#like i get it possessive dragon i like it too but. hear me out. jealous both of them

[redcallisto]

Danstelle week 2023 Day 4 - Secret Relationship | Jealousy

(R-L)

[targaryen-dynasty]

SET ME ALIGHT AGAIN.

Cregan Stark x female!Targaryen!Reader (Part 2 here)

"It was on request of your younger brother's small council that Lord Cregan Stark agreed to take you to the North with him to prevent you from succumbing to grief like your aunt did. And now it's at his hands that the haze in your eyes is replaced by an emotion you haven't felt in so long, an emotion he’s giving back to you. And you let it flood you."

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT—MDNI; p in v, oral (fem receiving), angst (?), breeding kink, size kink, size difference, romantic fucking in front of the fireplace, afab reader, post dance of the dragons

WORDS: 4.8 K

NOTES: I dedicate this to @sylasthegrim. You're not only one of the few people I really grew fond of in the short time we truly got to know each other, but since both our minds basically came down to the same idea, this is for you! Thanks for beta reading this. 💕

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

You’ve been in Winterfell for a moon’s turn by now, and have quickly noticed that the ancestral castle possesses a beauty and calmness the Red Keep can be jealous of. But even that isn’t enough to make you feel at home – as if you could ever call a place your home again. Not after you’ve witnessed almost everyone in your family, no matter whether you liked them or not, perish at the hands of each other. 

It was on request of your younger brother, now dubbed King Aegon the third, or rather of his small council that Lord Cregan Stark agreed to take you to the North with him to prevent you from succumbing to grief like your aunt did. And while you’re grateful for the chance to flee the one place that has caused you more hurt than good, riding in a carriage up to the far North like a commoner wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

But how else should you have gotten there when your precious mount died along its kind as the common people stormed the Dragonpit?

For the past month, you’ve very rarely seen the sun – or anyone else than your maids. 

Your days are spent in your chambers, not leaving the safety of the Guest House as you often try to find the sleep you can’t seem to get at night. And during the night, when the Hour of the Owl strikes and no light other than that of the moon reaches Winterfell, one often finds you wandering the quiet halls of the castle. Sometimes one even spots you outside in the Godswood, regardless of the low temperatures that make the three pools fed by an underground hot spring look even more inviting. 

But warmth and comfort are never what you’re after. 

You feel incredibly daring tonight, sitting beneath the ancient weirwood tree on one of its roots. Although there is a thick fur coat draped around your frame, the thin nightgown beneath does not allow you to be kept as warm as one usually desires, your bare feet hidden inside of the coat not a big help either. 

Tiptoeing barefoot through the snow was the hardest part, but it was worth it as it gave you exactly what your body longs for. 

You’re far too absorbed by the reflection of the moon dancing on the pool of black water beneath the tree, and the peaceful allure of the snow-covered night that you don’t notice you’re not alone anymore.  

“Princess?” a husky voice rings out from the shadows, one you’d even recognize in a room full of loud and drunken men. 

Almost as if he doesn’t want to startle you, the tall frame of the Lord of Winterfell approaches you without any sudden moves, becoming more visible with the moonlight shining down on him. “What are you doing out here this late?”

Only when he’s stopping not far away from you do you avert your eyes from him to the water again. “I could ask you the same, Lord Stark,” you reply softly. 

A chuckle rumbles in his chest at your remark, and you can’t help the tint of heat hearing it brings to your cheeks. “Indeed you could,” he says. “I have not slept well, and the night has a peaceful allure. But you should not be out in the open without any guards, especially not this late at night.”

You drag your index finger through the snow at your side, drawing a mindless pattern in the dark as you do not pay any mind to his words. “And why is that, Lord Stark?” you ask, a certain snarkiness to your tone. “There is nothing worse that could happen to me than what I have already endured.”

Cregan sighs, and even in the dim light you can make out that he’s scratching his stubble covered chin. “And yet, should something else happen to you, I would not like myself for neglecting you and not protecting you just as I have sworn to the king,” he explains. “Besides, there is a cold chill in the air that I can not believe you are not feeling right now.”

“Perhaps that is the answer you’ve been looking for, my lord,” you mumble. “Perhaps I came here to feel something.”

The Wolf of the North doesn’t immediately answer you. Instead, there lingers a pause between you. But it’s not uncomfortable or feels as though it doesn't pass, no, you find yourself to actually enjoy his company. 

His next words, however, even surprise you as you didn’t think he was capable of it. “Feeling the cold of the snow has its way to make one feel alive, that much is true,” he agrees, and then looks up to the dark sky. “You wish to feel something else than the pain of the absence of the people you’ve lost in this war, I understand… I think.”

His words make the feeling of emptiness, the hollowing ache of loss just worse, while at the same time, he seems to know the feeling of craving pain when you’re just so used to it. 

“This cold bite, the chill that lingers on the skin — no one should want to feel it, Princess. It makes even my bones shake, do you know that? Surely you must be shivering, and we should be getting you inside. I should be getting you inside.”

You know he‘s right. While his words are blunt in nature, they are very much that of truth. You shouldn’t be out here, nor should you want to be out here. There‘s nothing to enjoy about this cold chill and the snow, not when you‘re as sparsely dressed as you are. You‘re not yet used to the chill of Winterfell, of the North. 

Cregan offers you his hand, but you‘re still hesitant to take it. Albeit you reach out, your significantly smaller hand hovers over his, not yet grabbing it. “You‘re not exactly wearing proper attire to be out in this wretched cold for very long,“ he remarks. “Let me help you get up, your feet must be in agony by now.“

“And what if I don‘t want to?“

“Then I will still get you up.“ There is a tinge of amusement in his voice now, seeing this little bit of rebelliousness from you, your strength of mind. Even if he doesn’t exactly approve of it. “I shall simply pick you up myself, throw you over my shoulder, and carry you inside to your chambers, even though I‘d get you quite angry and don‘t imagine you want me to do just that.“

You don’t believe he actually has the gumption to do something like that at first, although you know he’s able to muster a decent amount of strength that would easily allow him to lift you up. But then, you wonder if he would truly do it if challenged. “Try that, if you dare, my lord.”

He lets out a snort of amusement, enjoying the teasing that slowly shapes between you two. It still is a challenge, and as a man of his station, he could never let words like this go unspoken. “Oh, I dare, Princess.” 

Putting forth his arm, he wraps his fingers around your wrist and easily pulls you forwards onto your feet without applying too much pressure. You’re certainly caught off guard by his actual willingness to lift you up, and a squeal escapes your lips before you’re tossed on his strong shoulder as if you are some silly, helpless girl. 

Cregan carries you through the Godswood and towards the Guest House, though you don’t resist too much as you’re hanging there over his shoulder – a part of you is grateful you don’t have to walk through the snow with your bare feet once more. 

“Lord Stark, put me down at once!” you demand with a little twinge of laughter in your voice. You feel so light, much lighter than you imagine he’s used to lifting up, almost as if it’s taken all of the pressure off your shoulders. 

But when there doesn’t come an answer from him, you grow slightly frustrated. “What if anyone sees, you madman!” you remark, embarrassment warming your cheeks. 

“Madman? That’s rich coming from the woman who was willing to freeze to death in the snow,” he says jokingly, approaching the large doors. “Who do you think could see us at this hour, princess? The rats? And what if they do? What if someone sees me carrying the poor princess, who had the gall to get out of her bed after midnight and wander the Godswood while in her nightgown?” Although there is amusement in his voice, you also notice the faintest hint of flirtation laced within. “Will they judge me for carrying her, or would they judge her for her imprudent midnight excursion?”

You stay silent thrown over his shoulder, not sure how to reply. You thought you had a good comeback, but it seems Cregan is one step ahead of you. The flirtatious teasing you’ve heard catches you off guard, not expecting to hear it from him at all. It makes your cheeks flush with even more embarrassment when you notice that he’s actually right. But you don’t want to admit the truth in what he’s said. 

“You mock me, but you shall see there would be much scandal if someone were to see this,” you retort, trying to keep calm as you’re now a little bit flustered by these sudden developments. “Besides,” you say, trying to remain unbothered and nonchalant, “who says I won’t tell a tale of you being the imprudent one?”

“Ah, you little rascal,” Cregan replies with a chuckle, giving your thigh a tight squeeze. “I see you’d find a way to turn the tides and have it end up with me being the bad guy, taking my chances on a vulnerable woman in the guise of protecting her.”

You’re clearly enjoying the teasing a tad too much, enjoying these quick and witty back-to-backs with him, taking your mind off of your grief. Drawing in a deep breath, you hold onto Cregan’s thick coat. “What would you have been protecting me from, Lord Stark?” you ask with feigned innocence. “Were the trees too menacing that you just had to sweep me off my feet to carry me away from their clutches?”

“No, I am afraid it was not the trees that had me worried, Princess,” Cregan replies as he brings you further into the Guest House, easily opening the door to the sleeping quarters with one hand. “The cold was the greater menace, and it had you in its grasp.”

Your words die in your throat when he puts you down on your bed, the soft furs very welcomed beneath your cold feet. You look up at him with wide eyes and a heaving chest as he towers over your significantly smaller frame, and you wait for him to make the next move. 

There’s a moment of silence between you, obviously he’s considering his next words. 

And boy do they disappoint you. “I shall make sure a fire is lit for you to warm yourself, princess,” he says, turning around to approach the hearth on the other side of the room. 

Cregan crouches down to build and start a small fire in the hearth that should last the night, not wanting you to stay too cold. But you wouldn’t be a thoroughbred dragon if it didn’t mean for you to take any risks. And so you get onto your cold feet, the coat still draped around your shoulders sliding down to the ground. 

Feeling a bit too exposed too quickly, you grab one of the thick fur blankets laying on your bed instead and wrap it around your frame, before you tiptoe towards the large wolf kneeling in front of the fireplace. 

“I have something different in mind,” you speak softly. Cregan, startled by your words and your sudden approach, turns around and faces you as he rises to his feet. You reach and bury your hands in the collar of his coat, the blanket falling to the ground in the process, and when you use your grip to pull him close, you find that he does not shy away in the least – if anything, he follows the tug to connect your lips in a heated kiss. 

He brings his large hands to your waist with ease, and presses his body against yours. The wolf feels like he’s drowning in you, in your lips, your warmth, your presence and scent. Wanting to lose himself in the moment, in you, his hands wander lower to your hips. 

“I did not expect you to do this tonight,” he breathes against your lips, breaking the silence. 

“And I did not expect some things from you tonight either,” you reply, breathlessly, voice breaking with every breath you take. “Is that a bad thing?”

His voice is low and smooth as he speaks, shaking his head. “Quite the contrary.” There is a flirtatious smile on his lips, and a playfulness you haven’t seen before in his gray eyes. It’s as if that small spark between you has quickly evolved into an inferno that now burns bright in the both of you. 

It’s a fierce and burning kiss when your lips connect once more, fueled by the fires coursing through your veins. You release a soft whimper with his large paws trailing over your sides, feeling the fabric of your nightgown. 

“If we continue this, I won’t be able to stop myself,” he rasps.

You tilt your head back to look at him, a cheeky grin on your lips. “Perhaps I do not want you to.”

Cregan’s eyebrows raise at your reply, and you feel his hands tighten around your waist once more. He can’t help but feel a jolt of arousal run down his back, which prompts him to release a low chuckle. “Well, if you wish for it that much…” he whispers in response, before pulling you back toward him, kissing you passionately. 

A breathless chuckle slips past your lips as you pull back from him, licking your kiss swollen lips. “But there are a few things we need to get you out of first,” you tease, tugging at the thick, furry coat that’s draped over his broad shoulders. 

“Are you this eager to have your hands over all of me?” he replies with a flirtatious smirk, but still unclips the coat and lets it fall to the ground. He doesn’t mind you seeming quite intent to get him out of his armor, allowing you to fumble with the clasps and buckles, and eventually helps you remove the heavy bits until he’s left wearing nothing but his breeches. But even those are quickly unlaced by you, left to be a puddle around his feet. 

“My my, do you not feel a little too hot still, Lord Stark?” you tease, letting your fingers wander over his exposed stomach. You can’t help but feel warmth creeping onto your cheeks as you see him in such little clothing, so exposed. He’s a muscular man, tall and large, and the sight of his bare skin with the dark of hair on his chest and a trail of it running below his undergarments is a welcoming one. 

Through the linen you see that he’s already hard and begging, waiting for you to take things further. Truly a shame you seem to relish in the teasing. 

Goosebumps prickle on his skin in the wake of your finger, making you smile. You drag your finger along the waistband of his undergarments, hooking it beneath to tug on it. He knows what you desire, and he’s not ashamed to give you just that. “I do not see you so eager to remove your own clothes, Princess,” he teases, undoing the laces in the front for his undergarments to join his breeches. “It is hardly fair you want to see all of me, yet I am not allowed to do the same.”

You take in a sharp breath at the sight of his hard cock, standing to full attention. It has you licking your lips. Batting your eyelashes at him, you’re quick to pull your nightgown over your head, a smirk on your lips. A flimsy piece of linen conceals what lies between your legs, but it’s still enough for him to all but devour your almost bare frame. 

“There,” you whisper, “now we are on equal grounds.”

Cregan takes a moment to look over you, licking his lips at the sight of your breasts fully exposed mto him. He knows you’re no maiden who’s completely untouched, you wouldn’t be as confident if you were, but it doesn’t stop him from appreciating the sight in front of him. 

“Equal grounds, truly?” he asks you, taking a step toward you. One arm snakes around your waist, pulling you against him, as his other hand fists the linen of your smallclothes. “I think you still have an advantage over me, Princess. Because I have yet to see what lies beneath your undergarments.”

Your palms rest flatly against his chest, and you press a chaste kiss to his skin. “I will not stop you, Lord Stark,” you whisper, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. 

“Then let’s make these ‘equal grounds’ a little bit more equal, hm?” Cregan whispers as well. He sinks to his knees with his mouth trailing a path down your body, licking and kissing over your skin until he reaches your navel. His large hands trail over your sides and thighs on his way down, the movement and sight making your breath hitch in your throat. 

A shudder ripples through your body as he tugs your smallclothes down your legs, and while you watch him with your hands buried in his dark curls, his eyes are all but focused on what’s between your legs. 

He drapes one of your legs over his broad shoulder, his dark blown eyes darting up to meet yours, and before you can make any teasing remark, his mouth is on you. A gasp catches in your throat. “Cregan, please,” you whimper, forgetting all courtesies the moment his tongue drags through your slit. There’s no softness, no gentleness in the way he all but devours your cunt, the previous teasing having made his patience run thin. 

Your head tips back in pleasure as his tongue alternates between sliding into you and swirling around your pearl, noticing both options have you grind your hips against his face. The tip of his nose rubs so perfectly against your pearl when his mouth pays attention to your entrance, and Cregan’s fingers dig into your flesh with your body tensing up already, keeping you steady. 

The Wolf of the North growls against your cunt as if he’s truly turned into one, devouring you with all he’s got, the sheer pleasure brought by his tongue and lips taking over you. 

As you look down at him again, you find him already staring up at you, watching you carefully as you slowly but surely unravel on his tongue. It’s intense, but you’re captivated enough not to break eye contact. 

“Gods, yes, I–” you whimper, and fall apart all over his tongue with a shudder. If it wasn’t for Cregan’s paws on your body, you would have lost balance by now, especially with the way he seemed to work his tongue in and out of you faster just in rhythm to his nose rubbing your pearl. 

He pulls away from you slowly as your peak subsides, and with his beard and lips glistening with the remnants of your arousal, how could you not pounce on him right then and there?

He supports his body with one arm placed on the ground and stretches his legs as you push yourself against him, wrapping your arms around his strong neck. The taste of yourself on his tongue makes you moan against his lips before you deepen the kiss. 

Cregan’s hard cock is nestled between your bodies, and you can’t resist wrapping your hand around it, stroking him once, twice, before you shift your hips and slowly sink down on him. 

Muscular arms completely wrap around your waist, making you very well aware of the size difference between the two of you. You’re significantly smaller than him, and relish in the feeling of being safe and protected with him around. You two haven’t been too close upon your arrival in the North, but it seems that there has been a hidden attraction lingering for quite some time. 

You know your hips would sooner or later become sore from pumping him with your core, hence you stick to rocking your hips back and forth with his cock stuffed deep inside you. It’s intimate and slow, but with the coarse hairs around the base of his cock dragging over your pearl with each swivel of your hips, you’re still racing for completion. 

While he mouths along your jaw and the curve of your throat, one of his hands comes up to cup your breast. Rolling the perky bud between his index finger and thumb, the slight sting works wonders to amplify the pleasure coursing through your veins. 

“By the Seven,” you whimper, grinding your hips against him with more determination. 

There comes a sharp hiss in return from him, barely audible between the open mouthed kisses he presses to your collar bones. You’re clawing at his shoulders and neck by now, scratching it despite the sensuality of your movements, and it feels as though you’re even drawing blood. But he doesn’t care about that – he rather enjoys having a woman that doesn’t hold back. 

Trailing his lips up to your throat, he nudges your chin with his nose, prompting you to tip your head back. “It’s not them you need to pray to right now, Princess,” Cregan rasps, a clear strain to his voice. “But perhaps I should take that as a compliment, hm?”

His words cause you to chuckle, and you’re grateful that he’s quickly distracted by kissing your throat again, because otherwise he might have noticed the heat his words bring to your cheeks. “If that is…” you trail off panting, burying your hand in his curls to tug his head back, forcing him to look up at you. The sight of his dark blown eyes hungrily gazing at you sends a shiver down your spine. You feel desired. “If that is a compliment, then I shall have to say it much more often.”

You’re not sure if it’s the fact you state wanting to compliment him more often, or if he’s just not used to having an appreciative lover in general, but your words seem to flip a switch inside of him. You quickly find yourself lowered on the fur blankets, warming your back while the flames heat up your skin and Cregan your blood. 

Nestled between your legs, he’s growing more determined now, the sensual rocking of your hips clearly not enough for him, but you don’t mind it. As much as you enjoy being in control, setting the tone, you also revel in following the lead. 

He’s propped up on one elbow, supporting himself as he thrusts into you, rolling his hips that make his cock drag so expertly against the sweet spot inside of you. 

With one hand, you hold onto his broad shoulder, digging your nails into his skin, while the other gropes at his chest, teasing his bud just like he’s done with yours before. The feeling of his coarse hairs beneath your fingers feels somewhat strange at first, for Aemond hasn’t had as much chest hair as Cregan does, but it’s also comforting. 

The familiar coil in the pit of your belly tightens slowly with his hips snapping into yours over and over again, split open by his hard cock.  

“Will you fill me up, my lord?” you moan breathily, arching your back with your breasts pressing against his sturdy frame. 

Cregan releases a choked groan at the question, and for a moment you can feel his hips stutter. You briefly wonder if you’ve pushed your luck too far, especially with him not replying immediately, until his raspy voice cuts through the heavy pants and moans. 

“Only if you let me take you to wife, Princess.” 

You inevitably clench down around him as a small, hiccuped gasp catches in your throat, resulting in Cregan drawing in a sharp breath. The haze in your eyes is replaced by an emotion you haven't felt in so long, an emotion he’s now giving back to you. And you let it flood you. 

Your hand comes from his chest to his biceps, holding onto it as you gather your thoughts. His hips haven’t slowed down one bit, and he’s truly expecting you to answer as if he wasn’t repeatedly impaling you on his cock right now. 

Staring up at him with wide eyes, your voice isn’t any louder than a whisper. “It would be foolish of me to turn this offer down,” you reply.

An impish smirk dances along Cregan’s features. “Is that meant to be a yes?”

“Y-Yes, it is, “ you whimper beneath him, arching your back once more. 

The warmth of his body, his weight and scent cloud your every being, and his thrusts are determined and harsh enough to render you speechless, your mind and body completely claimed by him. 

His hand snakes between your bodies, aiming for your sensitive pearl. Though the coarse hair around his cock has granted you at least a bit of friction, it’s not enough to bring you to your peak. His thumb circles over the little bud, fully coated with your arousal, and the thread in your belly is close to snapping. 

“Then I just might,” he grunts in return. 

Your body jerks at the sudden touch, but his muscular frame between your legs is enough to keep you pinned to the ground. “I need you… Cregan,” you whimper, bringing a hand behind his head to pull him down for a heated kiss. Your lips hardly part to release whimpers and moans, swallowing each other’s sounds of pleasure without any shame. “Let me give you a spare.”

It appears that your words give him a new-found vigor that leaves you gasping, the pace of his hips increasing. As you start to roll your hips against his thumb, you not only create some friction that feeds your pleasure but his as well. It’s not long after that your peak washes over you with a soft gasp, walls clenching around him like a vice. 

With your small frame trembling between his strong arms, Cregan releases a strained grunt, his own peak being milked out of him by your cunt fluttering around his cock. He keeps on dragging his thumb over your sensitive pearl, prolonging your peak and the pleasure that comes with it.

You stare up at him with wide eyes as you’re milking him for every drop, because there’s something so vulnerable in this wolf of a man, towering over you with his skin glistening with sweat, so desperate to fill you with his seed and breed you. 

The last jolts of his peak force him to languidly rut his hips into yours, desperately chasing the feeling of bliss that courses through your veins. His chest heaves with every heavy breath he takes, and the dark curls are damp and fall into his face. 

Only as Cregan is certain there’s not one drop of his seed left inside of him does he slowly stop his ministrations, and the hand that has toyed with your bud seizes your hips, stilling them.

His erratic breaths fans over your sweaty skin with his lips pressing to your temple. The feeling of being whole with him doesn’t leave you, not when his weight pins you down and keeps you grounded, easing your tumbled mind.  

“I shall welcome the arrival of any child you bear me,” Cregan says, inevitably breaking the silence. 

A smile spreads across your lips as you wrap your legs around his hips, and your arms around his neck. “Be careful what you wish for. My children will certainly be just as stubborn as me.”

His heart is practically pounding against his ribs, and he can feel himself on the verge of being lost by your touch alone again. You make him go wild and feral, your bold and flirtatious nature bringing out another side to him that’s completely unexpected. And yet it feels so right.  

The teasing banter brings a smile to his lips and a light to his gray eyes, your wit and humor shining through. “Let them be stubborn, then,” he chuckles, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “They only need to be half as feisty as you, and I shall be the happiest man in Winterfell.”

[selineram3421]

здраствуйте можно сделать реакцию на ревность аластора

Translated:

Hi, can I get a reaction to Alastor's jealousy?

Yes.

Jealousy Headcanon 1

Alastor X Reader

Warning! ⚠

⚠ platonic to romantic, violence, all caps in bold italics = SOUND EFFECTS, implied torture/murder, gore? eyeballs, possessive? Alastor wants all of your attention ⚠

Alastor has never felt jealous! How absurd of you to think that! Hahaha! Ha... Who is that demon taking up your attention?

He always had your attention.

You could be talking to the Princess but still focus on him.

Hell, you could be checking in a guest and still keep up with his tale of the day.

But now it was quite odd.

There was a demon coming by the hotel, not to see if they were interested in the cause but to use up his friend's precious time.

Even now the beastly thing walked up to the check in counter and started up a conversation with you.

He watched from the bar.

"Hey! I see its dead as ever in here.", the dragon demon grinned as they leaned on the counter.

"Not true~", you had replied. "I checked in four new guests!"

Yes, you had a knack of persuasion. Able to convince many to do almost anything. Sometimes even him.

"Oh yeah? How many sinners walked in?", the scaled creature leaned close.

Far too close for his liking.

"I just told you how many.", you replied and placed a finger on the dragon's snout, pushing them back as well. "Personal space."

He didn't like this demon.

Everything about them set something off. Their manners, their way of speaking, the way they move-

"Oh come on, I don't bite sugar cake~", the beast took your hand and kissed their way up to your elbow.

The way they t̵̬̥̻͂̿̈́ȏ̴̒͠u̸c̷̈́̊̆́̓͘h̷e̴̖̖͒̓͂͋̎ḑ̴̣̋͜ you.

"Nope!", you yanked your arm away and held it close. "None of that.", you laughed nervously with an uncomfortable smile.

It looked wrong. Your smile should be a happy one.

"I said I don't bite!", they laughed and tried to grab at your arm again. "You know I'm messing! When's your break?", they leaned over the counter, still trying to get at something to pull you closer. "I know a good bar to go to, or we can go to the club! I'd like to see your ass in something a little less-"

"Ew, no.", you rejected and backed away.

"Come on!", they started to climb on the counter. "Its just one time! I'll even help you get in and out of your clothes.", they grabbed onto your sleeve.

That's ENOUGH!

He quickly shadow traveled and snatched the wrist of the dragon.

"I believe they said no."

The beast growled with a sneer before looking at him, freezing up once realizing who had their wrist.

"I was just joking man. Haha..", the dragon looked between him and you. "I understand! I'll back away. The slut is yours."

"Excuse me!?", you said angrily.

His antlers grew, the low static that hummed now raising up in volume.

"₵₳ⱤɆ ₮Ø ⱤɆ₱Ɇ₳₮ ₮Ⱨ₳₮?"

"The slut-"

SNAP

He held the demon's snout shut as they screamed and cried over their broken wrist.

"Now, there is a no killing rule in the hotel.", he said and then grinned menacingly. "But that doesn't apply outside."

His smile widened after seeing the panic in their eyes.

"Dear.", he turned to face you. "Has this guest overstayed their welcome?"

You stared at the beast with such a terrifyingly hateful glare.

"Yes they have.", you replied, crossing your arms. "I'd like to keep a souvenir, for memories."

And then you gave him that lovely smile.

"Alastor, do you think you could get me a dragon eye or two? I hear they make nice details to things."

"I'll make sure to get them.", he released the demon, only for his tendrils to take hold of them. "I won't be long.", he reassured, lifting up your hand to kiss the back of it.

He saw you blush before he 'escorted' the demon outside.

After finishing up (and calling Niffty to clean up), he returned with two freshly picked dragon eyes.

You thanked him with an odd little gleam in your eyes. No doubt your mind jumping idea to idea of what you could create with them.

Now with the pest gone, he would have your attention again.

Just like he wanted

"Thank you Alastor. I'll be able to make something interesting with these."

"I can't wait to see what you make this time."

Perhaps he'll ask you that question sooner than later.

Of course he has to prepare everything to properly court you.

I am using a website to translate requests. Please let me know if I have translated anything wrong.

~Seline, the person.

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@ablev92 can't leave the boy hanging with nothing. This is not exactly your idea but something that hopefully will still scratch the itch. 🤍✨

His girl

"It's beyond me how you stomach that guy," Violet breathed out, her body slumping onto the mat. You couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Xaden was desperate to keep her alive. Wasn't hard to see why especially considering that he had so openly brought her to train away from the rest of the group and with the rebellion bunch.

"Less talking more working, give me five more", you tapped Violet's thigh, urging her to do a couple more sit-ups. The girl's muscles were nowhere to be seen. It still was beyond you how she wasn't swept by the wind while crossing the Parapet. She huffed as she pulled up time after time. Then maybe the brain was the better asset to possess. "Rest for a bit, I don't want to see your lunch all over the floor", you threw a water bottle her way that she barely caught, chugging it down in no time.

You let yourself sink to the floor as you too started your warm-up. Itching for a real tassel. You haven't properly fought in a couple of weeks. Even since during one of the patrols you got mixed up in an ambush. You slid down your dragon and injured your shoulder. It was nothing major but the boys were mother hens so you were not allowed to do anything.

"Do you ever fight with him?", Violet gestured to Garrick once more. Your eyes moved over where both Xaden and he threw punches at one another across the room. Shirts were already discarded. But then most of the time these boys trained shirtless. Too much body heat they said. "Shouldn't you only have your eyes set on Xaden? He's a jealous type", you asked her teasingly. Leaning forward to stretch your back. You couldn't see her face but she no doubt was red like a tomato. Violet couldn't hide her emotions for shit. That was another thing Xaden should teach her.

"I thought Xaden was the scary one but...", she breathed. Her yapping was starting to get on your nerves but then Xaden chose you for a reason. The rest of the group would have already broken the girl or she would be crying in the corner. "Don't say it out loud Garrick's ego might explode", you chuckled, reaching to put your hair up into a messy bun. "But do you?", Violet urged. You could understand her fascination this group was quite a sight for sore eyes. "I fought with all of them. Imogen, Bodhi, Xaden, Garrick", you said casually, eyes locking on the person you hoped would finally look your way.

"And you walk off the mat?", you could feel her eyes on you but you were already shrugging your shirt off, leaving only a tight black sports bra on, "Well, I'm standing here, aren't I?", you winked her way as you stepped closer to the mats.

"Looks very fun but I'm borrowing Garrick", you said casually, motioning with your hand for Xaden to step away. The guy simply brushed his hand through his messy hair as he smirked. "I ain't fighting with you", Garrick said coldly, turning his attention back on Xaden as if you weren't standing right in front of him. You could hear oo's sounding all around the room. Even Xaden snickered. "I ain't got all day Riorson, let's...", Garrick grumbled but you struck first, fist colliding with his hand and making him drop his dagger.

"You little...", Garrick bit back as he turned towards you, his big shoulders flexing as he quickly threw a punch of his own. One that you quickly dogged. Elbowing him in his stomach as you turned. It almost looked like a dance as you both swirled around the fight mat. Eyes blazing. You managed to throw him off balance slightly hoping to deliver a final blow with your leg. Unfortunately, it was Garrick we were talking to. He was the best for a reason. His hand quickly wrapped around your ankle as he tugged, your back met the floor as an airy huff slipped past your lips.

"He will kill her", Violet nearly shouted, her knuckles pale as she gripped the water bottle. "Relax, enjoy the spectacle," Imogen mussed. And she wasn't wrong. Everyone had stopped to watch. "He will...", Violet was about to argue more but her eyes caught the smiles painting both of your lips. You had quickly wrapped your legs around Garrick's torso, arm logged in his throat as you managed to turn you both around. Chest heaving for air.

"Want to tap out?", you mussed, leaning closer to him, locking eyes with the man beneath you. Garrick had a proud smirk on his face. You watched him slowly lifting his hand off the mat, fully prepared to walk away from this. But that same hand quickly wrapped around your neck, throwing you off balance as he once again pinned you right beneath him, "Nice try baby", he breathed right by your ear, sending goosebumps down your spine.

"Press harder, I like it", you purred back, making him rare back as you stared at you, "You will be the death of me", he released his grip around you but his warning finger was still pointing at you. "Go fuck it out", Bodhi shouted across the room, making some people laugh. Garrick shot him a death glare. "Be careful, you might be laying beneath him next", you teased back, making Bodhi bite back a laugh as Garrick shook his head.

"Am I off bed rest now?", you asked as you followed him across the gym. "No", he breathed simply, "You're still in pain, your left hand twitched multiple times. It hasn't healed yet", Garrick said plainly as he reached for his water but you quickly kicked it out of reach. Garrick stilled for a heartbeat. The rest of the group was used to you both nagging at each other so almost no one paid you any attention.

"Let me train", you said firmly, only to let out a yelp as Garrick yanked you closer, pushing you against the walk as his frame toward over yours. "I said no", he hissed back. But you knew what this was. You had gone missing that night. They looked for you for two days straight. Well... Garrick did. Against all orders. No sleep. No food. His clothes were damp as he flew over and over. Followed by your dragon. You reached up to cup his face and Garrick instantly closed his eyes.

"I promise you that I'm well", you said softly, "nothing hurts, it's slightly sore, that's all", you tried to reason with this big broody man. "And your fingers", he reached for your palm, you knew what he was looking for, so you quickly moved each of your fingers around. Bending and flexing them. Garrick let out a sigh. "Fine", he breathed. "I can train with Bodhi...", "Like hell is anyone else touching you", Garrick hissed back, making you roll your eyes.

Stepping on your tippy toes you wrapped your arms around his neck, Garrick rose to his full height, making your feet dangle as you held up. His hands instantly reached down to cup your bum as you wrapped your legs around him. "You're lucky that I love you", he muttered as he carried you back to his preferred corner. You gave him your best angel smile that he only shook his head at. "I love you too, thank you for trusting me", you kissed the side of his neck softly, before your eyes darted back to the room. "If you feel..", Garrick started but you cut him off quickly, "Even the tiniest sense of pain I will tell you and we will stop". He nodded at your words, frown disappearing. Violet stood there with her big eyes still on you two. You quickly saluted her. "They're like...", she breathed out, making Imogen let out a chuckle, "Dating, fucking, loving - all of it", the female mused, "Just don't stare too much Garrick doesn't like it". Imogen tapped Violet's shoulder making her turn for the mat that exclusively belonged to Garrick. She knew without having to ask that your roll of training Xaden's girl was now her responsibility.

[mackjlee9]

|How is he when he's jealous?|

Warning; top!amab!reader, no pronouns used, dan heng has two cocks, dom to sub dan heng, slight possessive dan heng.

(I'm planning to make a series of this with the hsr men so... look out for that, and if you have ideas you know where to find me)

Masterlist.

Honkai; Starrail

When Dan Heng gets jealous...

•He doesn't show it, at all.

•To everyone else it almost looks as if he doesn't care his partner is being hit on by a random stranger, trying to get his number and go on a date with him.

•No one sees how jealous he is, except you.

•He gets so possessive it's almost funny.

•He shows it in his little mindless actions, like holding your hand out of the blue, sticking way too close, and calling you a pet name he only calls you in private.

•In public you're just (M/n), but alone you're 'Honey', sometimes even the silly 'Muffin' when he's too sleepy to care.

•His dragon becomes nature a problem all on its own.

•He found it hard to hide his jealousy before, but now? He can't control the urge to latch himself onto you and drag you away.

•He's fully aware that vidyadhara can't reproduce naturally, but he thinks -irrationally- the only way to make you his and only his is... if you impregnate him.

•He knows how impossible that is, but that is not stopping him from trying.

•Which led to him feeling his senses going numb at the strong scent he felt when he entered your room in the Express.

•He can feel you everywhere on him and it's driving him crazy.

•He's almost surprised at how desperate he feels, not wasting a second to push you down on your bed and climb on top of you, undressing you and himself while his hands roam all over your body, your mouths latch together.

•The way he sinks on your cock has you rolling your eyes into the back of your head, and he smirks at the tight grip you have on his hips, holding him still.

•He loves how full he feels when your cock is deep inside him, stretching him open and how his tight walls accommodate to your size.

•"You belong to me, honey... Only me."

•He marks your chest with his nails, those that grew just slightly longer and sharper, hearing you hissing in pain but not telling him to stop.

"Your mine... A-all mine, fuck..." Dan Heng's eyes glowed for a moment before they rolled into the back, biting his bottom lip as he moved his hips back and forth, grinding down on you, feeling your cock stretching his insides in a way that made his mind blank.

However, he was going too slow for your liking, you could feel your orgasm so close and yet so far with how slow he was moving. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Yeah, I'm yours," your hands gripped onto his hips tightly and turned both of you around, pinning him down to your bed, "Only yours, love... No one can make me feel this good," your hold moved to his thighs, folding him under your weight.

You watched how Dan Heng struggled to hold in his moans, the veins on his neck becoming prominent at the effort he was putting into keeping quiet, but you knew exactly how to have him moaning your name. How to have him cumming all over himself, over and over again.

You knew his body better than he knew it himself.

Slowly moving back, your cock rubbed all the right spots inside Dan Heng as you began to pull out, hearing him whine and reach his hands out to you, "Don't... I want- please, d-don't pull o-out..."

A smirk grew on your face, and you leaned closer to him, your warm breath hitting his sensitive ears, causing his walls to tighten around your cock. Your teeth gently graced the tip of his ear and his body tensed, a choked moan filling the room as his nails left more scratches on your chest.

You glanced down to see how Dan Heng's cum had stained his stomach and chest, both of his cocks twitching and leaking. Without a second thought, your hand moved to grace the red and glistening tip of one of them, only for Dan Heng to grip your wrist, tears in his glowing eyes as he looked at you.

"I just... Came, it's s-sensitive," you hum in response, and release a sigh on his ear, making him tremble and whimper, his hold loosening.

Your hand wraps around his cock and his hips squirm, trying to get away from your hold but whining your name when he feels your hand stroking his cock.

"Please- I don't... Wanna cum li-like this, fuck~," your hand slows down, leaving Dan Heng only feeling your touch gracing him, and it's even worse than before, it's too little and he knows he can cum from that alone, "I want to cum... Wh-while you fuck me, please..."

You watch as tears fill his eyes before making their way down his temples. You kiss his tears away, easing your cock inside him again, "This is why..." You back away and hold his wrists above his head, hearing his whines and whimpers getting louder, "I'm yours, and you're mine, love."

(I fucked it up🧍)

[gay-dorito-dust]

🐧

This is going to be really off from how bonding works lol.

But imagine that Aemon rants to Vaghar about reader having claim Cannibal to the Point that Vaghar gets curious over you (HC That Vaghar and Cannibal might have a big hate to friends relationship lol). So on one of these days when Vaghar its free to do as she pleaces she decides to look for the reader who is like "why the fuck does big old dragons keep coming to me" but reader is actually sweet to her and basically respects her a lot. Probably tells her how of a brave girl she is and how unfair too to fight human wars.

And Vaghar is like "oh if you knewww" and starts to like reader more than her own rider.

Cannibal IS getting jealous over this. Reader is his 😤!!

But one random day Aemon has the fantastic idea of try and persuade reader to marry him and he is being lowkey creepy and pushy. And what happens ? Not one, TWO BIG DRAGONS APPEARS.

Yes baby!! Canninal is sooo angry he may as well burn him alive but seeing the suprise and offended look Aemon gives to Vaghar as she protects reader its a nice suprise too.

And Vaghar its on mother mode. 😤💞!! She is lowley ashame over her own rider and will roar to him to stay away, then when reader and Cannibal leave together Vaghar wil ignore Aemons command and fly off with them too.

No because I love the ideas that reader is just so likeable that dragons just finds themselves attracted to them.

Besides I’m pretty sure Aemond and Vhagar don’t have a strong a bond as like daemon and Caraxes for example, so I wouldn’t be surprised if vhagar finds reader to be the better choice and wishes that reader was her rider, and not some wish version of Visenya.

Aemond: they should be mine, we ride the biggest dragons of Westeros, why can’t they see that we’re meant to be!

Grandma Vhagar: *sick and tired of hearing Aemond whine about you and just flies off to seek you out herself*

You would be with cannibal just chilling and all of a sudden an Aemond-less Vhagar just lands in front of you and stares you down as Cannibal growls at her in warning of what he’d do to her if she came here to harm you. He doesn’t fuck with you and neither should anyone else, not Vhagar, Craxes, hell not even Balerion or Meraxes if they were still alive would fuck with you with Cannibal to protect you.

But you just casually go up to Vhagar and start petting her snout and saying; oh Vhagar, you’re forced by the hands of man to do their bidding once again. You poor girl who just wants to be left alone in peace and yet they don’t respect that.

Vhagar is pretty much purring now as she closes her eyes, allowing your sweet words of praise to comfort her old and decrepit body into a state of rest; cannibal, you have chosen a true diamond of a rider with this little one.

Cannibal staring her down, still a little on edge but resonating how she feels about the selfishness of the Targaryen dynasty: I know and I shall treasure them as one until I die. But be reminded Vhagar that they are MY rider, not yours. You should’ve remained riderless if you wished to have them but it’s far too late, I’ve came for them and now they’re mine until death do us part.

Vhagar: I know that, dear Cannibal, but that does not mean you shall keep me from them for I shall always be watching over them when you can not.

Cannibal growls at this but doesn’t do anything outside of that because he doesn’t like you scolding him.

So when Aemond finds out where Vhagar goes when he’s busy, he will be ten times worse then before because if you claimed cannibal and also have Vhagar taking a liking to you, then this must mean that you are destined to marry him regardless! He would hunt you down himself and corner you somewhere remote as he looks at you with a weird and possessive look in his eye, as he then proceeds to spout nonsense about how you and him were two halves of the same soul and how you were truly a blessing for two of the largest dragons in history to come for your presence.

His dragon deity he’d probably call you because when has two dragons ever flew in search of someone before? It had always been people claiming them but never the dragons searching for their one true rider. You were truly a specimen for history to recount decades from now as historians ponder whether you were something else all together.

Could you imagine the future Targaryens reading about you in history books? The one whom summons dragons? Dragon priest/priestess? Whatever other titles they might give you in the future long after you’re gone.

So Aemond is obviously coming on too strong for your liking and all of a sudden, he’s eclipsed by not one but TWO behemoth shadows belonging to Cannibal and Vhagar, they have heard enough from Aemond and didn’t like the unease and fear that they felt coming from you as the one eyed prince kept hounding you with his advances for marriage. Once was fine but this was too much and they didn’t want Aemond to do you any harm just for saying no.

(Whether your are already betrothed to Cregan or Benjicot or Jace, or Addam Velaryon I’ll let you decide that)

Your hand is/is not taken as of yet and they will not allow Aemond to sully that because of his delusions and conceptions.

Aemond is shocked and upset to see that Vhagar was blocking him from you as you quickly mounted Cannibal, who was looking at him as though he were his soon to be dinner, and whispers; ‘Vhagar, why?’

Vhagar only roars at him and growling every time he tried to step closer to her, upset herself that her supposed rider was a weird man with an obsession for things he couldn’t have. She waits for when you and Cannibal to take off to the skies before following behind as a safety precaution, blatantly disregarding Aemond’s cries as they become nothing the further she goes, forcing him to realise that their control over dragons was merely a farce.

[urmammy]

I can show you pretty

Miguel O'hara xFem!reader Smut one-shot

+18 content below, minors please do not interact.

Warnings: Primal play, extreme aggressor/ possessive Miguel, Dom/sub relationship, HEAVY degradation. This smut is simply for the girlies who get it, and the girlies who don't, don't. For the girlies with a twisted sense of arousal 🧍🏿‍♀️🖐🏿 guilty as charged.

Summary: You were the newest recruit of the spider society and happened to be the most desirable as well, and Miguel was no acception. And although he shoved it down his throat every day for the sake of work, he found himself getting jealous over the attention you got. But he didn't know that yours was all on him.

"I'm not sure if I should try and ask her out Tuesday and I know it's still a long shot-.." A few of the spiders were in the cafeteria at lunch discussing plans to ask you out on a date, their multi colored suits and different faces being the only thing you could tell apart from the all too familiar clan with names repeating themselves over and over.

Spider-man

You were called Widow-Spider, you had the ability to see through walls with your fingertips, almost like how a beluga uses its calls to see its surroundings, and you had such incredible vision and hearing that someone from a mile away would seem like they're five feet in front of you, making your headshots clean in times of desperation during missions that could end fatally for your team if not done.

"She's so stuck up though, you really think she'll even glance in your direction? A bitch like her doesn't want anything to do with us."

Miguel just happened to be around the corner, ears fixating on the conversation before he decided to saunter towards the chattering group, his eyes narrowing in as he looms over them like the grim reaper waiting to collect his next victim.

"What were you saying?"

The group went utterly silent, heads slowly turning to look up at the towering hero before one of them spoke hesitantly.

"That widow-spider is one of the best recruits we've seen in years-"

"That's what I thought." He stated bluntly, giving one last glance around the group with an icey cold gaze that could pierce a dragons heart before whipping back around and sauntering back to his office, his footsteps being so light nobody could barely hear them across the corridor, but with your sensitive hearing, his footsteps sounded more aggressive than necessary, seemingly upset as he walked to his office.

Your ears perked slightly, head whipping in his directing as he walks past you and to his office without a second glance, but you could feel his anger, and it peaked your interest, causing you to follow behind him slowly and carefully.

After he went inside, you waited outside his door for a few moments before pressing your fingers to it gently, your sonic vision giving you a view of his red silhouette, pacing about his office for a moment before throwing something and yelling out in frustration. His hands tossle his hair as his chest heaves and he sits down at the edge of his platform, sighing and slapping his hands on his legs.

You pulled your fingers away slowly, face twisting in confusion and worry before you knocked gently.

"Miguel, can I come in?"

A long pause.

"Yeah."

You opened the door slowly, your petite figure seeming like a mouse in a fridge as your frame peaked from behind the door and entered the room slowly, closing the door behind yourself gently. He had managed to get himself together from the time you knocked on the door to the time you entered the room, standing on top of his platform and tapping on his holographic monitors with a blank expression on his face.

"I just wanted to know if you needed anything from me before I clock out for the day?" You asked softly, your big (Y/E/C) eyes staring up at with him a vulnerability that he couldn't help but soften under, looking down at you with a small smile as he spoke gently.

"Not that I can think of, Míja."

You smiled up at him, the room going silent for a few moments as you just stared at each other before you finally decided to speak, inhaling sharply before doing so.

"So! I guess I'll just get going-"

"Do you have any idea how pretty you are?"

You were caught off guard by his words, a shocked expression on your face as the heat rushed to your cheeks, blinking a few times in disbelief before speaking.

"You think so~?" You say cutely, clasping your hands behind your back and watching him as he steps down from his platform and hovers over you, his height towering over your own as if you were a speck of dust in a punch bowl, but his gaze soft and gentle as if you were a frozen feather flying in the wind.

"I don't think so. I know so."

His fingers grazing underneath your chin softly and earning a giggle from you before your doe like eyes switched to a siren out for blood in an instant, looking up at with a half-lidded lust filled expression as you spoke.

"I can show you pretty."

And with that, something in him snapped, the smile on his face immediately dropping and his eyes clouding over with a predatory lust as his hand abruptly wraps around your throat, walking you back with that same predatory gaze in his eyes and pushing you into the wall.

He leaned in closely, breath fanning over your ear.

"I am so sick, of watching everyone come after you. I need to fill you. I need to cover you in my scent, so they'll leave. You. Alone.."

You were gasping softly, his hand gripping tight enough just to show you who's boss, but not enough to cut off your air supply. You were aroused to say the least, the warmth spreading through your clothed heat and causing you to whine in need.

"Then why haven't you?" You gasped out softly, causing him to grip your throat tighter and chuckle darkly, eyes scanning over you and your state, so vulnerable beneath him.

"Because I wanted to stay focused on work. But you see, the problem is, I can't. I can't focus on work with you walking around, looking like such a fucking whore, plastering her legs open for everyone else-"

He was panting.

He was angry.

And he was horny.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you.." he growled out, almost gasping with his sentence as he let go of your throat and placed one hand on your hip, the other firmly on your ass in order to press your heat into the bulge in his suit, earning a grunt from him as he practically dry humps you, holding you there with a firm grip.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you, and you're going to like it, and everyone's going to hear you scream for more.."

You were a moaning whining mess in his arms, panting, sweating. He was everything he wanted to make you.

Flustered and willing for him.

Needy for his cock.

"Take your damn suit off you dumb bitch." He grabbed the back of your neck, shoving you away from the wall as he watched you closely, his hand reaching back behind his neck to deactive his suit, his cock springing to life as he stands in front of you, fully naked. You were slightly surprised to find out he walks around bare underneath his suit, but didn't question it considering you usually do the same, bra and underwear usually being too tight and constricting underneath the skin tight fabric.

"Now."

You flinched slightly at the tone in his voice, eyes glancing down as he strokes his length slowly, spitting in his hand and coating his cock generously, his eyes never leaving your body as you deactivate your suit, breasts practically bouncing as the fabric let's them free, your sweat glistened body revealing itself to Miguel, earning a groan of approval as he pumps himself faster.

"Come here." He gestured you towards him with his free hand and you immediately followed orders, shuffling over to him shyly and looking up at him with those same doe eyes you had at the beginning of your conversation, and he chuckled.

"Cute. Now, sit. Down." He placed his hand on your shoulder, gripping it gently and forcing you to your knees, a sly grin spread across his face as he shoves his erect member in your mouth and grips your hair tightly.

"Good girl.."

You were gagging, tears streaming down your face with drool dripping from your chin and down between your breasts as your body trembled against the thrusts into your throat, eyes half lidded as you look up at him. He had his head thrown back, moaning loudly with each thrust, eyes closed in ecstacy as he enjoyed the feeling of your throat convulsing around him.

"Hhnnng-!" He pulled away with a loud groan, panting heavily as he watched you fall back on your hands, gasping and coughing for air as your sore throat begs for a chance to breathe. You didn't even have time to, he grabbed you by the shoulders again, pushing you down to the floor as he cradled you between his legs, giving you zero room to inch your way further from him.

You were on your stomach, his dick stuffed in between your ass cheeks as he fucks them gently, panting softly in your ear as he spoke, pinning your hands to your sides.

"Look at you. So willing. So needy and desperate." The only response you coild muster out was a cry of pleasure as he slammed himself into you, hips flush against your ass as his cock twitches inside of you slightly.

"Aahhh~"

You didn't have to see the look on his face to know he was smiling, your cheek pressed against the cold metal floor as he pounds into you with a relentless force, seemingly unwavering in his actions of violation against your body.

And you weren't stopping him any time soon.

You were nothing but a sweaty, mewling mess beneath his force, ass pressing against his every thrust, tongue practically sticking out of your mouth as your eyes rolled back.

This seemed to drive him further, sitting up straight as he grips each of your ass cheeks roughly, moving in slow small circles until you became particularly squirmy in a certain area. He chuckled that same dark chuckle before growling out loud again, seemingly animalistic as he burries himself inside of you. Again. And again. And again.

"More.." you cried out "More~!"

"Gah! You dirty little slut.."

And at those words, you lost yourself beneath him, crying out as your walls clench and tighten around his cock, seemingly unwilling to let him go as he let's out a long drawn out moan and empties himself inside of you.

You were both silent for a moment, panting as he remains inside of you, giving a small grunt every spurt and clench of his balls until he finally pulls out, sighing with approval.

"I think I could make this a regular with you. You were such a good girl for me..."

OKAY WELP. HAPPY KINKTOBER :D

[dream-bee-baby]

Hello! Hello! LITERALLY SO EXCITED FOR THIS! Can I request a House of the Dragon and JJK matchup that involves a moonboard and 3 headcanons?

Here is my information!

FANDOM: JJK and HOTD

 Name: Anna Lee 

Pronouns: She/her

Preference: any gender (preferably a guy)

Personality: I am an INTJ Slytherclaw. Aquarius Sun, Sagittarius Moon and Aries Rising. Neutral Good. I am a huge overthinker and stress a lot with anxiety. People tell me that I can be blunt which results in people thinking that I can be cold but in reality I try to be a kind person when it is needed. I am a realist and many consider me to be intelligent, often asking me to help with their work. I’m incredibly passionate about things I like to do and have a thirst to know everyone’s opinions as I feel that if someone is left out. I’m a creative person but sometimes my brain just goes blank, I hate when it does. I have a really dry sense of humour that usually is a mix of sarcasm, fandom jokes or self degrading jokes. I'm an extremely stubborn person and have to be right about everything. From a young age, my parents were extremely strict and had expected the best out of me which resulted in me being an overachiever. I have to get things perfect or be the best at what I’m doing. I'm really sensitive, even some small harsh words are enough to make me teary. I’ve been called a crybaby because of that and to be honest, that is true. I give too much to other people since I’m afraid of saying no since what if they hate me? And I'm too scared to ask for help or to have something cause I think they will think I'm selfish and worthless. Not the best self esteem 😔 I love to listen to other people since I think not a lot of people have others that they can tell what they wish to say without getting judged or outcasted. But the problem is that I judge too easily too. As much as I want to show a good image to others and help them, I tend to focus on my own needs and how everything can affect me for the better or worse. I hate repeating things, especially in front of a big crowd. I daydream too much. When I get excited, I speak really quickly and stumble over my words which I get embarrassed by and stop talking. I am very sensitive, especially when it comes to my appearance and personality. I’m always afraid that people are constantly judging me or hate me, which is why I tend to avoid public spaces or being around people in general. When I get familiar with someone or a crowd, I’m not that afraid to state my opinion. I get jealous and possessive easily, like I mentioned my parents are strict meaning I got very few things of my own and those things only came to me because I tried so hard to get it. So when I see someone else with it, it just irks me off. I always make plans but I know I’m not going to complete them, I just like to imagine the future if I actually had motivation and energy to accomplish things. I can never start new things while completing old ones. I am also the oldest child and have 4 younger ones, another reason why I stress too much. I don’t think I mentioned this, but I get angry really easily. The slightest mistakes just pisses me off. I suck at short talks and starting conversations, it’s much easier to have lengthier conversations. I can never do presentations, I always get too nervous. Plus, my friends say my voice is really soft so no one ever hears me much, especially since I’m uncomfortable. When I get angry, my judgement is clouded. I am terrible at holding grudges. I would be upset at someone but the second I see them again, I feel normal and happy in a way. Probably said this before, but I’m a huge day dreamer and stubborn. I can’t concentrate on my work because I always get distracted and daydream about things I will never have. I normally appear composed but have a fiery temper. I really want to be a lawyer. My parents never let me use the internet much as a kid so I pretty much live under a rock but I am incredibly book smart. I am literally the personification of Eldest Daughter Syndrome and have been parentified since I was a child and because of this, I’m naturally good with kids and responsibilities. 

Looks:I’m slightly chubby and curvy with a pear-shaped body (Double D cups). Upon seeing me, many people point out my eyes which are hazel with slight flecks of many colours such as green and amber being the prominent ones. Almond eyes that are doe-like and slightly turn up at the end but barely noticeable. I have a button nose and thin heart shaped lips. My face is round and my eye shape is almond. I am approximately 5’3. Two small moles are fixated on my right cheek and underneath my lip. Long dark brown hair that almost appears black but that solely depends on the lighting. My hair reaches my hips and is kinda wispy at the end. It’s usually on a ponytail with a few strands framing my face. My clothing style tends to be anything comfortable and classy. I prefer to wear black and colours that are darker, you will never find me wearing orange or neon colours. 

Likes: Chocolate, Anime, Music, Food, Being right about something, Reading, Drawing, Strawberries, Smell of Rain, Sleeping, Being the Best, Baking and cooking (even tho I’m not that good at it)  Daydreaming, Murder Mysteries, Romance, Long walks, Making Ocs,  Fiction, Name hunting, Me, Pinterest, Spicy food, Sweets, Lavender, Aesthetics, and Flower Languages.

Dislike: Loud noises, Jerks, Prejudice People, Slow Walkers, People who chew loudly, Getting look down on, Insects, Studying, Fake People, Self-pity, Getting below 90% in a test, Snow, Overlysweet things, Going outside, and the feeling where your brain is blank and can’t tell what you feel like, Doing nothing all day and Tomatoes

Love Language: Physical Touch and Quality Time

Ideal Type: Pretty big Eyes. I’m actually weak for big baby eyes. I love charismatic people who are funny but know when to be serious. Will always be there for me and not afraid to speak their mind. Honest and loyal. Yet they would still help me see the light at the end of the tunnel and tell me it’s okay, that everything is gonna be okay. I wouldn’t like ‘innocent’ people nor ‘kind’ people cause I feel like I won’t be able to connect with them based on my morality level. Will be attentive to my needs. Not necessarily loud but not quite, somewhere in between. I want someone who I can feel okay around, as if everything was fine. Someone who would help carry a burden with me, we are together in everything. I’m really into the cocky characters? Like they are so hot and arrogant at the same time? type of person who would wait for me when I’m tying my shoelaces. Any hair colour is ok! Though I’m soft for blond and black hair. I love playing with other people's hair! A little bit clingy. I love the type of characters that I think I can ‘fix’ or like beautifully broken ones that make my heart ache. 

Ideal Date: I don’t have a certain type that I prefer but I will forever love soft domestic picnics with their head in your lap and eating goods of all kinds. Or just doing something fun like going out late at night and going on drive or watching stars and any spectacles. 

Hope this is enough information and Thank you in advance! 

House of the Dragon:

I ship you with Alicent Hightower! I've seen someone else has shipped you with her (after I thought of her) but I just think the pairing is soooo perfect, and that solidified it.

I think Alicent would adore just being around you, you're so comforting and have the ability to understand her completely and it means the absolute world to her. When you guys are one on one, she would love to braid your hair. As the maids do her hair most of the time, it's a way for her to learn a new skill and avoid picking at her fingers. During important meetings or anxious situations, she'd fidget with your rings or the edge of your clothes to avoid hurting herself. She would also find ways to ground you as well, she pays close attention to you. Knowing if you were about to overthink or get upset before you. She would do everything she could to help, holding your hand, kissing your tears, helping you take breaths in a hall, or exiling someone.

I think Alicent needs someone who isn't overly rough but not overly bubbly either, aka you, Anna Lee. You're in tune enough with your emotions and experiencing them without shutting down, which helps Alicent feel safe and welcome to also express herself however she needs. You two would spend plenty of alone, quiet time whenever she could spare it. Much preferring to spend time walking, reading to each other/together, allowing you to sit in on meetings and draw. I think Alicent would feel safe and comforted with physical touch. She'd constantly have a hand on you in public (subtly of course). But in private she'd prefer to have more casual and revealing clothes, feeling your skin and warmth grounds her and reminds her why she does what she does

Alicent wouldn't push you like you're used to. She would allow to do whatever you like, whether that means rotting in bed or taking over a country by storm. She respects you enough to let you build and lead the life of your choosing. She will fund everything she can, she'll pay the cooks extra to let you help them or clear out the kitchen entirely for you. One time she even tried to cook for you, it didn't totally go well but that means it's another activity you two can do together

Jujustu Kaisen:

I ship you with Megumi Fushiguro! Our blunt but secretly sensitive boy <3

The two of you would take some time to find your rhythm, but once you do you're unstoppable. There would be immediate curiosity about one another and interest, but Megumi would be confused about your changing demeanor and sensitive emotions. But he cares immensely about his loved ones, and would observe you and pick up on all your little tells. If you had a really shitty day, he'd throw his hoodie in the dryer and place it on your bed with some of your favorite snacks. He's the epitome of actions speak louder than words. Your "blunt" nature is perfect for him, he doesn't feel like he has to read between the lines and knows exactly how to respond. Although your emotions baffle him, he often just stays silent as to not say the wrong thing. He's a great listener and asks how you'd like to be supported (rant, need a solution, talk shit, agree with everything you say even if he doesn't understand). And after spending enough time together, he'll be much better at sweet words. He never says things he doesn't mean, which works well for you to reassure how much he cares for you

The two of you are constantly escaping to god knows where. As much as he's glad you get along with his friends, he can't always handle all those personalities. So he'd drag you away (or vice versa) and you'd work together to build a strawberry garden and plant lavender. He'd make a list of all the books you've read (categorized by genre of course) and he'd buy you new ones and make sure you don't get repeat copies. He'd also find ways to make foods spicy, he'd find a good sandwich recipe and spice it up or make regular ramen and add spices to it.

He loves listening to you talk about your passions and he also loves seeing you daydream. He just sits and silently smiles at you, it's the cutest most romantic thing to view from an outside perspective. He'd watch you in the kitchen, you'd go to reach for the next ingredient or a utensil you needed and his hand would be right there with the exact thing you needed. Megumi has many passions of his own, so you both encourage each other to build your lives but also create a more realistic expectation of yourself and goals. He'd always make you feel like everything you do is enough, because it is. He'd encourage you to try and spend more time doing nothing, or trying something new and learning what it feels like to fail. Because failing is important and natural, and he wants to help you be kinder to yourself in a realistic way

[fangirlingforeverz]

Hi, I have read both of your Danstelle and I love them so much! I like hearing your headcanon about them (you probably know who I am from comment in AO3 haha) I still wanna hear more headcanon from you if you don’t mind 👉🏻👈🏻 Because I really like your writing and headcanon. I’m already so into this ship and your works just drive me into it even more!

1. What will they be like when they are on a date?

2. Jealous Dan Heng? Also jealous Stelle.

3. Dan Heng reaction when there’s someone tries to steal her away from him. Like that person still insists to flirt her even after knowing she’s with him (actually kinda similar to question 2 but I’m just curious if he encounters more stubborn competitors)

4. Danstelle as parents if they have a child together.

5. Dan Heng reaction after Stelle’s confession (kinda continue from AO3 comment XD)

6. Who is more skinship? (Like to have physical contact. I’m not sure about the word)

7. When they have a fight? And how will they make up/reconcile?

Below here gonna be a little sexy haha

8. How often do you think they will have sexy time together? Who does usually initiate first?

9. What part of Stelle (or what she does) that makes Dan Heng turn on the most?

Sorry if I ask too many ;-; You can answer just ones you feel comfortable to! Thank you!

Hey! so I'm going to answer a few of these at a time if you don't mind! And of course I remember you! Thanks for reaching out to me on here!

For your first question, I think they're pretty casual on a date. It's Stelle and Dan Heng so she'd probably be up to her usual nonsense but I can see Dan Heng working hard to plan the date and make sure that it's enjoyable for her. He seems like a planner and also the kind of person who pays attention to the little things about their friends and their partner. 2. Being a dragon, I like to imagine he's jealous and possessive but he tries to fight against it. It kinda bothers him that so many people always want Stelle's attention. People like Sampo and Gepard really get under his skin but he tries not to show it. The possessive comes out way more in intimate moments though.

And I'll add to this at a later time to answer more of the questions!

[danigiovanni]

The Greed of a Thousand Dragons

—I was called up to war. —He told me when we were looking at the stars.

He knew those words were coming and he also knew he would be afraid when they were said, but fear was a foul word for what I felt at that moment. I felt terror of such magnitude that my body froze in place, my blood seemed to evaporate from my body. A cold, an emptiness, a darkness took possession of my soul. I prayed curses to the Gods and I didn't care if they punished me, because there would be no hunger, bad luck or illness strong enough to deal with that news.

He would go to war, to fight for the poor desire of rotten beings. And I… couldn't be around to protect him.

-RUN AWAY WITH ME! — I screamed desperately. - Right now! We took his shield and his sword and fled. W-we can book a ship at First Port and escape to the Old Lands, we can…

—They would find me, Myk, you know that. I am baptized in the Silver River — He said, lifting his long hair and showing the back of his head, where an elven rune was perfectly drawn. — And no fish survives away from its school.

I snort furiously. A blinding anger took over my entire soul. This was unfair to Smiley. An elf who had never done anything for anyone, unlike his cursed kingdom that only thinks about gold and diamonds. —I bet those little princes haven't set foot outside the palace. —I comment. Smiley just sighs calmly. —They are them and I am me. I have to accept this. —BUT I DON’T ACCEPT IT! — I get up and go towards the fire where my pickaxe is resting. — If we can't run away then let's fight! — I took the pickaxe in my hand and raised it high towards the sky. — I, Myk MINEIRO, WILL FIGHT FOR YOUR FREEDOM! A melodious laugh fills that cold night. Smiley has his hand in front of his mouth while laughing deliciously. I hated it when he did that, I told him to stop doing that, it was a sin for him to hide that smile, he should grace us with that vision. Even the gods would be jealous. —Although I know you're good at fighting, Myk, unfortunately you wouldn't be able to fight the elven army alone.

Shit, why did he say that. Now I look like a clown. I feel my cheeks flush brightly, I'm probably as red as a pepper. Why did I do this? Why? Dumb dumb dumb. —That's what I love most about you. Your optimism, Myk, always thinking about options. — My heart beats hard in my chest. — Sometimes when I'm in doubt about something I can almost hear you next to me, encouraging me. I think you have already become part of my soul, without me even realizing it. No, he can't do this to me. Not now, not in a situation like this. Those words… No! This poetry. This is too much. Not now that you're leaving. Not now that you're leaving me. My eyes fill with water. I need to control myself, I have to be strong. He needs me to be strong. Damn Myk, why do you have to be so weak? Smiley hugs me unexpectedly, snuggling me into his warm chest, not to mention belly, it was the most I could reach. —It's going to be okay, Myk. — Your beautiful voice speaks to me. What a big joke that was. A dwarf being tranquilized by an elf. I should be a rock, just like the mountains. Firm, cold and fierce like metal. But no, I was born defective, I was a soft pudding, a heart of butter. I was a disgrace to my race. —When are you leaving? — I ask, even without wanting to know the answer. —As soon as dawn. - So early. —I wish you were a prince so you wouldn't have to fight in the war. —I wanted it too, Myk, believe me.

And it was at that moment that I had an idea. No, I had the idea. The idea that would save Smiley from going to hell was the battlefields, but I would need to be quick.

—But you can be. — I say, thinking something.

-What?

-A prince! You can become a prince.

—Yes, Myk, being born again. Stop talking nonsense.

—No, Smiley, in this life. — I pull out of the hug and look into his eyes. — It's perfect, a perfect plan.

—What are you talking about, Myk? There is no such thing as becoming a prince, you are either born with royal blood or there is no other way.

—You are wrong, my dear. It's not blood that makes you a prince, it's your kingdom.

Smiley laughs.

—And where am I going to get a kingdom, Myk?

—Your home can be a kingdom. Smiley Raisforte's tiny kingdom. Wouldn't it be a good name?

—I don't think the Elven Kingdom would take this very seriously.

—It will if you have the same power as them.

Smiley looks at me confused, probably thinking I'm a lunatic.

—Are you talking about an… army? And that? a powerful army?

—Obviously not, the power is not in the army.

-Of course it is. The stronger the army, the more powerful the kingdom.

—This is false power. You can even train good soldiers, but no one fights without a sword or without armor. Even more enchanted like that of the Golden Army. To have a Golden Army you need gold.

-What?

—This thing costs gold, Smiley. Pay blacksmiths, buy steel, metal, hire witches. All of this costs gold. The more gold, the more equipment and weapons. More power. If you have enough gold, you can buy an army and equip them with the best weapons. Want to defeat the elven kingdom, have more gold than him.

A light passes through Smiley's eyes, he finally seemed to have understood what my plan was.

—Is that your plan? To be richer than the Elven kingdom? — Smiley questions, disbelieved.

-Yes.

—I think my plan to be born again faster.

-What it is? Give me some credit.

—And how are you going to do that? Tell me, Myk.

-I will work. I will work like never before. I'm going back to the mines, there are a lot of diamonds to be discovered, a lot of gold to be extracted. H—Myk, to…

—...There is a legend that spreads among the dwarves that there is a diamond that was from a giant's wedding ring.

—Myk…

—They say it's the size of the moon and I'm going to find it and I'm going to...

—Myk, THIS IS CRAZY! — Smiley shouts.

That takes me by surprise. I had never seen Smiley scream before. It amazes me, but at the same time it fascinates me. Seeing his look of fury in eyes that convey so much calm seemed to make him even more beautiful. Gods, how perfect he was.

-No, it's not. It may be difficult, but I know it is possible.

—You're lying Myk, you're deceiving yourself. Even if you dig an entire mountain, you will never come close to the ancient wealth that the Elven Kingdom has. Not even the greedy 5 Great Dragons were able to gather enough gold to face the King of the Elves.

—Then I will have the greed of a thousand dragons! —Smiley looks at me terrified — skull two mountains. Three mountains! I will dig this world from top to bottom if I need to and I will find every miserable stone worth something! I will make you so rich, so rich that you will be able to buy the crown of all the rotten kings that exist. YOU WILL BE SO RICH THAT YOU CAN BUY THE DRUGS IN THIS WORLD! — I feel my lips start to tremble. — Because then, only then, will you have freedom.

I can't decipher what Smiley is thinking about me right now. You probably think I've finally given in to madness. But I'm sane, like I've never been in my life before. I will keep that promise, whatever the cost. I will save my precious Smiley.

Behind me, the morning sun begins to cast its first rays. The time had come, from now on I would be alone again after many years. Just me and a huge worry on my back.

—Myk I…

I grab his collar and pull him down, giving him a peck on the lips, interrupting any goodbye he might want to give me. I turn away from him without looking at his face. I couldn't live if I saw an expression of disgust on that beautiful face.

—Stay alive, Smiley. Stay alive and I will make you the richest man in the world.

I walk away before he sees me burst into tears.

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Marking what's mine||

*waving* Hello once more dears. I got another drabble for you. I still have a request one to make but I'm writing this for fun for me. But I hope you like. Here is what this one is about today.

||Drabble Summary||

Remember that dark one's self world? Well, it seems we are heading back but were focusing on two people. Jaron was finding out his bloody lung dragon Melinda got hurt during a mission but he was fixing her up. However, they were talking about something to make the blood Jackal a bit..jealous? If you wanna know, read to find out.

||Warning||

~Blood will be present in this drabble

~Biting or marking will be present

~Wound is present (will have stitching or sewing wound close)

~Maybe flirting and possessive as well

~~Guests in this drabble~~

Jaron jackal along with the DBT belongs to my friend @demon-blood-youths

Also the Pure menace au/Monsters au belongs to her. If you wanna know more about it, please ask her. The idea is pretty good. ;3

Melinda brooks along with the Cursed vixens belong to me.

((Note: This drabble will have heavy grammar mistakes and errors but this was written for fun. I hope you understand but also enjoy please.))

"Hold still my dear. If you keep squirming like that I can't fix you up."

Jaron Jackal a.k.a The blood Jackal persuader was holding a thread and needle in his hand while sewing a wound on Melinda brooks a.k.a the bloody lung dragon of death's side. It was a rather rainy day here in the darker world of New York City.

His team along with Melinda's team just finished a mission together but she got injured a bit. Ophelia was going to heal her but he said he'll take care of her.

That leads to now as he was sitting on the chair holding a black needle with some wire thread as he was sewing her wound up. It stung like hell but Melinda was looking quiet then looks to him.

"It's not my fucking fault if it stings a little." she mutters laying on her back but she hisses feeling the needle in her again. Damn, she hated getting hurt like that but she relaxed as Jaron worked.

"Though, I'm shocked you didn't want Ophelia to heal me..."

"...Lets just say she was more busy having fun torturing the assholes that was targeting us for what we do in this damn city. But hey, at least she got new ways of testing things out with Navarro right now." As if on cue, screams of pain was heard while hearing Navarro shouting at their prisoner with Ophelia already experimenting on them to see what makes the other tick.

They been at this for hours but he already found out the guys team mates were dead already thanks to Ophelia's healing and experimenting. And with Navarro helping her, he got new ingredients to test on.

"Hmmmm...." she relaxed while looking down at Jaron but winces feeling Jaron working again. "Well, I guess I'll find a way to thank you for helping me..but you didn't have to you know." she looks to him but Jaron stops to pull carefully to see the wound almost closed.

"..I'm sure you'll find a way to owe me back but you know you don't have to. You already proven that by killing the assholes back then." He remembers when seeing they were going to kill both fractions. Well, Ink and Jinx stopped them and ended up burning the enemy alive. The screams were still pretty loud in his ears.

"But, I always told you to be careful when you don't know what anyone can do. As I always tell you, watch your back." he said but Melinda chuckled to look at him as he was working.

"I know that but you never liked seeing me get hurt. I was just having fun. Being able to kill them and cut their heads off was pretty fun. I think you liked it too..didn't you?" she smiled but he looks to her while his orange eyes met with her darker silver eyes. These two said nothing but he only looks back to work on her wound but felt a gentle touch to his cheek to make him look up at her.

"What's wrong-"

"You didn't answer me, love." Jaron looks up at her but she smiled.

"I know you liked it when you got the chance to kill with me Jaron..I know you since you told me about you, like i did with you. Besides, you taught me that...being able to let go is just what one needs when their trying to live..You showed me that.." she rubs his cheeks but he chuckled to stand up to look at her while leaning in close to look at her.

"I know I taught you that...I taught you to be open and not hold back anymore. Knowing how fucked up this world is..and knowing it didn't give a shit. What else makes you think that?"

"...Maybe it's because I just know...but..it leaves me wondering about tonight." she sees him curious to look at her.

"And what about tonight that got you wondering?"

"When I was being held captive by the swine, you saw what he did right? Had a blade near my neck...even had the nerve to fucking bite me. It stung true but I never seen you that...furious before."

"........" Oh right. He remembers that.

"You were so furious but it was a lot more murderous than before.." she sees him look but remain silent.

"You know how I hate when he was trying to harm you, Melinda. I don't like when someone tires to hurt you..."

"Or..." she moves to sit up slowly then moves to sit right in his lap, pressing up against him as he held her waist. He was careful due to her injury he was still sewing up. Melinda then grabs his shirt to pull him close that he looks down at her while she looks up.

"You hate when someone tries to harm what you've claimed as yours. I've seen it and you were a very angry jackal indeed..." she purrs to look at him but Jaron said nothing remembering. He was furious and angry seeing that dead beat idiot harming what he already claimed. How he dared to mark her with a knife and bite her too! He only looks down to Melinda but she looks to smile.

"See? I can tell just from looking at you, it's in your mind right? You hate when someone tries to do something even though I can fight to protect myself..it just leaves one guessing right?" she even reaches to sit up about to kiss him but he only held her close, to look at her while seeing her black hair loose but down her back but that look of a killer instinct still shows proudly on her face.

"You know how I am, Melinda. I already told you before I won't let anything take you away. I already claimed you as mine and I already proven it." he said hearing her giggle but even blushed to nip one of his fingers.

"You did with a kiss but....how would you have done it if it's possible hmm?"

"Your misbehaving but do you really need me to prove that to you?" he asked.

"Why not? I know I'm yours but...I'm sure you have ways to prove that right? Ooohh don't tell me my precious blood jackal is going soft on me.." she pouts that Jaron grabs her chin to pull her in close to kiss her deeply. Her eyes widen a little but she kisses him back while he held her. The kiss was warm still as it always was but she slowly grips his shirt loving how he just kissed her.

Jaron held the kiss for a while longer before slowly breaking that kiss. That's when he eyes looks at the healed knife cut leaving a scar and his bite mark that guy left on her.

That asshole. How dare he mark her. She belongs to him but he'll fix that.

As Melinda was about to speak, she yelps a little. She feels a sharp bite on her neck where that other idiot bit her. He bit hard enough that she shook with a hiss when he lets go. She felt blood running down her shoulder to her black shirt but she shivers feeling a slow heated wetness. He was lapping up the blood to make her silent again. When he did, he moves his head back, looking to her and tilts her head up by his finger.

"That should prove it right? Your mine so I hope you don't forget that." she didn't say a word but leans up to lick the blood off his bottom lip while blushing herself.

"That seems to prove enough.." she whispered.

"It will but you need to be still so I can finish sewing you up..now behave." he said but she smiled to see him set her back to sit down and work again on sewing the wound. In a two more hours, he was finished and covering the wound. Her demon blood will heal her later but he made sure it's covered.

"Oh and one other thing?" she heard him say while she was looking to him.

"Yes?" as she was putting away her two main daggers, he hugs her from behind as she keeps still feeling him turn her head to him.

"Don't bother covering that bite up. I want others to know who has you..so you leave it as it. Got it?" he asked but Melinda felt him let go as she only smiled to giggle.

"I don't mind. I mean after all..you did already shown what is yours...." she teased but as Jaron was ready to speak, he heard more screaming showing Navarro was now torturing the guy again. He sighed but looks to her.

"Come on, lets head on up. Your team is waiting." he said to head to the door but Melinda stops him to push him against the wall but looks up at him to giggle.

"Is something wr-" He stops speaking when she kisses him against his neck while he looks down petting her head. Even now she was teasing him. Feeling the kisses and the sudden bite with a wince of his own. She held the bite for a moment but slowly suck on where she bit him, pressing up against him not moving yet. He looks to feel her pull away licking her own lips.

"..."

"Now we owe each other.......hope you don't mind a gift."she winks before pulling away to head up. Jaron said nothing but he touches where she bit him but that leaves him chuckle. Sneaky little thing isn't she? For now, he'll think of a punishment later. He moves from the wall to head out with her into the DBT's base where the man the other two were torturing still screams in agony.

[dolliedarlin]

okay so i know i said that it would be K.H. but hear me out—

also purple borders to match the theme? hehe!

Tokyo Revengers — Specials - “Reminiscence”

A dip on the sofa cushions pulled the girl out of her trance. To be fair the book she was reading was quite enticing, it happened to be written by one of her favorite authors. A cheek smushed itself onto her shoulder as a hand snaked down her arm and fastened into her own.

“Hi darling,” The dark-haired man greeted, his voice deep and laced with exhaustion.

“Hi, baby,” She spoke in a sweet, caring, tone. “How was the shop today?”

“Busy.” He replied and caved into himself more. “I miss them, Dollie.”

“Miss who? Your friends? They’re still alive, Shin!” Dollie tried to add a little optimism but the poor, former president of the Black Dragons was still littered with sorrow.

“I know, but sometimes Waka or Benkei will come into the shop and then I realize that we’re nothing more than just customer and store-owner.”

Dollie’s brows furrowed and pout inched it’s way onto her lips. “But you still have Omi, right?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Shinichiro moved to lay his head in your lap. “But, I mean, he and I have drifted a little too. I look back on all the memories and I kinda wish I was that stupid, fourteen-year-old, kid again. Y’know?”

“Yeah, I do know,” Dollie sighed dreamily, “However, I don’t want you to be fourteen again. Not in a million years!”

Shinichiro raised a brow, “Huh? Why’d you say it like that?!”

“Babe, you know I love you? I do, so much! But your hairstyle back in the day was unbearable.”

“How did I know you were gonna say that,” Shin rolled his eyes and hesitantly touched his feathery hair. “You used to always fluff my hair out! I had it gelled to perfection and then a minute later, poof, there goes Dollie!”

The girl giggled at the playful pout on her boyfriend’s lips, she found them utterly kissable.

“And look at the hairstyle you have now? Kinda looks like what I tried to have it be all those years ago, no? And how many times do you get asked out now, huh?”

“Never! I’m taken and I’d never even consider being with another person!”

“Don’t lie, Shin! The other day I walked into the bike shop and a girl was asking for your number!”

“And you got mad at me for it!! Excuse me for trying to save my life by not revealing how many people actually hit on me!!” Shin defended, staring into Dollie’s defying eyes.

“So, people do hit on you? Wow that’s at least one more person than what it was when you were fourteen!”

Shinichiro stared blank-faced at his girlfriend, shocked and yet not surprised that she slandered him in his own home.

“That was mean, Doll.”

“I’m sorry,” She apologized, “it was the truth though!” Only to crush him even more.

“I deserve apology kisses, right now!” Shin declared, closing his eyes and pursing his lips. He faintly heard Dollie about to object, “Kisses, Dollie, now!”

The poor girl giggled and sighed at his antics. “Yes, your highness, Shinichiro! My greatest apologies for my awful transgressions!” Leaning down she placed kisses all over his face, purposefully avoiding his lips.

Discontentedly, Shinichiro grabbed Dollie’s face and interlocked their lips in a sweetly fulfilling kiss.

“Now, that’s an apology.” Shin whispered into her blushing face before diving back in for another.

OMG! SHINICHIRO! MY BELOVED!

HANGE YOU'RE AN ANGEL AND LIKE LAST TIME HAVE THE BEST TIMING! i needed a good cheering up recently and reading this made me so so happy! it made my entire week! thank you so much for being such a darling!

this is such a cute scenario too ahhhhhhhh! thank you so much for this blessing!

and i'm definitely the type to tease by kissing his face and not his lips, i love having my mini moments of evil｀(^▼^)´↑

also i know i can get a little jealous and possessive too, not too much though but maybe that's my red flag XD

AHHHHHHHHH! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! I CAN'T STOP SMILING AND NOW MY CHEEKS HURT! ｡(^▽^)ゞ

thank you so much, hange, my love! i love you so so much! mwah~ (ɔˆ ³(ˆ⌣ˆc)

[softmothprince]

dragon’s claim

Zhongli's sweet darling needs a... gentle, reminder of what exactly they are to each other

this is a collab piece with one of my friends~ they are much better at writing fluff than i am and it hits me in the feels

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She’s not pouting. Absolutely not. She’s also not glaring at the woman currently leaning on Zhongli’s arm, staring up at him with heart eyes as he rambles happily about the tea he was buying. Her arms are crossed and she leans heavily into the railing of the bridge, jaw clenched and teeth grinding.

No. She is not jealous of some… some… harlot! With a loud huff, she pushes off the railing and walks off the bridge, hearing her sandals click against the wood and then stone. Once she’s close enough, the tall geo archon looks up and gives that stupidly cute smile, cheerfully calling her name.

She refuses to acknowledge him and waits for him to finish his conversation. “Ready to go home dear?” he said with a sweet smile. She doesn’t respond and starts walking away back through the market as gently pulls her close to him. He sighs and leads her to a side alley, where she leans against a wall still not looking at him. He leans in close.

“Is my darling jealous?” He whispers, tucking her hair back behind her ear. His fingertips trace around her temple, then under her eye, before cupping her face. “You know I only hold affection for you, little one.”

He tenderly presses kisses over her cheeks and nose, placing a firm one on her lips. He pulls back enough to stare into her eyes, seeing the internal fight she is having. To submit to him or continue to pout and sulk. It makes him sigh and shut his eyes- as though a headache was creeping up on him.

“It seems I am going to have to… remind you, of that fact.” He decides, sliding his hands down to her wrists and brings her hands up to kiss them. His eyes peek open, glowing a warm amber in the dying light as he gives her a heated look. “I’m going to make love to you until your heart understands how much I love you.”

She pulls her face away and with a sad pout says, "Remind me of what Rex Lapis?"

He frowns, "That's not-"

"Remind me that only I get jealous and that the great Rex Lapis doesn't?!" she said with tears starting to fall down her face. "I'm the only one who gets possessive over you and you don't! It's like it doesn't bother you if someone else looks at me like that! Maybe next time Kaeya tries to-"

He slammed his hands into the wall, pinning her to it, "Kaeya did what?" he said with a low growl, his pupils having shifted into slits.

She shuddered for a moment. Seeing the amount of territorial possessive in his eyes made her heart stop and she struggled to find the words.

“Little one,” he said sternly, “I’m going to ask you again. What did Kaeya do?”

She took a deep breath. “The other day Kaeya came by the office and was trying to flirt as usual and he asked me if I wanted to go with him and have a real man for a master,” she answered nervously.

A fierce growl ripped from Zhongli’s throat, almost like a suppressed roar. She could see his struggle to stay composed as his fangs grew and scales started to appear on his neck.

“That damn bastard,” he said with another growl, “He has the audacity to try and take my precious mate from me?” She let out a small gasp. His horns were starting to poke through. “How dare he. If I see him again I’ll-”

He was cut off when he felt her hug him tightly. “I don't want anyone else!” she said before looking up at him. “The only master I want is you. My dragon, my Zhongli. So please don’t let anyone else try and take you from me either.” Her eyes on the verge of tears.

He sighed and kissed her forehead. “We’re going home. Now. I still have to teach you a lesson.” She nodded, “Yes Master.”

~*~

Her heart pounds in her chest, loud enough she wouldn’t be surprised if he heard it. Though, he’d had to be listening to that instead of the sounds coming from his hand playing with her cunt. After what had happened earlier, he had taken her home and immediately stripped them both of their clothes, pinning her down onto their bed.

It took him only a few seconds to pounce on her, his hand delving between her thighs to her pussy. It was wet and sticky, slick coating her thighs and his fingers. His narrowed gaze shifts from her pussy as he leans forward, latching onto her throat. His teeth scrape over her pulse, then travel down to the crook of her neck.

A deep scar laid on the soft flesh, marking her as his. His heart, his love, his mate. He eagerly kisses and nibbles around it, the scarred flesh much more sensitive and giving him the reactions he wanted. Her breath tickled his ear, every moan, sigh, and whisper of his name making him shiver.

He runs his other hand up her torso, cupping her breast and flicking his thumb gently over her nipple. She trembled more, waiting for him to snap and take her. She saw how fired up he had been earlier when just mentioning another man, she knows that flame is still burning fiercely in him.

And when he pulls away from her neck to look into her eyes, she can see it flickering in those piercing gems. A small bead of sweat drips down her neck and between her breasts, catching his attention. He doesn’t hesitate to follow it, kissing along the soft curve of her breasts, his tongue curling around her nipples when his mouth latches onto them.

Zhongli hums and pulls his hand away from between her legs, glancing at the mess he caused. She was far from cumming, but he had all night to… remind and teach her exactly what it meant to be his mate. Strong hands suddenly pull her across the bed until her legs dangle off the end, feeling a small burning from where the sheets rubbed.

He kneels between her thighs, nuzzling his cheek along the soft flesh and kissing the inside of her knee as he looks at her soaked pussy, a deep croon building in his chest. She shifts her still trembling legs, only to find them suddenly being grabbed and pinned to strong shoulders as a head of dark hair disappears between them.

She can hear him hum and whisper something, then say much louder in a teasing tone: “Itadakimasu~”

Something firm and hot swipes over her swollen clit, making her jolt with a loud yelp. Another swipe and she lets her head fall back onto the pillows, hands balling up into the sheets. Zhongli peers up at her through his lashes, taking in her reactions and growls when her thighs try to shut. He pushes them apart again, huffing against her cunt.

“Do not. Do that.” He scolds, then dives back in before she could speak, keeping his eyes on her face.

Loud slurps and wet smacks fill the room, blending in with his deep moans of pleasure. Her own suddenly reaches a higher pitch, her hips jumping when she feels his fingers slowly push inside and stroke the inside walls of her pussy. Her hand snaps down to tangle into his hair, tugging and causing more growls and moans to pour from his chest.

“I will never tire of this,” He purrs, pulling back slightly to look at how easily his fingers are sucked into her. “I will never tire of how beautiful you are when I pluck you like a lyre. The sounds you make are as sweet as birds' songs.” He dips down to suck on her clit, feeling her nails dig into his scalp.

“Your scent and taste are far better than the finest wines I’ve ever had. I will never tire of this.” He repeats, making sure that when he slowly stands up he catches her flustered gaze. “I will never tire of you.” He whispers, leaning over her body.

“Master-” She gasps and is cut off by him grabbing her knees, pushing them back against her chest.

She watches with wide eyes as his appearance smoothly changes, dark scales bleeding from his skin, fangs growing over his lips and horns poking through his hair. Zhongli rubs his fingers- no, they feel more like claws now -down her thigh and grabs his cock, lining up with her entrance.

His cock slides in easily, the walls of her cunt squeezing and sucking him in deeper. He bows his head, watching his dick thrust in and out, his breath picking up and sounds similar to growling building more and more. He returns his grip to her knees, leaning on them as his hips slap loudly against hers.

Sweat drips down his brow, his slitted pupil fluctuating as he looks at her face. Her cheeks are blushed a deep red, eyes rolling into the back of her head and mouth parted to let out moans and incoherent babbles.

“Master- Master ple-please, mo-more~” She sobs, nails scraping and digging into the skin of his arms and shoulders.

The small pinpricks of pain are lost in the throes of pleasure, his nerves burning with every thrust. He dips down to her ear, moaning and purring for a moment before managing to speak.

“Mate… you… breed… gonna fill you… so full… mine!…” He shudders, the familiar feeling of swelling at the lower part of his cock growing more and more. The knot kisses the outside of her cunt, dipping in ever so slightly before disappearing.

He grunts, one hand dropping her leg and going to grab her throat. He doesn’t squeeze to choke her, just presses enough to get her attention, growling her name when she only whimpers. Once those pretty eyes are on him, he lets his growing knot finally push in completely, feeling her entire body freeze as it registers the sudden sensation.

“Breathe, little one.” His voice is deeper. More rough than the usual smooth silk.

She finally lets out a sob, his knot pushing and rubbing her sweet spots deliciously. He manages a few more thrusts, until the knot is too swollen to pull out again. Does that stop him? Absolutely not. He humps and grinds like a man gone wild, slamming his mouth to hers to hide the animalistic sounds pouring out of him.

Her tongue flicks over his fangs, making him shudder and grip her tighter. He removes the hand from her throat and delves it between their bodies, finding her clit and- taking care of his claws -rubs it swiftly. A few more well placed thrusts, his teeth nipping her bottom lip, and she convulses around his cock while crying out his name.

The ravenette drops onto his arms over her, continuing to move as he himself cums thick and hot inside her. He presses his forehead against hers, sharing their breaths and staring into each other's eyes as they slowly come down from their high. Both of them are shaking, his darling more so.

Ever so slowly, he lets her leg go and brings his hand up to cup her face, stroking his thumb over her cheek and wiping away the tears of pleasure she let out. His other hand goes to hers, bringing it from his shoulder and to press against his chest- right above his racing heart. He can feel hers through their fingers.

He kisses her hand and then dips his forehead to meet hers while their breath slowly steadies and his knot recedes. Once he can move again he carefully begins to clean her up and wrapping her in one of the blankets before sitting next to her on the bed. His dragon features slowly fading.

He pulled her in close, wrapping his arms around her and planting soft kisses on her temple as she nuzzled into his neck. He smiled at his darling as she relaxed in his arms, letting out a small laugh remembering her pouty face from earlier which caused her to look up at him. He kissed her forehead. She was so unbelievably cute when she got jealous or pouted. Something about her moments of attitude made him love her so much more.

He then looked into her eyes with a warm smile. "My precious darling, don't you know that I will spoil you with whatever your heart desires? Whether it be riches and gifts or," he kisses her hand softly, "my time and affection. Whatever you ask of me is yours."

She blushes and tries to hide her face in his neck but he holds her by the chin,

"Don't forget. Dragons mate for life and you darling are my mate. Understand?"

She nods her head, while gazing into his eyes.

"With words my dear," he says leaning in to graze his fangs on her neck as a small reminder of what they had just done.

"Y-yes sir," she says blushing.

He smiles and pulls her in closer while caressing her cheek. "Good girl. Now let's rest shall we? Rest and get all the cuddles you want from your Dragon."

[suicidalslasher]

𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 - 𝒋𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒅.

the one where Jason is a jealous  dumbass,  that’s it -  that’s the plot.

WARNINGS: This is a Jason Dean fanfiction, therefore, you all know what you’re signing up for. I don’t really got to tell you, twice. 

  Possessive!Jason. Jealous!Jason. Female reader, reader’s pronouns are she/her. 

Slight mention and scene of choking but it’s not graphic. A hint of NSFW but it isn’t shown. Also there’s a few mentions of blood but it’s not a lot, either. I wanted to tag that nonetheless, too. Also, Jason actually shows emotions in this which is out of character but in MY world, Jason Dean is a simp to his girlfriend and would rather die than to live a day without her. 

I may add the smut scene later on, who knows?  Not me. This is my first imagine of Jason Dean so be nice to me or I’ll be like Ghostface and gut you like a fish (◍•ᴗ•◍)♡ ✧*  

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White knuckles from clenching his fists too hard, and gritted teeth from effort to remain silent, Jason bit back his words, knowing they'd be harsh and full of  poison.  He's fully aware of how much damage he'd likely cause if he spit out the words that were on his mind.  He was going to break, and he knew it wasn't going to take too long until he did so.   Yet, as the female continued to talk beside him as an attempt to grab his attention, the feelings only grew larger and he dug his teeth into his bottom lip, the metallic taste of blood trickling on the tip of his tongue.   Jason swallowed that anger when it was nothing but a fire-seed and he had forgotten to drink something cold right after, in an effort to calm himself down;   therefore, it grew in his stomach until it came out hotter than any dragon breath.... all those negative emotions that swam in his veins  and crept in the pit of his stomach exploded and all the feelings he desperately was trying to hold back came burning on the one person he loved the most, his girlfriend, (Y/N). His face was red with suppressed rage and when (Y/N)  set her finger on his shoulder, he swung around and mentally snapped, his nostrils flared  and his pupils were blown and dilated  as he snarled like an  out of control beast.  "I hate him more than I do the Heathers," spat Jason,  as he pushes his girlfriend up against the wall, the framed photograph that hung there now remained at the bottom of their feet, shattered into hundreds of pieces.   "I don't like you hanging out with him." Jason growled, his fingers curling around (Y/N)'s throat, feeling her pulse begin to quicken  as he presses his weight down onto the palm of his hand.  "Do you know how much it hurts to see you look at someone else? To see you smile at someone else? It makes me feel sick.”     "Jason... Let go of me. Let's talk. Please? You don't even know him... if you'll let me speak and tell you-"  "You love him, don't you?" Jason hisses, the sentence feeling like a slap to (Y/N)'s face as he throws out this statement.... it was a lie, that's what it was and (Y/N) desperately was trying to tell him how wrong he was but he just wouldn't listen, the arrogant  son of a bitch never listens!    "You love him more than you do me."  Before either teen realizes it, Jason is letting go of (Y/N)'s throat only for him to raise his hand up  into a fist and he's punching the only other framed photograph that was beside her, the glass shattering behind his knuckles. (Y/N) screams in horror and although she's pissed off, she - obviously - still cares about her boyfriend.  "Jason!" (Y/N) yelps, tears falling down her cheeks as she rushes to her boyfriend's side, examining his hand which was now dripping with crimson, a few drops of red landing on the now broken picture frame and the wooden floor beneath their feet. "C'mon, I've got a first aid kit around here, somewhere-" "You love him." Jason repeats, ignoring the fact she was trying to help him.  He pulls his hand back, dropping his arm by his side, not  even caring about the way the blood was falling from his knuckles and staining both his pants and shirt. The anger and venom that once coated his words were now replaced with a hint of sadness and heartbreak.  She's never seen him this upset before.... regardless, if he'd just calm down, she could explain.  "Jason, baby-" His voice broke as he looked up at (Y/N), sad eyes meeting with her confused but angry gaze. On top of those, she was sad, too.   "Go then. Go to him, if you prefer to spend your day with him rather than your own boyfriend. You don't care about me, I'm not sure you ever did."  (Y/N) sighed, shaking her head as a few more tears spill past her cheeks. "Fine. If you won't let me talk and tell you my side of the story, I'm leaving. If that's what you think and if you truly think I don't give a fuck about you, I'm gone." (Y/N) mutters, letting go of his hand as she walks back over to the door, grabbing her keys and wallet before storming out the door, slamming the door shut as she leaves.

A week passes. 

Another week following behind that.  

(Y/N) didn't bother to call or show up.

He really fucked things up, didn't he? 

Jason wasn't huge on  showcasing his feelings and putting them out on display for people to see. The only emotion he was so used to showing was anger and madness. Nothing but chaos was built and stored away in Jason Dean's body, too.  All three traits made him who he was.  People may not like him because of his temper and all the flaws he had but it was him, and he didn't plan on changing for anybody.  Expect.... of course, (Y/N). As he sat alone in his bedroom, he felt depressed. He never cried, either.  Couldn't tell you the last time he ever did cry. Did he even cry as a baby? Jason wasn't sure, nor could he tell you.  

But.... Jason cried. For the first time in forever, he broke down and cried. Couldn't help himself.  By the end of the night, there were no tears left to cry. He had run dry. His body couldn't form any more tears.   Feeling both mentally and physically drained, Jason reached over and grabbed his phone off of the night stand, dialing the one number he actually had memorized.  All he got was her voicemail.   "This is (Y/N). I can't answer the phone at the moment but  I will get back to you as soon as I can! Bye!"  Jason groaned and he was half-tempted to throw the phone out of his window but he decided against it as he left a voicemail, regardless. He wanted (Y/N) to know he was sorry. 

He wanted (Y/N) to know that despite their arguments (which weren't constant but when they did fight, it was mainly due to Jason's behavior rather than her own) he loves her.  

 (Y/N) coming into his life was the only good thing the world had offered and gave him. He wasn't going to give her up. Not that easily, anyways.  "Hey." He had forgotten he was leaving a voicemail, having zoned out for a second, the beep brought him back out of his thoughts.  "It's me. Uh.... Jason.... your boyfriend? I hope so, anyway, still.... But, yeah, it's Jason.... Jason Dean.... ha, uh.... you knew that.

  Listen, I'm sorry for everything,  (Y/N).  I'm sorry for having that temper tantrum and taking out my frustration and jealousy on you. I'm not good at this type of stuff, not so great with showing my emotions in person either, so....

 I'll talk here,  hopefully the message goes all the way through. I don't want to say this in person, again, I'm not good at the whole unraveling my feelings, especially not face to face.

 But... (Y/N), baby, you're the best thing that's ever been mine. You're my darlin', my girl, and I got jealous because I was scared, okay? 

I was scared of losing you. And I'm telling you this because it's been awhile now and I haven't seen you around or heard from you in awhile. Therefore, I may have already lost you but.... I love you, (Y/N)... and I'm sorry, okay? 

Thought you'd never hear me say that, huh? Me, apologizing? That's like... once in a blue moon. Hah.....  

But, uh... well, it's true. I'm sorry and I, Jason Dean, love you, (Y/N) (L/N). And I hope that you still love me too."   With that, Jason ends the call, hanging the phone back up on the table as he falls back onto the bed. He didn't - doesn't - know what to do if he didn't have (Y/N) by his side.   Trying to ignore these thoughts and place his attention elsewhere, he decides he needs to focus on sleeping. His body was exhausted after all that crying, plus the punch to the picture frame was still making his hand ache and throb, despite it being a few weeks since he had done it. 

He had one hell of a nasty bruise, too. He was sure it wouldn't look so ugly and scarred if he  had listened to (Y/N) and taken her up on that offer when she suggested the first aid kit...  Before he knows it, he's drifting off into a deep slumber, naturally bringing a pillow into his chest, tucking it underneath his arm as he falls asleep.   

Faint whispers of (Y/N)'s name spills pass his lips as he sleeps. He'd rather be cuddling her than a pillow but he'll take what he can get. He just hopes she'll accept his apology.  

(Y/N) gets home a little after midnight, sighing heavily and tiredly as she kicks off her shoes and strips out of her jacket, hanging the coat up first before setting her shoes under the rack. She had just finished unpacking and helping her cousin move things in his new apartment and she was exhausted. All she wanted to do was take a shower and go to bed. 

 In the corner of her eye, however, she notices her answering machine is flashing red, letting her know someone had left a voicemail.  She walks over and clicks on the button, expecting it to be for  her parents but instead she's met with a shocking fate - it was Jason.  

Hearing his voice, so weak and vulnerable, brought tears to her eyes and she bit back a sob. Especially when he apologized, that was new. 

They've said those three words to each other before, of course, but it was hearing how sad he sounded that let her know he truly did love her, despite everything they've been through and all the silly arguments they've shared over the past few months; they loved each other. 

 And nothing - nobody - could ever stand in the way of that.   Jason was still a huge dumbass, however. 

And as she grabs her jacket, sliding the thick layer of clothing around herself and dips her feet into her boots, she's quick to go and tell him that, too.  

She loves him, yes, but she needs to let him know he was a  huge fucking idiot. 

Jason, for the most post, was sleeping peacefully until he heard a loud crash coming from downstairs, along with a string of curse words. 

  He was quick to get up, throwing the blanket and pillow aside as he opened his bedroom door and creeps down the hallway, wondering who the hell was in his living room.   

He was met with.... well, not a burglar  neither his father as he would have guessed the next outcome to be but rather his girlfriend.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing here?" He asks, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands as he tried to shake off the remaining sleep that had taken over him not even a few hours ago. 

"I came here to scare you, obviously." She scoffs, rolling her eyes as she scrambles up and off of the floor, brushing her knees and arms from the fall she had taken.  "Your door was locked, couldn't find the extra key anywhere so I snuck in through the window and-"

"And... you're bleeding." Jason said, gesturing to the tiny gash on her arm.   "C'mon, I've got a first aid kit around here somewhere." He mocks, giving her a playful smile as he quoted the words she had said to him the day they got into that fight. 

 (Y/N) said nothing but she follows when Jason offers his hand out to her, anyway.   He was surprised when he did find the small box up in a cabinet.   

"It's fine. I'm fine. Nothing  a bandage won't fix, right?" 

"(Y/N). Why are you here? You never did answer me." Jason said, getting out the tiny box of band-aids, ripping one open as he presses the item down onto her arm. She was right, it wasn't a big cut, a few drops of blood, sure, but it wasn't one that'd get infected.  

"I got your voice message." She said with a shrug of her shoulders. "And I came to talk to you about it."

He wasn't sure whether or not that was a good or bad thing.

 "Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah. You're a dumbass." 

Oh. 

 It was bad. 

He felt his heart drop down to his stomach. He really let his jealousy get the best of him and now he was going to lose the one good thing he had in his life. 

"I love you but you didn't let me speak," She continued.  "That guy you saw... first of all, you have no right to judge him or say you hate him when you have no idea who he is. That dude I was seen with was my cousin, who, may I add, is gay.” 

“I’ve been helping him move which is why you saw me in town with him. We were getting a few supplies and picking up his furniture.” She continues.

“You got jealous over a guy who is far from being attracted to  females. And you know... he's related to me as well, so, that also plays a huge part in it. And if you didn't notice either, the picture you broke was actually a portrait of my family and his together at a family reunion. Of course, you didn't see that, though or probably even noticed but.... yeah, you're a dumbass. I love you, J.D, but you're an idiot for thinking I'd ever love someone more than I love you." 

Jason says nothing, he feels embarrassed, ashamed, but overall; he feels happy, knowing she still loves him, even if he was a total moron.  "I'm sorry, baby, I got jealous and I shouldn't jump so quickly to conclusions  and-"

"And you need to make up for it." She said, pressing her chest up against his, resting her hand on the palm of his cheek, brushing a few stray hairs out from his face as she gives him a seductive look. "And how.... exactly, are you going to make up for it, baby?" She purred. 

"I think I've an idea." He said with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah? While you're at it, can you choke me like you did, too?" 

"I'll do more than just choke you with my hand, darling." 

"To be suffocated and to choke on either your cock and hand would be a blessing, my dear." 

"Then let's go upstairs, shall we?"

(Y/N) smiled and took Jason's hand with her own, giggling as if she wasn't just talking about getting choked by her boyfriend, as if she was some saint rather than a sinner. Fuck... Jason loves how dirty she was. "We shall." He replies, nearly dragging her up the stairs and into his bedroom. 

"Going to show you how much I love you, going to treat you so good, so well, baby girl... missed you so much, love you so much..." 

[ackermans-freedom-inc]

ohhhh a smut request with like possessive jealous levi!!!! like the reader doesn’t mean it but she feels neglected so she just starts talking to erwin more or something but not like in a romantic way or anything purely platonic but levi is like nah you’re mine. ugh i just want dom levi -🐉

I am calling you my dragon anon now <333 than k you for ur service with this request bc WE WANNA GET RAAAILED BY LEVI!! SAY IT LOUDER WITH ME NOW!!! I hNG for a dom levi bc uh…I die. JEALOUS POSSESSIVE DOM LEVI??? Someone transfuse me. 

Anywho NSFW UNDER THE CUT

ENJOY THIRSTY THURSDAY #4!!! DOM!LEVI – jealous/possessive, edging

You swung your legs lazily as they hung off the edge of the table. It was once again late at night, and Levi was buried in a mountain of paperwork. You had tried to get him to bed, to get some rest in order to tackle the giant pile on his desk another day, but he had shooed you away with a curt, “Y/N, I’m busy. Really. “

Taking the hint, you decided to go for a walk around the empty base, expecting all the cadets and other squad leaders either in their rooms with work or already snoring. Imagine your surprise when you happened to bump into Erwin, looking tired and spent, but very different than usual after he traded in his usual crisp uniform and tie for a loose shirt and pants for bed. He was carrying a cup of coffee, and your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you saw the coffee grounds floating in the water. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you decided to step in and help the hapless commander out. Someone get this man a WIFE.

So there you were, chatting idly with the commander about his day while you prepared his coffee, dumping out the sandy contents of his cup and scolding him in jest. He was still your boss after all. He was easy to talk to, casual and attentive, listening to your endless ramblings and responding occasionally with an interesting fact. You had been telling him about the resident possums you had found near the stream, your arms waving describing the way the mama possum had been carrying her babies on her back. Erwin had chuckled at your description. “You know, their body temperatures are too low to carry rabies, and they eat a lot of the harmful ticks around.” He offered, your eyes lighting up after hearing the fun fact. “Really?! That’s amazing!”  

Soon, after the last drop of dark liquid had filtered through the paper, you stirred some cream and sugar into the coffee before offering the cup to a slightly embarrassed Erwin. He took the cup from you and took a large swig, closing his eyes and sighing in relief as if the caffeine hit him immediately. Pressing a hand to your shoulder, he thanked you before excusing himself to his room, much more work to be done.

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The next day, Levi barely had time to come down to eat breakfast. Had he not, maybe he would have missed the way Erwin came up and placed a cup of coffee by your plate, gesturing for you to try it. Levi had looked between the two of you with narrowed eyes as you took a sip before turning to the tall blonde, eyes sparkling in a way that made Levi want to punch someone. “Erwin!” you exclaimed, jumping up and giving the man a smack on the arm, “You devil! This is great! See how much better it is when you use the filter?”

He chuckled, chest puffing slightly at your compliment, his piercing blue eyes staring into yours, “Well, I have to say, I had a great teacher who whipped me into shape!” He patted you gently on the shoulder, “Oh! I also left some food out for the mama possum by the stream! You should go check it out sometime. Maybe you’ll catch her.” He winked, giving a small nod to the confused and slightly angry Levi before taking his leave. Meanwhile, you were none the wiser, and plopped down in your seat, happily taking another sip of the coffee.

“Oi. What was that about?” Levi asked, eyes flitting between the retreating form and you. “Oh, nothing, I ran into Erwin last night and saw him making coffee with the ground IN his cup like you would make tea, so I showed him how to do it properly that’s all.”

“Last night?” came the inquiry, “You were with me last night doing paperwork.”

“Yah,” your pointed stare and confused look only made him angrier as jealousy churned in his stomach. “You told me you were busy so I took a walk.”

“A walk with Erwin?”

“Levi!” your hands came down on the table at that accusation, “You neglected me all day, and told me off when I was trying to get you to rest, so I went and took a walk, and just happened to run into Erwin. What is your problem?”

Eyes indiscernible, your grumpy partner stood up and took your wrist, dragging you up with him. “Let’s talk back in the room”.

You followed him, trailing behind as he pulled you towards the room. As soon as the door clicked shut, he faced you, whole demeanor changing. You gulped, realizing what you had gotten yourself into as your body began to heat up.

“So you’re telling me” Levi whispered, voice dangerous as he closed the gap between you and him. “that when I was overwhelmed with paperwork, stuck doing work, you went and not only made coffee for another man, but spent time with him? Talked to him about your little possum family? That was our thing!”  

You squeaked, pressing yourself against the wall as Levi stepped closer, nose to nose with you. “What did I say about being a good girl?” he growled, pressing his body against yours. “What did I tell you about not causing trouble for me?”

You whimpered, feeling the hard contours of his body pressing against yours as his words made your core throb in anticipation. “I’m sorry” you managed, hoping your words would make him go easier on you. “You’re sorry…what?” was his reply, eyes still boring into you. “I’m sorry Levi!” you tried, eyes searching his for what he wanted.

“Try again”

“I’m sorry...sir?”

“Nope”

You gulped. Oh shit. He was in that mood.

“I’m sorry…Captain.” You squeaked, barely meeting his eyes.

You guessed right. Stepping away from you, he strode over to the bed, taking a seat before speaking. “Strip”.

Oh how quickly you obeyed, tearing at your uniform, shedding each piece of clothing before you stood there, completely bare before him. He didn’t speak, choosing to just spread his legs. You knew. You scurried over and got on your knees, your hands scrambling to undo his pants, your tongue snaking out to lick your lips. Before long, you had Levi’s pants unbuckled, and tugged it down slightly, revealing your prize. He was already hard. You knew how much he loved it when you called him that, when the mood arose. You were only so happy to oblige, eyes looking into his as your tongue began to lap at the glistening tip, your soft moan at the taste of him making him close his eyes. “That’s it kitten” he praised, hand coming down to fist in your hair. “Take me deeper.”

You moaned your permission and pleasure, letting him fuck your mouth as the feeling of his grip in your hair sent tingles down your spine and already dripping core. The sounds in the room were telling if anyone happened to hear. His soft grunts, the wet squelching and sucking noises that came from your mouth, and the way you moaned around him as he pumped would have given it away.

Just when your jaw started to ache and your chin was dripping with liquids that would have driven Levi crazy any other time, the man finally let up from his thrusting, and you spluttered, feeling empty and needy without him. He remedied it with a quick jerk of his head, “on the bed”.

You scrambled, wanting desperately to cum as you got on all fours, yours and his favourite position. Instead of what you wanted, you felt his fingers slide along your thighs as he groaned, “Look how wet you are for me…” he whispered, a sharp slap on your bare backside making you squeal, “You get like that for Erwin?”

“No! Only you Captain.” You quickly spoke, another moan falling from your mouth as he gave you another slap. “That’s right. You get like this for me. Only me” Levi whispered, fingers teasing you once more. You needed him, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get him to go faster, go deeper, anything. Instead of giving you what you wanted, he thrust his dripping fingers harshly in your mouth with an order of “Suck.”

You moaned around his fingers, breathing hard as your arousal spiked even higher tasting yourself on his fingers. You reached around with your free hand, about to touch yourself when a harsh slap on the back of your hand made you still, your tongue stopping its licks around his fingers as your hand froze in place.

“Don’t even think about it”. Levi growled, “you cum by my cock screaming my name or you don’t cum at all.”

With that threat, you had expected to be fucked when something brushed against your folds. But to your disappointment, it was his fingers. He slid them in, your arms shaking and legs trembling as you begged him to fuck you. He ignored it all, pumping and curling his fingers in a way that made you see stars. All you could do was moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he teased you just shy of your release. Soon, you couldn’t take anymore, almost at your limit. “Ca-captain please!” you begged, your back was aching, the tension built up in you threatening to snap at any moment.

He got the message. You felt the tip of his cock glide across your folds, and before you could wiggle your hips or whine, he buried himself inside you, your arms giving out as you fell against the pillow. And oh did he fuck you. Levi grabbed at your backside, your waist, your hair, holding you for leverage as he thrust, your moans muffled by the pillows. “Captain” and “Sir” falling from your lips.  As you started to tremble around him, your walls clenching against him, he grunted, pulling you back by the hair as he growled in your ear, free hand pinching your straining breasts, “You’re mine you hear? You’re mine Y/N. Mine to love, mine to tease, mine to fuck. Mine.”

You echoed him, delirious as sensations took over your body, “Yours Captain, I’m all yours. Promise. Only yours. Yours!” you repeated over and over, desperate for your release. Just when you were about to cum, Levi stopped. You screamed, thrashing as the wave that was building in your stomach subsided, tearing you away from the edge. But before you could do anything more, you were on your back. Levi entered you easily, eyes on yours as you tried to keep some sort of coherent words from falling out of your mouth. But when he took his hand and grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head as he continued to thrust, you lost it. You knew you were close, and the idea of being restrained and held down only made you hotter. You begged, knowing it would get you what you wanted. “Please…please please let me cum…Le- Captain…Sir let me cum please.” Your voice was wrecked, your legs were shaking harder than Levi had ever seen them, and he was close too. Letting go of your wrists, he moved his hand to your breasts. “Cum with me.” He growled, pinching and kneading. You obeyed, both of your worlds shattering into pure bliss.

Moments later, as you lay in his arms, body still shaking, Levi pressed a kiss to your forehead, sweaty and matted with hair.

“Wasn’t even my fault. You were just frustrated with paperwork” you pouted, “Not even fair.”

“Nobody said I was fair” your smug boyfriend mused, holding you close, pressing another kiss to your lips.

[yan-twst]

What would happen if the reader jokingly told yandere Leona, Azul, Idia, Malleus and the tweels they loved someone else?

leona kingscholar

he’d immediately snarl and ask his darling why they’d even think it’d be funny to say something like that

he knows it’s a joke- it better be- but that doesn’t mean it makes him any less angry. 

does his darling think it’s fun to get him on a bad mood? well, if they wanted him mad they succeeded- the grip on their wrists is sure to bruise when he pins them to the wall and warns them to never try to play games like that again, for their own sake

he’ll let them off with the bruises and a warning; however, he’ll be in a foul mood for the rest of the day. seriously, this whole thing was a terrible idea: leona acts even more protective and grumpy than usual

at the same time, he’ll act a bit colder to his darling, and that’s terrifying. leona acting that way only means he’s probably angrier than he’s showing, and god knows that any little thing could make him snap 

azul ashengrotto

now why would you do that? azul’s darling would have front-row seats to witness azul’s more miserable, desperate side; he’s made it quite clear he needs them, and that he’s willing to go to extremes to keep them

despite being quite suave, the joke might go over his head for a second, and he’d be filled with absolute despair. it’s one of his biggest fears, that his darling would find someone better; even as a joke, it crushes him

the waterworks and crying will probably be a good sign to his darling they fucked up; even if he composes himself, it’s clear he wasn’t amused at all

the crushing hug they’re enveloped in and azul’s mantra of “you were joking, right? you love me, right?” is simply the beginning. azul can take no risks; this small joke set off alarms 

even if the relationship had been... relatively ok, up to that point (with azul suppressing his more obsessive tendencies), this could easily be the turning point- azul would begin to cut away his darling’s ties with others, slowly becoming th. who knows is they could really fall in love with someone else? he has to prevent that

idia shroud

oh, really, why would his darling do that? don’t they know how insecure- how fragile his feelings are? don’t they know how much he relies on validation? he already doubted his darling loved him for real: the little “joke” just breaks him further

instead of being angry, he’d just be incredibly sad. oh, he’d be so destroyed- he doesn’t care if it was a joke, it just hurts

his pain would fuel his obsession. oh, he knew it was an unreachable goal to win his darling’s heart fairly; surely, they just stuck by him due to pity; he could never have them love him naturally! so he should just... take the other route, perhaps?

like with azul, this little “joke” is gonna cost idia’s darling their freedom. the ignihyde dorm leader simply cannot trust them not to run off now; he’ll use small cameras and microphones to keep track on them, always keeping tabs on who they are with and freaking out when someone gets too close

he’ll begin to isolate his darling, whether they want to or not: they managed to spark his fear and insecurities, and now he’s going to keep them where he’s sure they’re his

malleus draconia

listen, malleus is no good at reading people or their tones: especially with such a serious matter as his darling’s love, he won’t catch up it’s a joke until he’s tightly gripping his darling’s wrist and they desperately tell him they were just joking

malleus will be very distressed. why would they make such a joke to him? that’s not- no, that’s not normal, is it? he knows he’d never dare say something like that, so why would they say it?!

malleus’s possessiveness is something his darling would know by now; his instinct to hoard, to hold his darling close like the dragon he is. 

so that kind of joke will anger him greatly. usually he’d try not to hurt his darling; however, when he’s so mad and jealous, he might end up bruising them or accidentally burning them with his fire

his darling should consider this their warning to never try that again. malleus might be a gentle lover when he’s calm, but his anger isn’t something they should test- unless they want to be locked in the tower way sooner than they would had the relationship ran it’s expected course

floyd leech

tell me one single reason why anyone would ever think it’d be a good idea to joke about this with him

floyd’s mood is like a rollercoaster- he goes from cooing like he’s talking to a child to holding his darling by the neck when they say those words

what’s that shrimpy...? you thought that joke was funny...?

he might really make his darling pass out by cutting off their air supply. he can easily lift them up by holding them up by the neck, watching as they helplessly struggle- why make him angry, huh? 

his darling will be bruised, and there’s a chance they pass out just because of that joke. even once they wake up, floyd might still be pissed

he won’t be lowering his voice or glaring at them, but his cooing and playfulness will clearly have a violence to it; also, he’ll be much more vicious in tearing his darling away from any social interaction he dislikes

jade leech

once again, i cannot even phantom why his darling would even think it was an ok idea to say such a thing. jade’s anger is something nobody wishes to bring forth, and they might just get close to it

he’ll slam a hand to the wall next to his darling’s hand, startling them and caging them in. now, now, that wasn’t a very tasteful joke, was it? they shouldn’t go around joking about things like that...

especially not to him, whose love runs so deep. he acts as if he’s hurt by the joke, but really, he’s just angry and bitter; that’s really the last thing he wanted to hear from his darling’s lips, even as a joke

if his darling wants to be funny, then he’ll be hilarious too- he’ll tell them he’s cutting the time they’re allowed to go outside, limit the people they can see... oh, but he will go through with his words.

jade’s silent but strong anger is terrifying. he’ll be holding this anger for a long while- perhaps with small things, such as cooking meals he knows his darling dislikes, to bigger things like holding their wrist tighter than needed to bruise. small reminders, to not do that again