#rosy if you see this i am still cackling

[lazyjellyfish300]

12 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒎𝒖𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒔 ~𝑫𝒂𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆

CW: x fem!reader, smut, oral(m&f receiving), fingering, older dadbod!kento and older reader, mention of having kids ,fluff, au, reader is chubby/plump/curvy

A/n: I had a vision. Some of the plot from the movie Klaus and my unquenchable desire inspired this. it's still the 12th where I am so we're still on time 😩 Idk even what I'm getting myself into with Smutmas but we're gonna say fuck it and see how it goes and how much I can do 🥰

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Wc: 1.5k

dividers by @/saradika-graphics. pics from pinterest.

Hear me out, Kento Nanami as Santa Claus...

Nanami, who retired at the age of 28 and moved to Malaysia. Who loved the sun and lived on that beach for many years.

Nanami, who traded in the powdery white sand and teal seafoam for a humble cabin and blankets of snow in a thicket of evergreens in the far, far north sometime around after he turned 40.

Nanami, who realizes he's got it bad for you, the lovely woman who rides by his cabin while he's chopping wood, on your merry way to sell your world famous cranberry jam to the local village.

Nanami, who has fought some of the most menacing curses known to man, but can't muster up the courage to invite you in for hot chocolate, until one evening.

Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who simply can't say no to the beautiful blonde man with scars on the left side of his face, with crinkled eyes sweeter than the butterscotch goodies you loved to bake, a quiet handsomeness and gentleness he possessed that rattles the forgotten corners of your heart that no man has reached before.

Nanami and Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who both realize when you find yourselves accidentally underneath the mistletoe, that being "just friends" isn't gonna last much longer.

Nanami, who feels so warm and sweet like the peppermint tea he was drinking as he kisses you for the first time.

Nanami, who accidentally leaves a quiet moan in your mouth as the kiss gently escalates in intensity next to the cackling fire. Who turns red and apologizes for moving too fast but doesn't get to finish his sentence before you just grab him and press your lips against his with an even hungrier fervor than before.

Nanami, whose lips part at the elegant curves of your body and how they're even more bewitching against the silk of his sheets.

Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who coos softly, "Kento...", whose fragile voice quivers and shudders as your tight walls gently get coaxed open to the fat swollen tip of his long, heavy cock.

Nanami, whose hands intertwine with yours, who's in love by the first stroke, as your pussy just welcomes him, so soft and gushy, as it tightly embraces every inch.

Nanami and Future Mrs. Nanami!Reader who are lost to the throes of pleasure that first passionate night in the cabin. Your legs end up on his shoulders as his thrusting only gets faster and harder in sexy rhythm before he cums inside you, only to sweetly interrupt your fleeting high with the unexpected but delicious warmth of his tongue as he shamelessly laps his love out of you, before a finger or two is added, before he's hard again, and you're onto round 2 already.

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Timeskip to Kento Nanami who's 58 years old. His belly is softer and hangs over his pants thanks to you, his darling plump wife, who knows how to feed him and his bulking to adjust for the harsh conditions over time.

Nanami, whose golden locks are now overwhelmed by streaks of grey with chest, arm, leg hair, and a happy trail to match. Whose crows feet are more pronounced with laugh lines he's added along with his scars as memories he's made with you. Who's taken the liberty of growing his beard out ever since you complimented it.

Nanami, with a pair of thick thighs and a juicy bum that pillows when he sits in his chair by the fire after giving you a kiss, the fleeting cold on his lips, cheeks still rosy, and the faint gleam of sweat on his brow from working in the snow.

Nanami, who has always been that sweet soul you fell in love with and decides one year to leave the wooden creations he made in his shop for your future children you never had as surprises for the local kids in the village as a random act of goodwill.

Nanami, who realizes his small gesture is now the talk of the town and the kids can't wait for the mysterious "Santa Claus" to visit if they're lucky again.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who loads up a bag on his sled pulled by a small team of reindeer, visiting home after home to ensure no kids are left behind, a twinkle in his eye as he rides away into the night and imagines the adorable smiles that will break out that morning.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who now has a large workshop of loyal elves after they happened upon your humble abode in search of work one day.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's the best boss around and offers free meals, a place to live, PTO, paid vacations, a pension, retirement, and 3 years worth of parental leave to his elves in exchange for their labor.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who upgraded to 9 reindeer who are the best kept reindeer on planet earth, spoiled with endless carrots and pets and cuddles to pull his sleigh every Christmas.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who loves Christmas and all the cookies and milk the kids leave out for him but not quite as much as growing old with you, Mrs. Claus.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's on the cusp of 60 and still fucks like he's in his twenties when he's alone with his you, his lovely wife.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's more pent up than ever before but you wouldn't know it until Christmas Day when he lumbers into your shared bedroom after a busy night of delivering presents.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who doesn't need mistletoe to fuck your brains out. The workshop is empty, every one is home celebrating the holiday that was a year in the making while he's slowly peeling those frilly pajamas off your body and discarding them on the polished wooden floor.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's eating his favorite cookie of all, the one between your thighs that seems to mold to his tongue like you were made just for him by now.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who drinks his fair share of homemade ale but has never been drunker than right now when he's going down on you.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who has a knack for licking his plate clean(hence his dadbod) which has only served him extremely well when it comes to licking up both sides, underneath and all around your perky clit in slobbery trails that leave you a shaky mess.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who is happy to take his time. The gift of aging has left you both with a delay in getting ready, but it's considered a win since you both could spend all day with your heads in each other's crotches like it was all you were meant to do.

Santa Claus!Nanami who whispers in your neck while he fingers you,

"So good for me, darling. Always so warm and wet for me. I'm such a lucky man..."

"Did you think of me while I was gone, sweetheart? Bet you did, oh I can tell, darling. So naughty underneath that innocent smile...and just for me..."

"Kento..." You rasp as his lips snake around your nipple as he angles his thick fingers that are soaked by now in search for all those spots that make you cry to the stars, the soft wisps of his beard scratching the wrinkly skin of your inner thighs, and the aching bud of your clit. "Gonna cum too f-fast..."

"Isn't that the point, darling?" He groans. "You know I love it when you soak my beard. Don't be shy, now, love..."

And when you do his eyes are closed and he's humming like he tasted dessert for the very first time, nectar stained beard he wears with pride and it's no surprise he's already going back for seconds.

Santa Claus!Nanami and Mrs. Claus!Reader, who've been at it for nearly two hours now, surpassing the record you two set last Christmas.

Santa Claus!Nanami, who's already cummed inside you twice, but hasn't quite had enough of you yet. Your mouth is dribbling up and down his shaft with mindless strokes of your head and eyes rolled back. You're relishing the salty taste, saliva mixed with the milky white thinly dripping around the base, letting the absent-minded little thin spurt of cum for his nth orgasm trickle down your throat while his tongue lazily squelched in and out of the unrecognizable gob of juices that built around your wet entrance from endless orgasms he drew out of you already, groaning when you manage to squirt another warm trickle right into his waiting mouth.

Santa Claus!Nanami and Mrs. Claus!Reader, now cuddled up in one another in the large porcelain tub with the jacuzzi jets, faint smell of pinecone candles lit on the countertop and bubbles all around you easing their way into your aching joints.

"Merry Christmas," he whispers to you.

Santa Claus!Nanami, whom with forever only gets sweeter as the blissful passage of time with him by your side makes it feel like Christmas every single day.

@actuallysaiyan

[captainsophiestark]

Don't Mess With Demeter

Luke Castellan x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2024!

Fandom: Percy Jackson

Day One Prompt: "That was good work."

Summary: Travis and Connor Stoll like to cause problems. Fortunately, having Luke Castellan for a boyfriend can help take the sting out of dealing with those problems.

Word Count: 1,802

Category: Fluff, Humor

A/N: Happy spooky season everyone!

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

"I AM GOING TO KILL YOU TWO!"

My eyes snapped open at the screeching sound coming from just outside my cabin. I rolled out of bed quickly, hustling to the front door in my pajamas, to find Katie Gardner absolutley fuming in the front doorway. Her fists were clenched as she started at someone beyond the cabin door, the early morning light giving her silhouette a rosy glow.

I hadn't had a chance to look at the clock, but clearly it was much too early on a Saturday for me to be dealing with this. Unfortunately for me, as the head counselor for the Demeter cabin, I didn't actually have a choice.

I followed Katie as she stormed outside, in hot pursuit of whoever had gotten on her bad side. As she stepped further into the light, I realized she was absolutley dripping wet, and the most likely series of events clicked into my head at the exact same time I heard the Stolls cackle.

Damned Hermes kids. I knew better than to expect them to ever stop pranking us completely, especially since Travis seemed to use it as a way to flirt with Katie, but did they have to do it so early in the morning?

By the time I cleared the Demeter cabin's front steps, Katie had already chased the Stolls halfway across the lawn full of cabins, shouting and hurling seed packets at them as she went. With a little Demeter magic, she made the packets explode as soon as they got close enough to the Stolls. For the sake of every single camper still asleep, I needed to put a stop to this sooner than later.

I snatched up my own handful of seeds that had been sitting outside the cabin, then took off after Katie, Connor, and Travis. The Stolls kept cutting back and forth across the grass, Katie always a few steps behind them, which made it much easier for me to catch up to the trio by skipping the zig zags. Connor made it almost to the treeline of the forest before apparently remembering he might not want to take a fight with a Demeter kid into the woods, so he came to a screeching halt. Travis, who'd had his head turned to grin at Katie, ran right into his back. The two went toppling to the ground, and when I finally reached them, Katie had her arm pulled back to annihilate the brothers with whatever she managed to grow out of all the seeds she'd grabbed.

"Nope!" I cried, using one hand to stop Katie from following through on her throw while I scattered my own seeds with the other. A little concentration and a wave of my hand later, some flowers had sprouted and wrapped lightly around the Stolls' legs, keeping them in place at least for the moment. I turned my attention fully to Katie again.

She scolwed me, her half-dry hair and near-growling tone giving her quite a wild look.

"What are you doing? I had them!"

"Katie, as much as I get where you're coming from, I can't let you make the Stolls into living tress."

"Why not? They deserve it! It'd finally stop them from showing up at our cabin at five in the morning on a Saturday just to mess with us!" I grimaced. I knew it was early, but 5am... oof. "See! You know I'm right."

I sighed. "While my regular camper heart might agree with you, since my alarm was you screaming thanks to their prank... my senior counselor brain is reminding me we don't get to kill the other campers, even when they might deserve it. Sorry, Katie."

"So what, they just get away with it? Like nothing ever happened?"

"No, definitley not." I turned to the Stolls again, hands on my hips. They'd both managed to get about halfway out of my flower trap, but they froze on the spot when they noticed my attention on them. "What do you think, boys? You drove a daughter of Demeter to a murderous rage. I think that's gonna take quite a bit to make up for it."

They both sighed, relaxing back against the ground as they shared a look. They communicated silently for a few moments, Travis opening his mouth to say something before Connor held up a hand. Finally, Connor turned back to me.

"We'll take her stable cleaning chores for the week," he said. Katie and I scoffed in sync.

"Nice try, Connor. How about this? Both of you take all of Katie's chore spots for the next week, and I'll schedule you a few extra rotations in the stables, since you seemed so willing to take over there. And if you wake me up this early in the morning by going after one of my siblings again, I might just roll over and go back to sleep while Katie takes care of the problem for me."

Travis huffed, flopping onto his back on the ground, and Connor narrowed his eyes at me.

"That seems a little harsh."

"Oh, by all means. Let me wake you up at five tomorrow with screaming and a run and see how you feel about it."

"Fine. Message recieved," he huffed, rolling his eyes. I waved my hand to free them both from the flower trap and they stood. They made it all the way to the door of the Hermes cabin, Travis shooting a wink at Katie as he went, before Connor paused and turned back to me. "We'll make sure to schedule our pranks in the late morning from now on."

The grin those two gave me before ducking through the door was mischief incranate, but I just sighed. Now that the crisis had been dealt with, all I wanted was to go back to sleep.

"I'm going to kill them," Katie huffed from beside me. I turned to her with a lopsided smile.

"Even Travis?"

"Of course Travis! Why would you even ask me that?" I raised an eyebrow at her, and despite her scowl, she blushed furiously. "Oh, shut up! A traitor in my own house..."

She shook her head, grumbling as she headed back to our cabin without looking back at me. I just grinned as I watched her go. As much as she liked to complain about the Stolls, I'd seen her shoulder to shoulder having the time of her life with them too many times to believe she really hated them. Travis especially.

The sound of a door opening and closing drew my attention away from Katie and back to the Hermes cabin. I got ready to hurl another handful of seeds if the Stolls had decided to pick possibly the worst time ever to show their faces again, but instead, I got a much nicer surprise. Luke, my boyfriend and the head counselor of the Hermes cabin, wandered out in a camp t-shirt and his pajama pants, his hair a delightfully ruffled mess.

"Hey," he called as he walked towards me. "Any idea why the Stolls just came running into my cabin muttering and plotting?"

"Is that not just the base state of Hermes kids?"

"Very funny," he huffed, and I grinned.

"They dumped a bucket of water on Katie's head this morning. I woke up to her screaming bloody vengance, and just managed to catch them before she got her revenge. In the interest of keeping the peace, I gave them all her chore spots in exchange for Katie not attacking them. Then I made sure they knew I wasn't going to get up to save them next time if something happened before nine am."

Luke laughed, pulling me in close for a hug as he finally reached me. I let him, leaning into his chest and sighing in the now-peaceful morning.

"You know they're just going to wait until about five minutes after nine now, right?"

"Yeah."

"As long as you're prepared. Still. That was good work." He pulled back with a smile, then leaned in as if to kiss me. I leaned back, putting a hand on his chest to stop him, and he frowned.

"Kisses are for boyfriends who don't abandon me to deal with his problem-children on my own. At five in the morning."

Luke huffed a laugh before pulling me back into his chest. I let him, although I put up a little resistance just to make my point.

"Hm. I don't suppose there's anything I can do to make it up to you? Get back in your good graces?"

"I don't know, Castellan. Connor and Travis made me run at five in the morning."

"Oh, it's Castellan now, is it?"

"Mhm."

"Alright. What if... I put together an extra-special date for us tonight? Something romantic, relaxing, and maybe even a little magical. Would that get me back in your good graces?"

I hummed pretending to think about it. Luke kissed the top of my head, then pulled back again enough to look me in the eye. He raised an eyebrow.

"Well?"

"I guess that might work. Depending on just how relaxing and romantic said date is."

"Oh, I can promise you right now, it'll be the most romantic and the most relaxing. And even better, I'll make sure nobody can interrupt us with camp problems, pranks, or anything else for the rest of the night."

"You really think you can make that happen?" I asked, letting the skepticism creep into my voice. By virtue of being two of the oldest campers who'd also been here close to the longest, we got roped into everything. Luke just grinned back at me, a little bit of his family resemblance to the Stolls creeping through via the glint in his eyes.

"I really think I can."

I grinned, dropping the huffy act and leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

"Well, good. Because after this morning, I need a night like that with my favorite person."

"So I take it I'm at least mostly off the hook?"

"Mostly. All the way if and when we get our peaceful night tonight."

"Can't wait."

We shared a smile, then Luke leaned in to kiss me, and this time I let him. Despite the early hour, the moment alone with the camp so quiet as the sun rose over Long Island Sound was actually pretty nice. After a moment, though, I pulled back, and Luke and I shared a sigh.

"You wanna head to breakfast while we can still get away with sitting at the same table? Before the rest of the campers show up?"

"Always," he said, smiling again and taking my hand in his. The two of us headed off to the dining pavilion together, taking the rare opportunity to enjoy a peaceful morning together. Would I have preferred to still be asleep right now? Sure. But if I couldn't get that, then a nice, quiet morning with Luke wasn't a bad second option.

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Riordanverse: @valkyriepirate

[writingdisposal]

I know Alastor is aroace, but the thought of him being yandere is intriguing to me.

Alastor would love a good chase, where he is able to play the role of predator searching for his darling in the woods. I think that, assuming darling is just an ordinary sinner, they wouldn't be on Alastor's leash, as is Husk for example. It wouldn't feel the same because they are, in a way, obligated to follow him. No, it is much more fun to chase them, let them go and repeat. The darling never knows if they are truly safe and that is what Alastor likes. He instills a deep fear which allows for the most fun reactions to occur.

Even if he gets bored of the little cat and mouse spiel, he could still force their hand into signing their soul away to him. I mean, who in their right mind would defy the almighty Radio Demon?

In the case of being on Alastor's leash, he would just love giving you all sorts of silly tasks. That is to say, tasks which are impossible to accomplish.

"Dear, I fear Rosie forgot her coat here. Be sweet and go give it to her," Alastor says, not bothering to glance your way. "But how am I supposed to give it to her before I get eaten by the cannibals in her district?" Your voice meekly asks. Alastor turns only his head to you, grinning menacingly, "Well, might I suggest pleading for your life, dearest?" He cackles in laughter at the thought.

He would also force darling to be his servant, as in take off his coat when he enters his room to sleep, prepare his food, polish his shoes and so on and so forth. If his darling refuses to do as he says or even worse tries to fight him, regardless of soul ownership, Alastor will find an exquisite punishment to teach them a lesson.

"Have you forgotten who I am," he whispers through static noises, slowly making his way to, "Darling?"

I don't think he would make the punishments sexual. The only possibility I see is maybe stripping darling bare and leaving them on the streets for the night. That way they will learn how good they have it with Alastor. He would never dare to defile someone.

He is monstrous, but not a monster dear and soon you'll learn that, once you encounter a real monster.

A more frequent punishment would be letting them roam free and randomly chase them. Also, when I say "chase", I mean slowly chase them. He won't just pounce. No, no, no, where is the fun in that? Alastor would make twigs break, scratch walls and splinter glass before even revealing his shadow. Inducing fear into his darling is his favourite part of the whole punishment.

With all this said he would find a weak and quiet darling the most fun. Their helplessness is far too delightful. I can see him also liking a feisty darling because he could destroy that feistiness bit by bit. It allows him to be as sadistic and cruel as he pleases.

[slimeylee]

📻 🌹|| she's bound to pass the test , as princess of hell ! like her daddy , she is madly power-fell ! ♪ /lyr

♡ switch ! alastor ( he / it ) switch ! rosie ( she / it )

[ this is a SFW tickle fic . NSFW DNI / DNF ]

-- warnings >> mouth tickles

..... 861 words , 5,637 characters

I'm a Cannibal , It's What I do

Alastor and Rosie sat besides each other , sipping tea and laughing . Rosie had been talking about a situation that she ran into earlier that day . " You should've seen her face , Alastor . I mean , it was hilarious ! " Rosie took a sip of its tea .

" Ohh , you and your humour ! " Alastor elbowed Rosie playfully in the ribs , earning a small squeak . Alastor glared at her , his smile growing wide . She could tell it was a genuine , mischievous smirk and that he was up to no good . " Alastor , don't you dare . I see that look in your eyes ! " Rosie exclaimed, backing away .

" Ohohoho , but I do believe I must examine why you made such a sound , my dear ! You're not hurt , are you ? Pehaps I should check ... " Alastor crawled toward Rosie , a nervous smirk on her face as she scooted away . " Now now , Alastor , there's really no need . I'm fINE !- " Rosie yelped as Alastor tackled her down . It sat on her waist , smirking evilly down at her .

" Now , Rosie , don't worry ! I'll be very careful , " Alastor teased , knowing that Rosie reacted a lot more to gentle tickles over rough tickles . It began counting Rosie's ribs , gently sliding along them . " One ... " Rosie immediately started giggling softly , swatting at Alastor's hands . " Two ... three .. Rosiee ~ I can't make sure you have all your ribs while you're smacking my hands , dear ! Oh , now where was I ? " Alastor teased , ' forgetting ' what number he was at .

" Alahastor , don't play redihiculous , yohou were at three - " Rosie's laughed softly , it's cheeks turned pink . " Oh , but how could I be so sure ? I think it's only safe for me to restart ... don't want to miss any now ! Let's see ... one .. two .. " Alastor's fingers trailed down Rosie's ribs . " YoHOhou're soho mean , Ahahalastor ! " Rosie squawked at the sensations , chuckling brightly . " Your laughter is music to my ears , darling ! Three ... four .. five , " Alastor continued , placing teases in between his counting .

After Alastor finished counting one side , he scribbled in between Rosie's bottom ribs . Rosie squealed , laughing as she gently bucked her hips . Alastor then began counting Rosie's other set of ribs . It couldn't help but gently squirm beneath Alastor , giggling and sucking in it's stomach . " You're doing so good , Rosie ... almost doone ! 17 , 18 , 19 .. " Alastor's finger continued to trail down Rosie's ribs . " 22 ... 23 ... and 24 . Wonderful ! You still have all of your ribs , sweetheart . But I do need to make sure they aren't broken . " Alastor said , bringing his head down .

" Oh , Alastor , don't you dare ! NononoNOHOHO ! " Rosie cackled out , throwing its head back . Alastor had begun nibbling Rosie's ribs . " Does this hurt , dear ? " Alastor asked , his smile growing wider . " NOHAHA! Ahahal! Ihit dohoesn't huhurt ! Ihi'm fine ! " Rosie bucked her hips , squirming . " How marvelous , dear . But oh , I am rather hungry at the moment ... " Alastor grinned , leaning down and nibbling all along Rosie's ribs .

" AHAHAlastor ! Noho nihihihibbling ! Ahahaha ! " Rosie whined , squirming desperately beneath Alastor . " I'm a cannibal , dear , it's what I do ! " Alastor exclaimed . Through her laughter , Rosie scoffed . " Wehehehell , you wanna know somethihin' ahabout me ? I'm a cahahannibal too ! " It immediately started to fight back .

The two laughed as their playful fighting went , before Rosie got the high ground after a bit of struggling . " You're not going to get away with that without a bit of revenge ! " Rosie smirked , before she leaned down and immediately nibbled Alastor's ribs . The deer threw his head back with a cackle . " AHAHA ! Rohohosie , nahaha ! " He chuckled , arching its back gently as Rosie nibbled over each of its ribs .

" What's the matter , sweetheart ? Can't take what'cha dish out ? " Rosie smirked , scribbling her nails in between Alastor's ribs as he laughed freely . " Nohohoho ! Rohohosie , plehease ! " Alastor pleaded , his grin wide on his face . Rosie shook her head . " Oh , Alastor , such a sensitive thing you are ! I just love ya laughter and your big grin . " Rosie complimented , a big smile on her own face as Alastor's cheeks began to tint a gentle pink .

Rosie leaned her head back down and nibbled Alastor's ribs . It let out a deep squeal , squirming beneath Rosie as it cackled . " Ahaha ! Rohohosie ! " He snorted . " Hey , I'm a cannibal , it's what I do ! " Rosie repeated Alastor's words , smirking as she unbuttoned his coat . Alastor glared down , its eyes widened . " I know what you're doing !- Rosie , no ! I don't - AHAHAHA ! " Alastor cackled , throwing his head back . Rosie had lifted up Alastor's dress shirt underneath his coat , blowing a raspberry directly over his ribs . " ROHOHOsie ! I gihive ! Stohohop PLEHehease , dear ! " Alastor giggled , squirming beneath Rosie .

It lifted its head from his ribs , smirking . She crawled off of him , letting him catch his breath . " That was rather fun . I enjoy spending time with ya , Alastor . " Rosie smiled , sitting to the side of it . Alastor sat up , " Ah , me too , dear . I truly wish we'd see each other more often . " He smiled softly , looking over at Rosie .

" Well , if ya ever pass through this place again , we must catch up on some more chatting . And rib eating ! " The two cannibals laughed , before standing up .

" I'll see ya later , Al . Thanks for stopping by ! " Rosie exclaimed , kissing Alastor on both cheeks . She gave him a hug , before walking him out the door .

[jellyf-yve]

Prohibite no longer.

(Alastor & Rosie)

Summary: Not only he teases, not only he constantly smiles, not only he hates technology, not only he loves his mother. Oh no, he has much bigger reactions, when he's in the specific mood... A/N: first Hazbin Hotel fic!! Don't hate, just correct in case<3 Enjoy!

"My, God must've had a ton of fun in making you so sensitive, darling..."

Gosh, how much he was feeling stupid. The Radio Demon himself, Alastor, one of the most powerful and dangerous beings in hell...now reduced to a fit of giggles and, surprising his friend as well, with a good layer blush on his cheeks.

"D-Don't say thahahat...it's even more e-embarassing..."

"Oh! Embarassing...why dear, you look like you're enjoying yourself quite a bit, no?"

Well, in a way or another, deep inside, he was.

"Rohohosie..."

"There you go! It's always music to my ears to hear you giggle!"

The deer demon scrunched up his nose and his usual grin extended to his, well...where human ears would be. Rosie beamed, keeping her playful assault. Her nails skittered along his ribs, up and down his sides, eventually reaching his upper ribs close to his armpits. And that was the absolute worst for him, but being honest-

"Just remember you asked for it, dear..."

Exactly. Alastor had been in a mood for way too long, and of course the way he had decided to write down his own destiny was by taking off his coat and sitting on the sofa beside Rosie with the arm on the headrest, leaving his torso unprotected.

"I- gah! I knohohow..."

"Oh? Would it tickle you more if I were to pinch here? Or give it a small squeeze there? Ah, who am I kidding...of course it does!"

Alastor's body gently squirmed side to side. Rosie's touch being so delicate, her tickling feeling so soft and slow, not to mention the teasing...if that would've driven someone up the wall, he was already at the ceiling this time.

It was actually pretty frequent for them to have this kind of activity. Basically Alastor being bratty enough to doom himself for the following minutes...or hours, sometimes. Soon finding himself on his back, laying horizontally on the sofa, his torso staying right in Rosie's lap where she could easily reach, where her fingers and nails could go down town on his most sensitive spots.

But obviously, just with Rosie.

And when her fingers found a small opening through his shirt, where they reached his skin, he was done for.

"Gh-! R-Rohohosie! You- hahaha! You know i-it's so bahahahad here!"

Rosie knew he wasn't the type who giggled often, but that cackle he just let out was enough to statisfy and encourage her even more.

"Oh, I do know, Alastor, and I-" she stopped mid-sentence as she noticed his little deer tail wagging happily, as well as his legs kicking a bit, and she smiled even more, softly yet teasingly.

"And I don't plan on leaving your tummy untouched, especially after noticing the cutest details about your reactions..."

Alastor mentally cursed himself and his deer-like behavior that showed up whenever he had his stomach tickled. But well...if that was making Rosie happy, in a way...maybe asking for it hadn't been that much of a bad idea.

"I really don't see the point of prohibiting the others to tickle you silly, dear...you're basically hiding such endearing reactions to your beloved ones..."

She let a giggle escape, which went completely unheard since she had moved her fingers to the side of his stomach, making his laughter raise even more.

"Y-You knohohow how to be geheheHEHEntle!..."

Rosie blinked twice, that soft smile still stuck on her lips.

"Gentle? From my point of view, it doesn't seem like this is gentle at all...or could it be that you're too sensitive and ticklish around your little tummy?"

Bingo. Alastor threw his head back on the sofa, bright laughter coming from him, his knees bending in an attempt to curl up as Rosie's fingers sped up the tickly torment.

"Come now Alastor, dear..."

"M-Mahahaybe!"

"Maybe what, mhh?"

"M-Maybe I AHAHAHAM!"

Now these were cackles: Rosie knew he was close to his breaking point.

"Maybe you're what? I don't remember...would you be so kind to refresh my memory?"

And here Alastor thought she was so gentle...but the exact moment he formed his answer, Rosie's fingernails found the back of his ribs on his left side, and a radio static-like screech came from him.

"Oh stars! So this is the spot indeed?"

The deer overlord started squirming around more, desperately trying to curl up, but soon giving up in doing so as he noticed it was only encouraging the cannibal overlord to dig deeper in the ticklish spot.

His hands went up to cover his flushed face, eventually muffling his cackles and squeals, which led Rosie to sneak a finger under his armpit for a quick scribble, making the smiling laughing demon suddenly arch his body to the side, squealing again, lowering his arm.

"Uh-uh, don't hide that smile! By the way, you're always smiling...what's the sudden need of hiding it? Hmm? Could it be I'm tickle, tickle, tickling you a bit too much?"

"Y-YES! Y-Yes it's- AHAHAH! St-stohohop!"

Rosie held in the urge to just chuckle upon hearing all that radio static in his voice, between his laughter, almost close to wheezing, his head was now shaking and his ears were adorably folded back flat in his hair.

"Alright, dear..I feel like your little itch has been scratched enough, am I right?"

Her tickling came to and end, slowly so that he could catch his breath back better, her hand resting on his stomach now.

Alastor nodded his head, quickly recovering, his usual smile now back on his face, though it certainly looked more happy now.

"Consider yourself quite lucky, darling..." he said, regaining his composure back and sitting up on the sofa, at her side "you're the only one allowed to do this, so far, as I told you the other times as well"

Rosie softened her expression, though a question couldn't help but come to her mind.

"But why might that be, I wonder?"

Alastor fixed his monocle, sighing a little.

"Others tend to...let's say, overboard" he confessed.

Rosie frowned a bit. Well, being honest, she could understand. Some people he stayed with at the hotel could get a bit...energetic, sometimes. Especially a certain spider, or a princess. But her frown got quickly replaced by a relaxed expression, as a silly tease popped into her head.

"Well..." she said "you could always stabilish boundaries"

Alastor thought for a moment. He could, for when he'll be feeling in a mood again.

"Doesn't sound too bad, honestly..."

"So that means you actually enjoyed our little playful time earlier?" Rosie giggled, hearing his breath get disturbed by radio static once again.

He shook his head slowly, chuckling at her phrase.

"Well, you got me there. Quite a good one, darling"

Maybe, he was really going to give up his thing of prohibiting the others to tickle him in the future. Maybe...asking for it really hadn't been a bad idea at all.

[amusingmusie]

After seeing the non-canon demon interactions of Nel and Al in your god blessed writing. I can only imagine the mischief Nel would get up to after realising she can use Lucifer to her advance to get back at Al.

The chaos, I can see it now.

THIS IS FOR FUN ONLY AND NOT CANON TO YOURS TRULY

An Apple a Day

Lucifer motherfucking Morningstar is in the hotel. Nel is fighting not to stress smoke or shit her suit pants.

She cannot fuck up in front of this guy. Not fucking up is decently easy. She’s made plenty of mistakes- some of which landed her here in this inferno of eternal torment- but she’s also made plenty of sound choices, like huddling away in a corner of the lobby as she watches Lucifer occupy himself with rambling about the intricacies of crafting rubber ducks to his daughter and her girlfriend.

Because peace is never an option, a chill washes over her and static tingles dance on her skin- it's the only warning she receives of the incoming suffering.

Alastor materializes at her side with a crackling hum, one elbow propped up to rest on her head while the other grips his microphone. Nel doesn’t even flinch.

“Hello, my Negative Nelly! What are you doing skulking around this cobwebbed corner? You’re missing out on all of today’s grand fun!”

“The fun of you ribbing the big cheese of Hell, you mean,” she snaps, sticking out a finger to jab him in his ribs. “Cut that shit out. You’re playing with hellfire.”

Alastor drops into the floor before reforming on her opposite side, his other elbow weighing down on her skull.

“Jealous? Don’t be! My disdain for him could never compare to the special contempt we share.”

“That’s disgusting.”

“I speak from the heart.”

“You don’t have one.”

“Oh, my sweet, you wound me!”

His dramatics grate on the single nerve of Nel’s that his hoofed feet haven’t trampled already. At this rate, he threatens to draw attention to them, and by proxy her, and she is not going to have Lucifer associate her with the jackass like everyone else in this ratty hotel already does.

She’s going nuclear.

“Allie,” she coos, placing her hand over his upon his staff, “I heard all that mess earlier with you and Charlie. If you wanted to have a daughter so badly, all you ever had to do was ask me.” 

There’s a harsh, sharp pitch in radio waves while Alastor’s gray face twists into one of pure, utter, absolute mortification. The beanpole sinks down into his shadow on the musty carpet and darts away, becoming nothing more than a black mass fleeing to his radio tower.

Ah, she’s still got it. 

A very pleased snicker catches her attention, and she snaps her head to the side, coming face to face with the devil she’d been trying to avoid all day. Mortified, she stammers over herself, staring up at Lucifer who’s beaming so widely that his red cheeks are pressing upwards into his eyeballs.

“Oh Jesus Christ- shit, no, not him- Your Majesty, I am so sorry you had to see that. Look-”

He holds out one hand to silence her. Nel brushes aside the indignation of being told what to do by a man and falls silent. 

Then, he bends over and giggles.

“Are you kidding?” Lucifer wipes away a few tears threatening to fall down his rosy cheeks as he keels over cackling. “Oh, oh, oh! Woo! You! Ah, sweet Eden, that was incredible, phenomenal, fantastic! Way to stick it to that tacky piece of crap! Keep up the good work, uh-?”

“Penelope, sir. Or, uh, Nel. Nelly.”

“Keep up the good work, Nancy!” he chirps with a wink, clapping a hand onto her shoulder.

She blanches. “It’s Nelly.”

“That’s what I said! That’s what I said, right? What did I say?” 

Awkward tension settles between them. One of her yellow eyes twitches.

After the brief pause, a mischievous grin slithers onto the king’s bone white face. “Well, Mel, if you ever find yourself in need of some assistance with that halitosis-ridden bellhop, don’t be a stranger!”

“...You don’t say?”

“Mhm! Now..." he leans in close to her, deathly serious, and Nel begins to fear that she's done something terribly wrong. "How do you feel about rubber ducks?”

Oh. Huh.

Maybe she does have an ally here after all.

[physics-of-one-piece]

Ok that cd doffy and rosi gave me such a jumpscare. Also in all honesty sometimes i be thinking about doffy just deadass not knowing that women(folks with them parts) can even cum. Like rosi totally does,so much so that if his room is anywhere near doffys doffy aint getting sleep. Them nightmares aint what wake him its whoever rosi is tearing up at booty in the morning. Doffy assumes rosi is finally like killing someone or something until doffy comes across reader. Reader whos either the one that he finally has interest in legitimately or his favorite sex worker or maid or whatever the hell who just snaps cause they cant take it anymore something along the lines of "you wanna rule everything,find the one piece but you cant find my clit if it was on the side of your face". Reader either forcibly teaches doffy(cause i think it would be funnier that way). Or doffy gets curious by wondering the hell are they on 🐦‍⬛

🐦‍⬛anon

I'm fckn cackling. Love this ask. Sorry for giving you a jumpscare I just got CD Doffy on my mind I fear 😔🤣

I have to defend Canon Doffy here, though, because trust me, he would not have women getting all over him on that couch in that chapter if he didn't know how to make them cum & where the clit is. Yeah, they're probably also paid to be there, but they would not be WILLINGLY over him if he didn't know how to work a woman's clit. He literally holds his tongue out very often that is literally a show of... Well, you know. Oda very purposefully drew him and designed him and dressed him to say a lot about his character - you know what the message is? "This character is popular among the ladies and it isn't for his fashion sense or personality." Aka "this flamboyant char is a horny mfr who has sex a lot and makes the ladies happy"

Canon Doffy KNOWS where the clit is. Canon Doffy KNOWS. He is a horny, cunty, very sexual guy. He KNOWS.

That "you can find the one piece but can't find my clit" is so fckn savage I should not be laughing but I am 🤣🤣

Omg, but the Doffy being woken by Rosi comment I am HOWLING.

He would totally like sneak his head in through Rosi's door and be like "how the fuck are you making her moan so much, I wanna KNOW" and then he just strolls into the room and demands to be taught.

Reader forcibly teaching Doffy, sign me the fuck up, I want a one shot. 🤣🤣

Anyway, Canon Doffy totally knows where the clit is, I'm sorry, anon, there is like NO WAY Canon Doffy DOESN'T KNOW. Why do you think he holds out his tongue? It's his mating invitation ritual, saying "I will use this tongue on your clit, babe, come find me in Dressrosa 😉😘😜"

Celestial Doffy, though... Gods help him. And by Gods, I genuinely mean GODS. Because.... He has no active reason to seek out the clit.

Celestial Doffy. Knows. Absolutely. Nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. He fckn shoves his dick in the closest female slave, thrusts and gets his happy minutes (or hours if he wants to torture the poor girl, you can't tell me he doesn't do some sort of denial kink just to see the slaves squirm I feel so sorry for those women, run girl, run) and then goes on his merry way. What I fear the most is his fckn STAMINA (I mean, we did all watch the same fight this guy is a TANK). This guy can fuck for a while, and in multiple rounds.

What I am currently thinking is just how immature should CD Doflamingo be? It depends whether he goes back to the Downs and then reclaims his status, or whether his family stays in Mariejois.

Bcs those are very different CD Doffys. One got a wake-up call.

The Mariejois born and raised did not. And somehow - SOMEHOW - that fckn terrifies me bcs he has everything to lose.

He probably would hate being like his fat peers so we know he'd train and be in shape and probably still start the underground business. And he would PROBABLY get his Devil Fruit cus he hears about them and is like "okay, I'm getting one 😃" and is then trained by Tsuru for YEARS while Rosi does a "I want to help people" and still goes to join the Marines.

The "terrifying and cruel" Mariejois born and raised CD! Doffy is fighting against the "immature spoiled asshole throwing temper tantrums but also somehow so very pathetic and needy and clingy once he experiences Reader cumming around his cock and it's like a whole new world opened up for him" Mariejois born and raised CD! Doffy.

Reader is doing a lot of mental gymnastics to survive CD! Doffy except in that Rosi's Wife!Reader but both brothers being Celestial Dragons fic.

The rest of them? Where Doflamingo picks Reader as his wife? Only one of those fics is wholesome, kinda - and even that one has dark undertones bcs Reader is like submitting from the get-go

I wrote three of these fics yesterday (just as drabbles/unfinished one shots)

I wish I could feel guilty, but I honestly don't.

Thank you for this great ask, 🐦‍⬛anon!

[kingorqueenofnarnia]

Peter wakes up slowly.

His left cheek is pressed to a cool, soft pillow and a comfortable, sleepy warmth surrounds him, and he furrows his eyebrows, trying to figure out why he has woken up so early— the room is still dark— when he finally notices the sound of muffled laughter right next to him.

Unconsciously, his lips quirk up into a soft, fond smile.

"Well then," he rasps lazily, not bothering to open his eyes beyond the thinnest slit, "am I to be made aware of this most amusing thing that has made you laugh, my darling?"

The muffled laughter only gets louder. Peter's smile grows.

He tugs a hand out from underneath him and blindly reaches out, tugging on a lock of dark hair and earning an indignant squawk and a painless swat in return. It is his time to muffle his laughter now— he turns his face into his pillow, shoulders shaking.

The muffled giggling starts up again, and Peter lifts his head from the pillow, lips pulled into an adoring grin.

"Pray tell, darling," he drawls, looking up to see dark eyes that glitter with mirth and a hand clapped over what he knows are plush, rosy pink lips. "What amuses you so?"

Caspian finally removes his hand from his mouth and bursts into loud, breathless laughter. He leans forward to press his forehead to Peter's shoulder, body quivering with the large gulps of air he heaves between cackles.

Peter raises a hand to tuck a lock of Caspian's hair behind his ear, painfully aware of how smitten he looks.

"Gosh, you're too pretty," he breathes, and relishes in the deep red that blooms across Caspian's cheekbones even as he continues to laugh.

"And you—" Caspian barks out a laugh— "you look entirely too undignified, High King Peter."

He breaks off into another round of cackles, and Peter furrows his eyebrows in confusion.

"What?" he asks, pushing up onto his elbows. Caspian lets out a grumble of complaint at being jostled, and Peter presses an apologetic kiss to his temple. "What do you mean? Why are you laughing at me?"

Caspian hides a giggle behind his palm, and call him cliché but Peter falls in love all over again with the sparkle in his eyes.

"Nothing," Caspian says, voice muffled yet obviously filled with glee. "Nothing at all."

Peter sits up entirely and frowns. "Tell me," he demands, and Caspian shakes his head, a wide grin lighting up his face. Peter huffs.

"Caspian."

"Peter," Caspian replies evenly, and Peter huffs again, averting his eyes from his lover's mischievous ones.

Caspian himself is still lying on the bed, dark hair spread out on the white pillow like a halo, blanket pulled up to mid-chest and left arm splayed out to the side. He forewent clothes last night, and Peter trails a slow gaze over the jut of his collarbone and the dip of his throat before moving down and to the side, lips slowly curving up into a smirk.

Caspian takes one look at him and jerks in alarm. "Peter, no—"

He cuts himself off with a loud squeal. Peter laughs as he digs his fingers into Caspian's sides, fluttering over the lines of firm muscle and the jut of his ribs. Caspian writhes and gasps out his name, trying to bat his hands away, but Peter has a goal and he is not going to be stopped; he grabs both of Caspian's wrists in one hand and pins them to the bed above his head, and continues his ticklish assault.

"Tell me," he says in a dramatic gruff voice, which only serves to make Caspian laugh louder. "I demand answers!"

Caspian is too out of breath to reply with anything coherent, so Peter decides to take mercy on him and pulls his fingers away. Caspian heaves, and glares at Peter. He simply smiles angelically, and Caspian huffs.

"You're such an annoying bastard," he grunts, and Peter snickers, pressing him into the mattress and kissing him lightly. "Yes, but I'm your annoying bastard."

Peter's lover notably does not deny that claim, and he glows with delight. "Tell me what was so amusing that you woke me up before dawn."

Caspian lets out a sudden giggle.

"Oh, uh—" he snorts— "your hair looked so very messy and tangled and you were snoring a little and it was adorable. So I was laughing."

Peter stares down at him blankly.

Caspian starts shaking with silent laughter the longer Peter stares, and Peter just sighs before letting his head drop down to Caspian's forehead, a smitten smile curving up his lips.

"You're ridiculous," he mutters fondly, and pressed a gentle kiss to Caspian's cheek.

"And yet you still love me," comes the swift reply, and Peter chuckles. "No," he says, "I love you because you're so ridiculous, not in spite of it."

The beaming smile Caspian gives him might as well be the rising sun, and he lowers himself to claim Caspian's lips in a slow, lingering kiss. The day can wait, he decides: he has a gorgeous lover to please.

[fieldofdaisiies]

Ars Amatoria | ch. XIV

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Elucien AU word count: 2,9k words warnings: none

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A week has passed. A week where Elain has not once left Lucien’s side for longer than twenty minutes. She always watched the medica closely when she tended to Lucien’s wounds, fed him when food was brought to their chamber helped him dress and also helped him wash. 

“And I still remember how Mamma always used to say that I am the troublemaker and then it was Eris who puked right in front of Cardinal Mosca's feet.” 

Elain is bending over, laughing, tears forming in her eyes. “I think, even in Rome, you could smell the alcohol in his breath. Papa was disappointed, but Mamma was scandalised, and so ashamed, she made him clean the whole family home and that for the a whole month.”

Elain cackles loudly, nearly choking on the grape she has just swallowed, always handing one to Lucien as well while eating. At first he has taken them for her fingers with fingers. At some point, this has changed, not taking them with his fingers anymore but with his lips. And with each grape he softly nips on her finger tips, only brushing them, but it does things to Elain’s body. Goose bumps rise on her skin when his tongue pokes out a little, softly flicking against the tip of her index finger, and Lucien swallows the grape. She feels her toes curl on the mattress and something low in her belly tighten — an unknown feeling she is not used to. 

“You look beautiful today, Elain.” Lucien grins. “Well, you always look beautiful, but today, with your hair down and not so tightly pulled back… you truly could be Venus.” 

A delicate flush of color paints Elain's cheeks, covering her complexion with a gentle, rosy glow. And God, does Lucien loves this. And her. His eyes widen a little as awareness fills his entire being and good God, it is true. He is so very much falling for his wife. This wonderful, lovely woman, who has somehow managed to sweep him of his feet with just her…kindness and respect and loyalty. And with just her being her. She is beautiful on the outside, but a masterpiece on the inside. His gaze lingers on her, as every fiber of his body starts to scream for Elain, his heart pounding erratically in his chest, doing one happy flip after the other. 

“Why don’t you go outside a little? You have been in this room with me for a week. You love the garden and nature, please, I am fine. Go outside, if only for ten minutes and enjoy the time outside.” He looks at her almost like he is begging her to follow his suggestions. “Eris will anyway be here in a few minutes to join me on the way to the medicus. I will also quickly check in with Jurian afterwards. You could come there as well?” Lucien suggest and Elain doubts this is a good idea. 

The wound has not fully healed, but Lucien acts like it does not exist anymore. Men…she thinks, but tells him that this is a good idea and they should do this. 

While he goes to the see the healer she will spend a little time in the family garden and then go to Jurian. 

She dons a thin tunic over her sleeveless dress and leaves simultaneously with Eris and Lucien. The latter brushes his hand over her head and smiles before he whispers a goodbye which Elain happily returns. 

Still grinning, she takes the staircase that leads to the library. She has gotten used to the huge house. At least a little bit and she is really starting to like it. A lot actually. Before going to the gardens she wants to pick up a book — a book that might be necessary sooner or later and one she really wants to have a look into. She easily finds it, clasps it tightly in her hands and returns it to their shared bed chamber before finally heading outside. 

Elain wanders through the garden for a while, collecting flowers to make a bouquet. A bouquet she can then place in their shared bedroom. Or the living room. Or the dining room. 

Oh! Maybe she will just make more. 

In silent admiration, Elain regards the pruned trees, with the lush green leaves while she walks down the stone path that leads to the archway. She wants to sit down on the stone bench and make her bouquet there. A light breeze rustles through the grass as Elain leans down and watches how a ladybug crawls from one leave to another. She remembers how her hand touched Lucien’s when she let the ladybug climb onto his hand, and has to smile to herself. That was a lovely moment. 

She continues on, her steps light and joyful, until she lets herself fall onto the bench and releases a long and happy sigh. 

Love is a wonderful feeling! 

Elain is about to pick up another another tulip from where she sits on a stone bench when someone clears their throat. Elain whips her head around, wondering if she imagined the noise. The answer comes soon in form of a tall, slender woman with light blond hair and piercing blue eyes sauntering through the archway that leads to the bench Elain is sitting on. Her icy presence immediately fills the whole garden and in the same moment a dark cloud moves over the sun, dimming it and cooling the air around Elain. 

“You are Elain, am I right?” The woman raises a brow, almost like she is looking down at Elain, her voice tinged with something close to annoyance. 

Elain has not once seen Ianthe until now, but she knows that this is her and that they are finally meeting now. Even though her gut feeling is awful, she still decides to give the woman a chance. At least for introductions. 

“I am Elain, yes. You are Ianthe, right?” Elain answers politely and reaches her hand forward. But Ianthe ignores it, just intently watches her without deigning her the shake of her hand. 

“It is quite cute, I have to admit that, Elain.”

Elain furrows her brows, her lips pouted as she shrinks a little into herself. She lowers her gaze to her bouquet and lifts it up a little, pulling on one flower to keep herself busy. 

“What is…cute?” The word tastes like bile on her tongue, and Elain’s brows furrow even further as a sardonic grin spreads over Ianthe’s face. 

“You naivety, Elain. You really think he likes you, don’t you?”

Elain peeks up from behind the bouquet of flowers. Ianthe strolls towards her, her long beige dress waving around her legs. Elain does not answer, not sure what Ianthe’s mission is.

“Don’t get your hopes up too high, girl.” Uninvited, the woman sits down next to Elain on the stone bench and picks up a flower that has fallen out of her bouquet. She twists the rose between her fingers, ignoring the thorns. “He wants to bed you, that is obvious.”

“He is my husband,” Elain answers, not sure what else to say. She has changed her mind, actually she does not want to give her a chance. 

“Yes, he is. On paper. And now he wants to bed you. For his benefit. That is all he can get from this marriage, you know?”

Elain lowers her hands, placing it and her hands in her lap. “It is not.”

Ianthe grins again, gleefully. “It is not?” She pauses and silently regards Elain. “It is what all men want, don’t they? The most primal needs.” 

Elain shakes her head, knowing Lucien is not like that. He would have taken advantage of it in their wedding night if this is truly his intention and the only thing he wants.

“Lucien is not like that.” 

“Is he not?” Ianthe drawls and cocks her head. She purses her lips a little, her voice tinged with fake-kindness. “Lucien is just like that. Just like his brother who desperately wanted to fuck me in our wedding night.” 

Elain cringes at the vulgar wording, her brows laying in furrows. “Now that he can longer have my body, as I won’t allow it, he is going to seek his pleasure, or maybe just release, somewhere else.” Elain does not want to talk to her anymore. She knows this is not the reason why Eris has a lover. Lucien has told her the reasons, but she can’t tell Ianthe that. She can’t reveal this secret. If Eris does not tell her, it is definitely not Elain’s place to do so.

“And Lucien is no different. He even tried to bed me one day. If I hadn’t stopped him, he would have fucked me like his brother.”

Elain’s heart drops into her lower belly, her blood running cold and the bouquet nearly slips out of her damp hands. “That is a lie!” she exclaims, nearly shouting.

“It is not.” Ianthe grins. She is a snake, Elain thinks and really wants to slap her with her bouquet. But instead she gets up and shakes her head. “You are…you are…” “I am what?” Ianthe cocks a brow in challenge, her lips curving in a gleeful way.

“A canker-blossom!” Elain turns on her heels, fury blazing through her veins as she takes the bouquet and tosses it away, right in front of Ianthe’s feet.

"Oh, and, dear Elain," Ianthe calls after her, "just because he is not fucking you yet, does not mean he does not seek his pleasure elsewhere. He has just as many whores as his brother."

Elain is running, escaping, burning tears threatening to roll out of her eyes. She does not believe a single word the woman said to her. She knows Ianthe hurt her husband, she knows Eris’ reasons for having a lover and she…she is so glad she knows all these things because if not, she would have believed Ianthe. And that thought startles her. How much one person can influence someone with just their words. But Elain won’t let these words sink in, she keeps them locked away behind iron gates in her mind. There they should stay forever and rot. 

Golden rays of the late afternoon sun fall onto the rooftops as Elain steps out into the bustling streets of Florence. And as much as she does not want to think about what Ianthe said, there is still this tiny kernel of unease blooming inside of her — did Lucien truly want to sleep with Ianthe? And was that why she later was so rude to him? 

Of course not! Elain thinks. 

Lucien is not like that. He would not do something like that. He is a good man. 

A symphony of sounds fills Elain’s ears, the clattering of horse hooves on cobblestones, chatter and laughter of merchants and people who buy things at the market. She once again relishes the smell of the freshly baked goods and the wood fire. As she walks through the narrow alleyways leading to Jurian’s art studio the scents blend with those of aromatic herbs as well as she freshly cut flowers. Elain inhales deeply and then slowly exhales, her eyes closing for a moment. 

She can trust Lucien, and she can also trust herself with falling in love with him. She does not have to stop herself. She does not have to hold back. And then another thought comes to her — she hasn’t thought about Graysen in nearly two weeks. And this is good. In hindsight, she has to admit that he wasn't a really good man. Not in the way Lucien Vanserra is a good man. 

Elain gazes at the huge buildings, adorned with sculptures and graceful arches before she takes her last turn to head to Jurian’s studio. Walking here, in the now even narrower alleyways, Elain feels like she is on a quest for a hidden treasure, tucked away in those small streets. It is a little cooler here, and a special kind of stillness and calm lies in the air. The chatter she can hear sounds far away. Many artists are situated here. And not only artists but also a weaver she passes before she stops in front of Jurian’s door. 

Elain knocks without a second of hesitation, wondering if Lucien is already here. She hopes so. She really wants to see him now. Really wants to hear his voice and see his beautiful smile. It all will help her forget Ianthe's awful words.

She knocks again when she gets no answer and soon the soft tenor of Jurian’s voice reaches her ear. “Come in!”

And so she does. Hands curling around the handle, she opens the door. But she stops dead in her tracks at the scene that is revealed to her. 

Lucien is sitting on a chair, Vassa on one of his thighs, her hands on his naked chest, one finger lifting the bandage a little bit, gazing at his wound. Jurian is nowhere in sight.

Elain’s heart races like a wild stallion galloping through an open field. Her breathing stops, but she can’t tear her eyes away. Not even when her lower lips starts quavering. Time seems to stretch, Lucien and Vassa not even having noticed her arrival yet. They only do so when Jurian calls her name. 

“Ah, Elain!” he hollers. “Come on in, come on in. Good to see you!” Lucien whips his to the side, towards her, but he does not look shocked. He does not look like he has just been caught with another female leaning over him and him being half naked. He looks…he looks happy to see her.

“My beautiful wife is finally here,” he says in a voice tinged with admiration. His lips curl, his eyes glow, but Elain is rooted to the ground, her mouth parting a little when the tidal wave of everything Ianthe had said to her washes over her and nearly drowns her. Just because he is not fucking you yet, does not mean he does not seek his pleasure elsewhere. He has just as many whores as his brother.

Elain swallows a burning sob that threatens to build up. She reminds herself that Lucien is good. He would not have a lover. But Vassa is so beautiful. So outgoing, so not like her…And she is sitting on his thigh.

Elain steps from one foot to the other and Lucien immediately knows that something is on her mind, that there are thoughts in her mind that plague her. They have only known each other for a short time, but he can read her so well. Lucien, nudges Vassa, signalling to her that she should stand up and she understands. He knows that this could have created a wrong picture and they definitely have to talk about it. He knows exactly that this is the reason for Elain's unease, and he can't even blame her. One could easily draw wrong conclusion from seeing a random female sit on their husband's lap. 

“How are you, Elain?” Vassa asks in her joyful voice as she steps away from the chair. 

Elain forces a small smile onto her lips. “Good,” she says in a silent voice, and finally closes the door behind her. “I hope I am not disturbing you.” 

“You?!” Finally Jurian appears, half his face covered in paint just like his hands. “How would my Venus ever disturb someone.” He grins from one ear to the other and earns himself a reproachful look from Vassa. Now Elain understands nothing anymore. But she also gets no time to do some more thinking or asking any questions. 

Lucien walks up to her, tips his chin and says, “I think it is a good idea to go home now. I know you just arrived here, but you know, it is better to get back home before the sun sets.” Elain also grasps the words that were not spoke. That he has seen her unease and wants to talk to her. “You already want to leave? I thought we start drinking now.” Vassa pouts and dramatically lets herself fall into chair, Lucien had claimed earlier. 

“Another time, Vassa.” Lucien turns to her, smiles and then salutes to both her and the painter leaning against a large shelf. 

Lucien places his hand on Elain’s lower back, carefully pushing her towards the door. “Sorry, for having you come here and then leaving already, but this is more important.” “What is more important?”

The street is still as empty as before, the sun now nearly having set behind the huge buildings. Lucien stops, he turns Elain to him and takes both her hands into his. He leans in, his lips softly brushing her forehead. 

“You are more important, Elain. And for you to understand that what you have just seen is nothing you should be upset about. Vassa is a friend, and nothing more than a friend to me. But she is a lover to Jurian. I don’t want you to read anything into the situation that hasn’t happened. Because for me, there is only you.” 

He smiles when he leans back, but Elain is quicker. She bounces on her toes. Her lips press against his in the next moment, her nose clashing against his cheek, her eyes closing.  

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[sparkymalone]

Sexy loud

-sleepy anon

I like the way you think, friend.

A gift for anon:

Maybe it was the giddiness of being able to spend time with a friend like a normal teenager, or the realization that their "unrequited feelings" might not be so "unrequited," or maybe it was the delirium of staying up til three in the morning, but somehow this movie night had become a little unhinged.

Hajime had found a stack of DVDs in the supermarket, and had talked Kazuichi into fixing up an old laptop so that he could use it to watch them. He had invited several of his friends to his cottage to watch movies with him, but most of them were busy. Only one person had shown up.

When he had opened the door to see Fuyuhiko standing there, hands in his pockets, cheeks as rosy as ever, Hajime had felt his heart do a little flip. He gladly invited the other boy in, letting him get comfortable in the space Hajime had prepared on the floor. The air between them was slightly awkward, given that the last time they saw each other, Fuyuhiko had kissed him.

And then punched him.

And then promptly ran away.

They hadn't had the chance to talk about it yet, and Hajime didn't expect that they would anytime soon. He didn't want to make their first unofficial movie night uncomfortable, after all. So he acted like nothing had happened, and Fuyuhiko did the same.

It got a little harder to pretend when they realized no one else was coming. The knowledge that it was going to be just them, alone in Hajime's bedroom, all night, was just a tad overwhelming.

Both boys did their best to ignore the awkwardness, though. They threw themselves into the movie they were watching and their discussion about it. They argued about popcorn like nothing else was wrong. They binged a whole trilogy of cheesy action flicks, laughing like nothing weird had ever happened.

Sometime after midnight (1 AM? 2? Hajime had no idea), the night started going off the rails. It started when Fuyuhiko accidentally knocked over what was left of the popcorn and Hajime had dissolved into giggles.

"It's not that fuckin' funny," Fuyuhiko grumbled, but a smile tugged at his lips, too.

"I know, it's not," Hajime agreed breathlessly. "I don't know why I'm laughing."

The yakuza heir couldn't help but start giggling in response. "You sound like an idiot."

Hajime just grinned at him. "Me? Your laugh is fucking adorable!"

Fuyuhiko glared back. "Shut up! No it's not!"

"It totally is," the taller boy argued, moving closer. "Here, I'll prove it." And he promptly started tickling him.

Fuyuhiko SQUEALED. He batted at Hajime's hands, swearing up a storm between the inevitable giggles escaping him. "I'm gonna kill you, you bastard!"

Hajime laughed even harder, not letting up. "You can't kill me, you love me!" he teased, not even thinking about what he was saying until he saw Fuyuhiko's face turn bright red. He stopped tickling him for a second. "Oh, uh..."

The smaller boy seized the opportunity to pin Hajime under him, looking triumphant despite his flushed cheeks. "So what?" he replied, trying to sound casual. "My mom always said, 'being a yakuza means you can even kill the man you love to get your point across!'"

Now it was Hajime's turn to blush. He stared up at Fuyuhiko incredulously. Did he actually just admit...?

Before he could finish the thought, though, he was attacked. Fuyuhiko began tickling him mercilessly. "How do you like it, ya bastard?!" the blonde laughed.

Hajime cackled, struggling under the smaller boy, and soon they were rolling around on the floor, both grappling for dominance. Honestly, Hajime was kind of impressed. What Fuyuhiko lacked in strength he more than made up for in tenacity.

Finally they came to rest with Hajime on top of the other boy, pinning his wrists to the floor and grinning triumphantly at him. Both of them were panting and flushed, and Hajime tried very hard not to think about that in their current position.

"This doesn't mean you won!" Fuyuhiko argued, still squirming underneath the taller boy.

"Yes it does," Hajime laughed. "Admit it, you lost."

"Never!"

Snorting at his friend's stubbornness, Hajime pushed it even further. "Come on, admit I won!" A smirk curled across his face. "Say my name, Fuyuhiko~"

The blonde looked up at him, wide-eyed, before smirking back. "You fuckin' pervert. You that desperate to hear me calling your name?"

Hajime flushed darker, but didn't back down. "You're the pervert, I never said anything like that!" Despite his protests, though, he leaned in closer. "I'm not asking for much. Just say my name." His voice was practically a purr.

Fuyuhiko stared back at him with half-lidded eyes, still breathing heavily. His smirk fell for just a second before coming back even worse. "Fine. Come closer and I'll say it."

Raising an eyebrow, Hajime complied, leaning further down. As he drew closer, Fuyuhiko leaned up, putting his mouth close to Hajime's ear. There was a beat of silence where they both just froze, and then...

"Oh, Hajime~!" Fuyuhiko let out a mock-moan, practically yelling Hajime's name into his ear. The taller boy fell over in surprise and Fuyuhiko burst out laughing. "You dumbass, serves you right!"

Hajime was just staring at him in shock, brain short-circuiting as all of his blood rushed south. Why the hell was a play moan so sexy?!

Fuyuhiko raised himself up on his elbows, furrowing his brow as he looked at Hajime. "You okay? Did I actually fuck up your ear or somethin'?"

Slowly, Hajime shook his head. He sat up, still staring at Fuyuhiko. "...Can you say it again?" he asked quietly, cheeks flushed.

A blush shot up Fuyuhiko's neck. "Wha-?! Say it again?! You really are a pervert!"

Hajime moved closer, crawling over Fuyuhiko, ignoring the way the smaller boy panicked. He brought their faces close together, eyes locked with Fuyuhiko's. "Please?"

After a pause, a very flustered Fuyuhiko managed a slight nod. "Fine, yeah... Um..." He swallowed hard. "...Hajime," he murmured, not putting any sort of inflection on it.

Hajime huffed, not moving away. "Say it like you mean it."

Making a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, Fuyuhiko tore his gaze away from Hajime's face. "Fine! Jesus..." He took a deep breath before letting out another mock-moan, quieter this time. "Hajime~!"

Immediately the brunette pounced on him, crashing their lips together. Fuyuhiko squeaked in surprise, unsure how to react, but Hajime pulled away after just a second. "S-Sorry," he apologized, panting. "Something about the way you say it..."

Fuyuhiko stared at him from where he lay pinned on the ground again. Finally, the yakuza heir grabbed the front of Hajime's shirt, yanking him closer. "Then maybe I'll keep saying it... Hajime~"

Hajime's eyes widened, but he recovered quickly, moving in to kiss the other boy again. This time, Fuyuhiko was ready, kissing back with equal fervor. Hajime lowered himself carefully, resting his weight on the boy beneath him, trying not to feel embarrassed about his obvious excitement poking against Fuyuhiko.

The blonde broke the kiss, smirking up at Hajime. "So I guess you're not mad about me punching you?"

Hajime let out a startled laugh, having completely forgotten about that. "I think I could be convinced to forgive you... If you keep saying my name."

"Hajime~" Fuyuhiko purred without missing a beat. Immediately, Hajime's lips were on his again, kissing him deeply.

The two of them spent the rest of the night in each other's arms, completely forgetting about the movie playing in the background. This was a much better use of their time.

Hajime had never been so happy to hear his own name.

Lol I'm gonna leave it there because I'm at work. But I hope you like it, anon! Feel free to send me more prompts. That was fun!

[mandiemegatron]

I don't know if your still accepting these but I actually ship you with Corazon 🥺 I know you're fucking his brother but I think Corazon would treat you like a real princess and you'd enjoy that

WAAAHAHAHHAHAH THIS FUCKING HAD ME CACKLING 😭😭😭😭😭😂😂😂😂😂😂

I know your fucking his brother- WAAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA

I sure am 👀 but UGH i love you sm you got big brain ideas and I appreciate that abt you.

For real though I could see Doflamingo noticing the lil crush Cora-san has but nothing thinking anything of it - the little looks, the way his hand lingers on my back a little too long, the wide grin he gives when I laugh - He notes it but Cora-San would be stupid to take something that belongs to him 👀

But when Daddy leaves for a week long meeting somehwere and can't take me, you know for a fact Rosi and I end up having a heart to heart and end up smooching 🙈 I can't resist, he's just so fucking handsome and his hands are soft and gentle - so different from Doflamingo. He silences everything and just says my name and that's it, that's all he has to do and we fuckin - actually, no, the man makes love. The man doesn't fuck unless he's in a bad mood. But I can tell you the orgasms are AMAZING and I WILL cry his name over and over until we're both a sobbing mess.

Oh no, I'm in love now.

Daddy is not going to be happy about that. 🤭🤭🤭🤭

[thepiinkpages]

I read this book in a day. Im not proud of myself. Don't be like me. Sometimes I wonder if my husband knows just how many books i read in a day *insert cackle here*

This will be a 2 book review.

This book started out great! I loved the dynamic between the characters and I loved how even though they think their not mates they still save such a feeling to save her from anything that might hurt her. I love it.

My favorite is still Ezryn but Daymon is slowly but surely climbing the ladder. The smut in this is really good too. It doesn't take up the entire plot.

There's finally a part where we see that Kel actually has always cared about Rosalina because if he accepted the mating bond, Rosalina would automatically end up on the door step of Caspian. I suspect that in the future books we finally learn what exactly happened between Caspian and Kel but I suspect that they had some type of relationship but Kel could never commit nor love Caspian because he was waiting for his true mate, hence why he made that deal with Kel.

There's a part where they go to the party that the Prince of Thorns throws (Caspian) and the party is crazy. First of all, there's nakedness everywhere and the adulting is adulting.

We finally find out they Rosalina's mother was always a fae and I suspect that she was actually the Fae Queen that has been missing for 500 years.

There is finally action between my favorite character and Rosalina. Ya'll, the scene where he physically couldn't help himself from touching her but because he took a vow where he wouldn't let anyone see his helmet besides his true mate. He literally punched the candle out so Rosalina couldn't see him and he could touch her... a man of his word. A real man.

Here are some quotes:

"...Princess, you need not tarnish your souls to know justice has been served. Lay that burden upon my shoulders. Let me be your darkness..."

"...It is a privilege and pleasure to be at the beck and call of your arousal..."

"...If you're the tide and i'm the moon, pull me deep into yourwaves. I want to drown in you..."

Next is the riveting and emotional third book.

Never in my life have i ever been so fucking angry at a book before. I screamed so loud it startled my husband and dogs. The ending?? WHAT THE FUCK??? What the fuck do you mean Dayton and what's her face are mates? No ma'am there has to be a solution. And what's with people sacrificing themselves for everyone but then everyone is sacrificing themselves too? That don't make a lick of sense.

First of all, Dayton can obviously tell Rosalina was his mate if he got his head out of his ass. Like dude. If you would just take a second to actually look within yourself instead of throwing yourself a pity party, you can see that Rosie is your fucking mate.

Ezyrn has done ABSOLUTELY FUCKING NOTHING to fix his curse despite him knowing Rosie is his mate. He would rather give up his power than surpass his mental block of fear. I am so disappointed in him. I thought he was the level headed on in this group turns out that Kel... and that's saying something.

I'm so upset, I want to go into this book and kick everyone's ass.

Apart from the end, everything else was lovely. I think this book and the first book were my favorites so far. Also I'm pretty sure Caspian is her mate all well but I can't make assumptions anymore because I am never right. Except for the fact that she is the fae queen's daughter, I did get that right.

Dayton better get his shit together or else i'm gonna have to DNF this book if he doesn't open his eyes and see that the girl who claims to be his mate is a FRAUD. DOWN WITH THE FRAUD. I clearly don't like her. She's very obviously the nightingale girl.

Ezyrn finally shows his face (only to almost fucking die) and in my head im picturing his as Michele Morrone... he's a hotty.

Here are some of my favorite quotes:

"...What do I say? That i never feel fear around the goblins or during the long, lonely nights, but she frightens me beyond measure? That each smile or touch she offers me is like a lightning strike, rendering me to my core? And more than all of these things, I know it is only a matter of time before my determination breaks, and I will be hopelessly lost to her?..."

"...Do you think Kelarion just leaves it lying under his bed, discarded and unprotected?..." It's funny because he literally does.

"...Come on, don't make it weird. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time...A long time?...I mean a respectable amount of time that is not at all creepy or weird..."

Friends, we shall see if this book doesn't make me tear out my hair. We shall see if I am bald at the end of the last book.

[noctomania]

Representation

When people say representation matters, it isn't meant to matter to the audience it is not representing.

I'm prompted by a reminder of the whole Ellen is an asshole thing, and push back from people who want to laud her for being the "first out lesbian on tv" "first out lesbian to play a fictional out lesbian on a tv show". (what even is this accolade? I learned the first out lesbian on national television was Robin Tyler in 1978)

Here is how I see it:

Lesbian representation is not for anyone but lesbians.

Lesbians who grew up around the 90s or prior may not have even known themselves to be queer. But people can spot each other. Do you think lesbians were shocked when Rosie O'Donnell came out? No.

So who is "coming out" for? The individual and - in the case of celebrity - the people outside of the community who are clueless (and they don't care to begin with, otherwise they would not be clueless). But the representation is still there whether or not they come out. Fans knew even if they didn't know they knew. You're still drawn to people because animals have that sixth sense of belonging.

Personally I was far more impacted by Rosie than I was by Ellen.

I'm not trying to pit them against each other. I'm just drawing comparison between them because they were around the same time and two I am familiar with. I wasn't aware of Wanda Sykes until much later but she was around during that time I'm sure someone else could use that comparison if they were a Sykes fan at the time.

Just for me, Rosie made me feel seen and imbued me with confidence as a kid. I saw the "butch" edge that I identified with. And while I am not a lesbian today, I do believe she played a part in the confidence that allowed me to come out as lesbian when I did and even to come out as trans when I did. Confidence in yourself means confidence in All of your self. It means comfort to grow.

It also means you own it and owe nobody else and explanation of why you are the way you are. If you know, you know.

And I just want to leave these snippets here from the respective wikis of O'Donnell and DeGeneres:

"(O'Donnell's) decision to go to San Francisco to marry Carpenter was seen as a show of defiance against then-President George W. Bush over his support for the Federal Marriage Amendment. She said in 2004, "We were both inspired to come here after the sitting President made the vile and hateful comments he made ... [O]ne thought ran through my mind on the plane out here – with Liberty and Social justice for all."[145][146] The couple was married by San Francisco Treasurer Susan Leal, one of the city's highest ranking lesbian officials, and serenaded by the San Francisco Gay Men's Chorus.[145]"

"In response to the criticism, DeGeneres explained her friendship with Bush in a monologue on her show.[119] During the segment, she maintained that she believes personal relationships should transcend political differences and compared her friendship with Bush to her friendships with people who wear fur, a practice she does not condone."

(On an entirely unrelated but still very gey note I had to include this after i read it and cackled out loud: "In the summer of 2000, O'Donnell suffered a staph infection after she accidentally cut the middle finger of her left hand with a knife while cutting a price tag off a fishing pole.[58] The infection incapacitated her for weeks and nearly resulted in doctors amputating her hand.[159] She later quipped that George W. Bush was to blame for the infection, saying that she was preparing to go on a fishing trip at the time to avoid seeing Bush on television during the then-ongoing 2000 Republican National Convention")

[myrcella]

“I will hunt you, and I will break you!”

-—

This outburst far exceeded the vanity table incident a few days prior. Castle Dimitrescu seemed to respond to its mistress’ unbridled anger in tandem, croaking and cooling, and a flash of lightning broke through the window as if on cue—as if Alcina was equally as entwined with the village.

Your body jolted, but you were steeled by one of your daughters’ hands on your shoulder: Bela looked at you with unseen empathy. If it were any other moment, the gesture would have been a funny and fond one to reflect on—who was the elder and younger here?—but now there was pity in her eyes, and you were grateful.

“She will calm.”

“We have seen her worse...”

“But an ugly man thing never managed to touch us before.”

Daniela was the last to chip in, and her tone was clipped. She was skittish, the girl who played so often with fire and cackled when she burned. She was uncharacteristically afraid, now. It made you terrified.

Rose instinctively felt the panic in the air too. Four little limbs beat hard in yours, squirming and wriggling in a silken blanket, and an exhausted red face looked around, crying. Despite your wife’s reprimands to the man-thing who had been flung down several floors, the child was indeed in the castle, but very much claimed.

“Oh, Rosie...”

Your chest thundered but you ignored it for the baby, who needed your heart more than you did. You coddled her to your chest, pressed your nose into her downy hair that smelled milksweet. She was still human, so fragile and malleable. It wouldn’t be much longer...

“Mama is here. Don’t you worry... Don’t cry... You have all you need here, I promise... You’re better here...”

(Sometimes you did wonder if you said such things to yourself to soothe your guilt.)

Every minute was a small century, before the door to the room slowly opened. The familiar imposing figure of Alcina ducked below the doorway to sluggishly enter, and when she straightened, her eyes were glazed and jaw set firmly. She had not calmed completely, not yet, but you knew she needed you.

“Alcina...” It was barely even a whisper. Your voice was caught in your stomach.

“Mother, that awful creature! Just awful!”

“He shot me! In the chest! Right here! It hurt!”

“Even the flies didn’t want his stench!”

“And you had said he was tasty before!”

“No, definitely stale!”

Cassandra had crooned and glided over, shadowed by Daniela. Bela distanced herself as the air cleared, consigning herself to the darkness as she usually did. The girls were old enough to reconcile themselves, though. They could fight, they thrilled themselves in violence.

“Daughters.” Alcina was clearly struggling to level her tone. Her eyes were still fading away from the golden that they turned when she was annoyed... or excited. “I am glad you girls are safe. The man-thing is... displaced for the time being. However, I expect he will be back as a thorn in our side ere long, and I expect he will be harsher.”

Her gaze snapped from the girls to you, who would ordinarily wait in excitement.

“Go, you three. Keep hunting him. I want him broken. Never mind what I have been instructed.”

Bela, Cassandra and Daniela almost immediately fluttered away to whatever recesses they occupied when ordered. Then it was just you and your wife—the Countess who had to take a breath before gliding merely an inch away from you.

You were daunted. You stepped back at first and pressed Rose harder against your chest. You hadn’t meant to—you’d panicked and you were still anxious—but the hurt was clear in Alcina’s eyes.

“Do not fear me,” she said. She was agitated. Her voice was stressed. “Please.”

She had perhaps only said ‘please’ once or twice in all the decades. So your fear relented, and you melted back into your rightful place—against her large body.

“Draga mea, concubină mea,” Alcina breathed with raw adoration, having to kneel to meet even a fraction of your height. One of her hands dwarfed your head, easily. She placed both to your cheeks, cupping your face, pressing her forehead to yours with closed eyes. You copied her, the surprising warmth of her skin like a safety blanket when she touched you. And when she had a moment of reprieve, finally, she kissed your lips chastely.

“He didn’t hurt me...” you answered the unsaid question. He hadn’t, but he had grabbed the babe from your arms and unsuccessfully tried to wrestle her away, thus Rose’s distress. “He wants her. I can’t give her up, Alcina. S-she...”

“No.” Alcina’s word was firm. “You shan’t give her up. I promised you a child, you and I, and this is her. She was never his. I made it so for you.”

She looked down hurriedly at Rose, whose chubby face was stained with tear tracks. Her tiny hand was rubbing at her eye but she had seemingly soothed a great deal, her head tilted towards you.

“See, she seeks your comfort. She has forgotten... him.” Alcina hissed even the mere implication of the man through her teeth. “I will never submit.”

For a few beats, you regarded her. She had been your lover through so many eras, but she still reduced you to the young peasant girl you had once been, dying in the dirt, before she lifted you up and saved you with the gift. She had lived so much longer than you, seen and devoured so many, and yet she chose you as her equal in perpetuity.

“Hold me. Hold us.”

Alcina needed no further instruction. Her long arms wrapped very easily around you in your entirety, encasing Rose too in the embrace. It grew an uncomfortable position quickly, so she guided you to move to her lap when she sat in one of her favoured armchairs of this room. There, you were once again small and naive and her protege, looking to her for guidance.

You had known for some time there was something far more frightful beneath Alcina’s surface, something untouchable and something you were once unsure you would see. But the situation with the man-thing was spiralling out of control, and whatever secret was in Alcina’s skin was broiling steadily.

Still, when you met her gaze, you felt her love. Her kind loved deeper than what you had been born as. They loved for so long, so fiercely and primally loyal—bound physically as well as emotionally to each other. Since she had marked you the bond between you both had never faltered. It was in your very blood, and you were in hers.

“I won’t let him continue,” Alcina said, quietly. More to herself, you assumed. You kissed the corner of her mouth and she looked at you with gratitude. Then, hungrily, she took your chin between her fingers and opened your mouth up to hers, kissing you more resolutely. “Sângele din sângele meu.”

“In vecii vecilor,” you said, dutifully.

Rose quieted between you and her eyes had drooped closed. Whatever beast raged inside Alcina had retreated for the time being.

Another one, however, still stalked the bowels of your home.

[a-detraque-barista]

Could i pls request a siren jin♡,,,one where he finds you after a storm in a shipwreck and he like nurses you back to health but when your finally ready to go he won't actually let you. You can decide the ending🙇‍♀️

A/N: thank you for requesting, my love, I hope you enjoy~

The cruise ship rocked back and forth repeatedly, waves crashing into the sides. Rain poured from the dark cumulonimbus clouds, successfully soaking through your clothing. Thunder and lightning rang and flashed all around. Panicked screams sounded from every room of the ship. You were holding onto the side rail tightly. You could barely keep your eyes open long enough to see the monstrous wave that was about to collide with the ship.

Almost everyone knew it was safer to stay on the large vessel rather than get on a smaller one and risk the chance of being drowned by the ocean itself. Although, it seems this boat wasn’t going to last much longer. The few people that did lower themselves in a raft down into the water were quickly flipped over and taken by the unforgiving sea.

Your soaked hair whipped in every which way before the wave came down on the ship. Your grip on the metal railing slipped as the entire cruise was flipped until it was sideways before crashing into the depths of the sea. A hook from the ship caught into your shirt and into your side as you attempted to swim back up to the surface. You watched as more people and debris began to float to the surface.

This was it. You had no way of surviving. Your lungs were running out of oxygen and you were sinking farther and farther to the seafloor. You relaxed your muscles and let out your last bit of breath, closing your eyes. You should have never accepted the ticket your friend had given you.

Breathing in, water filled your airway, burning. Faintly, you felt a tug on the hook that was dug into your side. Your eyes open just slightly to see a man taking the hook out of your flesh and felt his arms wrap around you.

Your vision turned black before you could look at your savior.

The sound of crashing water woke you. Eyes cracked open to be met with a cave ceiling. The hand resting by your side could feel a scratchy fabric underneath you. Your other hand laid on your stomach. You went to sit up only to lay back down again from the shooting pain in your side. Groaning while gently nursing your side, you looked down to see your shirt, now dried, with a bloodstain. Carefully, you lifted your shirt up to see bandages wrapped around your torso.

“Finally, you’re awake, I was starting to worry you would never wake up,” a voice came from your right making your head turn.

Your eyes landed on the man you remember before losing consciousness. His wet pink hair was slicked back, broad shoulders dripping with water. Muscly arms rested on the lip of the tide pool he treaded in. The sound of rushing water you had woken up to was the waterfall meeting the river that led outside of the cave you were in.

The man’s cyan eyes stay on you as you moved your head around to look at your new and unfamiliar surroundings. He studied your expression, your body, all the small movements you made hadn’t gone unnoticed by him. His gut trembled with hunger as he couldn’t look away from you. He felt parched even though he was in a pool of water.

“Wait...how come you were able to save me from that deep in the water?” you looked at him scrutinizing.

“Haha, well, ya see…” he brought the end of his tail high enough for you to see his monofin.

…

“All right, I’m out,” you went to stand but the pain in your side had you slowly lay back down, taking deep breaths through the pain.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re going anywhere, Moonlight.”

Moonlight? What an odd nickname. Although, this whole situation was odd. You didn’t have much of a choice, you could barely move without being in immense pain and you had no idea where you were.

Meanwhile, the half-man was studying your appearance. Normally the humans that were stranded or in need of help were men that made the journey to feed their egos. What was an extraordinary specimen like you doing all the way out here? His webbed hands reached towards your arm. Your skin was so smooth compared to his scaly skin.

With the touch of the man’s cold hand, it brought your attention to his face. His slicked, almost dry, hair was a rose pink that matched well with his pale skin. His plump rosy lips pursed as he studied your skin more. Guess the folklore and tales were actually true, merpeople do exist. There was something...off about him though. As if he wasn’t a normal merman based on stories. The sharp teeth that poked out when he spoke and the claws that lightly dragged across your skin were not the basic portrayals of a merman.

“What are you exactly?” you couldn’t keep the question from coming out but since you were stuck here, might as well learn about your inhuman savior.

He chuckled, “I’m what you humans call a siren.”

“Like the ones that lure people to their death with singing?”

“Is that what you humans think? We don’t have to sing to get humans under our spells. They merely have to look at us and they’ll be entranced if we so wish,” he explained as if he wasn’t admitting to killing humans.

He noticed your concerned expression and decided to reassure you, “Don’t worry, I’m not going to eat you. If I was going to I would’ve already done it. Besides, there was more than enough food from the rest of the wreck.”

“Why did you save me?”

“Cause you’re cute.”

It was simple and short. Nothing about it was sweet. Who knows how many other lives he could have saved especially if he had time to bandage your wound and eat while you were unconscious.

“If you keep staring at me like that then I’m going to have to eat you,” he chuckled as your eyes widened before darting away. He found you so adorable yet so delectable. There was no doubt in his mind that you would be the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. However, he couldn’t bring himself to eat you. Something about you had pulled him to your location. That’s how he found the shipwreck. That part of the ocean belonged to someone else but he didn’t care at the time.

You went to ask for the siren’s name when your gut made a loud growling noise. Your cheeks turned red as you keep your gaze away from the smirking man next to you.

“Seems like my little human is hungry. I’ll be right back,” he chuckled again before submerging under the water and swam away.

This gave you a chance to look around, the dewy rock walls led up to an opening with the moon shining directly down into the cave you laid in. It was full and glowing brightly. You could hear the waves colliding with the outside of the rock formation around you. It was so dangerously calming.

“I’m back~” the siren popped his head out of the water, startling you. “I got you a mackerel!” he slapped the fish right beside you as he grinned.

You watched as water dripped down his smiling face. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

Over the past three weeks, you’ve learned that your savior’s name was Seokjin. He’d been taking care of you, never leaving your side for too long. You had started changing your bandages due to Seokjin’s claws accidentally catching on your sutures and reopening the wound. If he kept changing the bandages your wound would never heal.

Now the cut is almost completely healed and you’ve been thinking of ways to get home when Seokjin wasn’t talking your ear off. For someone who didn’t like humans very much, he liked to talk to you for hours. You wondered how he had so many stories to tell.

“Moonlight, what are you thinking about?” Seokjin’s voice pierced through your thoughts.

“Just trying to think of a way to get back home?” you sighed as you continued to drag your finger through the sand absentmindedly.

“Leave? Why would you want to leave?” his brows furrowed and his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Well...I can’t stay here. I have a life back home. Friends, work, I’m sure no one has any idea where I am. Or even if I’m alive for that matter,” you hoped you weren’t making your friends sick with worry.

Seokjin began laughing. It started as a chuckle and progressed to a sickening cackle that echoed throughout the cave. You slowly shuffled back until you hit the rough cave wall. Still, it wasn’t far enough from the crazed siren in front of you.

“You can’t leave, Moonlight. You’re mine,” he chuckled before pulling himself out of the tide pool and onto the sand. His long tail transformed into legs, allowing him to walk over to you and crouch down. He held your chin between his fingers, “I’ll never let you go. I’m your life now.”

“Let me go home,” your wide eyes were staring into his.

Your mind was going blank as a smirk stretched across his features. Your eyes could no longer focus. You willed your limbs to move but they wouldn’t comply. Soon, you couldn’t think at all. Seokjin wasn’t allowing you to even think of leaving him behind.

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“Oi! Boke! Pay attention!” Kageyama called out, frustrated that Hinata once again spaced out mid attack. It was another day of practice for Karasuno, and today was kinda special. Coach Ukai gave the boys a bit of a free day to practice whatever skills they wanted to work on.

Kageyama and Hinata were paired off once more, today deciding to focus more on softer attacks and various styles of hits. They were quite known for their quick attack- they had to change it up.

The problem that came with this is Hinata’s lack of focus. Maybe it was the weather, maybe the season. Whatever it was, the small redhead could barely keep his head on straight as they practiced, missing the passes and even at one point, taking a set to the face.

“Oi, don’t call me Boke! And I am paying attention!” Hinata argued, even though he knew Kageyama was right. He was rather spacy today. Free days always did that to him. “I’ve hit at least 3 attacks!”

“Out of 6!” Kageyama sighed and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes. “Let’s take a break. You’re spacy and I’m frustrated. We’ll only waste time fighting.”

Hinata blinked, making Kageyama selfconscious. “What?”

“I’ve never heard you sound so...mature before. It’s scary.” Hinata mock shivered, wide eyed and scared. Kageyama’s blood pressure spiked. “Would you shut up!! I can be mature!” He fumed, going to grab the redhead’s collar, only for Hinata to duck under his arm and wrap himself around the setter's waist. “What are you- AH!”

“Ooo, so mature of you, getting all mad!” Hinata teased, fingers digging ruthlessly into Kageyama’s waist, making the setter squirm. “Should I start referring to you more formally? Mr. Kageyama- why are you so giggly all of a sudden?”

“Shahahhhahahahhahat uhuhuhuhuuhuhuhuhp!” Kageyama cried, laughing more freely when Hinata’s fingers moved up, digging into the taller boy’s ribs. He tried to grab him once more, briefly succeeding before Hinata poked his belly, making him squeak and let go. “Gehehehehhehehehehhet ohohohoohohohohohohohff!” “Never! This is what you get!” Hinata laughed along with him, taking in Kageyama's expression. The setter’s cheeks were a rosy pink color, smile wide and eyes squeezed shut with mirth. He really could listen to him laugh all day long. “I wonder what would happen if I did this?” He teased, hands shooting up and digging into the setter’s armpits.

“GAH! NOHOHOHOHOOHOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOOHOHOHOHOT THEEHEEHHEHHEHERE!” Kageyama howled, his squirming renewed with fresh vigor, nearly wiggling away. “Ooo, is that a bad spot? Tickle tickle tickle, Kage!” Hinata giggled like a gremlin, leaping onto the setter’s back like a koala bear, hands still tickling.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Kageyama got the upperhand. With his last bit of strength, he twisted his body and sent the startled redhead flying off of him. Hinata’s reflexes kicked in, landing him on his feet. “Haha! I win!” He cheered, turning to a now exhausted Kageyama, residue giggles and laughs escaping his lips as he caught his breath. His cheeks were a pleasant red color, tears of mirth dotting his eyes as he wrapped his arms around his waist, rubbing at the tickly sensation. “Ahehe...heh...y-you b-boke…” He groaned, making the smaller boy cackle. Soon, Kageyama was laughing too.

After a bit, the setter straightened up and smirked, closing the distance between him and the giggly redhead. Hinata, too caught up in his own mirth, failed to stop the hand jabbing him lightly in the belly. “AIE! K-Kageyama!”

“New idea. Everytime you space out, I tickle you.” There was a definite threat in those eyes. “Sounds good?”

Hinata was definitely more focused the rest of practice.

I hope this was good!