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god-has-entered-my-body · 9 months ago

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Sugar - Matty Healy

A/N: no banner because im exhausted. also not proofread in the slightest. anon this goes out to you my love, i hope you're well xx

wc: 2k

content warnings: smut, fluff, swearing, dirty talk, sub! matty, use of sex toys (strap-on), blowjobs (he suck girlies strap), so fucking filthy do not look at me, praise, slight degradation, coming untouched, humping, begging, teasing (?), power imbalance

It's not real. It doesn't feel like it anyway.

The air is thick, hanging like a fog over your senses, engulfing you. The soft cushion of the sofa feels comfortable against the back of your legs and you suck in a deep breath of oxygen, letting your shoulders relax.

It's dim, the only light source coming from cheap fairy lights you had convinced Matty to buy on a stoned trip to poundland, most of the light bulbs flickering every so often in the corner of your eye.

Your vision focuses when you hear a creak beneath you, Matty’s knees shifting on the marble floor, clearly uncomfortable. He, of course, doesn't say anything, but is still grateful when you offer him a pillow, your fingers brushing against each other as you hand it to him, a sickly sweet smile spreading into his face.

It takes one look downwards to tell he’s hard, aching, straining against the confines of his black joggers. His shirt clings to him obscenely, leaving nothing to imagination as your eyes rake over his body, the slight protrusion of his nipple piercing making your breath shallow, a detail Matty notices immediately.

“Someone’s excited.” you mutter, embarrassment flushing his cheeks at your comment, his hands resting on your thighs, gripping them. He nods, grinning at you with a look in his eye mischievous as he turns to look directly at your lap.

Matty was an experimentalist, always one to try everything at least once, just to see if he liked it, leaving no stone unturned. So now, as he sits between your legs, fingernails digging into the skin of your thighs, eyes fixated on your strap, maybe he was a bit nervous. His heart beats erratically in his chest, feeling all of the blood in his body rush south as you eye him from above, waiting for him to make a move.

His lips part as you shift on the sofa, bringing your hips forward, a silent gesture of encouragement. You do your best to seem composed, to seem like you weren't doing everything in your power to just grab him and take him right there on the floor, writhing and whimpering under your harsh touch.

No, this is about him. He had brought the idea to you, fingers picking at his skin as he refused to make eye contact, rocking back and forth on the heels of his feet. It looked odd, seeing him so anxious about bringing something to you.

“I want to suck your cock.”

His words pierced your mind with dozens of fantasies and images. Matty, on his knees, eyes wide and bleary as he struggled to take your strap down his throat, choking at the heavy weight of it on his tongue. The sounds he would make, whimpering as you pushed his head down further, the sight of his struggle igniting a flame at the pit of your stomach.

You had never in your life agreed to anything as enthusiastically as you did in that moment, assuring him that his fantasy was the hottest thing that had ever come out of his mouth. A smile spread onto his lips as he registered his words, getting giddy at the thought of being on his knees for you, putting on a show, his only task being to look pretty.

All which brought you to this moment, a moment you wish you could freeze in time and hang up on the wall above your bed, looking up fondly at the memory of him; in front of you, licking his lips in anticipation.

You know he’s nervous, but you also know he knows he’s safe. Your relationship was nothing without the trust the two of you shared, unshakeable despite everything that had happened. The look in his eye is one of pure devotion, love, and passion, overwhelming you a bit. His hair falls messily over his face as he nuzzles his cheek onto the skin of your bare thigh, looking up at you sweetly.

He looks small, taking up much less space than he usually did, and you knew he did it on purpose to play into your own fantasy. Complete control over him, his body only moving to your will, doing anything to elicit a reaction out of you. It was impossible not to be with him, every move calculated to make you dizzy, hazy with pleasure.

His tongue darts out of his mouth through parted lips, licking a small stripe up the length of your strap, moaning at the sensation of the ridges against it. Your eyes widen as he groans, your hand threading into his locks, tugging on them harshly.

“F-fuckk, that’s good.” his voice is muffled by the toy, lips mouthing at it performatively, watching your every reaction. All you do is smirk, laying back slightly as you observe, making him work for it. A look of disappointment is evident on his face, which only server as motivation to remain neutral, desperate to see what else he’ll come up with.

“Getting off on this, are you?” you ask, the way his hips grind forward onto the edge of the sofa better than anything you’d ever seen in your life, his flushed face only adding to it. His hands move to wrap around the strap, tugging up and down as if it were a real cock, your grip on his hair getting even tighter, guiding him down.

“I know you wanna watch me choke, no matter how hard you try to hide it, darling.” he coos, his lips pressing innocent kisses to the tip, letting his tongue draw circles over the slit. You narrow your eyes, not appreciating his little accusation, no after how true it may be.

“You think you know what I want?” he nods, shuffling further against the sofa, his cock twitching in his pants as you fist his hair, forcing him down onto the toy, watching him sputter and gasp, the intrusion stinging slightly as his eyes water, a small tear running down his face.

You can tell he likes it, relishes in it by his sounds, desperate and wanting, the pleased look on your face only spurring him on.

He hollows his cheeks, never breaking eye contact, watching you as he moves up and down, letting you guide him slightly, controlling his pace. It doesn't take long for him to pull off suddenly, wiping the spit off his chin as he catches his breath, throat slightly hoarse.

“You're worked up, rutting against the furniture like I dont notice.” you say, your voice low and full of lust, the only thing on your mind being seeing him fall apart piece by piece, delicately picking him to bits until he was at your feet, begging for more, willing to take anything you'd give him.

“Who says I don't want you to notice? I know how much you love to watch me look pretty for you, listening like an obedient little whore.” the words roll off his tongue like they were placed there by the angels themselves, a shudder rocking itself through your entire body.

“Watch it.” you warn, your hand harshly gripping his face as he yelps, the pressure making his mouth fall open. He’s not much taller than you, but tall enough to give you the opportunity to lean over, your silent demand obvious. He opens his mouth wider, sticking his tongue out a bit as you let a drop of spit fall out of yours, a whimper escaping him as it hits his lower lip, slowly dripping down.

You can see the thoughts flashing behind his eyes at a rapid pace, hungry for your praise. The moment you let him go, his mouth is back on the toy, hips bucking against the sofa with fervor as he takes it all the way down his throat, gagging at the intrusion.

“So pretty like this, go on, suck me off like you mean it.” his whines grow more desperate as you pull his hair, taking back control of his motions. You were essentially fucking his face, not for your own pleasure, but for his, the force of your grip on him, mental and physical, taking over his senses.

“So good for me, taking me like that.” you watch the words go straight to his head, hips bucking erratically as tears start to fall, coating his face beautifully.

His whines pitch higher, his movements more uneven and desperate as he sputters around the strap, his head hazy with lust and desire, so close to the edge he could taste it.

“Cum for me love, i know you're close. Make a mess of yourself, you know how much I love to hear you.” he nods frantically as he chases his high, slurpin and gagging as the toy shoves its way down his throat, his vision blurry.

That and a stroke of his cheek is all it takes, his orgasm washing over him in waves, his cock twitching as he spills into his boxer, painting the front of his jeans with ropes of cum, a small, but noticeable wet patch forming. You smile fondly, eyes half closed as you admire him, shaking in the aftershocks of his climax.

Coming back to his senses, he peers up at you, a light blush dusting his cheeks as you cup his face, your thumb rubbing sweet circles into the skin.

“C-can we do that again?” he stutters out, returning to the same position he was in before this whole ordeal had started. His face was nuzzled into the fat of your thigh, sighing happily at the warmth.

“Whatever you want, love, this is all about you.” he smiles lovingly, letting his eyes droop almost all the way closed.

“I love you.” your heart skips a beat, even if this was the hundredth time you’ve heard those same words leave his lips.

“I do too, more than anything.”

#the 1975 #matty healy #matty the 1975 #matty healy smut #matty healy fanfic #matty healy fic #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy x reader #matty healy fluff #truman black #drive like i do #mpind matty

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danosrosegarden · 2 years ago

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haiii!!

i was wondering if you could write something about edward nashton getting his first blow job? i would love to see what you do with this<333

Special - Edward Nashton x GN!Reader Headcannons (NSFW)

Contains: Eddie being insecure (but he gets some suck as compensation), swallowing, sweet smut.

Note: Haiii anon! I love this request. I just want to take care of him. 🥺💖

♡ Edward catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror and nearly crumbles. He gushes with disgust when he looks at his naked body. He could poke and prod at his own figure for hours, dissecting the soft flesh from his weary bones until he was nothing but a stripped skeleton. It would be easier that way, after all. Nothing to be insecure about anymore.

♡ You don't see your Eddie like he sees himself. To you, he's a teddy bear stitched with care and passion. You could snuggle up to his warmth, fall asleep soundly in the glowing aura of his love. He's perfect to you.

♡ His hands are hot and slick with sweat when the moment arrives. To see you on your knees for him...he could cum in a snap. He wants to last for you. He wants to get on his knees for you, too. You should be the one getting your pants unbuttoned right now. His stomach lurches with churning guilt.

♡ "Are you okay, Eddie?" you ask with glittering doe eyes. You look like a shimmering fairy down below him. He could cry. Why can't he just get over his fear? Why can't he just get over his insecurity?

♡ "Nobody's ever done this to me before," he blurts. He instantly feels like crashing his head into a brick wall. But you're smiling. You're smiling as you rub your hand along the hard outline of his clothed cock. "That's okay," you say quietly. "I'll go slow."

♡ Oh, anon. Poor babe wouldn't be able to last for you. He would try. Oh, he would try furiously. He would try wholeheartedly. He would try so, so hard to last.

♡ But the feeling of your slick tongue swirling around him is warm, wet velvet. Your spit is smooth silk dripping down his length in sparkling pearls. You're the smell of spiced sugar coating crunchy autumn leaves, the rich lather of perfumed soap washing away all that aches. Your twirling tongue feels like home. A real home.

♡ He fills your mouth up with hot cum and probably starts crying. He wanted to be good, and he's afraid he's disappointed you by cumming so soon.

♡ Little does he know, you couldn't be more pleased. You're happy to be his home. You're happy he feels comfortable enough to be with you like this, so bare and vulnerable. And you're very happy to have made him feel so good that he just couldn't hold back…your special boy. <3

#Eli's writing #Danonation #Paul Dano #Edward Nashton #The Riddler #The Batman #Edward Nashton x reader #The Riddler x reader #Edward Nashton x you #The Riddler x you #Edward Nashton x Y/N #The Riddler x Y/N

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crushedsweets · 1 year ago

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tumblr user crushedsweets i am here to ask you another question about toby nat and nina. if nina was able to convince them into having a sleepover, how do you think it would go. what games would they play? what snacks would they make? who would inevitably wind up passing out on the floor with the other two comfortable on the bed? who would fall asleep first? i love them so much and i love your hcs for them

tumblr user anon i am here to cry because this is the perfect ask.... ok im starting now. this is mostly nina-centric cuz toby and nat are just following along. much more playful type headcanons

ok. ok.

toby would totally let nina and nat stay the night at his cabin if the other proxies were gone, he wouldn't need much convincing cuz nat already stays over a lot and ninas ... sweet enough. but in that case he wouldn't let them do any sleepover type stuff bc 'its my house im not watching twilight' (twilight reminds him of lyra). it wouldnt really be a fun sleepover or anything, but they'd bake cookies or something with nina for sure. prob got high/drunk too

now for more cutesy less edgy stuff...... i will be babygirlifying them all for these hcs... sorry not sorry. not canon to creeped(MAYBE).

BUT she'd definitely have to do more coaxing to get toby to come to her apartment. she lives in the city and that's not really his thing, but nat works over there so it's whatever to her.

assuming jeff is gone (only way tobys coming over), nina would be so cute about it. she'd have a blow up mattress set up in the living room, brought several bags of different candies and chips, put up random fairy lights, lit some candles so it smells sweet. her apartment is usually a little messy cuz she's a busy girl but for them . . she cleaned.

i could see nina being a really touchy person, constantly hooking arms with people and hugging them and playing with peoples fingers and stuff. it would take toby and nat forever to get used to it bc its admittedly kinda weird and invades personal space but she's so genuine with it and sweet and like :D theyre like OKAY FINE . so they'd just be walking around doing whatever and nina would pop up grabbing them like 'what r u doing in my kitchen :) the movies still playing :) youre missing the climax :) theres food out there :) youre making me mad :)'. or sitting watching a movie n she dozes off on their shoulder. etc.

nina would be swapping movies between things like 'to all the boys ive ever loved' to like... saw. oddly enough nat and toby are more likely to sit still and watch the romcoms just cuz they get invested in the plot ... LMFAO

i cant see nina actually getting them to play any sleepover games, BUT she'd hook up a switch. she'd try to play smth like overcooked with them but they rage too fucking hard and she has to swap to like. a mario game.

ok maybe she could get them to play like 2 rounds of truth or dare or never have i ever.

nat would like sour and hard candy... toby would like chocolate candy and baked stuff.... so nina would get the candy together and make them all bake some brownies.

she'd also make them make normal sugar cookies and try to decorate them but toby would make the ugliest fucking cookie possible and give up and let the girls decorate.

realistically nat and nina would end up on the air mattress and toby on the couch, BUT if they were stuck with just a bed, toby would take the floor. he'd offer cuz he's not about to share a bed with either of them.. but he'd prob wake up with nina on the floor too cuz nat KICKS in her sleep. nina curls up like a cat

nina falls asleep first. toby falls asleep last.

nina would try to convince them to let her do their makeup but toby would get irritated that she'd even ask. .

she'd defintely make them do skincare with her though .. nina uses snail mucin and the other two think she's weird.

the next morning ninas awake first and making pancakes. she walks away to go to the bathroom and gets distracted by washing her face and doing her hair and stuff and burns them so bad it wakes toby up... he comes in and turns off the stove and just waits for her to come back to call her dumb.

nat wakes up last and is so disorientated for like 30 mins after waking up... she just eats the food like a zombie until nina makes her wash her face again and shes up properly.

she'd try to get them to stay as long as possible, but theyre exhausted and as sweet as nina is, she's a bit much . . so they go home LOL. but nina would send them the cutest little "thank u for coming over i had fun i love u guys :3" text the next day and theyll feel kinda bad for leaving.

nina is just such a genuinely nice girl .... she just wants to live the teenage dream well into her 20s because she was um. Um. she behaved in a way. that um. highschool was not the most pleasant. and threw many of her teen years away for Um. a man. of sorts.

#hcs #ticci toby #nina the killer #clockwork creepypasta #natalie ouellette #creepypasta headcanon

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quibbs126 · 8 months ago

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I am curious about the three new dragon ships in your inbox (and your current fankid list as a whole! Would you share them with the us?

I mean, I can tell you the three I mentioned, but as for the whole list

That’s uh

That’s kind of a long list

I mean I’ll do it though. Under the cut at least

But to answer your first question, the three dragon ships were

Lotus Dragon/Rambutan

Sea Fairy/Longan Dragon

Lychee Dragon/Stardust

As for the rest of my “requested but haven’t finished yet”, we have

Red Velvet/Crunchy Chip (Blackout)

Twizzly Gummy/Currant Cream (Gooseberry but looking to change)

Mint Choco/Rockstar (Mint Toothpaste, may be tweaked)

Pomegranate/Affogato (Pomegranate Sundae)

Dark Cacao/Affogato (Dark Cream)

Cherry Blossom/Herb (Myrtle)

Latte/Eclair (Beignet, but I think I was going to change it?)

Cherry Blossom/Black Raisin (Grape Vine)

Clotted Cream/Black Raisin (Scotch Bun)

Macaron/Cinnamon (Snickerdoodle)

Licorice/Capsaicin (Star Anise)

Popcorn/Banana (Banana Chip)

Kumiho/Crunchy Chip (Mallow Fudge)

Hollyberry/Pitaya Dragon (Red Pitaya)

Scorpion/Prune Juice (Juniper Berry, but looking to change)

Pizza/String Gummy (String Cheese)

Note on that last one, it’s a double, and I completed the first one months ago, that being Croissant/Roguefort (Beaufort), but I’m unable to show him bc it’s a double

Tea Knight/Vampire, though I’m strongly considering striking that one. I considered it because I assumed that the anon assumed Vampire was immortal and actually closer to Tea Knight’s age, but I now feel like that’s not much of an excuse

Peach/Banana (Pink Banana)

Milk/Purple Yam (Ube Ice Cream)

Red Velvet/Dark Choco (Cocoa Powder, also Strawberry Choco, we’ll see who I make first)

Clover/Carol (Pine Needle, maybe change to Fir?)

Captain Ice/Almond (Tortoni)

Pomegranate/Hydrangea (Spider Lily)

Kumiho/Snake Fruit (Ambrosia)

Abyss Monarch/Dino-Sour (Gummy Shark)

Wind Archer/Fire Spirit (Smoke Watcher)

Abyss Monarch/Black Pearl (Deep Turquoise)

Baguette/Coffee Candy (Coffee Bun)

Golden Cheese/Ananas Dragon (Golden Kiwi)

Truffle/Almond (Black Walnut, might change)

Longan Dragon/Pure Vanilla (Langsat)

Moonlight/Dark Cacao (Midnight Choco)

Red Velvet/Licorice (Black Velvet)

Almond/Latte (Almond Milk)

Blackberry/Adventurer (Blackberry Scone)

Red Velvet/Earl Grey (Teacake)

Herb/Currant Cream (Blackcurrant)

Shining Glitter/Herb (Bouquet)

Herb/Black Lemonade (Mint Lemonade)

Licorice/Royal Margarine (Butterscotch)

Dark Choco/Fire Flower (Choco Cosmos)

Electric Eel/Box Jellyfish (Blue Bottle, but it has to be changed now)

Ninja/Sakura (Mochi)

Burnt Cheese/Black Raisin (Raisin Bun)

Black Pearl/Frost Queen (Sugar Pearl)

Mocha Ray/Starfruit (Espresso Romano)

Raspberry/Chili Pepper (Raspberry Chipotle)

Financier/Pistachio (Florentine)

Milk/Black Raisin (Sweet Milk)

Blue Lily/Bellflower (Canterbury Bell)

Aquamarine/Herb (Sea Kelp)

Dark Enchantress/Timekeeper (Day Lily)

Espresso/Latte (Dalgona)

Starfruit/Stardust (Starflower)

Prune Juice/Capsaicin/Kouign Amann (Bloody Mary)

Black Pearl/Oyster (Pearl Oyster)

Raspberry Mousse/Rose (Raspberry Rose)

Longan Dragon/Dark Enchantress

Wildberry/Chili Pepper (Spiceberry)

Moonlight/Matcha (Moon Drop, but I’m not sure on it)

Matcha/Sea Fairy (Green Tea)

Kumiho/Werewolf

Raspberry/Caramel Arrow

Coffee Candy/Cherry Ball (Cherry Candy)

Golden Cheese/Pure Vanilla/Corpse Flower (Baklava Cheesecake)

Licorice/Black Raisin (Grape Licorice)

Roguefort/Pastel Meringue (Mascarpone)

Stardust/Cream Unicorn (Unicorn Ice Cream)

White Lily/Pomegranate (Amaranth)

Dark Cacao/Frost Queen (Hoarfrost)

Affogato/Cream Unicorn (Coffee Pavlova)

Fig/Cotton Candy (Candy Fig)

Custard III parent (Custard Sauce)

Cream Puff/Walnut (Pecan Pie)

Timekeeper/Longan

Dark Choco/Clotted Cream (Ganache)

Affogato/Sweet Cream (Bitter Cream)

Dark Cacao parent (still working on the new names)

Sandwich/Hero (White Tomato)

Shadow Milk/Moonlight

Shadow Milk/Cinnamon

Choco Ball/Cream Ball

Goblin/Pimento Cheese

Energy Drink/Jelly Sludge

Electric Eel/Lamprey (Moray Eel)

Royal Margarine/Grey Heron

String Gummy/Brunsgiver

Captain Caviar/Rocky Wolf

Shadow Milk/Lychee Dragon (Lychee Boba)

Cream Unicorn/Choco Ball (Cosmic Brownie)

Energy Drink/Ninja (Rice Milk)

Peeled Carrot/Host

Pastel Meringue/Popping Candy (Meringue Pop)

DJ/Pink Choco (Choco Blast)

Werewolf/Crowberry

Kumiho & Vagabond parent

Cappuccino/Truffle (Reishi)

Cocoa/Black Pearl (Cocoa Bomb)

Matcha/Baneberry (Teaberry)

Affogato/Licorice

Rye/Black Raisin (Raisin Swirl)

Cinnamon/Blackberry Tart (Cinnamon Tart)

Raspberry/Bumbleberry (Razzleberry)

Shining Glitter/Stardust (Shining Star)

Kumiho/Cherry Blossom (Mallow)

Tiger Lily/Pomegranate (Açaí Berry)

Rye/Hero (Graham Cracker)

Dark Choco/Sour Butter (Butter Fudge)

Dark Choco/Pastry (Violet Creams)

Crimson Coral/Stardust (Star Sapphire)

Eclair/Adventurer (Shortbread)

Licorice/Caramel Arrow (Swirl Taffy)

Mala Sauce/Bellflower (Horseradish)

The three listed above

Dark Choco alone

Espresso/Eclair (Coffee Cream)

Mala Sauce/Timekeeper

Frilled Jellyfish/Mystic Flour

Twizzly Gummy/Mozzarella

And I think that’s all of them. Unless I missed one that came in my inbox today

#yeah this is why I need to speed things up #I got a lot to do #fankid #fanchild #answers

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whumpberry-cookie · 2 years ago

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HI!! CAN WE HAVE SOME SUGAR RELATED PROMPTS!! LIKE CANDY? THANK U!!

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Sure, thank you for the ask, anon! I'll try my best! :D

Sugar related prompts

(Cw: creepy whumper, whumper experiencing guilt, trauma aftermath, torture mentioned)

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Whumpee used to to work beyond their strenght in their master's home. Cook, clean, do the dishes, dust, vacuum and other stuff. They never get any day off, even after intensive beating. So after they escaped and got taken in by Caretaker, they just couldn't accept the system of division of responsibilities. So Caretaker gives them a lollipop as an award everytime they step back and let Caretaker do some chores. It helps.

Caretaker is obsessed with one type of sweets and it makes 1/3 of their personality. Like honey, but only the heather one. Whumpee who is usually confused with human interactions is very glad with the information that giving Caretaker the heather honey never fails to make them delighted. It's safe and predictable.

Whumpee was never attached to anyone. But that kind, gentle stranger? Oh, how that stranger makes their little confused heart tremble. And that sweet, subtle and calming scent that follows Caretaker everywhere: (1) Cigarettes and coffee liquier (2) Soap and powder candies (3) Grass and lemon tea (4) cologne and peaches (5) Old books and caramell (6) Campfire smoke and hot chocoate (7) Leather and cherry syrup

Whumper actually feels guilt, so before every torture session they give their starved Whumpee a handful of candy. Whumpee can't help but tear up, eating the actual food that tastes good. That's the way Whumper satisfies his own conciousness. Some years later, when Caretaker gives Whumpee a box of candy bars, jellies, lollipops and candies for their birthday, Whumpee takes it as a message "I will hurt you soon". And the whole trust they worked so hard on falls apart in one moment.

Creepy whumper + magical whumpee (fairy-like) whose skin tastes like strawberries with sugar?

Caretaker is mute (or there's language barier) so they express kindness by preparing an afternoon sweet snack. The thing is... They can't bake. So it's always very simple. An unpeeled orange. Undermixed Cogel Mogel. Burnt microvawed cupcake in mug. Whumpee finds it hilarious, but tries to not show it and eats every meal with a smile.

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Thank you for the ask, candy anon (or lollipop anon?) Have a sweet day!

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innytoes · 1 year ago

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make more dark fantasy AU. please. pretty please. sugar please. there are children crying. Its me im children crying

I mean same, anon.

-Caleb just being completely obsessed with the jazz beat Alex showed him. He's pretty sure that's why it took so 'long' for the fairy to turn on him, he loved jazz.

-Alex was supposed to learn the drums to play in a nice, wholesome, Christian marching band and do the military drum beats for the army parades and scouts stuff but he learned the Fun Cool Music on the sly.

-The first several years Alex was in the fairy realm, he and Willie never exchanged a word. Like, when he was still having a good time, he'd spot Willie from across the room and think he was pretty, but he was always whisked away by a fairy who wanted to dance with him or Caleb who wanted him to play drums.

-Once he realises he made a big mistake, and it's too late to run, and his feet keep moving without his permission, his face in a smile that isn't his own, that's when he and Willie finally make contact. Every time he's nearing his breaking point and thinking he's going to go insane, Willie is there, whisking him out of someone else's arms, feeding him honey cakes, dancing with him to a song he hums in Alex' ear, slow and sweet and not at all what the music around them is, and he's practically holding Alex' body up, letting him rest.

-It's not until Caleb and the faeries disappear on some kind of hunt, who knows how long after, and he finally has control over his own limbs again, that Willie speaks. And then it's only a "come with me" as he leads Alex away, gently holding on to his fingers. And what is Alex going to do, not follow?

-They end up in some kind of room with a bed made out of moss. One of the musicians he saw was also there, already asleep, and oh god, there's more humans here? Willie just urged him into the bed and gently tucks him in and curls around him, and he's not sure how long they sleep but when he's woken up it's frantic and the boy with the lute - Luke, he introduces himself hastily - is dragging him up and away because its best not to keep Caleb waiting and he shouted he wanted music.

-Over the months, years, decades, he can't tell, he slowly learns more about who Luke and Willie are. Other humans come and go, and Alex sees just what can happen to the ones who do not stay on the fae's good side.

-Let's just say Caleb does Not like disco.

-Willie gets away with a lot more than the other humans can. And some of the lower ranking fairies seem to be almost afraid of him. Alex can never figure out quite how Caleb sees him though. Sometimes he acts like Willie is his child - usually when he wants affection or admiration - sometimes like Willie is a pet, and sometimes, the worst times, he takes his anger out on Willie in a way that is sometimes subtle, sometimes overt, and always terrifying.

-Once they live with the Molinas, Reggie is just dying to introduce the guys to things like Pizza and Poptarts and poprocks.

-The boys have very fucked up sleep schedules. Sometimes they don't sleep for days. Sometimes, worryingly, they do. Sometimes they sleep for 12 hours, raid the fridge, and go nap for another four.

-Willie biting into a pear and realising pears and pixie pears taste VERY different: excuse me but what the fuck is this?

He makes Reggie taste it and Reggie is like: yeah sorry buddy that's just what pears taste like here.

-On the other hand, pineapple is a new and exciting thing. For Luke, too, honestly.

-Carlos introduces him to Pixie Stix which have nothing to do with actual pixies but are Really Good and if you have 15 of them you have So Much Energy!!!!

-Willie being a Disney Princess. He can talk to birds. He makes friends with neighbourhood cats. Ray has a long conversation about how animal friends are outdoor friends after he came downstairs to find Willie on the sofa petting a raccoon in his lap and sharing a carrot with it.

-Look, Ray isn't saying now that he knows his kids have some kind of fairy changeling lineage that he's noticing things but... sometimes they are weirdly lucky, just like Rose was.

-And he's never had a green thumb... Rose's plant wall in the studio was close to death, until Carlos started going into the studio again. And they didn't truly perk up until Julie started playing music there again.

(Or maybe that's because Ray stopped overwatering the plants after Willie talked to him.)

-Reggie knows that he's not the only one with nightmares and trauma, okay, he knows that, but none of the other boys were hunted for sport and none of them have his weird aversion to horn sounds and bows and arrows. It makes things really awkward when Julie tries to show him nerdy movies he missed, like Lord of the Rings or the Hunger Games.

-Ray reads a lot of books and guides and studies on trauma informed parenting and how to help the boys, because he's pretty sure telling a therapist 'I was kidnapped to the fairy realm' is not going to give the kids the help they need.

-When Luke and Julie start dating, he's happy for them, though he does do the strict dad routine. Even though Luke is very old fashioned in a way that is charming and a little hilarious at times, given that his perception has been warped by hundreds of years of fae revelries. (Orgies? Eh, whatever. Getting to hold Julie's hand? Life changing, huge step.)

-The other guys seem happy for him. But the first time Luke falls asleep in Julie's room - innocently song writing, but he hadn't slept in two days and Julie's voice was so pretty and her bed was so soft - and she lets him stay, he wakes up to find the other boys demonstratively piled up on the floor around Julie's bed.

-Because Willie can't sleep without Luke there, so he bodily carried an already sleeping Alex to Julie's room. He was just about to go back for Reggie, but Reggie doesn't like sleeping alone either so he followed, dragging one of their blankets with him. And yeah, Julie has some explaining to do to Ray when he finds them like that the next morning. (The door was open! Luke was on top of the covers and she wasn't! They weren't even facing each other, dad!)

-Willie not quite knowing what to feel because on the one hand, relationships were very fluid among the fae and it's not like he has issues sharing. He never minded sharing Luke with Alex or Reggie. But then they were all together, and now, Luke and Julie keep disappearing together.

-And he's had Luke in his life the longest, and he doesn't know what to do with this new feeling inside him that makes him want to grab Luke and keep him away from everyone except his boys. And then he has a realisation that he's just like Caleb and he maybe hides out in the loft of the studio until Alex and Reggie find him and coax him down.

-Alex soothes him that he's nothing like Caleb, that being a little jealous when one of your friends pulls back because he's head over heels for someone is normal. That's the word for his feelings. Jealous.

-Reggie is very silent, and Willie flops on him and stares at him until Reggie starts petting his hair. And he realises that maybe Reggie is also jealous of Luke and Julie. And then he thinks back at how many times he and Alex have gone off on their own and thinks maybe Reggie is jealous of him and Alex as well. There's no more revelries where they are all together anymore. He should fix that. He doesn't want Reggie to feel what he's feeling.

-He makes extra sure to cuddle Reggie during that night's 'watching the tellyvision'. It also distracts him from wanting to hiss at Julie when she snuggles up to Luke and pull him away.

-Asking Ray about hosting revelries goes badly. He's pretty sure the modern human word for it is 'buzz kill'.

-As a compromise, Ray hosts a 'pizza party' which Willie is pretty sure is not comparable. He wants to pout, but then Ray mentions you can put pineapple on pizza and he's distracted.

-He talks to Alex about it all, because Alex is better at feelings and thinking. Reggie says he's better at Overthinking but Willie is pretty sure he's just jealous Alex can think of all the bad outcomes of their plans before they do them. (It doesn't stop them, but sometimes Alex does get to say 'I told you so', which is funny.)

-Alex tries to explain that things are different in the human world, that romantic and sexual relationships are between two people, usually. Alex is very cagey about answering Willie's question about whether or not he misses the other two boys, but finally Willie drags it out of him that yes, he does. But he also wants to be normal, and being with four people isn't normal, and he loves Willie and what they have.

-In response Willie pushes him through a wall, just to remind him they're Not Normal, and says they should kiss Reggie and Luke at the pizza party.

-Alex splutters and says they should ask first. He is also very insistent that there will be Nothing More Than Kissing at the pizza party, and Willie pouts. Ray already had that talk with him, thanks. Humans were so weird, they invented the most amazing ways to have fun (skateboards! Tellyvisions! Dubstep!) but were so boring in other areas.

-The pizza party was a success. He and Luke were Very Excited about the Pineapple Pizza. Reggie looked in heaven. Even Alex seemed to forget he was nervous about tonight as he stuffed an entire slice of pizza into his face. Alex was so talented.

-So around the last slice he asks Reggie if he can kiss him, and Reggie splutters and is confused, and Willie says he misses him, and Ray won't host any revelries and he wants to kiss him and Alex said he had to ask first.

-And Reggie looks at Luke and Julie and he looks conflicted and for a moment Willie is scared that Reggie doesn't actually miss them at all, he just wants Luke and Julie, and he's ready to teleport away and hide when Reggie says yes.

-The kiss is sweet and tastes vaguely of pizza. They have a very long talk and Reggie admits he'd missed them too but didn't want to intrude. He'd come to them last, he understood if Willie chose Alex, and Luke and Julie were clearly meant to be.

-Willie cuts him off and pulls him close and is like: you're ours and we're yours.

-Luke is looking very, very conflicted, and Julie looks like she's trying to understand, like when Willie tried to teach her a fae dance. He knows he should not anger their hosts, that's like the first thing he learned, but he can't help it and pouts over Reggie's shoulder: "Julie, you need to share."

-And Julie paused, and then nods. "Okay."

-And Luke is shocked, and Reggie and Alex seem shocked, but Willie is just pleased, and he leans over so he can kiss Luke as well, and finally the tight, sour feeling in his chest goes away and all is well.

-And if a few weeks later, Julie comes into the studio holding Reggie's hand and declaring Willie has to share, Willie is fine with that.

#julie and the phantoms #kidnapped by the fae au #fanfic #AUs are awesome #I wrote a thing #oh man this fought me the entire way but I finally figured it out #alex is in that sweet spot of history where people were doing atrocious things to pineapples so he's not as impressed

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wri0thesley · 2 years ago

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Snow white anon here which i guess is now my my nickname here:

I think diluc actually fits with alot of the fairy tales I previously mentioned. Like him as cinderella’s prince. Bro meets his darling once at a dance and gets so down bad that he’s forcing the whole kingdom to try on a shoe to find them.

There’s even some hungarian folktales I’ve heard ghat fit him but i can’t remeber the whole thing but this one story is basically like this princess wants this specific thing that her king dad can’t find which makes her slightly upset: then her dad ends up saved by this beast creature which asks for said princesses hand in marriage as payment: then takes said princess and he has said specific things she wanted and now she’s happy with her now human husband. I just imagine diluc telling that story to any kids he and his darling might have as sort of a sugar coated explanation for how he met his darling. He definitely sees himself as the noble princely type. Meanwhile darling is giving him the side eye

It also makes me think of a sort of alternate approach diluc could take if his darling is of more higher status is simply: “i am diluc raggyvinder! I want your child’s hand in marriage so give it to me” and because he is indeed wine tycoon deelik raggyvinder he does infact get said darling handed to him on a silver platter who has no choice but to accept this marriage.

diluc fits so well into fairytales for me because he's already a fairytale archetype (mysterious rich man, almost a 'prince', his whole uncrowned king thing!) plus mondstadt itself feels so fairytale inspired with all of the boar princess and the books and everything . . . sigh. he is so romantic it KILLS me. and yes, i also love him using his status as beloved and powerful to take darling for himself fgnkjbfgn

oh, and he's so very much the type to romanticise what he did to darling if indeed they do ever have children; to spin it so he's the hero and not the monster. their children are always tugging at darling's clothes and begging darling to tell them the story and they have to swallow back the hate and regurgitate diluc's saccharine sweet little lies to wide trusting eyes who sigh and hope their future romance will be half so sweet, never knowing the truth

#nat.txt #genshin impact posting #yandere for ts

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sgt-seabass · 3 years ago

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𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒏

Escaping to the cabin is meant to be your new beginning. But sometimes the horrors have to continue before they can reach their end.

pairing — dark!hybrid(werewolf/vampire)!bucky x reader w/c — 4.5k this is a dark explicit fic. 18+ only.

warnings — dark!fic, non-con, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, werewolf physiology, chasing, vampire attributes (biting, blood drinking, pheromones), no use of 'Y/N', mentions of domestic abuse, mentions of murder, mild violence. a/n: this fic is based off a prompt given to me by a lovely anon. thank you so much to @navybrat817 for helping with the brainstorming! and a huge i love you to @lookiamtrying for beta reading this! i hope you all enjoy💙this is a repost cause tumblr hates me.

The end of the night, the early morning air cold Your eyes now shed tears, you'll regret it Your whole body will shiver I'll be back when that shiver stops Red sun, red sun, red sun Close your eyes, red sun Repeating trap and night I don't leave you I want to laugh when I see you struggle - Red Sun, Dreamcatcher

As your car passed through the entrance to the forest, you wondered if this was the right thing to do, running away from what haunts you.

The precipitated ice crystals that drifted over the treetops and ground below helped quell some of your perturbance. If something as simple as water could reach an artistic brilliance out here, then so could you.

For too long, you have been a tide slammed against the rocks, time and time again split apart in the breaking winds. It was time for something beautiful, precious, and simple. It was time to find your place amongst the snow.

The further your car ventured along the wayward path marked on your map, the more serene your mind became. Bunnies hopped through the thick cold, and deer pranced away from the sound of your car engine.

It was captivating. The grey clouds had provided a picturesque landscape as the sun began to set. The pink hues of the sky reflected over the fairy-tale-like trees and shrubs as if everything had been dusted with sweet icing sugar, backed by the pristine white-tipped mountains of the landscape.

It made you feel different, as if you weren't yourself. You could be someone else out here. Free from the pain and chains that bind you. The memories that haunt you and cause an unwarmable chill in your bones.

The radio cut out the deeper you got into the woodland, leaving you with just your thoughts and the rustling of the leaves around you.

But as you approached the eclectic cabin, for the first time in a long time, you weren't scared of being left alone with your thoughts. While so often your mind could be harsh and unforgiving, as you took in the sight of the log cabin and the beauty surrounding it, those voices seemed to silence a bit.

Taking your bags and leaving your car parked, you gazed upon the rustic home you would be spending the next month in. It was weathered and full of nicks and scars, much like yourself. It made you feel understood and at peace as you opened the door, smiling at the sight of the warm and inviting environment.

There was a small stone fireplace in the living area, firewood already placed nearby, with a cosy plush couch and reading nook by the window. Just like the living space, the rest of the cabin eluded rustic elegance that had you feeling relaxed.

As you unpacked your clothes into the celestially carved wooden dresser that matched the equally pristine bed frame, you wondered how you got so lucky to rent this place for so cheap.

"Are you sure you want to stay there? You know the Daybreakers live near there, right?"

The words of the gas station attendant rang in your head, scoffing softly. Everyone spoke about the community like they were a group of feral nomads. While they were living off the grid, they never hurt or bothered anyone, so the general consensus to outcast them angered you. Just because they were different didn't mean they didn't deserve basic human decency. Plus, you didn't even see a single hint of them on your way in, their community based further into the forest.

A stiff wind passed the cabin, and as you looked out the window at the rustling trees, you swore for a moment you saw a flash of blue amongst the green and white. Great, you'd been here a few hours and already you were getting cabin fever.

The next few days passed without issue. It was easy to wade through the motions of it all, setting yourself a routine, rising with the sun and returning to the solace of the bed as the daylight said farewell. You'd catch yourself waking throughout the night, gazing outside the window to look at the bright moon.

You thought of him as you stared into the white opulence of the moon. The man who said he loved you yet was the one to hurt you most. Your mind and skin were still marred with scars, and probably would be for the rest of your life. But he was dead, so you had won the battle in the end.

When you closed your eyes, you could see it. That night replaying like a sadistic film reel. The angry contortion on his face as he picked up the knife, his wedding ring glinting in the light as he raised it, bounding towards you in rage. You were already bloodied, bruises and cuts littering you. But this time, you didn't just take it. You picked up his gun and shot him. Lee fell to the ground, and you watched as the life flittered from his eyes. You killed your husband, the town's Sheriff.

Sometimes, it felt as if someone was looking at you as you stared outside, but you were alone out here. No one was there to see as you sobbed, letting out the weight that lay heavy on your mind as you began to heal from the horrors you were escaping from. This time out in the wilderness was the chance to reset before you started a new life in a new town where no one knew your name or your past.

Things started to get easier. The snow continued to fall, the world continued to move on its axis as the pain in your heart eased. Finally, you felt ready to start writing again. You hadn't done so in a long time, but your therapist recommended you try. With a hot cup of earl grey tea, you sat in the reading nook, listening to the fire crackle and fill the room with a woodsy smell. Your comfy jumper sat over your oversized t-shirt, leaving your marked legs and feet bare. But it didn't matter much, the house was warm, and no one was around to see you.

Your laptop lay next to you, untouched as you simply enjoyed the moment, resigned to the awash feeling of calm and serenity, the soft smell of bergamot melding with the firewood to create a perfect cacophony in your senses.

There was a rustle outside, and you watched as a small white rabbit hopped from the front porch and into the snow, bounding its way into the forest. You wondered if something had frightened it, or perhaps it simply was moving about freely. As you watched it bounce away past the tree line a flash of brown fur, at least what you think is fur, caught your eye. The shadow moves amongst the trunks and leaves, that same flash of blue peeking through before it's gone.

A bear, maybe. But the shape of it certainly didn't look like a bear. It was tall, bulky and hunched, and had a snout as if a wolf was standing on its hind legs. You laughed to yourself; you really were going crazy out here.

You stayed by the window writing until sunset, choosing to put more wood in the fire before moving to the kitchen to make dinner. Craving something as warm and comforting as the fire, you begin to prepare your grandmother's chicken noodle soup, knowing the recipe off by heart.

The susurrus of the foliage around the cabin had your mind wandering, thinking of that beautiful cerulean colour that had ingrained itself into your mind.

A hiss spilled from your lips as you looked down at the chopping board, your blood beginning to spill amongst the half-prepared carrots as you realised you had cut your palm while distracted. It's wasn’t big enough to need stitches but definitely needed a compress.

"Shit…" You muttered, grabbing a nearby tea towel to help stop the bleeding, looking around the kitchen for a first aid kit.

As you searched, the air outside changed.

The snow grew thicker as it fell to the ground.

All the animals around scattered.

The sky grew darker.

An ominous presence waded through the brush, nearing closer as you were none the wiser.

As you pulled out the kit from under the sink, you could feel the sudden chill in the air despite the crackling fire.

Outside the kitchen window, the trees swayed.

There was a sudden howl so loud it had your ears ringing.

And then there was nothing.

You stood in silence, heart beating rapidly as you tried to get a grasp on what was happening.

As your chest rose and fell rapidly, your feet planted and unmoving in fear, you heard the padding of feet growing closer and closer until the porch creaked under the weight of the unknown being.

It was as if time stilled for a moment, and everything stopped.

But then everything happened too quickly.

Your front door burst open from a kick, the wood splintering as you let out a shrill scream and rushed back until your shoulders hit the fridge behind you.

"Can smell you, Bunny."

The man – thing – that walked in through the door had your breath hitching. His enormous form ducked under the doorframe to get in.

You were speechless, any sounds dying in your throat as you stared into the familiar blue colour.

Before you was what you'd only heard of in fairy tales. Big wolf-like men who preyed on innocent girls. Ate them and left the bones for their families to find.

Perhaps this was karma. You'd taken a life, and now he was here to take yours. Maybe death would be a solace from the horrors of life.

"Bleeding." The deep gravelled timbre of his voice caught you off guard. The werewolf was speaking to you, sounding like a beast speaking for the first time, as if coherent English had left him in this form.

The house groaned with each step he took, the heaviness of his feet making a padding sound as he neared you.

You stood frozen in place, unable to process what was happening as he tore the towel from your hand, burying his snout in it with a growl before he tossed it away. "Sweet."

"P-Please—" you cried, finally finding your voice. The wolf looked at you for a moment, considering you before his attention was back on your palm. You watched as he held your hand with his own, so your cut was on display to him. His large hand engulfed yours, and you could see the sharp nails that could easily rip you to shreds.

Without warning, he brought his muzzle closer to your palm, sniffing it with a watering mouth before his tongue darted out to lap across the cut, your body shivering in response as he purred. Okay, the werewolf was purring now.

"Tastes s'good. Bunny tastes s'good."

His tongue was back on you, licking like a dog from a water bowl as he cleaned the wound, not leaving a drop of blood. Once it was all gone, he frowned. You looked at him with wide eyes as you realised; he wanted more. His large hand pulled your arm closer, pleas flowing from you as your legs were ready to give way.

You let out a piercing scream as his fangs – since when did werewolves have fangs? – pierced the skin of your wrist, the suckling movements of his mouth drawing the plasma from your body. You would have questioned why a werewolf was feeding on you had your mind not gone blank, buzzing white noise surrounding you despite the panting moans from the wolf, as you could feel your energy being drained.

But as quickly as it started, it stopped. The wolf pulled away, deep blue eyes looking at you as he grinned with blood-stained teeth. Your blood.

"No fight. No fun."

You watched as his features began to change. While he kept his overbearing height and beefy stature, the muzzle and fur started to dissipate until you were left with what looked like a man, with wolf ears, a tail, scruff on the back of his neck and sharp claws, and a metal arm you hadn't noticed in his wolf form under all the hair.

He was stark naked, body chiselled like a statue and beauty otherworldly, and you did everything to keep your eyes from looking down. But from what skin you did see, you couldn't miss the way he was littered with scars, especially around where the metal appendage met his shoulder.

"C’mon, Bunny. It’s no fun if you don’t fight back,” the man taunted, now fully articulate, licking over the puncture wounds on your wrist.

Not needing any more motivation to do so, you wrenched your wrist from his hand, bolting for the bedroom to lock yourself in. But within seconds, he was on you, slamming your body against the hallway wall, nose nuzzling into the side of your neck as he took a deep breath. “Smell so fuckin’ good.”

“Let me go, please, just let me go,” you begged, desperately trying to free yourself from his unrelenting grip.

“I want a chase, little rabbit.” The man gripped your wrist tightly as he dragged you to the destroyed front door and onto the patio, the cold snow blanketing all the ground around you. “I’ll let you go if you get away. You have a five-minute head start.”

His words left no room for argument, and as his grip released, you looked down at your feet. You didn’t have shoes or pants on, only your sweater and t-shirt. But the man was standing in the doorway, and you really didn’t have time to waste trying to find shoes.

Without much more thought, you bolted into the snow, the ice biting at the bottoms of your feet as you ran. You felt like the little white rabbit bounding through the snow, knowing that your predator would be searching for his prey soon. It was hard to go fast as your feet sunk with every step, acutely aware you were leaving footprints in the powdery snow beneath you.

You ran for what felt like forever in the increasing dark, the moon looming over you, feet and legs numb as you reached a small clearing with a creek. The frigid cold was slowing you down, and you knew you wouldn’t make it much further before your body gave way and collapsed. In a last act of desperation, you climbed a tree near the creek, getting up onto the upper branches and huddling yourself to appear small.

The wind was even worse from the height. The cold sharpness made your face hurt and your eyes water. Seconds later, you heard a howl. He was coming.

It felt like hours, but it didn’t take long to hear him running, getting closer to you already. How was he so fast?

“Come out, little rabbit. I just want a taste.” His taunts made you want to cry, but you held your hand over your mouth as you heard his steps get closer, and from your vantage point, you watched as he walked right by your tree, his tail wagging like a dog excited for the hunt, ears pricked up to hear as much sound as possible.

You let out a little breath. The lycan was walking past you. Perhaps you were safe after all.

"Little Alice fell down the hole... bumped her head... and bruised her soul." The man’s words confused you before he turned, looking right at you.

The sob you’d been holding in your throat bubbled out as he stalked towards the tree, nails digging into the bark as he climbed until he reached your branch. “Nice try, Bunny. I admire your creativity.” He grinned before snapping the branch you were sitting on.

You fell with a scream, hitting your head on the tree as your body began plummeting towards the ground, but before you could hit the creek and rocks below, he jumped and caught you in his arms.

Everything was a daze, your head throbbing from where you hit it as the werewolf possessively held you close as he started walking back towards the cabin, his features shadowed and menacing in the pale moonlight. Despite being naked, the cold seemed to have no effect on him as heat radiated off his skin.

As he carried you, it felt odd. You wanted to scream, but what was the point? You were in the middle of nowhere with a man who could tear you apart in seconds if you tried to escape.

Half of you was terrified, but the other half couldn’t help but enjoy the warmth and earthy smell the man emanated.

At least if you were going to die, you would enjoy the last thing you smelt.

The man didn’t hesitate in dropping you on the living room floor as he re-entered the cabin, ignoring your groan as your back hit the hardwood, pain shooting through your ribs and spine.

“You lost, Bunny—”

“So now you’re going to kill me?” You cut him off, growing sick of his games. If this were to be your death, you didn’t want it drawn out. With a groan, you started to sit up before the man growled and sat on your hips, wrapping his fingers around your throat, slamming your body back into the floor, winding the air out of your lungs.

You struggle with him, punching at him as his fingers tightened, your bones creaking beneath his grip.

“Just kill me.” Your croaked voice catches him by surprise, your words even more so. In your blurred vision, you can see the way his brows furrow, hair falling past his face as he stills for a moment. The man’s grip eases a little as he takes in the skin that’s been exposed to him, your top rode up, leaving your stomach bare and on display.

You’re lost for words as you watch the way his eyes trail over every cut, every cigarette burn, every piece of marred flesh, turning away from him as you felt examined.

The man’s fingers moved from your neck to your chin, forcing you to look at him, his eyes glinting with something else. Almost as if he was sorrowful. “Who did this to you?”

“Does it matter? You’re going to kill me anyway.”

“Yes. Who did this to you?” His eyes met yours, gaze piercing as if he was looking straight into your soul. It was the softest you’d heard his voice. “Who did it?”

“My husband.” You didn’t know why you were telling him, but the words left you before you could think too much about it.

“Where is he?”

“Dead.”

The man nodded at that. As if he was pleased with that response. He gingerly ran his fingers over your scars, looking at them as if they meant more to him than you realised. “You’re like me. I’ve never met anyone else like me.” His ears twitched as he traced the marks, and you couldn’t deny the way the soft touch caused heat to ignite in your core.

It’d been so long since you’d been touched lovingly. Your body felt as if it was experiencing genuine human touch for the first time all over again.

“I’m nothing like you, dog, filthy mutt.” You tried to make your words harsh, but the man seemed unaffected as he looked at you.

“My name is Bucky. And you’re going to be my mate.”

“No— Fuck off— Just kill me instead—”

You screamed as he picked you up tore your jumper and t-shirt off before carrying you to the bedroom and placing you down gently this time, your back falling into the plushness of the duvet covers. “Bucky, stop.”

“No,” Bucky replied simply as he pulled your belt out of the dresser, taking your wrists and binding them together over your head, using some rope he’d found in your hiking pack to tie the belt to one of the bedposts, allowing you some movement so you could lie in the centre of the bed.

He sat between your legs as you squirmed, shaking his head at your attempts as he used his large palms to force your thighs apart. You cried out as he leant down, face hovering above your warm cunt. “I can smell how wet you are already. You want this. I know you do, mate.”

“No, I don’t want it. Let me go!” You struggled against the binds but stilled when you felt the long wet stripe of his tongue travelling up your slit, the sensation causing a shiver to course through you. He did it again, and again, and again, teasing you by not delving deeper.

Hate coursed through you as your body betrayed you. You fucking want him. Wanted his tongue on you. Wanted it deeper.

You let out a frustrated sound through gritted teeth, causing Bucky to smile and dip his tongue deeper, finally licking around your hole and up to your pulsating clit. Like a dog with a treat, he nuzzled into your pussy before flicking his tongue against your clit, moaning at the taste of you. The pads of his fingers parted your petalled lips further, allowing him more access to alternate between sucking and licking at your nub, his hips rutting into the mattress as his arousal grew.

“Fuck— Please—" You didn’t know if you were begging him to stop or to keep going. The lines were beginning to become blurred as the fiery pit in your stomach started to turn scorching from his ministrations.

“Bunny, you’re going to be my good girl, and you’re going to cum for me.” Bucky’s demand left no room for argument, not that you could when his sucks became harsher and more desperate, the ferality of his behaviour as he ground against the bed sending you teetering close to the edge.

As much as you wanted to stop it, the way his nails began to dig into your flesh mixed with his growls as he let himself go had you seeing stars, your release hitting you like a tidal wave as your body shuddered, juices coating his face.

“Tastes almost as good as your blood, Bunny. Almost.” Bucky moved above you, body hovering as he looked over your body, licking his lips as his eyes stopped at your neck. “Just need a little more….”

His blue eyes swirled with a dark red as his fangs came out, causing you to gasp and writhe desperately, but the restraints didn’t budge.

You couldn’t escape it as Bucky’s teeth plunged into your neck, your blood pouring into his mouth and throat, an odd euphoria overtaking you. The bite didn’t hurt. In fact, nothing hurt anymore. Not your mind, not your body, not your soul. It was as with each mouthful of blood you lost; some weight was lifted from you.

Fear left you as Bucky pulled back, your world a coloured haze as you rode the high that Bucky had put you into. “See Bunny. I can make you feel good.” The words were muttered against your skin as Bucky lapped at the holes in your neck, clotting the bleeding with his tongue.

Your senses started to come back as you felt his bulbous tip nudge against your slick entrance. “Gonna make you feel so good. I wonder how well my little Bunny can take my knot.” Bucky’s words had you whining as he pushed forward, slowing sinking into you, your walls fluttering with each additional thick inch that entered you.

It was all too much and not enough at the same time as Bucky’s cock buried deeper. The stretch stung, but it was a nice sting that made you feel alive. His influence still pulsing through you like an aphrodisiac. You wanted more, needed more.

Bucky wasted no time, beginning to snap his hips, plunging his cock into your tight heat as his tail swayed. It was an ethereal feeling, as if you were floating on clouds, pleasure igniting every cell in your body as the werewolf went primal, a howl escaping him as he started moving harder and deeper.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you could feel the coil beginning to tighten again, the pounding of Bucky’s cock at a relentless pace sending shockwaves through you with each punishing thrust.

“Mine. Mine. My Bunny. My mate.” Bucky husked as his nails gripped into your hips, drawing blood as he tilted you up, the new angle making his length drag against your g-spot with each push and pull.

That was all it took to have your toes curling as you sobbed, body searing with ecstasy as the bliss overtook you, quaking in Bucky’s grip as your lips parted, the coil snapping as your pussy gushed over his cock.

“Good girl. Good Bunny. Fuck. Ah fuck. Can feel you clenchin’, shit.” Bucky took the opportunity of your open mouth to lean down to force his tongue past your lips, his overbearing tongue swirling against yours as your senses became overwhelmed with his scent and the metallic taste of your blood.

Your hands were suddenly free when Bucky used his claws to rip away the belt and rope, your hands pushing against his hard chest as his body didn’t stop crushing you down into the mattress.

When he pulled his face away, you slapped him, but it only spurred on his grunts more as he smiled at you, stomach muscles visibly tightening as you could start to feel something getting caught at the entrance of your pussy with plunge.

“What— What’s happening? Please stop, Bucky, please,” you pleaded as you pushed at his chest, unable to stop your moans as you became even more stretched by the knot at the end of his cock.

“Fuck, gonna cum Bunny. Gonna breed you.”

It was an intoxicating feeling as Bucky littered you with praises as his thrusts started to lose rhythm, the blood roaring in your ears as his cock pulsed and began to fill you with his release. There was so much of it, and you could feel the way your walls expanded to fit all his seed, your hole plugged by his knot that was comfortably seated in your entrance.

You squirmed against him as Bucky littered your face and neck with kisses, his tail wagging as his cock remained stuck in you. There was no escaping him as he nuzzled against your cheek, like he was marking you.

“So perfect, Bunny. Can’t wait for you to meet the rest of the pack. Stevie will love you. Don’t worry, the bites will take hold in the next few days. It’ll hurt at first, but I’ll be here,” Bucky rambled against your cheek, and you didn’t know how to respond. It was all too much, your mind staggering to keep up with what he was saying.

“You’re mad…. Totally insane.”

“Oh Bunny, we’re all mad here.”

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mayullla · 3 years ago

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[ - Fairytale Picnic Event - Closed ]

Genshin and/or Naruto x Fantasy/Fairytale au

Ah- hello! You came just in time! How are you, it has been a while~ I just laid out the snacks and drinks on the blanket and was just gonna get something from the house. I kinda forgot the sugar cookies haha... You go on ahead, the picnic blanket should be under the cherry tree.

Hello everyone! It is finally here, a little event for you guys as a small thank you for helping me hit 1000 followers I am so happy that you like the things that I post and hope you continue to read them! *sweats* The event ends at June 30 2022 so watch out for that! Well? get going now! Follow the path and maybe you will meet a certain fellow!

Request list

How to send an ask~

You will be given three questions and from there you can pick what you want from the options listed below. (Send a hi too would also be nice!)

Example: I will pick the road to the lake and there I will meet Kaeya we will head to the picnic with roses and I will have cotton candy. Or you can just say: Cottage + Lily + Kakashi + Apple juice

Walking through the path of the garden the path ended up going two ways. In front of you was a sigh point where the paths go the first one goes to a small lake while the other one goes towards a small cottage. Which road will you pick? (pick one)

Go to the lake if you want gn reader Go to the cottage if you want fem reader

You noticed how many beautiful flowers there were but there were two that caught your eyes. You picked one.

A lovely Rose ;; Romantic Yandere (10/15 request) A pretty Lily ;; Platonic yandere (6/15 request) A bundle of Lavender ;; Romantic (8/8 request) A single Daisy ;; Platonic (2/5 request) So that I don't get too much of one type there will be limits. If they are somewhat even I will start increasing the limit.

Choosing your path you passed by pretty flowers and cute garden decorations you soon reach the destination the sign pointed to and see? (pick one)

Genshin ;; Zhongli, Venti, Thoma, Childe, Ayato, Kaeya, Diluc, Albedo Platonic only ;; Xiao, Chongyun, Xingqiu

Naruto ;; Naruto, Sasuke, Gaara, Kakashi, Shikamaru, Itachi, Shisui, Obito/Tobi, Deidara, Sasori, Kisame, Pein, Kakuzu

It seems that they have been here for a while and ask if they could join you to your picnic, maybe they were lost and could not get out of the huge garden, maybe they were just hungry or maybe they just wanted to spend time with you. In the end, you finally reached the picnic place, taking a seat you saw all the food laid out on the blanket and you wondered if Mayu may have overdone it a bit. (pick one only!)

Deserts and Sweets (optional)

Caramel pudding; vampire au

Apple pie; fairy / pixies au

Chocolate brownie; mermaid / siren au

Red velvet cake; android au

Cotton candy; witch/wizard au

Blueberry tarts; naga au

Ice cream sandwiches; arranged marriage au (only yandere/romantic)

Oreo cookies; royalty / nobility au

Peanut butter cookies; love potion au (only yandere/romantic)

Chocolate churros; villain au

Tiramisu; body gaurd / knight au

Sugar-coated donuts; ghost au

Dark chocolate waffles; maid / butler / servant au

Vanilla Macarons; make a wish / magic au

Or do you want a Drink? (optional)

Apple juice; Little red riding hood

Strawberry milkshake; Pinocchio

Caramel Coffee; Alice in wonderland

Black Coffee; Sleeping beauty

Tea; Other fairytales *For tea you can tell me a fairytale of your choosing; just note that I might not know the story and incase if I don't know I will let you know to send another request again.

This will take a while to write, I am going to write drabbles but unlike the genshin team comp request, most ask would probably be longer than that. So please be patient. I will write down all the requests I got below so if yours isn't there after 2 days of sending it send another one.

Request list

All requests are in a form of drabbles or if my hands slip a one-shot almost. No headcanons. (probably)

Follow me if you are gonna send a request and you are not gonna be anon. I lose a lot of motivation when I find out that people just want to take and leave when they got what they want.

#mayu event

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littlemissnoname13 · 4 years ago

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i could request a post-war smut where draco and the reader have talked about having babys and are ready, then they just fuck with breeding kink. only if you feel comfortable and have a good day / night 💘

Hi Anon, I hope your day/night was been good.

Although I write a lot of smut, this is my very first venture into writing about breeding kink. This is soooo bad but I tried. I’m sorry anon. 😭

Lots of love x.

Sonnets, Summer & Sandcastles (D.M.) -NSFW, 18+

A/n: omg what have I written….I feel this need to go take a cold shower and pray. Also sorry for my constant spam today. Lol bye—

Word count: 1709

Warnings: smut, mature language, mature themes, nsfw, 18+, penetrative sex, filth, breeding kink, reader discretion is advised.

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“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”

You read the final rhyming couplet from Sonnet 18 to your husband who was lying next to you.

Long lazy summer afternoons were usually spent lying beneath the shade of tall limbering trees on a picnic blanket at the manor garden. Some days you’d read to him, and some days you’d both stare up at the denim blue sky and just talk—past, present, future.

“So essentially, this Shakespeare bloke is saying that his beloved’s beauty will live on?” Draco tilted to his side to look at you. Tiny flickering specks of sunlight that managed to seep through the canopy of leaves created golden freckles on his otherwise alabaster skin.

"Yes Draco, his beloved’s beauty will live on in this poem." You elaborated before closing the book shut and turning to face him. You had your head supported with your hand and your hair tumbled and cascaded down your head and pooled around the blanket.

He kept taking a few short moments to take this in. He wanted to remember this moment. He wanted to memorise this feeling by heart.

He didn’t think he’d make it out of the war. He never even dared to picture his life beyond the war—he thought he’d be giving himself false hope if he did.

But the war was over and He’d made it. He’d make it with you by his side.

Just looking at his beautiful wife beaming at him made him feel like he’d stirred a spoonful of sugar into his tea.

It was like someone had replaced the denim blue colour of the sky with a rosy pink shade and the atmosphere was suddenly saturated with a sickly sweet smell—laced with fairy floss or burnt sugar.

The simple and free flowing white dress you were wearing wasn’t helping much either. The gauzy and see through fabric gave a clear view of your breasts and your nipples.

He began to wonder how your breasts would look when you’d be carrying his babies. He found himself getting hard just by the thought of your body changing, your belly swelling up with his seed.

"Draco?"

“Hm?” He said quickly as he tried not to drift into his daydream again.

“What are you thinking about?”

Draco slowly looked up and met your eyes.

You had the kind of eyes that reeled a person in without even trying. You had the kind of eyes that would make you fall in love if you looked long enough.

He found himself wondering if your kids would have your eyes—filled with warmth, kindness and all things good.

He wouldn’t turn out to be a father like Lucius was he?—and what if he did? What if he was just the same?

“Nothing.” Draco finally murmured, laying flat on his back and closing his eyes. “Just wondering if we should continue living in the manor.”

“Why what’s wrong?” You asked. His lips were curved upwards in a small smile but you could feel like he was hiding his melancholia in his closed eyes.

“There’s just too much history you know.” He said quietly with his eyes still closed. “Too much has happened over here”

“Then let’s go, disappear anywhere in this world. It’ll just be us.” You said as you lay down next to him.

With one swift movement he got up on his feet and offered you his hand. “Let’s do it then. We can make it if we leave now.”

“Are you serious?” You looked at him all wide eyed before reaching for his hand.

“Yes. Of course.” He chuckled, lifting you up in his arms just the way he did when he carried you across the threshold the night of your wedding a few months ago. “We could live anywhere y/n..we could start all over again.”

“Yeah.” You smiled wistfully as Draco swayed you in his sturdy arms, his hair falling to his eyes, the summer breeze and the distant noise of cicadas—the moment was nothing short of being perfect. “We could live by the beach or near a lake.”

“The kids could go swimming at the lake.” He blurted, turning his porcelain cheeks a peachy shade.

You always knew how much Draco wanted a family of his own. You also knew how much he feared becoming another version of Lucius Malfoy.

“You want kids?” You asked softly as gently put you down.

“Don’t you y/n?” Draco tried to sound as laid back and casual as he could. He didn’t know why he did it. Maybe he was afraid you wouldn’t want kids with an ex death eater.

“I want two.” You said taking a step towards him. You used your hands to caress his cheeks. “Maybe a boy and a girl.”

“You do? With me?” Draco asked, blinking continuously as if he couldn’t believe those very words were leaving your lips.

“Of course I do, you absolute idiot.” You leaned in as you closed your eyes, and stretched all the way to the tip of your toes.

His eyes still remained open as you began kissing his lips. He was still processing what you’d just said, so naturally, almost carelessly. As if you’d thought about it too.

And then it hit him.

When it did, he let his natural instincts guide him.

At first, he moved his lips gently against yours as he took you in his arms again, carrying you towards the picnic blanket.

And then, he laid you down and claimed your lips. You kissed him back eagerly, weaving your fingertips into his hair and pulling his face closer.

He pushed his tongue inside of your mouth and started to explore hungrily as you slowly began writhing underneath him.

Your lips kept moving in perfectly synchronised and timed movements as if your tongues had been doing this celestial and cosmic tango since the very beginning of time.

Every movement, every sigh, every breathy whisper and the way his erection felt pressing up against your clothed core when you spread your legs and wrapped it around his torso felt like it was meant to be.

After getting rid of all your clothes, he dipped his head low and started to suckle your left nipple while his hand kneaded your right.

Your breasts always felt so supple and soft in his hands and he couldn’t help but think about your breasts growing and becoming heavier and fuller after he got you pregnant.

At this thought, his cock was desperate to come out of his trousers. He desperately wanted to line himself up against your entrance and fuck you till you were spilling with his come.

You tugged on his shirt indicating you wanted it off and you fiddled with his belt till his trousers were finally off.

He groaned when he felt you wrap your hands around his stiff cock. You began stroking him, pumping up and down to the point where you could feel your own wetness along your inner thighs.

Propped up on his elbows with your legs still wrapped securely around his torso, Draco lined himself up against your slick pussy lips. He pushed himself inside you with a single push and you cried out at the feeling of being full and whole again.

Once you got comfortable with the sensation, Draco began to thrust.

Each thrust accompanied by his fingers playing with your needy and aching clit.

Each thrust accompanied by him groaning and telling you how good your pussy felt, whispering how much he desired to fill you up with his seed.

“Harder Draco…” you whined arching, wrapping your legs tighter around him, securing him inside of you. “Please..fuck me harder..I need it..”

Just hearing your desperate pleas made him feel like he was going to come.

“You want me to fill you up darling?” He grunted as he increased his pace—forehead glistening with sweat, hair sticking to his face.

“Please…” you moaned, his words pushing you closer and closer to your climax . “I want it so bad..”

“Fuck y/n..” He murmured breathlessly into your ears. “You are going to look so fucking sexy.. heavy with my seed—Just thinking about doing that to you makes me wanna fucking come…”

“Draco..” you sighed as you felt your high wash all over you and he soon followed—releasing himself deep inside of you.

As you both came down from your highs, Draco stayed inside of you wanting to ensure that you stayed full.

“I love you y/n.” He whispered, placing a gentle kiss on your temple.

~~~~~~~flash forward~~~~~~

You had woken up mid-day and walked bare feet towards the shore—the waves tickling your toes ever so gently.

You could hear the seagulls, the waves colliding with rocks and the distant laughter of children running at the beach with their little shovels and buckets.

“I knew I’d find you here.” Draco said softly as he walked up behind you with scorpius holding his index finger.

“It’s a beautiful afternoon.” You sighed as you sank down and got comfortable next to your husband while your son ran off a little further and started to build his own little sand castle.

Draco placed a protective hand on your stomach and watched the ocean with you—Both of you were dead sure it was a baby girl this time.

“Mommy look!” Baby Scorp called out, clapping his little hands in glee. “I made a sand castle.”

Scorpius was a spitting image of his Draco, but the little gestures he did, the brightness inside of his eyes resembled you and this made Draco’s heart swell with happiness.

As he watched you build sandcastles with your son, he thought about that summer’s day in the garden. He thought about Sonnet 18 and he knew.

He knew your beauty would live on in the way scorpius smiled.

“So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,

So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.” - Sonnet 18, William Shakespeare

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wolfstarhaven · 3 years ago

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Could you maybe do a fic rec for AUs where one character is like a prince or lord or rich dude and the other is the help. I’ve read a few really good wolfstars but I have a feeling there should be more out there. Possible some drarry? If you know any I will gladly read what you recvomens 😍

Hi anon🌸 Unfortunately, I haven’t read that many fics with this trope. Anyone else have any recs they’d like to share? However, here are a few that I’ve read:

The Kitchens, by lumosinlove (59k)

Sirius and Remus: A king and a commoner from two different worlds who will break all the rules for love.

General themes/feeling: royalty!au; strangers to lovers; Big Romance; dramatic; the Black family; happy ending.

Such a wonderfully written royalty au - a classic! It very much has a “princess-tale vibe”, with a lot of grandeur, big declarations of love, and the boys being star crossed lovers. A perfect royalty au!

Don't Call Me Sir, by DemonBanisher (2k)

Remus Lupin, the prince of Hogwarts is currently being attacked. Good thing his bodyguard Sirius Black is there to protect him.

General themes/feeling: muggle!au; royalty!au; bodyguard!sirius; gun fight; light physical injury; fluff.

Short and sweet, this little royal!remus fic is adorable and funny!

A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes, by MoonCat457 (12k)

Once upon a time, there was a boy named Sirius. To his mother, he was a prince. However, little did she know that one day, he would indeed grow up to be a prince. A chance encounter in the woods led to an invitation to a royal ball and a chance to live out a dream for happiness he thought had died in his childhood.

General themes/feeling: Cinderella!au; Cinderella!sirius; prince!remus; love at first sight.

Very, very fairy-tale-y. If that’s something you like, then you might like this fic! A wolfstar version of Disney’s Cinderella (2015).

Friends in Rich Places, by wannnabesuper (14k)

Scholarship student Remus Lupin is working too many jobs just to get by. But when ultra rich Sirius Black takes an interest in him at a party, are things about to change? Of course they are; now Remus is working too many jobs and, when he has a bit of spare time, shagging a millionaire.

General themes/feeling: muggle!au; university!au; rich Sirius, broke Remus; misunderstandings.

Not a royalty au, but a rich!sirius poor!remus fic. And there’s no actual sugar daddy-dynamic in this fic, but there are some misunderstandings concerning this… oh, Remus is so oblivious!!

Bonus:

A Kingdom, or This, by makeitp1nk & secondsister (>19k, WIP)

A life of servitude, of doing as he’s told and continuing his line.

Or the man who changed everything.

I can’t say much about this fic, as I haven’t yet read it (I try to never read WIPs). I’ve been keeping an eye on it though, so I thought I might add it to the list in case someone would like to give it a go.

xx Elliot🌸

#r/s #wolfstar #wolfstar rec list #r/s rec list #wolfstar recs #royalty!au #rich!sirius #fairytale!au

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iliveiloveiwrite · 4 years ago

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Moments We Knew // Colin Bridgerton

Request: Hello! I’m so excited that you’re writing for Bridgerton and I was wondering if I could request a fic? Maybe one where Colin is courting the reader, what it would involve and their first kiss? Basically just some Colin fluff that’s too sweet :)) - anon

A/N: Oh this request is so sweet! Thank you so much for requesting! I can only hope I have done it justice. The other requests in my inbox will become my priority for next weekend!

Pairing: Colin Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: female reader, courting, courtship, fluff, cute, mentions of food and drink, the British Museum is mentioned (I have to apologise for that lol), kissing, pining, instant love, love at first sight and all that jazz.

Word count: 4k

One:

“Miss (Y/L/N), would you do me the honour of saving me a spot on your dance card?”

Your eyes widen at his words, but you nod your head regardless, unable to deny the blue eyes and sweet face of Colin Bridgerton.

“I shall find you soon,” He promises before walking away, leaving you to question the last few minutes of your life.

You had spoken to the Bridgerton before; had dined in their company too, but you had never danced with one. It was to be something you would never forget, that was for certain.

Strolling around the ballroom, you truly did not hold much hope for tonight. Having been out in society for a few seasons now, you did not think there would be much interest tonight bar the Bridgerton who had kindly asked you to save him a dance.

Sighing softly, you reach the table covered with glasses of lemonade. Reaching for one, you eye the couples already taking to the floor for the first dance of the evening. Eager young hopefuls, all curious to know whether they would meet their love match tonight.

A flicker of excitement begins to stir as the music begins the couples start to twirl across the floor; the women’s skirt billowing out from under them as the men look every dashing in their suits. You think to Colin, wondering briefly where he is as you think of how it would be to dance with such a man.

“Did you save me that dance?” A voice asks from behind you.

Startling slightly, you only just manage to keep hold of your glass. “I have,” You reply, holding up your dance card where Colin’s name is written.

“Perfect,” He grins, “Shall we dance now?”

“Why not?” You answer, placing your glass down and taking his open hand.

Colin’s hand is soft as he places it on the small of your back, pulling you to him ever so slightly. Your hand rests on his shoulder whilst his free hand wraps around yours. Your skin tingles in all the places his hands rest; it’s an addictive feeling, you come to realise.

The band strikes up and the couples on the floor begin their dance. Colin begins to lead you with confidence; evidence of his upbringing alive in the way he directs his feet whilst holding you steady. Dance lessons were a must for all offspring of London society; it was not a gendered activity.

“How are you finding the evening?” Colin asks, leading you across the floor.

“Am I to be truthful?” You ask, smiling coyly at the brunette.

“I find that would be best,” Colin responds, his own sly smile written across his face.

“Then I shall have to say that I was rather bored until you asked me to dance. This is sure to be the highlight of my evening.”

Colin spins you out before replying. “How odd,” He murmurs quietly though you hear him perfectly over the band, “I was thinking the exact same thing.”

A startled laugh leaves you at his words; one that Colin finds himself joining in with as he continues to lead you around the ballroom. Many couples watch on; curious to know what it is that has you both laughing and smiling the way that you are. You find yourself delighting in the act that you are to have a secret with the third eldest Bridgerton; a secret you could revisit whenever you wanted.

The dance comes to an end; the music rising for one last crescendo before falling silent. Stepping back from the Bridgerton, your chest rises heavily due to the pace of the music and the dance. You smile softly at Colin, “Thank you for the dance. It was wonderful.”

“Join me for one more?” He asks; his voice close to pleading as if he doesn’t want to let you go just yet, doesn’t want to see you walk away from him without knowing if he’ll ever see you again.

Your eyes wander over his face; finding the desperation in his eyes and noting that you feel the same way. You find yourself hating the idea of walking away from this man just yet; not just because of how much fun you had had when dancing with him, but because you feel that if you were to walk away from him in this very moment, you would be making a choice you would surely come to regret.

You take his hand; revelling in the way his fingers close around yours as he leads you to the dancefloor once more. Lining yourself up, you do not look away from his blue stare, finding yourself enraptured by him and more than happy to stay that way.

The music begins, and once more, you fall into step with your future.

Two:

Wandering into the drawing room, the previous night felt like a dream. The ache in your feet being the only sign that you had indeed danced the night away with the third eldest Bridgerton.

“Good morning, mother,” You greet, settling down at the small tea table.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” She asks; her eyes bright with happiness as she takes in the dazed look on your face, already away with the fairies.

“It was wonderful,” You sigh dreamily; remembering how Colin’s hands felt on the small of your back and how he listened to your every word. It felt too good to be true.

“I would not be surprised if he called on you this morning,” Your mother declares from her place by the window. She often sat there; her legs tucked underneath her as she worked on a new stitching pattern, read a new book or simply stared at the view.

“I do not want to get my hopes up,” You confess, fiddling with your fingers nervously. All night you had dreamed of the Bridgerton; his eyes and his smile, the sound of his laughter. If he chose not to call on you, your heart could surely not take it, not after so many seasons of disappointment.

Your mother smiles, “My dear, I feel it within my bones. He shall call on you this morning.”

“Thank you, mother,” You reply graciously before pouring a cup of tea; one for you and the other for your mother. “It looks to be a fine day,” You comment, making light conversation as you add sugar and a splash of milk to your own tea, stirring until you know it will be just the right temperature for you to drink without burning the roof of your mouth and your tongue.

Your mother hums from her place at the window, sipping delicately at her own tea. Suddenly, she sits straighter, her eyes and ears focusing on the streets below. “I do believe a carriage has just pulled up with the Bridgerton initial on its doors.”

“Mother, you jest.”

“I do no such thing,” She protests, stepping away from the window as she catches sight of the dark brunette hair of the Bridgerton boy.

“How do I look?” You worry, now taking your mother seriously, standing to smooth down the patterns of your dress. Already wishing that you had changed into something more fetching than your everyday wear.

Your mother sidles over to you and presses a soft kiss to your cheek. “You look lovely, my dear,” She promises before taking a seat on the nearby couch, knowing that the conversation that was to take place was to be between you and the Bridgerton boy.

Sitting back down, you know you only have mere minutes to collect yourself before Colin walks through the drawing room door. Mere minutes to stop the bouncing of your leg and the worrying of your mind. Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself, already confident in the knowledge that what you feel for Colin is far from platonic and after last night, you felt somewhat confident that he felt something for you too.

“Mr. Colin Bridgerton,” The butler announces to which you stand, barely repressing the urge to fist your hands into your skirts out of nerves.

Colin strides into the drawing room; his eyes scanning the room only for them to light up when they land on you. A large smile spreads across his face and he steps further into the room. “I apologise if I am interrupting anything,” He states politely.

“There was nothing to interrupt other than some tea. Please help yourself,” Your mother smiles from her place on the couch; her eyes dancing between the two of you – a good match is the conclusion she comes to as she takes in the flush of your skin and the smile on Colin’s face.

Colin turns to your mother, bringing out a bouquet of flowers he kept hidden behind his back. “These are for you, Mrs. (Y/L/N).”

Your mother’s eyes widen as she takes in the humble but sweet bouquet offered by the young man. “Thank you,” She states, “They are most unexpected but are very beautiful. I shall have to find a vase.”

“You’re welcome,” Colin responds before bringing out another bouquet. Turning his attention to you, he holds out the delicate collection of flowers. “These are for you,” He murmurs, a note of vulnerability shining through his usual confidence.

“Thank you,” You reply, voice awed at the sight of the gorgeous colours; reds, whites and yellows making up the bouquet, brightening the room instantly. “I shall find a vase for them soon.”

“I had a lot of fun last night,” Colin whispers, his voice loud enough for you but quiet enough that your mother only hears mumblings.

Smiling widely, you reply, “I had fun too. I’ve never enjoyed dancing that much.”

“Me neither,” Colin agrees, thinking back to how it felt to hold you in his arms. He knew after his second dance with you that if he was to have a future, you would surely play a part in it. “Would you accompany me to the British Museum tomorrow? There’s an exhibit being shown that I have been told we simply must not miss.”

Blinking twice, it doesn’t take you long to think of an answer. “I would love to. I’ve heard nothing but good things about the exhibit. It’s a collection of Greek and Roman sculptures and art.”

“I have a soft spot for History, but I have not been yet. I thought it would be perfect for us to go together.”

“I think it would be perfect for us to go together too,” You whisper, your heart beginning to race at the thought Colin has put into your first outing.

Colin smiles; the act lighting up his face. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a golden stopwatch, frowning briefly at its face before slipping back to where it belongs. “I wish I could stay longer,” He laments, “But I promised my mother I would meet her this morning.”

“Go see your mother,” You smile, “I will get to see you tomorrow after all.”

Another smile at that has your heart beginning to sing. “Until tomorrow,” He promises, standing from his chair and reaching for your hand where he places a lingering kiss to the back of it. The very kiss itself holding many promises for the future that you could not wait to fulfil.

As the door closes behind the brunette, you let yourself fall back onto the chair with a smile gracing your face. Until tomorrow; you had to wait until tomorrow before seeing him once more.

Three:

The building loomed large as you tightened your grip on Colin’s arm. Your stomach a ball of nerves as you think of what this means; your very first outing together as a prospective couple. Things needed to run smoothly; you needed to calm yourself down.

Taking a deep breath, you hasten your steps to keep up with Colin’s long strides. He had been so excited on the carriage ride over; babbling about the latest exhibit on show for the masses. Whilst History was a subject you adored when in education, it was not something you had kept up since coming out as a debutante.

Whilst the art is spectacular, it is the sculptures that ultimately take your breath away. Strolling through the main hall, you cannot help but be completely taken in by the attention to detail of such creations and the very fact that they have managed to survive hundreds of years with minimal damage.

“They’re beautiful, are they not?” Colin asks.

“They’re stunning.”

“My older brother, Benedict, suggested this to me. He’s the artist in the family but knows of my love of history.”

“He sounds like a wonderful big brother,” You murmur, finding it hard to tear your attention away from the pieces of work.

“How are you finding it? Are you enjoying yourself?” Colin asks, his voice close to your ear.

“I am. It’s spectacular. It makes me wish I had continued my study into the subject.”

“You like History?”

“Very much so,” You smile, “My father used to sit me on his lap and tell me stories of the past.”

“Mine would do the same,” Colin murmurs quietly, remembering his youth with his father. How he would sit on the floor by his father’s feet and listen for hours about not only his father’s life but the creation of the country in which they live and its many countless invasions.

“How are you finding it?” You ask, bringing him back to the present. “Are you enjoying yourself?”

“I am, but I have to admit it is more the company than the art work, no matter how stunning.”

“Colin!” You gasp, smiling widely, “You are a flatterer.”

He laughs; the sound reverberating off the marble sculptures and walls. “Only for you,” He admits when he calms down. “Only for you.”

His words bring a smile to your face, setting your heart racing in your chest. He could undo you with so few words; it was a miracle you were still standing.

The rest of the exhibit is much of the same; breathtaking sculptures and happy conversation with Colin. He doesn’t enjoy too much silence; rather, he asks you all sorts of questions about your childhood and your life in London. In kind, you ask him of his life and the travelling he did in his late teens/early twenties.

You find that not only is he kind and sweet, he is incredibly knowledgeable of not only life in England, but life and society in other countries. He speaks fondly of his time abroad, but as he regales you of tales of his travels, Colin finds no burning desire to travel abroad again. Instead, as he stares down at you, he finds that you rather hold everything he could need for the future.

It’s then that Colin decides he’s found what he needs for the rest of his life, and he’s found it in you. He supposes he should be laughed at; finding love so quickly, but it just feels right. Everything about you feels so perfectly right for him that he does not see the need to fight it.

He finds himself trying to fight the want to propose then and there. Instead, Colin hooks your arm through his as he leads you from the museum. Like a gentleman, he helps you into the carriage before joining you himself.

“Thank you,” You comment as the carriage sets off.

“Whatever for?” Colin asks, curious to what you should be thanking him for.

“For taking me to exhibit.”

“The pleasure is all mine,” He responds honestly. It was; the pleasure of the afternoon was entirely his because you brought out a side of him that he had never met before but found he rather liked. Colin had always been a man of the moment; rushing through his life so he could get to the next exciting part as quickly as possible. However, with you, he finds that he has no need to rush or to hurry. He finds himself excited for the journey he wants to take with you, and thanks his lucky stars that you saved a dance for him on your card.

The carriage soon rolls to a stop outside your home. Gathering yourself, you smile wistfully at the brunette who has so quickly made his home in your heart.

“Thank you for a wonderful morning and afternoon,” You state as you step down from the carriage with the help of your footman.

“Wait!” Colin calls, rushing out of the carriage, “Will you be at the picnic later this week?”

“I will,” You answer, excitement bubbling inside of you, “Will I see you there?”

Colin nods, “I was hoping you would want to promenade with me.”

“I would love to.”

From there, Colin leaves you with yet another kiss on your hand. As he walks away, you begin to wonder what it would feel like to have his lips pressed against yours; what would he feel like, what would he taste like. The thoughts swirl around your mind for so long that you do not hear your mother call you to the drawing room. Instead, you wander to your bedroom where such thoughts plague you for the rest of the day and night.

Four:

Each season the richest families in London society gather together for a picnic in the park. To outsiders, it is a display of their money, of their status in society. To mothers, it is another opportunity for their daughters to be showcased to the many eligible men who flock to the families in need of a wife or perhaps, some free food.

Your mother and you had been invited by the Bridgertons; an excuse by their matriarch to better get to know you and your mother. Violet welcomes you both with a warm smile, asking you to sit and drink tea.

“How are you?” Violet asks, reaching for one of the many biscuits.

“I’m well, Lady Bridgerton. And yourself?” You reply, wanting nothing more than to be accepted by the mother of the man who had caught your attention so readily.

“I’m very well, dear,” Violet answers, soon falling into conversation with your mother.

You’re distracted by the sight of Colin playing with his youngest siblings; a hoop game that leaves them all laughing loudly when the hoop is dropped on the floor, rolling away from them with great speed. There doesn’t seem to be any logic to the game other than pure enjoyment when Colin suddenly looks up, as if he sensed your eyes on him.

It’s as if everything else melts away as your eyes meet. For you, there was only him. There was no sound; no distractions – just Colin and the smile of his handsome face.

“I think they will work well together,” Your mother admits to Colin’s, glancing between the soft look on your face and the happy smile on Colin’s.

Violet hums her agreement, catching sight of the way Colin’s eyes light up when he notices you sat with his family. Gregory soon pulls his brother’s attention back to him, but Violet doesn’t miss the glances he throws in your direction every chance he gets. Yes, Violet thinks to herself, you would match very nicely.

Laughter rains all around you as you continue to sit with the Bridgerton family; now having been introduced to its matriarch but also to Anthony, its head. A kind man and very devoted to his family; you felt welcomed by his smile and happy to find that he already knew of you.

Stealing a glance at the sky, you sigh in relief when you see that the fine weather was going to hold and that the picnic was going very well. A shadow crossing your eyeline has you frowning in distaste, but your frown doesn’t last long when you find that it is Colin standing over you.

“Shall we go on a walk?”

One:

Taking his outstretched hand, Colin begins to lead you down the winding paths of park, away from your families.

“Colin,” You laugh, “Where are you taking me?”

“It’s a surprise,” He laughs, holding onto your hand tighter as he pulls you round a corner.

“Surely you can give me a little hint,” You plead, curiosity beginning to get the better of you.

Colin shakes his head; an infuriatingly handsome smile on his face as he remains quiet about exactly where he is leading you. At this point, the both of you have wandered away from your families and the rest of London society. Instead, you walk through a quieter section of the park, one where paths are travelled but are not often frequented. Despite the nerves rattling your gut, you feel completely safe in Colin’s presence.

“I wanted to steal you away for a little while,” Colin says, breaking the comfortable silence between the two of you.

“Steal me away?”

He nods; his grip on your hand tightening. “There were so many eyes watching us; my family and your family. Did you not feel even a little suffocated?”

Thinking back to the picnic and the shared looks between your mother and Colin’s, you would happily admit that you did start to feel the strain of their expectations. “I did start to feel our parent’s gaze,” You confess.

“Exactly. At least here we can be honest with one another without the pressure of our beloved mothers.”

“Honest?”

Colin nods, “Honest about what we feel.”

“What do you feel?”

“I see a future with you,” He admits, “I know that we have only begun courting, but I truly see it all with you. Do you see the same thing?”

“I see it all,” You confess, your voice hoarse with unspoken emotion.

“You do?”

Nodding your head, you answer, “I do. I see everything with you. When you left after we visited the museum, it took everything in me not to chase you down to ask you to stay.”

“I didn’t want to go,” He whispers, “I wanted to stay. I knew then.”

Through the confessions uttered by both parties, you have made your way closer to the gentleman. Your hands remain tangled by your sides; Colin’s fingers fitting comfortably with yours as he smiles softly down at you. His free hand raises slightly, brushes through the strands of hair that became loose on your quick getaway from your families. His eyes beg a silent question; the question that has bene on your mind since he left you on your doorstep last week.

“Can I kiss you?” He asks; verbalising his thoughts, handing you the power.

You just finish uttering your consent when Colin’s lips find yours, pressing against them softly. Taken by surprise, you gasp into the kiss but soon find your rhythm. You drop Colin’s hand so you can wind your arms around his neck, pulling him ever closer to you to feel him pressed so tight against you. Your fingers run through the ends of his hair, only briefly noting its softness before letting yourself fall further into him.

Colin groans softly into the kiss; finally knowing what it is that you taste like – sugar and the tea you recently drank. A combination that only leaves him wanting more as his hands settle on the small of your back, gathering you against him as he tries to repress the urge to take more, more, more. It’s everything all at once; it’s overwhelming but it still doesn’t feel enough. Not as Colin takes control, not as his hands tighten on your waist, and not as you whimper softly.

Breathless and dazed, you pull away from Colin. His chest heaves as he keeps his grip on your waist, not wanting to step further from him. He presses his forehead to yours, his breath dancing over your lips as you try to catch your own. Slowly, a smile breaks over your faces and laughter begins to spill from your lips.

It doesn’t make sense; it doesn’t have to. It’s simply the beginning of your futures.

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inked-spirit · 4 years ago

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Would you be willing to draw fairy Hyrule?

I am always willing to draw fairy Hyrule :D. Anon I wanna hug you and Hyrule both.

Some headcanons! Got quite a few more than the others lol

. He never has and never will bottle a fairy

. He can understand them perfectly well no matter the fairy and they basically flock to him like a duckling to it's mother.

. I love the headcanon that he's literally half fairy in the first place. So so much.

. I headcanon personally that the fairys can look like a ball of light when they choose, and can actually dim their light to faint glow, showing what they actually look like. He actually glows a bright greenish teal rather than pink or blue.

. He doesn't like sugar water the best, but he does like other sweet drinks like fruit juices or Lon Lon milk.

. Has a strong enough sweet tooth to rival legend. Legend absolutely loves this because his protege basically takes after him and that he has a sweets buddy.

. (I actually have a work in progress oneshot for this one but) Every now and then Hyrules gotta stretch his wings and goes of on his own (or with legend) for an hour or so to do so. And the tell tale signs are a small back pain and possible back-of-the-head sourced headache.

. I imagine if he was to ever almost get caught, hide or just to exsuasted to switch back he'd just chill with Legend. Either on his shoulder or just underneath his hat. Legend won't let anyone get near Hyrule in such a form.

. Asexual Hyrule!

. Gets along very well with Spirit! Spirit being like his little brother from another timeline, and poor Legend now basically having two adopted chaos proteges. (But Spirit as a protege still belongs to Warriors because of him coming after Wind.)

Edit: I FORGOT A HEADCANON SHOOT

. The cave he lived in at his own Hyrule is the left over remains of his mother's fairy fountain. You may not see many hints that it was there but the left over magic signature of her is still there. It helps lull him to sleep, and he can sometimes still hear her sing.

Think that's enough headcanons.

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slasherwife · 4 years ago

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Thomas Hewitt with wife-material s/o

Anon 🌷Could you do a headcanon for Tommy meeting an absolute wife material lass that's thicc and and absolute sweetheart? Points if you sneak NS/FW and/or children in it

NSFW below!

✨Meeting Tommy✨

It was a tense, but fairy-tale like meeting 🌷

You had just moved to town, and it was your second time in the market to buy some sugar, when you met the quiet gentleman 💕

It was the first time ever seeing you, and it was like he gravitated towards you— you seemed irresistible and sweet! 😚💖

Confidence surged from you, but you seemed kind and warm from how you greeted the cashier, and smiled politely when you accidentally locked eyes with someone 🌷

When he managed to get a look at you, he was completely taken. You were just so beautiful to him, he can’t even explain it! 💕💖

You weren’t skinny with a revealing dress or shorts like most of the girls your age

you were wearing an elegant top that revealed your collarbones, with sleeves that went down to your elbows, and a modest skirt 🌷✨

Your hair was long but pinned up elegantly, it made you look like a princess 💕

Your arms were muscular, round hips, and toned calves. You looked like a hard worker, strong yet soft, and that enticed Thomas the most ✨💕

You both were in the market, you dropped your handkerchief on purpose, and it floated over to Thomas’s feet.

Everyone was watching as he picked it up and walked over to you, his footsteps heavy.

Everyone was tense, as if you two were the only two people in the room.

He tapped on your back to which you turn to him. The room held its breath.

You were the first woman not to look away when confronted by the sight of his face

✨Dating/Being married to Tommy✨

You proved yourself to the Hewitt family rather quickly, and to be honest, you’re everything Thomas ever wanted 🥺💖

Everyone in the Hewitt house loves you by the way 💕😊 Their little Tommy getting married makes them wanna cry 😣😭💖💕

You two get married rather quickly too. Neither of you minded though😊 chemistry was through the ROOF 💖

The way you would take care of him, get him water without being asked, and coming home to you having baked or cooked a delicious meal made him worship you in ever possible way 🥺💖✨💕

His favorite time of day is when he comes home, you bring him a glass of water and iced tea, and cuddle with him on the couch and stroke his hair lovingly💕💖💕💖

In any situation, there was always kindness, happiness, and love in your eyes when you looked at him and that makes him unbelievably happy💖💕

You guys would talk about your day all the time— every last detail 😊💕

He loves you so much he can barely breathe, he’s never had someone care for him like you do, and he’ll think about you all day long when he’s working 😣💕💖

Coming home and seeing you in a cute little apron, coming up to him to give him a hello kiss makes him melt🥺💕💖

You just take care of him so well, he loves you more than himself 💕💖

He feels safe with you 🌷

Sometimes he’ll get hurt, and he’s always had to tend to his own injuries but having you around means he never has to do that again!💖

He’s told you that you don’t have to plenty of times, but the warmth and love in your eyes always eased him

You tend to his injuries with such gentle and skilled hands, he’s constantly amazed by you 😊💖

and made him love you even more 🌷😭💕💖

✨Funky Time✨

To be honest, both of you guys are aroused easily

Tommy has a massive breeding kink, so seeing you all thicc and curvy makes him want to fuck you into the mattress all day 🤭❤️

This man does not play around. He has infinite stamina so every time you two go at it, he’s either eating u out or fucking you until you’re sobbing and trembling 😚❤️❤️

I hope you like kids cuz he loves finishing inside you oof 😳

Although he can be rough sometimes, he’s unbelievably gentle and caring and could never hurt you 😊

If you go down on him, he’s always shy about it and embarrassed but practically worships you and will forget everything, thrusting into your mouth until he comes ❤️

Most of the time he’ll pull away before he comes, so he can finish inside you 😊

He loves going down on you— he has a bit of a power kink so seeing you sweating and trembling, a moaning mess from his tongue could make him cum on the spot

He worships you during sex ❤️

✨Kids✨

When you became pregnant, Thomas didn’t let you work at all

Don’t even try, Luda has his back on this one, nO ONE will let you lift a finger

Even Hoyt was sensitive to you 🤭

Thomas almost ran the entire five miles all the way home when he found out you were in labor 😣💕

Luda set up a comfortable place on the floor where you writhed— Tommy’s beautiful wife, who never complained, who was the strongest person he knew— was whimpering like a wounded animal, eyes wide in pain and fear 🖤

Your screams and cries made Tommy scared shitless, and he was stroking your hair the entire time you were in labor, whispering “shhh” to comfort you 💖🥺

It crushed him— and he was by your side all day until you gave birth to your child

Luda took care of you very well, gave you a wet rag and she ended up catching the baby, and was the one to clear his nose so he could breathe😣💕💕

The birth went extremely well, no complications or anything 😊

Thomas is the best father anyone could ask for, he was with them 24/7 when you were recovering, and took care of you so well you almost felt bad 🥺💕💖💕💖

He cuddled you all day everyday, eternally grateful for you giving him a child

He lets you name them, not caring at all, just wanting you to be happy

He plays with them all the time, loving to be the one that makes them smile

You and your guys’ child are his life, his absolute heart, and he would protect you both until his last breath

And ofc when you tell him you want another baby, he’s quick to rush you into the bedroom, desperate to worship you again and fuck a baby into you 🤭❤️💕

I hope u liked it! 💕

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