#not to mention they also enjoy glass animals

[bengiyo]

2024 Recap: ✨A Summary✨

Post your most popular and/or favourite edit/gifset/analysis for each month (it’s okay to skip months!)

@troubled-mind and @my-rose-tinted-glasses brought this back, and @lurkingshan mentioned me in hers.

January:

most popular - Last Twilight Ep 12 (Finale) Stray Thoughts

favorites - An Apology to Ossan’s Love and The Novelist, and Goblin is One of the Best Shows Ever Made

Seems I decided to cope with Last Twilight’s disappointment by capping off three big catchups. I am still so glad that I went back to Ossan’s Love and The Novelist to watch them properly. I still think these shows get a bad reputation, and I’m curious to see how the Thai version lands with audiences. I feel like I could also say so much more about Goblin, because I’ve also been considering a rewatch.

February:

most popular - Quick Post about How Great It Is to Be a J-BL Fan

favorites - My first interaction with @happypotato48, Love for Love’s Sake Finale, Drama Shower Explainer, My Post About How Much I Love Dynamite

What a fun month! I made a new friend, and found a new favorite show! I was so correct about how much Japanse QL we were getting and how much we’ve gotten in the past year. Though I was disappointed in the end of Drama Shower, I’m still glad that MBS is making BL…and whatever Red Blue is (I want to watch it so bad). My love for Dynamite has only grown since I wrote that post. I need to see so much more Aungpao this year.

March:

most popular - Love is Better the Second Time Around Ep 2 Stray Thoughts

favorites - Perfect Propose Finale, Cherry Magic TH Finale, Cherry Magic Anime Finale

It really was unexpected that we got two good adaptations of Cherry Magic in the same year, both of which would supplant the original adaptation for me. I think the Thai live action might be the best one for viewers, but damn is the anime still my favorite. Perfect Propose also may have been short, but that show has stuck with me. I still think about Kai giving Hiro the first good sleep he’s had in forever.

April:

most popular - Threatening people to tag Unknown spoilers

favorites - A “violence” ask about I used to shout out Tadaima, Okaeri.

This month looks relatively quiet for me, but holy shit was Tadaima, Okaeri unexpected. I was not expecting one of my favorite shows of the year to be an omegaverse husbands becoming dads show.

May:

most popular - Asking other BL fans how often we’d seen a 69 in BL

favorites - My Post About Why I Don’t Like We Are, My Wandee Goodday Check In

Man, I really hoped that Wandee Goodday would be good. I’m still flabbergasted by how badly that show lost me. Oyei and Cher were so important to me. Pour one out for the homies.

June:

most popular and favorite - Love Sea: Tongrak is Kind of an Asshole, and I Like It

other favorites - My Love Mix Up TH: The Adaptation Changes to the Class Play

Becoming a fan of MAME was not something I ever expected of myself, and yet here we are. I’ve now enjoyed three of her shows in a row, and supported another adaptation of her work. I also am so sad that MLMU wasn’t something I could enjoy. I was so amped after Cherry Magic TH and had real hope that this could also be fantastic.

July:

most popular - I Hear the Sunspot Ep 5 Stray Thoughts

You can tell I was traveling this month. I was quiet.

August:

most popular - Ben’s Big BL Blurb

favorites - Knock Knock, Boys! review, Office Romance Meditation on The Trainee and Other Shows

There were too many episodes to catch up on after traveling, so I dropped Stray Thoughts. It was probably for the best, because it took up a lot of time, and it made me grumpy to write about shows that were in a slog. I’ve enjoyed writing more focused pieces since.

September:

most popular - Horniest Sex Scenes Ask

favorites - The Trainee Reflection on Adulthood, Happy of the End Review, I Hear the Sunspot Wasted Taichi As a Character

The Trainee was so solid that I wrote about it two months in a row! Unfortunately it coincided with two J-BL losses that I had to mark.

October:

most popular and favorite - Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo: We Are So Fucking Back

other favorites - An Apology to The Miracle of Teddy Bear, Love in the Big City Part 1: It’s Gay, Peaceful Property: There’s Nothing Noble About Being Poor

What an incredible month for me! I finished one of the best shows we never got to see properly in 2022, we got a fantastic adaptation of one of the best books I read this year, and Hwang Da Seul came back with an absolute banger.

November:

most popular - Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo reaction

favorites - Love in the Big City Part 2: The Weight of Homophobia, Making a Clown of Myself at the Beginning of Your Sky, Ben’s Big BL Blurb 2: Fall is Finally Here, Blue Canvas of Youthful Days: BL is So Good When The Characterization Holds

I feel like I must have had a lot of time to write this month. I still stand by what I said about Blue Canvas at this point, even if the finale threw a lot of this away. I also highlighted my Your Sky post as an example of how exciting the beginning of a new show can be before it veers off and loses steam. 

December:

most popular - Ben’s Big BL Blurb 3: Blue Canvas of Youthful Days Blew It, But I Still Recommend It

favorites - Random QL Superlatives 2024, Our Youth: “Don’t Do It At School”

I really love the end of the year posts as a time to reflect on everything we watched. What really stood out for me this year was how much I just let go. I’m glad I’ve watched less, and have stuck with things that compelled me in some way. Hilariously, I think it’s actually lowered my overall average, but my general mood is up because I’m not forcing myself to slog through shows. 

You can go here to find your top 10 posts of each month.

[morb1dcan1d]

Did a lil thing for my friend Sunsetfeline (IG) birthday <3

Tried something new with the clouds and am quite happy with how it all turned out :3

[halloweennymph]

Full Moon

werewolf x f! reader

summary: after a failed halloween party, you decide to go home, not even thinking that you would end up having a passionate encounter with a beast.

warnings: oral (f! receiving), loss of virginity, dub-con, knotting, breeding, mentions of kidnapping.

a/n: i haven’t written in months so it’s probably not my best work, but i hope that some of you enjoy it!! <3

You tried. You really tried going to that stupid halloween party that your friends had been begging you to attend with them, promising that it would be cool and fun. But it wasn’t like that, an hour later they just disappeared, probably just to fuck with their boyfriends in a random room or bathroom, leaving you by yourself surrounded by strangers in a house that already smelled like alcohol and puke.

That’s how you ended up walking alone in the middle of the night, wearing a ridiculous angel costume that barely covers your body, planning on getting back home as soon as possible and spend the night in cozy pajamas and watching horror movies.

The street is almost empty, just some kids trick or treating are still outside, but you don’t really pay attention to anything until you hear something strange, some footsteps creeping closer to you.

At first you can’t see anything, it’s too dark, but then you see him. A werewolf, hiding behind a tree, staring at you with big yellow eyes as if he is about to catch another prey to eat.

A very realistic costume, that’s what you think, maybe just a random dude trying to mess with you… right?

“Nice costume!” you smile to him from the distance, not wanting to be rude, and then continue to your way home. A couple more blocks and you’ll be there, ready to relax after that disgusting place and the so called party.

If it weren’t for the full moon, you’d be completely terrified to be on your own, but with the way it dimly illuminates your path it’s almost soothing.

Once you finally get home, you take off your shoes and go straight to your room to take off the rest of your cheap costume. But once you strip down to just your panties, you hear those strange noises again.

…maybe this time it’s some wild animal or kids messing around?

You turn around to look through your window and there he is, that werewolf staring at you once more, as if he hadn’t had enough with that first time. But instead of feeling pissed off, you feel fear, and a deep instinct to run and hide.

“Go away” it’s all you can say, and of course that he won’t follow you orders, he already decided that you will be his, one way or another.

Before you can even think or react, the werewolf breaks the window and comes inside your room, inspecting the place carefully and stepping on the broken glass without feeling a single thing. That’s it. You think it’s over and imagine the worst escenario possible, but when he comes closer to you he just stares down at your fragile and terrified frame.

“I won’t hurt you” he says. “I just think that you’d be the perfect mate for me, don’t you think, little one?”

Having him just a few inches inches from you, you can see his sharp teeth, his wet nose and shiny fur, and you can also perceive his strong smell, animalistic, and… intoxicating. That’s when you realize that it’s not just a dude in a costume, it’s a real werewolf.

“I- I don’t know” you reply with a trembling voice.

He takes a step closer and leans in, just enough to smell your hair, your neck, and your shoulders. So so sweet. You wouldn’t believe it if he told you that he smelled you from miles away, causing some kind of urge on him, so intense that he had to track down the pretty thing that smelled just like innocence.

“You’re a pure one” he growls, with his muzzle buried on your neck. “We don’t find things like you very often”.

You don’t really know what he’s implying by pure, maybe the fact that you’re still a virgin, but oh, all of the sudden your thoughts and fears vanish from your mind when he starts licking your neck.

Each drag of his tongue feels like nothing you’ve had before, and so you dare to touch him, a real one, like you always read about in those romance novels. You caress his fur, thick and soft, and then slightly pull on those pointy ears, completely amazed to be able to run your hands through such a dangerous beast.

Without wasting any time, he wraps his paws around your waist and guides you to the bed, pushing you softly into the softness of your silk sheets.

Now having you completely at his disposal, he takes just a few seconds to admire your fragile body. He always dreamed of having a little human all to himself, but he never thought he’d find someone so pretty, so perfect.

Caging you beneath him, his muzzle slowly travels down to your cleavage and your tits, licking your hard nipples for a bit before continuing his way down, dragging his wet nose from your ribs to your belly, and finally, your clothed pussy.

He effortlessly rips off your lace panties with his fangs and his tongue immediately finds its place between your folds, tasting your sweet arousal. And that’s more than enough to drive him crazy.

He devours your pretty pussy like he hasn’t eaten in months, moving his slimey tongue from your little hole to your clit, making you mewl in pleasure and buck your hips against his face in an attempt to receive more.

He wraps his strong arms around your thighs, slightly digging his claws into your skin, just to keep you from moving while he licks your clit as fast as he can.

“I’m gonna cum” you moan, mindlessly tugging at his dark fur, already feeling that familiar pit in your lower belly about to explode.

A few seconds more and you come undone, riding the waves of pleasure on his mouth. And even though you’re starting to get overstimulated, he keeps your trembling legs apart, drinking all the sweet juices that leak out of you.

Oh, you have no idea how much he’s going to enjoy tearing open that unused little pussy of yours.

In your mind, clouded by pleasure, you think that maybe he will go away now, but when he get his muzzle out of between your legs and starts manhandling your body onto a new position, you know that it’s not over. He wants more than that.

Putting on all fours, he pushes your head to the mattress and lifts your hips, so roughly that he unintentionally scratches your skin with his long claws.

“This might hurt you a little bit” the werewolf speaks, using the tip of his red cock to smear his precum all over your entrance. “But you’re gonna take it like a good girl, won’t you?”

You’re scared, with your heart racing like crazy, but deep down you crave it. You crave to be fucked hard, and right now you don’t even care that he’s a beast that could easily tear you in half.

“Y-yes” you mewl, arching your back even more. “I’ll be a good girl.”

That’s all he needed to hear. Slowly, he starts pushing it inside, letting out a soft hiss at the sensation of your little hole stretching around him, so warm and tight, accommodating to the big size of his cock.

It hurts and stings, but you don’t want him to stop, so you just cry out in pain while grabbing your sheets, trying to tough it out like the good girl that you promised to be.

Once he is buried deep inside your pussy, he gives you a few seconds to adjust, spitting some drool right there to make it more slippery before thrusting. He starts slowly, but it’s not long until his animalistic urges take over and it turns rough and desperate.

You swear that you can feel him all the way up to your guts, forcing your walls to memorize each one of his ridges and veins. And before you know it, the pain has faded, leaving only the pleasurable stretch.

“It’s too much” you moan when he hits your sweet spot, mixing quite well with the bounce of his heavy balls against your clit.

“Go ahead and cum on my cock, pretty girl” he growls, grabbing your ass to slam into you even harder, already knowing that you’re close to another orgasm by the way you clench around him.

Loud squelching noises and your pathetic cries fill the room, it’s filthy, and you kinda feel like a slut for losing your virginity in such a dirty way. But do you care? not a single bit, specially not when you’re getting fucked by a literal werewolf.

You can’t take it any longer so you let your second orgasm overtake your body, whimpering and trembling under him, your greedy hole now spasming and sucking him in, begging to be bred.

You feel so good that just a few more thrusts and he is finally reaching his peak, letting out a deep grunt as he releases all of his hot cum inside you, filling your womb with his fertile seed.

He collapses on top of you, careful not to hurt you under his weight, only for a few minutes while you both catch your breath and enjoy the weird sensation of his inflated knot binding you together.

You have no idea of what you just did, but a dumb smile appears on your face, feeling safe under the mass of muscles and fur.

What you really don’t know, is that once his cock goes soft, he’s gonna pull out and carry your limp body in his arms, taking you with him to the deepest part of the woods. Why would he leave you there on your own again if you’ll probably have his pups after a few months?

Now you’re his, forever.

[vetitiscripta]

some sfw and nsfw headcanons for tpof ren please🦊🙏🏻 instantly fell in love with your writing and craving the foxy dilf

oh anon you’re so sweet, i’m glad you like my writing! AND YOU MAY ABSOLUTELY HAVE DILF REN HEADCANONS I AM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES FOR THAT MAN I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG

sfw

he lets you run your fingers over his scars, tracing them. if he’s feeling up to it, he’ll even tell you the story behind them

still a big anime fan so on his days off he likes to just relax with you and do anime marathons

since ren lives in different apartments, of course you go with him when he moves locations. he found an apartment by the bunker to stay in while you were recovering. traveling while you have multiple open wounds seems like a hassle so he figured it would just be easier to get a place nearby

YOU ARE SO SPOILED!! anything you want, its yours. you once mentioned how you miss all the games you had and you woke up the next morning to just about every new gaming console under the tv, already plugged in and games loaded on them. sometimes you have to be careful with what you offhandedly mention wanting because he will get it for you (he just likes seeing you happy, he lives for your smile)

once you are trusted with being outside (something that took quite a while for you to earn), he will absolutely take you out and about in town just to A) show you off and B) take you on shopping trips. he 100% has a black card. ANYTHING YOU WANT, YOU GET! that sweater is $1500? sure, get one in every color. you like the glass elephant that is made purely of crystal? it can be a decorative piece on the dining table

despite how spoiled you are, you are not free from being punished. you don’t get punished as much anymore, but at the beginning of your relationship, you defied him, hoping that you could get away (either running away or by death, you didn’t care at that point). ren has been through his fair share of punishments, he’s told you such; he knows how to leave a memorable punishment to help you understand. he’s also not above bringing out the shock collar in case the punishments aren’t enough

but after every punishment, he always cleans you up and cuddles with you, stroking your hair as you cry into his chest. depending on how far in the relationship it is, he can feel bad for punishing you but he knows that it’s to help you behave and understand

before you’re trusted to be left alone in the apartments, he’ll bring you with him to the bunker when he’s streaming. the first time you realized where you were, you almost threw up from the pure panic that spread through you. ren cupped your face and kissed you to help calm you down, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find how absolutely terrified you were adorable. while he’s streaming you are left in the hands of rhino and kangaroo, who you have come to enjoy and consider friends (or at least as close to friends as you can get in your now abnormal life)

ren once considered getting you a pet to keep you company when you’re alone but he quickly discarded the idea due to how jealous he would be. you are his and your full attention should be on him. he might consider something super low maintenance like a goldfish (you would have to beg him for it though because he would still be jealous what a loser)

i personally think that ren would want a family. its not an intense urge he has, not something he thinks about 24/7, but he thinks about it every so often and how nice it would be (he’s also not getting any younger). ren is very fucked up (from both trauma and who he is as a person now) and it might not happen, but he still thinks about it, especially with you. its very cheesy of him to say, but he knows you’re the one. when he’s really going through it and feeling down, he wonders if what you have is real, if you truly love him or if it’s all for show to just survive (you always tell him that if it was just for show you wouldn’t be so willing to be around him and probably would have killed yourself early on babe your stockholm syndrome is showing)

nsfw (under the cut)

cliché but ren likes to bite during sex. he gets rather caught up in the moment and tasting you really gets him going

his heats can be pretty intense. his more clingy side comes out when he’s in heat and he will not leave you alone. from the moment you wake up until you fall asleep for the night (if you sleep during his heat), he has you in different positions and his dick is always inside you. even if you have to get up for something, he is following you, basically piggybacking you with how close he is

while you probably don’t appear in streams anymore, ren will occasionally film you two fucking. he teases you by telling you that you’re live and everyone is watching or that he’ll upload it for his fans later (a lie, you’re for his eyes only now but he does love how flush you get and how you beg him to turn the camera off)

this is already canon but ren loves seeing you in cute, frilly lingerie. there is nothing he loves more than to buy you an expensive lingerie set and have you show it off to him, only for him to rip it off of you within seconds. if he really likes the piece he’ll fuck you in the lingerie and will have you wear it again

phone sex while he’s away. every night he’ll call you just to listen to you get yourself off while he talks you through it. he’s fisting his cock during it as well, but he loves guiding you through it more. he has to make sure you don’t miss him too much. sometimes he’ll cut the call short and will wait for the spam of calls and texts from you as you beg him to call you again so you can cum. if you don’t get to call, he’ll demand you send pictures/videos. anything will do: shirtless pics, videos of you fingering yourself. he keeps everything you send him in a special folder on his phone that he turns to when he needs a quick dose of you

loves teasing you in public. fancy restaurant on the nice end of town? ren has his hand in your pants while the two of you talk over a split dessert (well, he’s talking. you’re trying to not moan out loud in the middle of the restaurant). is not afraid to drag you into an alley and push you to your knees, cock springing out as he tells you to open your mouth. he’s not worried about anyone seeing but if they do he’ll either throw a smirk their way if you’re hidden from their sight or, if you’re not hidden, he’ll remember what they look like and will seek them out later for a ‘friendly chat’ (you are for his eyes only)

BREEDING KINK!!! following my whole ‘ren wants a family’ thing, he def has a breeding kink. even if his intention isn’t to knock you up, he talks like it is. talks about cumming inside you and how good you would look all round and full of his pups. you moan at his words, too drunk on his cock to reply or think about what he’s saying. you’d ask him to cum inside you, begging him to fill you with his cum. he’s also definitely the type to push his cum back into you as it leaks out. (for my ladies: he’ll definitely put a pillow beneath your hips to help the chances if he’s feeling spicy)

[selineram3421]

*new version of Alastor takes over the Internet* Hehe.

Cursed Cat Headcanons

Curse Cat Alastor & Human Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ mentions of death, "normal" cat stuff ⚠

You find a strange looking cat at the shelter.

The red creature was separated from the other cats and behind a heavy duty glass with multiple scratch marks.

"Can I interact with this one?", you asked.

"I don't think we are allowed to let that one out...", the worker says. "We're not even sure if its a cat."

You were also not sure as the little creature had antlers.

"Might have been dead this morning.", they mumbled but you caught it.

"Uh...ok.", you say, feeling a little put off how calmly the employee said that. "I'll take them."

And that's how you got a cat.

Once having the necessary items and a cat tower order placed, you bring the red cat home.

It sounds a bit angry. Growling, hissing, scratching and biting the inside of the cat carrier.

Maybe they didn't like small spaces..

Their first day was...something.

You ended up having to fix or toss out a lot of furniture.

They seemed to like sitting on top of your bookshelf. Often watching as you cleaned around the room or when you slept.

Kinda creepy. And you swore you saw their eyes glow once.

But other than the strange shadows and weird noises, you didn't have problems. In fact, they took care of the spiders and other pesky bugs that managed to get into your home.

Eventually, you tried to call them by names from a list that you made but they mostly ignored you whenever you tried.

It wasn't until you were watching Hazbin Hotel that the red cat perked up.

"I'm Alastor!", your favorite character introduced himself.

The red creature then hopped onto your coffee table and stared at you, effectively grabbing your attention.

"What is it?", you asked before noticing your T.V. glitch and loop.

"I'm Alastor!", it said again. "¡'m Al@$tør!", it started to distort. "Ĭ̢̜͝'m̬̟̑͗ Á̘͉̉l͈̯̾̀á̘͉̉s͚͈̭̦̈́̈̄͒t͙́ó͎̥͡ṙ̻!", the audio was getting worse and worse as it repeated. "ł'₥ ₳Ⱡ₳₴₮ØⱤ."

Glancing at your cat, you noticed it was grinning like the oh so famous cheshire cat.

"Uh..Alastor?", you said.

As soon as you called them the name, the episode continued to play regularly and your cat had its normal happy demeanor.

"Ok...", you paused the show and went to the kitchen for snacks. "I might have picked up a cursed cat."

After that, Alastor actually seemed to like you. No longer hissing or scratching you when you tried to pet them and sought you out for some cuddles.

Hehehehe..

You had to take him to the vet for a check up and well.. It turned out exactly how you expected it to. Also, you found out they were a he.

He was number one..of the worsts cats in the vet hospital's care. They had to order new gloves meant for hawks.

After that, you got him a little bow to match the character Alastor and he seemed to really enjoy it. Of course, the red cat was quite fluffy and only the bow part was visible.

The cat tower finally arrived and you set it up. It was mostly black, coming with a feather toy as well.

"Done!", you stepped back and smiled at the finished cat tower.

Of course, like any cat, Alastor was not amused. Sitting in the packaging box comfortably.

"You know what? I'm not even mad. I used to sit in boxes as a kid.", you said and cleaned up the bubble wrap.

Things were turning out pretty well. That is until your neighbor got a weird looking pet. Now you knew Alastor was strange but he looked like a cat. Whatever the neighbor has was something else.

It was black with blue and some red. Flat looking face and a strange tail.

Maybe it was an exotic animal?

You weren't sure but Alastor hated, HATED, them.

And you made sure not to walk your little furball when the other pet was out. Making that mistake once. Once being enough.

I bestow upon ye cat Alastor!

~Seline, the person.

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ML II for Alastor🎙️

[violettwrites]

trailerpark!daryl headcanons

a/n: this includes both sfw & nsfw ( below the cut ) headcanons for tp!daryl

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warnings: there is mentions of abuse, and weed in this post, also nsfw content. please proceeded with caution 🫶🏻

resources: divider by @adornedwithlight

sfw tp!daryl dixon headcanons.

➵ tp!daryl dixon is very much different to his older brother. quieter, less annoying, but overall just nicer. he is extremely loyal, & protective.

➵ he is extremely self sufficient. being left home alone for days on end helped him build his resilience.

➵ he has a soft spot for stray animals. the amount of times he has found a tiny stray kitten and wanted to bring it home is countless, but he knew his father would not be happy with him.

➵ he’s surprisingly very good at drawing. he often likes to sketch scenes of his surroundings, wherever he may be. that may include the creek you and him spend a lot of time together at, the silver dome arena where countless concerts he’s snuck into have played, or even just random doodles.

➵ he loves heavy metal and rock music. his favourite bands are motörhead, slayer, iron maiden, metallica— just to name a few. he gets his taste in music from merle.

➵ he is not much of a talker, but he is definitely a listener. he will listen to you rant and ramble for hours on end, often just replying with a nod of his head or a mhm, but you know he’s always taking it in.

➵ he often wears long sleeves & sweaters to hide the bruises and scars on his body from his father. it’s harder when he ends up with a black eye, but he just plays it off as him and merle roughhousing.

➵ the first time he ever smoked weed was with you, and merle, in one of the old broken down cars at the trailer park. merle and daryl sat in the front and you in the back, dutching out the old chevy with the smoke.

➵ he didn’t like going to school, often skipping classes or just not showing up at all. but you can bet he was always there to walk you home at the end of the day.

➵ he can often be extremely withdrawn, isolating himself several times a week. it’s never personal towards you, but you’ll often notice he’s been missing for a few hours. you can usually find him down at the creek, in the woods behind the trailer park, or even on top of his trailer sometimes.

➵ because he’s too broke for concert tickets, he’s snuck into concerts so many times.

➵ he’s had a crush on you since he knew what crushes were, really. merle constantly teased him for looking at you like a lost puppy, urging him to make a move. but he’s too shy for that, and he didn’t like the idea of possibly ruining your friendship.

➵ overall, he’s your best friend. you trust him with your entire life, and you couldn’t ask for anyone better.

nsfw tp!daryl dixon headcanons.

➵ big switch energy !

➵ when he’s topping, he’s rough with you, but always makes sure you’re okay. he’ll press your thighs to your chest while he fucks you, or he’ll pull your hair from behind. the rings on his fingers also add to the pleasure when he spanks you.

➵ when he’s subbing, he’s a whiny, begging mess. he’ll grip at your thighs or ass, looking up at you with big blue eyes while he begs for you to keep going.

➵ the first few times you two fucked, he kept his shirt on. he was too nervous to take it off, but you never pushed him. slowly he became more comfortable and now it’s one of the first things he’s ripping off.

➵ aftercare king ! not that there’s much he can do without possibly outing himself to merle or his father of his activities, he’ll always make sure you’re okay— wether that be just getting you a glass of water and snuggling with you after, or kissing every inch of your body.

➵ certified pussy eater™. he’d go down on you for hours if he could.

➵ if he had to choose between ass and tits, he’s definitely an ass man. he loves grabbing handfuls of the flesh, especially when you’re riding him or he’s fucking you from behind.

➵ loves leaving hickeys in place only you and him can see.

➵ loves to hear you moan but also loves to shove his fingers in your mouth to shut you up when you’re being a bit too loud.

[ghouldtime]

Aquarium Trip with TF141

Because I fish I could go with them lmao, assuming that it's a big group trip

Captain John Price

Ever the leader of the group, he's making sure that everyone is keeping their phone on vibrate or low volume so no one can end up being a straggler who they have to go on a man hunt for

He wants everyone to at least be able to enjoy themselves but he's not going to be chasing them down, desperately trying to find them in the crowd. Just occasionally check your phones and you'll be all set. He's still as observant as always, keeping an eye out and his head in the game, even if he's supposed to be "Relaxing". He's a firm believer in never being too certain or wary

The group trip was more or less mandated as a 'go do things as a group so you can stay sharp, actually use down time, and bond'. Also because Price was needing a break, as much as he said he didn't, and the only way to get him to take it is to force him out of the office

Admittedly he can't be too peeved when the others seem excited (minus Ghost but what can you expect), AND there are a bunch of cute fish and creatures alike to look at

He takes his time with the exhibits - he's stopping to read the cards and identify the fish and other critters. Pair up with him if you want to actually take a breath and enjoy the experience at a reasonable pace

He'll content to just follow in the footsteps of the others and enjoy the day as much as he can, for once, taking it as it is. It's nice to not have to constantly lead or direct when they're fine doing their own thing and he can do his

It's not often he gets any form of time off or relaxation so you bet your ass he's trying his best to do such and make the most of the day he was forced to take. It's a conscious effort, too. He's so used to being in work mode that shutting that off is near impossible

It's why he doesn't go alone and someone is ending up as his buddy. Having someone there to talk can help get him out of his own head and focus on the present moment. You may have to snap him out of it every so often as he keeps thinking too much, it's a habit

Not to mention he likes having somebody there to tell his stories to. Idle chatter helps distract and helps him get closer to those around him. He's well aware he's often work focused so it is quite needed to shift his attention to the human aspect of it. His humanity is often hanging on by a thin thread so doing what he can to reconnect is vital to keep his head screwed on straight and to remind him what he's fighting for

You'll likely end up with him, sitting and watching the ocean tank - full of fish and sharks alike. It's an ever changing environment yet repetitive all the same, it puts him at ease to simply watch. He's quite fond of the stingrays. They remind him of himself :) (as in they can be hidden in plain sight and can kill you in an instant)

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

Despite the fact he would rather not be out in public when possible, he didn't exactly protest the idea of the aquarium. Sure, it could be busy but that means he can walk off undetected and hide in whatever dark corner he so pleased until they were done. He was already planning that from the get go

Seeing as his father used animals to psychologically abuse him during his childhood, he's usually quite reluctant to be around them and usually isn't much of a fan. It's not that he hates them, he knows it isn't their fault, he's just... Weary.

He knows that they won't and can't do anything to him, especially behind glass, but there's always that nagging fear and persistent memories that haunt him that urge him to stick to the shadows and wait it out

He has a reason to avoid pretty much every tank. Eels? Like water snakes, too slimy. Jellyfish? Remind him of being stung on a beach off the Gulf of Mexico. Otters? He's sharing with you the unfun otter facts of what messed up animal stuff they do

Yes, he is an utter stick in the mud. He is well aware of that. But the fact that he's even there to begin with is significant progress. It's like voluntary exposure therapy - he's at least trying to work through it, bit by bit. Having the team there helps and they're aware of what is going on, so they simply give him the space he needs to work out his own emotions. No one is there to judge, they're just there to have fun

They all check in on him to see how he's holding up. You're absolutely welcomed to too, or you can spend some time hanging out with him, exchanging terrible fish jokes to help lighten the mood. Just don't expect to go around with him or have him follow through the exhibits

Simon knows he wanted to push past a barrier of some kind aside from simply being there, so he decided to pick a singular exhibit to actually visit on his own - it would be a way for him to reclaim some more autonomy and prove his thoughts and past couldn't get the best of him. Naturally, he picked the shark one

While he's well aware of the danger sharks pose, he's not actually had a bad experience with sharks... Yet. Their reputation is usually a lot worse than they are. Plus, you know exactly what you're getting into when it comes to them. You know what to expect. It's not like they're hiding their teeth or the fact that they're apex predators

He'll sit on a bench pressed to the wall, watching them idly swim about from a safe distance. He never said he was getting close, but watching them and not instantly being flung back to his worser memories is a HUGE step forwards. Instead, he's a bit more surprised at how he can actually enjoy seeing them move. Seeing such powerful creatures there in the flesh is so much greater than how they appear on TV or in books

Not that he'll admit it, but he relates to them. He too is an extraordinary killer, feared by most, yet understood by few. Many judge based on his appearance alone and misassume, when he's simply trying to live his life no matter the hand that's been dealt to him

He wouldn't protest if you sat with him and watched the sharks for a while in silence. For a man who isn't fond of animals, there's no denying the softness in his eyes as they swim past

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

You'll probably actually enjoy hanging around him the most, he's the best buddy to have for trips. He's pretty much following Price if he's not rushing ahead with Soap. He's a bit more mindful in the sense that he will pause and look back, even back tracking to rejoin if they were getting too carried away

He's not the most well versed in all animal facts but he will happily tell you some of what he knows as you pass the exhibits. Did you know most piranhas are actually herbivores? Not the ones you're looking at, those ones are carnivores, but most species are. They're usually quite harmless. Usually. Not during dry season but that's different-

He's quite happy to see a variety of wildlife, from the smallest coral to the hulking fish. He can't say he's exactly used to it or that he's one who keeps an eye out for those things, but it's nice to see. It at least allows him to get a look at things he may otherwise never see or experience

Learning about them is important too because what if he needs it one day in the field??? Being able to identify what's around him, including the animals, can be super helpful. He isn't going snorkeling or to a coral reef any time soon but still, just in case. Gaz is smart, he will ALWAYS take a learning opportunity when he can

He's the one who already has the itinerary for the day with all the shows and educational events, and you BET he is on top of them and is going to go see them all

Please attend with him - he's usually the one picked out of the crowd because he's got the perfect energy. Winning smile? Winning heart? Winning attitude? It's hard NOT to notice him. He already has bad jokes in store and can win over the audience too

You just have to be cool with sitting front row and potentially in the splash zone. He's not sitting in the back, who knows when he gets to do this next? Also, why would you not want to be up close?? You're at an aquarium, there's water, you're going to get wet - that should be PART of the experience

You're both probably going to get a picture with an otter before the day is done

As cool as the other animals are, he's absolutely a fish person. He thinks they're extremely underrated for what they are. There's SO many different kinds of fish and colors too! How can you NOT enjoy that?

He's spending extra time in the coral reef and the fresh water areas because he loves how immersive they are - and just how many fish they have swimming around without many other animals. It is a glimpse into a world we never get to see

He also loves the octopi and squid. Creatures that can camouflage and ambush??? Absolutely wonderful, as far as he's concerned. He loves how intelligent they are too and how underestimated they can be

Stick near him, you won't regret it. He's great company and can happily talk about the different fish all day - and maaaaybe will just revisit a few of the tanks he especially liked (he's already calculating how to get a beta fish by the time you get back)

Sergeant John "Soap" MacTavish

To no one's surprise, he's leading the charge in. He is absolutely EXCITED about this. Cool animals??? A day with people who he cares about????? Sign him up

The group really just loosely follows him to start. He's got a solid game plan and is watching the crowd to see which is the least crowded area so that you can get the best view

Like I said, he's a man with a plan. Gaz might have the itinerary but he's the one scoping out the floor and already trying to figure out the game plan so you can stick together and see what you actually want to see

He naturally has a presence that can make others move out of the way. One look at extremely buff Scottish man who can have the meanest resting bitch face, and they'll move. That's not even including that you're being followed by three other not so short men. At least it makes for great crowd clearance and he knows it - and yes, he's using it to his advantage

Like Gaz, he too is reading the cards and is quite happy to learn about the creatures there. Not as thoroughly as Price, but he's still at least actively reading and trying to note things down in his mind

He's the one who makes the slightly inappropriate comments out of instinct, forgetting that there may be kids nearby. In his defense, he's not used to that - usually it's just adults. But he can't himself from going "Look of the size of that bloody bastard" while pointing at a grouper

His comments make for great banter, usually it's with Gaz - seeing as Ghost disappeared almost the second after they stepped in. "These little shits can function without a brain" - "Oh, so that makes the two of you :)" . It's like that the entire time, just a lot of back and forth - and yes, it's hilarious

He's not rushing through the exhibits but he certainly is sidetracked when there's so many things to look at and see. It's really a matter of what is catching his eye and why - there's so much to do and so many things he didn't know. It's VERY exciting for him in the best way

Whenever there's a creature he particularly admires, he'll actually stop and sketch it out, jotting down some notes about it in the margins of his sketchbook too. He brought a few colored pencils but it's really mostly just plain pencil

He's actually quite a good artist! As long as he has a wee bit of time to get the rough lines down, he can finish it off later really nicely. But he'd prefer to take his time. The aquarium is a great place for him to practice things like plant life and moving creatures

You're welcome to sit beside him and watch as he draws - or better yet, draw with him if you brought a sketchbook of your own. It fills in for some of the quieter time if you're blessed with a calmer exhibit. If you're lucky, he might even draw something so you can color it in as you wait for the group to catch up

Admittedly, he likes the piranhas. They're known and have a fierce reputation for a reason, but he in particular likes the shimmer of their scales and finds them to be under appreciated in that regard. He finds them beautiful and they're a lot more than their teeth alone

Naturally he also likes any otters or mammals too. He'll usually end up entertaining them, especially if they're seals - they're such funny creatures - they remind him of the seals he saw on the coast whenever he visited as a kid

BONUS

König

Seeing he isn't apart of the group, you'd actually run into him in NORMAL civilian style clothes (still wearing a surgical mask, albeit) if you wandered off on your own or got a bit too ahead - leaving the boys behind

Assuming that you don't happen to know him here, but it was at the seahorse tank. With the little seahorses clinging to the bits of plants that they had, here was this big guy with an utterly adoring expression on his face as he stared at them

He nearly jumped out of his skin when you made your appearance and commented about how neat they were

He couldn't help but to agree, they're such fascinating creatures and they're so tiny. It's a wonder how something that's the size of the tip of his finger can live like that

The whole reason he was at the aquarium was because he liked animals - and because his therapist recommended he get a bit more out of his comfort zone to further work on his social anxiety. Getting exposed to new environments at his pace would do him good in the long run. While he's been fine and can absolutely manage, he does want to push himself to come more out of his shell and to be more comfortable in his every day life. Plus, he has only one life, he needs to live it some

He also wasn't used to seeing so many aquatic animals - it would be something different, something that maybe could give him some ideas later down the line for some of his crafts. And it's a good reminder of how vibrant and diverse the world we live in is. It's easy to forget when you're surrounded by blood and gore all the time

Usually, people are quite intimidated by him, so he was surprised that anyone came up and even tried to say anything to him. But talking about seahorses and the other animals here was a LOT easier than talking about himself or anything else he usually had to default to

When you asked if he'd seen the moon jellies or the crabs yet, and he said no, how could you resist showing him right where they are and pointing them out? He'll love them! They're silly little guys like the sea horses

He's admittedly a bit flustered from the attention and having someone actually want to talk to him, but he finds it easier to open up and naturally when you're just... yourself. And clearly quite excited about being there - or more expressive of it than him

You sort of happen to end up walking along with him, chatting about all the different types of animals there are and what you like about them, or making comments about what they're doing and laughing about it

As awkward as he is - he's still got his sense of humor and charm about him underneath that you uncover as you get him to open up, even just a little bit

It's only when he sees your group at a distance and the recognition of who they are dawns on him . He backs away when you wave to them, making the connection. What a terrible coincidence - but the last thing he wants to do is create issues, especially when he's here to enjoy his day - and he's not wanting a fight, not right now. And especially not in civilian gear or in a place where they all can be banned from

(They do not get along in the slightest, trust me, it would not be pretty if they happened to put two and two together. There's not that many Austrians that tall who happen to have scars like he does)

He's back to making excuses as he back pedals trying to get out of sight before any of them see, but not before slipping you his number. After all, it would be such a shame to let such a good connection go to waste :)

[semisgroupie]

let the right one in

aizen sosuke x fem. reader

wc: 4.0k words

warnings: stalking, noncon filming (he breaks into reader’s apartment and sets up cameras everywhere), unprotected sex, biting, creampie, very delusional aizen, praise, possessiveness, brief mention of urahara x reader, panty stealing, marking, allusions to murder, alcohol mention

synopsis: always be aware of who you’re letting into your home

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Sosuke was ashamed of himself for doing something like this. He never thought he could conjure these thoughts, let alone perform the actions he has been doing but here he is. He checks his watch and looks around at the train station entrance before adjusting the hood on his head and disguising himself in the shadows. You finally walk out and adjust your bag on your shoulder, by the expression on your face, Sosuke could tell that you’ve had a long day at work.

You start your walk to your apartment complex, it's in a decent neighborhood. Sosuke doesn’t like that there’s some sketchy areas and some weird characters on the route you take home but he can’t change your mind just yet. He would have to make himself known first — well he’d have to reintroduce himself to you.

You two had met during a speed dating event. You were dragged there by a friend of yours who didn’t want to go alone and being the good friend you are, you went. You didn’t care for most of the guys you met but there were two guys that piqued your interest. You believe their names were Kisuke and Sosuke, the short conversations you had with them were interesting but you weren’t able to get any contact information from them because your friend ended up dragging you out of the event. You thought about looking them up and trying to find them but things with work got busy and it just slipped your mind. The thing is, Sosuke was doing all the searching for you. It's surprising how much information you can get from just one internet search and spending 15 minutes on someone’s social media profiles. He basically found out everything about you, your interests, your hobbies, the cafe you liked to go to whenever you had enough time in the morning, the bars and clubs your friends frequented, and most importantly, where you worked. Once he found out where you worked he decided to see you a little more closely.

He ended up following you home the first night he went to your workplace. He only followed enough to see the building you lived in, he didn’t want to push it too far and risk getting caught. Each day he followed you, he got closer and closer to you. He found out what apartment you lived in, he also was able to make a copy of your keys when you misplaced them one day when you were on your route home. While you were out at work, he took it upon himself to let himself into your apartment and he rummaged around. He saw the snacks you liked to enjoy, he found some of the stuffed animals you kept, he also found your little stash of toys. Just your regular dildos and vibrators, nothing too crazy or fancy. He even pocketed some of your used panties to keep as a souvenir before he could get to the real thing and placed some cameras along your photo frames to keep a closer eye on you.

He started watching you like you were his favorite show, you basically did become his favorite show. Whenever you were home and pranced around, he watched every movement. He watched how you liked to pamper yourself with two glasses of wine every Friday night, he watched your very precise skincare routine, and he watched how you liked to touch yourself and make yourself cum. By watching you, he learned what you liked and that way, he could just win you over when he got his hands on you.

It didn’t take long for him to find your landlord to see if there was a vacancy. There were plenty and he wasn’t surprised, it was an old building and the rent was pretty high. He kept the apartment bare, only set up the Wi-Fi and had an air mattress in the middle of the living room area. The apartment was basically his surveillance room and he watched every move you made. He was itching to get his hands on you.

But there was one thing that really helped him make his decision on when he should make himself known to you. One night when he was watching you, he noticed that there was someone new added to the mix. His eyes widened when he saw the mess of blond hair follow behind you and pounce on you when you made it to the living room. How the fuck did you find Kisuke again? He saw how you were hitting it off with the blond during the speed dating event but he didn’t think that you would find him again and he definitely didn’t think that you would end up fucking him once you two reconnected. Sosuke was furious as he watched Kisuke defile you, he knew that Kisuke could never make you feel the same way he could make you feel. But why would you bother to reach out to Kisuke and not him? Did he not make a lasting impression on you? Was he not good enough for you? It was bullshit and he just felt his anger and jealousy bubble. But he just had to remind himself that you were probably just confused and he just needed to remind you that you needed him.

When you were at work the following day, Sosuke let himself into your apartment with his copy of your keys and went to your apartment. He looked around and saw the pile of mail that you had on your kitchen counter, he rummaged through the envelopes and set a couple aside so he could bring them back with him. Then he looked around and saw that your kitchen sink was leaking, it would be a shame if it continued or it would be worse if it turned into a full blown leak. But, if you had a leak and he reluctantly came by to drop off some mail that accidentally ended up in his mailbox, then he could just come in and save the day. He looked around your apartment and grabbed the toolbox you had tucked away in your closet that was stocked with cleaning supplies. He loosened the pipe enough so it could start dripping, by the time you would get home, it would turn into a full blown leak.

Now it all just led to where he is now, trailing behind you as you make your way home. He keeps a decent distance from you, nothing that would make you turn to try to see who was behind you. He continues to follow you while you scroll through some recent emails and social media notifications then he makes a separate turn from you. You make your way to the entrance of your apartment building then stop in front of the door as you dig through your bag to find your keys. “Fuck, I knew I should’ve taken them out on the train ride here.” You continue to rummage through your crowded bag until you hear some footsteps approaching, which make you step to the side before you lift your head to see who’s there. Your eyes instantly widen at the sight of the man in front of you, his shirt is wet from presumably sweat and his chest heaves with heavy breaths. If only you knew that this was all a ploy, If you only knew that Sosuke was following you and the only reason why he looked the way he did was because he splashed some water from a water bottle all over his face and chest. But you wouldn’t know that.

“Sorry to scare you, I just came back from a run.” He smiles at you and you have to break yourself from your trance so you can reply. “No it's okay, I just got so distracted by looking for my keys.” “Oh, I can help you get in,” he reached into his pocket to pull out his set of keys and opened the front door, holding it for you. You finally get your keys out and walk through the door with Sosuke trailing behind. “Did you just move in? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before. I’m Y/N.” You smile at him and let your eyes wander along his body, you can faintly see the outline of his muscles but you don’t see the look of slight frustration in his eyes. How the hell do you not recognize him? Did you two not hit it off the way he thought you two did? There’s no way it could be a figment of his imagination, he wasn’t that delusional. Still he offers a smile, “I’m Sosuke, I moved in probably about a month or two ago. It’s nice to meet you.”

You walk with him to the mailboxes and gather some of your mail while he does the same, “hm, that’s weird, I think this might belong to you.” You furrow your eyebrows as you take the envelope from him and your eyes widen a little when you see your name on the postage. “I knew the mailman was mixing up people’s mail, he’s too old to be doing this job. I don’t even think he can see properly even with his glasses. But thank you.” You smile and tuck the envelopes away in your bag, “actually, I think I might have some more of your mail back in my apartment. How about I bring it to you in like 10 minutes?” You nod along at his suggestion, you never know what mail might have been misplaced and if it's something important then you should have him bring it to you, plus you’ll be able to see your attractive new neighbor again. “Okay, that sounds perfect. Thank you so much.”

He smiles and walks with you to the elevator and enters the metal box with you. You look at the floor he pressed and see that he lives on the floor below you. Once he leaves the elevator and the elevator lands on your floor, you practically run to your apartment. But the surprise lies behind the door. As you push the door open you immediately hear running water and the sound makes your eyebrows furrow. “I could have sworn that I shut off all the faucets before I left.” You mumble to yourself as you make your way into the kitchen and your eyes widen at the sight. “Fuck!” You run over to your linen closet to grab some towels and run over to try to dry off what’s already leaked. You look over at the cabinet underneath the sink and you see the source of the leak, “fucking bullshit!” You groan out and to top off everything that’s going on, there’s a knock at your door.

You stand up and dust yourself off as you open the door to see Sosuke standing there with a handful of envelopes in his hand. “Hi, by any chance, do you know how to fix a leak? I have some tools but I don’t want to risk screwing things up even more, I don’t want this apartment to be a swimming pool.” You open the door more to let him inside then make your way over to the kitchen, wet towels are strewn all over the floor and you look over at him. “Grab the toolbox and I’ll fix this up for you.” You nod at his instructions and make your way over to your supply closet and grab the toolbox before handing it to him. You watch on the side as he goes under the cabinet and starts tinkering with the pipe. You listen to his little groans, grunts and muttered curses as he works on the problem. After about 10 minutes you watch him come up from the cabinet and his shirt is completely soaked, “problem is fixed but do you by any chance have a dryer? Or at least a dry shirt? I twisted the pipe the wrong way and got splashed in return.”

Your eyes widen as you look at his chest and muscles through his shirt, it leaves nothing to the imagination and the sight alone makes your mouth water. “Y/N?” You snap out of your trance as he calls your name and heat spreads along your cheeks. “Sorry, I can put your shirt in the dryer but I don't have a shirt that’ll fit you that you can use in the meantime. Can I have your shirt and I have a dry towel you can use to dry yourself off.” He nods and takes his shirt off, if the sight before he took his shirt off was making you drool then him without the shirt was enough to make your brain malfunction. He places the wet shirt in your hand and you make your way to where your washer and dryer are. The events that have taken place are akin to the start of a porno, you just need to whip out the overly horny and corny lines before the real action starts. You place the shirt in the dryer and put on the settings for it, “Sosuke, I have some wine and some leftover takeout if you’d like some. I can’t thank you enough for saving me like this.” You shout out to him and grab a dry towel before making your way over to him.

You hand him the towel and watch his muscles flex as he dries off his hair and chest. “I’ll take some wine if you don’t mind.” You nod and grab two glasses and pour the wine in both before handing one to him. “I’m sorry about this Sosuke, I didn’t think this was what you were planning on dealing with when we met earlier.” You smile nervously before taking a big swig of your wine, maybe the alcohol could calm your nerves or just dull you for a few moments. He chuckles and takes a sip of his wine, “well I think today is just full of surprises, actually, the past half hour has been full of surprises. I wouldn’t mind going through it again if that meant I could spend more time with my beautiful neighbor. A beautiful neighbor who is very obvious with her ogling.” You almost choke on your wine at his words and you set the glass down as you stumble over your words, “I-I’m sorry, y-you’re very attractive. I’m sorry.”

He laughs and shakes his head as he sets his glass down and takes a few steps closer to you, “don’t apologize, I have to admit that I was checking your ass out when you were leading me into the kitchen. That pencil skirt is just doing wonders for your body.” He sucks in a breath and meets your eyes. You don’t know what to say or do but stare into his eyes, your heart is pounding in your chest as he leans in closer and only stops when his lips are about to brush yours. “Do you want this? Should I continue?” You lick your dry lips and nod but all he does is click his tongue against his teeth, “words, dear. I need to hear you.” You take a deep breath and finally find the words, “yes, please continue.” With that he finally closes the distance and presses his lips against yours. He snakes one hand around your waist to pull you in and moves his free hand to your ass, gripping it tightly to make you moan against his lips. Your hands find themselves on his shoulders and he slips his tongue into your mouth, you can taste the wine on his tongue and he breaks the kiss.

Your lips are slightly parted as you pant and he lifts you onto your kitchen counter. “This outfit looks beautiful on you but I need it off now.” He moves his hands to your blouse and rips it open, “sorry, I hope this wasn’t expensive.” He mutters before he drops his head to your chest, licking and sucking along the skin of your breasts, pulling down your bra in the process so he can suck on your nipples. You arch your back and grip his shoulders tighter, your nails digging against his skin. “Sosuke!” He glances up at you, chocolate brown pools gaze back at you as his tongue swirls around your pert buds. He releases the nipple in his mouth with a wet pop and smiles at you. “You sound so beautiful when you cry my name like that. I wanna hear it again.”

He takes your nipple back in his mouth and lightly bites down, the action makes you gasp and you bring one hand to his hair, tugging on the soft locks. He releases your nipple once more then continues to kiss down your body. Lewd, wet sounds fill your ears as he kisses your tummy, his fingers move to undo the zipper of your skirt and with your help he tugs it off your body. The skirt falls to the floor and joins the scraps of your shirt that are there. He glances up at you as he kisses your pussy through your panties. With how wet you are already, he can taste you through the fabric. He keeps his eyes on you as he flattens his tongue along your covered core and licks up. You whimper and buck your hips, trying to get more from him. “Sosuke, please just do something already. I can’t take this teasing.” You whine out as he turns his head to kiss your inner thigh, he licks along the sensitive skin then bites down lightly.

“Oh come on, you can take a little more. Don’t be impatient, I had to wait and now so do you.” Your eyebrows furrow at his words and you open your mouth to question him but the words die down as he presses his thumb against your covered clit. Your breath hitches as he starts to move his thumb in circles. “Sosuke, I need you please.” You look down at him as you buck your hips again and as much as he wants to deny you and keep teasing you, the look in your eyes makes him crumble.

“Don’t worry darling, I’ll give it to you.” He stands up and nudges you to lay back against the counter, the cold surface contrasts greatly against your hot skin. He pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, making his cock spring out to full attention. Your eyes widen when you see it, it’s thicker than your biggest toy and long. You look at the tuft of neatly trimmed brown hair and your mind instantly wonders how good it’ll feel rubbing against your clit but your thoughts are quickly cut off as he pulls you closer to him by your legs. “Here you were begging for more and you’re just letting your mind wander. Maybe I shouldn’t fuck you, just let you watch as I give myself a pussy job. You’re wet enough, I’ll have more than enough lubrication to use you.” He pulls your panties to the side and presses his cock against your slick lips, moving up and down to emphasize his point.

You lift yourself on your elbows to watch him and buck your hips. “I’m sorry Sosuke, please just fuck me. I won’t get distracted again, fuck me.” He continues to grind against your pussy then pulls back. He wraps his hand around the base of his cock and slowly starts guiding it inside of you. He bites his bottom lip and moves his free hand to grip your waist as he continues to push into you, slowly at first and then he slams the rest of his cock inside of you. “Sosuke!” You cry out his name as an orgasm washes over you, your body trembles and your pussy clenches around him tightly. This has to be the fastest you’ve ever been able to cum.

Your chest rises and falls as you try to even yourself out after your orgasm but Sosuke doesn’t give you enough time to do so. He moves his other hand to your chest and toys with your nipples as he starts thrusting into you. “Oh? Not used to being fucked like this? Hm? I’ll make sure to get this through your head by the time I’m cumming inside of you. No one could ever make you feel like I can. Not any other guy you find on an app, not any of your exes and definitely not Kisuke. Kisuke didn’t make you cum this fast. Kisuke needed your help to guide him on how to make you cum. Can’t believe you let that pathetic man fuck you.” He mumbles as he continues to pound into you. The tip of his cock hits your g spot and his pubic hair brushes against your clit deliciously.

“Oh fuck Sosuke!” You bring your hands down to his wrists and grip them tightly as he fucks into you. “I’ve watched you for so long, I know everything you like. I even know it better than you do. You’ll never find anyone like me, that’s why you only need me. Only I can fuck you like this. Make you cum until your brain turns to mush. Only me.” He groans out more confessions as he drills into you, his hips slapping against yours harder and harder with each time he bottoms out. He looks at the expression on your face and he knows that whatever he says won’t penetrate deeper into your brain.

He could even confess to murder and all you’ll do is whimper and moan his name. Just the thought of it tempts him. “Do you know how badly I wanted to come in here and pull Kisuke off of you that night? I know you were just faking it to make him feel better about himself. And that fucking look on his face after he coated your soft skin in his filthy cum, I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. Makes me fucking sick to know he had you before I did. But don’t worry, he’ll never be a problem for us. I’ll get rid of him and we’ll never hear from him again. That sounds good, doesn’t it? I’ll build a world just for you and me in it. Anyone who tries to get in, I’ll just get rid of them.” He leans in and kisses your neck, biting the skin as he continues to pound into you. “I’m cumming again!” Your hands fly to his back as another orgasm washes over you. You drag your nails against his skin, leaving red marks in its wake that he’ll wear with pride.

He continues to pound into you and lifts his head so his mouth is by your ear. “Now you’re going to take my cum inside of you. I’ll be the only person you’ll fuck from now on, no one else. Got that?” He continues to pound into you as his cock twitches inside of you. “Yes cum inside of me please!” He slams his hips into yours once, twice more and he bottoms out. His balls flesh against your ass as he starts to fill you with sticky ropes of hot cum. He pants in your ear as you pant to catch your breath. He slowly pulls back and hooks his hands behind your back to pick you up. “Time for us to go lay down.” He mutters as he holds you close to him, his cock still lodged inside of you as he takes you to your bedroom.

He pulls the covers back and lays down, keeping you on top of him as he pulls the covers over you both. He caresses your head and back as he peppers kisses along the crown of your head. “Rest up, you’ve had a busy day today. Just get some rest, my love. Today is the start of our lives together, I can’t wait to watch this back later. Just relive this beautiful moment.” He smiles as he watches you fall asleep, peaceful like a little kitten. It’s cute really, it’s so surprising how you easily fell into the lion’s den.

Easy prey and now, he’ll never let you go.

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[wildrangers]

Matt Smith x Reader

Matt and Reader have been together for a long time and it's time for Matt to take the plunge and ask Reader to marry him

Thank you for the request, anon! I’m rolling this into my ongoing Smith family series of ask’s. This can be read alone or as a prequel to my pregnancy surprise and announcement stories. I also hope you don’t mind this will contain some serious smut.

Tropes & topics: SMUT (oral sex [f&m receiving], dirty talk, impact play, rough, protected sex), lots of fluff before it descends into porn lol, mentions of marriage obvi

Word Count: 3.1K

Matt’s heart feels like it’s going to burst from his chest if he doesn’t throw it up first. You’re seemingly oblivious, happily digging into your dessert, taking in the stunning seaside view.

Your fifth anniversary had been mid-June, but his shooting schedule kept the celebration limited to you visiting him abroad and sharing room service. He knew you hadn’t minded, you’d said countless times that you just were happy to be celebrating together, but he wanted to acknowledge this milestone the right way. 

This trip was the best way to celebrate that while also finally pushing him to gather the courage to ask you to marry him. As you enjoyed this final meal of the trip, a ring box has been buried in his pocket and his nerves have frayed. It’s not that he’s worried you’ll say no, he knows what you two have is forever, but it’s still such a monumental moment and he doesn't want to bungle it. 

“Honey, dolphins!” Your excited gasp pulls him from his thoughts and while he glances to see the pod swimming just offshore, his gaze quickly returns to your face. Golden hour is almost here and the slowly setting sun makes your skin glow and reflects the joy in your eyes.

“There you have it, your favorite animal bidding you farewell” he replies and you nod, frowning slightly at the end of your getaway rapidly approaching. 

“I’ve really had the best time” you say, finally pulling your eyes from the water. 

“Me too, darling” he assures you, squeezing your hand as your server cleared the table. Matt pays the tab before standing, pulling you into his side as you two make your way out of the restaurant.

“Can we lay on the beach for a bit when we’re back at the house?” you request and he smiles, envisioning the scene he already has set up for you there.

“Of course, what a brilliant idea.” 

A comfortable silence settles as you both take in the beauty around you on the brief walk back to the small beach house you’d rented for the last week. He follows you through the house, pausing as you both remove your shoes at the backdoor.

“Matty!” you gasp as he slides the glass doors open. “It’s beautiful, when did you do this?” 

He grins, pleased at your excitement. He places a hand on your back to guide you through the sand before helping you sit on the large blanket he’s laid out for you both that’s surrounded by petals from your favorite flower. “I snuck out while you were getting ready before dinner. Now, champagne?” he asks, lifting the chilled bottle from the ice bucket holding down a corner. 

“Yes, please!” you reply eagerly, holding out a glass. He fills it and his own before holding his flute up for the toast he’s prepared.

“My love” he begins, surprised by the emotion clogging his throat. He takes a moment to collect himself and you squeeze his hand encouragingly. “First and foremost, I want to thank you for the last five years. They’ve been the most joyous, love-filled ones of my life. I can hardly believe it’s been half a decade yet at the same time, it’s difficult to remember life without you being by my side. You’re my rock, my biggest cheerleader, and most importantly, my best friend. You’re the love of my life, darling.”

He places his glass carefully in the sand before shifting onto one knee, his shaking hands removing the ring box from his pocket, opening it to reveal the ring he’d spent countless months searching for, “Would you do me the honor of sharing the rest of our lives together as husband and wife?”

“Yes, yes, of course! Oh my god” you burst out, holding out your hand for him to slide the ring on. He grins at the sight, dropping his lips to place a long kiss to the spot where the diamonds meet your soft skin. “Oh honey, it’s perfect, I love it. I love you so fucking much. That’s far less elegant than your speech but it’s true nonetheless. I’m so lucky you’re mine.” 

“I had more time to prepare” he laughs and you roll your eyes before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you flush to him. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing in the familiar, comforting scent of your skin mixed with the salty sea breeze. You stay like that a moment before he pulls away to look into your eyes. 

“My beautiful boy,” you whisper, tracing his jawline with your fingers. He leans down, connecting your lips just as the sun slides beneath the ocean. Your hands quickly tangle in his hair and he gently pushes you onto your back, settling on top of you. His hands find the hem of your dress, fingers lightly brushing where your skin meets the fabric. 

He loses himself in the feel of your soft, pliant body beneath him as you greedily suck his tongue into your mouth. He feels himself beginning to harden as you moan, your hands shifting from his hair down to his backside, pulling his hips against yours. He gasps at the friction, desperate for more, pleased to feel you bucking beneath him already. “So impatient” he teases, placing kisses down your neck, leaving small bruises as he goes.

“You're one to talk” you reply, grinding your leg into his erection, drawing a groan from him. “As hot as this would be in theory, can we move this inside? I’d rather not be finding sand in different crevices for the next week.” 

He laughs deeply, carefully standing before offering you his hand to draw you up, as well. You lose your footing in the sand and he quickly scoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style up the beach. “I thought this would wait until the wedding night?” you tease and he nips playfully at your shoulder. 

“I’ll put you down if you’d like” he retorts and you tighten your grip on his shoulders, shaking your head. He goes to place you on the bed but you insist on being set on your feet. “Lay down” you command and he tilts his head, curious as to what you have planned for him, but eagerly doing as directed. 

Once he’s settled, leaning back on his elbows, you slowly reach around to unzip your dress. “I have a confession to make.”

“Oh?”

“Billy brought me the ring box a month ago.”

“He didn’t” Matt replies, jaw dropping at the thought of your dog eagerly delivering this gift to you. “What a rascal, he ruined the surprise!” 

“He did,” you agree, laughing. “But that let me plan a little surprise of my own.” 

“Well go on then” he smirks, watching as your dress pools around your feet. “Good god, love” he bites out, eyes hungrily taking in the sight of you. 

“Do you like it?” you ask cheekily, making your way tantalizingly slowly to him. 

“I fucking love it” he breathes out. Your legs are covered in lacy black stockings attached to a garter secured above your sheer black panties. Your torso’s wrapped in a black leather corset and he’s struggling to keep his hands to himself as you crawl up the bed to him. “You remembered.”

“Your obsession with garters even though they’re an absolute pain in the ass to get on? Yes, I remembered” you joke and he chuckles at the mischief in your eyes. 

“My sexy fiancée” he breathes out as you hover above him and grin at the compliment before slowly unbuttoning his shirt, kissing each inch of newly exposed skin. He watches impatiently as you slowly unbuckle his belt, tauntingly taking your time removing it from around his hips. “Be careful, I may have to use that if you tease me much longer.”

“If only I’d be so lucky” you reply, pointedly leaving it on the pillow beside his bed before making quick work of the rest of his clothes. “You’re so hard for me and I haven’t even done anything yet” you goad, wrapping your hand around his already throbbing cock, causing him to throw his head back in pleasure. 

“Look at me, Matthew” you demand and his head whips back up at the command in your tone. “Much better” you praise, dipping your head down to lick a stripe from the base of his cock to his tip, eyes boring into his the entire time.

“Fuck” he breaths out, wrapping a fistful of your hair around his hand before resting it on the back of your head. “More, please.” 

“Since you asked so politely” you agree, immediately taking all of him into your mouth, his tip hitting the back of your throat as your lips wrap around the base of his dick. 

“Holy shit, Y/N” he gasps, hips desperate to buck but not wanting to hurt you. You painstakingly pull back after a few minutes of working him with your mouth, pumping him with your hand as you smirk up at him. 

“Do you want to fuck my face, Matty?” you offer and he feels his eyes widen. 

“Are you sure…?”

Your only response is to move off the bed and drop to your knees, hands behind your back. He eagerly stands beside you, hands tangling in your hair as you wrap your mouth around him again. He slowly sinks into your mouth, making sure you’re ready before he begins thrusting deep into your throat. “Holy shit, love” he groans, throwing his head back briefly, before gazing down to meet your glossy eyes. Slight movement catches his eyes and he watches as your fingers dip into your underwear, fingers circling your clit in time with each of his thrusts. 

Several moments later he feels you pull back slightly and he releases his grip, removing himself from your mouth so you can catch your breath. “Are you okay?” he asks and you nod eagerly, excess spit dripping down your chin. “Jesus Christ, get on the bed” he commands and you smirk, slowly rising to your feet.

“How do you want me, love?”  

“On your back, so I can devour you” he replies and you quickly scramble onto the bed, sliding off your panties as you go. “That’s a good girl” he praises once you’re settled, thighs spread wide, pussy already glistening for him. 

He places a sloppy kiss to your mouth as he removes your corset, leaving you entirely bare before him except for your garter belt which he has every intention of leaving on. “Beautiful” he breathes out, pulling a nipple into his mouth while he teases the other in his hand. He’s rewarded with your back arching up to meet him.

“Lower, please, Matt” you beg and he smirks, nibbling gently on your breast before settling between your thighs. He traces your hips with his fingers, placing brief kisses to your inner thighs, inching up closer to your core. You’d complain about his teasing but he wanted you desperate for him before he even really began. He shifted his hands to your thighs, tracing circles along them while kissing your hip bones, eyes rising to look up at you. 

“Please” you gasp, hips bucking up, before he forcefully pins you back down to the bed. 

“Do you want me to make you feel good, love?” he asks and you nod eagerly, your chest rising and falling rapidly. “Then be patient.” 

You nod again, dropping your head onto the pillow, seemingly trying to get your breathing under control. Just as he feels your body untense below him, he licks a teasing stripe up your center drawing a loud moan from your mouth. He places a hand flat against your belly ensuring you can’t squirm or buck beneath him as he begins working you with his tongue.

As desperately as he wants to be buried inside you, he can’t stop himself from devouring you until you’re panting above him, hands wrapped painfully tight in his hair. His mouth is suctioned around your clit when you breath out, “Matt, fuck, I’m going to cum” and he immediately plunges two fingers inside you, drawing a frantic gasp from your throat as your back arches off the bed. Two pumps later he feels your walls tighten around his fingers as you call out his name, wrapping your thighs around his head as pleasure wracks your body. He gently works you through your orgasm until your twitches settle down and your legs loosen from around his neck. He smirks up at you, licking his lips, and you bite your own at the sight. 

“You look so sexy with my cum all over your mouth” you admit, drawing him up so you can taste yourself on his tongue. He opens the nightstand drawer to grab a condom, rolling it onto himself before pulling away from you. 

“Get on your knees” he orders and you eagerly flip over, ass in the air. “What a good girl you are for me, so eager to please.”

“Always” you agree, spreading yourself open for him and he groans at the sight.

He lines himself up with your entrance, “Ready, love?” he asks and in response, you sink yourself back onto him. “Jesus” he grounds out, the sensation of being fully buried in you so quickly overwhelming him for a moment. 

“Is it too much darling?” you ask, teasingly wiggling your hips back and forth. He shakes his head at you before reaching beside your head to grab his discarded belt. 

“Is this what you want?” he asks and you lick your lips, nodding enthusiastically. He wraps the leather around his hand before bringing it down sharply on your ass, drawing a gasp from your mouth. “Is it too much darling?”

“No, more please” you beg and he obliges, bringing the belt down on your other cheek. “Yes, Matt, fuck me now.” 

“Such a slut for me” he taunts, driving into you roughly. 

“Yes, yes, I’m your little whore” you gasp out and he rewards you with another slap of the belt against your backside. 

“Fuck” he mutters, overwhelmed at the sight of you bent before him, ass cheeks red, makeup smeared, mouth open wide in pleasure. “You look so sexy right now.” 

You simply whine, driving your hips back, silently demanding more. He tosses the belt aside so he can focus, gripping your hips and pressing your back down more so he can fuck you deeper, setting a ruthless pace.

“Yes, yes just like that” you gasp, hands wrapped tightly around the sheets beneath you. 

“Tell me what you want, love” he breathes out shakily. But all you can do is pant for air, your breathing mixed with moans and curses. He feels you tightening around him again and he wraps his hand around your hair, pulling you up so your back is flush to his chest. “Use your words, darling.”

“You’re fucking me so good Matt” you whine, your hand dipping between your thighs to rub your clit as you look back at him. “Please make me cum again” you whimper, the tempo of your fingers increasing as you squeeze around him even more intensely.

“Come on baby, let me have it. I can feel how close you are” he encourages and you whimper, your eyes turning glossy but never leaving his. Your lower lip quivers as your orgasm tears through you, your pussy clamping and twitching around his cock as you whine and moan beneath him. “There you go, I’ve got you, love” he assures, gently releasing you so you can rest your forehead against the pillow. He gently rocks into you until you stop pulsing around him, placing kisses to your shoulder blades. 

“Let me flip over, I want to watch you cum for me” you request and he pulls out just long enough for you to resettle on your back before reconnecting your bodies. As his pace picks up again you pull him down to you, placing a deep kiss to his mouth as you wrap your legs around his back. His mind goes pleasantly blank as he loses himself in the pleasure your body gives him.

“Can you feel how soaked you made me?” you whisper and he groans, dropping his forehead to your shoulders and nodding, words beyond him now. “I want you to cum inside me, baby, please. I want to watch you come undone for me.”

“I’m so fucking close” he gets out and you tug at his hair lightly, making him gasp in pleasure. 

“I know, baby, I know. My cunt’s squeezing you so tight, isn’t it? Show me how good I’m making you feel” you taunt, hands dropping down to squeeze his balls softly. His vision goes white as his orgasm shoots through him, frantically burying himself inside you as wave after wave of pleasure coarse through him. “There you go, I’ve got you, my love” you whisper, running your hands over his back as he catches his breath.

You two stay wrapped together for several moments longer, neither of you wanting to separate, both of you soaking in the afterglow. Eventually he lifts his head from your chest placing a gentle kiss to your mouth before slowly pulling out. You hiss at the loss of him and he agrees softly, already missing the intimacy of your joined bodies. He rises to clean himself up before returning with a warm, damp cloth. 

“Holy shit babe” he chuckles, gently wiping between your legs, shocked at how much of your pleasure is still leaking from you. 

“I’m not exaggerating when I say that was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had” you laugh, removing your makeup with the wipe he’d brought out for you so you didn’t have to get up. 

“I can tell” he grins and you roll your eyes. 

“No need to look so fucking smug, Matthew.”

“What?” he laughs, tossing the cloth in the tub before sliding the quilt down, tucking you underneath before settling behind you. “Can’t I be happy I made my fiancée feel incredible?” 

“Sure, I bet that’s all it is. No ego swelling involved” you grumble and he pulls you flat against him. He opens his mouth to make a dirty joke but you cut him off with a quick, “Don’t you dare.”

He laughs again, joy filling his chest to the brim as he places a kiss to the back of your neck before settling onto his pillow. 

“I love you so much, darling” he whispers a few moments later, your breathing already evening out as sleep approaches. 

“And I love you” you reply, squeezing his hand. “I can’t wait to be your wife.” He feels a small smile pull on his lips at the thought before sleep drags him under.

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[brittle-doughie]

Well since you missed it, I’m gonna tell you my ask again and I hope you actually see it this time. Again, it’s a long one so it might need to be split up into multiple parts. (It also contains cannibalism so CW) Here’s an Idea for a Y/N Cookie Run fic. Y/N is a viscous, cannibalistic cookie with a sadistic, psychotic, and murderous, yet also elegant, (they not like an animal), personality. They are based of the Bloody Mary cocktail (but their name is, like, Tomato Juice Cookie because alcohol isn’t allowed to be mentioned in the word of Cookie run) and their design motif is based of of the Bloody Mary urban legend with a hint of evil spirits and vampirism. They are extremely strong in both physical strength and magic, so powerful that even the ancient cookies and Cookies of Darkness are at least somewhat intimidated by them, and are able to brainwash other cookies with their magic into becoming cannibals just like them (although a bit more brutal and messy because it entertains Y/N) and do their bidding. Y/N often likes to play with (aka torcher) their “food” before preparing and eating it.

Y/N part of the juice bar gang (which they have also hypnotized). They live in a huge, luxurious, yet somewhat decrepit old mansion, which they lure other cookies into before they torcher and consume them. Y/N’s other hobbies include painting and cooking (which is how they “prepare” their victims, they are quite sophisticated).

They used to be a witch (called Mary, of course) who ate children even after said act was considered taboo in the witch community. They were eventually were executed for their crimes via beheading. Before they died, they used their magic to come back as a cookie were they decided that “if I’m only allowed to feed on cookies and not human children, so be it😏”

I know it’s pretty long, you’ll probably have to split it into multiple parts. I hope you actually notice this one this time.

this ask was inspired by multiple Cookie Run cannibalism fanfics.

Tale of the Mansion

There lives a tale of a lonesome cookie, living in the hallways of the abandoned, yet glorious mansion on the hill. They say that on certain nights, you’ll hear the humming of this cookie on one of their nightly strolls, it is advised that you do not listen intently or you might find yourself being drawn to it.

The victim will feel their legs moving on their own before they realized, no hope to stop it now. Their mind will be entranced from this cookie’s elegant humming, a tune that non can resist. Fortunately for this cookie, this is what exactly they wanted to happen. It never hurts to have a companion on your walks, right?

Yet the legend tales that any cookie that follows this humming are not expected to return. Many cookies in the village keep their doors and windows closed for this reason, it wasn’t rare for this mysterious cookie to walk into town as an alternate path in their nightly stroll.

“Y/N Cookie (or Tomato Juice Cookie)…” was all one victim muttered before they followed them one night, this is all the village knew of their mysterious, yet terrifying visitor.

Maybe you do make it. You get to see the mansion in all of its pristine glory, the floors and tables looking freshly cleaned despite being abandoned for a long time. This cookie will ask you to sit and help yourself to the prepared food made for any visitors of their mansion. Do not worry if any of the food has an..odd texture to it, that’s just your mind letting you know that you’re quite hungry!

Do enjoy a refreshment from one of the mansion staff, Sparkling Cookie. He serves you a glass of sparkling refreshment as he leaned close to pour it into the cup, showing something…off with his eyes. They look…empty, don’t you think?

But don’t dwell on that for too long, it’s time for the entertainment as your host snaps their fingers and out comes Mint Choco Cookie playing a tune on their violin, it helps to calm your nerves from any sort of suspicious feeling! Just enough for you to not notice his empty eyes too…

Still anxious? Have no worry. The mansion’s green thumb, Herb Cookie, is here to help with that by smelling his plants! Doesn’t the fresh smell of recently planted greens help to settle you down? Good, because he won’t stop until you are! There’s nothing to worry about, you’re in the care of such a generous and wonderful host! They promise there’s nothing to be afraid of!

You excuse yourself to the restroom, which is directed to you down the hall. You slowly make your way over, getting unnerved by any small sound the mansion made.

A door creaking catches your eye, an ominous red light pouring out of the crack….

You’re tempted to go in, curiosity mixed with fear as you slowly poked your head into the room, it looked like a simple bedroom…curiosity eats at you and you enter the room fully….

You’ll come to regret it seconds later….

The paintings were the first thing you noticed. They painted many different cookies, some with normal expressions like a smile or a resting face. Others…painted more fearful and pained expressions, their heads looked like they were…removed from their bodies….It may have been the room light, but you swore the paintings dripped a little from their frames, as if it was…strawberry jam…

The numerous items like a spellbook, a witch hat, pitchforks, even a sort of..bathtub with a…substance nearly at the top.

The large painting above the painting. It was not a cookie featured in it, but rather…a witch. They oddly bared a resemblance to your host from earlier…

“Looks like another found out, huh? You really should’ve just went to do your business.”

You jump at the shockingly casual voice from behind you. Leaning at the doorway was Vampire Cookie, as he gently tip his glass of juice around and around.

“Y/N Cookie doesn’t like cookies that poke their eyes where they don’t belong. Good for them, just means dinner is server sooner then later…”

Vampire Cookie opens his eyes, revealing the same empty look as the others. You now could see Herb, Sparkling, and Mint Choco at the doorway too, their pinprick white irises creepily glowing in the dark. You step back away from them, asking what Vampire meant by that….

“You’ll see…or rather what you’ll don’t see..

You suddenly felt a sharp jab to your neck. A voice from behind you calls.

“A shame it had to end this way for you. I promise your dough won’t go to waste. Enjoy your rest here, because you won’t be waking up anytime soon…”

Your vision fades to black as you collapse, the many eyes at the doorway looking at you as the world plunged to darkness….

….

….

Another missing cookie reported in the village.

All the residents could do was honor their memory with a burial without a body and warn others with the tale of the mansion on the hill.

Whatever you do, do not listen to the humming to the forest or in the village late at night. For it will be a night that will never dawn for you…

[redxx95]

Exploring Kurosawa's internalized homophobia and compulsive heteronormativity

oh yea baby we bustin out the Big Words for this one 😎

This was supposed to be posted at the end of pride month but Life happened and it got delayed a lot 😩 So yea happy pride month (and happy birthday Kurosawa I guess 😂)

(btw I think I've never mentioned this on any of my other posts but english is not my first language, so if anything I write ever sounds awkward, that's probably why 😅) (also I had to merge a bunch of images to get around the image limit, this post is really long, the word count is at 1930 words 💀)

Hope you guys enjoy the read! 💞

Spoilers for anything up to vol 11

Let me start this by saying that there's no actual textual evidence of Kurosawa being gay (rather than bi/pan), so this interpretation is definitely veering towards headcanon territory. I'm also not trying to establish this as the only Correct opinion and anyone is of course allowed to have their own sexuality headcanons, this is very healthy and valid 👍

Kurosawa's internalized homophobia

The first scene I want to put under a magnifying glass is this one.

Let's examine what's going on here: Kurosawa has just tried to kiss Adachi, whose hesitation he perceived as disgust. Then he pretends it was disgusting for him too, because he thinks that is the average reaction anyone would have, extending this to Adachi as well. The way he says "who'd be into that?" is already lowkey homophobic, but the japanese line makes it even more evident: "普通嫌だよな" (= "Normally, you'd dislike that right?"). Keyword here being "普通" = "normal, ordinary", implying that anyone who would like that is abnormal. So what does that say about him then, who was so happy to get the chance to kiss another man? This is pretty much textbook internalized homophobia, where he has accepted what he perceives to be the general opinion on gay people and has made those values his own, hating himself for it (albeit only briefly here), which is why he internally apologizes to Adachi.

This is not the only instance of him feeling like that, although this next part is slightly more speculative than the more obvious example above.

So we all know that Kurosawa is a jealous, jealous man. It's one of his defining character traits and it's often the source of conflict and comedy alike. But he does not express his jealousy equally across genders. With men he has this strong rivalry where he needs to prove himself better and more worthy of Adachi's attention.

But with women he has a different approach: gently coaxing them away from him, lest they realize what a catch Adachi really is.

So, why this difference? The answer I have is that he doesn't actually believe he can compete with a woman. If Adachi wants to be close with a man, Kurosawa thinks it might as well be him, he's the best option after all. But if Adachi wants a woman, he cannot offer anything and is therefore the inferior option. He believes this even after he found out Adachi's not completely repulsed at the idea of being with a man. Even if Adachi's okay with men, he'll always prefer a woman.

And whenever he imagines anyone else with Adachi, it's always a woman, specifically Fujisaki, which he believes is "his type".

And he at least thinks he's very far away from that ideal. (He's not but that's a topic for a different essay.) If anyone's wondering why he even bothers at all then if he's so sure that a woman will out-compete him, I think the lyrics from the anime opening actually put it best, specifically the last verse:

I have these impatient feelings I doubt this love will come to fruition But still I can't give up this happiness There's a feeling here I can't resist A love like a castle in the sky

So basically, his plan is that he might as well ride the high of his first ever crush as far as it will go, intercepting where he can to prolong it just that little bit further, until it all inevitably comes to an end. (a castle in the sky = an unreachable dream) This plan kind of fluctuates throughout volumes 1-3 as Adachi gives him a bunch of mixed signals, but it holds true most of the time.

Adachi's side

Now I'd like to highlight the way Adachi actually thinks about their relationship, because it serves as a great contrast to Kurosawa's assumptions about him.

Throughout the first three volumes we see him grapple with his newfound feelings for Kurosawa, but he (almost) never puts his gender at the forefront of his musings. The manga makes it very clear that it's his lack of romantic experience and low self esteem that make it hard for him to accept Kurosawa's affections, and not the fact that he's a man.

This second page here being his own little gay awakening, where he realizes that he is not, in fact, disgusted by intimacy with a man.

It's also worth mentioning that when he later introduces Kurosawa to his parents (ch 41), they are immediately welcoming of him, suggesting he grew up in a very tolerant environment.

And it's not like he's completely unaware of heteronormativity/homophobia either, especially after he does his research in vol 8, but he is slightly more defiant in responding to it.

(I love how he just buys that bag he probably doesn't need that's supposed to come with all the wedding magazines, just as this very tiny act of rebellion.)

So now that we can see how different Kurosawa's thought patterns are compared to Adachi's, the next question we should ask ourselves is: Why is he like that?

Heteronormativity in Kurosawa's life

(yes we're finally getting to the comphet part of the essay 😂)

First let's look at the environment he grew up in. There are not many scenes with his family, but from those that we do have, we can at least make some assumptions about how he must've been raised.

His mother is clearly the authority figure in his life, judging by how she's described as "strong" and how terrified he is at her merely setting down a teacup (while Adachi has a more mild reaction). Her reaction to the news of them dating and Kurosawa expecting his parents to go as far as disowning him for it would suggest that she might just be generally homophobic.

But when they actually go meet her we see this slightly more nuanced perspective.

She's not entirely against it, but she does believe they are making a mistake by choosing to be together, hence why she thinks they might "regret it". There's many hardships that gay couples in Japan face, some of which we even see discussed in the manga, so it's not hard to see why she would be concerned for her son. The way she talks about Kurosawa never causing any problems, but "changing" ever since he fell for Adachi further supports that conformity is what she believes will ultimately lead to a successful, happy life. And that's also why she accepts Adachi later, when he's made it abundantly clear in his speech that they are happier in this non-conforming relationship than they were without it.

To contrast, her other child Mari is shown to have a very progressive stance (see: her pep talk in ch 47) and it would not surprise me if that is the reason she's rarely in japan and is never seen together with her family, save for the one time they're all at the wedding. She might find the conforming environment too restrictive and preferring to keep her distance. (shoutout to naina for this bit 🙏)

So that's Kurosawa's family situation. Now let's check how his social circle holds up.

From what we see of his friends, they never even seem to consider him possibly being with a man.

And his work environment seems rather toxic to say the least.

It clearly dictates traditional gender roles as the ideal. Nobody except Fujisaki even clocks any of Kurosawa's advances on Adachi as romantic in nature, even though he seems to be quite obvious about it (see: ch 34.5). And it's not like dating in general is discouraged at Toyokawa either, as we can see from all the women constantly vying for Kurosawa's attention.

From all this we can conclude that Kurosawa's upbringing and social/work environment is painfully heteronormative and until he falls for Adachi it seems he never questioned the status quo either.

The famous onsen scene, while funny, also reveals the sad truth that Kurosawa, in his 30 years of life, probably never even had the chance to explore his sexual orientation, rather focusing on being "perfect" in his straight relationships.

Speaking of those relationships...

He apparently had a bunch of girlfriends, who all seem to have dumped him pretty early on. His mother's surprise at him expressing a willingness to commit also makes me think he's never brought anyone home either. He also only seems to have a surface level understanding of what a proper relationship is supposed to entail, if his idea of an ideal date is just "what the average person" thinks is romantic. So why were all of his relationships so short-lived? Before I answer that...

Intermission: Kurosawa's smiles

It has come to my attention that this is not common knowledge, so let me explain: There's a way to tell apart Kurosawa's fake smiles from his real ones, without any context clues, just purely visually.

Real smiles: (ch 23, 24, 37)

Fake smiles: (ch 5, 13, 32)

The difference being very simple: Blush = real, no blush = fake 👍 And before anyone mentions it: No he doesn't just blush when he's around Adachi, that last fake smile is actually directed at him. (ch 32)

Edit from the future: This holds true like 90% of the time, but as Toyota's art style becomes more detailed, this doesn't apply as much in the newer volumes. I think there's also new details added that I haven't quite figured out yet so take this bit with a grain of salt. (The images below are still from her early art style though.)

So now that we have this additional knowledge, let's take a look at every instance Kurosawa is paired with a woman.

He's smiling in all of these. Not a single one has a real smile in it though.

I think he's never actually had his heart in any of his relationships, and the girls probably noticed it and that's why they dumped him.

And, of course, the first time he actually falls in love...

... just so happens to be with a man.

Even his friends comment on this, who have known him since high school.

It's almost funny how perfectly this aligns with real life gay people. Having numerous, short-lived relationships with people of the "wrong" gender is one of the more common traits of compulsive heteronormativity. (source: me oof) (but also shoutout to the "Am I a lesbian?" masterdoc, google it if you don't know, it's truly eye-opening)

After dating Adachi

So we have already established that he's far happier when he does finally get to date Adachi, but do any of his other thought patterns change?

Honestly it seems like he throws every single reservation about being seen as gay out the window.

He starts bragging like crazy about his new relationship to anyone willing (and unwilling) to listen, he has no qualms about PDA, he marks Adachi up and down so everyone knows he's taken and the only thing stopping him from proclaiming his love for Adachi to the whole world is the still very much existing societal homophobia. But he is a lot more easy-going about it now than he ever was before.

And I think the best way to describe this mental shift is, hear me out, the date song from volume 4...

... specifically the last 2 verses as a whole, and this section in particular:

"I won't let anyone divide our fraction! You couldn't pry this thrill from my hands when they're cold and dead!"

Horrible lyrics aside, this perfectly encapsulates how Kurosawa simply couldn't care less anymore now that he finally has what he's wanted for more than a year, maybe even his whole life. All the societal pressure pales in comparison to the sheer euphoria he feels at finally having someone that he loves and who loves him back just as strongly, feeling cared for and seen like no one else ever did.

And, you know, just happens to be a man. 🏳️‍🌈

[luv3rrx]

The Perfect Toy

7 nobles x FEM!Reader

Cw; Sex-tape / Face-fucking/ Lots of cum / Have I mentioned there's a lot of cum? / PWP / Dubious consent in case

A/N; Guys,it's messy okay? And it's pure filth the server gave me a pass so let's do this also,if you want to listen with my playlist

Word count; 9K my longest fic so far

Mdni or I'm going to swallow you whole

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“Get on the bed” Bimet said slightly annoyed meanwhile Foras was setting up a camera in front of the bed

“Are you sure about this?” Morax asked wanting to be sure that you were comfortable — “If they can handle the kings..I'm sure they can handle us” Amon says while taking off his suit

You were just on the bed,in a nightgown,Sitri wanted to you to look pretty for them, that's why he dressed you up

“So..I go first and then?” Bael asked — “Yeah and I go second” Naberius chimes in also taking off his clothes

“So can we start?" Bimet asked getting more impatient Foras only glared at him but to not make a fuss he nods,

He hit the record button..

Bael got on top of you..he kissed every inch of your body,his finger tip toe their way down to your area..

But hold on! How did you get into this situation?

Earlier that day,you got a message from Morax asking if you could over to hang out

And now here you are.

Bael makes you lay down on your stomach ass in the air..he didn't want to take off your nightgown..so he only took off your panties they were the same color as the nightgown

He took in your smell..you smelled delightful…he just had to dig in to have a taste,

He gets closer to your area with his tongue. He takes a long lick of your slit.. licking your leaking area..

“Fuck..slurp you taste so good” the noises were so loud and so gushy,you were squirming so much that he had to hold down your thighs so you could stay still

He was just begging to eat you out..

From the corner of your eye you saw Naberius with his head thrown back biting his lips while he was jerking off to the point where he took off his glasses

At the moment the only name you could moan was Bael’s name from the way he was eating you out,

It was like he hadn't eaten anything in years..or even drank something..

But oh..it felt so good.. but he wasn't doing this for your pleasure..

Oh no honey..it was for his pleasure that he was doing this

"Bael..! Ngh- I'm so close please..!!!" — you were so close to cumming,but he stopped abruptly..

He got up and Naberius was now behind you

"Finally my turn" he said slapping the tip of his cock on your area,

He sinked in slowly taking in the pleasure of how tight your insides were..

But not for too long.

His pace was hard and rough has if he leaving a load of stress and anger inside you,and you had to be a good and take all of him

Feeling that it was too much you try to run away but he grabs your waist and slams you back into him making your moan distorted and loud

“Should have escape a long time ago sweet thing” he leans in whispering in your ear before kissing it and blowing on it

Before long you cum around his cock, earning a raspy chuckle from him

“Hurry up Naberius..” Sitri said, groaning while still jerking off..he was going third after Naberius..

He couldn't wait to get his hand on you..

“Calm the fuck down..and let me enjoy them" Naberius barked back to him spanking your ass

Sitri groaned..feeling close

You whined feeling Naberius twitch inside you knowing that he was close..

And there it was... your first filling of the day

As soon as Naberius pulls out Sitri picks you up, lifting your legs so that your area could be seen in the camera

He slid inside you hearing a gasp from you

He just put you in a full Nelson! How strong was he?

You always looked at Sitri thinking that maybe he would be soft with you because of his frame,but you were so wrong

He was fucking you like an animal in heat

But can you help him? The way you were clenching around him asking him to leave..even tho there was Naberius cum inside you he kept on fucking it back

He was close too..

As you looked dazed and in a fuzzy state Amon was looking at you..those sharp eyes looking directly at you keeping eye contact while Sitri was fucking you..

How lucky you are..he got closer not fasting time in sliding inside of you joining Sitri in the process of fucking you

They were both rough and fast..

“Fuck they're so tight” — Amon said moaning and breathing heavily — "Doesn't matter..they're our toy now" — Sitri replied

The faster they went it meant that they were close...

Bimet watched the pleasure on your face..it was golden..

The way your eyes rolled back..your tongue out drooling mess babbling and mumbling words that could be heard..

You were mind fucked yet

There it was that warm feeling..they both stuffed you like a creampie..

They laid you down on the bed,your head turned towards the camera and right in front of you there was Bimet..

His cock laying on your face..he was sliding it across your face slapping the tip on your mouth asking for you to open wide..

When you opened your mouth he slid in, hitting the back of your throat making you gag..

He pinched your nose and started to slowly face fuck you..

“Ahh..— Fucking..stupid slut..you like getting used?” He degrades you..you were just a pathetic little whore who was getting used and tossed to anyone and everyone..

But he didn't want to share, did he?

He picked up his pace going faster and faster calling you names and degrading you

Foras and Morax were watching..

Releasing your nose he kept on face fucking you even tho he already came

Till the last drop right?

“Swallow you fucking slut.” he said watching swallow his cum lolling out your tongue to show him

“Move..” Foras said, nudging Bimet out of the way,he made you sit down and watched how the cum of the other devil trickled down your thigh

He laid down demanding you to sit on his face while you suck his dick

And so you did.. you tried to suck his cock..but it was impossible from the way he was eating you out..you had too..but it was just too much and-

Spank!

He spanked you..you were paying attention to his throbbing cock that needed so much of your attention..

You tried, you really tried to give him the attention he needed…

And all you earned were spankings on spankings

But at the end..you made him cum!

Good job..

On the other hand..Morax didn't want to join just yet..

You were getting exhausted..and Morax just got close to you healing you

He caressed your cheeks before getting up

They all surrounded you, starting to jerk off..

Soon enough you were covered in cum even your pretty nightgown..

“Fuck..I didn't know that humans were so slutty..” Bael says before taking his suit

“Your right..humans are way more fun to toy with" Naberius chuckle buckling back his pants

“We should do this way more often” Foras says

“Tsk..they won't be that greatful” Binet says scoffing earning a slap from the back from Sitri — "Shut up, you're just salty because we got more round than you"

You just looked at them trying to get up,but failing miserable so you decide to stay on the bed

Foras laughed and took his camera

“I’ll have fun with this tape..” he says smirking to himself

"Perv.." you mumble under your breath

When all the other nobles left the room and house..

Morax gave you a bath..cleaned you..even gave you food

But now it was his turn to have his fun

Your gentle giant wasn't so gentle after all..

He threw you on the bed his body hovering over yours you were so small compared to him

From eating you out to fucking you doggy style..having your face in the pillow hearing the headboard of the bed slamming on the wall

To picking you up and fucking you roughly against the wall he was fucking you as if you were gonna get away from him

But he didn't give you rest he healed you over..and over again.. feeling the pleasure that you had coursing thru his body

How can you make a calm and collected man lose his cool so easily?

Was it the way you move your body? Your lips? Or was it your charm?

Either way..

Hours passed..and you couldn't take it anymore..the overstimulation was just too much

He kept on filling you..and filling you..

He wasn't going to stop till he was satisfied..until you were stuffed with his cum to the brim.

To the point where when he was fucking you the cum would spill out

Form doggy style to missionary

“Open your mouth..my good slut” he said and you obeyed..he spat in your mouth the same way Bimet did

And he was fucking you the same way Bael did

Bael would go from soft to rough wanting to make your legs give out

He wanted to make you forget everything

He was using you like a fleshlight

A perfect toy..the perfect Fleshlight for him

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Anon do enjoy this because this is a very old draft since 2023 yep

[msmk11]

James and His Damned Owl

James Potter x gn!muggle!reader

Word count: 1.5k

CW: Mentions of food/eating, mentions of alcohol, ornithophobia

Summary: Having a wizard boyfriend is strange to say the least. While it certainly has its perks, it also has its quirks… In particular, you’re not very much a fan of the magic world’s choice in pets.

Author’s Note: So you know how this type of fanfic is called self-insert, well this is the most self-insert fic I’ve ever written. Reader is me, I am a reader. BIRDS ARE SCARY, okay?! Anyways, this fic is the silliest one I’ve written so far and I had so much fun doing it! I hope you enjoy :)

Having a boyfriend who is a wizard is strange in a number of ways. Truthfully, when James first confessed his secret to you a few weeks ago, you laughed right in his face. It wasn’t until he pulled out his wand and literally started doing magic in front of you that you believed him. It’s safe to say you were in shock, and you’re not quite sure that feeling has faded yet. After James gave you a day or two to process the news, his magic usage around you went from 0 to 100. More times than you’d like to count, your mischievous boyfriend has scared the ever-loving shit out of you by randomly appearing in your home or on the street out of thin air. Now too, instead of walking or driving to your house like a normal person, James will randomly tumble out of your fireplace in a burst of green flames. Not only did you nearly die on the spot the first time it happened, but you’ve since bitched to James many times about how the soot he tracks in is ruining your very nice rug.

The moving pictures he has gives you the creeps, you find it laughable that he prefers using a quill and ink to a pen, and your head swarms every time James mentions some spell, potion, or magical creature whose name sounds like complete and utter gibberish.

But, despite your groans and whining, you do really think that James being a wizard is super cool. Like a child seeing a magician, you’re constantly begging your boyfriend to do different things with his magic so you can ooh and aah over them. When you found out James is an ani- animungal? Anamatronic?- the thing where you can turn into an animal, you were even more ecstatic. Admittedly, you may have once or twice begged James to assume his deer form so that you could ride on his back through the woods like some Disney princess probably would.

Magic has its perks too outside of your own personal entertainment. For example, now, instead of having to do dishes when one of the two of you cook dinner, a flick of James’ wand has them cleaning themselves. Other chores are now taken care of similarly, leaving you with a lot more free time to be with your lovely boyfriend.

This evening is one perfect example. After getting off work, you were surprised to find James waiting outside your office, a bouquet of pretty pink flowers in hand. The evening sun rested lovingly on his peaceful face so that his brown skin seemed to actually glow. It was a wonderful surprise and your trip back to his flat was much more pleasant than usual- defined by clasped hands swinging between you and teasing conversation.

The night only seemed to get better when you arrived at James’ place and were met with the delicious smell of garlic and pasta. The table was set nicely, and your two plates were already prepared, kept warm by the wonders of magic.

Things were perfect. Maybe a little too much so.

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When you and James finish dinner, he stands and grabs your plates. Usually, you would protest- claiming that whoever didn’t cook has to do dishes- but you know magic will take care of it all. James then kisses you quick before taking a trip to the bathroom.

As you’re sitting at the kitchen table still, reveling in your full belly and nursing your glass of wine, your peace is rudely disrupted. With it being pleasantly warm out this evening, James had left the windows open. This seemed like a great idea until now- when a big brown owl comes swooping into the kitchen.

While anyone would surely be startled by the bird’s random appearance, you are especially so because you’re terrified of birds. The bloodcurdling scream you let out is akin to someone who is dying- but in your mind is appropriate for the situation at hand. A string of curses leave your mouth as you jump up and hesitantly back away from the owl perched on one of the kitchen chairs. You grope for the counter behind you, never taking your eye off the owl as you maneuver around the island to hide behind it.

Of course, your scream has resulted in a panicked James and shouts of your name. He comes barreling into the kitchen in only his shirt and boxers, wand at the ready. He whips his head around, looking for you and the supposed threat that caused you to scream. He calls your name again and your head pops up from behind the counter.

“Lovey? What is it?” He asks anxiously.

You whimper a little and, with a shaky hand, point at the big bird across the room. When James sees what you’re pointing at, he visibly relaxes and lowers his wand.

“Oh, him? That’s just Hootie,” he tells you casually, “Probably should’ve mentioned I have a pet owl.”

You stare at him in complete and utter shock then shrilly squeal, “How’d you forget to mention that you have a pet owl?!!”

James shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly and places his wand on the counter, walking towards you, “Well, I guess I didn’t really think too much about it. It’s very common in the magic world to have one, so I didn’t consider that it’d be abnormal. It’s just like having a dog in the muggle world.”

You don’t respond with any English, instead sputtering anxiously.

James crouches beside you, “So are you going to come out now? There’s nothing to be afraid of.”

You shake your head no aggressively and shrink into his side, “No way, Jamie. Birds are terrifying- with their big beaks and beady eyes. And who knows what diseases they carry- no offense.”

Your boyfriend wraps his arm around you and soothingly rubs your side, “Awe, sweetheart, I didn’t know you’re afraid of birds.”

“Oh yes, very. Have been since I was five and a bird pooped on me at the zoo.”

You don’t miss the chuckle and small smirk on James’ face and huff, pulling away.

“It’s not funny Jamie! It’s a real fear!”

He puts his hands up in surrender, “I know, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It is a real fear. But it’s an irrational one, you know.”

You huff again and roll your eyes, grumbling under your breath. James then stands and stretches out his hands, “Here, why don’t you come meet Hootie and see birds aren’t all so bad.”

You hesitantly take his hand and stand. You slowly walk out from behind the counter and only make it a few steps before the damned bird shifts, ruffling its feathers.

You squeal again and let go of James’ hand, this time hiding behind his broad frame, “I don’t think I can do this Jamie.”

He turns around and looks at you softly before pulling you into a tight hug. You relax a little against his chest, but your eyes never leave the owl over his shoulder, “I believe in you, lovey. Why don’t you let me go first, to show you that Hootie won’t hurt you, and then we can try together, yeah?”

You hesitantly reply with an okay.

James lets go of you and turns around. He walks over to the brown owl easily and coos a little, petting its back softly as it nuzzles into his touch. The owl then juts its head out, seeming to be waiting for something. James, apparently, knows what this means, and reaches behind him to grab some sort of pellet out of the cabinet and feed it to the bird.

“Okay, sweetheart. Now why don’t you come over and give Hootie a pet.”

He walks over and grabs your hand. Your smaller one fits into his nicely and you grip onto it with a death-grip. The two of you slowly make your way over to the owl and stand beside it. You sort of half stand behind James while still holding his hand. Fingers intertwined, James slowly starts moving your joint arms out, “Ready?

You very slightly shake your head and then your palm makes connection with the soft feathers of Hootie. The bird stares at you with its big eyes and, like it did for James, nuzzles into your touch.

Some of the tension in your shoulders eases a little and you decide that maybe birds aren’t so bad.

As you pull away, James squeezes your hand gently, “See? You did it. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart.”

Just as you’re beginning to feel proud of yourself too, the owl shuffles a little and rotates its head 180, so it’s no longer staring at you. The range of motion it has terrifies you and you scream again, running down the hall away from James and his damned owl.

[sarawritestories]

Obey

High Lord Eris Vanserra X Fem Reader (Tamlin's Sister)

1000 Follower Celebration Post

Summary: You and Eris find your own entertainment at a party you were both forced to be at.

Content Warning: MINORS DNI 18+ Content, P in V, sex in public (Adjacent) . D/S Dynamics, degradation kink, praise kink, bondage.

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The party was in full swing at the Spring Court. Though it wasn't a surprised that everyone would attend, this was the first time Tamlin had hosted anything since rebuilding his court from scratch. Everyone was curious to see how he was fairing, like your brother was some kind of animal to be gawked at. Tamlin approached you, a tight expression on his face. "I need some air."

You leaned up to kiss his cheek, "You're doing great." You encouraged and he gave you a small smile.

"I would be lost without you, go enjoy the party. I'll be back after a walk through the gardens." With that, the High Lord of the Spring and your older brother walked away. He knew you hated parties and that you simply clung to the wall most of the time, but he insisted you had to make an appearance and not be able to deny him anything here you were. A teal chiffon gown, the bodice that accentuated your amble breast, had floral designs that bled down to the skirt with gold accents. The sleeve billowing out with gold trim at the elbows, the dress was exquisite. Your hair fell in soft curls, a hair pin holding half up in a bun. You were a vision of spring, and you knew lingering eyes were roaming your body tonight.

Grabbing a flute of sparkling fae wine you walked around the outskirts of the party. Finding a spot near the wall to observe members of various courts dancing and twirling about in the colors of their respected homes. Ignoring the sight of Feyre and Rhys with the new heir of the Night Court who had approached your earlier in the night being cordial but there was a bitterness their for how they treated your brother that you simply could not let go of.

"Now what do we have here?" Your back straightened as your eyes shifted to the owner of the deep rich voice beside me. Eris Vanserra's russet eyes met mine. He was a vision, his copper red hair combed back and tamed, His red vest with a gold intricate design complimented his dark orange tunic, his brown pants accentuating his thighs thick from riding his mare no doubt, they matched his riding boots that looked as though they have been recently shined. Your eyes grazed back up to his face his freckles on full display with the fae lights and it might have been the wine going to your head, but his pink plump lips were desirable, and your mind wandered to his lips on your skin, his fingers..

Eris cleared his throat bringing your attention back to his eyes, they held mischief in them. "Tell me, Bunny." You bristled at the nickname for you, "If my memory serves right, you despise events like this. Why are you here?"

"This is my home, Vanserra." You quipped, "I'm obeying my brother's orders." He hummed whether in approval or otherwise you weren't sure. You tore your gaze away from the new High Lord of Autumn, and back to the dance floor. "If my memory serves right, you also despise these things. Why are you here?" You downed the rest of your wine placing the empty glass on the table beside you.

"I'm obeying orders. My advisors said it would be unsavory, if I didn't appear at the first party Tamlin has hosted since your court was destroyed." Your breath hitched as his mouth was close to your ear, "Apologies, I forgot to mention how breathtaking you look tonight." His fingers lightly traced of yours a shiver coursed down your spine. "Did you notice that every male and a few females have been admiring you tonight?"

"Yes." Your answer was short and barely a whisper. His hand grazed up your arm as his nose traced along your jaw. "Eris?"

"Bunny?" He replied his hand moved toward your waist and slowly, agonizingly so, slid his hand up your bodice and indecent gesture in front of some many curious eyes could turn and see you two in a compromising postion.

"Would you like to join me in disobeying orders?" You squeaked slightly as Eris pulled you flush against his body.

There was a low growl emulating from his chest as he nibbled your ear lobe, "So long as you are able to obey mine?" His voice was husky and laced with lust.

Your breath quickened, and you were aware that it brought attention to your breast, pushed upward thanks to the corset that lay underneath. You could feel the High Lord of Autumn's eyes on them, and you could only imagine the vile things he was thinking. Not being able to hold restraint, he allowed his fingers to trace the swells of your chest that felt like they could burst out of your dress, "Bunny, I asked you a question. I don't like to repeat myself." His hand enveloped over one of your tits and squeezed, causing you to sharply inhale at the boldness of the move.

"Yes, High Lord, I can obey your orders." You moaned fighting not to close your eyes. As if the mother had dumped cold water over your overheated skin as Tamlin walked back into the room. "Tamlin." you whispered, and Eris's eyes met your line of sight.

Eris released you, and you yearned for his touch once more, "Go and tell you have fallen ill and would like to go rest. Then you will talk to no one and head to your room. I'll be waiting."

"Okay." You began to walk away as he gripped the back of your neck. You turned to face him once more as his hand slid to grip your throat.

"Bunny, that's not how you address me."

"Apologies. Master."

Eris smiled, and your heart fluttered, "Good Girl. Now go." He turned and left the room without second glance, leaving you to deal with your brother.

Pinching your cheeks, you walked back toward Tamlin, who had found Lucien. Quickly, you shielded your scent to hide the evident arousal there. "Hey, Flower," Tamlin greeted, his smile falling as he saw your face. "You alright."

I gave a faux weak smile, "I think I ate something bad, I'm not feeling well." I glanced to Lucien, who was covering his face with the back of his hand, the evident smile on his smug face.

"Go rest sweetheart, I'll see you in the morning." Tamlin kissed your cheek.

"If she can walk in the morning." Lucien murmured.

"What was that?" Tamlin asked.

Lucien's metallic eyed whirred to me, and he winked with his good eye, "Oh nothing, Tamlin, let's go find something stronger than wine, shall we?"

Lucien pulled your brother away, and you quickly turned to head to your room, only for Feyre and Rhys to block your way to the exit. "Y/N, it's so nice to see you." Feyre beamed.

You will talk to no one and head to your room.

Eris's words rang through your head, but you couldn't be rude. "Likewise. I'm sorry to cut you off. I am really not feeling well and long for my bed."

Rhys nodded his head. Of course, we simply wanted to say hello and offer our gratitude for your invitation tonight." Rhys bowed and placed a hand on Feyre's back and guided her away, but not before giving you a knowing smirk. Once they were out of your way, you moved swiftly from the ballroom to your awaiting High Lord.

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Eris sat in one of the large lounge chairs residing in your sitting room, staring at the flames crackling in your fireplace. "You're late, Bunny."

You walked in front of him and slid to your knees how he liked you. Your head downcast, "I'm sorry, Master, I ran into the High Lord and Lady of the Night Court. They cornered me."

Eris's calloused fingers gripped your chin, lifting your head to meet his gaze, the warm light of the fire making him appear like one of the old God's. "Did they hurt you?" His tone serious, he knew your relationship with the Night Court was complicated at best.

"No. Not outside of making me uncomfortable." Rage fuelled his eyes. As the fire flared out the hearth partially, you gripped his wrist, and it grounded the male. "Eris." He looked at you, the fire dimming behind you as his eyes shifted from rage to lust. "I'm okay."

"Did you speak to them?" His authoritative tone returning you to that space, where you gave all control to him. Eris Vanserra, the only male who made you feel safe, protected, and loved, in this space.

"Yes, Master." Shame laced your voice as he released his grip on you. Your head snapping back down to your lap.

"So you disobeyed my orders?" Eris rose as you remained in place.

Your lip wobbled as shame and guilt flooded your body, "Yes, Master."

"Remind me, Bunny, what is your punishment when you disobey my orders."

"I get spanked, Master."

"Not today." You fought the urge to meet his gaze in surprise. "It's been too long since I've seen you, and though I enjoy seeing your ass turn that pretty shade of red, I much rather punish you a different way. You can lift your head, pet."

You did so and met his copper eyes, "Safe word?"

"Leaf." Your murmured.

"Good, put your hands behind your back hands clasped together." You did as he asked, and with a wave of his hands, fire looped around your wrist, cynching them together. The flames were warm against your skin but not enough to hurt. It brought a form of comfort. "Your punishment is you are not aloud to touch me."

You pouted, and tears lined your eyes as panic set in. It had been months since you last touched him and ran your fingers through his silky curls, months since you held him close and basked in the comfort of his presence, "But Master, I've missed you. I want your touch."

Eris' eyes softened, and he came and wiped your tears, his lips then meeting yours. You tested the bonds, they wouldn't budge, and he pressed his forehead to yours. "Tell you what, Bunny. You be on your best behavior, and I will take the bonds off of you."

You nodded, and he kissed you again. The thread wrapped around your heart, tethering you to him warmed in approval of the close proximity. Eris pulled away and hovered over your lips, your eyes still closed. He whispered, "First, I think you need a reminder of who you belong to." He cupped your cheek, and you hummed at his touch, leaning into his warm hand. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you felt his soft lips on both eyes lids. "You beautiful creature." His thumb dragged across your bottom. His free hand slid through your hair, removing the hair pin your curls that were held up joining the rest of your hair. He gripped your hair and yanked, eliciting a moan from your throat. Eris' tongue slid across the column of your throat. He yanked once more, "Who do you belong to?" He growled.

"Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court." You breathed out, squirming against your bonds.

Eris released his grip on you, "Good girl. Open those pretty eyes and open your mouth," You opened your eyes as Eris rose to his full height. Opening your mouth, he quirked a brow, "Tongue out, Bunny." You slid your tongue out as he told you, earning you his signature smirk.He maintained eye contact as he slid off his boots, pants, and stockings. Then, he moved to his upper body to remove his vest and his tunic. Saliva began to drip from your tongue as his athletic lean body on display. He slowly removed the remaining article of clothing on his person, and you struggled against your bonds, the heat from the flames growing warmer matching their owners' burning desire, longing to touch him. A trail of saliva coating your breast as his cock sprung from the confines of his undergarments. "My my, you are making quite the mess, Bunny." He walked forward, swiping the tip and scooping up the drool on your chest, smearing his arousal as he did so. He tapped his member in your tongue, "Lick."

You quickly lapped up your mess, resisting the urge to wrap your mouth around him. He hummed as he threaded his fingers through your hair. "You are too good to me, Sweet Girl. My good little Bunny."

Arousal pooled in your belly at his praise. He stepped away, keeping his cock out of reach from your tongue he began stroking himself and you watched his hand with intense desire. You pressed your thighs tightly together to gain more friction. Eris' pace quickened, and you began to pant yearning to taste him, drool rippling down from the tip of your tongue soaking the edge of your bodice, the gown since forgotten, your only focus was Eris. "I'm close, Bunny. Keep that pretty little mouth open for me." I stuck my tongue out wider and moaned.

Eris groaned, his knees buckling slightly as the warmth of his orgasm hit your tongue, your face, and your breast. You kept your mouth open until he milked the last drop. He hummed as he looked back to you. "You are a vision. My seed all over you. Claiming you. Marking you as mine." He knelt to reach your eye level and gripped. "What would your brother think? If he saw you like this, hm?" He scooped his release, dripping from your cheek with the crook of his finger. "You think he would be dissapointed that his baby sister on her knees, panting like wanton whore?" You nod your head, your panties drenched as another wave of arousal at his degrading words. "Swallow." You immediately closed your mouth, swallowing your saliva and his cum. Opening immediately, he grinned, "Good, girl." He placed his finger in your mouth and began feeding the remaining cum to you until you were clean.

"Master. Please, I want to touch you." You whimpered.

Eris cooed, "Not yet." You cried, longing to pull his body close to yours. "But I do think you are wearing too many clothes." He snapped his fingers, and your clothes and undergarments were gone. He gripped you under your arms and hoisted you up. Your legs were screaming in protest for being in one spot for so long. Eris slid his arm around your waist. "You okay?" Eris murmured.

"Yes, Master." You smiled, Eris returned with one of his own, kissing your lips, the taste of wine on his tongue.

The High Lord pulled away and swiftly threw you over your shoulder and you couldn't retain the giggle that bubbled to the surface. He walked toward your bedroom.

You could almost hear the smile on the eldest Vanserra's brothers lips, "What are you giggling about?"

"Nothing, Master." You cleared your throat in hopes that your laughter would die down. It didn't.

Eris sighed, "This is supposed to be your punishment." He put you down and pressed you against your bed post, as your giggling began to slow. His eyes intensely watching the joy radiating of you and that disarming smile of yours that made that gold thread tug against his heart. He leaned his arm over your head and cupped your cheek. The light in your eyes as your smile remained on your soft features, "I missed you." He whispered, and in a vast moment you were free from his flames.

"I thought-

You didn't get to finish your sentence as his mouth slanted over yours. You gripped his bare waist as he pulled away pressing his forehead to yours. "No thinking, I missed my mate, I missed her touch," A kiss, "Her eyes," Another, "Her lips." This kiss was slow and made your stomach flutter. "No games tonight."

Tears welled in your eyes, As you latched your arms around his neck, Eris quick to wrap his arms around your waist. "I missed you too." The tears came out; you couldn't help it his scent of autumn leaves, embers and a hint of cinnamon, felt like home. He was your home. "Your absence is barely tolerable. Its when I seek reprieve in the comfort of your arms and am denied; that's when the pain becomes unbearable for me." Your buried your face in the crook of his neck.

"Bunny." He whispered his hand rubbing your bare back. "I feel it too. I'm here now."

"How much longer must we do this, Eris?" Eris held you close and pressed his lips to the side of your head.

Eris lightly pulled you away. His thumbs swiping your tear stained cheeks, "Not long, Bunny. I promise." You nodded and gripped his wrists pressing your thumbs on his pulse point. "Should we just sleep, Love?"

"No. I want you to kiss me." You bit your lip.

"Is that all you want, Bunny?" Eris questioned his thumb moved, tugging your bottom lip from your teeth.

"I want you Eris. All of you," you whispered. "Please."

"Well since you asked so nicely." He crashed his lips to yours and gripping your thighs he hoisted you up and you squealed as he placed you on to the bed. Tongues clashing and hands began to wander. Eris hands groped your breast his fingers pinching your nipples. You moaned arching your back. Your arms snaked around his neck, his lips moved from yours as he lowered his mouth down your neck. His canines bit down on the patch of skin connecting your neck and your collar bone. You screamed as he slides down his mouth latching on to your nipple.

"Eris," You moaned as your hand rakes through his red hair his curls becoming unruly from the warmth of your room. Eris took your sensitive bud between his teeth and twist. You yanked on his hair and he released your nipple with a pop.

"Look at you so reactive tonight." He hummed against your skin, now coated with perspiration. His mouth reaching lower to the place you longed for him to be. He gripped your thighs, "I love how your body sings for me." He placed light kisses on your thigh and your clasped onto your silk sheets and clung them tightly until your knuckles turned white. He sucked against the skin of your thigh his hands preventing you from squeezing your legs. Unable to control him self he sank his teeth into your tender flesh. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as your hips flexed and a lewd moan escaped your mouth.

"Mouth or Cock?" Eris asked.

"Cock. Please."

Eris' tongue slid over your center, "You sure?" He lightly blew and you gasped.

"Eris!" You whined. "Just do something!" You turned your head.

The High Lord tsked and rubbed your thumb against your clit. "A little on edge, Bunny?"

You lifted your head and glared at your mate. "Eris. If you don't fuck me, so help me I will send you to the mother myself."

"How can I deny my mate?" He slid his fingers into your folds. "Oh so tight." You placed your head back onto the bed lifting your hips. Eris placed a palm over your abdomen and pushes your hip back down. "Let me take care of you, Bunny." He began moving his finger in and out. "I just need to prep you."

"Hmmm." You hummed as your eyes fluttered close. Your hands moved to your breast and you felt eyes on you as you squeezed your tits. His thumb continuously rubs against her clit, while his fingers kept a steady pace.

"You look so beautiful right now." Eris murmured, your back arched your hair splayed out on the bed, your swollen lips is slightly parted, your chest rising and falling in short pants, hands still groping your own tits.

Your eyes opened and you noticed his forehead gleamed with sweat but he looked so beautiful in the moonlight. The light providing a halo atop of his head the pale light giving his copper hair . Your heart raced at the sight of him and all the pain and longing for him near long forgotten as he smiles at you. He leaned over and kissed you. His fingers moving in your core at a rapid pace and he swallowed your moan. His mouth hovered over yours, he took in your scent of fresh cut flowers, "You are divine, my little Bunny." You moaned as you could feel the familiar sensation at the pit of your stomach.

"I love you." You whispered. You moved your hand and gripped his back, nails clawing at his tanned skin.

"And I you," He pressed his thumb against your swollen bud and your eyes crossed, "Gonna cum on my fingers, Pretty girl."

You blankly nod your head as the sensation builds. Eris began sucking on your neck and as his teeth grazed your neck stars covered your vision as you orgasm. "Eris." his name escaped your lips.

Eris continued moving his fingers having you ride out your high. When you finished and your eyes grew heavy, removed his fingers. "You still with me, Bunny?"

"I'm here." You whispered. Your hooded eyes watch as Eris begins to sucks his fingers clean. "You're pretty."

Eris hummed, "Not nearly as pretty as you, Gorgeous." He moved in between your legs his cock lining up with your pussy. "Can you give me one more?"

"Yes, Eris, Please I need you."

He slides inside you and you gasp as he stretches you out. The pain mixing with pleasure as he fully sheathes himself in you. He holds out his hands and you lace your fingers through his, and he lightly pinned them to the bed. "My beautiful mate."

You smiled as he moved his hips until only the tip was left in you and he thrust into you and your backs arched. His hands squeezed yours keeping you grounded and not lost in your bliss. His hips rolled and each thrust was met with a moan of your own. He leaned down his chest pressing down on your own as his lips find yours. This kiss feels like the reunion you two had been waiting for. and the word that kept repeating in your mind:

Home

Home

Home

The High Lord of the Autumn Court was your beacon home.

Eris' hips become erratic and his breathing becomes labored as groans escape through his lips rumbling onto your own. He releases one of your hands to rub your swollen clit his thumb swirling in a pleasurable pace. Your eyes roll once more as your second orgasm builds. "Eris, I'm close."

"Me too, Love." His hips slam against yours the sound of skin colliding and the moans from both of you fill the room. "Come with me, Bunny." He pinches your clit and you scream out as he lets out a roar of his own as your orgasms collide.

He kisses your knuckles as he continues to roll his hips slowly, and your hips meet his. He trails kisses up your torso. Your body overheated but still responsive to his touch as it twitched on its own. He kisses your cheek and grips your head, bringing it closer to his. "My Bunny." He kissed your nose as he slowly pulled out of you, and you whined already missing him inside you.

"My cruel wicked Fox." You muttered. he chuckled, sliding off the bed. The moonlight highlights every scar and ab on his body. Your eyes couldn't help but gravitate toward his ass on full display. Arousal hit you, and when he faced you, he chuckled.

"Insatiable, you are." He said as his arms wrapped around you and hoisting you up. He carried you toward your bathing chambers. You hummed in contentment as you leaned your head against your high lord, your loving partner, your mate.

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Eris watched you from across the tub. You melted into the warm water, which he made sure stayed warm to ease your muscles. Your face relaxed a lopsided smile on your face. Under the fae lights and your naked form, you resembled a goddess. Though Eris would argue that your beauty outshined even the Mother herself. The High Lord thanks her though every day for bringing you to him.He couldn't help but provide a smile of his own. You always managed to pull Eris into smiling more just by being in his presence. He ran his fingers through his wet coppery locks and reminded himself that he came here for a reason.

"Bunny?"

"Hmm," You didn't meet his eyes, too blissed out to give him your full attention.

"You're going to be gathering your things in the next few days. I'm bringing you back home with me when I leave at the end of the week."

You hummed again...then his words dawned on you, your eyes opened wide as you sat up straight in the tub, "What?"

Eris gave you his playful wink, "Well, my High Lady can't be living in the Spring Court while in power can she?"

You blinked, "Eris, what are you saying?"

He moved to you he gripped your waist and pressed his forehead to yours. "I'm saying, I want my mate home with me. I want to wake up to your beautiful eyes and kissable lips. I want to create a better place for my people with you beside me to do so. Especially knowing you were the heart of restoring the Spring Court. I want to hold you in the evening, and sneak away to fuck you. I want family. I want you as my wife, my High Lady, the mother of my children. I want all of you fully."

You weren't sure you were breathing when you choked out, "No more hiding?"

"No more hiding."

You met his russet eyes, twinkling in the fae lights, a smile on your lips. "Tamlin?"

"Gave me his blessing this morning, Love." He kissed your lips.

Excitement bubbled in your chest, and the golden thread of your bond sang a ballad of celebration that your souls would be together again.

"Ask me again." You whispered.

He smiled, "Bunny, Will you join me in the Autumn Court, to be my wife, and My High Lady?"

"Yes!" You kissed his cheek, "Yes!" His other cheek, "Yes!" His forehead, "Yes!" Your lips touched his briefly. "I need you to know." You swiped a stray lock of hair from his face. "Eris Vanserra, I love you, I was yours the moment you laid eyes on me. From this point forward, I will not leave your side. Everything we do. We do together." You held out your pinky.

Eris chuckled but wrapped his pinky with yours, "Together."

You smiled, pushing him lightly so his back was against the tub. You crawled over and straddled him. With a languid kiss, you guided his hard cock into your entrance and moaned as he entered you with ease. "Allow my first act as High Lady to give my High Lord the praise he deserves." Eris moaned as you began to ride his cock. Knowing there would be little sleep that night as you both continued to professed your love for each other with words and lingering touches.

All. Night. Long.

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The time we had come, your bags packed. Eris was talking with the coach man as Tamlin appeared at the steps. You felt a hand on your shoulder to find your mate smiling, "Go on." He encouraged nudging you. You smiled and gathered your lavender tooled skirts, the bodice having white lace over purple silk, your last outfit you'll wear as a member of the Spring Court. Though Eris insisted that your dresses come with you knowing you would want a piece of your former home with. You ran up the steps to meet your brother and leapt in his arms.

"Were you really going to leave without saying goodbye?" Tamlin whispered in your ear.

You pulled away, "No, I was just making sure everything was there. I was going to find you." The reality of you leaving home and your brother hit you like a tidal wave.

Tamlin pulled you into another hug, "No tears, Flower." He cooed as he stroked your straightened hair. "I'll see you often."

"I'm not worried about seeing you. I'm worried about you. Will you be okay?" He pulled you away so he could look you in the eyes.

"I will be fine! It's time for you to be with your mate. So we can both stop pretending you're a good liar." Your mouth fell to the floor as he continued, "Flower, I knew from day one what was going on. I was hoping you would tell me."

"I'm sorry, I just knew you needed me here."

Tamlin chuckled, "Eris said as much when he told me all those years ago when the bond snapped." Your head turned to the Red-Haired male's ears twitching, indicating he was listening but not turning to engage. "He asked me to keep you safe while he handled Beron. He was preparing me should things have gone poorly." Tamlin kissed your cheek as he looped your arms to his and walked you down to the carriage.

"I'll miss you." You whispered, squeezing your brother's arm. His teal jacket covering the muscles underneath the gold lining it reflecting off the warm spring sun.

He turned to face me his emerald eyes lined with silver, the first time you ever recalled seeing him with tears in them. "And I you. But I will be there for your wedding." He cupped your cheek, so fatherly he practically raised you all these years, "I'll be there front and center for your coronation." He gripped you in a hug. "You are going to make a fine High Lady! Autumn is lucky to have you."

"I love you, Tam." You whispered, burying your face in his shoulder for a moment.

"I love you, more. Being your brother is my greatest honor." He murmured.

"Being your sister is mine." You whimpered as Tamlin wiped your tears. The two of you both looked to Eris, who smiled.

Tamlin shook his hand, "Take care of her."

Eris dipped his head in respect, "I would rather pierce my own heart than to see her get hurt."

Tamlin nodded his head in approval and kissed you cheek once more. He opened the carriage door, "I expect you to write."

You rolled your eyes, wiping the remaining tears. "Of course." He held his hand out to help guide you into the carriage, and Eris followed. To door closed and As the Carriage moved you looked behind to give your brother a final wave.

When Tamlin was no longer in sight you turned to your mate and smiled. "To our next adventure, Eris."

Eris leaned over to you, kissing you like a man starved. "To our next adventure, High Lady.

And as you headed into the forest, the path leading to the Autumn Court a beast with Emerald eyes kept in step with your carriage, making sure you and your mate crossed the border safely.

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[bonesxbows]

Surgery of a Hope (Astarion x Reader)

My Masterlist

Someone dared to try to lay a hand on you and Astarion finds out. He leaves Gale to comfort you while he goes and "takes care" of it. Or alternatively, Astarion is trying to show you he loves you in one of the only ways he knows how; by killing.

(WARNINGS) - mentions of sexual assault/assault (depending on how you look at it), but does not go into a lot of detail - crying/breakdown - trauma responses

If you have any triggers relating to assault or past assault please be careful reading this. I have not personally experienced what is written here but it is loosely based on trauma of my own and the goal was to write something to act as a comfort for myself and whoever else needs to read something like this. But please tread carefully, I didn't write this with the intent of triggering anyone.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoy and I hope reading this can help someone else like writing it helped me :) Comments and reblogs are much appreciated!

Banners by @strangergraphics

You sat on the ground inside your tent, nestled in the corner of the fabric, your knees pulled up to your chest. You were slowly rocking back and forth, replaying the traumatic events of the day in your head. Your body was present, but your mind was lost in its own little world, your eyes glassed over. You didn't notice Astarion barge into your tent, a bubble of excitement coming with him.

“Darling! I've been waiting all day to have a moment with you all to myself. I-” His sentence and his body stopped dead in their tracks when his eyes finally found you, a sad little ball of limbs shoved into the corner. His voice startled you out of your daze. He walked closer towards you and reached out a hand, but you jumped in response to him approaching and shuffled yourself deeper into the corner, as far away from him as you possibly could get. He frowned. He recognized your fear, he remembered acting like you were doing now once before and that worried him.

“Astarion, wait. I…wait. Please, don't come any closer.” You spilled out your words quickly. Your eyes were glued to his outstretched hand, wide like a gnoll staring down a wall of fire, and tears started to pool underneath them.

“What’s wrong my love?” He hated when you cried. He was getting better at learning how to comfort you but he still got nervous about making it worse. His frown deepened but he respected your request and instead knelt down where he was, keeping his distance from you.

“I…um…” you stumbled over your words, your mouth becoming dry and thick, like someone had shoved cotton down your throat. You tried to blink away the tears but they were now two hot waterfalls running down your face.

“It’s alright, you can tell me. What happened?” You looked like a scared animal and it reminded him too much of how he used to feel. He was concerned, but he was also angry. He had a feeling he already knew what had happened to you and the thought of him being right made him burn with rage inside. You took a shaky breath and did your best to speak coherently.

“Someone…um, someone tried to touch me earlier when we were in town. I…I tried to stop them, tried to fight them off. Some things were said and…and…” Your story ended there as the sobs racked your body aggressively. You buried your head in your arms, wrapping your hands around your shoulder to try to comfort yourself as you rocked back and forth, crying and screaming and sobbing loudly. Astarion swore he could feel his undead heart shatter. He could do nothing but sit there and watch as you poured out your emotions. He knew from experience that if he tried to comfort you it would only make the situation worse, but he felt helpless just sitting there and doing nothing. So he reached over and yanked your blanket off of your cot, folding it up haphazardly and placing it between the two of you, nudging your foot with the fabric, doing his best not to touch you.

You poked your head up slightly, eyeing him. You saw the blanket, your blanket, and how Astarion sat back on his heels, a comforting smile on his face. You unfurled a hand from your cocoon of limbs and reached forward slowly, grabbing the blanket tentatively, as if even the soft material would snap back at you as well. But it didn't, so you pulled it into your lap on top of your knees and buried your head into the comfort of it, sniffing the familiar scent of Astarion’s cologne that had rubbed off on it from his constant nights spent in your tent with you. You used a corner of it to wipe away your tears and tried to focus on steadying your breathing. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Astarion and he nodded his head.

“Do you think you can manage to remember who it was, my love? Can you tell me what they looked like?” he asked you softly. He wanted to reach out and grab your hand in his, but he stayed still for now. He would not touch you until you were ready and asked him to, no matter how much he wanted to. You began to shake your head furiously.

“No. Astarion, no. It was nothing, really. You don't need to do anything. It was my fault anywa-” He cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

“Do not even finish that statement darling. None of this is your fault. None of it. Do you understand? Now, what did they look like?” his face was like stone, serious and deadly. It didn't scare you, not anymore at least, but you knew trying to argue with him at this point was futile. You were so confused and upset you did not know what the right thing to do was so you trusted Astarion and told him everything you could remember. You watched as he took off his jacket and moved closer to you. But he stopped just before he got too close.

“Is it alright if I touch you my sweet?” He asked before he did anything and you nodded, although slowly. He leaned forward to drape his jacket over your shoulders and pull it up over your neck. Your fingers fumbled at first but you grabbed it and pulled it as close to your skin as you could, relishing in the warmth and comfort radiating off of the velvet fabric.

“Stay here, alright? I’ll tell Gale to accompany you here inside of your tent so you don't have to be alone. I promise I’ll be back before morning.” He leaned forward again to kiss you gently on your forehead and you didn't jerk away this time. He smiled warmly at you but his ruby eyes shone with anger and malice. He began to stand up and head for the entry flap of your tent.

“Wait! Where are you going?” You jumped from surprise and began to reach for him but stopped abruptly when his jacket began to fall off of your shoulders and instead quickly grabbed it again and pulled it back up around you. You were afraid to be alone, even with Gale. You only felt safe around Astarion. Your sense of security was so shattered you were hesitant to trust anyone except him. He turned back around before he left.

“Promise me you'll stay here with Gale.” no, you wanted to go with him, wherever he was going. You wanted his warmth and to be in his arms with him by your side protecting you, no one else.

“But I-” he cut you off again. He was not looking for any arguments tonight.

“Promise me, my love.” there was no arguing with the look in his eyes and there was no changing his mind about whatever he had set his mind on doing. “I promise.” you choked out, trying not to cry again at the thought of him leaving you right now.

“Good. I’ll be back as soon as I can alright? Then I’ll stay with you for as long as you need.” You watched him leave, trying to blink away the tears that threatened to flow. You gripped his jacket even tighter and breathed in the smell of his cologne again, it was an even stronger scent on his jacket than on your blanket. A few moments after Astarion left Gale walked in, smiling sympathetically. He somehow juggled a bowl, two mugs, and a stack of books in his hands without dropping anything.

“How are you feeling?” he asked. You didn't give an answer and watched as he sat where Astarion once was just a minute ago and placed all of the things in his hands in front of him, between the two of you.

“We don't have to talk if you'd rather not. But I thought you might like a distraction while Astarion is away. My time is yours.” You looked at him and he looked sincere, but you were still a little wary. But this was Gale, someone who had stuck by your side from the very beginning and had been nothing but respectful and helpful ever since. You gazed over what he had brought with him, there was what appeared to be stew in the bowl and the two mugs were filled with tea and still steaming. The books were ones you recognized, titles you had once borrowed from him and had told him you had enjoyed immensely. Books that you knew, that were familiar, and there was comfort in familiarity. He knew this. Gale was your best friend, he was the second person to know just about everything about you. You were grateful that his memory was impeccable and that he had remembered all of your favorite things, especially at a time like now.

“What kind of soup is that?” you asked. The tears had subsided, for now. He was glad you were up to talking, it was going to be a long night for him if he had to sit here in silence the whole time.

“Vegetable and sausage. And that’s peppermint tea, with sugar, just how you like it. I've also brought your favorite books, but I can fetch something else if reading isn't up to your liking currently.” He stole a pillow from the pile off of your bed and propped himself up against the side of your tent, still an agreeable distance away from you. Astarion must have given him the details of your jumpiness and sensitivity to touch right now. You couldn't help but smile just a little.

“The books are alright for now, Gale. Thank you.” You reached forward for one of the mugs and chose one of the books from the stack as you did so.

“Of course. Let me know if you need anything else, alright? Im not going anywhere until Astarion gets back.” you nodded and took a sip from the mug, the tea warming your scratchy throat on the way down. You opened the book to the first page and Gale did the same with his own book.

Eventually the warm tea, familiar story, and comfort of Astarion’s scent lulled you into a sleep. Your body was exhausted from the day’s events and the extensive crying you had done earlier. Gale had stayed with you the entire night, within arms reach just in case you needed him, even when the rough ground began to irritate his old human body. He had even lit the candles in your tent after the sun had set just so you would not be in complete darkness if you woke up in the middle of the night.

You were never a heavy sleeper, but now you were even more anxious in your sleep after what had happened. A dull thud had woken you up and you heard the sound of water splashing. Your eyes fluttered open quickly but your heart calmed down when you saw the back of a familiar white shirt and white curls in the candlelight. Astarion had returned at some point, before morning just like he had promised, but his back was turned to you and he was knelt in front of your washing bucket.

“Astarion? Is that you?” you asked groggily. Your voice was thick with sleep but you were wide awake, grateful that he was back already.

“Go back to sleep darling, it’s alright.” he spoke sweetly to you like always, but he stayed with his back to you, working something onto the wash board inside the tub.

“Where have you been?” you sat up, blinking away the remaining sleep in your eyes and trying to focus on what he was doing. A part of you already had a guess of where he had been for the last few hours but you asked anyway, not wanting to believe what you knew was already true.

“No where you need to worry your pretty little head about, everything’s alright.” he told you, but you were too curious now to go back to sleep. Astarion hated chores, yet here he was scrubbing laundry in the middle of the night. You stood up quietly and padded over to him, still holding onto his jacket around your shoulders. You leaned over his shoulder and observed. He was holding on to a different white shirt than the one on his back currently, scrubbing furiously as the soapy water turned pink. Now that you were closer you also noticed the way the candlelight shined against black spots in his hair, a stark difference against his bleach white curls. You frowned slightly, accepting your previous conclusion as the truth now.

“Is that blood?” you asked. You already knew the answer but you wanted to hear it from him.

“No.” he tried to deny the obvious, though he already knew you wouldn't believe the white lie.

“Astarion.” you said sternly, gently warning him to tell you the truth this time.

“Alright maybe it is. But the bastard deserved it.” he stopped scrubbing and so you sat down on the ground behind him. He turned to look at you, abandoning the shirt in the dirty water.

“What did you do?” your voice was calm. You didn't mind he had taken matters into his own hands, in fact you were secretly grateful.

“I taught him a much needed lesson my love. He won’t be hurting anyone ever again.” his lips turned up into his signature killer smile. He was proud of himself for the kill, as per usual. You wanted to thank him, say something, anything, to convey how relieved you felt, but the words got caught in your throat. His smile faltered a little when he noticed the pool of tears forming in your eyes, but he knew you were okay from the small smile that was stuck on your face.

He dunked his hands back into the water to wash the rest of the blood off and then dried them on his pants before outstretching a hand to you, silently asking for yours. You obliged, placing your hand in his. He brought it up to his face and placed a gentle kiss on your knuckle. You couldn't help the small laugh that bubbled up from his gesture, the smile on your face growing despite the tears that started to flood your face. You were safe. Even after all that had happened, you were safe with Astarion.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

Can I get some vampire Rindou x human reader hcs??? Tyyy

Vampire!Rindou x Human!Reader

♡ SFW, gn reader, fluff, blood drinking + raw meat eating, biting w/o blood drinking, mentions of Ran (who is also a vamp) ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷

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🦇 He catches an attitude with you when you tell him to not do stuff (he's the younger brother and spoiled as hell)

"I can do what I want, I'm a grown ass man."

"Rindou Haitani, the sun is still up, don't make me open this damn curtain!"

🦇 Doesn't even need to wear glasses, just wears them to look smart and cool

🦇 Probably drinks animal blood and eats raw meat like he's on a carnivore diet lmao

"Is that..healthy?"

"I'm immortal, does it really matter? Plus Ran said-"

"Whatever Ran said was wrong."

🦇 Bites you, but not hard enough to make you bleed, he just likes leaving marks on you

🦇 Midnight motorcycle rides with him and Ran

🦇 Buries his face in your neck all the time, especially when you're cuddling, he says he enjoys the warmth

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