#scar is genuinely one of the most handsome people ever like

[cheesecrackery]

Best stream ever

[moonstruckme]

Hi lovely! I’ve been wanting to request to you for while bc I love your writing so much but I’m not used to requesting so idk 😭

Ok so I LOVE the way you write for wolfstar x reader. I was wondering if you could write smth where reader gets drunk (or just tipsy) and, bc of the alcohol, she gets more confident and starts being super verbally affectionate when she normally isn’t. It’s not that she’s shy but she just isn’t really a verbally affectionate person.

Thank you lovely!

cw: alcohol, inebriation

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

“You don’t just casually brush a customer’s hand unless you’re hitting on them!” Sirius insists as he jimmies his key in the front door. “And right in front of us, too. The gall!” 

“I’m sure he didn’t mean to.” He can practically hear Remus’ eyes rolling. “He wasn’t hitting on me.” 

“Our angel and I didn’t get felt up when he gave us our drinks.” 

Something suspiciously giggle-esque comes out of Remus. “He didn’t feel me up!” 

“I think you just don’t understand how handsome you are,” you say in a voice made of dandelion fluff, soft and light and pure. “People like you more than you realize. It’s sort of sweet how you don’t notice, though.” 

The lock finally gives. Sirius opens the door gallantly, allowing you and Remus to spill inside first. You’re clinging to your boyfriend like moss to a tree, and Sirius is endlessly grateful for Remus’ physical stability even in inebriation so that he doesn’t have to support the both of you himself. 

Sirius never sets out to be the most sober at the end of the night, but Remus only had as many drinks as Sirius and has somehow ended up twice as tipsy. Sirius’ theory: the bartender took a liking to him and poured him doubles as a token of his affection. Considering Remus’ tall frame, Welsh origins, and the fact that he’s been able to drink Sirius under the table since they were fifteen, this seems the only reasonable explanation. 

“Me?” Remus sounds genuinely surprised, a bit of bashfulness creeping into his tone. 

“Mhm,” you hum. “Remember that barista last week? She liked you, too, but you couldn’t tell then either.” 

“She liked me because I had a simple order.” 

You shake your head, smiling up at him all soft and adoring. “No, she liked you because you’re lovely.” You reach up, tracing the lines of one of his scars with your fingertip. “Very, very lovely.” 

Sirius is inclined to agree, even as Remus’ face goes a very, very lovely rosy hue. You’re in rare form tonight, honey-tongued and expressive in ways you’re usually not inclined to. You’ve been overflowing with declarations of love and sweetness since you all left the bar. 

“Do you want something to drink, my loves?” Sirius asks as Remus tries to collapse to the floor as carefully as he can so that he can take his shoes off with you stuck to his side. 

“Awe, Siri,” you turn to him with a look of wonder, “are you gonna make sure we’re fed and watered?” 

Sirius can’t help himself. He crouches beside you, slotting his hand alongside your face. You’re positively moony-eyed. 

“I sure am, sweetness. Is that okay with you?” 

You nod, rubbing your cheek against his palm. “I love you when you take care of us. I mean,” you get very serious, “I love you all of the time. It’s not conditional, just, this is a bit extra.” 

Sirius is smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. “Noted,” he tells you. 

You continue to look at him with that sweet, dreamy expression, and Sirius realizes you’ve likely forgotten he ever asked you a question. He’d be content to do this with you all night, except the only thing that sounds better than sitting here holding your face is getting to hold both you and Remus once he gets you both in bed. 

Also, now your boyfriend is watching the two of you with a lovelorn expression, clearly feeling left out, and Sirius can’t have that. 

“Do you want some water, darling?” he asks him. 

Remus’ cheeks pinken again at being caught. “I wouldn’t mind some. I can get it.” 

“No, you say here.” Sirius stands, setting a fond hand atop his boyfriend’s head. “Why don’t you two take your shoes off, and I’ll bring it to you.” 

Sirius can hear you and Remus whispering and giggling to each other from the kitchen. Your voices intertwine in a sweet, steady susurrus, as much as part of your home as the hum of the refrigerator or the creaking of the pipes. When Sirius comes back with a cup for each of you, you’ve waylaid Remus on the floor, your torso half atop his and his hands cupping your face. You’re both smiling tenderheartedly. One of your shoes is still on, the clasp undone. Sirius sits by your feet.

“My lovely dovely,” Remus is murmuring, sozzled, squishing your face between his hands. You look nearly ready to melt into a puddle on their floor when you feel Sirius pulling off your remaining shoe and look back at him. 

“Sirius.” You appear delighted to see him. “Did you have a fun time tonight?” 

He presses cups of water into both of your hands. You sit up to drink yours, whereas Remus tips the cup half on his face when he tries to drink it lying down. 

“I did,” Sirius replies. He clasps Remus’ hand to help him up, and the other boy lets him. “Did you?” 

Remus runs his fingers up the length of Sirius’ forearm. “Did you really?” he asks. There’s a small divot of worry between his brows.

Sirius frowns. He leans forward, kissing it away. “Of course I did, lovely. Why are you asking?” 

“We were just saying,” you answer for him, “that we hope you did still have a good time, even though now you have to look after us.” 

A little laugh puffs out of Sirius, relieved. “Oh. Well you’ve got nothing to worry about there, yeah? I love looking after you.”

You glance at Remus, smiling. “That’s what I said.” 

“Next time,” Remus says somberly, “you can get as drunk as you like, and we’ll bring you home and feed you water.” 

“And massage your back,” you add. “And give you cuddles, if you like.” 

“I like the sound of that very much,” Sirius agrees. “Is this your way of telling me you’d like back massages and cuddles?” 

You smile at him dopily. “I love you,” you say. 

Sirius rolls his eyes. “I love you too. Alright, you win. Back massages and cuddles if you both finish your waters and get in bed.” 

[rhadamanthes]

The chosen one. demon!Toji x reader

word count : 3,5k

warnings: reader is kinda dumb, oral f receiving, face sitting, choking (very light), mention of spanking, horns tails and inhuman attributes, breeding, biting, obsessive behavior, clueless reader kinda, scent kink, soft toji, fluff,

You close the door behind you, happy to be finally home. You quickly take off your shoes making your way to the bedroom you stop in your tracks seeing a man looking out the window. At first you freeze and take the nearest weapon type of object you could find. But then you remember that you made a complaint about the window not properly closing in your bedroom so that must be the handyman that came to fix it! Odd that he's already inside before you but whatever if it means that you wouldn't feel the cold air seeping through at night you don't care.

"Hello! Are you here to fix the window? Did you find the problem?" you say in a cheerful way.

"Get out" the man answers in a stone cold voice not even facing you.

You freeze at his tone but don't take it personally. Some people hate presence around them when they work and you understand that 

" Sure i'll leave you to it but can you just tell me if you find the-" "Get out of my house" he repeats louder not even letting you finish your sentence. 

He's facing you now and the color of his eyes strike you, a deep green that reminds you of emeralds. Analyzing the rest of his face you notice the scar on his lips and his slightly tanned skin. He sure is handsome but his rudeness puts you off. And then his words hit you "his house" what did he mean by that you moved in a couple of weeks ago to get closer from your workplace. Looking around you recognized your personal items, so you didn't enter the wrong door. What the hell is happening?

"Huh i think you're mistaken I live here" you laugh nervously. One of his hands goes to your neck applying light pressure on it. You close your eyes shut, scared of what's coming next. But nothing happens and his hand is so warm it almost makes you want to moan. When you open your eyes again you gasp in surprise, the man before you have changed in a blink of an eye. Horns are now adorning his scalp and a grey veil has fallen upon his eyes but you still clearly distinguish the rich color of his orbs. This doesn't even feel real , is it a prank ? Standing on your tippy toes you touch his horns with your index finger to make your mind up. It feels like wood under your skin they're as black as his hair but glossy "Oh my god real horns". He dashes backward at your touch  if you weren't so close you would have missed it. He is so fast. He looks surprised from your act, his eyes are wide.

"Sorry did that hurt, I was just curious I'm sorry" you blurt in embarrassment.

 "Just get out." He growls. 

You see something moving agitatedly behind his back, focusing you realize it's a tail  as jet black and glossy as his horns.You don't have the time to make another observation that he is pushing you to the door. You dig your feet in the ground balancing your body weight back to stop him as best as you can. He growls still pushing you. Damn he's strong as hell. in a last attempt to reason him, You turn around looking him in the eyes.

"How can this be your house? I've been here two weeks and it's the first time I'm seeing you!" you say trying to sound menacing. 

If you believe your eyes this guy is most likely a demon or another cursed celestial being that you are not aware of and he is clearly overpowering you so you better start to put your game on.

"You think i'd show myself with all these stupid movers going back and forth?" he tones angrily "No one has ever stayed this long" he says diverting his gaze from yours. 

"Wait so the water damage was you?" he nods "and the power outage?" another nod "the window?" you ask defeated slumping your shoulders. He almost looks guilty nodding once more. 

"Why did you stay through all of this?" he asks genuinely curious. 

You let out a long sigh " This is working for me. It's close to work and the neighbourhood is nice. It's the best apartment I've ever lived in by far so a few technical difficulties doesn't seem like a lot compared to what I had before."  You take his hands in yours shivering at the warmth again "Look I'm sure we can make this work, I'll arrange a bed for you and I'll leave you to your occupations whatever they are" you say hopeful, not being sure what demons do in their free time. 

"And what makes you think that I want this ? I've been living here for more than 20 years" he scoff

This makes you wonder how old he is, his kind sure not age the same as human "Wow that's a lot of sabotage" you say, still not fully grasping what's happening. A smirk crosses his lips at your words. 

"Fine I give you one week if I'm not satisfied by then you'll be out." 

You squeal in excitement hugging his large body. The heat that emane from it is surreal but once again horns and tail so you don't mind. He is quick to push you away hissing in a cat manner before disappearing down the corridor.

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You passed your trial week with flying colors ! Living with a demon was not as terrible as you thought it would be. He's calm and mostly roams around the house at night. You tried to see what he's doing when he's up but he always senses your presence and stops when he knows you're around.  It  took him 8 days to reveal his name : Toji. A beautiful name and yet he always seems surprised when you call it. Through the course of your roomating you learned that his demon attributes are most of the time present, You asked him once if it hurts when he hides them and he just gave you one of his dead stares that constitute an answer on their own. The  difference is his eyes, they're not always in "dark mode" as you like to call it, the veil only appears when he has strong emotions. You find it cute but will never tell him he'll kick you out for sure or worse. Having him around made your day significantly less gloomy, sure he is not talkative and doesn't contribute a lot to the chores of the house but knowing that he'll be here when you cross the door makes you feel lighter. It's like having a pet. You chuckle at that thought locking the door behind you. Time has passed now and it's been almost three month since you first moved in. You could say that he warmed up to you, a routine installed itself. As soon as he hears the door click he comes to greet you in his own way. He takes the coat from your shoulder and sniffs it in various spots. The first time he did this you didn't know how to react just staring dumbfounded. Then he told you that he could smell another demon on your clothes and ever since you've been trying to figure out who could be one at your workplace. Today is no exception. 

"Have you found it yet?" he asks, hanging your coat, you shake your head negatively. He then proceeds to dip his nose in your clothed collarbone. He goes down to your chest under your arms  and down to your rump. 

"Toji!" you squeal pushing his head out of your body "Stop doing this, seriously" you say trying to sound strict but you're all frustrated from his proximity. 

"Your period is coming" he says with a sly smirk, his tail swishing slowly behind him. 

Heat rises to your cheeks and you rush past him to hide in your room.Sitting on your bed and saying to yourself that you need to sit down with Toji, set boundaries and be firm with him. He actually listens to you, sometimes you go on and on  about your days. He sits attentively making witful comments. The only problem is that he distaste being told what to do. You let your back hit the mattress, a sigh escaping your lips, maybe you need a bath first to relax before confronting him. 

Robe in hand you enter the bathroom, you gasp upon seeing Toji in all his devilish glory lounging in the warm water. His head is laying back, his large body hidden in the water while his tail rests on the side of the tub. His eyes are closed but you distinguish a smirk playing on his features. The anger bubbles up in your chest, you stomp your feet on the floor.

"Toji! I told you to warn me when you use the bathroom!"  you yell losing any ounce of patience you had left. His tail taps against the tub showing his annoyance, he always does this he even spanks you with it when he's mad at you for something you did or said. 

"You're very unpleasant today, did something happen at work?" he says, yawning.

"I had a long day and I just want to relax so get out."

"Uh uh I just got in you better join if you want to get cleaned up" he states rolling his head your way to look at you. 

In defeat you put your hands over your eyes, when did he become sassy ? The colocation was great this far, you're too tired to argue and you'll never earn his respect if you bend to every of his whims. Making a quick work of your clothes you throw it in his face to blind him while you get into the tub. The warm water engulfes your naked  body, you're able to relax, still holding your knees close to your chest, hiding your breasts. You close your eyes unwinding at the soft sound of the water hitting the sides of the tube.A swirl of waves tickle your body, you open your eyes. Toji's back is now facing in your direct eyesight, you never noticed how many scars litter his body, you kind of feel bad, even if he's a demon he never hurted you, and even appears friendly from time to time. Did people of his kind do this ? or was he mistreated amongst humans ? Is it the reason he isolates himself ?  Before you can ask your questions he shakes his head left to right like a wet dog. You understand his silent request, applying shampoo on his scalp mindful of the horns on top. The more you rub circles motion the more you hear a faint vibrating noise coming from him, is he purring ? You accentuate the pressure and it gets louder. You stop your movement, shocked at your discovery, that's so cute! His tail wraps around your wrist urging you to continue. You oblige, going for a few more minutes before you let your head rest on his back, tired of holding your hand in the air, he is so much taller than you ! Sticking your ear to his skin , from this close the sound you heard earlier is more like a fire crackling. That would explain the body temperature.  

Washed and dried you tend to your skincare routine while toji lingers in the bathroom. His towel hangs low on his hips, you can't help but wonder if his devil attributes apply down there. Heat rises to your cheeks. You try to focus on which product goes to your face next but you only think about seeing him naked now. you close your eyes, biting your lips.  A familiar churn grows in your belly you haven't got laid in so long you're about to act up. When you open your eyes again, Toji is right behind you, the veil has fallen upon his eyes, you turn to face him concerned as to why it appears now. 

"Are you o-"  "I can smell it" he cut you off. You gaze at your hand "The cream ? yeah it's a botanica-'' He cut you off again but this time it's because his head is crooked in your neck he takes a big sniff out of it like he's scared you would disappear. He tries to go down again "Toji! i already told you to-" "You're excited, i can fucking smell it" he reply looking in your eyes. 

You're mortified just standing in front of him exposed, at your depravity. Of course he would smell your arousal, he smells other people on your clothes, so your own scent won't go unnoticed.  He's bent over you, eyes wide, tail buzzing behind him like he's ready to pounce on you. And he does, locking firm arms around your back you're engulfed in his chest as he breathes in your scent  from your temple down to your shoulder groaning in the process. Suddenly he lifts you on his shoulder rushing through the door. He crosses the corridor fast and drags you to his bedroom. He dumps you on his bed and you look around, he never allowed you in his space before. It looks like a nest, it's dark, the bed is in the middle of the room. Clothes are laying on the ground and they're forming a spiral around the mattress. You recognize some of yours that you haven't seen in a long time. You furrow your brows not sure about what's happening here. 

"Toji what's all of that" you say in a meek voice. He closes the door and rushes to join you on the bed "It doesn't matter hm it's just you and me" he says caressing your sides. 

You nod your head hypnotise by his behavior, his voice so deep and calm he's touching you with care he almost looks high, is it his state when he's horny ? He must really want you, but you want him to so you don't care. Placing your hands on his cheeks you initiate a kiss. You go slow at first testing the waters, and he follows. His lips are softer than you expected, you move against them in a soft waltz before you let your tongue enter his wet cavity. You lap at his muscle but freeze when you notice that there are two you break the kiss parting his lips with your thumb. He sticks it out revealing a forked tongue. You gasp incredulously, touching the tips with your index. There's so many things that you still don't know about him, but for now you need to find out how it feel against your clit 

You untie your robe in a hurry, a devilish smile spreads on his face as he admires your naked body, he lodges his head between your tits licking at the skin, his hands busy themselves kneading your breast. Your head falls back at the sensation his skin is so hot against your own, a content moan escapes your lips. Straightening his back he lay on the mattress ushering you you straddle his face, you waste no time encasing his face with your thighs slowly putting more and more weight on him. When your pussy lands on his face you moan in relief, he nuzzles against it, licking at your fold never touching your sweet spot. Starting to feel impatient you grab on his horns pulling lightly. He groans, letting the tips of his tongue tickle your clitoris, you exhale loudly, his muscle feels rough against your sensitive part, his tongue doesn't glide on your folds, it sticks like scratch tape in your most sensitive area, the repeated motion builds tension in your belly. If you weren't so desperate you'd be ashamed to be ready to cum this fast but you need  it so bad, you start grinding on his face holding on his horns. You close your eyes feeling your orgasm on the edge of a release.

"Toji don't stop" you breathe erratically

He lays his tongue flat against your clit as you keep humping it until your orgasm crashes over you. You're shaking uncontrollably and you feel like the air has been taken out of your lungs. you slowly regain your breath while toji bites at your inner thighs. You pet his hair and he pins you against the mattress extending his tongue to lick your cheek. He can do that too ? you grunt in both amusement and disgust. Positioning himself on top of you, he free his cock from the towel and your jaw drops. Not only is he big but the sides of his penis are rigged with bumps. You swallow hard not knowing if he is going to fit inside of you. Toji laughs at your reaction.

"Want me to go down again?" he coos, patting your thighs with his tail.

You shake your head standing on your elbows. Is it weird if you want it to hurt a bit? You want to feel the stretch and every rig. You've already cum once and you're so excited it should be okay.

"Then relax i don't want to mate with a wood board" 

Hurt at his words you're about to snap back at him but he captures your lips with his. Laying your back on the cover he licks and kisses your  temple, his hands kneading your shoulders you feel like a trapped mouse.

"Relax, hm not going to hurt you on purpose" he murmurs against your skin. 

Tired of his banters you lock your arms behind his neck and bite on his shoulder as hard as you can. He moans loudly letting his weight rest on your body, you feel his cock against your tummy as he starts to rut against it, your teeth sink deeper on his hard skin. You push on his shoulders looking at him in the eyes. 

"I want it please" you beg shamelessly. 

"I know it, you smell like a depraved minx" he smiles. You cringe at the nickname looking away 

He sits back on his feet, positioning your legs on his shoulders. He caresses them a few times nibbling on the skin of your ankle. He takes his length in his hand slowly entering your hole, your mouth opens at the sheer size. You extend your hand begging for support. Toji intertwinds his fingers with yours and you relax when he's all inside of you. The tears in your eyes are ready to fall at any given moment. He pins your other and next to your head crooking his nose in your neck folding you in half as your legs rest on his shoulders. The demon starts slow movements grunting in the comfort of your walls, the wetness allows him to glide easily. Your mouth is open letting out  pained noises that turn into moans when he hits your soft spot. the rigs of his dick kiss perfectly your gummy walls. you let lewd moans escaping your mouth not caring about the neighbor when you feel so good. 

"Better than your toys ?" he rasp looking at you through veiled eyes.

The humiliation settles in and you turn your head to avoid his gaze. You indeed have a drawer full of toys but he wasn't supposed to know. his tails prod at your chin to redirect you his way. You look at him through teary eyes.

"I- I've never been fucked like that before" you stammer 

He grunt in response going impossibly faster, weakening your spot with every thrust. The familiar sensation builds in your lower part again and you cry desperate to earn it again. You kiss and nip on his cheek as a silent plea, his tail snake between your bodies to massage your clit. Your back arches off the bed at the double stimulation. You chant his name over and over until your vision blurs and your legs spasms around his head. Toji hiss as your walls clench around him through your climax. You lay limp on the bed squeezing your demon's hands encouraging him to finish. When he does you gasp once more, at the amount of cum he is tainting your insides with.  You're both catching your breath and he lays next to you. 

"So you wanted to talk ? Or you just needed to be stuffed to stop being moody"? he purrs.

You don't have the strength to answer, you hit his chest lightly. He catches your hand grazing his teeth softly against it. You fall in a deep slumber with a satisfied smile on your lips. On his side Toji can't keep his eyes off you. All of those times he heard you pleasuring yourself he wanted to burst in and take you there and then; But he couldn't it was too early instead he would dig through your hamper and collect your dirty clothes. Now that he has you, covered in his scent filled with his seed, he has all intentions to make you the centerpiece of his nest.

[funkyplantguy]

for the prompt asks thing: how about scarian as musicians of some sort?

rubbing my hands together. excellent, excellent - featuring: drummer!scar and singer!grian (meet-cute! kinda)

- now, in all honesty, grian had assumed that the showers would be empty at this time of night. i mean, really, who showered at 3 in the morning on a tuesday night? (freaks, that was who, freaks, and a totally normal insomniac who had maybe been up a touch too late working on his latest music project). plus - he'd never run into anyone in the showers at this time before, at least not this semester. he'd been pretty quick to memorize the bathroom routines of the people on his floor - and then use that knowledge to avoid each and every one of them. he wasn't antisocial, per say, just very busy - and plus, if he was going to be wasting valuable time showering, anyway, he might as well make use of the frankly incredible acoustics in the bathroom. so that's how he found himself here, standing completely naked in the showers, his rendition of some old pop ballad tapering off into loud applause from directly outside his shower stall.

"that was really good!" came the voice (one that grian did not recognize - for better or for worse). "wow! you're an incredible singer." the shock of it all left grian speechless - speechless, and frankly a little incredulous at the nerve of his mysterious audience. really - who stood outside of someone's shower stall just...listening to them sing? what kind of stalker behavior was that? was it a fan who had somehow figured out where he went to college? he did have a fanbase, after all - small, but weirdly dedicated. but no, that didn't make sense - they would have had to have a keycard to get into the building, especially at this time of night when there wasn't really anyone coming. then who...?

a few moments and a hasty pair of pajamas later, grian pulled the stall door open to reveal -

oh.

oh.

sitting in front of him was a man - a very handsome man at that, all wide, green eyes and genuine, toothy smile. a very handsome man in a wheelchair, parked patiently in front of the only wheelchair-accessible shower stall on the whole floor - namely, the stall that grian had been using. hot shame rose in his cheeks as he shuffled out of the way, clutching his shower bag tightly to his chest.

"sorry," he blurted, sheepishly. "i...i, um...there's usually nobody taking showers this late at night during the week, and, uh, i didn't know that you...um...that...that anyone ever used...or needed to use...uh...oh god, sorry. yeah. sorry. i'll leave you to it."

he turned to scamper back to his dorm room, already anticipating the scolding he'd get from his roommate when he recounted the experience the next morning, but the man's loud laughter had him stopping in his tracks (and not because it was the most gorgeous laugh he'd ever heard in his life, no, definitely not that).

"it's okay!" the other affirmed, light eyes twinkling even in the dull florescent lighting. "no worries - i'm scar, by the way. i just moved in this week. had a bit of a late start - the university messed up some of my accommodations and originally had me over in schaffer."

"the dorms at the top of the hill?" grian gawked, his own blunder momentarily forgotten. "how do they expect you to get up and down that every day?" "my question exactly!" scar responded. "apparently, they "didn't think about that", so...here i am. a bit behind the curve, but hey, what can you do." "complain to the dean, frankly." "tried that. he didn't seem to care." "jesus. this place sucks." "you're telling me!"

a silence fell over the two, then, and grian shifted his weight from foot to foot, suddenly feeling...exposed, under the piercing gaze from the other. he felt like scar was taking him apart with his eyes, studying every visible piece of him and stringing together opinions - conclusions - based on what he saw. fleetingly, grian wished that he'd bought that cute, matching pajama set he'd seen when he'd gone shopping with mumbo the week prior.

"anyway," scar started again, smooth voice cutting easily through the tension. "your voice is really good! i play the drums - we should hang sometime! maybe have a jammy session." "i - a...a what?" "a jammy session! y'know, where you get together and jammy out?" "scar, i think you mean jam out. a jam session?"

"oooooh," scar responded, raising a hand to scratch at his cheek. "yeah, that makes more sense. i thought there was something weird about that, but cub said 'no scar, you're right, it's a jammy session'. i should have known better than to trust that rapscallion." "oh! cub? i know cub! he's dating my roommate, mumbo!" "no way! that's so funny - small world! cub's so annoying about mumbo." "yeah, mumbo's annoying about him, too. it's kinda cute." "definitely cute." they fell into silence once more, one thankfully much less tense than the previous. grian found his eyes darting from scar's eyes to his faded t-shirt, to the small scar above his eyebrow, to the way his long, curly hair fell messily over his shoulder - taking in every aspect of his face, taking him apart in the same way that scar had done to him, mere moments earlier. maybe it was the late hour - maybe grian was more tired than he'd thought - but something about this felt like a dream...like he was going to blink and scar would be gone. he found that he didn't want that to happen. he found that he wanted to wake up tomorrow morning and get to hear that laugh again - that loud, joyful laugh - maybe every day for the rest of his life. "a jam session would be nice," he found himself saying. "maybe you can teach me how to play the drums. i'm really rubbish at most instruments, but maybe drums will be the exception?" "sounds great!" scar chirped back, a warm smile settling on his face. "we'll make a drummer out of you yet. hey - here's my number. text me in the morning, and we'll compare schedules. alright?" "yeah - okay, yeah, i'll do that. goodnight, scar." "goodnight, songbird." it was only an hour later, swaddled in blankets and the comfortable sound of mumbo's snoring, that grian realized he'd never given scar his name. ah well. that could be remedied...at a later date.

[gemini-sensei]

Thinking about Reader who is best friends with Moon and Yasmine. She's rich and pretty, curvy and gorgeous. Moon loves Reader's curves and admires them from the side for so long. They end up getting together after a day by the pool and Reader caught Moon staring. Yasmine is their number one supporter while also teasing the hell out of them. It's super sweet and they're the It couple everyone wants to be or are jealous of.

Then there's shy!Eli, who wants to be with them.

He has a big fat crush on the couple. He shares a class with them where they are so cute all of the time. Then he shares a class with just Moon and he helps her when she has questions. He and Reader are lab partners and she's so kind and sweet. They're both so good at heart and are wonderful people, it's no wonder he falls for them. Not to mention they are both absolutely gorgeous.

So when they're at the library together, he's surprised to find the couple making out between the shelves at the back of the room. They're supposed to be finding topics for a research paper, not sucking face. Not that he says anything to them about it. He's flustered to have found them and they just giggle when they realize he's there. They run away and leave him a cute little mess.

The next time he runs into them, they're getting high in Moon's car in a parking lot. He didn't know he was walking up on them smoking dope but he knew he saw them. He just wanted to make sure they were okay because he didn't think they'd just be sitting in her car. They smile when they see him and invite him to smoke. He was just at the comic shop but he has nowhere else to be, so he just shyly says yes. He just can't say no to them.

They all pile into the backseat and they give him his first blunt. He coughs and they laugh and tell him that's normal. He doesn't plan on smoking a lot of Moon's weed because he thinks that's rude, but he smokes more than he thinks he does. They're all so high and giggly.

Eli is so relaxed and unbothered by anything. He can't even worry about his lip and how the two beautiful ladies think of him because of it. He's just so mesmerized by them as they feel each other up and giggle. Then all of a sudden he's between them and Reader is feeling up his chest while Moon is kissing his neck. He's so flustered but he's so high he can hardly feel it. He's just in heaven at that moment.

Then Reader grabs his face and kisses him and it's his first kiss and amazing. He melts into it and he has a hand her waist and his other hand is on Moon's. They're taking care of him and he feels like he's on cloud nine. Reader is giggly when she pulls out of the kiss and pecks his lips again and again and again. And then he's making out with Moon while Reader plays with his hair.

They take him back to Moon's place and make out a lot more. They're too high to function and do much more than kiss and giggle and touch each other. They end up on Moon's bed and he's in between them. They keep pulling his head side to side for kisses and then sometimes they switch and are making out with each other with him watching and it's so intense but at the same time not. It's the most of any affectionate and attention Eli has ever witnessed let alone experienced. He feels so lucky and in the most genuine way too because he's a loser in his mind, why did these two beautiful ladies choose him to kiss on and make out with of all people?

When things start winding down, he does ask them that. Reader giggles and answers, "Because we like you, duh."

Mood adds, "Yeah, we've thought you're super cute for a while now. And your so nice. And kind. And handsome..."

"Me? Handsome?" he stutters.

They hum and nod and snuggle up to him. They're tired now, the weed making them sleepy on top of all the furious making out and groping and touching they've been doing. Eli himself can barely keep his eyes open.

"So handsome," Moon hums.

Reader brushes her thumb over Eli's scar. "Amd sexy... in a cute nerdy way."

They giggle and kiss his face, tickling him and he laughs and blushes and can't believe he's in this situation. What does this all mean?

Well, when they're all sober, the ladies ask Eli to be their boyfriend and he shyly agrees. They pull him in for lots of kisses and hugs and little make out sessions. It's tooth-rottingly sweet but Eli couldn't be happier. Here he was thinking he'd never get a girlfriend and then all of a sudden he has two. Two amazing, sweet, lovely girlfriends.

[aworld-inpink]

just a quick warning, I do read most of the cast as trans in some way, especially the siblings, so if you get easily triggered by stuff like that, just don't interact please 😸

please be respectful of the space I have curated ★

Trans Obey Me! Headcanons ("brothers" edition)

Lucifer:

transmasc Luci genuinely brings me so much joy

like, the idea of him being the oldest and first to come out?

im in love

Lucifer is one of the more cut and dry ones to me

but I do love people who draw/write him as transfem, theyre the biggest troopers ever

Luci definitely acts as the main support for a lot of the others

especially when it comes to appointments for hormones

he/him, FtM

Mammon:

i am so insanely obsessed with this man

me and him are t4t trust

nah, but for realz

trans guy Mammon with the COOLEST top surgery scars, you will not catch them lacking

probably got a sick ass tattoo to give them a cool shape too

similar to the white on his chest in his demon design

off topic, but chubby Mammon actually makes me 🤤

need to be squished between his thighs yesterday bro

jjhjhjhjh they're so handsome look at that little guy go

i feel like he would say his pronouns are he/him but secretly wouldn't mind they/them also

he just feels like he would be seen as less of a guy

i love them

he/they, FtM (and so devastatingly bisexual (affectionate))

Levi:

everybody say thank you to Levi for inventing being transgender

she ..... she's my everything

if Mammons my boyfriend she's my wife bro

(Mammons my favourite, Levi just has more whimsy)

gamer girl

i NEED her bathwater gang you don't understand ......

i made a whole post about transfem Levi, you should check it out ;)

tho trans guy Levi also has a special place in my heart and my bed (he's just like me fr)

do you wanna know the good that flat girl Levi would do for the ecosystem??

it would end climate change

she/her, MtF, Ruri chan was her trans awakening (half joking (not really))

Satan:

oh Satan the demon that you are

yknow they do say that Satan invented the gays

this NERD

book lover? likes cats? BLONDE?

how much more she/he/they can you get bro

demon born out of hatred, aged from transgenderism

that's all I'm saying

do you think Satan would feel the need to tie himself down to one specific gender identity?

fool.

Satan is everything and Satan is nothing

she/he/they, shrugs (genderfluid would be most accurate, but they're mostly unlabeled)

Asmo:

see the fandom argues about Asmo all the time

"is it ethical to headcanon them as trans just cause they're feminine?"

well, no, not necessarily, but that's besides the point

Asmo's similar to Satan in the way of not being tied to one specific gender or expression

but I feel like she's much more aligned to being a guy than Satan is

like, he doesn't mind other pronouns and sometimes enjoys them

but I think she's bigender with a heavy masc lean

expression wise he's more fem, but gender wise she's more masc

she/him, bigender and so full of love

Beel:

him.

i. i love him so much.

he's genuinely one of the sweetest characters in the game, and someone I would genuinely like irl

anyways however

I feel like this one is very stereotypical of me

cause this is the same headcanon as most of the trans part of the fandom

but Beel is so very trans man

like, didn't have top surgery just exercised to turn his boobs into pecs typa trans man

he's so powerful

and so lovely

and so, so transgender

he/him, FtM

Belphie:

similar to Levi, I do actually have a separate post just about Belphie

so if you want a less brief headcanon, check it out

anyways

Beel and Belphie are both trans to me, even in scenarios when I don't see the others as such

but my thing about Belphie is massively projection and based off my own identity

I think Belphie is also trans, but doesn't pass, doesn't want surgery, and doesn't necessarily want testosterone

like, I think he would feel a bit isolated from his siblings, especially Beel sometimes, since they're all relatively passing

but Beel would reassure him and they would cuddle on bad dysphoria days together, tons of snacks piled onto the bed for Beel and movies on autoplay for background noise :)

he/him, nonbinary

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hear me out.

Ken with someone who has stretch marks/scars and beauty marks here and there and Ken is just fascinated with them

Ken would oh most defiantly be fascinated by the things you’ve been conditioned to believe were unappealing.

So whenever you found Ken just stare at you, naturally you thought he was staring at your many ‘imperfections.’ Completely unaware of the lovesick look within his eyes as he looks you over with a dopey smile.

He can’t help it! I mean look at you! Your so handsome/beautiful/gorgeous/charming and so much more! Ken just wants to admire the masterpiece before him and engrave each and every aspect to memory.

Your beauty marks

Your acne/and or acne scaring

Your stretch marks/ and or scars

Ken will memorise it all because to him, they’re the most beautiful aspects of your person. According to Ken, these things that you don’t like about yourself, served their purpose in enhancing your beauty even more.

Also in Ken’s eyes, having these things made you the most unique person he’s ever met outside of BarbieLand where everyone were basically dolls.

Mini Drabble;

‘Ken…’

‘Hmmm?’

‘Am I pretty/handsome/Beautiful?’

At your question Ken was immediately on his feet and in front of you with worry laced in his cerulean eyes. ‘Of course you are! I’m looking at the most dashing/handsome/pretty/beautiful person I’ve ever meet.’ He truthfully admits, his hands holding your face as his thumbs caressed the places where your beauty marks/acne scarring were. Ken’s voice barely above a whisper as he asked, ‘What’s brought this up sweetheart? You know how I feel about you, is today one of those bad days you’ve told me about?’

You didn’t say anything but that was enough confirmation for Ken as he then said, ‘welp you know what that means.’ But before you could ask what he meant by that, Ken had already begun to pepper kisses against your cheeks whilst his hands kept your face in place, just so it’d be easier for him to love on every aspect of your face with his ‘healing kisses’ or as he calls them whenever you got like this.

Ken genuinely didn’t know why you were forced to feel bad or ashamed of your stretch marks, of your acne/ acne scaring and your beauty marks, and if he ever met the very people who made you feel like that, he’s sooo going to beach them off for making his favourite person upset about their natural body. Your a god/deity/goddess in the blondes eyes, Ken has even made songs about every facet of your body and how much he loves them, along with a long winded verse where he’d wish you loved all these things about yourself as much as he does. However Ken was blessed with an never ending amount of love to give out, so he was more then content to love on them for the both of you, and he’ll continue to love the parts you didn’t like until you learnt to love them yourself; No matter how long that may take, Ken was a patient man who just wants you to be confident in your own skin and see what he was blessed to see.

Even when you do suffer from bad days, Ken will tell you how much he loved your stretch marks or lightning strikes as he likes to call them because of how cool he found your stretch marks.

He’d call your acne/ acne scars ‘twinkle twinkle stars.’ It’s a bonus if any of your acne scars do resemble a star or something similar as he’s absently tracing over them with the pads of his fingers. (I’d like to call my acne and acne scarring stars cuz it makes me feel overall better about them)

He’d write a whole arse essay on why your beauty mark is called a beauty mark for a reason before it descends into ramblings on pretty he found it and how how it’s a distinct feature that helps him distinguish you from the rest in a positive way because of how much he loved your differences compared to others.

Again Ken just thinks your unique, one of a kind for having such things as stretch marks, acne and or acne scarring, or beauty marks.

[m2ok]

Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcannons

Simon Riley X M!Reader

A/N: the man, the myth, the legend. His time has come and he won’t be spared from my gay agenda.

I’m so sorry y’all, but he would not be easy to get with. I think the only way you’d be able to even attract him was if you were part of the 141 task force.

It would take a very long time to even be his friend. He’s not a very trusting person especially of new people, and he would be wary of you at first. He’d do a thorough background check himself to make sure you wouldn’t comprise the team.

It would start with him trusting you as a teammate, just as he does the other men. Eventually you’d lead up to some light banter with him through comms on missions, dumb little jokes exchanged that neither of you laughed at but still found amusing.

I think it would take legitimate years to get to the point of dating him. He’d be very hesitant about getting into a romantic relationship with you. He’s just been closed off for so long it’s not something he ever put much thought into.

Not gonna lie I think he’d be in denial about his sexuality. I don’t think he would be homophobic because I genuinely think he does not care about that kind of thing, but I think he’d have trouble coming to terms with himself liking other guys.

The beginning would definitely have its issues. I don’t think he would be a cold or uncaring lover, I mean he’d have to care for you very deeply to even entertain a relationship, but he would be terrible with communicating anything.

He doesn’t really understand his own feelings so trying to navigate that and your own would overwhelm him at first. Lots of late night talks about how you should go about this and how to make the relationship work.

When things finally settled down and you fell into a nice rhythm he’d start with the actual romance aspect of your relationship.

Absolutely no pda whatsoever, but alone in one of your rooms? He’d be all over you. He hasn’t felt human touch that was soft and kind and gentle in so long and now that he finally has it he finds it hard to let go.

He likes holding you in his arms, completely engulfing you with himself because he wants to protect you and he knows that if you’re wrapped up in him nothing can harm you.

Since he’s not great at communicating he would talk through his actions. He would make you a cup of tea/coffee in the morning just the way you like it, he’d wash your clothes when he did his own just to help you out a little, bring you water if he noticed you hadn’t had enough that day. Just small, simple things to show you that he loves you.

Please tell him you’re proud of him, that he’s come so far and that he’s a good man. He loves words of affirmation especially from you. He grew up never really getting that so now he subconsciously craves it as an adult. He just wants to know he’s doing a good job.

I don’t think he would outwardly blush or get flustered, but he’d feel it inside like his heart beat would get louder and he’d look away from you.

Showed you his face before he showed the rest of the team. You were probably just lounging around one night, cuddling on the couch with your legs in his lap and his hands on your thighs. Talking about whatever you did that day when he’d reach up and just pull it over.

He was nervous that you didn’t like what you saw since you were quiet for a good number of seconds, and he immediately started preparing himself for you ending the relationship.

So when you reached over and cupped his face like he was made of porcelain he was shocked. Eyes all wide and staring into yours as you took in every feature of his face. The few freckles, the scars, the light stubble, even his little dimples. You were committing all of it to memory.

“You’re so….” You were at a loss for words and that once again terrified him. What if you decided after looking at him long enough that you didn’t like him?

“Pretty. Handsome. The most breathtaking person I’ve ever seen” he’d absolutely melt in your arms. Wouldn’t let you go for the rest of the night.

He’s not a good kisser. I’m so sorry but this man is so out of practice and awkward with it. He’s a quick learner, though, and he’d catch on to what you like quickly and adapt to that.

Loves kissing you. Doesn’t even have to be on the lips, though that’s one of his favorites. Foreheads kisses are also on the top tier list for him especially if you’re shorter than him. It’s just easy access.

If you’re taller than him he’ll grab you by the collar and yank you down to kiss your forehead anyways. Either way it’s getting a lil smooch every hour on the hour.

Before you came along he thought he would just stay in the military until he eventually died, but with you being around he found that he has more to live for now than just his job. He wants to settle down with you eventually, though not anytime soon.

He wants to live in a nice little house with you far away from civilization. I think this man would thrive with a small farm. It would keep him busy everyday and give just a bit more purpose to his life, plus I don’t think he’d do well with no work to do after he leaves the military.

I cant see him being extremely good with woodworking like Price is, but I think he’d be able to do simple things like shelves, maybe a night stand or a small cabinet.

I think if he took up any sort of woodwork it would be whittling. I can see him sitting outside on the porch, in an old beat up wooden rocking chair carving a little animal out of a piece of wood and his favorite pocket knife. The little critters would be all over your house and he’d carve the both of you out of your favorite animals to keep on the table.

All in all I think it would take a very long time to get with him and to fully adjust into a relationship, but once it does he’s just a gentle, loving man.

As always, requests are open.

[lambourngb]

six sentence sunday

so even though I have 203 wips, I signed up for kinktober on FighterTown. Only a 100 words, sure I can write something short... but then I was given prostitution as my prompt. Listen, I know all the fucked up parts of sex work, the power dynamic is fucked, even in places where it's legal... that said, but I'm also a gremlin fic reader, so I just had to write a Pretty Woman AU for IceMav.

The window slowly went down, the driver was leaning across the front interior to pump the handle. Incredible. The car was probably one of the most expensive to ever be produced but it apparently lacked power windows. “Hey-”

Ice pasted a smile on his face, and leaned down at the stranger’s call, letting his shirt billow open for the driver to see his whole chest down to the dark furrow of hair at his belt buckle. “Hello,” he purred back, peering into the low set sport scar. He had expected the driver to be someone recognizably famous or someone old with money, but neither turned out to be true. 

He was around the same age, or slightly younger to Ice’s eye, with dark messy hair and sparkling green eyes. The smile he shot at Ice was crooked, and there was the faintest bump that spoke of an old healed nose fracture. Those mild imperfections  only highlighted the perfect symmetry of his cheekbones and the white-flash of his grin. In one word, though, he was gorgeous.

When Ice had first started in this type of work, he had to learn to separate his desire for men from the act, because beggars could not be choosers when it came to johns, literally. It was a job, and most people did not enjoy their jobs, broadly speaking. Of course, he had to push down the recent memory of being in the Navy, because god dammit he had loved what he did back then, even if he didn’t love the rules that had governed his behavior. Still. That life was over, and now he was used to turning a blind eye to soft white middle-aged bellies, and hairy backs, ignoring the bad breath and then imperfect skin. It was a job, he reminded himself, and not every job was pleasant.

This guy on the other hand- he was the furthest thing from what Ice had conditioned himself to accept. With one look, an old, neglected part of Ice perked up, something he belatedly recognized as genuine attraction. The stranger was dangerous.

“I was hoping you could help me-”

Ice lifted one eyebrow at the stranger, “I’m at your….service.” For once it didn’t feel like a line.

“So I’m lost,” the stranger explained with a boyish grin, gesturing around the dim neighborhood. Ice lifted his eyebrow a little higher at him because that had been a line offered a time or two from a nervous first-timer. “I’m trying to find the La Abber-barrage? Or maybe it’s aubergine? That’s a color, right?”

He had to wince at the poor pronunciation, the stranger clearly did not know French any more than he knew how to drive a manual shift supercar. “Do you mean the L’Auberge? The hotel?”

“Shit, that’s it! How do you say it again?”

“L’Auberge,” He repeated slowly, the years of studying French and his air carrier duty near the old colonial holdings in the South Pacific came back with ease. “It’s not a color, it means hotel or inn in French. You’re very lost then,” The handsome man waited for an explanation, looking adorably befuddled by the information, until Ice continued, “You’re in San Diego now. You’re trying to find the L’Auberge Del Mar, which is in… Del Mar.”

[dragons-bones]

FFXIV Write Entry #9: The Heart of Things

Prompt: fair || Master Post || On AO3

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It is a common element of Gyr Abanian folk stories, particularly the ones told to children, that the wisest and most heroic of characters are the ones bearing heavy scars or twisted features or the sharpest of tongues. One-Eyed Odin lives in the wild heart of the Dimwold, preferring the company of ravens and diakka and her wife to people, but the withered crone will grumblingly lead lost children by the hand back to their villagers as she teaches them the dangers and bounty of the bog, or appear at a wandering war-prince’s campfire, on her way to visit one of her many sisters, to share her hard-won wisdom (and perhaps even offer a token to help him win the day). Her son, Vidar of the Iron Arm, is brave but war-weary, his face a canyon of scars, but his equally scarred hands have gently escorted many a maiden across the mountain paths to the homes of their bridegrooms.

Synnove’s adult, analytical mind knows—or at least suspects, since her scholarly pursuits focus on mathematics and aetherology rather than history and folklore—that such stories likely evolved to teach the children of Gyr Abania to respect the veterans of the many wars and battles their people have fought. War has been the major source of her people’s coin since Ala Mhigo first rose on the shores of Loch Seld over a thousand years ago, and is war not kind to the body or the mind.

Inevitably, many of the villains of her childhood are beautiful: the Queen of Stone and Snow, cruel and capricious as the avalanches that wipe out herds and villages; Roric Silvertongue, whose prowess with a bow and manipulations both leads to the death of three kings before Princess Elysande comes out of the north to reclaim her birthright; Wicked Audr the Facestealer, who sows chaos simply for the joy of it using their thousand and one faces, each one flawless and radiant. Not that the reverse never happens: the Bone Eater is made to be as ugly on the outside as the inside, for example, and even in her old age, One-Eyed Odin’s wife Freyja is the most beautiful woman in Abalathia, and the kindest.

But Gyr Abanian lore, for the most part, warns of a beautiful face and a smooth tongue, and for all that Synnove grew up just as much on Ul’dahn tales which feature the opposite, those are the ones that lurk most often in the back of her mind.

Which is, perhaps, why she is so surprised that she isn’t wary of one Ser Aymeric de Borel.

The man is absurdly handsome and could have stepped off the pages of a storybook with a flawless face, hair as black as pitch, and eyes a clear and icy blue. His voice is a low, smooth tenor, his manners exquisite, his smile a picture-perfect politician’s. The stories of Wicked Audr and Roric Silvertongue hiss at her to beware; the ten years of living in Ul’dah remind her that pretty promises have less pretty prices.

But for all that during that first meeting he plays Alphinaud like a well-tuned fiddle, there’s a thread of earnestness about him. There was no hiding his genuine pleasure at meeting herself and her sisters; no hiding at all the spark of delight when he saw her specifically. That the carbuncles don’t seem to mind him, even like him (well, Galette and Tyr do—Ivar not liking someone is just a fact of life), is certainly a major point in his favor, too.

It’s that meeting in the Jeweled Crozier, the first time she ever sees him outside his office as Lord Commander, where she truly lets herself be charmed. There’s no artifice in his laughter, no scheming in his offer to treat her and Galette to hot chocolate. After the ruin of the Scions during the banquet and the otherwise cold reception she and her family have received from Ishgard outside House Fortemps, his warm regard is a soothing balm.

It isn’t until well into their stay in Ishgard, the conspiracy of the Dragonsong War slowly unraveling, that Synnove has a realization. She has spent a considerable amount of time with Ser Aymeric; they’ve run into one another on errands or various excursions into the city, and he’s come to Fortemps Manor more than once to invite her to a luncheon, or a café, or just a walk around one of the parks. “And Galette, and Tyr, and Ivar, are more than welcome to join if they so want to, of course.”

She is alone in the library she’s commandeered, because there is too much downtime for her to sit idly and not work on arcanima research even without most of her resources on hand, not even the carbuncles present. She is in the middle of drafting a revision to Galette’s Garuda-egi subprogram, when uncharacteristically, her mind begins to wander away from aetherophysics and to the handsome man she had had coffee with just yesterday. His cheerful greeting to their waitress and asking after her family before she took their order, the sparkle of his eyes as he recommended the chocolate torte, the soft rumble of his laugh as she told him about the firt time Ivar decided to take a nap in a working oven, which of course was the bread oven in the Gate mess, the warmth of his smile…

He’s courting me.

Synnove sets down her pen and stares unseeing at the far wall as her mind runs a malm a minute.

She’s never dreamed of romance or courting or marriage. She had just…fallen into her previous relationship, and what a mess that had been. Though, perhaps it wouldn’t have turned so ugly if they had courted properly, getting to know one another, realizing they weren’t much of a good fit after all. (Realizing the carbuncles hadn’t liked her chosen lady at all, and really, that needs to be top of her list for anything.)

She’s certainly never dreamed of an ideal partner, either, be they male or female or other. Her preferences in the rare bedmates she’s had in the past skew towards taller than her and stronger, but that’s not really the same. She supposes if she had to choose, it would be someone with whom she could have a relationship like her Aunt Angharad and Uncle Tyr did, or Grandmother and Grandfather.

Her memories of her childhood in Ala Mhigo are greyed out by time, but she remembers the feeling of those relationships if not the particulars. The comfortable silences between Auntie and Uncle as they leaned into one another, the way Grandfather would lead Grandmother in an impromptu waltz, gentle with her fragile bones as her soft laughter followed them down the halls. The respect, the care, the love. The work they had put into it.

Synnove thinks of how Ser Aymeric asks her questions about her job as an arcanist; he doesn’t always understand the high theory she has a tendency to segue into when she speaks more of her research than her duty as an agent of the thalassocracy, but he listens, and asks more questions to clarify. She thinks of his enthusiasm when she asks about him about a favorite book, or the soft, fond grief when she gently inquires about his parents, or the thin thread of frustration when he speaks on the stagnation of Ishgard's society. She thinks of the way the timber of his voice sends butterflies fluttering in her stomach, the way his midnight hair sometimes falls into his lovely blue eyes when he tilts his head and winks at her, the way he gently kisses her knuckles in greeting or departure. She thinks of how utterly delighted he was when Galette decided she was going to ride on his shoulders one day in the park, his chest puffing out with pride as he described the history of the rose gardens to them.

She thinks of it all, of what it could mean for her and for him and for them. She thinks of all the stories she was told as a child where a beautiful face could lead to ruin, but also the ones that say it didn’t matter if the face was beautiful or ugly, just that the heart was kind and just. She thinks of all the work it would take to make a Lord Commander and a Warrior of Light fit.

It would be worth it.

Synnove thinks of it all, and smiles.

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[iamthemain-character]

Merry x reader where they were friends before the while shebang and when Merry and the others come back to the shire Merry accidentally reveals his feelings and stuff

(also if the reader could be pretty ugly as well ty)

Hello, thanks for requesting!!! A little note, I genuinely don’t believe anyone is ugly, but I tried to hint that the reader wasn’t conventionally attractive. Remember, just because you don’t fit other people’s standards doesn’t mean that you’re not beautiful in your own way. <3

Coming Back For You

Merry Brandybuck x reader

gender neutral pronouns

TW: Reader is kinda sad in the beginning, mentions of assuming people are dead

LOTR Masterlist

16 months and 19 days.

Once the hobbits’ mysterious disappearances had reached 6 months, most people started to assume that they were dead. Memorials were held, condolences were given, but by the 12 month mark, life had returned to a sense of normalcy.

But for Y/n Y/l/n, life couldn’t be normal again. Merry Brandybuck, one of the missing hobbits, was their best friend. His absence left a large, unfilled hole in their life.

Merry and Y/n had been neighbors since childhood, running around and getting into scrapes and messes from the time they could talk. Merry was the one who stood up for Y/n when the other children would tease them about their looks. He would always wipe Y/n’s tears away, reassuring them that they were [beautiful/handsome] to him. Merry was the one who helped Y/n get their very first job waiting tables at the tavern, and he was their best customer, always making sure they got enough tips at the end of the night. With Merry, Y/n felt safe, like they could just be themself. Their heart had recently complicated things a bit; heart flutters and blushing became more and more frequent when Y/n and Merry would touch. Still, he was their best friend, and their life felt complete with him.

So when Merry went missing without a word, Y/n’s entire life felt like it had been uprooted. Their days were dreary and long, unable to see their friend’s cheery smile or hear his contagious laugh. Y/n’s heart was hurt and heavy, and it felt like they would never be able to smile again.

Y/n refused to believe Merry was dead; no matter what the other hobbits would say, Y/n remained in denial. In their heart, they knew he wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be dead. So every week, Y/n would go to Merry’s house to dust and clean in case he ever came back. It was also therapeutic for them, being able to be surrounded by his things and his essence. Sometimes Y/n would entertain the hope that they would be cleaning and Merry would walk right in through the door, sweeping them up into a hug and launching into his story about where he had been gone. But as weeks blended into months, and the months blended into a year, that hope became dimmer and dimmer.

Now it was almost 17 months since Merry had disappeared. It was fall, and the crunchy leaves underneath Y/n’s feet as they walked to his house. They stopped at the door, pausing a moment to close their eyes.

“One last time.” Y/n whispered under their breath.

As they pressed their hand against the door, but stepped back in shock when it gave, creaking as it swung on its hinges. Y/n took great care to close the door whenever they were finished, so, alarmed, they threw the door open.

And there in front of Y/n’s eyes was the hobbit they so dearly loved. Merry had lost a lot of weight, his hair was longer, and his skin was covered with visible scars. But when he turned around, Merry’s beautiful green eyes, though a bit sadder, lit up when he saw Y/n.

The pair rushed together, wrapping their arms around each other as if they would never let go again. Merry pressed Y/n impossibly closer to him, taking in the feeling of having them near again. Tears freely fell from both pairs of eyes, their hearts bursting with emotions.

“Meriadoc Brandybuck, where on middle earth have you been?” Y/n had meant to joke, but their voice failed them, coming out as a desperate whisper.

“I’m so sorry. There was this thing with Frodo and a ring, and then we had to save the entire world, I swear I never meant to leave you this long.”

Reluctantly pulling back, Y/n looked at Merry quizzically. “You saved the entire world???”

Merry laughed at that, shaking his head. “I’ll tell you about all that, I promise, but I need to tell you something else first.”

Merry took Y/n’s face in his hands, thumbs stroking over their cheeks as he drank in the sight of their face. His voice was hushed and reverent when he spoke. “These past months, I have seen and done things I never would have thought of two years ago. I have lost my way, and lost friends, and seen a whole world outside of The Shire.” Merry paused here, swallowing hard as tears glistened in his eyes. “But no matter what happened, all I could think about was you. How I missed you, how I wished I could have you with me, how I had to protect you. The thought of returning to you was the only thing that kept me going. You are the only thing that mattered to me Y/n.”

“Merry, what are you saying?

“I’m saying that I love you Y/n.”

Shock washed over Y/n as they heard those three words. Despite wanting to hear them for so long, they couldn’t believe it.

“But I’m not [pretty/handsome], I’m not clever, I’m not-“

Merry shook his head furiously, as if he wanted to shake the thoughts out of their head. “Y/n, you don’t see yourself as I see you. You are everything I could ever want, and I love you. I love you Y/n; could you possibly love me too?”

Tears threatened to spill over again as Y/n nodded their head. “Yes Merry, yes, I love you.”

Smiling, Merry leaned in and kissed Y/n. His arms wrapped around their waist, and their hands found their way to his hair. All the longing, all the hope, and all the passion was poured into that kiss, as if they were making up for lost time, but also making a promise for the future.

[1moreoffkeyanthem]

my wife my life, i have ojv brainrot -- will you please go into crazy amount of detail about what the style boys look like to you in the ojv? what kind of outfits they like to wear? comfort sweaters/shirts? <3 also i love you i am waving $50s and shouting louder than everyone else to be noticed i'm the ride or die bi disaster ojc kenny of the irl

ASHFVGKKVHLJK MY DARLING WIFE HI AND FUCK YEAH!!!!! Helllll yes!!! Ok ok I’m bouta go *rm Jersey voice* AWF!! (This is gonna be so long im sorry)

So OrangeJuiceVerse style my BELOVEDS!!! Ohhhhh my god these two own my entire goddamn soul! And smh they’re so pretty in their own right!!!

OJV Stan… he is a fucking stereotypical DREAM MAN! Kyle is down astronomically bad. Like I’m talkin tall dark and handsome, total sweetheart, inherently boyish charm that just makes everyone adore him! His heart of gold and that deep melancholy he sometimes gets behind those sapphire eyes make him all the more alluring! So this is what our affable Everyman looks like to me:

He is TALL (hit his last growth spurt between sophomore and junior year), like tops off at a lil over 6’2 and is the second tallest of the ojverse Star Seven also he’s BUILT AS HELL?!? In high school his physique could be attributed to the myriad of physically demanding hobbies he cycled through (football in particular when he started dreaming of going pro rip to that) and work on Randy’s Fuckass Farm (fuck u randy). But when he’s older he gets softer, sure (best pillow ever) but keeps working out JUST so he can hold every animal ever like a BABY!!! If you want an approximate art reference of young adult OJV Stan, @bunytime ’s drawings on here for SURE! Like he is tall and strong and BUILT FOR HUGS!!!

Blue blue BLUE eyes like not scary stare into your soul but this soft deep shade that reminds you of calm waters and gemstones peeking from the depths of the shadows of his brows. Just gentle waves and clear dusk light.

Ojv Stan didn’t go through the ever popular bleached hair headcanon, most of my Stans didn’t, but this one bc on the brink of a SadSack episode he mentioned getting Kenny to pierce his ears and dye his hair and (this was before they were dating) Kyle was like NO!!! Bc he always loved Stan’s classic all american look and knows him well enough to know that he would’ve hated it a few days later.

DIMPLES!! TWO OF EM!! And his smile is SO sweet his whole face splits omg my sweet boy!!! And he has tiny, almost imperceptible random scars in various places from childhood tomfoolery, especially on his hands bc he sometimes rivals Kenny in recklessness, and those hands are so rough but so TENDER when they touch you and he’s so aware of his own size and inherent ruggedness that completely juxtaposes his personality and it’s so!!! (God forgive me I’m thinking about nsfw ojv style hcs now)

Aight so OJV Stan IS greasy to some extent, c’mon he’s very Boy, but (this is important) only when he’s having a rough time mentally. Like he’s one of those people where while his horrendous lack of style doesn’t change much, you can tell by the stubble and the gross hair when he’s not doing well. Uhhh later down the timeline he has a beard tho. The bear jokes definitely emerge.

And for his style choices ohhhhh my god this man CANNOT fuckin dress!!! I’m constantly putting ojverse Stan in my clothes bc WHAT is this guy doing wearing the “Bigfoot is real I made s’mores with him” shirt and he is GENUINELY confused when he can’t wear jeans to something formal. His socks are STUPID and GIMMICKY and never match, and his wallet has a million keychains HIS BACKPACK omg like every stereotypical veggie boy he has alll the vegan loser pins and patches. Animal activist Stan forever.

A very casual dresser tbh, t shirts and jeans, sweatpants, hoodies (that have mostly been confiscated by Kyle) like he truly sucks at clothes unless he’s going stupid abt a Halloween costume. He kinda relies on Ky to know what looks good on him irl, bc Kyle is VERY reactive when he’s dressed a certain way and Kyle climbing him= ah yes I look Not Disheveled right to jail for both of them.

Oh KYLE!!! From Stan’s pov??? OJV Stan is a huge fucking fantasy loser and he only knows the word “ethereal” bc he’s a nerd and it describes Kyle. On GOD OJV Kyle is so pretty!!! Like Stanley Down Bad Marsh is ENTHRALLED!!! Always, like since he knew what beauty was, beauty was Kyle.

Ojverse Kyle keeps his hair a little past his shoulders since like freshman year of high school, his HAIRRRRR lord those gorgeous red curls, Stan simply cannot get enough of them, that ponytail, the half bun, the little braids Marj used to do when she and Ky would hang solo… dear god Stan will not shut up about his beautiful elf kings hair. Like hair wise if u want a reference picture the homie @grimsbane ‘s long hair Kyle EXEPT

My guy, OJV Kyle is TINY. Not as short as Kenny and Tweek, but close and definitely skinny to the point where if he misses a meal EVERYONE is on his bony ass bc 1) diabetes and 2) they all know his past with eds and no one’s gonna let that shit get its claws on him again! Unfortunately, OJV Kyle has a really hard time gaining weight, but as an adult he’s fully recovered, just kinda slim and at risk of health problems from the damage he did, but he’s mostly ok.

Ky topped off at 5’7 and was the tallest of the m5 in 7th grade and then EVERYONE but Kenny surpassed him WHICH he was pissed abt for a while. But he kinda stopped caring once he and Stan got together bc Stan wasn’t thattt much taller at first (and then this mf got huge) but Kyle was… VERY INTO THAT! It’s so unserious bc when they’re older Kyle’s like dude just fuckin toss me around and Stan WILL NOT because he’s NERVOUS and also traumatized from the ONE time he reinjured Kyle’s bad knee during Super Best Spicy Time (yes that’s what his loser ass named the sex playlist) but when Ky gets in the mood he wants to be manhandled frfr (I will do a nsfw headcanon post prolly) like the SIZE DIFFERENCE kyle is so spicy 100% calls the shots out here climbin Staniel like a tree.

He’s pale as fuck, cannot tan at allll this dude will not go outside without sunscreen bc he IS Sheila’s son and had it drilled into him that they are pale redheads and uv rays are not their friend, BUT his freckles are faint and so prettttttyyyyy he doesn’t even hate them bc Stan loves them and Kyle loves Stan (losers) he’s got a little group of them on his left cheekbone that Stan INSISTS looks like a heart aaaaaaaaaa

Good lord those eyes. Like you look into them and you are LOST in the most beautiful woods you have ever SEEN!!! I’m serious his eyes look like a forest, green and threaded with occasional brown like tree trunks and they are MAGNETIC!!! He is POINTY too like his features are sharp but his eyes are comfortable and it’s just a beautiful balance.

I’m fully of the belief that this lil redhead is a CHRONIC CLOTHES STEALER!!! Sneaky lil fox like if he’s comfy at home he’s 100% wearing Stan’s lame ass “earth day 2013” hoodie or some shit BUT!!!

His actual clothing is VERY much hot professional dark academia vibes the sweaters, the reading glasses, that hair, like he’s so cute in his button ups and when he stops wearing cargo pants so much in college (man likes pockets change my mind) Stan is SALIVATING bc he can see the sbf’s lithe legs better and he wants to SNAG him smh down horrendous. Kyle wears a lotta green, bc we ginger losers know that’s our COLOR and he looks GORGEOUS in jewel tones what a PRETTY BOY!!! Favorite item of clothing is DEFINITELY Stan’s Peace Love Pine Trees hoodie!!!

They do have friendship (lovers) bracelets that Kenny made them btw

Ok I THINK that’s what I got for now on what they look like but lord knows I’ll probably be more insane later NINA MY BELOVED WIFE THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS

[mr-tony-stark]

Tony could have gotten into a huge argument about how attractive Clint was. For starters, to even throw Danny Rand into the mix. Danny was the off brand knock off blonde heartthrob compared to either Steve or Clint. In Tony's mind, that was like taking the pepsi coke challenge and throwing in RC cola.

There was no hiding that Tony found both Steve and Clint extremely attractive, and if you wanted to compare Steve to a Ken doll he could see it. They were both very perfect and very wholesome. They both had very strong queer vibes. But there was a reason Ken looked like Ken. He was supposed to be good looking. So saying someone wasn't good looking because they resembled a Ken Doll was a stupid arguement.

The thing was, Clint really only superficially resembled a Ken Doll. Yeah, he was tall and blond and muscular. But he was muscular in a way that media could never quite understand. Clint was muscular not because he worked out to get muscles. He was muscular because the way he lived his life required him to be. He used a bow with a 200lb draw weight, on the fly, while leaping off rooftops. He used his thighs to hold himself onto the side of vehicles while using both his arms to shoot at things. The other thing that Clint had that made him just look nothing like a ken doll, was that his life had left marks on his body. He was usually sporting at least a few band-aids, if not actually bandages. He was scarred. His hand were rough and calloused. Steve you could compare to a Ken Doll because he always healed perfectly. Clint didn't, and those imperfections made him not just real, but it took him from handsome directly to hot.

And that didn't even touch on Clint's eyes. Clint genuinely had the most beautiful eyes Tony had ever seen. It was a fact he would have argued before he'd started falling for Clint, and now he was, he genuinely could get lost in them. The blue glittered like jewels and clear. When Tony looked into them, it reminded him of looking into one of those pools of water that you could see the bottom, but had no idea how deep it actually was.

There was no point arguing with a person why they didn't think they were attractive though. People rarely saw the truth about their own looks. It was better to show them over time how you saw them. So that was what Tony would do.

Clint mentions using arrows on the the pap's cameras and Tony looks at him from the corner of his eye. "They are all using digital cameras. I could take them out with an EMP. It'd wipe all the photos they'd already taken - though they might have already uploaded them. But it would definitely just ruin the cameras. It might also affect your hearing aids though - I did put in protection against things like that into your hearing aids, but I am standing really close to you. It'll definitely take out a bunch of things out around us. But if you want me to... no one would know what happened."

He looked down at Brandy in the stroller, she wasn't quite asleep yet. "Brandy will definitely be asleep when we get home," he said. "So I'll put her down. After that? Well I'm happy to keep this date going. You want to come in for coffee, Clint?"

The reality as they were here today, and there was chemistry here. It started with heat, and it had been toxic. Tony was right to call it that, and Clint thinks mirthfully that he should start wearing an Iron Man was Right t-shirt around. Granted, now he'd be called out for a clear bias. (oh, he will still call out every time this man he was wrong).

But right now, it's nice to float a little in the clouds with him. YOU'RE A BIT OF A ROMANTIC, AREN'T YOU? ❝ Baby, you don't know the half of it. ❞ Clint's not sure if he's using the word properly, but he lived firmly in the land and law of romanticism, or romantics. ARCHERY? FIGHTING WITH A BOW AND ARROW? ⸻ THAT'S ROMANCE.

Clint wants to stew when Tony turns his words back around on him, calling his eyes pretty. HE KNEW THEY WERE. ❝ C'mon, that's like saying Iron Fist or Captain America is pretty; I'm a dollar store Ken, just another blonde hair, blue eyed futzabout. ❞ This meant war, Tony doesn't know it yet, but he was going to prove that Tony's blue eyes were the prettiest (or at least the prettier of two).

His cheeks are still burning up from his own almost slip. I LO⸺ Finish that out and he would said something about Tony he L-O-V-E-D. It's been, actually, longer than most of his relationships before he said saying things, like I LOVE THIS and I LOVE THAT about his partner, jumping right into the I LOVE YOUs to follow.

So him not saying it now, was probably progress. As Tony said to Amanda, they were very new and feeling it out. The bigger things like sex, words, and big commitment (which oh god, he was throwing himself into that with Tony and he wanted it).

WANT IT ALL ⸻ IN THE FUTURE.

The sound of all the dates, it felt like hope for a brighter future than the one that had been on the horizon. Clint's starting to see past the weeds, closer to sixty days sober than thirty. ❝ You are forgetting HIKING dates, and camping away weekends, and getting in all the dirt and mud. ❞ He teases, because he thinks that Tony will appease the outdoorsy side of Clint. ❝ Wilderness retreat dates. ❞

They get up from out of the booth, and Clint made the good call. Can see that Brandy was about to shut down if they didn't move her now. She's rubbing at her face, and Clint reaches to rub her back at Tony holds her. AND OH, THAT SENSE OF BOYFRIENDS WITH THEIR BABY. . . . Clint wants for Tony and Brandy to come out of the bathroom, and once they do they get on their way.

He wants to go to hold Tony's hand, but he won't. ❝ If I wouldn't get in trouble for it, than the trouble would be so worth it to putty arrow every camera. ❞ They aren't being followed right now, hasn't clocked anyone trying to stalk Tony Stark for what he was doing. So he continues reaching out, does brush his hand over the arm to nudge at the idea but he won't risk the additional stress, on either of them. They'd get their day to do this.

❝ So what's the plan? Nap for Brandy, a long conversation between lips, lab time? ❞

[eddielikesdinosaurs]

I like for real feel like I am genuinely IN love with him not just love him like when I look at him I swear he's the most beautiful, handsome person I've ever seen, and when he talks I could listen to him forever and never get bored, I just want to lay next to him forever and touch his face and engrave it into my memory until it's impossible to forget, and he's so sweet and smart, he buys me things, but more than that, he thinks about me, I feel like he actually cares about me in ways that only a few people ever have, I swear one day I am going to marry this boy he's just so perfect, whenever I'm near him I just want to be as close as I possibly can, he lays down next to me and I want to grab his arm and kiss his scars on his shoulders and play with his hair, ands ajdhsjjahfhfhdu, but I still feel like I have to prepare myself for the worst, like we're still in high school, my parents are queerphobic, I have no idea what I want to do with my life and he's so sure of himself, he's going to study medicine in Europe after he graduates and I'm just stuck wondering if I'll never do anything for myself and he'll leave me because he deserves so much better and honestly we're still just kids and I don't know I just love him so much it makes me yap

[aemonds-sapphire]

Forbidden Fruit

Summary: You loathe Aemond Targaryen and that is all the motivation he needs.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem! reader (Baratheon)

Warnings: NSFW. Hate sex. Dry humping. Oral sex (f receiving). Toasting: Aemond style.

Word count: 3k

There he was.

Tall and proud stood Aemond Targaryen, surrounded by women and men alike. Some serving him, while the others wishing to be served by him should the opportunity arise.

There was no denying he knew how to pull people in. Even after what he did to your brother, you could not think otherwise.

Many craved the firstborn son of King Viserys, Prince Aegon, but it was Prince Aemond who’d often capture the attention of those who crossed paths with him. Mysterious, reserved, loyal to his house, and an excellent warrior.

If not by the unfortunate set of circumstances that led your older brother — and you, by extension— to despise him, you figured you’d entertain your physical attraction towards him more often.

And he rode Vhagar, the largest and oldest dragon alive.

But as of now, you knew you had to hate all about him. From his perfectly combed silver hair to his handsome face. The scar that ran across his left eye and dipped under an eyepatch took nothing from him, and it only made him more striking.

He had humiliated your brother not long ago, and you had to hate him for it.

You observed him from a considerable distance, hoping your presence would go unnoticed for the most part of this feast in celebration of King Viserys and Queen Alicent.

But it seemed that fate had a twisted sense of humour when you spotted him making his way towards you.

Aemond bowed his head curtly as he came to a halt in front of you, extending one arm to offer a golden cup of wine.

You had no intention of accepting it, and instead forced yourself to put on a strained smile that, to those more oblivious, would appear genuine.

“No, thank you.”

“It is not poisoned, if that is your concern.”

You scoffed. “Well, that sounds exactly like something a person who’s about to poison someone would say,” you said as your eyes never left his. “Besides, I wouldn’t put it past you to do something of the sort.”

Aemond’s lips twisted into an amused grin, still waiting for you to take the offer from his hand. “That is not my way, my lady. As I’m sure you remember, I’m more of a duelist myself.”

How could you forget? And any sliver of attraction that had been brewing earlier completely vanished at his audacity.

Aemond had challenged your brother to a duel which ended in defeat for the young Baratheon boy. However, the prince didn’t stop there. Apparently, victory wasn’t enough for the likes of Aemond One-Eye. He desired everyone in the courtyard to bear witness to how lacking he considered the skills of his opponent to be, directly causing a rift between the young stags and dragons that lasted to this day.

Your father had always taught you to be gracious in the presence of unfavourable circumstances, and that was the reason you decided to simple ignore him.

You could feel his eye studying you which caused you to snap. “What do you want?”

“I am merely being courteous, my lady.”

Snapping the cup from his grasp you took a sip. “You wouldn’t know courtesy even if it hit you in the face, Aemond Targaryen.”

Amusement spread across his face. “Ever the charming one. No wonder you have no suitors yet.”

You had the cup on your lips and nearly chocked on the wine, eyeing him in disbelief. “How do you know that?”

But he had no intention of answering you as he flashed a final grin and proceeded to walk away.

How he could be possibly know that?

You turned your back on him, trying to contain yourself as the large hall was crawling with lords and ladies from across the seven kingdoms.

“I propose a toast,” Aemond’s voice was heard from behind you, effectively freezing you in place.

The cheerful music died hastily as everyone hurried to pay full attention to Prince Aemond. You spotter his mother making her way through the crowd, bearing both a golden cup and her warm smile. King Viserys, however, struggled to join his lady wife as the wounds that afflicted him and overall poor health condition had severally hindered his ability to walk.

You turned to face him as you joined your parents who stood by the king.

“To House Baratheon,” he began, hoisting his cup high above, followed by nearly everyone in the room. Even you. “May our alliance be ever fruitful. May the battles we share be met with victory. Even if the duels between us favour the house of the dragon, in the end.”

The defeaning sound of cups clinking and thunderous applause engulfed the hall, causing you to wince. From across the room, you spotted your older brother’s face drop.

No cheers came from any of the young stags. Your parents, on the other hand, aimed to please the king and queen. They cared not for the squabbles of the youngsters, as they had once said.

Aemond’s uncovered eye landed on you as he took a sip from his cup, visibly enjoying your face contort in anger.

The moment he turned away, you took large steps in his direction, purposefully colliding against his arm and spilling the content of your cup onto his dark shirt.

He immediately flinched away as some people close by gasped, hurrying to check on the young prince.

“Oh, I’m sorry, Prince Aemond,” you said, feigning concern and the he tried to pat away the excess liquid from his vests with his gloved hand. “I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.”

Before he could reply, one servant girl showed up with a cloth rag, ainding him as he glared at you with outrage splattered across his face.

You hurriedly bowed, taking your leave and not looking back.

A rush of excitement flushed through your veins and you realised you had managed to get back at him even if a not so elegant manner.

Placing the empty cup on a nearby table, you sprinted across the long stone walls of the Red Keep, until a familiar voice was heard.

“What happened? Where are you going?”

Your brother was soon pacing by your side. “I need some rest. I’ll be in my room.”

His hand gripped your arm, forcing you to slow down. “Did he do something to you?”

You met his worried eyes, but said nothing.

He didn’t insist and let go of you. You were fortunate to share a strong bond with your older brother, which proved beneficial in many ways.

Others weren’t as lucky.

The damp coldness from the poorly little walls accompanied you until you reached your chambers. You had run into several members of the kingsguard who paid no interest in you, and all simply allowed you to head toward your destination.

As you closed the heavy door behind you, a sigh of relief escaped your lips. The fireplace was lit which you were thankful for. You removed your shoes and allowed your entire body to soak in the heat radiating from the flames.

You had let Aemond get under your skin, but you didn’t regret what you’d done to him.

“Serves him right,” you muttered in bliss, rubbing your hands together.

As far as you were concerned, he deserved far worse than a wine stain on his shirt.

Just as you were about to undo the lacing on your dress, a strong knock made you jolt.

“Who is it?”

No response.

You repeated the question, but the silence endured.

A chill ran down your spine, and before you knew it you’d grabbed the dagger your brother had once offered you.

Another knock.

Against your will, your body started shaking in fear as you kept the blade glued to your chest, walking towards the door.

Taking a shaky deep breath, you tugged on the doorknob, revealing Aemond Targaryen on the other side, leaning into the door-frame.

When he eyes landed on the silver dagger you so firmly held, a loud chuckle erupted from him. “Do you intend on hurting me with that letter opener, my lady?”

You faltered momentarily, shocked that he was right in front of you. Once again.

“Are you lost?” you blurted out before you realized just how ridiculous that had sounded. This was his home, after all.

“Go ahead,” he taunted, taking a few steps toward you. “I’d like to see you try.”

For the second time that night, your judgment failed you and you flung into him, yielding the dagger aloft.

Aemond promptly dodged the blade, capturing your wrist and twisting your arm painfully behind your back before shoving you against the wall with his body.

“Truly impressive,” he mocked as he caught the blade that you ended up dropping. “I wonder… what was your plan, my lady? Hurting me and starting a war?”

“Let go of me!” you growled as the hard wall dug uncomfortably into your body.

Just as quickly as he had pinned you, he released you, taking a few steps back and twirling the dagger skillfully between his fingers.

Anger boiled in your blood. “Get out!”

Aemond rose both arms to his side. “I will, but first I must ask you to drop the act.”

Your heart was racing uncontrollably and it nearly skipped a beat.

“What?”

Aemond shut the door behind him and laced his hands behind his back.

“I’ve seen the way you stare at me,” he started, flashing a devious smile. “If I’ve misunderstood, I shall walk away and leave at once.”

You had been so caught off guard you didn’t even know what to say.

How had he noticed? Had you not been as discreet as you’d hoped?

“However, if I’ve correctly read you, then I ask you to let me have your way with you.”

Your mouth fell open for a second and it took you a moment to recover. “You think too highly of yourself if you think I’d ever feel attracted to you.”

“Oh, but you are,” he said as a matter of fact. “It’s very obvious.”

“Fuck off! I despise you.” You hissed failing to keep the distance between you two. “You’re despicable and not attractive in the slightest.”

Lies.

You knew.

And he knew.

You had gotten dangerously close to him, and even though he towered slightly over you, you had to try to keep your ground.

He smiled teasingly. “So you don’t want to kiss me?”

“No!”

You were so close to him, you could smell the fruity scent of wine that you had spilled on him.

An inch closer.

His breath fanned your lips, sending shivers down your spine. “Not even one kiss?”

Another inch closer.

“No…”

Your chest came into contact with his and he licked his lips. “Then I shall leave.”

“No!” You said as he leaned back and away from your touch.

Aemond clicked his tongue, twirling the dagger once again. “Make up your mind, my lady. My cock is too hard and my patience is running thin.”

For the third time that night, your judgement had failed you. You pulled him into a kiss that nearly caused you to lose balance, forcing him to hold on to you with one hand gripping your waist.

You were by no means new to keeping men company. Fortunately, your parents didn’t suspect a thing which allowed you to hone the ability to pleasure yourself.

Aemond took the time to sink into your touch, and that when you felt the outline of his covered cock jamming into you.

You were about to lower your hand to touch it when he grabbed your wrist, breaking off the kiss at once and spinning you around until you had your back to him.

“I want a taste of you first,” he purred into your ear, pushing you slowly until you were once again pressed against the wall. “Call it… compensation.”

You growled. “For what?”

His tongue trailed the length of your neck until he reach your earlobe, capturing it with his teeth.

You had to clench your thighs together to keep a gush of wetness from dripping into your undergarments. One firm hand guided your hips to meet his, and once he set a steady rhythm of rubbing his cock against your ass, you knew you were doomed.

You brought both hands to help you steady yourself as the young prince rolled his hips time and time again.

“I hate you… so much…” you moaned as he started suckling on you neck.

It wasn’t even a lie this time. You hated him for having you pussing soaked for him. You hated him for moving his hips in a way that was guaranteed to drive you mad.

You felt your dress being lifted, and readied yourself to be fully exposed to him. Truth be told, you would have preferred if the dress was out of the way entirely, but you needed him inside you urgently.

Suddenly, you felt a tug on the fabric and the sound of it being torn.

“Did you just cut my dress?!” You gasped, trying to take a look at the extension of the damage.

A low chuckle was heard as Aemond showed you the dagger in his hand. “Thank you for providing this, my lady.”

He flung the blade to the side to land on the floor, and proceeded to rip apart what was left of it with both hands as you aided as best as you could in this position.

You groaned in annoyance. “I adored that dress.”

Cool air hit your skin once he had successfully undressed you, dragging both hands along your body in utter fascination.

“I’ll buy you another one,” he groaned planting a kiss between your shoulder blades and rolling his covered cock directly against your exposed ass. “One that is easier to get rid of.”

You weren’t able to hold back and bucked into him, increasing the friction.

A marvellous moan left his lips and he finally had access to your pussy, dragging one finger along the folds before tasting you in his tongue.

“You’re not wet,” his hot breath was on your ear again. “You’re soaked.”

“Aemond…” you moaned as he rubbed your swollen clit with such expertise that you were sure he had never had one unsatisfied lover before. “I am sorry…”

He paused. “For what?”

You groaned, urging him to resume his ministrations. “For being soaked.”

He pinched your clit and snapped his hips hard against you, growling. “Such a tease…”

You jolted into his touch. “Are you always this insufferable?”

“Only when I want to fuck you,” he answered truthfully. “The amount of times I’ve dreamed of being buried inside you.”

Oh, he was good.

He surely knew how to make one feel special. “Then do it before I regret this.”

The next time you took a look at his face, his sapphire eye was uncovered, and he grinned. “Still trying to have me believe you hate me?”

“I do ha—”

Your words died in your throat as you felt his thick cock slide along the slick folds. The familiar coil of release on your lower stomach had you gliding along him, filling the room with wet sounds.

“Just… pull out…” you breathed in despair.

Aemond's hands caressed your sides until he cupped both breasts. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Fuck, Aemond Targaryen! Fuck me right now before you meet my wrath.”

He was visibly surprised at your outburst, but welcomed it by placing the tip at your entrance.

“I’ll go slow.”

You had to bite down on your hand to keep a cry of discomfort from being heard as he slid his cock inside.

You heard him growl before stopping. “You need to stop squeezing me so hard… please…”

Easier said than done, but you did try your best to ease your grip on his cock, and he was eventually able to sink its entirety deep within you.

He didn’t move for a a while, taking the time to make sure you could adjust to the size.

“Move…” you managed to say before biting your lip to muffle a moan.

You felt his tender lips on the nape of your neck. “If I move right now, I’ll spill inside you.”

For a split second you considered letting him do so, but you knew better than that.

He was panting heavily and you could tell he was struggling to keep his composure. You could swear he was cursing in his tongue, to ease some of the tension.

“Stop squeezing my cock so hard… kostilus…” his voice was but a whisper and you forced your body to comply.

Not long after, Aemond began moving painfully slowly inside you. You knew you weren’t going to last, not when you could feel his cock twitch inside you so deliciously.

Loud groans echoed through the room. He was too far gone, and you figured it had taken all of his willpower to be able to be able to rapidly slide out and have his cum coating your lower back.

You winced at the sudden loss of friction and expected him to be done with you as it do happens with many men after reaching their release, but Aemond was not like most men, you’d come to realise.

Aemond Targaryen was on his knees when you turned around, still in need to get off.

“Come here.”

His face was flushed and his silver hair a mess and his breathing irregular, yet there he was, wanting you to sit on his face.

The moment his tongue hit your clit, you had to dig your fingers into his hair to keep your legs from giving up. He began sucking on the sensitive bud, stilling your jerking by placing his hands on your thighs.

“So… good…. Aemond…” you were one lick away from insanity and he had noticed he increased the pace.

You nearly exploded when you looked down and saw your wetness coating his face each time he paused to control his breathing. Aemond’s agile tongue brought you over the edge with such skill that you felt your legs spasm and if not for his strong grip, you’d have collapsed to the floor.

He was still on his knees, leaned back, chest heaving and face covered in your wetness.

“Do you still hate me?”

[shinobuscanonwife]

HIHII!! Kikuo Anon is backk!! And i am now awake xD

Thank you for doing my other request! I love all the demon slayer characters really, so that wont be nothing to worry about (^^) i also had a hard time choosing a character but now i have one!

Could i request The Hashiras & maybe Zenitsu Agatsuma and Enmu (execpt Gyomei) With a S/O who has a Elysia Personality from Honkai Impact 3rd

(So… I’m not good at explaining her personality as well as the others so i would highly suggest researching her personality for a litgle before writing this but i’ll show some pictures of what she looks like)

Thank you so much and have a amazing day!! (Here are the pictures as well!! Please dont mind this blog😭 this is my alt im still renovating)

shes so prettyyy omg im so happy i have her in the game ^^

AAAAAA I LOVE HER SM HER AND APONIA R MY FAV CHARACTERS

Zenitsu

He dies every time he talks to you but like in a good way. You always tell him how handsome he is and for the first time, he feels genuinely loved. He can sometimes be quite negative about things so your cheerful and positive personality is really helpful for him. He gets kind of jealous sometimes because you seem to compliment/praise everyone you run into. One time Tanjiro was with you and Zenitsu and you started telling Tanjiro that you liked his earrings and how you thought he was very strong. Zenitsu looked at you with a disappointed frown on his face. Don't worry though you assured him that you didn't have any feelings for Tanjiro and only loved him.

Enmu

The way you constantly encourage and praise him does something to this man like his face is bright red every time you say something slightly encouraging to him. Most of the demons he spends his time with aren't very cheerful so it's nice to talk to someone as cheerful as you. He gets jealous a lot too. Not like Zenitsu but he still wishes you wouldn't be so friendly with everyone.

Mitsuri

Bro every time you compliment her she dies. You and her kind of have a similar personality so it makes sense that you two started dating. Sometimes she brings you to training sessions with her and you'll just be cheering her on the whole time and she can't focus on her training because she's so flustered. She loves your compliments so much omg. She's a bit insecure about how she looks but you reassuring her that she looks gorgeous is literally all she needs.

Shinobu

Loves your cheerful personality. After a long day of missions and dealing with the other Hashira coming home to you is all she needs. Your personality is so comforting to her. You praise her constantly whether it be you praising her during a training session or you praising her for making a new medicine it doesn't matter she adores it all.

Sanemi

He gets so flustered whenever you compliment him. "Sanemi is that a new scar? Wow, it makes you look so handsome dear" You told him one night when he got back from a mission. His face immediately turned red. "Yeah, whatever go to sleep it's late >:(" Gets really jealous really easily. He hates when you compliment another Hashira. He knows it's just how you are but he still can't help but get angry whenever you compliment another Hashira. Especially if it's another man. Like he saw you praising Giyuu after a training session he had. Giyuu was getting visibly flustered and when Sanemi saw that he took it the wrong way and just glared at him. Giyuu saw Sanemi and as soon as he did Giyuu interrupted your praises and said "I'm sorry Y/n. I must go"

Giyuu

You and him were complete opposites. You were extremely cheerful and you complimented everyone. You did kind of have a secretive side to you but that's the only flaw you had. And Giyuu was quiet and kind of negative. Surprisingly he liked your personality but whenever you complimented him his face immediately turns red. "Hey Giyuu has anyone ever told you that they like your eyes? I think you have the most beautiful eyes in the world.. " Giyuu wasn't used to people complimenting him he blushed and responded. "Um.. No nobody has ever told me that"

Obanai

Bro he's just gonna die on the spot. Every time you complimented him his whole face went red. "Obanai!! Your eyes are so pretty and your hair is so soft!! You're so pretty :D!!" You said while you were sitting on his lap one day. "Y/n..stop.." He couldn't even make eye contact with you his face was so flushed. He has never really had anyone encourage him or compliment him at all so it's nice to have you even if he does get flustered easily.

Tengen

Tengen thinks you are very flashy!! He doesn't really get flustered when you compliment him he already knows he's amazing so he just responds with "Thank you y/n!! You're very flashy as well!! >:D" He thinks it's very admirable how you try to be nice to everyone even if you don't really care for that person he struggles to do that himself so he asks you how you stay so calm around people you don't like.

Rengoku

Omg he loves you so much. You complementing and encouraging him makes him so happy. He thinks you're the cutest thing ever you get along great with Senjuro too. "Don't worry Senjuro, I think you'll become a fine swordsman. You just need to train a little harder you'll get it soon!!" You told Senjuro when he was feeling a bit down about his sword still not changing color. Rengoku gets flustered sometimes when you compliment him but it's not often. Normally he just gets happy when you compliment him.

Muichiro

He never had someone encourage him so much. Sometimes he gets frustrated about his memory problems and you are always there to encourage him. "Don't worry Mui it's not your fault everyone forgets things" Even if they were simple words they meant a lot to him. He didn't understand how you stayed so cheerful all the time but he loved it. It gave him hope whenever he was upset or frustrated.

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