader, SFW)

Blessed Silence by @mandos-mind-trick (Soulmate AU, NSFW, Smut, AFAB!Reader)

Shy Tech by @zoeykallus (F!Reader, SFW)

The Gift by spockulative (F!Reader, SFW)

Baby of Mine by @jedipoodoo (F!Reader, Mom!Reader, SFW, Babies, Breastfeeding, Dad!Tech)

Just Stay a Little Bit Longer by @dewdrop-lemonade (F!Reader, Pregnant!Reader, SFW)

Aay'han by @din-miller (GN!Reader, Jedi!Reader, SFW)

Loving Care by @zoeykallus (GN!Reader, SFW)

Star-Crossed Lovers by @seriowan (F!Reader, NSFW, Smut, Rated X)

Lighting Your Heart by @nahoney22 (F!Reader, SFW)

At the Seashore by @nahoney22 (F!Reader, SFW)

Almost Disasters by @ghostofskywalker (GN!Reader, SFW)

[writingwisterias]

Quiet Mornings

Arthur Morgan x AFAB! Reader

Words: 1.9k Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, Public Sex, Oral (F Receiving), Orgasm denial, soft dom Arthur Summary: After arriving back from camp late you find Arthur waiting for you, having stayed up the whole night to ensure your safety he plans to punish you so you never do it again...

Red filled the sky as the sun rose and illuminated the dewdrops across the field as you rode back towards the camp. Your horse's hooves thundering throughout the roads broke the peaceful silence of the early morning. It was a quiet morning at least, a chance to escape the camp for a few hours is what you told Hosea as you left but a few hours turned into a whole night when you accidentally got caught stealing and then you spent the past few hours hiding in the cold mountains as you tried to loose the sheriff. Thanks to the gang's recent activity in the area they have started to follow outlaws for longer in hopes it’s someone worth a lot as they collect the bounty for themselves. You spotted his familiar figure leaning up against a tree as you drew closer to camp, of course, if anyone had noticed you were missing it would have been him. You brought your horse into a trot as you got closer, his head was bowed, his hat hiding his features as you got closer meaning you also couldn’t tell what mood he was in. 

You cringed as you thudded on the ground, the sound causing him to raise his head at you. Oh, he was pissed- his eyes narrowed at your dishevelled figure, your plaits were messy and wild from where the wind had run through the strands of your braids, and your hat was also nowhere to be found. You silently cursed at the fact that your bandana was still visible around your neck from where you lowered it after you finally escaped. “Rough night?” His voice grovelled out. You shrugged in an attempt to be as natural as possible. “You could say that” 

You wondered towards him, holding out a smoke as a peace offering. Arthur accepted it, shoving the cigarette between two lips the flame from his match highlighting his features. “You haven’t been getting up to trouble have you?” he asked as he blew out the smoke. “I guess that depends on what you define as trouble” you joked. Arthur towered over you, his face still partially hidden but you could tell he was pissed at you; his body was stiff and his tone was harsher than he normally spoke to you and out of all the jobs Arthur did standing watch was not one of them meaning he covered someones shift just to wait for you to stumble home. 

“Where were you?” he grumbled stomping out what was left of the cigarette under his boots. “I was doing my job then some prick caught me and I had the sheriff on my ass all night” 

“Were you followed?” he asked, earning a scoff from you before you started to walk away leading your horse to the hitching posts. “Were you followed?” he repeated as he stomped after you grasping your arm to halt you in your tracks, his words were clipped and his grip on your arm was tight. “What do you think Arthur? I was out all night - I’m not some dumb idiot” you said, your tone matching his. “I-I was just worried ‘bout you that’s all,” he said. You knew he wasn’t trying to be annoying, he was just protective over all the women in the camp but even more so for you. “I know Arthur, I wanted you to come with me but you were off doing something for Dutch again- I feel like I never see you anymore” 

Arthur shuddered at your words, he hadn’t meant to neglect you. The gang needed money and per dutch’s request, he was always chosen to be the one to get it. You watched him stand there in thought, he didn’t loosen his grip on your arm instead, he brought you closer to him. “Arthur what are you-” 

You were cut off as he began to lift you on your horse again, making sure you were situated before lifting himself onto the horse as well before he spurred it on to ride back out of the camp. You didn’t say anything just leant back into his chest tucking your head into his neck as you trusted him to lead you somewhere safe. He chuckled as he felt you leave sloppy kisses all over his neck, “You must have missed me, what a man am I to neglect such a pretty thing like you” He whispered in your ear, his arm wrapping your stomach and pulling you into him tighter. As you laid more kisses on his neck you could feel his cock thicking underneath you. “You are making it very hard for me to concentrate on where I’m going” he groaned as he felt you re-adjust on the horse your ass brushing against it. “What’s wrong with here?” you whispered against him. 

The sky was still painted red as he gently laid you on the grass of the field, the long blades hiding you both from sight of the main road, you hissed and arched your back as your skin hit the dew drops on the ground. Arthur began to work on undoing your corset his lips leaving sloppy kisses over every spot of exposed skin. Your fingers wove in his hair as you keep him close to you. You gasped as your chest became exposed to the morning chill, arthur took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth gently sucking at the nub. Your fingers tightened in his hair at the stimulation of his tongue as well as his cold hands running up your thighs grasping at them as he hoisted your skirt over your waist. “Arthur please don't tease” You whined as you felt the pads of his fingers touch your clothed pussy, his cock hardening at the feel of your arousal already seeping through. “Hm, but you made me stay awake all night so you can cause trouble in the town…and when you came back, I get ya smart mouth” he spoke as he lowered his head to place kisses along your leg. “Does that sound like you should be treated like a good girl? Or should I perhaps punish you- so you never do it again” 

You gasped as your pussy became exposed to the air, the only piece of clothing left on you was your skirt now hiding Arthur's sinful activities from view as he began to tease and kiss away at your folds. “Arthur-” you moaned finally lowering your body against the grass spreading your legs wider for him. Arthur began to eat away at you like he was starved and perhaps he was; it wasn’t his fault Dutch constantly sent him away hunting or for money. Or any second the two of you were finally alone always ended up somewhere in the wilderness. His tongue slipped through your lips before it began to circle your sensitive bud, the new amounts of pleasure causing your hips to buck at his face. Arthur could navigate your body as well as he knew the wild west, knowing every pulse point to nip and suck at, he knew the sensitive parts of your pussy never failing to hit one to get you writhing underneath him. He could feel your body getting closer to your first orgasm, from the way your hips bucked at every chance they got to the fact your thighs squeezed his head so tight his hat was somewhere discarded in the ground next to you. Yet as he bought you closer and closer he began to slow his rhythm before pulling away entirely right as he felt your pussy twitch around his tongue. The action causes a frustrated growl to leave your lips. 

Arthur chuckled as he watched your head shoot up from the grass, your breast moving as your chest heaved, he loved the rosey tint your cheers had as you glared at him. “Careful love. I warned you I would punish you” he grinned. Arthur began to undo his trousers, pulling his cock out of them, the tip almost as red as the sky and it slowly leaked out precum. He used it to lube his length as he brought it towards your entrance. He groaned as your walls enveloped him. His pace was slow at first as his tip teased your G-spot, you gripped at his forearms leaving crescent shapes in his tanned skin. “Arthur please-” you begged as you began to feel your orgasm build back up again, your pussy clenching around his cock. Arthur groaned above you, his stubble tickling you as his teeth began to graze just below your ear the sensation adding to the goosebumps that had already spread over your skin from the frosty morning. Your moans echoed throughout the hills, bouncing off the trees as the grass hid you from view. Arthur's weight pressed down onto you as he ground his hips into you, his tip hitting deep inside you; he could feel your walls begin to suck him in, gripping him so tightly he could barely pull out to thrust inside you again. “Shit Girl, holding onto me so tight” Arthur grunted, his breath hot on your skin. You whimpered as that coil finally began to snap - until he stopped again. 

“Arthur Please” you cried, your hips began to thrust desperate to keep that coil in place. Arthur smirked at how pathetic you looked below him, your eyes blown out wide as you begged for him to continue, your begs were probably heard by all the hunters nearby, his chest swelling with pride at the pretty girl below him shouting his name for all to hear. “Say my name angel” he whispered in your ear, his hips moving painfully slow to keep your attention hooked on the way he made you feel. His balls were heavy and crying out for release but seeing you underneath him at his mercy he would hold on just a little bit longer. “Say my name Angel” He repeated, tapping your face slightly to bring your attention back to him. “Arthur” You whimpered, you felt the orgasm almost at its breaking point if only Arthur moved a little bit more. “Louder” he grunted, his hips finally moving slightly faster. “Arthur!” you shouted as you finally felt your orgasm wash over you, your body going limp in his arms as he rabidly thrust inside you before finally coating your walls with his cum. 

You felt him pull out his softening cock before sitting back on his knees to adjust himself. He smiled as he looked down at your topless form, your legs still spread open for him. Your skin was highlighted with a warm glow as the sun finally poked through the morning clouds. “I think I’ve learnt my lesson” You joked as you looked up at him, his hair was messy and falling in front of his eyes. “Good, next time wait for me- hell you coulda bout Marston to help you” he grumbled as he helped you redress yourself. “It was meant to be easy, it’s not my fault some twat reported me” 

Arthur smiled as he finally stood up, he knew you were more than capable of doing your own thing, and often supported it. He just worried when he returned from camp expecting to find you sleeping in your shared tent and you were nowhere to be found, only to be told by Micah of all people that you were still out. “I’ll make sure to send you a pigeon to let you know if I’m trapped out next time” you joked as you finally stood at his height. Arthur scoffed but brought you into his embrace holding you tightly as you sunk into his warmth. “At least I would know you are safe” 

[xxwhiskeyxx]

Mountain content..

I must ask

Can we get some AFAB Ghoul reader x mountain fluff?

Mountains been head over heels since they were first summoned but he's been too scared to tell them, so for years they never knew until Mountain gets his secret told by one of the ghouls

Possibly Ifrit because this man would ship them so hard and be a little shit about it

Just a thought tho

JUST KISS ALREADY!!!

Hello, my dear Evo, I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request. But I have finally fulfilled it! Ifrit is the annoying little shit that gets his OTP together. I may have gone stereotypical, but I thought it was cute that went to your request. (Y/N) and Mountain have been in love for years, absolute simps for each other, but the typical oblivious goofball and the stoic one who refuses to believe that their love interest could return their feelings. But Ifrit has a plan, keep them seperated all day then drive the big guy crazy tonight during game night, just how will he do it?

-1275 words

I hope y'all enjoy this! I think it's cute with the little bit of steam at the end -Love Whiskey

Ifrit has been watching Mountain and (Y/N) pine and tiptoe around each other since the young ghouleh had been summoned by Terzo later in his reign as Papa; they had been brought to the surface from the Pit to serve as an instrument tech since they were a Multi ghoul like Swiss and Sunshine. (Y/N) was talented at each instrument, having picked up remarkably quickly on each once they were settled into the Ministry, but their favorite instruments had to be Bass and Percussion, of course, Drums being their top favorite (Sorry, Not Sorry :P) 

They have been on every tour since their summoning and have grown close with all the ghouls, most of all the lumbering giant of an Earth ghoul with whom they share a love of music. Mountain and (Y/N) have been the best of friends for years and, without the other knowing, star-crossed lovers who are so oblivious that it hurts. 

Ifrit finds it annoying that his favorite couple does not seem to know how to get together, so he comes up with a plan after listening to Mountain complain about (Y/N) being stolen anytime he wants to talk to them. 

“Hey (Y/N)! Can you come help me with something?” The Fire ghoul calls across the garden as he jogs up to the multi. He grinned as he saw the (height) (h/c) ghoul perk up in surprise from their conversation with Pebble and Mountain. “Sure, what’s up, fritter?” They ask, tilting their head as they stand, brushing off the dirt from their knees. Ifrit notices how Mountain stares up at them from where he’s half kneeling, still chest height with the multi, “I have a favor to ask. Can you come with me?” Ifrit chirps.

(Y/N) smiles, “Of course!” And off they go, IfritIfrit smiling widely as he notices the giant get up with a huff and head off in another direction. 

The Fire ghoul continues this the rest of the day, never leaving the pair alone. He watches as the normally level-headed and stoic ghoul gets more and more frustrated every time he steals the Multi away, not missing the glares he sends when he sees the himbo wrap a friendly arm around their waist. 

But it all comes to a head that night during their weekly game night; Swiss and Sunshine had come up with the idea of truth or dare spin the bottle. Everyone took turns spinning the quickly emptied wine bottle and acting out the various inane antics and deep truths they had given. Delta admitted to having once fucked Terzo on the balcony of a fancy hotel, and that’s why they were banned; Cirrus performed a lap dance for Rain, who turned the color of the deep ocean in embarrassment before hiding in Dewdrop’s lap for the rest of the night, and Ifrit will never forget seeing Alpha dressed in a maid outfit (Satan knows where Special got the thing) and romantically dancing with Aether. 

But things got spicy as the bottle slowed (Y/N). Ifrit grins as he sees his newest victim. Leaning forward, the Fire ghoul smirks. “Truth or dare, little one,” he purrs, watching as Mountain stiffens at the name. 

(Y/N) grins, “Dare bitch, hit me with your best shot!” Ifrit’s grin only grows as he glances around the circle before coming to rest on his kin, who is dressed only in a muscle shirt and dark jena

Alpha chuckles darkly as he watches them blush, the former lead guitarist hadn’t been shy about his interest in the Multi with his flirting and open offers of them coming to him if they needed help with anything.  

(Y/N)’ s face is a deep scarlet in record time as they glance over at the large ghoul, tail flittering with nerves, “uh..h..how long?” They stutter

Ifrit grins, “just one song,” already scrolling for the perfect song in his playlist. Swiss is already running to set up the designated chair for the dare, a deep red plush armchair (I’m uncreative, sue me) 

Alpha smirks as he gets up, “cmon squirt, let’s see those moves.” moving to sit in the chair as if uninterested, even if the way he’s watching them like he’s about to eat them says otherwise. Ifrit watches as Mountain knuckles whiten as he grips his pant legs. 

Soon, Minerva by Deftones spills through the speakers as (Y/N) stands, sauntering over to Alpha and swinging their hips as they walk. Thankful that they wore their ripped jeans and not the shorts they’d planned on, (Y/N) leans down to caress warm, toned arms as they roll their body sensually. 

Ifrit grins as he watches Mountain’s rage bubble to the surface. Alpha smirked and enjoyed his show, his hands holding the Multi’s hips as they ground on his lap. 

As soon as the song is over, Alpha is quick to tug (Y/N) into his lap and whisper something in their ear that has them blushing and giggling like a schoolgirl. This snaps the giant’s resolves. 

With one fluid motion, Mountain stands and stomps over, scooping up (Y/N) from the Fire ghoul’s lap and heads down the hallway. 

“So…game over?” Special chirps from where he’s lounged in Omega’s lap like a house cat 

~To Our Lovebirds~

“Mountain! Mountain, put me down! What’s wrong with you!” (Y/N) shrieks as the said ghoul kicks open his door and throws them on his bed with a grunt. Within seconds, the giant is on top of them, chest heaving as he attempts to calm himself, “What’s wrong with me?! Watching you grind on that asshat has driven me fucking crazy! Nobody should touch you like that but me! Not Alpha, not Ifrit, not anybody! Not unless they’re me! I love you, and I refuse to watch someone else touch what’s mine,” he shouts, face softening as he sees the fear in their eyes. 

Pushing up and leaning back on his heels, rubbing his face with the heels of his palms, “I’m sorry…I just… I’ve loved you since the day we met, and..watching him touch and look at you like that after Ifrit’s been stealing you all day was just too much. It… it’s okay if you don’t feel the same,” his voice hoarse as if holding back emotions

(Y/N) says nothing and stares at him for a moment before crawling towards him. Glancing up at them, “What are you doing?” 

Mountain asks, confused, before he’s pulled into a warm kiss, and his world explodes with color. 

The kiss lasts a seemingly endless amount of time, yet it feels like it ends too soon as (Y/N) pulls away. “I have loved you every day since you took me to the garden. Please know that I am yours as much as you are mine,” they whisper.

The drummer groans and tugs them into a possessive and needy kiss that quickly turns spicier as whines and growls echo under the door.

Just on the other side, a certain Himbo sits, giggling as his plan works. "“You really had to play the jealousy card?” Special asks as they flop beside him. “Yep!” Ifrit pops the P as he listens to the slowly growing noises that come through the door. 

Special smirks, “How about you come with me, and we help poor Alpha through his horny heartbreak?” 

They don’t finish their sentence before Ifrit darts down the hallway. Standing and brushing imaginary dirt from themselves, they hear a surprisingly low-pitched whine that sounds suspiciously like Mountain, “always knew he was a bottom.” they chuckle as they follow Ifrit.

[gravehags]

⛧⚸ gravehags' writing ⚸⛧

GHOST

sundress season - mary goore x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

synchronicity - cardinal copia x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

fever for the fire - cumulus x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

i must confess to you (i want to possess you) - cumulus x f!reader, prequel to fever for the fire, NSFW, MDNI

to taste your beating heart - cirrus x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

sweetest submission - dewdrop x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

untitled - cardinal copia x gn!reader

this hell (is better with you) - ghoulettes x afab!reader

worship this love - cumulus x f!reader

meet me in the woods - cirrus x f!reader, regency au, NSFW, MDNI

dream (a little dream of me) - aether x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

feel you from the inside - dewdrop x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

i'd be your mistress (just to have you around) - cardinal copia x f!reader

the potential of you and me - phantom x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

whatever she wants (whatever you want) - cumulus x f!reader (x cirrus, sort of), NSFW, MDNI

your sin, your preacher - papa emeritus ii x f!reader, NSFW, MDNI

give me mercy no more - cardinal copia x f!reader x cumulus, NSFW, MDNI

smitten by the blackest force - mary goore x f!reader (witch!reader), NSFW, MDNI

📚 CURATOR!READER (non-chronological series) 📚

dreadful need in the devotee - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

can't find you in the dark - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

unraveling a stitch - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

you send me - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

something so precious - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

i am the heart that you call home - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

every day is halloween - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

take me apart - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

traduzione - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

satan baby - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

unholy, unholy, unholy - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

falling so badly (i'm coming apart) - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

crimson headache, aching blush - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

let the devil in - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

destroying all (and make them want it again) - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

the one who comes (richly endowed) - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

kingdoms to fall one by one - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

son of perdition - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

all vacant and waste - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

desinare - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

enter lydia - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

the fabric of your flesh - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), cirrus x reader x cumulus, NSFW, MDNI

at the altar of venus - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader), NSFW, MDNI

his mother’s blood - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

hold me now - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

it’s close to midnight - cardinal copia x f!reader (curator!reader)

✨ BONUS ✨ - curator!reader x cardinal copia playlist

🌙 GHOUL BICYCLE SERIES 🌙

heaven in hiding - swiss x f!reader (virgin!reader) , NSFW, MDNI

the undone and the divine - swiss x f!reader, sequel to heaven in hiding, part two in the ghoul bicycle series. NSFW, MDNI

ain't it a gentle sound - dewdrop x f!reader, part three in the ghoul bicycle series (part i, part ii), NSFW, MDNI

waiting for you only - cumulus x f!reader, part four in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

our little remedy - aether x f!reader x mountain, part five in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

separated by a degree - cirrus x f!reader, part six in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

naked in that garden - rain x f!reader, part seven in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

feathers in our bed - transfem!sunshine x f!reader, part eight in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

some know it lovingly - phantom x f!reader, part nine in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

my blood is singing with your voice - aurora x f!reader, part ten in the ghoul bicycle series, NSFW, MDNI

the burn between our hearts - ghouls/ghoulettes x f!reader, final part in the ghoul bicycle series

💥 bonus 💥

dance of the seven veils - aether x f!reader, extension of the ghoul bicycle series

hot to go - cirrus x f!reader, extension of the ghoul bicycle series

my love mine all mine - cumulus x f!reader, extension of the ghoul bicycle series

what the water gave me - rain x f!reader, extension of the ghoul bicycle series

pray it all away (but it continues to grow) - dewdrop x f!reader, extension of the ghoul bicycle series

cumulus x ghoul bicycle reader (x cirrus x sunshine x aurora)

swiss x ghoul bicycle reader x aurora

phantom x ghoul bicycle reader

ghoul bicycle pack x reader with a tummy ache

aether and dew spitroasting ghoul bicycle reader

ghoul bicycle series group first date

ghoul bicycle series bonus post part 1

mini fics/prompts

cumulus x f!reader x cardinal copia - NSFW, MDNI

mountain x ghoulettes - NSFW, MDNI

cirrus x f!reader - NSFW, MDNI

cardinal copia x sister of sin!reader (part 1, part 2) - NSFW, MDNI

ghoulettes with an inexperienced reader - NSFW, MDNI

phantom x f!reader (x mountain) - NSFW, MDNI

ghouls/ghoulettes and bloodlust - NSFW, MDNI

ghouls/ghoulettes handling your depressive episode

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thank you everyone for your continued support in letting me get both my nasty AND tender fantasies out. love you xoxo.

[molly-ghuleh]

molly-ghuleh's masterlist!

Oneshots

Broom Closet - Copia x afab!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Honeysuckle - Mountain x gn!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Prompts/HCs

I think I deserve a kiss - Copia x gn!reader

Confession leading to a kiss - Copia x gn!reader

I think this is the part where you kiss me - Secondo x gn!reader

One more kiss? Please - Secondo x gn!reader

Dracopia in love HCs - Dracopia x gn!reader

S/O with stuffed animals - All Papas x gn!reader

How to turn Dewdrop on - Dew x gn!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Secondo with insecure S/O - Secondo x f!reader (NSFW - MDNI)

Multi-Chapter

Camellia - Copia x f!reader: Chapter 1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / AO3

You are a translator for the Ministry. You receive a letter summoning you to the Abbey for a project involving an ancient diary with a mysterious author, but you find yourself wishing you were back home. That is, until you meet the charming Papa Emeritus the Fourth.

Collabs

XXXMas At the Ministry - four steamy holiday smuts with our beloved Papas! (NSFW - MDNI)

Day 1: Naughty Presents by @copias-sewer-rat (Primo x afab!reader) Day 2: Ungrumpify Your Papa by me! (Secondo x afab!reader) Day 3: Mistletoe'd by @ghulehunknown (Terzo x afab!reader) Day 4: Treasure Hunt by @bupia (Copia x afab!reader)

[killerbananas]

Expressions

A moment with Jean on the couch.

🔞 mdni | masterlist | 1,044 wc | afab!reader x Jean

Warnings: smut; subliminal breeding kink, come play, creampie, oral, cockwarming, biting, little rougher, adventurous positioning, softer stuff overall

AN: Repost from my old account.

You’ve been together years at this point, but it’s still a special kind of show to watch the natural honesty you see in Jean’s face. How he’d raise his brows in alarm when he realized he left the stove on, when a massive grin stole his features after you agreed to be together; it never fails to intrigue and amuse you.

His latest expression is of particular interest because you can see his thighs start to fidget restlessly and a telling bulge beginning to tent the soft material of his shorts. Even his lower abdominal muscles are beginning to twitch, showcased by his lack of apparel. Something is brewing in that carnal lizard brain.

It’s just hard to figure out what. Sure, your shorts are a little raised up while you’re sitting pretty on the couch knitting that pair of baby booties for your friend–

You check where his eyes rake over your body, directionality often readily discernible at such a short distance. He makes circuits drifting from up your legs to your chest a few times, but he keeps pausing in one area more than the others–

“Hey, beautiful. What are you making there?”

You explain. “I’ve been dying to polish up my knitting skills again too.”

You laugh and enjoy the communal mirth when he tells you he has something better you could polish. But it is not the exuberant ringing of your laughter leaving your lips when his hands grab your ankles and pull you swiftly towards him. No, it is an embarrassing high-pitched “Jean!” that steals itself from you when he manages to drag you, legs spread, to lock around his hips.

He knows exactly where his cockhead is hitting, even buried under both your layers of clothing, and he means to grind into your sensitive clit every time he can manage while still whispering his sinful soul in your ear while his hands map out cartographic marvels with expertly exploring tools. The way you’re straddled across his lap means getting to feel his muscle-dense thighs move with bracing strength. He knows just the right amount of pressure required to curl your toes.

The variance as he exerts drives your pulse to your neck where he’s decided to nibble tender nips, reddening the thinner tissue. It hits you suddenly that it’s only a few minutes in and you’re aroused enough that Jean–

“Look at how wet you are, babe.”

“Stop teasing me. It’s your fault.”

“Oh, really? I think it’s hot to see you so turned on, you can’t even hide it from me. Let me clean up my mess.”

And another indecent squeak of his name leaves you when he roughly tugs everything off to bare you to him, handling your legs…

“Up on your hands.”

…right over his shoulders, raising your torso parallel to his lap and causing your arms to tremble, gripping his legs to try to keep balance. His mouth meets your cunt and the tremble triples, but Jean takes his warm palms and helps anchor you to his same shoulder with one and cups what he can span of your ass with the other. He wreaks blissful havoc through your folds, nips your clit sporadically, and leaves you semi-delirious.

You try to reorient yourself from the intense pleasure, enjoying the view of Jean smirking, lower half of his face painted with smatterings of blanche-opaque dewdrops amidst smooth strokes of your creamy essence. You lick a sample from his cheek and become overwhelmed again when he initiates a tongue-dominating kiss before you can swallow, craving your taste and closeness. He’s more of a multitasker when it counts than most would give him credit. He doesn’t falter in the languid makeout session, yet, next you know it, his throbbing head is breaching your pussy and filling you up to what feels like your ribs. You suck in his deep, masculine groan as it passes his lips when you seat yourself flush. You want all of him, but fuck do you also want to bite that smirk off his face.

His stomach clenches as he presses himself further into your extremely exposed cunt. The position allows for penetration so deep that it nearly smashes bright lights behind your eyes while his cock paints lovebruises along your cervix. You gyrate your hips, sexual mischief flirting across your hazy mind and begin walking your hands back again. He works with you to adjust, intrigued where you’re going. He’s happy he complied when it ends with you folded with your legs at your ears and your ass resting at the edge of the cushions. Exposed doesn’t cover the vulnerability of this position.

He pulls back to just his head, rutting stuttering patterns with a dick so hard and leaking, he’s starting to get a sick thrill at the lewd sounds and dripping fluids he’s fucking right out of you. His fingers press some to your lips, greedily stolen from between you and voraciously consumed by your hot mouth.

“Inside, please, honey.”

You can tell he’s close by rhythm and his eyes can’t leave the slick meeting of your bodies since before the words left your mouth. He’s not even responding verbally, just helplessly chasing his orgasm so he can revel in the gift of your cunt.

He’s not so far gone that his hand forgets about your painfully swollen clit. How could he when he’s balls deep, hands pulling you apart to try to simply fuck deeper…

You get to watch every single, beautiful feeling streak bliss across his features when you come together. His jutting hips, splattering molten lovenotes into your womb, pull an earth shattering orgasm. You see that adorable way he bites his lip when he thrusts in and out, brimming with overstimulation, watching his come pool invitingly. He momentarily leaves, drawing a very fucked out moan from you. His two fingers press his seed back through your folds, into your hole, and follows back up with his still throbbing cock when he finishes. You adore the warm sensation his gaze brings you as he keeps himself right there while shoving his fingers in your mouth one more time.

You’d clean his entire body with your tongue if you’re being honest, but you can’t let him know that.

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[a-lonely-little-phantasm]

Hello Gadies and Lentlemen!

I’m Henry/Spence, and I’m a writer/ghost poster!

You may not have heard of kinktober, but I will be participating in Ghost Kinktober this year.

Also, I fluctuate with pronouns for Terzo. I use she/he for her.

I write mainly Gender neutral or AFAB, but if you want me to edit a certain fix to include masc terms, I am open to it.

Henry’s kinktober..

1. Thigh riding — Copia (Top Reader)

2. Viewed Masturbation — Sodo (Bottom Reader)

3. Virginity — Cumulus (Bottom Reader)

4. phone sex — Omega (Bottom Reader)

5. On camera/camstar — Alpha (Switch Reader)

6. Anon sex — Cardinal Copia (Not implied)

7. Exhibition — Omega (Bottom Reader)

8. Overstim — Secondo (Bottom Reader)

9. Edging — Sunshine (Bottom Reader)

10. Face-sitting — Cirrus (Top reader)

11. Bondage — Terzo (Top Reader)

12. Dom/sub dynamics — Rain x Dewdrop

13. Biting — Dracopia (Bottom Reader)

14. Oral — Y!Nihil (Top Reader)

15. Blasphemy — Cardinal Primo (Bottom Reader)

16. Corruption — Popia (Bottom Reader)

17. Mirror sex — Terzo (Bottom Reader)

18. Mommy/Daddy kink — Mountain (Top reader)

19. Pegging — Sodo (Top Reader)

20. Cockwarming — Popia + Phantom

21. Tipsy — Secondo (not implied, more lemony.)

22. Fingering — Aurora (Bottom Reader)

23. Size kink — Mountain (Bottom Reader)

24. Hatefuck — Popia (Switchy reader)

25. Religion/Praying kink — Phantom (Top Reader)

26. Spit kink — Aether (Top reader)

27. Threesome — Terzomega (Bottom AFAB! reader)

28. Blood/fear play — Mary Goore (Bottom reader)

29. Knife play — Sodo (Top reader)

30. Age gap — Primo (Bottom reader)

31. Top-riding — Sunshine (Bottom M! Reader)

[dy6nsty]

Nameless Valentine..ᡣ𐭩

Smut oneshots coming soon <33

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Nameless Ghouls + Ghoulettes

[ . . COMING SOON . . ]

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Omega Ghoul

Rosebud Skin (Omega x GN! reader.)

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Alpha Ghoul

Cupids Mirror (Alpha x AFAB! reader.)

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Ifrit Ghoul

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Zephyr/ChAIR Ghoul

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Dewdrop/Sodo Ghoul

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Aether Ghoul

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Rain Ghoul

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Swiss Ghoul

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Phantom Ghoul

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Mountain Ghoul

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Cumulus Ghoulette

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Cirrus Ghoulette

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Aurora Ghoulette

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Sunshine Ghoulette

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Mist Ghoulette

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End point: February 30th.

[thatoddgent]

Request? Open? Well don’t mind if I do. Could you maybe write me some fluff to gentle smut with AFAB reader, dewdrop and aether or rain/Swiss (really any ghoul, your pick). And could reader go by he/they or they/them (whatever is easiest ❤️), Curley short black hair and allot smaller than dew? 💕💕💕💕💕🫶🏻 your the best, take your time, I love you, get some rest, meal and water!

I’m watching! 🦆

Togetherness (Dew/Aether x Reader)

Thank you so much for requesting again! It's really fun trying to figure out how to write for these guys, and I really hope that you like it. I haven't written smut especially in a really long time so I'm sorry if I'm a bit rusty!

A/N: First smut on the page, I'm still trying to figure out the personalities I want for each of the ghouls, it's been a little harder for the guys for some reason. I'm keeping the snark/attitude that a lot of people write for Dew but toning down the straight up douchiness, and I'm thinking of going for sarcastic but very caring and goofy for Aether, basically combining bits of fanon and their stage presence.

Characters Notes: AFAB transmasc reader, he/they pronouns. Short and petite, dark curly hair (some details might not be mentioned)

Genre: Smut/Fluff

Warnings: Established poly relationship, threesome, unprotected sex, p in v sex, oral/handjob, gentle hair pulling (more gripping than pulling). Nothing is super hardcore, meant to be very lovey dovey. Not proof read, but y'all probably guessed that lmao.

The halls of the ministry were quiet, most people still laying in their beds trying to make the most of any sleep they can squeeze out from the day. The sun began to rise, warm light flooding in through the stained glass windows, drowning the stone walls in gorgeous colors.

Luckily, all bedrooms were equipped with beautiful velvet curtains that shielded tired eyes from the hurtful rays. Though, that didn't always stop a few glimpses of light from finding their way in, and today that stray beam made its home in the face a ghoul, whom had been nuzzled beside their lovers under their sheets.

Eyes shut tight, he groaned softly and wiped the sleep from his eyes, looking over to see if either of the other two had been awoken as well. A smile crept its way to his lips at the sight, you and Dew were still fast asleep, huddling closer to compensate for the lack of warmth the larger ghoul had been providing just a moment prior.

With a yawn and a stretch, Aether pulls himself from the comfort of his shared bed, starting his morning routine while letting the two of you sleep in. He took a look at the clock that was hanging on the wall, there was still a bit of time left before the church bells range, he may as well do something productive to make use of the time. He pick a shirt from the closet and throws it on along with his mask, no one should be up yet so no sense in trying to look pretty.

Making his way to the door, he makes sure to open it softly as to not wake the both of you. Once out of the room he makes his way to the kitchen to make his morning coffee.

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Light shines on your face and your eyes flutter open, you try to look around to see what's going on and wince a bit at the sudden change in brightness.

Looking up, your eyes meet the backside of your larger lover, and you can't help but crack a small smile.

Aether stands at the window at the end of the bed, opening one side of the curtains in an attempt to let some light in. He turns around to return to what he was doing but catches a glimpse of you in the process and makes his way over to you.

"I'm sorry love," his voice still gravely and tired "I didn't mean to wake you."

He nestles a hand in your hair and pulls you head closer to his chest, gingerly placing a kiss at the top of your head.

"I was due to wake up soon anyways," you assure him "Don't wanna get a headache."

A loud snore is heard from behind you, and you both chuckle a bit. Dew has a tendency to sleep in late in you let him, he's always more awake at night and tries his best to avoid any fresh sunlight.

Another snore is interrupted by Dewdrop waking up, his head snapping in the direction of you and Aether. His eyes squint, and he reaches his arms out to grab you by the hips, yanking you back into his chest.

"Really just gonna leave me for another man? I thought you were better than that."

He talks right in your ear, his voice low and a bit raspy, it sends a small shiver down your spine.

"Alright you ass, give him some room," Aether lets out a hearty little laugh. "Just woke up and you're already in a mood."

You wiggle your way out from Dew's grip and shimmy out of the covers, seething a bit as your bare feet touch the cold floor. As you go to stand up, Aether pulls you into a gentle kiss, your eyes going a bit wide at the unexpected action.

"Sorry, you just look... Amazing, in this light I mean."

Now that he mentions it, the light in the morning does really accentuate the details of the room, and the three of you in it. Looking up at Aether, you see how it almost radiates off of his smile. His eyes gleam, his messy hair shadows over his face just right, his shirt clinging just a bit to his arms...

You find your eyes lingering, taking in every curve, every muscle and vein, and slowly your eyes move further and further down.

Dew finds his place behind you again, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on the top of yours. Looking down, he spots you staring, and maybe it's jealousy or maybe he just wants to start something, but his head moves back down to your level and his lips just barely caress the shell of your ear.

Your breath hitches in your throat when you feel his touch.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?"

He opens his mouth and his tongue drags across your ear where his lips once rested, his teeth nip softly at your skin. Aether stands in front of the bed, watching the scene in front of him unfold curiously.

"You could at least be staring at something pretty."

The tingle that you felt earlier returns, and your eyes shut tightly. You feel a hand find its place on your jaw, pulling your gaze up just a tad, and Aether's voice rings out now, barely above a whisper.

"He didn't say to stop, did he? The bells haven't rung yet, so we have a little time for... appreciating each other."

Your eyes open and you just stare with doe like eyes, your mind racing faster than you can manage, head still fuzzy due to not being completely awake.

Dews hands slowly creep to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it slowly above your head. Aether does the same to his own clothes, him and Dew both sitting comfortably in their boxers. Your face heats up at the sight of them both, your head filling up even more with crude thoughts rendering you essentially useless.

The two ghouls look at one another a laugh, appreciating just how easily they manage to get you worked up.

Aether sits next you you on the bed, a large hand roaming you body until it finds the spot right between your legs. He applies just a bit of pressure, palming you softly through your underwear making the smallest noise escape from your throat.

Dew leaves the bed and kneels down in front of you, scattering little kisses, licks, and bites all along your thighs. The both of them focusing their attention on you, the feeling of them both, it's almost dizzying. The heat between you thighs begins to build up, and when you look down you see Aether's fingers start to shine. Dew's eyes steal your attention for a moment, a deep ember filled with lust, his pupils large and dilated, he's waiting.

Both of them are.

Ghouls are known to be predatory, and your ghouls are no different. They love the chase, they're addicted to wearing you down and toying with you until you're ready to beg for any sort of relief. As loving as they seem, they're the cruelest kind of predator really. The kind that plays with their food.

And there it is, the very thing they were waiting for. Your lips open just slightly, barely letting that single word escape from its confines.

"Please."

And just like that, you watch Dew's pupils shrink as he stand up quickly, pulling you carefully into him for a kiss. Aether leaves a few kisses on your neck before pulling his hand away from you, reaching down to pull his boxers from his hips. Once he's done he moves to help Dew with his own, both of them standing totally bare in front of you.

The two of them really are polar opposites, from personality to their body, and you're reminded of that every time the three of you have moments like this. The light of the morning makes it more obvious, Aether having decent length but more girth than he knows what to do with, and Dew being skinny but making up for it in length, it almost makes you laugh.

The kissing stops when Dew pulls away from you, he tips his head to the bed and Aether takes the hint. He sits with his back pressed against the headboard and carefully pulls you into his lap facing away from him, Dew also climbs into the bed, standing on his knees in front of you.

"Now," Dew speaks up. "You remember the drill hot stuff. You say the word and we stop, we don't want you pushing yourself this early if you can't handle it."

You nod and smile, for a man with such a huge attitude, you always appreciate the time he takes to make sure you three are comfortable together, the both of them do.

With that out of the way, both ghouls let their hands roam your body for just a minute longer before Aether lines up his hips with your own. You lower yourself slowly, letting the hands on your hips guide you on your way down. Aether presses the tip to your entrance, before gently rocking his hips and easing his way into you. You let out a comfortable sigh at the feeling of him filling you up, the subtle stretch of him always catching you by surprise. After an experimental thrust or two, you completely settle into his lap, letting every inch of you wrap around his length. A low groan slips out from his lips as he bottoms out, his hands massaging your hips while he gives you a chance to give the other ghoul some attention.

Dew must be feeling left out, because almost as soon as you and Aether give him the okay, he's placing eager kisses on your lips. They aren't hard, but they are a little messy, he isn't usually one for patience anyways. His hands snake up into your hair, gripping it carefully as he pulls away, he sits up again, and his hips sit eye level with you.

Hands still in your hair, he guides your lips closer to him, letting you move more at your own pace. You lick your lips and part them, letting the tip of his dick carefully slide between them. You bob your head slowly, going deeper with every couple of movements, earning ourself a couple of sighs from the man above you.

You get a steady pace going, wrapping a hand around the bit you can't comfortably handle and pumping it in time with your mouth. You grind a bit into Aether's hips, letting him know you're ready for the both of them now.

The feeling is always a little overwhelming at first, both of them filling you up, it should be embarrassing, but the way that they touch you, and the sweet things they mutter under their breath leaves no room for anything other than the love you feel for the both of them.

The two of them create a rhythm between them, making it so you're never left empty, it's borderline intoxicating. You try to moan, but any noise is turned into muffled whines due to your mouth being occupied. Every time you make noise, Dew can't help but buck his hips just that much deeper, they feeling of him hit the back of your throat makes your head spin again.

Aether also get ahead of himself sometimes, some thrusts turning into him grinding right against that soft spot inside of you. You can tell that the both of them are close, Dew's grip on your hair becomes tighter, and Aether's thrusts become deep and slow while he becomes a mess of praise beneath you.

"So good for us," Ather bring his lips to your ear. "You're so, so good for us."

"Perfect," Dew says, almost correcting him. "You feel so perfect."

The praise starts to become to much, and you turn into a whimpering mess, your orgasm coming close, and fast. Dew goes from smirking to biting his lip, he lets go of your hair and his hands shoot up to his mouth. You bring your lips further down around him, his dick twitching softly against your tongue as his cum shoots in the back of your mouth. An almost pathetic whimper erupts from him, his hands doing almost nothing to mask it. He pulls out from your mouth as you swallow his head dropping down to you level again.

"Like I said, perfect."

His hair falls perfectly around the both of your faces, he places a kiss to your forehead and starts to talk you through your own orgasm. Aether's thrust are starting to get messy now, and his praise has been dumbed down to simple words.

"Good... So good... So close."

He grabs your hips, a bit harder than he means to, and pulls you into his hips, grinding deep into you and letting out a guttural moan. That sound, the sudden hot feeling of him shooting everything he's got into you, that's what pushes you over the edge. Dew pulls you into a kiss to muffle your moaning, and Aether lazily thrusts into you, helping you to ride it out.

Your mind is hazy and all you can think of is the feeling of them against you. Dew pulls away from the kiss with a hand holding you cheek, and Aether pulls you backwards to lay into his chest. And just as you begin to get comfortable-

Ding. Dong. Ding. Dong.

The three of you can't help but laugh at the perfect timing, and the two men help you to sit up. Aether moves from beneath you and gather your clothes, Dew finding a clean towel to help wipe you up with. Both of them help you to get dressed before moving on to get ready themselves, but before they pull on their masks you plant a small kiss on each of their cheeks.

"You two have a good day, I love you."

The two smile, and as they begin to walk for the door, Aether give you a gentle rub on the shoulder.

"Every day I spend together with you two is a good day."

You smile, and look to Dew to see a devilish smirk on his face. He's definitely going to prove that wrong.

You laugh to yourself while they walk out the door, and as you finish up getting ready for the day, there's only one word on your mind.

Together.

[slptkns]

General Info

Beff, 24, She/They

THIS BLOG IS NOT FOR MINORS. I DO POST NSFW CONTENT. MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED.

I write for Sleep Token and Ghost! Please, bear in mind, I DO NOT WRITE RPF. This is about the persona they've created, not the actual person behind the mask! I hope that makes sense!

REQUEST STATUS: Currently CLOSED!! Will reopen when I get though some of these current requests!

Masterlist

*** - Indicates smut

Sleep Token:

[Visitor] - (Vessel x GN!Reader)

After not seeing you for a while, your boyfriend pays you a surprise visit.

[New Roommates] - (Poly!Sleep Token x GN!Reader)

After your old roommate left, you were immediately greeted with four new ones, and the realization that your apartment is not big enough for five people.

[Sick Day] - (Poly!Sleep Token x GN!Reader)

Request - Hello! Can I request a fanfic where the reader has to go to work but is really ill so the eepy guys pretty much cuddle them till they fall asleep n forget about it because they all know they need it and it’s cuddles

[Doodles] - (Poly!Sleep Token x GN!Reader)

Request - I have a fanfic idea ! Poly sleep token x reader where the eepies find out the reader draws and doodles them all a lot (idk how they’d react to it but I love the way you characterise them so I’m interested to see what u come up with)

Smut Prompt Requests (from this list):

***[94/97/147] - (Poly!Sleep Token x AFAB!Reader)

Ghost:

***[Games] - (Copia x Fem!Reader)

Copia doesn't let you play his game with him, until suddenly, he's hit with the idea of the century.

***[Predicament] - (Aether x AFAB!Reader x Dewdrop)

After several instances of being oblivious, you are faced with the fact that Aether and Dewdrop like you. Both of them happen to be going through their rut at the same time, giving you the perfect opportunity to help them.

Consequences (Series)

[Prologue] [Chapter One]

You, a tired witch, make a new friend. One that has big plans for you. Who are you to say no? (Or, you resurrect the other Papa's because Copia politely asked you to.)

[mistatsunrise]

Requests Open

I wanna write more fics, so I’m opening requests in case anyone has ideas they wanna see written.

I mainly write character x reader fics, but I can do character x oc fics too.

I write for female and gender neutral readers, but as I’m AFAB myself I don’t feel knowledgeable enough to write male readers.

I can write either platonic or romantic fics.

I will write SFW and NSFW, but I won’t write anything that I feel uncomfortable with, such as inc*st, non-con, etc. Please message me if you’re not sure about something you want to request.

Here are the fandoms and characters I write for:

Star Wars

Any Clones (including OCs). My favourite clones to write are Wolffe, Rex, Gregor, Fives, Echo, Howzer, and Crosshair.

Maul and Savage

Cyberpunk 2077

Johnny Silverhand

River Ward

The Witcher (games)

Geralt of Rivia

Vernon Roche

Morvran Moorhis

Jujutsu Kaisen

Sukuna - true form and possession forms

Nanami Kento

Bleach

Shunsui Kyōraku

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kensei Muguruma

Renji Abarai

Ikkaku Madarame

Ghost (the band)

Papa Emeritus III

Dewdrop/Sodo

Mountain

Aether

Swiss

[aetherswhxre]

Be A Good Girl

Dewdrop X Afab!Reader

Summary: Before a show one night, Dew shows you exactly what he can do with his human fingers.

Authors note: This was not a request unfortunately but we were talking in discord about how human form!dew would love to finger you because his claws don’t get in the way and something in me had to write it. I hope you enjoy!!

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For the seventh time in the past ten minutes, you felt Dew’s right hand try and snake its way past the lining of your skirt. Sighing, you slapped it away again only for the response of a growl to reach your ears. The couch shifted beside you, the smell of amber and musk clouding your senses as your ghoul shifted closer to you. “Let me touch you,” he snarled low, his hand returning to your upper thigh, gripping it tightly. “Dew, there are others around,” you hissed back at him, your eyes darting to the other ghouls in the room.

Currently all of the band sat backstage in the waiting room, the fans just now being let into the venue. You watched as they mingled about themselves, respectively in their human forms, some more interested in their partners and others drinking to set the mood. Swiss caught your eye over the head of one of his partners and gave you a small smile and offered a wave. As you waved back, you nudged Dew’s leg with your own. “See, people will notice, Dew.”

“And do you think I give a fuck? What about what we did in mass last time? I had you cumming on my cock by the end of the sermon.” Your face flushed as vivid images erupted in your mind. You reached over and landed a solid slap to his chest, a warning slap. “Of course I do, you horndog.” You stiffened as he leaned in even closer, his lips right by your ear. “And it got you so wet, angel face,” he spoke slowly, his glamoured blue eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your breath caught in your throat as his hand that had been gripping your thigh moved upwards, toying with the line of your short skirt once more. “Can you at least be a little more subtle Dew?” You quickly leaned over and grabbed the nearest jacket - which happened to be Aether’s - and threw it over your lap, concealing what was about to happen below. “That’s my girl,” he smirked, his hands quick to plunge underneath the fabric barrier of your skirt. You shifted slightly, leaning more against him as you spread your legs wider, your nerves quickly becoming flared with arousal.

“I like touching you like this,” he whispered in your ear, “in this form, my claws cannot hurt you.” You jumped slightly as he ran his glamoured hands along your clothed slit, relishing in the way a damp spot quickly appeared. “Relax, Baby. I got you.”

You pulled your phone out of your purse that sat beside you as you pretended to scroll through some useless feed. Meanwhile, Dew’s fingers managed to curl underneath the fabric and skimmed along your wet folds, collecting the dampness on his fingers. Earlier in the day, Dew had decided it would be a good idea to fuck in the small bus bathroom and the remaining essence made it easy for him to slide along your lower lips. Your breath hitched as you felt him run what you imagined was his middle finger in circles over your bundle of nerves lightly.

“God I can smell you from here. You always smell so fucking good,” he rumbled lowly, his face now bumping its way into the crook of your neck. The feeling accompanied by his voice sent shivers down your spine, alighting your nerves with a fire you knew all too well. Your eyes fluttered slightly as you casually glanced up, wondering if anyone had caught on to what was happening on the couch across the room. They all still seemed occupied with their activities. Most of them now probably had a slight buzz after drinking copious amounts of the strong liquor they passed around.

Your back arched slightly as you felt the hand dip lower, his thumb now taking the place of circling your clit as his middle and ring finger journeyed downwards. His middle finger sank slowly into your wet heat as you heard him release a small groan. “If they weren’t here, I’d throw you over the arm of this couch and fuck you until they called me on stage…fuck, why do they have to be here,” he whined, his breathing deep. His finger pumped in you as he moved his thumb in time with each push. You tried to focus on holding your phone in your hand but in reality, all you wanted to do was toss it to the side and fully give in to the pleasure your ghoul was giving to you. “It feels so good,” you whispered softly, a small moan escaping your lips.

The ghoul’s breathing picked up and you could almost hear the sound of his nostrils flaring to take in every small ounce of your intoxicating smell. You sighed again at the stretch of his finger, and while it could hardly compare to the stretch of his cock, it still shot liquid white heat down your spine. And as he added a second finger, your legs had begun to shake. You had added the weight to the tips of your toes out of reflex and you allowed your feet to properly drop back down to the floor. “More, Dew, Ple- Ah!”

Before you could even finish the request, he quickly added his ring finger, plunging it in rhythm with his middle finger. You dropped your phone back onto the couch, your hand reaching under the blanket to grab ahold of his lower arm as something to grab on to. You began rolling your hips, no longer caring who all was in the room. The only thing you could focus on in that very moment was the intense pleasure happening between your legs, hidden from the world. “You like having my glamoured fingers fuck you, Doll? You like being touched by my human form?”

You nodded shakily. “You go so much de-deeper like this,” you moaned softly. His thumb picked up the pace, quickly circling causing you to throw your head back on the couch. Dew took the opportunity to bite and lick at your exposed neck, happily working a bruise into the skin. “De-Dew, I’m so close-“

“I know baby, I can taste it in the air. Now are you going to be a good girl and cum on my fingers so I can play a great fucking show tonight?” You nodded eagerly, spitting out a small ‘faster’. Your ghoul complied, his wrist curling and flexing as he quickly pumped his fingers inside of you. Your climax was quickly approaching, the coil in your stomach tightening with each pump. Clenching around his fingers, you slapped your hand on the edge of the couch seat and gripped it, your nails digging into the leather. You muttered a small mantra of ‘fuck fuck fuck’ as he brought you closer and closer to what felt like salvation.

And with one last flick of his thumb, you turned and this time forced your head into the crook of his neck as you bit down on his shoulder, the rough fabric of his stage uniform harsh against your teeth. Your orgasm washed over you in waves of molten heat, your legs clamping shut around his hand, holding his fingers inside you. He used his strength to keep rolling his hand against you as he pulled the strings of your high. Dew helped you ride out your high as long as he could, muttering obscene things in your ear. “Fucking hell you’re sucking my fingers in, fuck you’re so hot.”

Once you began to come down, shaking against the ghoul, he slowly pulled his fingers from you, pulling them out from underneath the jacket. You noticed with slight embarrassment how slick they looked in the harsh back room light. You watched in a daze as he unhurriedly brought them to his lips. You watched as his glamour broke slightly the moment your taste spread across his tongue. His skin flashed between a normal human skin tone and his natural gray tone on and off as well as his canines elongating slightly. “After the show tonight, I want you to ride me until you can’t even feel your legs. I want to see you in all your glory - as a thank you for another mind blowing orgasm, courtesy of me.”

You landed a half ass slap to his chest again as the loud voice of Swiss echoed across the room. “I knew I smelled something…delicious.” Your head snapped up from where it rested on Dew’s shoulder. Swiss was looking directly at the two of you, a smirk etched into his glamoured face. All of the other ghouls and siblings of sin turned to look, causing you to flush in embarrassment. “Is that - oh come on you guys! That’s my jacket!”

Dew grabbed the black piece of material and balled it up to toss it right at Aether, who caught it and held it out with one hand. “You owe me one, Dew,” he said, his eyes saying that he was indeed not joking. “Yeah yeah yeah, whatever.”

Not even a few seconds later, there was a knock at the door, a staff member poking his head in to alert the band that it was time to go on stage. You now realized you could hear the roar of the crowd outside and you felt the energy of the room completely change. Papa entered shortly after, clapping to get the ghouls attention. “Let’s give it our all tonight, yes? Let’s bring the house down as we worship his unholiness!” The ghouls all cheered as they slipped on their helmets and grabbed their needed items for the stage. Dew got up beside you, holding his hands out.

It had become a habit at this point. Anytime you joined them for their touring rituals, he asked you to kiss each and every one of his fingers, claiming your kisses made him play better. It started out as a silly joke but now he demanded it each and every time. And you took your time kissing his fingers, putting all of the intimate love you had for your ghoul into each one. When you got to the last finger, you pulled it into your mouth slightly, sucking. You felt Dew stiffen, his other hand reaching out to cup your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “When I return to the bus, you better be naked and waiting. I’m fucking you tonight and I don’t give a fuck who hears…”