#how it helps keep safe the more sensitive sides of him that are the reason he’s wound up in the public eye in the first place

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

~ inseparable opposing images ~

[lassieposting]

Been thinking a lot lately about romanced Astarion post-spawn ending.

Because like. The Funnest™ thing about cptsd is how much of it gets delayed. When you're trapped in a lengthy, ongoing traumatic situation, you do not have the ability to process and start healing your mental wounds. Your brain and body go into survival mode, and all that matters in the moment is that you somehow cope with the horrors. He wouldn't have been able to even begin dealing with the physical, mental and emotional toll of two hundred years of torture, brutalization and dehumanization while he was under Cazador's control; he is in constant danger, surrounded by sharks in the water, and survival means not letting them smell blood. He can't afford to fall apart, to show weakness. He is shockingly functional and competent in-game, partly because he has to be to work as a game character, but also partly because...it do be like that, to some degree. When death, for whatever reason, is not an option, you just have to shut down and keep going. People adapt in order to survive, and when we learn that showing an "injury" (physical or psychological) only gets us punished, we learn to hide it.

Early-game Astarion is terrified - of Cazador, of Godey, of being hunted down by his siblings, of being staked or sold off at the first opportunity by Tav and the other companions, of turning into a mindflayer, of another painful transformation, of losing himself when he's only just regained his autonomy after two centuries, of what Cazador will do to him if he ever finds him - the man is overwhelmed by fear. He's on thin ice as a vampire, and he's not going to give them any more reason to want him gone. Survival instinct is still in control, and in this new situation, crafting some fragile safety for himself means not only selling his body for protection, but also being useful. Clear-headed. Good in a fight.

Endgame Astarion finds himself in a completely different situation. The time-sensitive overarching threats - Cazador and impending ceremorphosis - have been dealt with. He has a loving, supportive partner he's really starting to feel safe with - Tav/Durge has proved that they're on his side, that their affection is genuine, that they don't just want him for the one thing he's been told he's good for. They've told him they're going to help him find a workaround for his sun allergy. He's getting fed regularly. He has time to stop, and breathe, and just. Recuperate.

For the first time in 200 years, he is safe.

And it will probably take a while to catch up, during which time he will seem to be coping really well, but at some point, his brain is going to realise that he's safe, and it's going to finally start processing the sheer fucking horror he's been through. Since I haven't seen anyone talking about this particular fun aspect of cptsd, allow me to offer u some thoughts on issues Astarion and Tav might end up dealing with in the months/years postgame, during the

✨ Delayed Trauma Response ✨

Memory Gaps: Astarion realising, as he opens up to Tav, that there are entire years or decades of his life from which he has only a handful of memories. Great big blank stretches where he has no idea where he was, who he was with, what was happening to him. Some of the gaps cover years at a time where he was so dissociated and shut down that he just didn't retain any memories of what was going on around him. Some are shorter periods of particularly horrific torture that his brain has deliberately blocked out to protect him.

Recovered Memories: At some point, years into the future when he's done A Lot of healing, he might find that every now and then, a fragment of those lost memories will unexpectedly come back to him. He'll catch a particular scent on the breeze, or overhear a specific phrase in the street, or cross paths with someone whose face is oddly familiar, and he'll get a glimpse of an acute horror he'd filed neatly away where it couldn't hurt him anymore. He very rarely remembers all the context to those flashes of his past. He might recall that he was punished, but not what he was punished for, or he might remember words spoken by a greedy conquest, but be unable to recall the man's face.

Dissociation: Tav knows going into this relationship that Astarion has basically made an art out of dissociating during sex. They also know, from their shared encounter with the drow twins, that he's not great at enforcing his own boundaries - he'll always say he'll speak up and back out if he stops having fun, but in practice he rarely does; he's not used to having the option of saying no to his partner, and being punished if he tries. So they know there's going to be some practice and experimentation and negotiation necessary there, to figure out the rough limits of his comfort zone. But once he starts really processing, there may be days where he just checks out completely. Tav will touch his shoulder, and he'll startle and apologise - "Terribly sorry, darling, I was miles away for a moment there." And Tav will gently point out that he's been sat in the same spot vacantly staring into the middle distance for hours. They've been checking in on him occasionally and this is the first time he's responded. It's unsettling, to say the least.

Lost Time: Astarion was very young when he was turned, physically mature but emotionally juvenile. He was basically an overgrown teenager, in the phase of life where elves are just starting to learn who they are and what they want, and figure out their place in the world. But he never got to do that, because he spent his formative young adult years in a world where everyone became an abuser, where his only means of surviving was to smile and charm and obey while even his basic human dignity was stripped away. He learned that communication is based on manipulation. He learned that the powerful can do whatever they like to the weak. He learned an incredibly toxic, abusive way of life, and that was his family dynamic, his everyday life, for as long as he can remember. Now that he's free and safe, he's realising that the world doesn't actually work that way and that he's now far behind even shorter-lived races in social/emotional development. He's grieving for the person he could've been. He's grieving for the life he could've lived. He's grieving for all the years he already lost, and the ones he'll lose in the future as he flounders to catch up. A decent chunk of his life was stolen from him, and that's time he will never get back.

Flashbacks & Night Terrors: Specifically the kind where your brain convinces you that an injury you had a long time ago is actually an injury you have (or are receiving) right now. There are nights where he'll wake Tav in a panic, because his back feels like it's on fire, he can feel every freshly-carved wound dripping blood and he's in so much pain he doesn't know what else to do. If Tav looks, they see nothing out of the ordinary - old, long-healed scars, same as always. But the pain and the fear and the distress are all very real to him, and all they can do is try to comfort him, cover his back with cool damp cloths or healing salves, remind him he's safe now and they're not leaving him.

Boundary Shifting: Sometimes, Tav can come up and hug him from behind, and he'll melt into them a little bit and go all soft and happy. Other times, he might flinch away or go rigid at the same gesture. A lot of the time, it really depends on how he's feeling on the day, but at least a little bit of it is deliberate - he's pushing to find the limit of just how much autonomy Tav is willing to give him. He wants to know at what point they'll stop respecting his "no". Will they accept it if he doesn't want a hug? If he wants to sleep in his own room tonight? At what point will understanding turn to anger at being rejected? From the drow twins four/fivesome, we also know he's got a tendency to push his own boundaries, and jump into things he's actually not ready for, and Tav would be the one holding his hand through the fallout as he tries to figure out what his own boundaries even are.

Frustration! So, so much frustration. He wants to be Over It already. He wants to move past everything that ever happened to him and never think about it again. He hates that Cazador still has a grip on him, even in death - he doesn't want to give the bastard the satisfaction of dwelling on all his punishments, his cruelties. Sometimes, that frustration is going to explode outwards at Tav - he'll get angry at them for coddling him, or find something small to start a fight over, or he'll set an unreasonable boundary and try to defend it because he's still learning what healthy boundaries look like. Sometimes, it will implode inwards, and that won't be about Tav at all, but they'll get the brunt of it all the same - it might come out as self-loathing or self-punishment, and he'll react by doing something stupid, like trying to drive them away, because having a secure, relatively healthy relationship is terrifying and the instinct is to destroy it before Tav can. There will be yelling and angry tears and deeply unhealthy coping mechanisms, and they'd have to work through that. Trauma is ugly, and Astarion is right at the beginning of a very long journey towards healing.

Abandonment Issues: Astarion wants the relationship to be one between equals, but he's kind of got Tav on a pedestal all the same. They saved him. They helped him get rid of Cazador for good. They chose him and love him despite a wealth of better (in his eyes) options, and all his baggage. They stayed with him even when he has very little to offer them. We know his vanity and obnoxious self-absorption is a fragile attempt to obscure the fact that his self-esteem is in the dirt and he has virtually no self-worth, and there are a couple of occasions in-game where it becomes clear that he's afraid of losing the one person who somehow considers him lovable. After seeing Sebastian and all the other conquests, he begs Tav not to hate him, saying that he did what he had to. If he has a rival for Tav's affections, and Tav informs him that they broke up with the rival to be with Astarion, he's shocked and the first thing out of his mouth is, "You ended things with them for me? Why?" And if Durge tries to break up with him for his own safety, his facade drops and he immediately asks if he did something wrong. So while he's not afraid to argue with Tav, if something happens - like an angry outburst - that upsets or angers them, and he thinks he's at risk of losing that one steady, stable person in his life, he might well cling and overcompensate to try and repair what he thinks is a fracture in their relationship. He'll fawn or beg or crawl into Tav's bed to "apologise" and "make it up to them" because, well, very occasionally it worked on Cazador. With patience and good communication and lots of repeatedly driving the lesson home to overcome 200 years of education to the contrary, he will eventually start to believe that "I'm really pissed off at you right now," does not equate to, "You are the worst mistake I've ever made and I am leaving you."

Panic Attacks: I feel like honestly he'd get some symptoms of these on a fairly regular basis, but he's never been given any option other than just trying to power through them. He's used to realising he's shaking, he's used to feeling like he's watching himself from outside his body, or like he can't breathe even though he doesn't need to. He's very familiar with the sickening fear in his gut, so intense it makes his head spin. He's not used to being comforted or reassured about them - he thinks they're normal. Tav disagrees.

Anyway, cptsd is messy and complicated and often looks very different from person to person so these will not represent everyone's but these are just some ideas for what the ongoing recovery process might make them work through, based on the aspects I'm most familiar with.

Projecting? Who's projecting? I'm not projecting. Shut up.

[eddiesghxst]

i can not resist ex husband!eddie, so here is something about steve trying to parent trap you and eddie but then he just ends up fucking you both…look away and don’t perceive me

18+ — MINORS DNI

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ex husband!eddie who loves you so much he gives you the house. so ultimately he’s homeless which leads him to moving in with his dear bestie steve. steve’s got a nice house, he’s not married but he’s got a cute dog named spike and the guest room is rather cozy.

and steve doesn’t mind eddie moving in, in fact he actually loves it! the house is big and it gets lonely (hence the reason for spike) so it’s nice to have someone to talk to every night before bed.

except eddie is kind of like…going through it.

totally understandable! he’s going through a divorce for fucks sake! he’s allowed to be sad and wallow in his misery, and steve is happy that eddie feels safe enough with him to do that in steve’s home.

but after the 3 month mark it starts getting a little pathetic. eddie doesn’t leave the house. he goes to work, comes back and keeps himself holed up in his room plucking the most devastating chords on his guitar.

and, again, that’s fine.

eddie can cope however he wants to.

but steve can’t help but feel…annoyed?

the truth is, you’re a fucking catch. no— you’re better than a catch— you’re the fucking motherload. and eddie is just letting you slip away!

“she won’t talk to me steve, it doesn’t matter what i want. she fucking hates me.”

which isn’t true, considering the times steve has talked to you, you’ve asked how eddie has been dealing with “the situation”

and steve just kind of has to lie and say eddie’s doing good even though that’s not the truth.

and steve can tell you care about eddie. that you miss him. that you still love him and this separation is hurting you more than anything.

so, steve starts planning.

which is… arguably never good for anybody involved in said plan, but fuck if it doesn’t always work.

it’s a lousy plan. lots of holes and loops that leave all fingers pointing to him, but steve just wants his friends back together.

so, basically, steve’s plan is to parent trap you and eddie.

he plays telephone between you both. sees you and reports back to eddie one day then does the same to you the next. and a lot of nasty words are said— you two complain about each other like two fucking grandmothers in a home— and steve is desperately trying to put out the fire on both sides.

and eddie doesn't get it. doesn’t understand why steve keeps defending you when you broke his heart. he gets irritated with steve and snaps, “you wanna fuck my wife? is that it?”

and as much as the idea of steve wanting to fuck you should piss eddie off, he can't help but...like it? like he wants steve to fuck you.

like he wants steve to seduce you and fuck you in what used to be yours and eddie's bed just to come home smelling like you and tasting like you when eddie smears his lips across steve's mouth. humming at the taste of you when he wraps his mouth around steve's cock. dragging his tongue over the sensitive bruises you leave on steve’s pretty neck.

god, it's so fucked up!

but it's the closest eddie can get to you. and eventually you figure out what steve and eddie are doing. what steve is doing. playing fucking puppeteer with you.

and fuck, it flips something within you that you never knew was there. can't help thinking about how steve will go home and fuck your ex husband just after spending an hour between your thighs. try to come off pissed when steve tells you to imagine he’s eddie but holy fuck it’s so hot. letting you fuck him with eddie’s name rolling off your tongue. letting you give him purple bruises so he can go show your ex husband how well he fucked you.

steve is just so kind.

you’ll both be forever in steve’s debt, that’s for sure.

[freedomfireflies]

Bite Me*

Summary: Part of Halloween Kinktober, Freaky Fun

The one where your boyfriend, Harry, is a vampire.

And you wish you could feel what he felt.

Word Count: 3.2k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content! Please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞You are so much more important!*

“Easy…easy, sweet dove. Need to relax for me. Can smell how nervous you are. Take a deep breath, hm?”

Shaky fingers gather in front of your stomach as you nod nervously. Staring up at your boyfriend with anticipation and remorse. “Sorry, I just…I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing,” he says quickly, reaching up to brush some hair behind your ear. “There is nothing wrong with you, darling. It’s chemical. You’re meant to feel nervous around me. It’s nature’s design. To keep you safe.”

You nod again, catching a glimmer of light from the sharp tooth peeking out from behind his lip. “I know, I just…I wish it would stop. I wish we could just be, you know? Without me being so…”

He studies you for a moment, a look of adoration on his face as he hums again and cups your cheek. “I know.”

You nestle into his touch rather contently before he begins to smile, now dipping down to nudge his nose with yours. 

“If you want…I can make the bad feeling go away,” he whispers with a slight purr. “Can make it all better again.”

Hopeful, your lashes flutter. “Really?”

He nods once. “Mhm. Just wanna help you, dove. Want you to feel good.”

And now you understand what he means, the thought sending a spark down to your toes. It’s rare he feeds from you. After all, he considers the act to be degrading and disrespectful. He only ever feeds from animals or blood bags unless you’ve specifically asked.

But the truth is, you love when he feeds from you. For a plethora of reasons, one of which being the overwhelming sense of need and dependance on him that follows. Or the way his eyes grow darker and his entire demeanor changes. How much stronger he becomes feeding on human blood, specifically the blood of someone he loves.

But another reason lies with his fangs. The venom that becomes injected into your bloodstream, forcing you to feel whatever emotion or desire he feels. 

It’s a trick used to lure and calm his prey into submission while he feeds, but you find another use for it. Because if he’s filled with serenity or anger or lust…you feel it, too. You feel him. Only him.

And it’s your absolute favorite feeling in the world.

His other hand now reaches for your neck, fingers gently tapping the sides of your throat. “Just say the word, darling. And I’ll give you anything you want.”

You feel your chest deflate, all the air evaporating from your lungs as he slowly urges you back against the wall. Bracing you there as he awaits your decision.

He knows what you want. And he knows that you’d tell him otherwise. 

Your fingers tangle in the dark shirt on his chest, desperate to keep him near you. “Do it. Please.”

He tilts your head back, letting his lip curl up until his fang is revealed. “Are you sure, my dove?”

Another fervent nod. “Yes. Please, Har…please, need to feel it. Need to feel you.”

He leans closer, letting the tips of his sharp teeth graze over the sensitive skin of your throat. Right above your pulse point. “Gotta be really sure, darling. Don’t want to hurt you. Or lose control.”

“You won’t,” you exhale, feeling more confident than you sound. “Know you won’t.”

Truth be told, you wouldn’t mind if he did. Even in his darkest moments, he remains your fiercest protector. Never allowing anyone to hurt you.

Not even himself.

You feel him breathe against your neck, perhaps preparing himself for what he’s about to do. Or maybe he’s indulging in your smell. Reveling in the realization of what he’s about to do. What he’s about to taste.

Then, almost as if overcome with a surge of confidence, he bites down – hard. Enough to break the skin and allow his venom to travel into your system.

It’s instantaneous, the feeling. The way your muscles dissolve into jelly, the way your mind fills with a certain haze, and the way your stomach begins to coil.

It’s overwhelming, but it’s him. And you whimper as his other hand falls to your hip to keep you steady, making sure you remain upright and in his arms.

He waits a moment or two to make sure the venom has taken effect before he slowly retracts his fangs and pulls away. You know if he’d punctured you any deeper or kept the sharp teeth inside of you any longer, the taste of your blood would have driven him mad. Tempting him beyond reason until he began to lose control.

But he knows his limits by now. Knows exactly how far he can push himself around you, and you admire him for it.

Your legs shake as you slump against the wall, held up by his grip as he studies you carefully. Looking for signs of remorse or panic.

He’s learned a trick for sucking a majority of the poison out of your system – if it were to come to that. And while it’s tricky and tedious, you know he’d do it in a heartbeat if he felt you were in danger or if you regretted your choice.

Instead, you simply smile at him, and nod languidly. “M’good, Har,” you assure him. “M’so good.”

He seems to exhale a grateful breath, thumb stroking your cheek gently as he now glances over your wound. “I need to clean it—"

“No,” you whimper, keeping him close. “Not yet. Don’t go yet.”

He chuckles, the corner of his mouth curling into a smirk. “All right, dove. I’m here. How do you feel, hm? You feel calm yet?”

You nod again before your lashes flutter. “Yeah. Calm, and…and happy, I think?”

He hums. “I imagine. You do make me happy.”

“It’s strange, though,” you admit, brows furrowing in thought. “Feels…heightened. Or more potent. There’s this…this yearning. This need for something.”

He regards you for a moment more. Curious and seemingly amused by your confusion before suddenly, your eyes snap to his.

You suck in a sharp inhale – something akin to a gasp. “Are you…are you horny?”

You expect his surprise, but all you find is smug fascination. “Well,” he begins slowly, letting his knuckles graze delicately beneath your jaw, “the term horny is a little juvenile. And it could never even begin to describe what I feel for you.”

He steps closer, lips ghosting just above yours while you feel your breath hitch.

“But…yes,” he whispers, glancing down at your mouth with a smile. “I suppose I am. Can’t exactly help it, darling, can I? When you look…and taste…and smell so goddamn divine.”

Another whimper bleeds from your throat as he begins to guide you away from the wall and toward the bed just to the left of you.

“Tell me…how does it feel, dove, hm?” he murmurs, touch strong yet determined. “Do you feel me? Feel how much I need you?”

This nod is quick and zealous. Because you do. It’s all you feel. This desire to have – to take and ruin. In the best possible way. It’s a similar sensation to the lust you already feel for him. Your hunger to explore the dangerous but loving man you call your own.

“Yeah?” He’s grinning like a mad man at the way you so quickly fall apart. “Can I tell you a secret, darling?” 

You whimper pitfully as you gaze up at him.

Lowering his voice, he tightens his grip. “When I’m with you…I always feel like this.”

With that, he nudges you down to sit on the mattress before surging forward to press his lips to yours. Kissing you so hard, you feel dizzy. It’s perfection. Like quenching a burning flame. Like taking that first drink of water on a hot day. Fixing a desperate need – succumbing to a craving. 

And it feels as though this kiss fixes every one of your problems. Because it does – he does. Breaks you and puts you back together again all in the same moment. It’s almost addicting. You feel insatiable, hands disappearing into his curls as you yank him down until his chest is flush with yours.

The two of you roll and writhe around on the bed for a minute or two before he leans back to offer you air. He knows you won’t take a moment to breathe otherwise, and his smug smirk merely worsens the ache between your thighs.

“Not so nervous now, hm?” he muses.

You hook your leg around his hip and attempt to grind yourself against his thigh. “Please…”

“Please what, dove?” He presses his lips to the base of your throat, trailing them down your sternum and toward your chest. “What’s it feel like, what do you need?”

But you don’t have any answer for him. Instead, all you can do is stare at the stunningly generous man as he works his way down your body. As he unbuttons your shirt and kisses over the swell of your breast. 

The stain of your blood from his lips smears across your nipple before he takes it into his mouth. Sucking and licking at the tender skin while he kneads the other one in his palm.

You arch from the mattress, desperate to disappear into his strong frame while he chuckles darkly and allows his fangs to reemerge. 

He uses them sparingly – not as a weapon but as a toy. A tool in the game of your lust.

The sharp edge pricks your skin, enough to make you gasp his name and tug on him harder. He smiles a bit bigger and carries on with his quest. Moving down your stomach and toward the waistband of your pants.

Cold, nimble fingers pop the buttons free and tug the fabric down your legs. Revealing your trembling thighs to his hungry gaze. He looks at you like you’ve been served to him on a platter. But not in the way another vampire might.

No, Harry’s look of mesmeric adoration lies in the idea of your body. In the warmth of your cunt and the soft skin of your legs. In the way you draw him in, the way you hold him, clench around him.

It’s hard for him to feel most things these days. 

But he always feels you.

He settles his body near your ankles, providing him the right angle and amount of space to spread you open and study you.

His thumb reaches for you. Pushes into your clit before dragging down between your folds as you gasp.

His expression reveals nothing. No inkling as to what he’s thinking but you know his mind is running wild with ideas.

He finds your soaked little hole, circling it once before dragging the wet substance back up and through. 

“Shh,” he coos, taming your desolate cries. “It’s okay, dove. I’ve got you.”

“Har,” you whimper, fingers itching to reach for him as he settles onto his stomach. “Please…”

You can see the reflection of light on his fangs. The way they extend past his red, swollen lips and ghost above your skin.

He nips at your hip a time or two – a slight sting that dissolves into something excruciatingly pleasurable – before he dances his mouth down. Torturing you with what’s to come instead of simply giving it to you.

“You smell divine, darling,” he purrs, groaning deep within the back of his throat. “Just might kill me again.”

You’d laugh if you had the strength, instead peering down your body at him with a desperate need. “H, I need…need—”

“Need me, hm?” He exhales a gentle breath across your clit and it’s so very cold. But it makes you jump, a new wave of arousal seeming to soak the sheets beneath. “Need me to make it better, yeah?”

You nod swiftly. “Yes…yeah. Hurts, Har.”

“Hurts?” he repeats with faux sympathy. “Oh, dove. Bet it does. Bet it’s all achy.”

Your head moves on its own accord, and you feel your stomach quiver when his cool hands curl around your thighs, keeping them spread.

“I imagine,” he whispers, returning his eyes to your pussy. “Cause I know how much it aches for me.”

He dives in, tongue lapping at your warmth and wetness without mercy as you cling to the sheets and arch from the bed.

His arms fold over your hips, keeping you pressed down and pliable to his intentions as he begins. Licking, sucking, and nibbling at certain spots – but never the spot you need him most.

The tantalizing edge of his fang grazes your soft, sensitive cunt. Sometimes harder, sometimes softer. But always impatient, desperate to feel you anyway he can.

Truth be told, you suppose he enjoys feeding on you this way just as much. In fact, this is what he claims is his nourishment whenever he’s feeling weak and unwell. One taste of your pussy and he’s a changed man.

He has you every day. Makes sure you’re at his beck and call – which you already are, anyway. 

If he’s working, if he’s cooking, if he’s reading. He merely gives you a look and calls you by that familiarly loving nickname, and next thing you know, you’re sitting on his face.

The stretch of your muscles is almost distracting, but not nearly as distracting as his groans of pleasure. The way he curses to himself as he swallows you down. Nudging at your cunt with his mouth like you’re the best meal he’s ever had.

And then…those perfect lips find your clit. He sucks, and moans, and you cry out his name. Grasping onto his hair in a futile attempt at stability and more.

He lets you tug him closer. You imagine – if he were still alive – he’d be suffocated by your pussy. Which…he’d probably enjoy.

As it is, he continues his ministrations almost mercilessly while you squirm beneath him and attempt to buck up against his tongue.

“I know,” he whispers, almost soothingly, and it feels like a vast contrast to the way he forces you into so much pleasure. “Know, darling. Can hear your pretty, little heart racing. Try to breathe, yeah? While you still can.”

You suck in a greedy gasp, eager to obey, as you focus on the sounds coming from between your thighs. It’s sinful and sensual and it echoes around the room until it’s all you hear.

“Doing so good, babydove,” he murmurs, glancing up just long enough to see the first tear slip from your eye. “It’s a lot right now, I know. I know, but you can take it. Always do so good for me. Let me see you cum, yeah? Let me see this pretty pussy cum for me.”

And you want to more than anything. Chasing the need in your own belly along with the need from his venom. The combined rush of ecstasy that makes stars explode across your eyelids as more destitute sounds fall from your tongue. 

His hands suddenly slip beneath your back, forcing you from the bed as he repositions you and nearly pulls you right through him. 

Large fingers grope the tender flesh of your ass as he holds you against his mouth and sucks the sensitive nerves between puckered lips. 

“Tell me,” he ushers softly, a golden hue to those vivid eyes watching you closely. “Tell me how bad I need you. Tell me how much I love you—”

“Har,” you gasp, trembling in his touch. “Can’t…can’t…m’gonna cum, I…please—”

“Try. Tell me. Tell me that you feel me—”

“I do,” you whine. “I do, I feel you. Feel you, Har. So good. It’s so good, please—”

“All right, darling. You gonna let me taste you? Need to taste you, darling. Can’t live without it—”

“Harry—”

He pulls away just enough to raise his hand and smack it down your cunt. The cold metal of his ring catching your clit before two more spanks are laid in succession.

You moan loudly – almost undone by the eroticism itself – before he dips back down, and grazes the delicate bud with the edge of his fang.

You feel him slip a finger inside. Pumping you once – twice – before he adds a second. Wanting to fill you and finger-fuck you to the edge as quickly as possible.

It hits you then. Overpowers you and knocks the wind from your lungs. 

You fall apart in his hands, against his tongue. Moaning and whimpering as your toes curl and your eyes roll to the back of your head. It feels as though you cum twice as hard – perhaps a result of the venom or the symbolism of his need for you. The way your taste has satisfied his thirst.

“Yes, yes…there you go, that’s my fucking girl.” His tone is rough but riddled with lust. He groans like he’s never been filled with so much devotion. An anxious almost obsessed sound that drags your orgasm on at least a few seconds longer. “Give it to me, dove…fucking give it to me—”

“Harry—” You gasp his name like it’s the last sound you’ll ever make. Tears building in your eyes before they cascade down your warm cheeks. 

Ever the sadist, Harry works you through until your cunt is throbbing and far too sensitive to the touch. Despite your cries and whimpers for mercy, he carries on. Thrusting, licking, and sucking until you can hardly breathe.

Eventually he releases you and leans back. Perhaps able to hear the erratic racing of your pulse beneath your chest as he now works to hush your anxious mewling.

Crawling up your body with care, his fangs retract, and he buries his face in your neck to keep you still. Pressing his chest to yours in an effort to help calm you.

“It’s okay,” he whispers, lips grazing your skin as he speaks. “It’s okay, dove. You’re okay. God, did so fucking good for me, darling. Always taste so good, make me so happy.”

You tiredly grasp onto his arms, needing to hold onto him just as tightly as he’s holding onto you. Wanting to share in this moment as he smirks against your throat. 

“You okay?” he asks you now. “You’re nervous again.”

“No, I’m…I’m okay,” you assure him through a pant. “I just…it feels so good. So…heavy, you know? Overwhelming.”

He chuckles softly and pushes up onto his elbows to get a good look at you. Thumb finding your cheekbone as he traces the delicate curve of your face with great adoration. “Are you saying I overwhelm you?”

You nod, smiling giddily as you tug your bottom lip between your teeth. “In the best possible way.”

Grinning himself, he leans down to capture your lips with his. And it’s soft and slow and an oddly angelic end to such a devilish evening.

“Har?” you whisper, lashes fluttering shut as you nose your way under his jaw.

“Yes, dove?”

Your kisses trail below his ear, making his fingers flex. “You know what I think?”

“What's that, darling?”

You begin to smirk wickedly as you slip your hand around the back of his neck and tug him closer. Allowing the edge of your teeth to finally make contact with his skin.

He stills.

“I think it’s my turn now.”

Just wanna put in a quick note and clarify that even though she was feeling a bit of his horniness and desire, she was still very much horny all on her own HAHAHA this was 1000000% consented to from beginning to end from both parties!

Also vampire!harry is so fun?? And I loved this?? WHAT IS HAPPENING TO ME??

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Alpha Killua/Brother X Omega/Sister Reader

Part 2

dark content warning: contains brother/sister love, yandere behavior, nsfw, explicit, you’ve been warned!! 🕷️

Killua can’t exist without Y/n.

It’s been close to two years since you and Killua presented at 16, and a lot had changed for you.

True to his word Silva no longer required Y/n to partake in the family business. The not so slight down side was that Killua’s work load doubled now taking more jobs then ever before. It pissed him off no doubt but more or less he didn’t seem to mind as long as you were safe and sound at home. You had tried arguing to Killua that he really didn’t have to and you didn’t want to burden him. Didn’t matter, he wasn’t hearing any of it.

So when you were informed by Father on this decision and it’s finality you instantly sought out your brother knowing he was the reason behind this. Staring into his eyes with softness only held for him you sighed, “Killu, you don’t have to do this for me! I can do this for you too, Im not some weak little girl anymore.” Embracing you in his arms he shook his head. “You and I both know this was for the best.. now you can spend your time doing things you actually want to do.”

Giving him a sorrowful expression you push away from his hug. He was always like this, trying to shelter you from the harsh realities of the world. But this was too much. “This isn’t fair to you though, how can I be happy knowing your risking your life out there solely for me.” Killua looks away and huffs out a deep breath clearly uncomfortable that he’s made you upset. Shaking your head you turn to go back to your father. “I’m going to ask Father to change his mind, I can do this to.”

At that he jumps to action and grabs your arm before you can fully turn making you face him. His reflexes are much quicker and his strength is rivaling that of Illumis already. That only upsets you more, how much has he suffered to get to this level of strength? Frantically he tries to reason with you his inner alpha being upset at the one he loves being distressed.

One of his hand gently holds your cheek directing your teary eyes meet his. “No! No, listen Y/n I told you I’d take care of you and I meant it okay? Just let me do this for you..please.” Melting into his touch I place my hand over his and hold it closer to my face. He’s letting out calming pheromones that envelope me whole but I still can’t help but cry.

Tears fall down my face and he quickly laps at them, a habit he created as a pup and has no desire to break yet. Not when you cry those pretty tears just for him, would be a shame to let them go to waste. “UhUh, no crying, you don’t have to cry anymore Y/n. ‘M gonna take care of my Omega, my little sister” Kil Mumbles affectionately as he catches each tear with a soft lick occasionally placing little kisses on your cheeks. Nodding in understanding you blink away any more tears now just lightly sniffling. In a small voice you answer to him, “You are too kind, always taking care of me! Wanna take care of you too Onii!”

Letting out a low growl of approval he nuzzles into the side of your neck breathing in your now calm scent. You smell sweet like peonies with a freshness like the air the morning after it rained and just so good. You smell like home, his home and only comfort in this harsh world he was born into. “You always take care of me baby, being so good for me. Gonna keep you safe until I can take you far away from here. You remember what I promised you?” He whispered just so you could hear him, placing small kisses on you loving the way you scent spiked with arousal. “Y-yeah I remember Kil”, Is your breathless reply as you lean your head to the side letting him swipe his tongue over your sensitive neck.

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~ 6 months prior ~

It was just another regular night for you, already having bathed and finished your night time routine. Skin soft and smooth with a slight glimmer from your lotion. Adorned in a matching set of pajamas that was pink with daisies all over them. A white lace trimmed cami top with shorts of to match that clung to your body perfectly. The moon shined through your window reflecting off the matching anklet and necklace Kil gifted you as you sat up in bed anxiously.

He’s been gone for an entire week now with Illumi doing a job he was tasked for, and it must’ve been dangerous if Father sent both of them together. Hugging a white cat plushie to your chest you sighed and layed in bed restlessly. Soon you slip into restless sleep but you awaken an hour later when you heard your bedroom door open up. Years of training made you instantly awaken and tense up until you saw who it was.

A freshly bathed Killua slipping into your bed in just sweat pants, he wraps his tired arms around you and sighs as he breaths in the scent of you that fills the room. Now he was finally home. Nuzzling your slightly startled face he smiles. Even in your sleepy state you give him a big tight.

“Didn’t mean to wake you, we just got back tonight. Go back to sleep.” Purring at finally being in his arms you pout, “I was so worried about you…” Smiling he plays with the heart shaped locket necklace that dangles from your neck ending just above your bust.

Flattered he hides his blush behind a quick witted joke, “You’re always worried about me cry baby.” It was true but you can’t help thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong when he’s gone for so long. Rolling your eyes and huffing you turn your back on him and cross your arms over your chest, “Well excuse me for caring. I’m going back to sleep then I have to leave out for my own task in a few hours anyways.” Grumbling Killua wraps an arm around you pulling you flat against his toned chest. Your smaller body fitting perfectly against his own. “And why wasn’t I told about this?” I giggle and turn my head to face his. “Because you would’ve tried to make PaPa give you this mission too, you need to rest Killua I can handle this it’s fairly simple and I should be back within the same day.”

Knowing I’m right he just lets out a irritated huff, but his expression quickly dissolved again when he heard my laugh again. Staring at my lips before looking down at the curve of my body slotted against his. And how your ass is just sitting perfectly on his bulge you feel his length twitch against you. I deadpan stare at him before busting out laughing. “You’ve got to be kidding me Kil ! Let go.”

Shaking his head no he traps me in his arms shoving his groin closer to me. Continuing to wiggle only makes him stiffen more letting out low growl he playfully bites your ear. Squirming at how it tickles you giggle more, “Ow Killu !!” Satisfied with my reaction and finally hearing my laugh for the first time in a week he smiles.

I feel myself swooning all over again, Im pretty sure there’s hearts in my eyes. And then he’s staring at my lips again longingly. The air in the room suddenly feels warmer and the smell of our arousal mixing makes me feel fuzzy. Starting to feel shy I turn my head away, “Kil, I really need to sleep now, and you need rest too…”

Ever so slowly, slides his hand that was holding my torso up my body until his hand rests comfortably on my neck. With light force he directs my face to meet his again and leans in. Tilting his head he furrows his brows in confusion, “I thought I told you that taking jobs isn’t necessary anymore. I don’t want my pretty girl getting hurt.”

Having him this close and feeling him twitch in his sweats against me is distracting. Suddenly I’m feeling almost breathless looking into his intense eyes. “B-but Killua, I want to help you and the family.” Again, he feigns a look of confusion yet still devouring me with his eyes alone. “You keep calling me by my name , that’s not what you usually call me baby. And why are you worried about them ? You should only worry about me, Onii knows what’s best for you, right ?”

Emphasizing his point he gives a soft squeeze of my throat, keeping his hips firmly against my back side, even as I try to discreetly rub my thighs together. “I-I’m not a pup anymore , I don’t call you Onii! You treat me like I’m a baby.” His eyes widen now almost as if in disbelief. He was gone for one week and you’re acting out.

Rolling his hips against me, I bite my lip to stiffle a moan. His hand trails back down from my neck to resting on my hip. “Oh you’re not my baby anymore ? Even though we’re older you’ll always be my little baby sister, but you’re right! Your a big girl now Y/n, Look at this pretty body..” His hand that was caressing your hip slides inbetween your thighs.

Slick now soaking through the light material of your sleep shorts has you gasping. Parting your legs for him automatically as he rubs over your slit . A deep growl of satisfaction is felt vibrating on your back, “Yeah that’s my big girl, so beautiful and so mine.” Feeling up your wet pussy through your shorts he stops to slowly rub against your aching clit. His breath felt warm against your ear as he whispers, “Your mine right Y/n-chan?”

Nodding my head as my eyes flutter closed, too busy focusing on the pleasure he was giving me. And although he was more composed than you he was slipping into that fuzzy head space too. Pleasuring the one he loves, bathing in her scent after being deprived for seven whole days of her touch. He couldn’t help himself from stealing a needy kiss from your lips, which you gladly returned.

His hips rhythmically rolling against you in time with how his two fingers rub at your clit. “So perfect for me,” Even as you moan he keeps your lips together swallowing them as he does with every bit of attention you give him. Selfishly. Possessive. Obsessed.

His grunts mix with your whimpers, he still won’t give up kissing at your mouth, you messily return kisses but the pleasure is just too distracting. Your hands cling to him to drag you down from the pleasure. One hand gripping his hair keeping his mouth close to yours the other grasping at his forearm. Not pulling him away from his motions, just wanting to touch him. “Perfect just for me, fuck Y/n.”

His face is flushed now, seeing you fall apart is enough to please him. Pressing one more sloppy kiss he pulls back reluctantly, but just enough so he can see the mess he’s made of you with just a few touches. And oh man, it was almost enough to make him bust in his pants. Swollen lips glossy from your desperate kisses, eyes low from breathing in his scent and squirming from his hand rubbing up and down your cunt.

He groaned as he took the very last bit of restraint he had left to halt his rutting. Slowed his hand down before he removed it all together making you whine in confusion. Repositioning himself to kneel in between your legs with you on your back. Pushing your legs up and open so he could see the slick covered mess you two made. Drinking in your image only makes him thirsty for you.

From above you he looks so handsome, seeing his toned body that has built muscle never fails to make you feel flustered. Looking down you see how big he is,feeling it against you was one thing but seeing his outline in just sweat pants has you moaning. Your eyes both taking eachother in. It’s silent other than your breathing calming down.

You’ve curiously touched each other before, but never this far. Making out was as far as it went, and he was always handsy with you never wanting to let go of you. This is uncharted territory though, never having a boyfriend of your own to explore with, which was all apart of his plan.

Finally your eyes meet, his eyes are darker than usual. Love & lust is in the air and very hard to deny. Curious hands touching on eachother. Killuas hand teasingly rubbing your soft inner thighs as he holds them open. “Too perfect Y/n,” He whispers before interlocking both his hands with yours. It’s like time stops as he leans down again kissing you, but softer this time. He may struggle with expressing his emotions but it always comes through his actions.

His love for you being ever evident in his eyes, in each slow motion of his lips against yours. And his hips roll against you again but this time it’s slower, wanting to take his time. “It’s hard for me to control myself around you, but I’ll wait until it’s time. We’re gonna be mates Y/n, and I’m gonna take care of you...” Breathlessly you moan, your hearts are beating in sync, the love you two have for eachother is blossoming into something new.

Yet doubt shreds through. Killua notices the change in your scent and nuzzles into your neck to distract you with soft lips against your sensitive scent gland. “But w-what if it’s not you? We’ll never know until the day of our birth day.” He can’t help the growl that rips from deep within him. You? With anyone other than him? Please even if by some odd miracle his name wasnt revealed on your wrist he wouldn’t let you go. Never.

“Said your mine Y/n, no one else can have you, my mate. ‘M gonna marry you Y/n have you full of my pups.” The pleasure isn’t enough to distract you from all the what ifs. “Kil, my pups, I d-don’t want them to grow up like us. I couldn’t handle that!” You cry out to him, even as you feel these euphoric feelings of him stimulating you it’s bringing out a vulnerability within you. Nipping at your neck he sucks a decent sized bruise there. That’ll have to do until he can actually mark you.

Sighing he stops yet again, he wants you but not like this. Not when you are questioning your future together. For now he ignores how painfully hard and pent up he is and comforts you. Kissing up your jawline be presses kisses on your lips not wanting his baby sad. “They won’t baby they won’t… I won’t let them hurt you anymore. You listen to me okay.” Big eyes look up at him with tears threatening to fall.

“I promise you I’ll be a good alpha for you.. for our pups. They’ll have what we needed and more. But you’ve gotta help me help you. No more taking jobs , I’ll do it for you and you just wait for me. After we mate I’ll get us far away from here, anywhere you want to go.” At that your heart fills with joy, far away from Kukoroo mountain and your crazy family ? That’s a dream come true, but is it just that ? “Are you sure Killua? That we can live a normal life away from this?”

Nodding his head he smiles at you. Your smile brightens up the whole room and your scent doubling down as your happiness spreads through your whole body. “But you hold up your end of the deal, no more taking jobs Y/n I mean it, It’s too dangerous for you.” He says sternly but his smile still not leaving his face because seeing you happy just does that to him. Cracking his cold exterior down to nothing but dust.

Pouting you groan, “But I don’t like seeing you come back exhausted or possibly hurt.” Rolling his eyes his grin deepens as he presses a kiss to your forehead. “It’s a good thing you can heal me with your pretty tears, huh. You didn’t even notice the stab wound on my leg.” Gasping you wiggle out of his hold, pushing him backwards so you are now the one on top of him. Your lip wobbling as you feel frantically for where it might be at. “Killua why didn’t you tell me? I knew something happened.”

He doesn’t even flinch when you press slightly on his right thigh where you feel the bandage under his soft sweatpants. His eyes scan your face as you let you tears fall and hit his abdomen, your nen making quick work at the wound and in no time it’s gone. Frowning he sees your eyes still crying even though he can no longer feel the pain. “You worry too much as it is, I’m sorry I upset you pretty..”

Reaching one hand up to rest on your cheek and swipe at any more tears, his other resting on your thigh giving it a small squeeze. Wiping your eyes you rest your hand on where the wound once was smoothing it over. Still not meeting his eyes your other hand plays with the string of his sweats.

“Come on Y/n I’m sorry this won’t be forever.. I told you we’d leave this life together. I’ll take a thousand more wounds before I let you get hurt.” Only shaking your head you feel tears about to fall again. And he knows it soooo wrong but his dick jumps in his sweats wanting attention. Cooing he grabs your hands in his own “My pretty omega so worried for me, Im fine baby wanna see ?”

Your heart skips a beat, you’ve bathed together but never have you seen him before. You can only bring yourself to timidly nod at him, and he takes the initiative to guide your hands to the hem on his pants. They were already low hanging so you knew once you pulled them down exactly what you’d see. “Go ahead, you wanted to see that I’m not hurt right ?”

Swallowing hard you nod but still hesitated already seeing his happy trail of white hair. Tugging down his sweats he lifts his hips so you can pull them down further. Your eyes zone in on the bandage that was slightly tinted red on his right thigh. But in your peripheral vision you saw him, and you felt that ache in your lower stomach again.

Huge and hung, precum smeared on his tip from all the excitement and a vain running down the left side of it. Curly white hair at the base makes you want to touch him but you shake your head and go back to the task at hand. You frown and peal back the bandage to see a brand new scar to add to the many on his body. Atleast he was no longer hurt anymore, “O-okay Kil, it’s okay now you can cover up.”

Smiling he stops your hands as they reach to pull his pants back up and guides one hand to his member. “But what about right here Y/n ? I need your attention right here, it’s so hard for you” To emphasize his point he twitches in your palm. Placing his hand over yours he starts to stroke himself. Groaning his free hand up reaches up to squeeze one of your soft breast. “Come on I’ll show you what to do..”

Finding yourself rubbing your thighs together you almost moan at the sight before you. Seeing how handsome he was and being able to see him like this under you, your mate. Before you can say anything else the door slams open.

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU LITTLE MINX !” Your mothers voice screeches at you. “How dare you seduce your brother to mate with you Y/n I am so disgusted with you!” I jump and back away until my back hits the backboard of the bed. Killua looks at me longingly and sighs like this is nothing but a inconvenience and tugs his sweats up. “Calm down you old hag, I came onto her first.”

Kikyo gasps and grabs Killua by the arm, hastily dragging him out the room, “Unbelievable Killua your father will be hearing about this!” That’s the last thing you hear before your door is slammed shut. I don’t move from my spot as I catch my breath and try to process what just happened.

It’s safe to say after that incident me and Killua were under heavy surveillance it was too risky being together.

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Even now, recalling the incident has you flustered for a multitude of reasons but you decide to block out the terrible ending to what would’ve been a great night. His sweet promise to you was what mattered. Taking you away, being mated, having pups. It was like a fairy tale and you hung onto those words religiously.

Coming back to your senses you try to put a end to his tongue attacking your neck already giving you hickeys in minutes. I gasp and push at his chest but he doesn’t budge. “Killua! Come on you’re going to get me in trouble..” Placing another sloppy kiss onto my now very wet neck he smiles proudly at his work.

“The last ones i gave you were going away.” Was his excuse as he admired your flustered face. “One week until our birthday can’t you wait ? just one week!” I say scolding him but my pleased scent betrays the front i put on. He snickers at the act you put on and nods in compliance. Taking your smaller hands, he places a kiss on each individual finger tenderly, before his eyes are staring into yours “Just one week so remember what i told you okay.”

Smiling at him you close the distance before you and he rests his forehead against yours lovingly as your purring fills the empty hallway. All peace comes to an end as you hear your mothers heals clicking along the corridor. Killua growls, he has done nothing to hide his feelings of disdain towards her since he was a child but you shake your head at him. Giving him a quick kiss to the cheek you two separate and watch as she turns the corner.

Halting she sniffs the air around her and scrunches her nose at the slight smell of arousal in the air. But one look at Killua and how he’s glaring at her already is enough for her to bite her tongue and hold any comments. Instead she clears her throat and smiles as she approaches you two. She dotes on you both, “My dear twins, my sweet babies ! Your birthday is approaching! Let’s go talk party details.” She says using the relevant excuse to come between you both and drag you elsewhere.

You spare Killua a glance and smile at him and thinking of his promise. And as if he is thinking of the same thing he smiles back genuinely.

Just one more week <3

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Your MBTI, Your Relationship With JJK Characters Part 2.

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a/n: Currently working on the other requested mbti types, they'll be included in the coming parts ✨.

Thank you @goofbye @wakatsukikanae @zoldyi for requesting INFP, and @lostmymarblesstuff for requesting ISTP. I really really hope you like them though. 😭🫶🏻💖.

INFP:

Choso Kamo = Fiancé

Both of you find solace in each other's arms, you don't need to vocalize your love since your energy alone is capable of conveying the love, admiration and respect you have for each other. He appreciates the idea of becoming a family and building a home together filled with familial warmth. He's also a good listener whenever you vent. You accept each other for who you truly are without faking anything. You are both authentic and genuine. You show your love through acts of service, so he enjoys cooking your cravings for you.

Toji Fushiguro = Enemy

You have no respect for people who lack empathy or compassion, and Toji is one of them. He's vile, hostile and manipulative. He is the complete opposite of you. You have a strong sense of justice, fairness and sensitivity so Toji's actions trigger a strong negative reaction out of you. He is a threat to your values and peace, so you can't help but develop an enmity. He sees you weak for including your emotions so he always tries to change you into his liking or simply provoke you.

Toge Inumaki = Bestfriend

Most of your Hangouts are at home where you sit comfortably enjoying the peaceful quietness. You understand each other's emotions and troubles. He provides a safe space for you to express yourself, he takes your feelings into account and never judges you. He enjoys sitting comfortably while you talk about your dreams and thoughts. You inspire him a lot and he appreciates that you trust him enough to share personal things with him. He makes you feel that it's okay to be different as long as you are true to yourself.

Megumi Fushiguro = roommate.

You respect each other's personal space and that what made you good roommates, living under the same roof peacefully without any obstacles. At first you found difficulty to get into conversations or just hang out together at home; given that both of you are introverts. So you just limited yourself to small chats, but you grew to enjoy each other's presence and chill together. Both of you share similar standards for cleanliness so you divide tasks to keep your shared space tidy. Despite growing closer and more comfortable, the boundaries that both of you had set are still sacred. It is easy to live with Megumi.

ISTP

Toji Fushiguro= Husband.

The powerful duo, a thrill-seekers. Toji is the perfect match for you. You have mutual qualities such as using the power of mind, pursuing financial success and enjoying the spontaneous adventures. You have a healthy marriage life, following a pragmatic and rational approach. He is attracted to your determination and mindset, even after being married for too long he still looks at you with the same admiration and love he has for you since the first time he had laid eyes on you. Flirts a lot with you and drowns you in compliments. Your honeymoon was a thrilling and exciting experience literally risking your lives but you enjoyed every bit of it. You are attracted to his straightforwardness and cleverness also to his teasing and playful side. At some levels he doesn't take life too seriously but instead he faces it with humor and mockery. He is the perfect husband for you.

Yuta Okkotsu = Has a crush on you.

He would find himself uncontrollably attracted and drawn to you. The way you reasonably handle things, issues and conflicts impresses him. He also admires your independence and self-sufficiency, you are mentally strong and intelligent. And despite being introvert and reserved he would be surprised by how quick you can adapt to different situations and how you enjoy the thrill of new experiences and adventures. It leaves him blown away and intrigued by you and without hesitation he would develop a powerful crush.

Nanami Kento = Colleague.

You equally share a mutual respect for each other's skills. Both of you hate working overtime so most of the time you blend your competences to get done early with the work. You have a formal and professional kind of relationship which is task-oriented. Your emotions are put aside while working together. What matters is that you succeed in reaching your goals or solve problems. You are an effective team and can work in harmony.

Maki Zenin = Bestfriend.

You feel comfortable enough around Maki to enjoy engaging with various activities with her. Most of the time you train together. Maki has a strategic planning so she always comes up with interesting plans for both of you to enjoy, on the other hand you are a spontaneous person, so you make life more fun and full of surprises. You make each other even more stronger; both emotionally and physically. You keep each other stable and on track, focusing on your goals. Both of you are independent so you only provide emotional support, words of encouragement and comfort.

This piece of writing is just for fun, also it is imo, so it's not necessarily accurate 🫶🏻

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𝐂𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐬 - 𝐓𝐨𝐤𝐲𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

≡ What Tokyo Revengers characters would do if they saw you having a crying crisis...

★ H e a d c a n o n s ! / x y/n

⌕ 𝑭𝒕. Takemichi Hanagaki, Ken Ryuguji, Manjiro Sano, Mitsuya Takashi, Yuzuha Shiba, Hakkai Shiba, Baji Keisuke, Chifuyu Matsuno, Kazutora Hanemiya, Wakasa Imaushi, Akashi Takeomi, Shinichiro Sano, Emma Sano, Kakucho Hitto, Izana Kurokawa, Sanzu Haruchiyo, Ran Haitani, Rindou Haitani, Akane Inui, Kokonoi Hajime, Seishu Inui, Hinata Tachibana, Kisaki Tetta and Hanma Shuji.

★ 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐤𝐢

Worry would certainly take over the boy, making him feel completely desperate and unable to help you, even trying to calm you down, Takemichi couldn't bear the agony he would feel in seeing you cry like that and he would certainly end up crying together.

Takemichi would hug you and make jokes that weren't funny, until he managed to make you at least calm down and the tears gradually subside.

— "It's going to be okay! I promise, Y/n!"

He would speak calming after your crisis, finally, Takemichi would faithfully commit to take care of you and always calm you down in those bad times.

✮ 𝐊𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐲𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐣𝐢

Draken would obviously be extremely worried about your state, but at the same time he wouldn't know how to deal with what happened, for that reason, he would just sit beside you, in total silence, hugging you gently, trying to comfort you affectionately.

— "I'll take care of you, even if I don't know how to deal with it very well... You know I would never leave you, don't you?"

He would give you little kisses until he could get you to smile.

✭ 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

Manjiro would be distressed to see you with tears in your eyes and shaking, he had never seen you having a crisis before, for that reason, he would end up not knowing how to deal with such a fact.

He would hug you, trying to at least understand the motivation of that crisis.

— "Hey? It's okay, Y/n! I'll stay here by your side, okay? Later we can go out to eat together!"

He would look at you smiling, even if he was totally broken inside for considering himself incapable of helping you, then he would hug you tightly, doing his best to comfort you and get you out of that crisis.

★ 𝐌𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

Mitsuya would worry about seeing you so fragile, he would hold himself back from crying when he saw you in that state, despite that, the taller one would remain calm and try to calm you down.

He would hug you, giving you as much comfort as possible.

— "Hey, it'll pass, okay? I'm here for you."

He would hold your face, making you look directly at him, Mitsuya would remain beside him until your crisis subsided.

✮ 𝐘𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

Yuzuha would be heartbroken to see you cry, for that reason, the girl would do anything to comfort you and keep you safe.

She would hold you as tight as she could, caressing your face and wiping away your tears.

— "I'm here to take care of you!"

✭ 𝐇𝐚𝐤𝐤𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚

The taller one would be totally unresponsive and a little desperate to see you having a crisis, for that reason, he would hug you and would certainly start crying together.

— "Don't cry, p-please!"

He would speak with tears in his eyes, trying to hide how bad it was to see you that way, finally, you would calm each other down little by little.

★ 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞

Baji would be worried and trying to understand the reason for such a crisis.

The taller one would sit next to you, in silence, just hugging you to try to calm you down, when you felt more comfortable, he would ask the reason for the crisis.

— "Did someone do something to you? You can tell me, huh? I... I won't let anyone hurt you!"

✮ 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

Chifuyu is extremely sensitive, so he wouldn't hold back his tears when he saw you having a meltdown, yet the boy would sincerely go out of his way to comfort you and make your meltdown go away.

He would hug you, giving you a small kiss on the cheek and later wipe away your tears.

— "I'm here and I won't let anything bad happen to you!"

✭ 𝐊𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

Hanemiya would be totally stunned and unresponsive to see you in a crisis, Kazutora would believe that the crisis was his fault, so he felt terrible watching his state.

Kazutora would hug you, holding back so he wouldn't end up shedding a few tears in front of you, the boy wouldn't leave his side until you were at least apparently okay.

— "Be well, please! I-I can't see you like this... Damn! I hope it wasn't my fault..."

★ 𝐖𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢

Wakasa had never seen you cry like that, for that reason, at the same moment the oldest was very worried about your condition.

He didn't know what to do to calm you down, but he just wanted to make you better and see you smiling again, Wakasa was really affected to see you in the midst of so many tears, so he would stay by your side until you calmed down.

— "You'll be fine, I promise, you will."

✮ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢

Although Takeomi appears to be cold, he sincerely has concern for your well-being and feels fully responsible for you.

He was completely unresponsive to seeing you cry, Takeomi's only action at that moment was to hug you and repeat countless times that everything was fine.

- "I'll take care of you, I'm here Y/n."

He would also remain by your side, giving you affection and wiping your tears.

✭ 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

He would have a crying fit when he saw you cry, Shinichiro certainly wouldn't be able to hold back his tears when he saw you suffering.

The eldest would hug and do his best to make you feel comfortable.

— "Don't be like that... Please! I promise to take better care of you, Y/n!"

★ 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

She would be worried about seeing you in that state, as soon as Emma realized that you were having a crying fit, she hugged you and dried your tears with small tissues that she always carried in her handbag.

The girl stayed by your side until you finally calmed down, Emma made you some tea and made you drink it to help you calm down at that moment.

— "Your eyes are so beautiful, I don't want to see them full of tears anymore, okay? I'll take care of you, Y/n!"

✮ 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨

He would be completely desperate to see you cry, Kakucho would not know how to act and would be afraid to end up making the situation worse.

The taller one would stay by your side, hugging you and giving you affection until you calmed down.

— "I'm sorry I didn't do more... I didn't know what to do, I can't see you crying."

✭ 𝐈𝐳𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚

He would be extremely angry and worried at the same time, Izana wouldn't know how to handle your crisis, but he would at least try to comfort you.

The boy hugged you, still imagining that someone had made you cry, so Izana promised that he would take better care of you and learn to deal with your crises.

— "I'm sorry, I honestly don't know how to help you."

He would say with his head down, staying by your side until you get better.

★ 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨

Rarely did Haruchiyo show any kind of affection, however, seeing you with tears in your eyes and your body shaking, so fragile and without someone to comfort you, Sanzu truly felt worried about you at that moment and all he wanted was you make it look good again.

The taller one sat next to you, soon pulling you closer to him, gently resting your head on his chest and caressing your face.

— "I'll stay here until it calms down."

The boy spoke in a calming tone, making you stop crying little by little.

✮ 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

It is undeniable that when he saw you crying, at first Ran believed that it was just a dramatic situation, however, when he saw that your state was real and that you were feeling really bad, the highest was taken by an enormous concern.

As soon as he approached you and saw your red face after spending hours crying, he hugged you tight, in a way he never had before.

— "I'm here for you, whatever is going on, I'm here."

✭ 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

At first Rindou also believed that it was just some kind of drama, but he would never repress or treat your feelings lightly, even though he didn't understand the reason for your tears.

The youngest Haitani made you sit on his lap comfortably, hugging you and giving you little kisses on the forehead, he was petting you in silence until you finally calmed down.

— "You don't see? I'm here, I won't allow you to cry like that."

★ 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

The girl would be extremely worried about your condition, so she would quickly hug you, causing you to calm down.

Akane would wipe away your tears and caress your face, looking at you with a look of compassion and at the same time sadness to see you in such a painful moment.

— "I'll take care of you, Y/n! I don't want to see that so perfect face sad again!"

✮ 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

Kokonoi really wouldn't know how to deal with your crisis, the boy would be extremely worried about seeing you in that state, so much so that he would be unresponsive and not knowing how to help you.

The tallest would just try to comfort you, hugging you and staying by your side until you calmed down.

— "I'm sorry I can't do more for you..."

✭ 𝐒𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐮 𝐈𝐧𝐮𝐢

He would feel terrible to see you cry, Inui wouldn't leave your side until he made sure you were better.

The tallest one would make you sit next to him, hug you and repeatedly tell you that everything would be fine.

— "I'm here, I'll always be, no matter what happens, I promise never to leave you."

★ 𝐇𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚

She wouldn't be able to contain her tears when she saw you in the middle of a crisis, despite that, Hina wouldn't stop trying to comfort you at that moment.

The girl gave you a tight hug and didn't let go until you stopped crying.

— "Y/n? I'll protect you forever, no matter what happens, it's a promise!"

✮ 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐓𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚

Despite Kisaki appearing to be the type of person incapable of feeling empathy for someone, the moment he saw your state, all he wanted most was to make you feel better again.

Kisaki had never hugged you before, however, at that moment he gave you a tight hug, later, he caressed your face until he finally calmed down.

— "I hope I never see you cry again..."

✭ 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

Initially, Hanma didn't realize that you were in the midst of a crisis, but once he realized what was happening, the tallest was overcome with great concern.

— "Fuck, I can't see you cry!"

The boy quickly hugged you, holding back as well so as not to shed a few tears in front of you to maintain the "bully" pose even though he was heartbroken to see you cry.

[astrumark]

── WRAPPED AROUND YOUR FINGER ★.

PAIRING: jacaerys velaryon x female reader.

SUMMARY: you discover a new side of your husband, and it's exhilarating.

WARNINGS: fluff, smut, semi public sex, p in v, soft dom jace, dirty talk (praise), bondage, breeding kink, hair pulling, aftercare.

WC: 2.7K

"You are certain you can do this on your own?"  

Jace sighed exasperated, although a playful smile crept across his face as well while he jumped out of the boat with enormous grace. 

He looked excruciatingly charming today, his face flushed under the sun, and brazenly wearing only a thin white undershirt, the first three buttons undone and showing his chest. 

"My sweet wife, I believe you have forgotten you have wed a Velaryon," He smirked. "What would become of me if I didn't know how to sail?" 

"With all due respect, your brother gets seasick every time he's on a boat," Your eyes twinkled with amusement. "And he ought to be the head of the house one day."

Jace snorted jokingly. "We must be careful not to speak about it in front of him," He smiled mischievously. "It's a sensitive topic." 

You laughed warmly, your whole body reverberating with it, and you glanced at the boat a few steps away from you. It was not extravagant, small, and made to travel shorter distances, the wood a reddish brown with an intrinsic seahorse carved into the bow.

It was his idea to spend the night on a boat, alone and away from the bustling castle, to unwind, he said. Your duties would not allow you to travel anytime soon, but a long boat ride could be just as enjoyable. 

And that's how you found yourself at the docks, with food, blankets, books, and cards, all of which the prince had already stored on the boat a couple of minutes ago.

"Fortunately, I am not my brother." He continued to jest. "You have nothing to fear, my dear. Do you not trust your husband?" 

You rolled your eyes at his exaggeration. "You know I do." 

"Yes, because you did not hesitate for a second to fly with me on dragon-back," He moved closer to you, his arms wrapping around your waist, and your hands went to his neck. "What is the sea compared to the sky?"

"Just as dangerous." You quipped.

"Fair enough, but I will always keep you safe, whether in the sky, sea, or land." 

Your heart leaped, a tingling warmth spreading from head to toe, and you averted your eyes, feeling too bashful. Jace chuckled, doubtless deeming you the most enchanting thing he ever had the privilege to see, and he couldn't help himself as he leaned in and locked your lips in a slow and loving peck.

"Lead the way, husband." You smiled shyly.

He grinned, not wasting a second to twirl you around and help you get into the boat. You giggled uncontrollably. 

It's very captivating to watch him work, his sleeves rolled up and forearms flexing. He easily untied the ropes and pulled the anchor up, giving you quick explanations about how it is done, subtly proving to you he knew exactly what he was doing, a hint of a smug smile displayed when he looked at you.

Meanwhile, you also basked in the sun, it was an atypical hot day, the reason why your handmaids had chosen the lightest fabrics to dress you, and why your husband had taken off his tunic as soon as you two left the castle.

The fresh air nipped at your face, making your hair float, and it was more than welcome. You looked out at the vast blue sea while salt filled your lungs, mesmerized by the crash of the frothy waves. The bouncing of the water was, without a doubt, the most soothing sensation. For the longest time, you have always been delighted to travel, mostly because of the ships. An excitement many would consider childish, but that you could not help.

Jace hoisted the sail, adjusting it accordingly, and you offered to help. He was very patient with you, even if it meant taking a little bit longer and you were genuinely interested in learning, so much that you were beaming to see him steering it with the rudder. You didn't feel confident enough to try it out yourself yet, but you promised one day you would.

Fortunately for you, the sea was calm and the winds steady, and it didn't take long until he could leave the rudder aside to spend time with you, only using it occasionally to remain in the desired direction, and time flew. 

Sometime in the late afternoon, Jace was reading, and you should've been too if only your eyes could concentrate on the pages of the book and not on him in front of you.

He looked stunning, the wind moved through his dark curls, his light brown eyes looked like a honey pool, his cheeks sun-kissed, and his nose had a few tiny freckles, his attractive hand was splayed across the book's cover, and the occasional bites on his beautiful plump lips along the frown of his eyebrows as he focused on whichever he was reading was too much. 

You could never fathom your luck, not only marrying a prince, the future heir to the throne but such a handsome and dear one, who you were irrevocably in love with. Your chest clenched just by looking at him.

Motivated by a sudden craving, you crawled to his side, pressing yourself to him. Although a lot more inconvenient to read in this position, he didn't hesitate to hug your waist with one arm, placing the book on his thigh.

His scent, of mint and lavender, inundated you, and you kissed his jaw before hugging his waist back with both arms and laying your head on his shoulder, snuggling up to him.

"I love you." You muttered. 

Jace's eyes flicked to you, his cheeks growing redder, but this time not because of the sun. He smiled, one of his teeth slightly crooked, which only added more charm to his appearance, alongside his dimple. 

"I love you more." He said, resting his forehead on yours and brushing your noses, which made you chuckle.

But these words were never enough, the immensity of your love for him was terrifying. You desired him in the most primal and selfish way, wanted him to be all yours, although he already was, by all means: legally and intimately. You worried your hunger for him would never be satiable, as there was nothing else to claim, less you two merged. Or perhaps it would be enough if you carried a piece of him inside of you.

"I want to give you children," You said absently, staring at the side of his elongated nose. "Make you a father." 

Jace grinned, his eyes twinkling with diversion, but his heart hammered. "You will." 

"Hopefully soon." You smiled faintly at him. 

"Attempts will certainly not be an issue for us." 

You laughed and with the sun finally cooling down, you closed your eyes. The wind caressing your face and the peaceful sound of the sea quickly lulled you to sleep.

At night, when you were both lying down on thin blankets while stargazing, the sky full of shimmering stars and the moon a waxing gibbous, it was very unsurprising how rapidly you got distracted and found yourselves melting into each other, the kisses heated and desire slowly consuming you inch by inch.

His touches were feather-light and teasing as he undressed you, and the night air made you shiver. His kisses were full of appreciation and delicacy, his thumb stroking your cheek in the most genuine affection. In the short two moons following your wedding, the prince had always been extremely gentle and attentive when bedding you, and you truly cherished it, most of the time. But in that moment you needed more, and so you asked him not to be as careful, but rather rougher. 

He looked at you as if you had grown a second head, getting on his knees and denying profusely at first, claiming he would never mistreat you, but the twitch of his cock and the wild glint in his eyes were undeniable. It took some time to fully convince him, reassuring him that you truly wanted it and would be just fine afterward, and creating a small code between the two of you to stop, in case it became too overwhelming, he seemed keener to accept.

"Please, you might as well break me and put me back together," You whispered against his lips and he swallowed hard. "You can do whatever you wish to me." 

"Anything?" His voice was low and hoarse.

"Anything. I am your wife, I belong solely to you and no one else," Your hand softly played with one of your breasts provocatively, his lower lip caught in between his teeth as he watched. "I am all yours, husband, only yours, to be treated as you see fit, and nobody has a say in that."

Then, he snapped, brown orbs darkening considerably and jawline clenched. In a blink of an eye, there were no traces of your ever-so-kind Jace anymore. His hand found a fistful of your hair, tugging at it with no care, which made you wince and your scalp burn.

"Very well, you asked for it." He growled before harshly pushing you back to the blankets on your stomach. You gasped, your cunt throbbing at the unusual behavior and eyes widening as you noticed him grabbing three of the many ropes around the boat.

Jace pressed his knee to your lower back, locking you in place as he grabbed your arms and tied them up in the tightest and most impressive knots, his ability with it once again surprising you. But he didn't stop at your wrists, he bent your legs and tied each of your ankles to your upper thighs as well with different ropes, restraining you completely and lifting you to be on all fours for him.

You writhed in discomfort, your arms and legs already aching due to the uncomfortable position. Jace stared at you while pushing his breeches down, your glistening cunt exposed to him in the most beautiful and tantalizing way. 

He slammed into you with no warning or preparation, not that your already wet entrance needed it. Loud and whiny moans immediately left your lips, his girth stretching you out spectacularly, and the new position was delirious, you were certain he had never reached this deep before. 

Jace's thrusts were far from gentle, and along with the delicious sensation of his cock dragging against your walls there was also an unusual sting with how careless he was being with it. Which only made you grow more aroused. 

"You look so perfect like this, my dear," He praised and you hummed, lost in the bliss you were feeling. "Fucking perfect."

He slapped your ass hard, his palm imprinted on your skin in a red mark. You gasped sharply as the pain licked your stomach, but all too soon it became a desire. 

"Always taking my cock so well, squeezing me so wonderfully," He slapped the other side of your ass mercilessly, the noise it made strident and you winced once again. "This cunt was precisely made for me." 

His sweet words paired up with his aggressiveness were making you wild, not moaning anymore, but rather screaming. Any boats nearby could've heard you, but your mind was blank with pleasure, not worrying about it. You barely held any control over your body at this point, way too blissed out.

The urge to move and hold onto something, but the complete inability to do so was cruel and incendiary, repulsion and adoration melded as one. It made you whine, your stomach churning and heart thundering, it was agonizing even, but you loved being so overpowered, so vulnerable underneath him. 

Jace pounded into you almost beastly, growling and gripping your hips with an unnerving strength, his balls smacking against your ass. You tried to move, but you only hurt yourself, the ropes scratching your skin and burning you. Your eyes welled up, unable to differentiate pain from pleasure, and you bite your lips, focusing on the overflow of sentiments inside of you.

By being tied up all your senses became more heightened, and even the littlest brush on your skin dazzled you. Every sensation was worth a hundred ones, and you felt it all deep in your core. It was as wondrous as damning. The cool wind kissing your body, the lewd sounds, Jace's unwavering grip on you, the sting of his previous slaps, the burn on your wrists caused by the rope, his cock hitting your sweet spot repeatedly. You were slowly going mad.

Your cunt fluttered furiously, your skin burning and sweat dripping down your forehead. You barely realized you were sobbing, a heavy stream of tears wetting your face on its own accord as you could not help but cry and cry with such strong emotions provoked.

And in the midst of it all, there was also a small amount of gentleness your husband couldn't completely leave behind. Clear in how he brushed your sticky hair out of your face and cleaned your tears as he leaned over you slightly, although his pace continued as brutal as before, if not even more.

"Seven, aren't you just adorable?" He rasped in the shell of your ear. "You are being so nice to me, I might just fuck a pretty babe into you as a reward." 

You groaned in delight at his words, your body was already shaking and your muscles sore. Jace went back to his initial position, pulling harshly at your hair and pounding into you relentlessly. 

"Would you like that, sweet wife?" He chuckled smugly. You tried to answer, but you didn't find words, so you only nodded eagerly as you babbled. "Yes, I know you would." 

He would too, the thought of your belly swollen with his child made him go feral and swell up with pride. The grip on your hair tightened and his thrusts became even faster and desperate, his eyes rolling to the back of his head and goosebumps arousing on his skin with the approaching release. 

Jace came with a grunt, his hot and thick seed filling you to the brim. His heart pounded painfully in his ears, beads of sweat all over his body. Even when quite faint from his peak, his ruthless pace didn't falter. You getting to come as well was just as important to him, and you were pretty close by the clench of your cunt.

It's like you have been shattered into the tiniest fragments and banished to the void, your mind parting from your body and your whole existence ceasing for a moment. You believed you and the stars above have become one, and that even perhaps you had perished from too much pleasure.

You are reminded you are very alive when Jace gathered his spend dripping out of you. "If you want to be the mother of my children so desperately," He started before pushing two fingers back into your sensitive cunt, which made you whine and squirm. "We cannot waste a single drop." 

And as simple as that you are conscious of your surroundings again, too aware of the salty air and the ripples of the waves. You were shivering so much your teeth chattered, and you panted as if you had run a thousand miles, your throat sore from the cries and eyes heavy due to the tears.

Jace deluged you with many caring pecks on the cheek before undoing the tight knots and turning your slack body over.

"You did so well," He praised as he softly kissed your bruised wrists as well. "My perfect little wife."  

He caressed your damp hair before helping you to sit up, flushed against his chest. Jace cleaned you up with the hem of the blanket, for lack of a better option, and grabbed a waterskin near, bringing it to your lips and you didn't waste time to drink it enthusiastically, your chin getting wet as well.

"Are you alright?" He asked concerned, the waterskin soon being emptied.

You took a few deep breaths before answering him, your voice somewhat raspy from the screaming. "Yes," You leaned more into him. "That was… very intense." 

"Indeed." He hugged your waist and you looked up at him, finally regaining your breath. Jace pressed his lips to yours in a long and chaste kiss. "You are the absolute love of my life," He brushed your face with his knuckles. "Don't ever forget."

"And you are my heart and soul." You smiled at him, who stared at you with immense adoration in his eyes as if you hung the moon and the stars.  

Cuddling up, sleep does not find any of you, but instead you spent the night talking away, and got to watch a beautiful sunrise together.

TAGS: @m1ndbrand ♡⋆˙

[starcrossedreaders]

I keep having this idea of a spy x family scenario with leon as loid and y/n as yor.

Author's note: He literally looks like Loid, I love this idea so much!

Warnings: None!

"You're telling me I need to have a family within a week?"

"I'm sure you can figure it out. Remember we put you on this job for a reason,"

"Yea yea. Condor one out." Leon threw his head back as he tried to think of a way to build a family within his small time lot of 7 days.

He could just lie and say his wife passed in a tragic accident. Although that would be super unethical. Who is Leon kidding, his whole job is unethical.

"So Sherry,"

"Yes Leon?" Sherry shook her head side to side as her feet kicked back and forth while coloring the piece of paper under her.

"How would like to have a mom?" Her head peaked up as she turned to face Leon.

"Like Claire?"

Leon chuckled a little bit, "Maybe not Claire." Although it was a good idea it was too risky, she was too involved in the world.

"hm What about Claire's friend Y/N! I think you two would be cute together,"

"Y/N huh?"

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

"Come on Y/N you know how charming Leon is. You guys would get along together so well,"

"I don't know Claire, I don't want to use him."

"You won't be using him if you go to the date I just set up for you guys,"

"YOU WHAT?"

"I'll text you the details, don't be late." Claire skipped off and out of the coffee shop leaving you alone.

"I can't believe her," Shaking your head you looked at your phone to read her text.

'6:30 on 31 E. Washington Dr. at that cute Italian restaurant! Have fun!

Leave it to Claire to set you up on a not so blind date with a very hot guy. You twist and jump around as you tried to zip up your dress. Heaving, you sat down to put on your shoes as you finally got the dress zipped.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

"Alright Sherry, I'll be back before 9 be good for Chris!"

"Of course! Be safe."

Leon closed the door as he prayed he won't come home to a burned down house as he walked to the date Claire set up for him. As he entered the venue, he noticed a captivating figure across the room. Y/N, was an enigmatic woman with a reputation for her exceptional skills in cryptography and intelligence gathering. Your eyes met briefly, and a spark of intrigue flickered between them. Leon couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

Sitting across from you he puts his hand out, "Leon Kennedy,"

Your hand grabs his in a rather firm handshake that catches Leon a little of guard. "Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you."

The night went smoothly, there no was long periods of silence between you two as you guys ended up being the last ones in the restaurant before you were asked to leave. Leon had walked you home, giving you a kiss on your cheek and soft goodnight as he walked himself back home.

In the following days, Leon and you found yourselves crossing paths more frequently. Your encounters were brief, as both of you guys were cautious about revealing your true intentions with one another.

Your interactions soon become very frequent, weather that was running into each other at the grocery store or on the streets. Soon, this led into dating. Sherry and you got along wonderfully. It made you wish that this was your actual happy little family, but deep down you knew you were just covering your tracks for the things you have done.

Leon's and yours investigation eventually intertwined, as you discovered a sinister plot aimed at destabilizing global governments. An international syndicate, working in the shadows, sought to exploit sensitive information and gain control over powerful entities.

As you guys delved deeper in your relationship, your connection grew stronger. The trust you built became an unbreakable bond, an anchor in the dangerous world you guys both had inhabited without one another knowledge.

Eventually, you late nights at the office excuse was useless as you guys found each other in the same spot.

"Leon?"

"Y/N? What are you doing down here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing,"

"I-"

"We can talk about this later okay Leon? For now we have B.O.W.S to kill,"

"Right."

You guys had infiltrated a hidden lair, navigating through a maze of traps and enemies. You guys had worked together flawlessly, relying and using each others strengths to overcome whatever came your way.

When the mission ended successfully you guys had finally let it all out, letting your hearts speak as you confessed to one another.

"So you mean to tell me that you originally only dated me because you were trying not to look like an assassin,"

"Exactly right,"

"But yet, we were working on the same mission for two different people,"

"Seems like it,"

Leon could only shake his head, "Unbelievable,"

You stabbed your fork into your food as you brought it up to your mouth.

"But yet, you still want to date because you...love me?"

Placing your fork down you crossed your arms as you look at Leon. "What's so hard to understand, or do you just like hearing yourself talk?"

Leon clicked his tongue, "Tch, yea right. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, it's a lot to process,"

"I understand. If you don't want to continue our relationship after this I totally understand,"

"NO, no- it's not that,"

"Then what is it?"

"It's just....I'm afraid I'm going to get attached and then lose you..."

Your eyes soften as you listen to Leon pour his heart out to you. Reaching across the table you take his hand into yours as you look in his blue eyes.

"I promise you, you will not lose me not in a million years. You only live once Leon, don't let fear hold you back from living."

From there you guys pledged to support each other through future challenges, your love and trust serving as a beacon of hope in a world threatened by darkness.

[angelatmidnight1]

I just started Baldur's Gate 3 and would love some ler! tword hesdcanons for Astarion if you're feeling inspired? I saw some of his lines on YouTube Shorts and he's literally the reason I'm now playing, Lord help me. 😭🤣 I'm super early game(like, just met him, Shadowheart and Gale) but I do know what species he is, and know a certain something he tries at camp at some point- 👀

I will definitely write a tword fic for him at some point because the need for him to wreck me is strong, but some headcanons to encourage me to keep going to see the story, as I adjust to the gameplay and how it works would be so appreciated! ❤️ Again, only if you feel inspired for it though, no pressure and I hope you're staying hydrated lovely! 😊

A/N: Sure! Astarion's the reason I bought the game too. I saw a few clips of him on TikTok and added the game to cart 😅 I have a reader/Astarion fic somewhere in my drafts, but please tag me whenever you create yours. I'd love to see :D

Anyways, here's ler!Astarion. I hope I captured his personality okay. I'll add a tiny warning that this may come off a tad spicy, cause it's Astarion haha, but it isn't NSFW.

Ler!Astarion Tickle Headcanons

“Darling, you’re ticklish? Aha, how adorable.”

Astarion’s had a couple centuries to practice the art of gentle, and sometimes ticklish, touches. Of course he takes up the opportunity to work his craft. 

He’ll say the sweetest things to beckon his lee closer, with fleeting touches along sides and hips. “Come here, my dear. I promise I’ll be as gentle as a babe. Just a bit closer, hm?”

More words, sweet as honey, until he has his lee pinned under him. No matter the position, he wants physical contact the whole time. “Mm, I always did enjoy how you looked beneath me.”

He loves it when his lees become shy and flustered. It encourages his flirtatious antics even more. But, if they don’t? That’s okay. He loves a good challenge. 

Astarion’s touch is deliberate, but light and teasy. He takes his time to find the spots that make his lee squeal, and claws over it with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “My, you are a sensitive little thing, aren’t you?”

Eye contact is huge with Astarion; he drinks in his lees’ every reaction to his tickles. Every little giggle, gasp, squeak. His lee has never looked more beautiful, and he’s sure to tell them just that.

Speaking of drinking, it’s too tempting not to think about all of the blood pumping through his lee’s veins while he tickles them. He won’t drink without permission, but that doesn’t mean he can’t indulge in other ways.

“I could eat you right up, darling. And you know what? I think I will..” 

Astarion knows how to use his fangs with just enough pressure to tickle, and if he’s especially close with his lee, nowhere is safe from his nibbles. 

His favorite place to nibble are necks, but he’s also fond of ribs, hips, and thighs. He’ll love if his lee is especially sensitive to his light biting. “Gods, you are delectable. And those precious little giggles of yours just make you all the more sweeter.~” 

He could tease and tickle his lee all night, but if they truly need a break, he’ll ease off…just expect him to be a lil’ pouty. 

“Stop? Already? But, I was having so much fun. And I can tell that you were, too. Must we end our playtime so soon? …Oh, fine. Just promise I won’t have to wait too long before I can have you again.”

Of course, Astarion doesn’t always have to have an easy time with his lees. He loves it when they’re stern or, if anything, when they don’t want to admit how ticklish they are.

“Pft, if you’re not ticklish, then I’m not a vampire. It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I find it rather cute. You can look a beast dead in its eye, so long as it doesn’t wiggle its claws at you, hah.”

He, like most, if not all vampires, loves a good hunt. He can and will pursue obstinate lees for fun. Having stealth on his side is a huge advantage. 

His fancy, airier voice turns growly when he’s on the hunt. And, those honeyed words become devilish taunts. 

“You might want to run faster, darling. I’m right behind you.~ Perhaps if you surrender, I’ll be merciful.” 

Astarion gets a huge ego boost if he manages to get a stubborn lee laughing. "My name sounds wonderful on your lips. But, I would love to hear a 'please'."

If he has to hunt his lee down, it'll be awhile before he lets them go. "You're all mine, tav. Laugh for me~."

[your-divine-ribs]

Breathe

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Request from these NSFW prompts: 65. “I know baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe” // and this ask I received which I’ve copied below // sorry it’s short and a bit crap I’m struggling to write new stuff at the moment xxx

I was thinking a really intense session with Van, like say you’ve just had a really shitty day and want a release and Van just wants to take care of you and distract you. Properly pin you down and have a safe word and everything, and you’re nearly going into subspace, crying at the pleasure and he’s just hovering above you one hand on your cheek getting him to focus on him while he makes you cum again and again and again.

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Van was a perfectionist and very thorough in everything that he did, so when you approached him that evening in your melancholy mood, telling him that you wanted to forget all about your stresses and your woes just for one night, he was only too eager to try and help obliterate those troublesome worries from your overwrought mind...

"I know you got one more in you babe. Just breathe through it, c'mon... focus on me. You feel unbelievable."

He's hovering over you, slick with sweat, pumping into you at a maddening pace, doggedly determined in his endeavour to fuck every last scrap of worry out of your head, just like you'd begged him to.

You've lost track of how many times he's made you come, how many times he's built up your pleasure nice and slow, hot sticky waves of euphoria that mount and mount uncontrollably until he tips you carelessly over the edge into a void of mind-shattering bliss.

He'd started off using his fingers and tongue, probing into every wet inch of you, spreading you wide so he could take his fill, pinning your juddering body down as you'd bucked and whined helplessly beneath him. Now he's fucking into you slow and deep and steady, your cunt so wet and swollen like an over-ripe fruit, dripping with the sweetest nectar that he'd coaxed from you time and time again until you thought you might shatter into a million pieces.

"I can't... I don't think I can... not again... please... oh god please..."

Your words are stuttered and choked, punctuated by pitiful whines and gasps, your head lolling from side to side on the sweat dampened pillow as heat churns in your core like molten lava. Despite your impassioned pleas your legs are still wrapped tightly around his slim hips, heels pressed into the small of his back, keeping him close.

It's your overstimulated body that's begging him for mercy, your hips trying to instinctively retreat from his insistent thrusts as your body shudders uncontrollably. Your mind's on another page entirely, the dark and twisted part of you that relishes being completely under his control. He knows this of course, it's the reason you have a safe word for occasions like this.

"You're doing so good for me love," he praises, soft and sweet, words like honey oozing into your pleasure-saturated mind. "You're so fucking pretty like this... but we can stop if it's too much? What colour are you? It's important you tell me... green or red?"

He's braced above you with his elbows on either side of your head, your writhing body pressed into the mattress by his body weight, his lust laden gaze never faltering as it bores into yours.

"G... green," you stammer, tears pricking at your lashes and blurring your vision. You whimper as his hips snap up against yours, driving his cock even deeper, his pelvis grinding deliciously against your over-sensitive bud.

"That's my good girl," he cooes down on you, a hand raising up to stroke tenderly over your hot, tear-stained cheeks. "You feel so good. Always so perfect f'me."

You're sure his favourite place to be in the whole world is right between your spread thighs, and you wouldn't have it any other way. He's addictive. No matter how much he gives you, you always want more. And he's always willing to give.

"You gonna come all over my cock pretty girl? Wanna feel you let go for me one more time."

You eagerly nod, and his hand drops back down to curl around the crook of your leg which he presses upwards between your two bodies, spreading you even wider for him.

"Ahh... fuck," you gasp, the new angle punching the breath from your lungs at every thrust, the friction on your tender clit sore but blissful, mind-numbingly so.

You're beautiful like this he thinks, skin hot and flushed, sticky with the heat of your arousal, eyes wide and glossy, unfocused and brimming with tears. It's all because of him, and he can't get enough of that fact, an arrogant smirk stretching wide on his lips when you whine like you can't take any more. He wishes he could take a snap-shot of you like this and commit it to memory forever.

"Van... please," you croak out, your voice hoarse and cracked, not even sure what you're begging for.

You're in danger of becoming totally lost, incapable of any coherent thoughts apart from the dizzying pleasure that soaks your fucked out brain. The air around you is a furnace, chokingly thick and sticky, heady with the scent of sex. The sharp slap of his hips clashing with yours and the obscenely soaked sound of your sopping pussy fill your ears. It heightens everything, your mind spinning away to a hazy realm of pure sensation. And he's right there with you, ever watchful and ever mindful, guiding you through each high, not letting you lose your focus.

"I know, baby, I know. I'm right here, just breathe. Look at me... don't close your eyes now. I wanna see you... stay with me."

And at that moment you feel the coil in your core snap once again, a raw groan spilling from your lips as bright white stars burst across your field of vision, your pussy fluttering and clenching around him, squeezing him tight. Every muscle in your body tenses and shakes, your finger-nails digging tiny furrows deep into the skin of his back. You cry out his name again, hear him hiss out curses as he finds his own release, his expression creased in euphoria.

"Fucking hell, that was unreal," he groans as his hips finally stutter to a stop, his eyes dark and hungry as he looks down at you in awe. He untangles himself from your limb so he can cup your face in his hands, thumbs gently brushing away your tears. "Love you so much babe. Are ya okay? Are ya feeling better now?"

He eyes you carefully as he gently shunts his hips back to slip out of you. His skin's all tacky and sticky with sweat as his body slides over yours and he pauses, hovering there again, his gold chain dangling in the space between you and catching the dim lamplight as it twirls.

"Mmm..." you hum dreamily, catching the small semi-circular pendant between your fingers as you gaze up at him, sleepy and hazy-eyed, satisfied and worn in a way that you feel your limbs might melt into the comforting softness of your mattress. "So much better. Can't even remember what I was feeling stressed about in the first place now if you must know."

He chuckles at that, hair all shaggy and mussed, falling messily around his handsome face. "It wasn't too much for you then?"

"Maybe I like it when you're too much."

"Oh really? You want more then? Because that's a service I can certainly provide." He leans over to kiss you and his eyes are heavy-lidded and glazed when he pulls back. He looks inebriated… woozy… drunk on love.

"You're not actually serious are you?"

Your voice comes out high-pitched in disbelief as you look up at him, watch the slow, teasing smile spread on his lips.

"Never been more serious babe. You know how it goes when it comes to you... you know I'm up for anything. Anything that you need... I'm yours any time you want.”

[kamosweasley]

The fuck is friendship ? (George Weasley x Reader)

Description : George is your best friend and tonight he's really insecure. You try to cheer him up when he starts an argument which leeds to confess your feelings for him. After that you are kind of excited and decided to have fun with George at the top of the astronomy tower.

Words count : 3.3K

Warning : smut, little bit of angst, dom!George, unprotected sex, rough sex, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), hair pulling, choking, spanking, insult

George was moody tonight, the reason why I became clingy, trying to cheer him up. As his best friend, I was the only one for this mission, if there wasn’t his twin brother but this one is out since he has a date tonight. These two are so often together that George gets bored when he’s alone as tonight.

-Common Georgie, give me a smile.

-I don’t feel like it tonight …

-Oh please, life doesn't suck that much. Or it is ?

I ask the question, maybe he will talk about what is bothering him that much since I highly doubt it’s his missing brother. George is a sensitive boy, more discreet than Fred and it’s what I like about him. With him I always feel safe, heard and seen. So he is my best friend and I know him well enough to tell tonight is different.

-Why am I never the first choice ?

This question takes me off guard, as a blow I wasn’t ready to parry. How am I supposed to answer this ? Which words he needs to hear to ease his pain ?

He still looks away, his eyes fixed on the landscape in front of him, avoiding my gaze. It must tell something, he’s not shy with me, he should look at me and search for an answer on my face as he always does. My hand goes to his back, rubbing it gently to show him my compassion. I know his love language is physical touch, he must appreciate it.

-You’re my first choice Georgie, you’re my best friend. Nobody knows me as much as you. And you’re everything to me.

-I know.

Then what else does he want ? I have nothing more to offer, or at least nothing to help him feeling more of a first choice from me. But he grinned, sighing and rolling his shoulders where my hand is. It feels like he wants it gone so I put it away, not confident suddenly. Why is he pushing me away ? We’re friends but I feel deep in my heart that his accusation (because it is clearly one) is directed at me. Feeling guilty for something I don’t know is really uncomfortable, I almost considered leaving the astronomy tower to take a breath from this strange atmosphere. But at the same time it doesn’t seem right, I have to stay with him, he needs it.

-I’m feeling invisible when I’m not with Fred. I hate this.

-Georgie-

-Please stop. I’m your best friend, I know it, I get it.

-Why are you mad ? Have I done something wrong ?

Now he looks right at me, I can tell immediately the mix of angst and anger on his face. I feel bad and I still don’t know why, it starts to get irritating. You can say George has finally decide to say what he keep his since the beginning of the night, the determination on his eyes don’t lie.

-You says I’m your best friend but you say the same about Fred. You’re not serious, always sneaking with some dudes or girls. You’re everywhere and nowhere at the same time and I’m sick of it.

-What do you mean ?

-I’m not your first choice, even as a best friend. We’re both on the status and for all of the rest, Freddie is over me. He is the seductive one, he is the one who gets bitches whenever he wants. Tonight I could have chosen to pass it with a girl, but I didn't. Because I’m not like him, but nobody knows it.

So this is it. Insecurity, the most vulnerable side of George showing when he is left alone by his loved twin. Of course he’s not mad at Fred, George knows they are different and Fred is just acting the way he does. But he hates that fact, he can’t stand the way he is since nobody in school acknowledges his one personality. To everybody he is the same as Fred, when he really isn’t. I get the pain in this statement, it saddens me, but I don’t see why he blames me. And especially what my sex life has to do with it.

-I’m sorry you’re feeling it this way, it’s true pretty much everybody mixes you up here. But some people can tell the difference, I’m one of them.

-It changed nothing. You are my friend and that’s it.

He’s bitter, sour and angry. I start to see where it leads but I need to have more elements, maybe I’m just building things up. I use my most neutral voice in store to ask the essential question.

-What do you want from me then ?

He didn’t answer, which made me a little impatient and I started to be bitter myself. I don’t want to be played, we can talk as adults for god damn sake !

-Tell me George. Sex ? Lover ? Girlfriend ? I don’t know, feel free to add to the list ! But tell me !

-I don’t know !

-Liar. If you truly didn’t you wouldn't have brought my sexual life into the conversation.

-Shut up.

-Oh, now I have to stay quiet ? Grow a pear and tell me what you want from me !

-I want you ! In every way possible, I want you day and night !

I froze at his words, what the hell does that mean ? I open my mouth to answer something but no word comes out, I couldn’t be more speechless. It’s the biggest bomb dropping that was ever done to me, I truly didn’t see it coming. But George have a sharp gaze, he seems ready to devour me in too many ways. His anger is the fuel he needed to say everything and I don’t know when he's gonna stop.

-You may haven’t noticed but you hold such a power over me. Say my name and everything just stops. It’s that simple !

Since the beginning none of us has moved, we still sit on the ground, next to each other. We are ridiculously close for this kind of conversation (argument ?) but we are still not moving. Staring at each other, one burning of anger and the other too stunned to speak. I’m a fucking idiot, blind and fucking ridiculous to stay speechless in such a situation.

-Does it mean that … you love me ?

-I don’t want you like a best friend. I can’t say more, it’s the only thing I know.

The silence comes back, our gazes locked into each other. It may be wrong but I’m feeling something building up inside my guts, the urge to kiss him and even more. I want him, right now, at the top of the astronomy tower, no matter what. I never consider him this way, which is false. I did once, the first time I saw him.

-Did you know the first time I saw you, I wanted you. Not Fred or anybody else in this school, it was you. Your face is exquisite, I wanted it just for me. Between my legs to be honest, but also to look at me with a unique look. I think I understand you, I wanted you for days, unable to tell if it was mostly sexual, physical, platonic or romantic. I crushed on you so bad, when Fred pull me up to be his friend and I met you …

I swallow with difficulty, pronouncing words I thought I would never let out of my mind. Because of the friendship, because within the months the line blurred and I was thinking it was too late to hint at him.

-You are so lovely George, so sensitive, open minded and funny. Most of the time I don’t know if I want to hug you or to fuck you, but this is mostly because I’m a sexual person. I just want you everyday but never really in the same way, it’s like everyday is on a spectral. But I want you too, every fucking day.

I’m feeling bare in front of him, now he knows. Even being naked would be less uncomfortable right now, at least he would look at my body and not my fucked mind. He seemed surprised at first, then at peace, closing his eyes chuckling.

-Then we are the same.

-You are my first choice, you always were, even if I still don’t know in which category. Maybe all of them, since I want you in every way. That’s sound cheesy as fuck.

A laugh escapes from my throat, I can’t hold it back, it feels so relieving. Truth as been told and now we are at peace, together.

-What do you want to do now ?

-Right now ? With pure sincerity ?

-Of course, no filter needed.

-I want to ride you right here, I’m fucking wet. Is that okay for you ?

His eyes widen a little before he grins, lust bursting through his eyes. That side of him is so hot, I’m feeling my pussy becoming even more aroused. I really need him, at the second he said he’s up to this i climb him to kiss him. The passion is so intense I almost forget to breathe, when I hold back I take the opportunity to take off my top. The cold breeze on my bare breast is so satisfying, I need to be filled immediately or I fear losing my mind. I put my hands on his belt, undoing it to have access to his dick under the layer of fabrics. He didn’t seem surprised by my urge, letting me do it while he devoured me with his eyes.

-Hungry, aren’t you ?

-Definitely. I’ve waited so long for this moment, I think I could lose my sanity if it didn’t happen quickly.

-Wait to be on it to see if you don’t lose your sanity.

I look at him, amused by his tease. The boy really is sure of his capacity, which I don’t doubt. I finally get his hard dick out of his clothes, I take off my panty and position myself to be aligned with the object of my desire. I keep looking into his eyes to fully savor the moment, ready to go wild.

-We will see. Now be good to me.

I sit on his hard member, filling me in such a pleasant way. I moaned, he’s so big it’s good. I’m not the only one enjoying it, I hear him gasping too behind my closed eyes. I start moving up and down, getting faster and faster. My hands now on his shoulders, his mouth on one of my nipples, causing me to cry out loudly. Since he was so up to having public sex, I guess he didn’t mind me screaming my pleasure.

-Fuck George, you’re so good.

-You’re beautiful y/n, jumping on my dick like a slut.

-That’s right. Please pound me, I want it rough.

I’m absolutely shameless, ready to beg to have it my way. I highly doubt George will refuse me this but I don’t know how he can be at that moment. He could be a teaser, a big dominant one (and I would enjoy it so much). The next second I made my request, I’m on my back with George on top of me, still inside me. His face is so close to mine, his hot breath just arousing me even more.

-Are you sure ? I spare efforts.

-Yes I am.

-Any boundary ?

-None, I’m okay with everything. Don’t be afraid to choke me or hit me, I really like it. In fact, if you can do it, I'd be grateful.

-Perfect babe, you can always say stop. Get on all four.

He gets off of me and I move as asked, the second I’m in position I feel him inside of me, pushing hard. I bite my tongue, holding my moan of pleasure but damn it’s good. He tackles me to the ground, holding my head to the floor with his hand as he starts to pound me ruthlessly.

-Oh fuck !

-Shut your mouth or I don’t let you cum.

So I was right, he’s a dom, and really good at it. I bite my tongue, more and more at each thrust, to the point of tasting blood inside my mouth. Added to my boobs rubbing against the wooden floor, I’m feeling the weight inside me getting bigger. I’m not far away from coming, and George must know it since I am suddenly being pulled by my hair. Caught off guard, I little noise gets out of my mouth and the second after he spanks me so hard I’m sure I will have the mark of his hand on my cheek.

-Stay quiet I said.

He now puts his other hand around my throat, choking me lighty at first and then to the point I’m dazzled. My legs start to shake, it’s so much to take at once, I’m out. My walls tighten around his dick, then I feel his semen spills out inside me. He let go of my throat and my hair, letting me scream freely as the orgasm crushed me.

I can barely breath, my face leaning against the floor, only wearing a skirt (which is on my waist, my butt clearly exposed) and shoes. I can’t move but I feel so good in this position, just fucked in the best way by George Weasley. It’s better than I ever thought.

-Are you okay y/n ?

-More than okay Georgie.

I roll on my back, seeing him just next to me. He was still fully clothed, looking at me all flustered by the intensity of what we just had done. Playful, I spread my legs wide and start touching myself while our gazes are locked. I am never satisfied, I always want more, he should start getting used to it. The lust starts to sparkle again in his eyes, but he also seems shy all of a sudden, not sure if he can watch or not. I smile at him, founding it adorable.

-You just fuck the hell out of me, you can watch me masturbating darling. If you feel like it, you can do it too, I would love observing you doing that because of me.

I massage my clit gently, which is more than enough since I’m still on my previous orgasm. I love overstimulating, and I’m pretty close to coming again. I add more pressure and go faster, still looking at my lover who is already playing with his big hard cock. I can’t stop myself from dirty talk.

-You’re so big, I want your cock hitting the back of my throat.

-You can do deepthroat ?

-I do everything Georgie, that's why I’m so popular. I almost never say no.

The end of my last word is longer than needed since I cum hard while pronouncing it. My body is shaking again but it feels so relieving. I laughed with satisfaction, I squirted as I orgasm. George is watching with wide eyes, absolutely hypnotized by the scene and that’s a good compliment. He didn’t move his hand anymore, just in admiration of the beautiful creature in front of him. Feeling weak, I get on my knees and ask him to come here with a gesture of my finger.

-Come here big boy, it’s time to fuck my face.

Talking of face, his turns red. He didn’t move, stuttering intelligible words for unknown reasons.

-Don’t be shy, I’ll be honored to take you this way. Just, enjoy.

He finally came close, his hips being at the perfect height for me to do my thing. I stroke his cock with my hand but it’s already hard enough so I start licking the tip, making some circle with my tongue. His moan let me know he enjoyed it, so after a few seconds of it I put him inside my mouth, taking him as far as I can, to the point of my nose touching his pelvis. I look at him, putting my slutiest energy into me to encourage him to fuck my face. I can tell he’s impressed by my capacity to take him so well, and he didn’t take long before moving. Each thrust became faster and at some point, he just pulled my hair and pushed my head to be buried into his stomach for a few seconds. He praised me, saying I’m a good girl and I’m taking him so well. The whore inside of me is so happy of hearing that and even more of doing it, I could fuck him all night honestly. He let me breath a second after and then start to fuck my face again, kind of rough. I can’t help but touch myself again, fingering myself this time, loving being filled both ways. I got faster too, and I lost track of time, just enjoying the moment.

-Damn, I’m about to cum. Can I do it inside your mouth ?

As an answer, I take my fingers out of my pussy to hold his hips and take him as far as I can, making sure to not miss any drop. Actually I would have loved a facial but we are in public, so it would be for the next time.

-Fuck ! Y/n please !

He cummed at the back of my throat, filling it with his juice and making me violently cough. I get my head back to have his cock outside of my mouth, kind of choking on his sperm. And obviously as the dirty slut I am, I’m going back to touching myself, fingering myself with one hand and massaging my clit with the other. I barely breath, the semen struggling to flow down my throat. Which is exactly what gave me my third orgasm tonight.

-Oh God, that was fucking good.

I’m out of breath, feeling really good almost naked. I look at George, staring at me in surprise.

-You’re so kinky, it’s out of space.

-I told you I love choking, even more with your sperm I admit.

-That was hot.

-You know what is even hotter ? My body.

I get up to take off my shirt, now only dressed in sneakers. The wind makes my skin cold, my nipples hards and my heat is only getting bigger.

-I don’t want to get dressed, I want everybody to see me naked and with the mark of your hand on my butt. Actually I regret that you don’t have cum on my face, I would have been so pretty.

-You’re absolutely crazy. You really want all the schools to see you like that ?

-Can I tell you a secret ? I’m extremely kinky, and over all you have already seen, I also like to be humiliated. And surprised during sex, observed in public and being forced into sex. The last one is actually only when I’m in the mood, like right now. If a group of guy comes right now and wants to fuck me, I would be a whore for that.

That’s also really personal, I never have talked of this kink with anyone else. I’m not really ashamed of it but I know very well what image it gives me. George will not judge me, I’m sure of that, I can see it on his face. He discovers and takes note, he will be one of my better lovers for sure. I'm too confident right now to care if he is judgemental towards me, he doesn't seem like at least.

-Well, we all have our kinks. I would like to be this confident with mine.

-Tell me then, I promised to not judge. Maybe we could achieve it together next time ...

-Okay, but before anything you should get dressed. I love watching your goddess body but I don't want you getting sick because of your exhibition kink.

I giggle, pick up my clothes before putting them on. I found my panty and pulled it into his hand, giving him a little souvenir of this night before siting on his laps. I put my arms around him, creating a warm atmosphere associated with a big smile.

-Well, now tell me everything and in detail please.

[starlightswordfight]

FINALLY HC POSTING ABOUT THE KOPPAITES!!!!

– alph is not cis I don't know what to tell you. I personally really really like transmasc alph but I think it works in any direction you want to take it

– my god he is the second youngest of fifteen siblings. did not ever know an ounce of privacy OR of peace and quiet until he moved out, and now is incredibly sensitive to noise. he loves his family so dearly but It Got Loud In There. uses noise cancelling headphones during his work ONLY when it is safe for him to do so

– god awful sleep schedule PLEASE help him get out

– has an alarm for literally everything

– I think he would enjoy scrapbooking if he knew what it was

– makes this face often

– brittany, to my knowledge, is the only person in all four games to have a dress-like spacesuit! I like to think she made the adjustments herself or specifically requested for hers to look like that somehow

– wears glasses because of astigmatism. as it can be hereditary, this also applies to nelle. they're cousins but a LOT of their side of the family has it so they just are coping

– used to collect a lot of physical books but kept forgetting to actually read them and now she downloads books instead and also forgets where the downloads are so we are getting NO reading in

– she has a bad habit of hanging onto everything "in case we need it someday" and I mean EVERYTHING. she's working on it we're doing better

– she loves board games!! she also gets Very Very Competitive

– this one is kind of canon if you pay attention but I want to note anyway that she sleeps like a rock. when she's out she's out. hydrogen bomb detonation would not startle her

– charlie should've been an ornithologist and I do not know why he isn't one. I think he just keeps his interests separate from his work. ignore the rubber ducky rescue missions

– he's good friends with nelle, actually! went to her once when elizabeth was under the weather

– in canon he has also interacted with dobbs in the past, though they've since stopped interacting, which I believe is because of a falling out/some kind of big argument that they both regret but still refuse to work out

– gives his friends additional rubber ducks For Luck

– that overinflated ego is, to a degree, exaggerated. charlie in actuality is not half as confident as he acts. fake it til you make it

– walks into rooms then leaves the door open when he walks out and everyone hates it

– dobbs has a lot of scars, actually! the vast majority of them do not have any dramatic or harrowing reasoning. they're all mishaps. has one on his arm from trying to cook once and leaning it on the hot ass pan like I did and now it won't ever go away. the Battle with the Mashed Potato Ball

– WORLD'S WORST LIAR

– has a lot of different proficiencies/certifications, and some are very ... very specific. glad to know that you can forklift, don

– talks like "now listen here, pal" and "newsflash buddy" sometimes

– most likely to have a comically large backpack with every item in it would be don

– he should be good at cooking as a treat. this took years of practice; the mashed potato ball incident was a means to an end. I can't keep referencing my own leftover scar backstory. can they even fucking eat vegetables post cancelled everyone go home

– nelle has a debilitating caffeine dependency

– I think she should be a secret nerd for enrichment purposes. get her in tabletop and it's all over

– she has those mugs with the really really overly specific messages on them like how some t-shirts do it and none of them apply to her

– prone to migraines. they may be chronic. I'm sorry nelle I love you

– hi! my personal hc is that her and brittany are cousins. I just know that canonically they are Not sisters but basically anything else goes? anyway brittany's auntie bea is nelle's mom

– type of person to bring more than one umbrella when it's raining

– hi so yorke and dobbs while on pnf-404 have definitely directly worked with schnauz about perfecting the treasure apprasial AI

– energy drinks are to yorke what coffee is to nelle. don is so deeply worried about them both

– had an emo phase and only escaped it partially

– REALLY GOOD at procrastinating

– I know this man has shrimp posture. that has GOT to hurt

– yorke has more than definitely made really overly complicated machines/systems before to solve really mundane or stupid problems. "they call me the goldberg" "they WHAT?"

[l0v3tast3]

𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭 — john mactavish

♡ summary: as much as he loves to brag about how lovely his girlfriend is to the rest of the team (and anyone who will listen), john still has one secret that he keeps to himself.

♡ tags: fem!reader, succubus!reader, no plot just porn, size kink, shy reader, john tells simon about the sex with you (consensually), oral sex, creampie, fluff sprinkled in, not proofread ofc

♡ word count: 3,753 (the counter says it's 69 paragraphs hehe)

♡ author's note: i have no excuse for this. it is pure filth, but i think that's the usual for me tbh

lately, simon was starting to really get annoyed with john.

he could handle the man's constant need to shift his weight if he wasn't already pacing or moving freely, and he could handle when john would talk incessantly on their off-duty hours together. but now it was getting excessive.

john had upgraded from fidgety to antsy, which was much more irritating in simon's opinion. it wasn't yet a cause for concern of distraction on the job; john made sure to not cross that line, at least (he was still like that on missions, just internally).

the really annoying thing to simon about john's ramblings, both sober and drunken, was that they were all about you, his oh-so cute girlfriend. the team knew so much about you and had never even met you. they knew your favorite food, ice cream flavor, movie and tv show- they even knew your favorite nail polish color.

simon knew more than the others. he knew he should have left john passed out with his face pressed to the sticky bar surface for price or kyle to deal with, but he had probably had one too many, so he helped guide the man back to their hotel and their respective rooms. once simon had made sure john tumbled onto his bed safely, he just about darted out of john's room and into his own.

the reason being that the entire way back, john hadn't shut up about a moment he was particularly proud of with you. he had described it in great detail, as much as simon had tried to tell him to stop (half-heartedly, at most).

john told him about the time that he'd made you cum from just rubbing your nipples and kissing your neck. you were sitting in his lap with your back to his chest, stripped down to your panties. he made sure to mention how small you were against him, as always (it was obvious how much he loved it). he told simon about how he wrapped his arms - huge compared to your own - around you to trap you against him.

apparently, this had been towards the beginning of your relationship, and you were just so shy around him once he got you undressed (simon honestly wouldn't have guessed that that was john's type). it was slow-going trying to get you more and more bare for him, but it was worth it, in his words. so once he had you where he wanted you, finally, he just couldn't let you go.

he claimed he barely had to touch you to get you to start shaking, just running his hands over your sides and stomach and legs and just about wherever he could reach did the trick. you were so soft, according to him, so pliant under the press of his calloused hands. then he kissed the shell of your ear, then behind it, then down your neck and shoulder, and you were whining for him and rolling your head back against his shoulder.

and when he started pinching and tugging and rolling your nipples between his thumbs and pointer fingers, you were arching your back and clawing at his arms. you were just so sensitive, he had never met anyone like you.

simon was mentally begging john to stop at that point, but they still had a couple more blocks and an entire elevator ride up nine floors to go. of course, john started telling a new little anecdote, this time talking about how pretty the noises you make always are for him.

john just couldn't help it. he needed everyone to know how lucky he was that you both found each other. plus, there was a little part of him that liked seeing the jealous glint behind the eyes of his teammates, how they shifted in their seats a little to try to subtly make their pants less tight. it was always funny to him.

but despite how much he ran his mouth, there was one secret that he never told anyone, not even simon.

a week after the walk back to the hotel, john was jumping out of a taxi and running up to the door of your shared home. since the second he had walked out for his mission three weeks ago, he had been aching to see you, hug you, kiss you, be inside you. he always felt all that, though, even when you were together.

the door wasn't even fully closed behind him before his duffel bag was discarded on the floor and you were in his arms. he scooped you up, wrapped your legs around his waist and held you with one arm under your bottom and one around your back, snaking up to the back of your head to press you further into your shared kiss. it was desperate and hungry; you both stayed like that for awhile before he pulled away to get a good look at you.

that was a little hard to do now, though, because you wouldn't stop moving. grinding your hips into his, dipping your head to bite and kiss and lick at his face and neck and trying to get your hands under his jacket to feel more of him.

"hah- missed ya' too, bonnie," john whispered with a grin. he was already moving to the bedroom, a few more broad steps and he was laying you down underneath him. you frowned when he left more space between you two, still squirming to get closer to him.

he noticed something next to him, one of his coats, bundled on the bed, next to his shirt, his pants, more shirts; it looked like you had piled over half of his wardrobe around you on the bed before he came back. his pillows were the only ones left, as you'd thrown yours into a forgotten corner of the room.

john found you like this a lot after he'd been gone for more than a couple of weeks. you would make a nest out of anything that smelled like him still. one time (multiple times, you always denied it with red painting your face) he came home and found you desperately grinding against his pillow, practically in tears because it just wasn't enough, it wasn't him.

but now you had him, and he wasn't doing anything to you, despite your whines and pleas and your hands tugging clumsily at the zipper of his jacket. john just kneeled over you, taking in your pretty face. the curve of your nose, your puffy lips that begged so sweetly, your eyes that lit up so adorably whenever he came into view, john loved all of it, all of you, so damn much. he knew he'd never forget what you looked like, even if you were separated for years, he'd remember. but seeing you again after he came back was like finding an oasis in the sahara. he loved looking at you, tracing the patterns of your skin with his eyes, his fingers, his mouth.

your whines turned to giggles as he laid ticklish kisses over your cheeks and nose and eyes, keeping one hand beside you for support and bringing the other up to cup the side of your face and thread through the roots of your hair. his touch fed into you, warming you up again after you'd been cold for weeks.

john finally met your lips with his again, putting his weight on his knees that were parting your legs and using both hands to cup your face. if you hadn't been wearing only his shirt, he'd already be stripping you down, but the sight made his heart melt even more (it was already a puddle, pouring out of him and into you).

one of his hands moved to the base of your neck again while the other slid up to gently wrap around one of the little curved horns poking out of the top of your head and tugged. your body jerked with a sharp gasp and whimper.

"johnny, you're bein' mean," you grumbled, your hands making fists in his now-exposed t-shirt. he was wearing too many layers.

"i'm sorry, sweetheart," john claimed with a smile that said he definitely wasn't. "yer just so damn cute, yeah?" your flushed cheeks stained a shade deeper, and you tried to play it off by getting your hands under his shirt and pushing it up.

he finally conceded, leaning up to shrug off his jacket and pull his shirt over his head. you watched with wide eyes, wanting to feel every inch he revealed, kiss it all over and make him so happy and relaxed after his long time away. there were bruises and cuts littering him again. they were usually already closed up and fading by the time he got back, but you always frowned and traced your hands over them, wishing you had the power to magically heal him (john already felt pretty healed with you beneath him).

despite your wandering hands and your whispers to let you take care of him, he knew what you really wanted, really needed, because it was the same thing he did. you needed him to fuck his cum into you.

that was john's secret, along with your little dark red horns and the long, skinny tail that ended with a heart behind you. if he told his teammates that he had a succubus as a girlfriend, they'd call him into a mental institution on the spot.

you didn't drain him, though (not in any bad way at least); you made him feel so alive. he could hear his heart beating faster in his own head with each shared touch, could feel his blood run hot just from looking at you.

he bent over you again, this time to slowly start pushing his your shirt up from where it ended a few inches above your knees. you weren't even wearing panties; john groaned as he looked down between you at where you both wanted him most. he always planned to take his time, kiss his way down your body and give every bit of you so much attention, but he reasoned with himself that he would do that in your next round as he gave you a quick, firm kiss and shuffled down.

you were already soaked, your juices coating your inner thighs and running down to add to a wet spot that he was just now noticing had already been there.

"ohh, sweetheart, were ya touchin' yourself before i got home?" john teased, his shit-eating grin growing ever wider. he kneaded your doughy thighs, using big hands to hold you in place and work you up even more. you shook your head and whined out a "no", but he knew you were lying. your hips were already bucking up towards his face that was still inches away from your core.

"tha's alright, lass, as long as you were thinkin' of me." he shifted away then; your dazed confusion disappeared quickly when he tugged you easily down to the end of the bed so he could kneel. your legs were pushed up with his hands gripping the backs of your thighs, resting your ankles on his shoulders.

as soon as he flattened his tongue against your entrance you were arching your back, pressing your hips as far into him as he would let you. your sharp nails went up to dig into his forearms while he started lapping up all the juices leaking out of you with a moan.

it was almost too much, your nerves sparking all throughout your body from the sudden onslaught of your boyfriend being home, finally. you honestly didn't think he understood just how much you missed him while he was away; you were bound to him, after all, your souls intertwined, ever since your first time together.

john always thought you were just really shy, and you were (especially for a succubus, of all things), but it was also because you wanted to take things slow. you had explained it to him through stuttered words and a red face that basically, sleeping together for the first time would be like a contract between you both spiritually. something that couldn't be broken without someone dying. it wasn't that you didn't want to have sex with him (just being around him made your legs a little shaky), you needed him to understand the gravity of it all. and he did, and he still cupped your face and kissed you until you were sure he knew.

so maybe he did understand how much you missed him. with the way he was sucking on your puffy clit while gliding two thick fingers in and out of you, you began to think he felt the same ache, the same emptiness in him as you did while he was away.

you came fast, one hand clawing fresh marks all over the arm still gripping your thigh while your other dug into his grown-out hair (you loved the mohawk just as much, but you were always a little sad when he shaved the sides down again the day after he would get home). your tail, freed from under your back as it arched high, wrapped around the forearm of the fingers he had working into you. he slowed down a little to prolong your orgasm more, letting your legs down from their pressed position and smoothing his free hand across your stomach comfortingly. he didn't move his mouth away until your body started twitching and you were able to make noises again.

withdrawing his fingers, he made sure to lick you from your entrance to your clit one more time before he came back up to your face, smiling down at you again as he kissed you. it was slow and loving; john always made sure you felt so loved, even after he would fuck you until you lost consciousness (you were too stubborn to tap out, how could you when it always felt so good?).

when he pulled away he replaced his lips on your mouth with the fingers that had just been inside you, still wet. you closed your lips around them on instinct and john moaned again.

"everythin' about ya, sweetheart- steamin' jesus," he muttered, mostly to himself as he watched you suck his fingers clean.

you were already reaching down to fumble with his belt; you were so insatiable, so needy for him, and he adored it. john thanked god everyday for all of his endless training to finally be worth it, because thanks to it he had the stamina to keep up with you (and more).

john took pity on you and pulled his fingers out of your mouth and pulled back to undo his belt and pants. he was stripped down to nothing in no time, easily hoisting you back up towards the middle of the bed.

"told the guys about ya," he started, running his hands up your sides to drag your shirt up again. his thumbs glanced over your breasts to earn a whimper from you. "told simon 'bout the time i made ya cum from just this." the shirt was thrown to the side, added to the mess around you, and he gave your nipples quick pinches. you squeaked and grabbed onto his wrists, a breathy moan escaping while he continued. "remember that? you were such a skittish little thing back then, it was so much fun teasin' you- still is."

your face was painted cherry red (a sight john loved too much) as he told you what he had relayed to his friends. you had never met any of them, but he always told you about them and what they're like. meeting them was something you'd always wanted to do in passing, if only to learn more about the man hovering over you, but now you didn't think you'd be able to look them in the eyes.

as embarrassed as you were, john could feel the liquid gushing out of you onto his cock as he rubbed it against your pussy. "you like them knowing, don't ya sweetheart? knowin' how easy it is to make my pretty lass cum- should i invite them to come watch? you want them to watch me fuck you?"

you were about to shake your head "no", because how could you admit that just the thought of his teammates watching him use you like a toy made you almost cum? he cut off your half-hearted protest by pushing inside of you, bullying his big dick into you to the hilt in one go, and any semblance of thought you may have had was gone.

he stayed like that, hips pressed flat against yours, and started to grind down into you; you could feel the head of his cock pressing against your cervix. your mind went haywire, babbles of "mmh, john!" and "please, please, please!" slurring from your swollen lips.

"think you'd like that, bonnie, think you would a lot," he mumbled against your neck, switching between sucking and biting every bit of skin he could reach. one of his hands held your leg to your chest while the other was under your back, pressing it into an arch, his nails digging in.

he knew he was definitely right about that when you tightened down around him, your nails clawing down his back again. he grunted, pushing your hips deeper into the mattress with his own as he started fucking you slowly.

you were already such a mess, but he just couldn't stop himself. "maybe i'll just invite simon over first, yeah? know he wants to get his hands on ya, sweetheart, wouldn't ya like that?"

words wouldn't form in your mouth so you whined, trying to shake your head "no" again. as much as the idea turned you on more and more, you didn't want any of his friends, you wanted him. you hoped the hand gripping his hair and the other holding onto his shoulder got the message across (of course it did, he just knew you so well).

"mm- you're right, wouldn't ever share ya with them," he groaned, kissing his way up your jaw and then your lips again, using the hand on your back to cup your face and thread his fingers through your hair. "besides, i'm already enough for ya, right, sweetheart?"

he started thrusting faster while his hand inched up to your horns to tug again, and as soon as he did, you were cumming. your body went rigid, knuckles white with the grip you had on john. he kept his pace, his hips snapping almost harshly.

a choked sob was the first sound to leave your lips as you came back down from your high, and every part of your body tightened, trying to both run away and take more at the same time. greed won out quickly when john didn't let up, and soon you were arching up into him to feel as much of his skin as you could.

"needy little thing." he started kissing your neck again in between his words. "missed bein' able to fuck this cunt for hours. that's what you want, isn't it? c'mon, lass, use your words for me," he said; you could hear the smile in his voice, felt it against your shoulder.

all you could manage was to say "yes" and "please", the rest coming out as mumbles and high-pitched moans.

john sped up again, his thrusts getting uneven. through your haze you could tell he was getting close, and your pleas for him to fuck you turned into you begging him to cum inside you. he groaned loudly, one hand gripping your hair and the other snaking down to start rubbing your clit.

"want me to fill ya up? yeah, know ya do bonnie, know ya missed my cum in you, i did too, hah, so much-" the rush of him invading every sense of your body made you cum again, and then he was too, driving his hips so far into yours that it pushed you up the bed. the faint warmth spreading through your abdomen was enough to make you go completely limp underneath him.

john half-collapsed onto you, making sure to keep enough of his bodyweight off of you as to not crush you. it was quiet for a few moments, only you're soft whines and giggles and the sound of him pressing kisses all over your face audible.

a choked moan escaped him when you started grinding your hips up into his again; you had accepted long ago that he was right to call you "needy". his hand still gripping your hair tightened, and his other shot down to press you down and stop your movement.

"give me a minute, would ya lass?" he grunted, but you could already feel him getting hard inside you again.

hours later, when the little digital clock on john's bedside table read "03:11" in bold red numbers, he was still fucking you. your voice was shot and your bones had basically been liquified, and john's brain was incessantly telling him to just wrap you in his arms and go to sleep, but he kept fucking you in slow, languid thrusts that dragged against every nerve and reached so deep inside you.

"last one, sweetheart, promise," he mumbled against your cheek. you whimpered again. you were always ready, always wanting for more, but even a succubus has their limits.

he made sure you came one last time before he did (he truly believed it would be a crime not to), holding you against him and grunting against your lips.

as you both came down, pressing lazy kisses against each other, john rolled you both over so you were splayed across his chest while he laid on his back. sweat and cum and spit covered both of you but you were both already falling asleep, too spent and happy to care until you woke up.

before he let himself shut down for the next fourteen hours, john pressed a kiss against the top of your head, between your two little horns and rested an arm over your back, holding you closer to him again.

his last coherent thoughts consisted of just how happy he was to be back home with you, safe in your arms and your shared home. one fleeting thought appeared, just before he slipped into his dreams: he now had more stories to torment simon with.

[notdiabolika]

What do you think would happen if yui suddenly shrank ? Like if she got cursed by the potion that shrinks her what do you think would happen?

What if Yui became VERY small? 🌸

[Português]

A man's voice resounds through the empty church: "Confess your sins." Bare feet walk on the icy ground, It’s covered in shattered stained glass windows A strange painless path, To the silver bottle on the altar. "Drink me," the note reads.

The flavor is strange, But as soon as the last drop touches her lips The maiden opens her eyelids And finds darkness again ——

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"This... Is a dream, isn't it?"

So confused, she slides her hands through the covered fort, discovering that she almost drowned in it as she emerges. It's tiny. Getting out of bed would be an arduous task of ziplining through the sheets, so she sat on her pillow until someone came to see her.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened... I just had a weird nightmare and... I woke up like this."

She tells the Sakamakis everything she has seen in an exasperated tone. It's only a matter of time before everyone else finds out what happened.

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"What? Don't tell me you became small because of a dream..."

He lets out (at least) a nasal laugh when he hears this story while finding it scary. Whoever is behind this is quite powerful, and childish too.

"I think that is what you get for hanging out with vampires like us... You know, it is more comfortable to hear your voice like that, quieter."

Despite his comments, he strives to keep her safe. After all, if something happened, "the responsibility would fall on my shoulders.”

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“... Do you seriously drink from an unlabeled bottle and expect to have no side effects? What nonsense."

He is disappointed and even angry with the situation, believing it would be easy to avoid. 

"Luckily for you, potions rarely have lifetime durability, so I believe the effects are not permanent. Anyway, I'll seek an antidote."

Having access to several books and archives, he does intense research work to make her body return to its original size as soon as possible.

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"Pancake, you're the size of a cockroach..."

Will he bully her? Of course, because "it's your fault for being so careless". But the truth behind his dry banter is that he's stressed, thinking about how he will keep something so small safe.

"How do you expect Yours Truly to drink your blood like this? What a pain... You better get back to normal soon!"

Ayato will fight for mini Yui's attention anyway, he doesn't want her fleeing to any other guy at a time like this.

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"How DARE you do this to us?! What will happen if Teddy needs sewing? Uu... you're so selfish..."

First, he cries, because the sweets she bakes, the tea parties, and all the other plans she made for the two are ruined.

"You know... I might as well crush you with the sole of my shoe. But I will have mercy... if you fit my dolls' dresses, of course."

He starts treating her and playing as if Yui were a real doll, and if she cooperates, he may become more lenient. Or not.

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"Aww... little bitch looks so adorable... It seems like you will need our help for a long, long time."

He finds the situation funny instead of complaining and teases her a lot for having fallen into such a trap.

"What's it like to watch me be so much bigger than you? Does this size difference make you excited? Fufu... It's a shame there's nothing we can do like this."

A fraction of him is satisfied by caring for Yui, stroking her head, and helping her get around, even if it's problematic. Maybe he would even feel a little vulnerable and sensitive for that reason.

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“... What the fuck? How did this happen?"

No one is more confused than him. Now Subaru has to ensure his brothers don't hurt such a delicate version of Yui.

"Give her some space! She can't breathe with all of you taking her oxygen and talking like a bunch of parrots. It's even hurting my ears."

Definitely takes the prize for being the most stressed out in this situation, can't wait for Reiji to find an antidote because he can't take this anymore and it’s only been five minutes.

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Choosing Sakamakis to answer that request was definitely a big mistake XD

The monologue at the beginning had a slight reference to the plot of Lunatic Parade, so consider this mess a whole work by Count Walter. How small Yui actually got is debateable, and I wouldn't take the boy's words at face value.

I would like to thank the anonymous person who sent me such an exotic idea, it was fun to explore and think about how they would react.

Have a nice day ✨

[strawb3rryshake]

my headcanons, thoughts, and ideas about richard cameron

I wrote these while taking character notes, so it’s messy and unorganised and I hope you enjoy!

- he cares so much about his friends, he just doesn’t explicitly show it

- he does a lot in order to not get left out. tbh he probably wouldn’t have joined the dps if he didn’t think he’d get kicked out of the group otherwise. he may be a jerk at times but deep down he’s really grateful that the others put up with him and even enjoyed his company

- ^i feel like this is part of his reason for turning everyone in. maybe they’d hate him forever afterwards but at least they’d still be around.

- definitely a teacher’s pet, reminds the teacher about homework (he gets called a suck up a lot, mostly by charlie)

- he’s that kid that teachers pair with the bad kids so he can be a good influence on them (cough cough rooming him with Charlie)

- he’s very blunt and judgemental but I think it’s to deflect attention from himself

- ^he cares a lot about his reputation and is very protective of himself, so he’s quick to be defensive if someone attacks him or his actions/beliefs. therefore, as long as he judges others, he keeps the judgement off himself (or, at least, he thinks that’s how it works)

- any hobbies he has that doesn’t help his career path/future he keeps hidden away (i believe the perksofbeingapoet tumblr started the dancer cameron headcanon, and for that i love you /p)

- he’s an effective teacher if you ask him for help with schoolwork, but he’s really blunt and he’s not gonna sympathise with you (so if you’re rejection sensitive like me, good luck.)

- not a germaphobe per-say but he’s impeccably neat. his room is spotless. he never goes a morning without making his bed. if there’s something messy in his room (or… his side of the room, bc charlie’s much less neat) you can safely assume something’s bothering him.

- he’s extremely opinionated and won’t shy away from a debate no matter what it’s about. if he loses a debate, he goes and researches the topic further (usually to find more support for his side, but sometimes it’s just curiosity)

- his fear of breaking rules stops him from doing a lot, so I think he’s more laid back away from school. would still tell you to stop if you were doing something embarrassing or causing a public disturbance, but he’s a much more likely to crack a smile and let things slide when he doesn’t feel like he’s constantly under watch and having to be perfect

- also the whole “perfect boy, teacher’s favourite” thing is a lot to uphold so i think someday he’s gonna crack under the pressure and finally snap.

anyway, i just think he’s neat. i have more headcanons brewing in the back of my head so maybe i’ll make a part two soon :)