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“Break me apart, Love”
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Bump in the Night & Sleeptober & Nevertober Day 3: Someone Who Shouldn’t Be There & Hypnotize & Bloodlust
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#6#Sleeptober#Sleeptober 2024#Sleep Token#Bump in the Night#Bump in the Night 2024#Nevertober24#Nevermore#Nevermore Webtoon#Webtoon#Cooooooler drawings today#Well. Idk about the raven#But he’s kinda creepy and abstract so uhhh yeah for my first time it’s not that bad#Had a lot of fun with Shane#Thought about coloring him but the monochrome red fits#and VESSELETTES MY BELOVEDS HYPNOTIZE ME ALWAYS#I wanted to do something with like the visualizer or something but I really like the harmony they do on that verse live#And it’s just true when I look at them I’m hypnotized like who isn’t#This is the drawing I was looking up mask references for#didn’t get them wholly accurate but uh better than just winging it#I didn’t know how the sign would come out but it looks so funny I love it#Another day down!! See y’all tomorrow
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flesh and bone - eddie munson
Eddie Munson x female! reader
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Eddie Munson Masterlist
Summary:
You and Eddie belong to each other - flesh and bone. (This is just pure filth)
Warnings:
Smut (18+), porn no plot, protected and unprotected p in v, oral (f receiving), creampie, breeding kink, handcuffs, language
Word Count: 1.3k
A/N:
This was inspired by The Summoning by Sleep Token! I’m obsessed.
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Eddie was obsessed with you.
That was putting it simply. He worshipped you.
And his favorite place to do that was between your legs.
You lay on his soft mattress, his brown curls tickling your thighs as he gripped onto them and licked a stripe along your folds with his long (unfairly talented) tongue. He had your hands handcuffed to the bed above you. Your body came alive beneath him, his every touch electricity through your very soul.
He flicked his tongue over your clit before wrapping his lips around it, sucking gently. Your hands gripped onto the bed frame for leverage, high, desperate moans filling the air of his tiny bedroom. Eddie groaned against your core, sending vibrations through you and intensifying the pleasure even more.
“You taste so good,” he groaned, fingers digging into your thighs as if he was the one floating above the clouds. “Like heaven. You’re a fucking goddess.”
“Eddie, I want you so bad,” you called, pulling on the cuffs and bucking your hips up against his face to convince him to give you what you so desperately needed.
Eddie obeyed, as he always did, climbing up your body and trailing kisses over your skin. “You have me,” he hummed as he reached your neck, biting down on that sensitive spot that always made you cry out. “You have my body, flesh and bone.”
“Yeah?” you whispered as his lips brushed over yours.
“The sky above, the earth below,” he mumbled back like his personal mantra.
He pulled a condom from the box on the side table, ripping it open and sliding it onto his thick length, painfully hard and already leaking precum. “Need you so bad, baby. I’m aching for you.”
“Please fuck me, Eds,” you begged, causing him to groan at your words. He couldn’t deny you anything, certainly not this.
He slid his cock between your folds, coating it in your wetness so he could slide his girth into you with ease. Sex with Eddie had been intense the first time, he was huge, but he always did his best to make sure you were comfortable.
He pressed his cockhead against your entrance, sliding just the tip inside with a stretch. He moaned at the tight fit around him, fingers digging into your thighs as he held them against your body to bare you completely to him. He wanted to fuck you hard and deep tonight.
You cried out as he continued to push deeper into you, Metallica playing loudly over his speakers. “My good girl,” he praised as he filled you deeply, watching the way his cock disappeared into your tight pussy. “Such a good girl, being so bad for me.”
“Only for you,” you promised, writhing as he pushed in deeper, feeling like it went on forever. He was long and thick, and you clenched around him as he bottomed out, buried to the hilt in your pussy, his balls pressed against your ass as he stilled.
“Shit, babe,” Eddie hissed, fingers gripping tighter into your thighs. “So tight and wet. Fuck. I might not last.”
“Fuck me hard, Eddie, please,” you pleaded, needing him to move, to take you as rough and hard as he pleased.
“As you wish, princess,” he said, pulling out slowly inch by inch, until only his tip remained. You whined, wiggling beneath him with anticipation. He smirked as he watched your reaction, then snapped his hips back into yours, skin slapping against your ass as he bottomed out again. You cried out again, the feeling of him so deeply inside of you so intense you could barely handle it. He set a brutal pace, hips slamming into you with every thrust.
“Fuuuck, princess, you’re taking me so well,” he praised you, his bed knocking into the wall along with his quick rhythm. You were grateful Wayne wouldn’t be home from work until morning, because you were sure the whole trailer park could hear you two.
“Eddie, s’big, you’re so fucking big and so deep, holy fuck, please never stop-“ you rambled, your brain turning hazy as he fucked you mercilessly. Your rambling turned incoherent as his cockhead rammed into that perfect spot deep within you.
“Aww, my pretty girl, am I fucking you stupid?” Eddie teased, fucking you in a full mating press now. He thrusted down into your perfect heat, his head dropping down and his brown curls tickling your skin. He reached a hand between you and began to rub quick circles on your clit. “I can tell you’re close, baby. Can feel you squeezing around my dick, feels so fucking good. I need you to cum for me, can you be a good girl and do that?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” you chanted, your high building rapidly as he expertly brought you to your peak. You watched as his face contorted in pleasure, fighting to keep his eyes open so he could keep looking at you, but the pleasure was so intense they kept falling closed.
“Come on baby, cum for me,” he encouraged you as his fingers worked your clit perfectly, and you fell over the edge. You screamed his name over and over, pulling on the cuffs, wanting nothing more than to grab onto him as your high wracked through your body, pussy convulsing around his cock.
“Ah ah, princess,” Eddie teased you again, hips speeding up. His voice was still cocky, but you could hear in it how close he was to his own release. “You don’t get to touch me this time. I’m in charge, remember?”
You nodded your head, feeling overstimulated as he continued to pound into you. “I want you to fill me up, Eds,” you begged him.
His hips stuttered against you. “Fuck, princess, you can’t just say stuff like that.”
“I’m serious,” you said. “Please. Wanna feel you fill me.”
Eddie reluctantly slowed his hips until he was completely stopped, buried inside you. “Are you sure?” He asked, completely serious now.
“Yes, Eddie, please.”
Eddie pulled out of you, pulling the condom off and tossing it into the trash can. He pumped his cock in his ringed fist a few times, looking down at your body spread wide for him. “You’re 100% sure?”
“Oh my god, Eddie, just cum in me already.”
Eddie chuckled, slapping your ass hard. You jolted at the sensation, a little “Ah!” coming from your lips involuntarily. “Remember your place, baby.”
He pushed back into you, pushing your legs up next to your head again and thrusting in all the way with no warning. He began pounding into you with the same vigor as before. “Shit, feels so good fucking you like this, princess. I can feel all of you.”
You could tell Eddie was close by the way his muscles were clenching, his eyes falling closed again. “Fuck, I’m so close, baby. Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum. You want that?”
“Yes, god yes!”
Eddie groaned, his thrusts losing their rhythm. He was right there. “God, such a bad girl for me. So fucking filthy. Fuck, fuck, fuck, take it!” His hips slammed into yours one final time as he came deep inside you, the most beautiful groans spilling from his lips. He pumped into you lightly a few more times as he rode out his high and filled you completely.
He stayed buried in you, body shaking with the intensity of his orgasm. “Holy shit, I can’t believe you let me do that.”
You giggled, looking up into the eyes of your boyfriend, his pupils still blown wide with lust. “I liked it. A lot.” You pulled on the cuffs again. “Can you let me out?”
“Shit, yeah,” he said, pulling out of you slowly. He watched as some of his cum dripped out of your pussy as he exited you. “Fuuuuck, that’s hot.”
He grabbed the keys to the cuffs and unlocked them, rubbing your sore wrists. He helped you clean up before laying in bed next to you.
“You’re absolutely perfect,” he said, tracing circles on your hip as his body wrapped around yours from behind. “So beautiful. All mine.”
“All yours,” you promised him. “Flesh and bone.”
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69 and 98 of the prompt list for Azriel 🙇 you just write him so well, no worries if not!! 🧡🧡
This was not supposed to be this long but I was listening to sleep token while writing this, I was also already planning out a fic that these prompts fit into perfectly.
warnings: Smut (18+), oral (M/F receiving), Bondage, knife mention (only to cut rope), mid-sized reader (could be read as plus sized too), unprotected sex, praise, degradation.
WC: 4.7k
You were just putting the back of your earring in when you met hazel eyes in the mirror. A smile danced its way across your face when you saw the way his eyes were trailing ever so slowly down your figure, lingering on your waist. Or more so the way the dress you were currently wearing was cutting into it, accentuating your already plush thighs.
“So pretty.” He whispered into the air as he walked closer to you. His hand gently swiped your hair to one side of your hair and he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder.
“My pretty girl.” The reverence in his tone made you giggle. His teeth gave you a soft nip at the sound. “I mean it. All of this for me? Gods, how’d I get so lucky?” He speaks into your skin. You shift under his praise, his breath on your shoulder making a small shutter ripple through you.
“I wonder what you would do if you saw what was underneath?” Another laugh bubbled out as his eyes snapped to yours. His hands were already snaking along your waist, twisting to find the hem of your dress. He let out a downright sinful moan when he was greeted with the baby pink thong you were wearing. Cut high on your hips, elastic ever so slightly pushing in the flesh. The matching garter belt sitting above it, hugging your thighs like it was his hands wrapped around them. He ran his hands softly over the globes of your ass, squeezing in the perfect way. You found yourself arching back into his touch, leaning into him. His hands fanned out to your thighs, just resting his hands on the widest part. His eyes met yours in the mirror and he tugged you further against him. You didn’t miss the way his eyes dipped lower for a fraction of a second as your chest bobbed ever so slightly at the action. Your hand went to rest lightly on the mirror for balance and you were just about to reach back for him when Azriel cleared his throat.
“Just for me right?” Azriel said as he flipped the edge of your dress back down. You turned around in his grasp and grabbed his hand.
“Of course.” You raised onto your tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. “Only for you.” He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you flush to him. You could feel every inch of his muscled body against yours and had to bite back a groan when you felt his arousal already straining against his dress pants. You bit your lip and he pushed a leg between yours. He pulled your lips towards his hungrily, hands instantly twining into your hair. The kiss was all teeth and tongue. Both of your chests are heaving. When your hand started to drift down to his belt, he grabbed your wrist to stop it’s descent. The action caused a whimper to leave your mouth that he just swallowed down. He pulled his lips away from yours, leaning his forehead against yours. You sucked down greedy lungfuls of air as you willed your heart rate to calm.
“If your hand goes any lower, we’re not making it to this dinner.” He rasps. Your gaze lifts to his, eyes wide and innocent as you trail your hand lower once again. Your fingers just barely brush past the straining fabric before your hand is pinned against your side.
“Oh sweetheart.” He tisked. His eyes darkened slightly as they swept over you. “You seemed to think that was a request.” His thumb started to rub small circles over your wrist that was straining against his hold. “You’re lucky this dinner is important to Rhys or else you would not be able to walk in the morning.”
“Do you really think you could do that?” You were only causing more problems for yourself at this point but you were desperately hoping he would just break and give you what you wanted right now. As soon as the words left your mouth, your back was pressed against the wall, a scarred hand wrapped tightly around your throat. Not enough to cut off the blood flow but just enough for you to feel the weight of it there. An invitation for you to keep running your mouth.
“Do you wanna repeat that, princess?” Fuck it.
“I don’ think you could fuck me hard enough for me to not be able to walk. That’s all.” You smiled as his fingers twitched slightly. HIs shoulders moved up as he sucked in a deep breath.
“We’ll see about that won’t we.” His hand left your neck and trailed up your jaw. You gasped as his hand pinned your head back to the wall by the roots of your hair. His hold forces you to look him in the eyes. “I’m going to give you one last chance to say sorry, bunny.” You opened your mouth slightly before closing it. Making it look like you were really considering your words.
The smile didn’t leave your face as you uttered out a sickly sweet. “Make me.” His hands only gripped your hair tighter, making tears prickle in the corner of your eyes.
“You could have been my good girl tonight.” His hand let your hair and he backed up a few paces. “But if that’s how you want to be. Fine.” He reached down to adjust himself. “‘Finish getting ready, we’re leaving in ten minutes.” Your lips parted to argue, but he only reached out a hand to shut your mouth. “This is not a discussion. I’ll be downstairs and don’t even think of touching yourself.” He pulled his touch away and you felt cold despite the fire roaring through your veins. That was all he said before he walked out of the bedroom. Leaving you to wonder what exactly you had gotten yourself into.
You were all but running down the stairs to reach the bottom before your time was up.
“That was fifteen.” His voice was cold, a smirk plastered onto his face. Shadows wrapped around your waist the moment your feet were on flat ground again. “You’re only making this worse for yourself. But what did I expect?” It sounded like he was talking to himself and you felt your cheeks heat up as he talked about you like you weren’t standing right in front of him.
“I’m sorry.”
“Oh, not as much as you will be later. Come on.” He reached out a hand for you to take. You didn’t hesitate to thread your fingers through his. He pulled you close to his side as he winnowed you outside of the restaurant Feyre had been raving about for the last year and a half.
His arm was slung casually over yours, fingers dancing along the skin he had bitten earlier. He didn’t leave a mark but you swore you could still feel his teeth. You shifted your weight and he gave a small laugh. “Behave.” Was the only reminder you were given before you walked into the restaurant.
Your friends were already waiting for you. Five pairs of eyes flickering up to greet you. Feyre rose to her feet to give you a crushing hug when Azriel sent the first image down the bond. It was from last week, you on your knees. His head was thrown back as he gritted out your name, the moment right before he spilled down your thro- and then it was gone. You pulled away from Feyre and ignored the confused look she gave you. The others all gave their greeting before Azriel was pulling out your chair for you, hands not leaving the back until you were seated. He gave you a quick peck on the crown of your head before he took his own seat. His stance was a little wider than normal, one hand already resting on your knee. Tracing absentminded circles onto your overheated skin. His thumb lightly scratched behind his touch. The waiter brought out a few bottles of wine and you didn’t hesitate to pour yourself a slightly-too-large glass. You took a few heavy gulps before you put the glass down. A gentle wave came from the other side of the bond, soothing in a way that had you squirming despite yourself. Gentle like a hunter stalking their prey. The conversation flowed between all of you. Catching up since you all saw a lot less of each other these days. While Feyre was talking about how Nyx was doing in school, you tried not to notice the way that she was only drinking water. No one else seemed to clock it either. You’d have to pry later in the night. But just as soon as the thought crossed your mind, Azriel sent you another image. He had your legs pressed together, slung over one of his shoulders. Gripping so hard that your hips were leaving the mattress altogether. Soft cries of his name were pulled from your bruised lips over and over again. Azriel’s pleasure rose with every lethal snap of his hips. Rising rising until he- . Gone again. Your head snapped in his direction, eyes wide at the image he had sent you.You couldn’t stop the slight pout that rested on your face.
Dinner passed by slowly. Between Azriel’s hands slowly creeping higher on your thigh and the debauched thoughts he was sending down the bond, you were already a wreck. Your thighs hurt with how tightly they were squeezed shut. Your mate's heavy hand trying to sooth away some of the tension. Azriel sent you a warm feeling down the bond that had you relaxing ever so slightly. Nothing but pure love. The glow that he felt while watching you take all of this without so much of a blush on your cheeks. Pure male pride.
After the main course, you were damn near in his lap. Chair scooted slightly in his direction, legs pressed against each other. Cries of dessert were being thrown around and you felt like you were going to cry with frustration before you heard Azriel laughing, shaking his head slightly.
“She wasn’t feeling too good earlier but she didn’t want to miss this. But I can tell she’s getting tired. We should probably go home, shouldn’t we be my love?” He lied seamlessly. His fingers drumming a beat on your thigh. You nodded along, clearing your throat before you spoke.
“Yeah. I’ve had this weird stomach ache all day. But I was just so excited to see you all.”
“Oh, that’s perfectly fine. Feyre fully understands upset stomach as of late.” Rhys answered and he grunted as Feyre’s elbow found a soft spot between his ribs. Feyre rolled her eyes before she shot you a wink, holding up her glass of ice water like she had known you were eyeing it earlier. A silent confirmation that had another round of chatter starting. Eventually, you and Azriel were able to shake off all the goodbyes. Hugs and kisses on cheeks and promises of getting together sooner rather than later were exchanged.
Azriel placed a hand on the small of your back as you weaved your way out of the now crowded restaurant. His hand didn't move until he pulled you in his arms to winnow you two home.
The front door of your apartment was in view and Azriel only gestured to you to open the door. Timidly you fished out your key from the small clutch you were carrying and opened the door to your home. Fae lights flickering on as you step in. YOu could feel Azriel’s presence behind you. Could feel his shadows slinking across the ground, muffling your footsteps. Could feel the way his wings had flared out ever so slightly, becoming even more intimidating and impressive. Both of your wants seemed to charge the air with a delicious electric tension. This was one of your favorite parts of the night. To see who would crack first. You paused by the front door only enough to kick off your heels before you continued up the stairs to your bedroom. Azriel was close behind you. Not close enough that he was touching you but close enough for you to feel his body heat. He might as well have been touching every inch of you for how much you could sense his presence.
The fae lights flickered on in your room and you turned around to face your mate. He paused, eyes full of a predatory hunger. That look was almost enough to send you to your knees right then and there but you didn’t move a muscle before he told you too. You were already in enough trouble. So you stood stock still as he closed the distance between the two of you. HIs hand trailed from the edge of your jaw to the dip of your waist, feather light touches that had you leaning into his touch. He lightly grabbed your wrist and with a tug turned you around to face the other wall. His hand traveled all the way up your arm, over your shoulder and to the nape of your neck to start sliding down the zipper of your dress. The straps fell down as the fabric was pulled apart. You didn’t try to grab it as you shrugged them off, letting the fabric pool at your bare feet. The action left you clad in only the tiny thong and the matching lace bra. You were already shaking in anticipation. A gentle vibration that swept over your whole body. He held out a hand for you to take, and guided you to step out of your dress. Once you had, he dropped your hand. Touch hovering over your skin, drawing goosebumps like it might allow his skin to make contact with yours. A small step backwards towards him brought his hand up on the small of your back to stop your movement. His free hand twisted your hair into his fist. He pulled your head back to look up at the ceiling.
“Now, what should I do with you?” His lips ghosted over your neck. YOu let out a pathetic whimper, craving his touch more and more every second.
“Az..” You started but a harsh yank on your hair pulled a yelp out of you instead.
“You don’t get to speak. Not unless I tell you to.” He whispered against the shell of your ear. “Not a single sound. Since I apparently can’t fuck you hard enough. It shouldn’t be a problem to keep quiet.” It wasn’t a question, merely him musing. So you kept your eyes on the ceiling. Not moving a muscle.
You felt the absence of his presence but didn’t take your eyes off the ceiling, squirming with anticipation. His shadows were lightly trailing over your skin, you bit your lip to keep your moans at bay. The soft thud that filled the room let you know he had pulled something out the drawer of your nightstand. Your head slowly lowered and you were greeted with the sight of Azriel stalking towards you, a bundle of rope in his hands. He queried an eyebrow up, a silent question. You nodded. You could feel the way your chest was rapidly rising and falling, the slight shake in your knees as you thought of what was to come. His nostrils flared slightly as you sent your want down the bond. He made a content noise in the back of his throat before he walked behind you.
With nibble fingers, he wrapped the rope around your shoulders first, forcing your shoulders back ever so slightly. You felt the way your it pushed your chest up. He slipped a finger between the rope and skin to make sure it wasn’t too tight as he tied off the first knot. He then grabbed your wrists and placed them right at the small of your back and looped the rope around them three times. He took his time with the process. Relishing in the calming actions of tying you up like his own personal present. He tied off the last knot and gave your arms a slight tug.
“How is that? You can speak.” He whispered into your neck, trailing kisses where your neck met your shoulders. YOu gave a strong yank on your ties, testing them. As usual, they were flawless. Not giving an inch. Not too tight but just enough to bite into your skin. Azriel was always good about that. You never worried about if it would hurt you or not.
“Perfect.” You said when you were confident they weren’t going anywhere. Your words were rewarded with a mean swipe of his tongue over your neck, followed by a sharp bite. You mewled at the touch and he only bit harder.
“Already making such pretty sounds. But I told you to be quiet sweetheart.” He rumbled against your skin. You nodded, acknowledging his words.
He hooked his hand into the middle of the harness he tied and lead you over to the bed. With a gentle possession, he guided you down until your chest was pressed against the mattress. Ass up in the air at his disposal. His leg nudged between your thighs, parting them widely for him. A small gasp left your lips at the feeling of the cold air on your soaked folds. You could already feel your arousal coating your thighs.
“Gods, look at how wet my pretty girl is.” He pressed up against you, hands kneading at your hips. Then his touch was gone and you wiggled your hips slightly at the loss of contact. That was when you felt his hands gripping your ass, and a delicious swipe of his tongue up your glistening folds. You buried your face in the mattress to stop the moans that were building in your throat. Fingers flexing around the ties keeping your arms pinned to your back. He wasted no time, no warm up as he dove in. Tongue entering your hole causing you to clench down at the pressure. Too much and not enough all at once. Your hips tilted ever so slightly and his hand twisted to your front to hold your hips still. You hoped he couldn’t make out the string of curses that left your lips when that hand drifted down lower and started swirling tight, fast circles on your clit. Your hips moved in time with his fingers. Rocking like those fingers were controlling. Between his skill fingers and his tongue lavishing between his legs, you were so close to your orgasm. You were about to open your mouth to let him know before you felt him pull away from you. Before you could even protest, he grabbed your arms and flipped you onto your back. The air left your lungs with a tiny grunt as you took in him hovering over you, arms caged above your head.
He trailed a finger down from your cheek all the way to your stomach, tracing over your arms, your shoulder, collar bone until he reached the apex of your thighs.
“Eyes on me.” He growled as he sunk two thick fingers inside your fluttering hole. You tasted blood as your teeth dug into the side of your cheek, desperate to scream his name. Youpulled at your binds. Wanting to reach out and touch the membrane on his wings. Anything that would break the calm, controlled male in front of you. As much as you loved his fingers you wanted him inside you. You let your eyes close and he growled. He curled his fingers against the spot that had your eyes snapping open and a high pitch version of his name pushed through your locked lips. He didn’t acknowledge it, just sped up his fingers. The sounds of the digits sinking into you over and again filled the room. No sounds of your cries to drown them out. The sound alone could have made you cum. Proof of how much he affected you. Your legs were moving, clenching together as you tried to fight off your inevitable orgasm until he gave you the word. He shook his head lightly, before pushing his elbow in between your legs, then sliding onto his stomach. His shoulders crushed any hope of you closing your legs, so you let them splay out to the side. No longer caring if you had permission to cum. He didn’t slow down his fingers and you started to shake ever so slightly. Small jerks in time with his fingers as you were tipping over the edge. Head thrown back. And then his fingers were gone. A cry of protest left your mouth and you tilted your head back down to see him. A shit eating grin plastered across his face. He ignored the look of outrage and stood up, his figure looming over you.
“You look so beautiful tied up like that.” Azriel ran two fingers down from the top of your hand all the way to your collarbone. A deep shudder ran through your whole body, goosebumps erupting below his feather light touch.
“Az, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Please let me come, please.” Not caring that you weren’t supposed to be making any noise. The words spilled out of your mouth, pleading for that sweet release that he had ripped away from you again.
“I know you are.” His hand trailed over your cheek, smearing your arousal in his wake. “But I don't care how sorry you are.” He flipped you over onto your stomach and hiked your hips into the air. Landing a smack over your ass for good measure. The yelp you let out morphed into a high pitched wail as he sunk into the hilt in one push. You close your eyes as you swore you could feel the way his cock pushed your walls apart. Hitting that special spot perfectly without trying. He gave you a single breath to adjust before one of his hands snuck up to gather your hair, the other keeping a tight grip on your hip. Your hands were still bound against your back so you could do nothing but lay there as he ground his hips into you. Working deep and fast strokes. You might have been screaming but you didn’t care. You could only think of how closer you were to coming all over his beautiful cock. Unable to find the words to let him know, you just tried to keep the feeling at bay. Panting a broken version of his name which each filthy thrust. The sound of your bodies hitting filled the room over your cries. His own groans and curses flowy freely from his mouth as he tugged you against his chest.
“Not so big and bold when I’m fucking you dumb are you?” Each word was punctuated with a deep thrust. You shook your head. Hands trying to claw at the ties on your wrist. You could reach out and touch his stomach with how tightly you were pulled against him. A single finger stroked at his abs and he was tugging your hair back harder, forcing you to look at the ceiling. “Gods you’re such a fucking brat. But mother above do I love it. I fucking love you so muh princess. You take my cock so well. Like you were made just for this.” He kept rambling. Words bubbling over his lips and you could do nothing but take and feel and scream his name.
“Gonna…please. I need to cum.” You panted out, head slumping just slightly under his hold. He licked a long stripe up your neck before he let go of your hair, arm wrapping around your waist. You actually cried out as he pulled out. You bound hand clutching around the air, begging him to come back.
“No.No.. Please. I’m sorry. I’ll do anything. I just. Pretty please. I want to come so badly.”
“Shh.” He whispered into your ear. “I’m gonna lay down and I want you to be a good girl and ride my face until you come. Can you do that?” The idea of not being able to cum around his pretty cock had you whimpering. You felt a shadow wrap around your shoulder, tempting you to move higher on the bed.
“The only way you’re going to cum tonight sweetheart is on my tongue. So either I can shove my cock down your throat and you don’t get anything but my cum painting that wicked mouth. or you can put that pretty cunt on my face and finally get what you want so badly.” You whined again at his words. Whined at the way they sent another wave of pure want through you.
“But what if-”
“You won’t. And even if you did, which again you won’t, I couldn’t think of a better way to go then with my tongue buried inside of you.” He was already leaning back against the headboard, waiting for you to make your move. You saw how hard he was and thought maybe having your mouth wrapped around him wasn’t so bad. The thought must have been plastered across your face because he flexed his hips and you didn’t hesitate before you bent over his lap. It was hard without the use of your hands but once he figured out what you were going for, he took your hair in his hand and helped guide you to his throbbing length.
“Such a cock slut that you couldn’t say no to it could you.” He teased and you could only shake your head as meat as you could. Already touching his stomach with the tip of your nose. The stretch in your throat burned just a little. Tears twinging the corners of your eyes. But you absorbed the feeling. He was warm and heavy against your tongue. The skin so pretty and smooth. You could feel the way he was already twitching in your mouth.
“So good. Doing so well for me baby. My fucking good girl.” His teeth were clenched tightly. Barley gritting out the words as he started to thrust his hips in time with your mouth. You moan around his length and you pull you off of him. He yanked you up by your hair until your lips were pressed against his. His tongue pushed into your mouth so possessively that you melted against him.
“Fuck it.” He twisted you so you were straddling him. His hand reached out towards the nightstand and grabbed a small dagger that you kept by whenever the rope was out. The blade cut through the ties like butter and your hands were instantly on his shoulders. He reached down a hand and helped you guide him into you and you both were moaning as you sunk down all the way. A few timid pulls up and down had his head thrown back, moans and groans sliding through his plush lips. You leaned down and started sucking bruises on his neck at the same time your hips increased in pace. You rode him only searching for your pleasure. Pressing up against your g-spot again and again until you were seeing stars.
“I can feel you squeezing around me. Cum for me, pretty girl.” And that was all you needed to explode around him. His hand on your hip rolled your hips as your orgasm left you twitching above him. He wasn’t far behind you and a few more strokes was all it took for him to spill himself inside of you. Burying himself deep against your cervix as he grip your hip hard enough to bruise. He rolled you both over and pulled you tight against his chest. His hand massaging the tender flesh on your wrists, slowly bringing the muscles back to life. Rubbing the stiffness out of your shoulders. You melted further into him.
“I am sorry. For all that I said.” You whispered against his chest.
“No you aren’t.” He joked, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “And I love you for it.”
“I love you too.” You said as you connected your lips to his and relished in the afterglow.
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You are Safe - Deepest Desires
//One shot of Deepest Desires - Astarion Drabble. Very fluffy/comforting smut with many feelings. Not edited... Song Rec: Light by Sleeping at Last//
Explicit, Astarion x f!Tav, post cannon, 2.2k
cw: coping with sex/intimacy issues & allusions to Astarion's past
Astarion Ancunin was a sight to behold in any light.
The moon might make him look like some ethereally wicked beauty, but Tav much preferred the golden glow they were bathed in now.
She sank into the plush leather sofa near the crackling hearth, cradling a cup of mulled wine. The spiced aroma chased away the chill of the night fallen outside the inn as her eyes drew lazily over the trophies adoring the walls—swords, shields, mounted heads of beasts. Theirs was just another story to add to the collection.
Tav might be warmer still, without the vampire stretched out languidly beside her, but she would not give up the comfort of his closeness for the world.
“You know, I still don’t like being the hero. It is beyond tedium. ”
Astarion mused over the rim of his cup, as if he could detect her thoughts and had to refute them.
“That so? You play the part so well.” Tav quipped back lovingly.
“Well, I suppose I do enjoy all of the fawning adulation.” Astarion mused. “And the gold, of course.”
Tav shook her head fondly. She’d let him maintain the charade as long as he liked; she had already seen under the mask. He sent a smirk her way, his ruby eyes glinting with the firelight. Distracting her from the way he was balancing his goblet on its very edge, one of his dexterous fingers on lip of the drink, tilting further and further as if he dared the wine inside to spill.
Or he was simply teasing Tav with the threat of it.
“Beggin’ your pardon,” The inn keeper, a matronly half-orc with a smile around her tusks approached them. “Finest room we have is ready for ya, token of our gratitude for dealin’ with our Worg problem.”
“Thank you, Gerda, that’s too kind of you.” Tav said graciously. “We’re happy we could help.”
She shot her companion a glance, but he was intently finishing his wine with only a raise of his eyebrows.
She felt Astarion’s eyes on her as she conversed cordially with the inn keeper, his gaze as tangible as a caress along her cheek. Tav knew the warmth of that look. Little flickering moments of unguarded affection more sincere than any pretty picture his words could paint.
The only recognition Tav gave was the smile at the corner of her lips. Because that was the game they played. Sparing his pride until the rest of the world faded away.
This. This was everything she fought for. These quiet nights brighter than any flames.
…
Soon they retreated to the comfort of their room after a long day. Astarion led her up the stairs, silently twining their fingers together. Tav knew it was another gesture she wasn’t supposed to linger on, but if he kept this up, the dam would burst sooner rather than later.
He pushed the door to their chambers open with an overly theatrical flourish. “Not quite fit for a king…but I suppose it will do.”
Tav rolled her eyes, stepping past him to take in a very comfortable room that was downright luxurious in its details. Plush carpet, dark wood walls, and a canopied bed piled with silken sheets and pillows.
“After sleeping in bedrools on the hard ground,” Tav put her hands on her hips, a smile on her lips with her tone placating him. “I think it will suffice.”
Astarion came up behind her then, his cool breath ghosting over her ear as he murmured. “Then it is a shame you will not have the time to admire the finer details.”
In the second of warning he gave, Tav knew well he could hear every uptick of her heart.
Astarion had her spun around, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. Tav’s back hit the wall with a soft thud, her lover’s lithe body pinning her in place as he lifted their still entwined hands above her head.
Those clever fingers hand already snuck under the hem of her tunic, drawing lines over the swell of her hip.
“I have all that I need to admire.” Tav arched to the touch with a sigh as she finally exhaled.
“Such flattery.” Astarion’s smirk was downright sinful, sending heat and want curling through her. Those ruby eyes glinted bright in the soft firelight of the room.
Soon, their packs were dropped to the side, shedding the last trappings of battle with the armor and gore already tucked away. Leaving no more barriors between them as passion sparked in the scant space between them. His nibble fingers made quick work of the laces of her tunic, the fabric falling away to expose her collarbones, and her chest.
Tav lifted her chin, playfully offering her neck, knowing how it thrilled him though he would not bite—not just yet. But Astarion would duck his head to draw his teeth teasingly along the colomn of her throat.
She peered over his white curls. “My love, the door is still—” A sharp kick shut the door, and its lever lock clicked into place. “Thank you.”
Astarion’s scoff tingled against her pulse point. He was far more preoccupied with mapping out the newly exposed skin, like it hadn’t been under his lips a thousand times. As if he wasn’t intimately familiar and once again confident with his ability to drive her mad. As if she didn’t know him just as well.
When he pulled back to rid her of her pesky tunic, she used her chance. Tav’s fingers slid into his silky curls, just brushing her thumbs over the tips of his pointed ears.
That got his attention.
Astarion made a low, pleased sound in the back of his throat, finding her mouth again.
The kisses grew more urgent as Astarion pressed Tav back against the wood-paneled wall, her arms around his shoulders as he used his thigh to part hers.
Easy as could be, like they were dancing together again. Tav took his lead, her leg hooked around his waist before he had to reach for her. Their bodies were brought flush together--letting her feel the hard press of his arousal.
“It would be a shame,” Tav murmured against the vampire’s lips. “Not to make use of the bed, don’t you think? I know how much you do enjoy fine linens.”
Astarion laughed, the sound decadent yet playful. “My darling, the only thing more appealing than being wrapped up in silk, is being wrapped up in you.”
Heat flooded into her cheeks, just like he knew it would. Even now, his lines always worked on her.
Tav reached for the hem of Astarion’s shirt, ridding him of it and letting it join her tunic on the floor. He was already walking her back towards the bed—but it just wasn’t enough to map out the planes of his chest with her fingers, hooking into the waist of his breaches.
“Can I?” Tav lifted her eyes, her mouth already watering.
“You hardly have to ask.” He purred, pecking her lips just once more. “But…I’m glad that you did.”
She always would. Sometimes to his annoyance, but the vampire seemed more than in the mood to humor her sweetness tonight. Astarion freed his cock from his breeches as he sat back on the bed, stroking himself languidly, watching her with bright ruby eyes as she eagerly sank to her knees.
He was so damn gorgeous like this, confident in seeking his pleasure, knowing Tav was more than willing to give.
Her hand curled around his, before she was drawing the tip of him between her lips. She adored the sweet, strangled sound he gave as he relenquished his hold to her, those deft fingers threading into her hair as she swallowed him down.
Tav loved him like this. Loved that she was the one who got to see Astarion this way—wanting and vulnerable and utterly hers.
She poured every ounce of devotion into the slide of her mouth, wanting him to shatter from it. For all pretense to fall away like the filthy praise faltering from his lips, and let her catch him when he fell.
Astarion tensed under her, the muscles in his thighs and the hand in her hair gone ridgid.
Tav pulled back, her eyes seeking his, looking for the glassy sheen to cover his red irises or the distance in his gaze. “You can let go, love.” lacing the reassurance his ego sometimes spurned in a seductive purr. “I want you to.”
Astarion’s scoff was breathier than he intended, she could see it on his face, but the hand in her hair curled around her chin, capturing her jaw as he bent to claim her lips.
“As tempting as that mouth of yours may be…I’d much rather be inside you.”
Her pulse quickened under his hold.
Tav was on her feet, ridding herself of any thing that could get between them. Before straddling Astarion’s lap. Reveling in his groan as he tasted himself on her tongue.
Those damned fingers of his were already delving between her soaked folds, thumbing her clit so perfectly it was maddening in an instant.
“Astarion, please…” Tav breathed against his mouth.
“I know darling.” His grin nipped at her lower lip, fingers sliding into her and curling just so. “No one knows you as I do.”
He was distracting her, and he was so very, very good at it. Tav rocked needily into him, pleasure sparking up her spine. Her fingers clutched into the fine curls at the back of his neck. Trying to ground herself to meet his burning gaze.
“No one loves you as I do.”
Something beautifully yearning moved across his face. The ghost of a longing to be known—and to still be loved. It was all he could never bring himself to ask for, and yet she gave it, freely, whenever she thought he may need it.
The next meeting of their lips was filled with nothing but tenderness, even as he pulled her closer still, breaking only as he filled her completely.
Astarion’s grip tightened on her hips, and Tav understood.
She let him bear her back onto the plush bed, surrendering to his need for control. Her hands fell back to either side of the pillow, as she searched the ethereal beauty of his face above her, assuring herself that he wasn’t lost to the old shadows.
Clear crimson eyes gazed back at her, their only darkness that of desire.
Satisfied, Tav wrapped her legs around Astarion’s waist, urging him deeper inside her. He obliged her with a precise roll of his hips that nearly had stars bursting behind her eyelids.
“That’s it, my love.” Astarion purred, his breath played over her lips as his body moved with hers, sweet and aching, their fingers wound together even as he kept her wrists pinned.
Tav could feel the edge of her bliss tugging at her, the way she clenched desperately around his cock, it was so damn close—
Astarion shuddered above her, tensing on instinct, resisting that final surrender, even now. His old wounds would never go fully away, but she could soothe them when they surfaced. Because she knew him.
“Let go, my love, I have you.”
He did, spilling into her with a choked cry, his hips snapping hard and fast into hers, sending pleasure that arched up her spine until it overwhelmed her.
Spent, still tangled together, collapsed together.
Astarion’s cool skin was a balm against her heated body, when he finally released her hands. Tav’s arms wrapped around him, feeling the faintest of trembling in the raw moments after. He hid his face crook of her shoulder, letting her fingers slide through his curls.
Tav shifted only enough to bare her throat to him, remembering how he teased that she tasted better shortly after their coupling.
Far from a distraction, it was a gesture of the intimate trsut they shared. Astarion only hesitated a moment, before sharp fangs pierced her skin, and Tav relaxed into the familiar heat and sting.
He drank from her, lost in the bliss of her blood. Comforted by the familiarity of it.
When the vampire pulled back, a trickle of red dripped from his grin, and Tav swiped it away with her thumb.
Astarion turned his face into her touch, a kiss pressed into her palm. Before he gathered her into his arms for the rest of the night.
…
Golden sunlight crept across the room as dark became day.
Astarion stayed with his head tucked under Tav’s chin, her heart beat a comforting rhythm against his ear. He stirred only as the warm glow softened his sharp features, and she finally gave in to the urge to trace the contours of his face.
Astarion’s eyes fluttered open, immediately seeking hers. A lazy smirk tugged at his lips as he lifted a hand to caress her cheek in turn, the warmth of the Ring of Daylight around his fourth finger a delicious contrast to his cool skin.
“Looking for a cuddle?” he asked, his tone playful yet tender, echoing their first morning together.
Tav laughed softly, leaning into his touch. “Always,” she replied, her heart swelling with love for this man who had come so far, who had learned to trust and to love despite everything he’d endured.
Their fingers intertwined with the comforting sound of his ring meeting hers. Warmed by the golden light forevermore.
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Ooooo what about domestic Sukuna HCs? Or even general for him! He's my fave, little cannibal pookie 💖
-🐈⬛
tbh sukuna isn’t one of my favs so i’ve never really thought about it i guess! but also personally i just don’t see him living a domestic life within the actual realm of the jjk setting buuuuuut!!!!
if you don’t mind something based in a modern AU setting then!!
sukuna is 100% a tattoo artist and is still covered in all of his black line tattoos!
modern!sukuna who either wears BAGGYYYYY clothes 24/7 or the tightest fits he can manage to squeeze into
works out constantly
listens to a mix of deftones, sleep token, and istg probably any and all kpop
piercings galore!
his nipples are pierced
out of all of his piercings he 100% has a tongue piercing and shows it off any chance he gets
paints his nails
still a little bit of an ass but it’s more of the “i’m annoying bc i don’t want to admit i like you” type
rolls his eyes when he has to give you his hoodie
has only one pet and it’s probably a goldfish pfft
will never admit he makes excuses just to hang out with you
“what? all i asked is if you wanna go on a walk with my pet fish and i. it’s whatever if you don’t”
could def see him being in a band too (either the drummer or guitarist!)
i also think at first he wanted nothing to do with you but then started having several dreams about you and ended up just “i have to talk to them now”
when you two finally get together, he probably loves sketching on your hand or arm with a pen
i also don’t think he has ever planned a single date idk why LOL i just feel like he goes with the flow? doesn’t plan things just drags ya along
serial hair dyer like will dye his hair at any minor inconvenience
loves to go shopping but HATES actually having to pay for stuff
would steal if you asked him to do so
also i can’t decide if he’s either the biggest dork/nerd ever who enjoys doing chemistry or math OR he’s actually the biggest idiot EVER idk it could go either way skhsskjsjhs
well that’s all i’ve got for right now!! if you would like more or agree/disagree let me know! thanks for requesting :3
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⋆。°✩ 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜
꩜ boyfriend!changmin x gn!reader
꩜ established relationship
꩜ you receive a package of clothes you ordered the other day and Changmin insists you show him everything you got. Little did he know you had a little surprise for him as well
or: You ask your boyfriend to try on a mini skirt for you because you love his thighs
wc: 2.6k
warnings: slightly suggestive
a/n: there's not much to say, I think Changmin would look irrisitable in a mini skirt and that's it, that's the plot.
It was Saturday morning. Or was it Friday? Your mind felt groggy as you opened your eyes, your room flooded by the golden rays of the morning hour. Still half asleep, you reached across the bed with your arm, a bit confused when you’re greeted with nothing but wrinkly sheets and an unoccupied pillow.
You groaned to yourself, it’s probably not even 10am and all your sleepy mind was craving were some cuddles and kisses but your boyfriend seemed to have dissolved himself into thin air.
Not ready to get up and go look for him, you tossed and turned a few more times in your bed until you faintly registered people talking outside of your room. You perked up slightly, squinting at your door as you heard your front door shut; next thing you heard were footsteps and they were getting closer and closer until eventually the door to your bedroom opened.
Changmin revealed himself to you, his black hair still disheveled from sleep, his oversized sleep shirt slipping down on one of his shoulders. You had to hold back the urge to coo at how cozy he looked. Eventually, you noticed the big cardboard boy he carried.
“The clothes you ordered a few days ago just arrived.” He explained, voice still a bit horse from sleep.
You sat up, your mind more and more present as the seconds go by, the fogginess of dreamland slowly fading.
“You went to go get it?”
“You didn’t wake up from the doorbell ringing so I went to check.”
Changmin moved over to sit down beside you after he placed the box at the foot of the bed.
“Thanks, baby” you give him a soft kiss to the cheek as a token of your appreciation and you both eye the package together.
“Are you gonna show me what you got, or what?” Changmin requested as he smiled at you excitedly. His favorite part about you getting new clothes is when you’d try them all on for him and you’d decide together which pieces to keep and which ones to send back. There was just something about being the sole audience member to your very own little fashion show that he enjoyed a lot.
“Let’s have breakfast first.” You suggested as you comb your hand through his hair lazily and even though Changmin seems to be a bit impatient, judging by the slight pout that’s gracing his features, he eventually agreed and followed you out into the kitchen.
30 minutes later he was sitting on the couch in the living room, a fresh, steaming hot coffee sitting in front of him on the coffee table. He hasn’t changed out of his pajamas yet, the only thing added to his look of an oversized shirt and gray sweatpants were a pair of black rectangular glasses placed on the bridge of his nose.
As he made himself comfortable on the couch, you went back into your room, going through the box of clothes and deciding which items to try on first.
Whenever you do these kinds of things, you make sure to take your time to actually put together an outfit, not only to see if the clothes fit into your already existing wardrobe but also because it was always really endearing how Changmin would hype you up and point out all the things he loved about your outfit or give you suggestions on how you could elevate your fit even further.
After you decided on a pair of washed out, gray-blue denim jeans, which accentuate your ass perfectly, if you might say so yourself, you found a vest in the same order that fit the jeans perfectly. You rounded up the outfit with a white shirt to wear under the woven orange brown vest, added some jewelry as well and didn’t waste any time to show it all off to your boyfriend.
Changmin heard the door to your bedroom open and his head instantly snapped into your direction. His eyes were already on you, having scanned your body up and down multiple times by the time you walked down the corridor and were standing in front of him.
You do a little spin for him, the vest flowing in the air as it is a bit oversized on you. You also hit a few poses in order to show him all the angles.
“Woah” his mouth was slightly agape, his eyes shimmering. The jewelry you picked accentuated the whole outfit perfectly and he’d have loved to take you out then and there, showing you off to everyone who may lay their eyes on the both of you.
“The color suits you so well, baby!” He complimented, eyes big as he’s still taking in your look “I’ve been telling you, you should wear more colors in general, it kind of makes you look more vibrant over all.”
And that’s precisely why you enjoyed doing these things with Changmin so much. Your boyfriend was really into fashion in general and you never questioned his taste in clothes before, that’s how well dressed he usually is. Automatically, you value his opinion a lot when it comes to the clothes you picked out for yourself and getting praise like that from him makes you flustered in all the best ways possible.
“Also, your ass in these jeans looks phenomenal” he added, gaze lingering on the way the jeans hugged your waist and hips.
“I know, right?” You joined in on his enthusiasm.
“I actually think I’m gonna keep both of the items, what do you think?”
Your boyfriend checks you out one last time in the current fit before giving his approval; not that you’d need him to approve your choice in clothes, he knows that.
“Definitely, the whole look is one big yay if you ask me.”
Before you go and change into the next outfit, you take a few steps towards Changmin, grab his jaw and give him a quick, lighthearted kiss, to which he smiles at you satisfied.
As you decide which items to try on next, your eyes land on a specific piece of clothing and instantly you were reminded of the idea you had in mind when you first decided to order the item.
In your hand you were holding not only one but two mini skirts, one of them gray and the other one black. As you browse further through your box of goodies, you find the black waist corset that was originally part of the vision and you smile to yourself excitedly.
You put on the gray skirt combined with a white, flowy dress shirt and a fitting waist chain that you found in your jewelry collection. The matching black skirt you clasp in one hand behind your back as you step out of your room again.
Changmin didn’t waste a single second to admire your second outfit.
“Oh, a mini skirt? I love it. And the dress shirt is so dreamy.” He gushes over you the instant he laid eyes on you. You didn’t miss how his gaze lingered for a moment on your exposed thighs.
And you had to admit to yourself, you were in love with the whole outfit and how it looked on you; your vision basically coming to life. But there was a second part to the whole idea you’d hoped would be a beautiful addition to your already stunning look.
“Thank you, Minnie” You beamed at him. There was something so intoxicating about how dedicated Changmin was to these little fashion shows; having all his undivided attention on you made your insides do a flip.
“Okay so, I had this idea…” you started to explain, while heat rose to your cheeks.
“Oh, yeah? What did you have in mind?” Changmin seemed instantly intrigued by your teasing, curious what was on your mind.
“Okay so, when I was ordering this” you pointed towards the skirt you were wearing “I couldn’t help but imagine how it would look if we’d be matching.”
From behind your back, you reveal the black skirt to him.
“And I was wondering if you’d be down to try this on with me?” You ask shyly.
It’s not like Changmin has never worn a skirt before, but from what you’ve seen they are usually on the longer side, never shorter than knee length and while the looks Changmin created with these skirts where immaculate, you couldn’t help but wondering what he’d look like in a mini skirt, with his lean muscular dancer thighs exposed. The image hasn’t left your head since it first occurred to you, so you figured you had to shoot your shot.
“You want us to wear matching mini skirts?” Changmin inquired about the obvious, raising an intrigued eyebrow at you.
There was a cocky smirk starting to form on his lips as he watched how you got progressively more flustered at the idea of him wearing the skirt. He could see it was something you’d really like him to try. Even though he has never been opposed to the idea of wearing mini skirts in the first place, he could never possibly deny you a request like that.
“I just think it’d look really good on you– on us both, I mean!” You went to explain yourself as Changmin slowly got up from the couch, stepping closer to you and eventually taking the skirt from your hands.
“It is a really cute skirt” he agreed as he looked at the piece of clothing properly, his tone teasing.
He is a bit surprised to see how the thought of all of this was affecting you, though. If he’d have known that him wearing a mini skirt would leave you this flustered, he’d have done so ages ago.
“So, you’ll wear it? For me?” You request, eyes big as you wait for his answer.
“How could I possibly say no, if you ask me like that, darling” he smirks at you, placing a kiss on your forehead before making his way to your bedroom to change. It’s not like he wouldn’t change right then and there in front of you, but something within him wanted to show off the same way you did with your outfits earlier, make himself look presentable and see what he can find to combine with the skirt to see your reaction.
“Changmin!” You call out to him before he steps into your bedroom.
“Hmm?” He perks up
“I’ve got something else you might want to wear with the skirt, I laid it out on the bed for you. Only if you feel like it of course.”
“Look at you spoiling me today. I’ll check it out, thank you, baby” and with that he disappeared from your sight.
This time it was your turn to sit on the couch, your fingers fidgeting as you were waiting for your boyfriend to finish changing.
About five minutes later you heard the door opening and out stepped Changmin, wearing the black mini skirt combined with the black waist corset you’ve laid out for him earlier, a knitted white vest tucked loosely into the corset, also leaving his arms and parts of his shoulders exposed. You didn’t fail to notice how he had put on a pair of dangling earrings as well to complete the look.
As he stood in front of you, your mouth went dry. You scanned his body up and down, starting at the knee high socks he has put on, traveling further up to his thighs where your eyes got stuck for a moment. You loved his thighs so much, the skin tan and the outlines of his lean muscles visibly even when he was not flexing them. Next thing your eyes catched was how perfectly the corset seemed to hug his waist, leaving nothing to the imagination.
As you travel further up, your eyes fixate on the V-cut of the vest and his partially exposed, delicate and sensitive collarbones.
This outfit seemed to highlight all your favorite parts about your boyfriend’s physique in a manner that made him look like a tall tease on two legs.
Your gaze traveled all the way up until you reached the smug smile he was wearing at leaving you speechless like that.
“You like it?” He asked as if it couldn’t be any more obvious by the way you were drooling over him.
“Yes, very much so. Babe, you look– just everything about this look, I’m–��
The self satisfaction at seeing you so flustered and all of that just because he put on a mini skirt and dressed up for you was evident on his face.
Slowly, he takes a step towards where you were sitting on the couch.
“You know, you seem quite affected. Do you need me to get you a glass of water?” He teased, chuckling at his own remark. He knew he was hot.
There have been countless times where Changmin looked at his lover and was left speechless at their beauty and frankly also at how irresistible they looked whenever the both of you dressed up. Something he appreciated a lot about the relationship the two of you shared though was that you never failed to make him feel the same way. The way you were looking at him right now, he felt beautiful, he felt desired, he felt loved. It was an unmeasurable ego boost and he was surprised again and again how good you made him feel about himself.
He took another few steps towards you, until your knees bumped together.
“You just look… really good. You look pretty, Minnie” you compliment him, knowing the effect it has on him.
It didn’t take Changmin two seconds and he was straddling your lap. As if on instinct, your hands found purchase on his thighs as he was crossing his arms behind your neck.
“I have a feeling, I should wear mini skirts more often, yeah?” He whispers against your cheek in-between soft kisses he places along your cheekbone.
“I’m serious, you look so pretty like this, baby” you keep telling him as you were truly obsessed with everything about this.
Your hands slowly traveled up his thighs, centimeter by centimeter sneaking their way under his skirt, making Changmin hiss under his breath in the process.
He could drown in the attention you were giving him; in the way your touch was so soft yet so wicked, the thought unable to leave his mind that it was him that made you feel this way, made you want to touch him, made you want to caress him, made you desire him.
“And you like it when I look pretty, don’t you?” He said before his kisses travel down to your jaw and neck. One kiss at the time the tension in the air rises and your skin starts to itch, yearning for his touches, for the soft grace of his lips all over your body.
“Yes, so pretty, just for me.” You validate him, slightly tilting your head to give him better access, while your hands were still busy exploring your boyfriend’s thighs.
And you were taking your time with them. Making sure to pay attention to every little curve of muscle you could get our fingers on, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin.
If you’d have known your silly little idea would have let to this, you’d have begged your boyfriend to wear matching mini skirts way sooner.
I'm actually thinking of continuing this and making a slightly longer explicit version, but idk yet.
I hope you enjoyed nonetheless! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
#tbz#the boyz#the boyz x reader#the boyz imagines#the boyz fanfic#changmin x you#the boyz x you#ji changmin#kpop imagines#tbz imagines#changmin imagine#changmin#changmin x reader#tbz fluff#tbz x reader#tbz x you#tbz x y/n#the boyz au#the boyz scenarios#the boyz fic#kpop fanfics#kpop x reader#kyu#the boyz changmin#ji changmin fanfiction#ji changmin fanfic#tbz fanfic#tbz fanfiction#the boyz fanfiction#tbz Q
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I heard your call and came to fulfill your wish
Hi, there! First time ordering here (I hope I do it right)
Reader: Neutral 👍
Type: Headcanons (Romantic)
Scenary: Romantic headcanons about a reader who gives flowers to his lover as a token of his love and appreciate (each flower has a romantic connotation)
With Jamil, Silver And Leona
ooo you asked perfectly! I'm not super well known on flower meanings so I'll just use basic ones probably, but provide the meaning (also sorry if I misunderstood anything)
(contents: established relationship, mentions of the reader and Jamil dating before the overblot,and the reader being present during Jamil's overblot, and just some badly done angst in Jamil and Leona's)
giving flowers <3
Jamil Viper
Daffodils,bright yellow petels and a bright green stem to accompany it, they symbolize new beginnings and peace, and occasionally, forgiveness
And god knows Jamil needs forgiveness
After his overblot he couldn't look you in the eyes, even if you were dating at the time, but despite all the events that he made you endure when in a blind rage, you were the first to forgive him
White daisies, the classic white petaled flower that fits well in hair, symbolizing loyalty, beauty, patience, and simplicity
Sounds just like Jamil huh?
Jamil would always try and accompany you when you went out, and anytime someone else would try to even talk to him, he'd ignore them and go straight to you
(could be his antisocial-ness as well, but still)
And I mean he has to be the most gorgeous man ever, long silky hair, smooth skin, dazzling eyes, the epitome of beauty
Along with his insane patience due to handling Kalim, he rarely ever snaps, and finally, the simplicity of life he oh so enjoys
so, with a simple bouquet and a guilt ridden boyfriend, you ventured off to Scarabia
After wandering around for awhile a student told you Jamil was in the kitchen, and once you walked in Jamil's head raised before a nervous expression filled his face as he looked away to focus on cooking
Without saying any words, you walked up and gave him the flowers and a kiss on the cheek before leaving the kitchen, leaving a stunned Jamil with flowers in his hands
Now, Jamil doesn't know the flowers meanings, but he does know that almost all flowers you give him are for a reason, so after the dorm had dinner he decided to look up the meanings, his face softening as he read the various meanings
And bam, a sudden ding from your phone, low and behold... your boyfriend finally texted you <3
Silver
Magnolia, large white petals forming a elegent shape, it represents nobility and perfection, who better fits these then Silver?
Silver, a honest and courageous knight, who always manages to sleep like a princess with perfect hair and (almost) perfect manners
Dandelion, a airy and puffy weed that symbolizes strength and resilience
Because who is it that always helps you no matter the toll it takes on him? Silver
It's always nice to hang out with your boyfriend, him taking a nap by a tree while you pick flowers nearby, carefully holding them as to not pull off any petels
You've noticed that the local wildlife that swarms around Silver has taken notice of your flower picking and giving tendencies, and have started to bring you little flowers to add into the bouquet
So, with a Dandelion, Magnolia, and various wildflowers collected by birds, you walked back to your sleeping boyfriend
You get up to him and decide to sit next to him, putting the flowers into his open palm and not wake him, opting to just silently sit and cloud gaze
Eventually he started to wake up, grabbing onto the flowers and looking over at them once his eyes opened, before looking back at you and putting his hand on your own
Does he know the meaning of the flowers? god knows, but he seems to get you your own with specific meanings, so you say he does
Leona Kingscholar
Iris, a beautifully purple flower that symbolizes royalty and respect
Because in your mind despite him not being in line for the throne, he's still a person to highly respect
Orange tulips, unique petals that face upwards, symbolizing understanding and appreciation
Because what Leona really needs is someone to not brush off his struggles and understand his difficulties
Ever since Leona's overblot and the whole school learning his true feelings and envy, he's had a hard time meeting with you, last minute panic and cancellation in the fear of being judged
So, you get him a lovely bouquet of Orange tulips and Irises, going through Savannaclaw to find your boyfriend, only to be told he's out napping somewhere, so the delivery of flowers lands on Ruggie
After Leona was awoken by Ruggie he received flowers and automatically knew who sent them, looking at the arrangements of flowers with a meaning he knows is true from you
Bouquet in hand, he gets up and ventures off to find you
So, here you are now, after getting a sudden text from Leona that he was coming to your dorm, you are now peacefully cuddling with your boyfriend
#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#jamil viper x reader#silver x reader#leona kingsholar x reader
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𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞
Warnings: age gap (obvs) although its kind of questionable in this, rough sex?, blowie? he hurts her (kinda....) i'm so sick
The dynamic between them was one of glittering imbalance, a silent arrangement where neither spoke of the terms, though both knew them well. He had plucked her from obscurity after one of his shows, a night that had been as much about indulgence as it was about power. She’d been in the audience, radiant in her simplicity, her wide-eyed admiration unmistakable even in the crowded stadium.
Later, backstage, he had found her lingering, unsure of herself, her youth and awe making her seem out of place among the clinking glasses and hushed murmurs of industry elites. She was nervous but willing, and that combination had intrigued him. He liked things that bent easily to his will, and she had practically offered herself up without him having to ask.
From there, it had been easy. He showered her with gifts, wrapping her in luxury and adoration so intoxicating she couldn’t see it for what it was: a gilded cage. Designer handbags, jewelry that sparkled like stars, dresses that clung to her figure with expensive precision, all tokens of his affection, if you could call it that. He liked her soft, pliable, polished into the perfect little doll to sit on his arm.
And she adored him for it. Or at least, she adored the version of him she had built in her mind, the man who saw her in a way no one else ever had. To her, his gifts were proof of his devotion, his way of showing her she was special, worthy of the attention of someone as important as him.
He, of course, saw it differently. She wasn’t a lover in the traditional sense, not someone he’d ever write poetry about or lose sleep over. She was an indulgence, a pretty little thing to keep him entertained, to stroke his ego and obey his whims without question. He enjoyed the way she looked at him, like he was the sun and she was a flower desperate for light. That kind of adoration was addictive, even for someone as jaded as him.
When they were together, the balance was always tilted in his favor. He decided where they went, what she wore, even what they ate. She followed without complaint, her bright, eager smile never faltering, no matter how casually he dismissed her or how rarely he acknowledged the effort she put into pleasing him.
She told herself it didn’t matter. That the moments he did look at her, the fleeting touches, the rare compliments, were worth more than all the coldness in between. She had convinced herself that he cared, in his own way, even if that care was wrapped up in control and distance.
To him, she was a novelty, a pretty distraction, someone to admire his world without ever truly being a part of it. And yet, despite his indifference, or perhaps because of it, she clung to the illusion that what they had was real, that he saw her as more than just something to toy with.
And in her mind, he was everything: a man who had plucked her from nothing, elevated her, and given her a taste of a world she’d never dreamed of belonging to. She loved him with the kind of blind, unshakable devotion that only comes from youth and inexperience. And he let her, because it amused him. Because he liked the way she fit so perfectly into the role he had cast her in: soft, sweet, and entirely his.
The sun slanted low over the cobbled streets, dipping the world in amber light that caught the gold flecks in her hair as she waited, lingering in the living room. Her hands, soft, slender, clutched the handles of glossy shopping bags that swung like pendulums, weighted with small treasures she had carefully chosen. Her fingers ached from the weight, but her heart ached more, carrying the hope he might smile.
And then he appeared.
He moved through the doorway like a shadow cast long before him, tall, angular, and cold as a winter night. His eyes swept over her, indifferent, like one glancing at furniture that had always been there. A faint smile played on her lips, but his own stayed still, cruelly restrained, as though any sign of affection would cost him dearly.
“You’re home early,” he said, the words clipped, not cruel in sound but in the distance they implied.
“I thought you might like these, Alex” she began, her voice rising like a sparrow, small and eager, as she lifted the bags slightly for him to notice.
He didn’t. Instead, he brushed past her, the scent of tobacco and faint leather swirling in his wake. Already halfway to the balcony, he turned and whistled low, sharp, a sound that was unfamiliar to her. A summons, not an invitation.
She followed.
Out on the balcony, the city murmured below, the distant hum of voices and the occasional laughter rising like smoke. He sat, sprawled in the wrought iron chair with a cigarette between his fingers, lighting it with a deliberate, almost theatrical slowness. The lighter flared, and for a moment, his face glowed with a holy kind of beauty, sharp cheekbones, shadowed eyes, lips that could have spoken tenderness but instead exhaled smoke.
She hovered at the door, unsure, as she always was. “I got you something. Several somethings,” she said, her voice soft, hopeful, almost too sweet for the world.
He didn’t look at her. He took a drag from the cigarette, exhaling toward the skyline. “Don’t hover,” he said, the words dragging like the smoke itself. “Sit, if you want. Or don’t.”
Her cheeks burned, but she stepped out onto the balcony, setting the bags quietly against the wall. She sat across from him, hands folded in her lap, her eyes searching his face for even a trace of warmth. There was none. There was only the night settling in around them, cold and indifferent, a mirror to the man she adored.
“Did you have fun?” he asked after a silence stretched too thin, his tone so flat it almost sounded like mockery.
She nodded quickly, almost too eagerly. “I went everywhere. I kept thinking of you.”
He chuckled, a dry sound that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’m sure you did.”
The words landed between them like shards of glass, and still, she smiled. Sweet as sunshine. Desperate to warm the cold of him, even if it meant burning herself in the process.
The air between them thickened with the haze of his cigarette smoke, spiraling lazily upward like the cruelty that hung unspoken in his gaze. She sat still, her back straight, her hands folded tightly in her lap. The city murmured far below, but it may as well have been a world away. Here, on the balcony, there was only him. His sharp cheekbones, his callous grin, the weight of his gaze that seemed to measure her every weakness.
He took a long drag, the ember flaring bright, before leaning forward and exhaling directly in her face. She coughed softly, fanning the smoke with her hand, but her smile didn’t falter. She would never let it falter.
“Sweet thing,” he drawled, the cigarette dangling from his fingers as his eyes roamed her face. “You should try it. You’re always so good, so clean. Aren’t you curious?”
She shook her head quickly, her cheeks flushing. “No, thank you,” she said, her voice as light as a songbird’s, though her heart was racing.
He smirked at her refusal, a flicker of something mean dancing in his dark eyes. “No?” he asked, tilting his head. “That’s no way to learn.”
Before she could respond, his hand shot out, gripping her jaw. His touch was firm, rough, and he tilted her face up toward him with a deliberate force that made her gasp. The cigarette hovered inches from her lips, the faint heat of its ember licking the air between them.
“You’re so small,” he murmured, his voice low, almost tender, though the malice never left his tone. “So little. Always waiting for me to decide, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widened, but she didn’t struggle. She couldn’t. His thumb pressed into her cheek, his grip unyielding, as if testing how far he could go before she broke.
“Open,” he said, soft but commanding.
“I—I don’t want to,” she whispered, her voice trembling.
His smile grew sharp as a blade. “And yet,” he said, his fingers tightening slightly, prying her lips apart with a cruel kind of patience. “Here you are. Mine to mold.”
The cigarette touched her lips briefly before he pulled it back, laughing low in his throat. He released her suddenly, her head snapping back slightly as she gasped for breath, her hands trembling in her lap.
“You really are something,” he said, leaning back in his chair, the cigarette returning to his own lips. “I should be grateful, shouldn’t I? But somehow, you always leave me wanting more.”
She sat frozen, the heat of his touch still lingering on her skin. But then, slowly, she folded her hands again, straightened her spine, and forced a small smile to her lips.
“Yes,” she whispered, though her voice shook.
He chuckled again, the sound scraping against the night. “We’ll see about that,” he said, flicking ash over the balcony rail. “Won’t we, little one?”
Her chest fluttered with the kind of breathless admiration that felt too big for her small frame. Every movement he made, every careless gesture, was poetry to her something unstudied yet achingly deliberate. The way he leaned back in his chair, smoke curling from his lips as though the air bent itself to him, was nothing short of magnificent. He was a man so entirely self-assured, so utterly himself, that she felt honored just to orbit him, even if it was at a distance.
Her fingers toyed with the hem of her dress, her cheeks warm as she cast a sidelong glance at him. He didn’t notice, he rarely seemed to notice, but that didn’t matter. To her, it was enough just to be here, to be close to him. He was everything she admired: confident, commanding, unapologetic in the way he existed in the world. His sharp edges didn’t seem cruel to her; they seemed powerful, like marble carved by a sculptor.
He exhaled another plume of smoke, and she leaned forward just slightly, as though trying to catch it. Even the faint smell of tobacco on him seemed elegant, worldly, a sign of the life he’d lived before her. A life she could only dream of understanding.
She knew he wasn’t like her. He wasn’t soft, wasn’t patient. He didn’t say things to reassure her or offer her the kind of affection she sometimes craved. But what he did give her, the sharpness of his attention, the weight of his gaze when he’d meet hers, felt more precious than any softness ever could. He was a man of few words, and fewer still that were kind, but wasn’t that just because he was real? He wasn’t pretending for her, wasn’t dressing himself up in gentleness just to please her. That made everything he said, every glance, every acknowledgment, feel like a treasure she could hoard.
And she loved him for it. Completely, utterly, without reservation. Even when he dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Even when he walked past her without a glance. She didn’t see it as rejection; she saw it as evidence of his greatness. He was busy, important, too full of life to slow down for her, and wasn’t that exactly what made him so fascinating?
She was nothing compared to him, she knew that. She was small, ordinary, a simple girl with wide eyes and a heart too soft for the world. But he had seen her, chosen her, and that was enough to make her feel as if she were someone extraordinary.
“You’re quiet,” he said suddenly, his voice low and smooth, pulling her from her thoughts.
Her head snapped up, her cheeks coloring under his gaze. “I was just thinking,” she said quickly, her smile bright, almost bashful.
“Thinking, were you?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and for a moment, his eyes seemed to pierce through her. “What does that mind of yours get up to when I’m not looking?”
She laughed softly, shaking her head. “Just about you,” she admitted, her voice small, the truth of her words lighting up her face.
He smiled faintly, just enough to make her heart race and leaned back again, exhaling a lazy plume of smoke. “Of course you were,” he said, almost as if it were obvious.
He stubbed out the cigarette without thinking, his careless, confident hand moving to her inner thigh, the ash grazed her thigh and the butt burnt her fair skin.
The warmth spread before she fully registered it, a sharp sting blossoming on her skin. She gasped softly, her eyes darting to his face, waiting for him to apologize, to acknowledge the thoughtlessness of the action.
But he only tilted his head, a slow smirk curling his lips. "Did that startle you, little one?" he murmured, his voice low, languid, teasing.
“It- yes,” she managed, her voice breathless but steady, her hands clutching the folds of her dress tightly in her lap. “It stung a little.”
He leaned forward, his fingers ghosting over her knee, then brushing higher, deliberate and unhurried. “Let me see,” he said, not so much asking as commanding.
Her breath hitched, but she nodded, trusting him completely, as she always did. Slowly, he flicked the edge of her skirt upward, his movements smooth and deliberate. The fabric pooled higher until the pale skin of her thigh was exposed, the faint pink mark from the cigarette a quiet testament to the sting.
His eyes lingered, and his smirk deepened, though his fingers remained gentle as they traced just above the mark. “You’re so delicate,” he said softly, almost admiringly, though the mischief in his gaze betrayed the flicker of affection behind his words. “I hardly touched you, and look at that.”
She flushed, torn between embarrassment and the strange thrill of being seen so completely by him. “It’s nothing,” she said quickly, her voice small. “I’m fine.”
He chuckled, his thumb brushing against the edge of the mark, sending a shiver up her spine. “Of course you are,” he said, leaning back, his hand still resting on her thigh for a lingering moment before withdrawing entirely. He adjusted himself in his chair, exhaling the remnants of smoke like a man entirely at ease with the world.
“You always are, aren’t you, little one?” he said, his smirk still playing on his lips as his thumb slowly traced her thigh up to the edge of her underwear, gently mapping out the stitching and intricate lace.
She nodded, folding her hands over the edge of her skirt as he let it fall back into place. Her cheeks still burned, but she kept her eyes on him, her admiration undimmed by his casual, thoughtless boldness. She would have forgiven him anything, even his cruelty, because to her, there was no one else in the world so entirely fascinating, so entirely worth enduring for.
She stayed quiet, her hands resting on her lap, the sting on her thigh faint but vivid, the ghost of his touch lingering as if to remind her that he was always in control. Her heart fluttered erratically, the warmth in her cheeks spreading through her body like a secret she wasn’t quite ready to name.
He sat back, utterly composed, a man who took everything for granted, including her unwavering adoration. With his cigarette stubbed out and discarded, he shifted his attention to her with the kind of lazy curiosity that sent ripples through her chest. His dark eyes roamed her face, lingering on the softness of her lips, the way she blinked up at him, wide-eyed.
“Do you ever wonder why I picked you?” he asked suddenly, his voice low and almost musing, as if the question had just occurred to him.
The words startled her. She opened her mouth to answer, then faltered, unsure if she was supposed to speak. “I—” she began, her voice catching in her throat. “I don’t know. I just… I’m glad you did.”
His smirk returned, slow and sharp, as if her answer had pleased him. “Of course you are,” he said, reaching out to brush his fingers beneath her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. “But don’t you wonder? Don’t you lie awake at night thinking about it? Why you, out of everyone?”
“I do,” she admitted softly, her voice trembling with the weight of the confession. “I think about it all the time.”
“And?” he prompted, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw with the same carelessness he’d used to stub out the cigarette, as if her skin were another surface for him to leave his mark on. “What do you decide, little one?”
She swallowed, her hands twisting in the fabric of her dress. “I think… maybe it’s because I admire you,” she said, the words spilling out before she could stop them. “Because I see you, how much wiser you are, how much better you are. I think you chose me because I understand how extraordinary you are?”
He laughed then, a low, rough sound that sent a thrill through her. “You’re quite the little poet, aren’t you?” he said, his fingers dropping from her chin to trace the edge of her dress. “Always saying just the right thing. It’s no wonder you’re my favorite.”
The compliment made her heart swell, even as her cheeks burned under the weight of his gaze. She wanted to say more, to tell him how she thought about him constantly, how every action she took was for him, how he made her feel like someone worth being seen. But she stayed quiet, afraid that anything more might spoil the moment.
He leaned back again, his hand withdrawing completely, as if to remind her that even his attention was a privilege she should never take for granted. “You amuse me,” he said, his voice tinged with amusement and something that felt almost like fondness. “That’s why I keep you around, girl. You keep me entertained.”
Her heart sank slightly at the words, but she smiled anyway, nodding as if they were all she’d ever wanted to hear. “I’m glad I do,” she said softly, her voice as sweet as ever.
He smirked, lighting another cigarette with the ease of someone who’d never questioned his own importance. “Good,” he said simply, exhaling a plume of smoke as he turned his attention back to the city below.
And she sat there, quiet and radiant, her hands folded neatly in her lap, the sting on her thigh a reminder that he had touched her, seen her, chosen her. And for her, that was enough. It would always be enough.
The room was quiet, save for the hum of the city outside and the soft rustle of fabric as he shifted on the sofa. His posture was relaxed, almost regal, a man fully at ease in his own dominance. His long legs sprawled across the cushions, his fingers absentmindedly tracing the rim of a glass, the air around him thick with a kind of casual authority. He didn’t need to speak loudly; his presence was enough to fill the space.
She lay on the floor before him, her body splayed out in an exaggeratedly soft way, as though she had melted into the cool surface beneath her. Her form was open, vulnerable, a direct contrast to his confident stillness. She had fallen into the role he had defined for her; passive, adoring, always waiting for the next word, the next instruction.
It wasn’t that she felt small but in his presence, she often felt like the air itself was something to be shaped and shifted by his whims. She adored it, even now, as she lay there with her cheek resting against the plush carpet. She’d grown used to this rhythm between them: his carelessness, his dominance, and her place beneath him. She didn’t resent it; she had come to crave it. It was what made her feel noticed, important, alive in a world where she was often ignored.
Without shifting his gaze from the glass, he spoke. His voice was low, smooth, an almost imperceptible command that lingered in the air.
“Crawl to me,” he said, his words detached, casual, as though he were asking her to pass him the remote rather than command her body in such an intimate way. His legs parted slightly, a subtle invitation, though the intent was clear: he was making space for her, but on his terms.
Her heart stuttered at the words, and without hesitation, she listened. Her body moved as though it had been trained for this moment, her knees dragging her forward, the smoothness of the carpet against her palms grounding her in the reality of the situation. It wasn’t an act of submission so much as it was a role she’d accepted, one she never questioned. The connection between them, for all its one-sidedness, felt true in these small, intimate actions.
As she approached, his eyes flicked down to her, the faintest hint of amusement in his gaze. There was no warmth there, only the sharpness of someone who had grown accustomed to having everything go his way. He watched her, not out of affection, but curiosity, curiosity about how far she would go, how much of herself she would give to this dynamic they shared.
When she reached his feet, she paused, her head slightly lowered in a gesture of respect, her hands resting on the floor beside her. He didn’t speak for a moment, simply watching her as though considering something private.
“You’re good at this,” he said finally, a hint of approval in his tone. “Always so eager.”
Her chest tightened, a warm flush blooming across her face at his words. She didn’t need him to say more; the faintest praise from him felt like a reward, a confirmation that she was doing her part. In his world, that was enough.
He leaned back further, stretching his legs out as he made more room for her, his fingers absentmindedly brushing the side of her face as she remained on the floor, her eyes now cast upward toward him. His touch was light, almost dismissive, but to her, it felt like a signal, an acknowledgment that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
“Good girl,” he murmured, the words drifting lazily between them. And though they weren’t spoken with deep affection, they felt more precious than any grand declaration of love she could imagine.
She remained kneeling before him, the tension in the air palpable, as her heart beat faster with each passing second. It wasn’t just the physical space between them that had shifted, but the emotional distance that seemed to grow and contract with every word he spoke. He was a mystery to her, both a puzzle and a certainty. She knew his movements, the way he would speak to her, the way he would look at her as if she were both the object of his amusement and a part of the world he controlled.
His eyes, however, had never softened toward her. They were sharp, appraising, and distant, as if to remind her that she was still something he owned, something he could toy with when he wished. She felt herself straining for his approval, her mind racing to stay in his good graces, even as she recognized, deep down, that the approval she sought was fleeting.
He shifted in his seat, his posture confident as ever, and with a single motion, flicked open his belt with rough efficiency. The sound of the leather slipping free from the buckle echoed in the room, and for a moment, she felt the weight of his indifference, the way he took what he wanted from the world around him without so much as a second thought. His hand reached into his boxers with a questionable casualness and he pushed the waistband down, his cock sprung free, still soft.
Her gaze dropped briefly to his hands as they worked with the belt, and she felt the pull of that magnetism again. The way his casual disregard seeped into her like something heavy, like a storm that had always been present in the distance, but now, she could feel it just on the edge of her consciousness.
“You like this,” he said softly to her as if testing the very idea.
Her chest tightened with the truth of it, the words cutting through her carefully constructed walls. She didn’t understand, not completely. But she couldn’t bring herself to leave, to question the undeniable draw that kept her tethered to him.
“Come on.” He urged her to come closer, pushing his palm against his crotch, coaxing himself into arousal.
She obeyed, rising onto her knees with a grace he hadn’t expected. Her movements were fluid, almost ethereal, a contrast to the roughness that soon followed. His hand shot out, fingers tangling in her hair with a harsh, possessive grip, tugging her closer. A low groan escaped him as he leaned back against the sofa, his head resting against the plush fabric. His neck stretched, the muscles taut, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he exhaled a breath that was somehow both strained and hollow.
"What are you waiting for?" he snapped, his impatience cutting through the silence. "Suck my dick, hm? Can you do that?." His words weren't a request or a suggestion, but an order, an unspoken expectation that she would comply, offering herself as a way to ease his tension. There was no room for negotiation in his voice, only the weight of his need.
Her tongue flicked at his tip, his lack of arousal coaxed her on. Making her more desperate to please him. She used her tongue, swirling it in lazy circles until he was hard.
Her eyes locked on his, gaging his reaction. He was emotionless until she took him in her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks until he brushed the back of her throat. His fingers tightened, moving her, using her. He bobbed her head, fucking her mouth, his hips lifted from the sofa to brush the back of her throat, causing her to gag and splutter. His pace grew rougher, more relentless until he was groaning and panting.
He released her head with a swift motion, his fingers brushing through her hair before retreating. Without a word, he tapped his thigh, a simple gesture, but one that carried all the weight of his intent. She didn’t need to hear anything more. Her eyes met him for a moment, understanding passing between them without a single word spoken.
Without hesitation, she moved, gracefully shifting into position. Her dress rose as she climbed onto his lap, her movements fluid, almost as if she had anticipated this. The fabric of her dress whispered against the air as it gathered around her waist, and she settled in the space he had created for her. There was a quiet ease in the way she complied, as if this routine, this dance between them, had become second nature.
He grabbed her hips and brushed her clothed core over his aching cock, teasing himself. His fingers hooked into the waistband of her ruined panties and pulled them down, leaving not a second before he pushed his hips up, filling her completely. They contrasted each other even in the intimacy of moments like this, her sensitivity and responsiveness to everything he did and his lack of reaction to anything she did.
“Alex- Alex…” She whined, her voice cracking around the edges as she tried to adjust to his size, he didn't give her a chance, snapping his hips up, pulling her down to meet each thrust. Her moans filled the space and as her head fell against his shoulder they muffled into his skin.
His groans grow rougher, deeper, almost animalistic as he carelessly pounded into her, satisfying his needs before anyone else's. His hands remained firmly clamped on her hips, allowing minimal movement.
“Relax.” He purred. His voice was more mocking than comforting and his pace didn’t falter until he came, finishing with an unspoken cockiness, refusing to let a reaction slip from his lips. Filling her, brushing her walls with his tip, still thrusting until she finished too.
She crumbled in his arms, shuddering with him simultaneously. Her cries echoed through the empty house and once they're breathing had steadied in sync he gently pecked her forehead, filling her with a sense of warmth.
His hand tapped her head and he uttered firmly. “Off you go, clean yourself up, babydoll.” And of course, she complied.
a/n: uggghhh i hate this, i feel like i always have such a good concept in my head for fics and then i can't articulate it and it sounds so poorly written when i'm reading it back. Also, the actual smut is rushed because i decided to write that part tonight and then was getting tired but i wanted to finish it so i half arsed it, i got the inspo from 'Tolerate it' by Taylor Swift and the new recentsss, love you all millions 😘😘
#alex turner x fem!reader#alex turner x you#alex turner x reader#alex turner x her?#alex turner fic#one shot#alex turner#arctic monkeys#hot#alex turner arctic monkeys#lana del rey#taylor swift#smut
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NSFW Vessel headcanons (Sleep Token)
Exactly what it says on the tin. Submissive Vessel overtones, gender neutral partner.
Complains when you edge/tease him, and cries when you stop.
He's completely obsessed with your hands and having your hands inside him. Always wants to be hand fed and worship your hands with his mouth.
One of his favourite treats is when you cut up a bowl of fruit and hand feed it to him. You call him your little fruit bat and he starts blushing (he secretly loves that nickname)
Same with having your fingers inside him. He will beg you for any activity that revolves around that- asking for your fingers as well when you suck him off, challenging you to see how many fingers you can fit inside him, how many times you can make him come on your fingers etc.
Prostate milking. See above.
There will be a point where you'll have one hand to turn the pages of your book and have the other in his ass and/or on his cock. If you can manage to read out loud as well then do so, he loves to hear your voice.
He also has an oral fixation and a massive biting kink. Vessel will beg you to let him cover your neck and collarbones in hickies and bite marks. Afterwards he will spend ages just gently licking over all the bruises as an 'apology', which you find absolutely adorable.
His favourite place to have sex is on Sleep's altar. He puts down a thick blanket so it's comfy and will spend hours offering your pleasure to Sleep.
Sleep favours you- They wouldn't let anyone They disapprove of be the First's partner. As you grow closer to Sleep you let Them possess you for a short time during these offerings.
Vessel is in awe of that fact that you willingly become a vessel yourself so he can be with his god in body as well as mind. He sees it as the purest expression of trust and love.
It's a little odd having a second consciousness inside your head but They are very gentle. Sleep also gives you hints on what to say and do. They know the innermost corners of Vessel's mind, all of his desires, and They help you drive Vessel crazy.
He would definitely wake you up by humping your thigh.
Vessel has a special collar you bought him to wear in private but he wants something to wear on stage as well. So you buy him a pomegranate necklace for him to wear.
(Would you guys be interested if I made this a series with the rest of the eeps?)
#sleep token#vessel x reader#vessel sleep token#sleep token imagines#sleep token headcanons#sleep token vessel#soforrain writes
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Who would you cast as who if there was a Muppets JTTW film and which character would be the token human?
Oooo I've had this conversation before! I remember cause there were so many options! Like maybe the token Sanzang human so that he just kidnapped by muppets would be funnier. Or the token Wujing human just cause he is in the background but the most serious the group could fit!
But I have decided that a Wukong played with a human would be the funniest option for several reasons. And Yes I am basing this on humor a lot as I believe the muppets are best when they are hilarious. I would have Wukong as the token human cast because he is the 'main character' so to speak and thus would have the most lines/emotional delivery that would be best by a human actor (like Muppet Treasure Island or with Christmas Carol) Also have a real martial artist play Wukong and fighting fucking muppet-yao would be the best. If I had to choose an actor I can't say I know a lot of martial artists actors (who aren't retired) but I thought Simu Liu did a great job in both action and performance so maybe him or someone with similar talent fighting wise.
Sanzang has to be Kermit. Like there is no other options really. Sure Kermit could also be Wujing but really who else could play that well-meaning if not also slighty-always-frustrated-and-please-stop-starting-shit attitude. Tell me this isn't Sanzang trying to tell off his three yao-disciples in the Ginseng Fruit arc to stop stealing shit.
I really think Kermit would bring that overall good nature that Sanzang deserves in a role while still showing his own flaws of being stubborn and exasperated. The mom-friend of the group barely kept it together and just Kermit taking being kidnapped by demons with a grain of salt. I love Kermit and think he deserves his time on screen.
Bajie has to Miss Piggy. I was thinking maybe Miss Piggy as Guanyin just for extra laughs of the Goddess of Mercy coming down and throat-chopping demons to help Wukong and the gang out but honestly, I feel like Miss Piggy deserves to be a bigger star. A woman that just wants to find love and will often let her selfish nature get in the way. Also I can see her being a great comedic duo always egging the human-Wukong on trying to get him in trouble. She is a diva and honestly would think her playing the gluttonous and lazy Bajie as more of a vain and selfish angle would still bring in big laughs.... also letting her throat chop literally anyone that messes with her.
Wujing would be Gonzo. I'll be honest this was kinda the hardest cause I think thinking Kermit for Wujing for so long but I think that the cannibal turned monk would be best by the most daredevil and gravity-defying member the Great Gonzo. Wujing doesn't get enough spotlight and seeing Gonzo, someone who often looks danger in the eye and welcomes it play such a role would be amazing. Gonzo always plays a great supporting role and I think he would bring a grounded air of nonchalance while still happily joining the wacky of hijinks that I think would portray Wujing nicely.
Honestly I was going to have Bailong just be a muppet horse (you know the ones) but honestly, it could just be funnier if it was Rizzo or something. Cause Rizzo REFUSING to join in any shenanigans out of his own free will cause he rather be sleeping/eating could be a hilarious explanation as to why Bailong isn't in most fights. Also might be easier than having Kermit on a muppet horse all the time, just having them walking. So yeah I think that would be solid.
Honorable mentions:
Fozzie Bear - Black Wind Demon, he didn't mean to steal, he thought that Cassok was free!
Rowlf the Dog - Erlang Shen AND Howling Sky Dog, trust me he makes it work
Scooter - Guanyin or Muzha, he just trying his best
Pepe the King Prawn - Ao Guang
Animal - The Jade Emporer
Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (please extras) - the 8 immortals
Dr. Bunsen Honeydew - Laozi
Beaker - Furnace Assistant
Sam Eagle - Pagoda King Li
Statler and Waldorf - Every single Tudi
The Swedish Chef - Yellow Brow Demon (especially enjoys trying to cook Kermit-Sanzang)
And that is my thoughts at least! I hope that you like the ideas but I love heating what others think!
#sun wukong#anon ask#anonymous#anon#jttw#journey to the west#xiyouji#ask#zhu bajie#sha wujing#tang sanzang#bailong ma#the muppets#the muppet show#kermit the frog#miss piggy#gonzo the great#rizzo the rat
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I had a thought…
This is going to be based off of the audio roleplays from @yuurivoice on youtube with his OC Auron and listener/lover Rook.
I was listening to The Night Does Not Belong To God by Sleep Token. Something about the piano in the beginning just fits the scene so well.
Imagine:
Listener(Rook) is taken by some enemies of Auron’s. Probably very old enemies that he believed were dead or at least disbanded.
They beat the shit out of Rook and send photos of the aftermath to Auron in a nice little package (for visualization purposes, remember when Seth, Alphonse and Boo got the box of Jessie’s hair? Yeah, kinda like that.)
Auron gets his gang together because he is seeing red, almost as if the blood he’ll spill has already gotten into his eyes.
He storms into whatever warehouse or building Rook is in.
He finds the rest of the gang that had kidnapped you but can’t find the leader of them. He’ll handle that later, he supposes.
Auron finds Rook laying on the ground, still tied to a chair. They’re knocked out and bleeding.
His gang frees Rook and he carries them out in his arms, whispering reassurance between every command he sends his team.
At a very fancy hospital, Rook wakes up. Laying on a hospital bed and watching Auron. His elbows on his knees, he’s hunched over and lost in thought. That is, until Rook speaks.
“Hey, hero…”
Auron confesses how afraid he was, trying to make it sound more like anger instead of fear. He explains that he couldn’t find the leader.
“You have some work to do” Rook says.
With their working and less sore arm, the pull out brass knuckles that Auron had gifted them (a sign of trust in his eyes, giving Rook an idea of just how cruel he can be behind the scenes). I almost want to imagine that Rook had fashioned this into a necklace they could tuck into their shirt so it wouldn’t arouse suspicious but idk.
Auron takes the brass knuckles. He silently kisses Rook on the head and caresses their cheek.
“My hands… are going to look much bloodier when I come back. The streets… will be even dirtier than before. My love for you is like a bullet. Nothing stands in its way… and if it tries to…” he doesn’t need to finish his sentence.
Auron leaves, slipping the knuckles on and telling a few of his people to keep watch. He puts his hair up and gets to work.
He comes back hours later to find you sleeping peacefully.
Your injuries, though tended to, are still red and irritated. You’ll be out of work for a bit.
Auron sits right where he was before he left. By your bed. However now, he looks at you. He watches your breathing, listens to the small noises you make. The only sound is the light fixtures buzzing.
He slips off the brass knuckles and wipes his hands off.
His bruised hands gently brush your hair. The cracks in his skin sting, but he ignores it. There are higher priorities. Auron stays, ignoring his discomfort being in such a stale environment.
He replays the beating he dished out over and over in his head until you come back to the forefront of his mind.
He temporarily forgets his cruelty, exchanging the thoughts for those of you. Every moment he has seen of you.
This shouldn’t have happened in the first place. If anyone else knows about you, then perhaps he should pay them a visit too.
He plans as you sleep.
#yuurivoice#yuurivoice auron#auron#auron yuurivoice#auron x reader#yuurivoice x reader#auron needs more love#the night does not belong to god#quill writes
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alt bands i associate with ateez
also please ignore all the horrific puns, once i started i could not physically stop…
hongjoong - slipknot
one of the most iconic nu metal bands to ever exist so of course i associate them with hongjoong
incredibly theatrical and i think joongie would appreciate that
he could fuck, fuck, fuck me up, just as is referenced in the iconic song custer…
seonghwa - sleep token
horny metal for the man who acts like a slut the moment he steps foot on stage
and the whole cult/worship thing they have going on?? i mean i worship hwa on the daily so….
if seonghwa got me in a chokehold, i’d be a happy little chappy indeed
yunho - electric callboy
goofy and silly metal for our goofy silly boy
literally such a fun band with fun music and i love them so much (just like i love yunho so much wtf?!?!?!?)
i’d ride on his tekkno train if you get what i’m saying…
yeosang - bring me the horizon
can make loud, aggressive music but can also make softer more melodic music and i think that duality perfectly fits sangie (hot and sexy but also so soft)
just like bmth said in their song follow you, he could drag me through hell if it meant i could hold his hand
sangie’s fluffy fluorescent green emo hair reminds me of old bmth merch…
san - don broco
THUG WORKOUT THUG WORKOUT THUG WORKOUT!!!!!!
don broco’s music so lad-ish and despite being so incredibly soft, san is also such a lad’s lad…
san can relate to t-shirt song… he often does not wear one
mingi - limp bizkit
did you expect me to say anything else? i mean… c’mon guys… it’s mingi
if i chose any other band it would be a sin and a crime for which i would have to serve a life sentence for
mingi could break stuff if he really wanted to… stuff being my spine…
wooyoung - knocked loose
bryan garris is a silly little guy and you know who else is a silly little guy? wooyoung
squeaky vocals to match wooyoung’s squeaky laugh!!! they go together sooooo well
unlike their song everything is quiet now, wooyoung is very rarely quiet… it’s a good job the song itself is in fact incredibly loud (and so fun live)
jongho - bad omens
noah sebastian has gorgeous vocals and so does jongho, therefore this is a match made in heaven
but they can also be loud as fuck when they want to be and jongho is often disruptive to the peace
whatever they were talking about in death of peace of mind? yeah, i want that with this man… so desperately
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Fall For Them - A Rain Ghoul One Shot
When someone new comes to the Abbey, the receive a lot of rules and instructions. But none more stressed than this, Do NOT go near the river on the full moon. In fact, do not go out at all. Remain indoors with the windows and doors shut and locked. To those stupid or unfortunate enough to disobey the rules and warnings, they may wander out at night and hear a lone song in the distance.
Rating: Mature
Relationships: Gen, Rain/whoever the fuck he’s decided to murder this month
Tags: Murder ghouls, syren!rain, they/them Rain, gn!Rain, death, cautionary tale sort of, Song: Fall For Me (Sleep Token).
Words: 1.1k
A/n: I change like one lyric at the end but it fits so oh well lol. Any feedback is welcomed and appreciated <3.
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When someone new comes to the Abbey, the receive a lot of rules and instructions. But none more stressed than this, Do NOT go near the river on the full moon. In fact, do not go out at all. Remain indoors with the windows and doors shut and locked.
On any other day of the year, the river is fine. It’s the usual spot for Water Ghouls to gather, to swim, soak and bask in their element. As long as you don’t disturb them, they won’t disturb you. It’s their domain, their pride and joy so all respect what they want. One thing they want, however, they are rarely granted with the Clergy’s blessing. Only on rare occasions that trespassers or those up to no good wander onto the property do they get want they want. That thirst that pops up on the full moon.
Just like they tidal pools they’re born into, a Water Ghoul’s cycle is controlled by the phases of the moon. A new moon is when they are most clear of mind, and it’s when they make bigger, important decisions like leaving their birth pods, choosing a mate, bearing kits etc. As the lunar phases go on, they become more protective, shorter tempered. Until they are left with a fine string of patience on the full moon.
They yearn by then, and all in the Abbey know to leave the Water Ghouls be because in their fugue-like states of desperation they are more than capable of bringing even the most stoic of Ghouls to their demises. It’s a good thing that this Ministry has the Ghost project because the soundproofing in the studio finds its way out to all the doors and windows and corridors.
To those stupid or unfortunate enough to disobey the rules and warnings, they may wander out at night and hear a lone song in the distance.
Read below the cut or on ao3
“In a city of ice there are burning cathedrals, Turning the skies into glass. And though echoing futures are the buckling sutures, That hold shut the wounds of the past."
It feels like it’s being sung just for them, pulled from their very soul and exactly what the weak resolve of a human needs to hear to be lured in. They feel understood in a level that reverberates deep in their soul. They feel seen. While it may feel like they’ve been especially chosen, they will never know just how special they aren’t.
“So won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me? Through a fractured existence, Won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me From reality? To the rhythm of eternity, Won't you fall for me?”
And how could anyone say no to that.
“My insecurities surround me like lions in the den, And I feel like I'm losing touch with what I am again. And slowly I remember why I cannot pretend That I never think of you in all this screaming silence.
Oh God I wish you were here!”
A Ghoul might just be able to resist, at the very least stop their feet moving to the lake, to fight against the yearning projected onto them and times by ten. But the humans are powerless to resist a Syren’s song. And as one human shall find out tonight, a Syren will not care for innocence, for morals, for character. Only a breathing, bleeding heart in front of them, and a soul to snuff out.
“So won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me? Through a fractured existence, Won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me From reality? To the rhythm of eternity Won't you fall for me?”
As a human gets closer to the voice, they lose all autonomy. No matter how loud that one little shred in the back of their mind screams to turn tail and run, they never will.
Tonight, they’ll see Rain poised with their arms on the dock, the rest of their body hanging down into the water below. Smiling fiendishly as the human draws nearer, sharklike teeth on full display. Rain is the most captivating of any of the Water Ghouls, their skin a calming grey illuminated by bioluminescent dots and lines, their eyes a hypnotising teal, their song most deadly, its tentacles constrict around any soul and never let go, not until all light is gone.
“Won't you fall for me? Won't you fall for me? With my love as your garden, Won't you fall for me?”
This human practically runs into the water, desperate to be with the Syren. Rain’s metres-long tail, adorned with sparkling blue and black scales, coils around the human’s legs as the fluke wraps around and binds their ankles. They’re too entranced to noticed how barbs poke through the scales, digging into their flesh and holding them there.
“Won't you fall for me From reality?”
As Rain brings them both under the water, ruffling gills adding to their beauty, they lift their spell for one moment. One glorious moment when the fear of the human’s doom coats their face. They realise the hundreds of barbs holding them in place that only dig in deeper as they struggle, the burn in their lungs for oxygen that they’ll never get and the self-pity for being so foolish to ignore the warnings.
The spell gets put back after that and Rain gets drunk on it, revels in how they go lax and completely give in to their doom, whether they want to or not.
“You are mine in the end So won't you fall for me?”
Rain drinks it in just how they drink in the blood of their prey. Taking what they want, flesh and blood and bone, claiming another soul before offering the rest the other Water Ghouls. As much as they don’t want to, it has to be done. It’s a sign of respect to share the bounty and a way to keep the peace. If they didn’t do it, they wouldn’t live to lure and ensnare another soul. While being the most alluring of the several Syrens in the Abbey, they aren’t the strongest. Not yet, at least. As soon as they’ve dethroned the strongest, they can keep the body for all they want.
Rain is practically high on the blood in their gills, though, and they start swimming around themself in delight at another successful full moon. The Clergy never dare punish the Water Ghouls for their violence lest they put a target on their own backs, the next song truly being one for their own soul to hear. Rain relishes in that hold they have, without even needing to sing a single note.
A look above the surface of the water tells them there’s enough time to try for a few more souls to claim. Maybe this time they’ll sing for their Jolly Sailor Bold. That soul is sure to be delicious.
One shot master post can be found here!
#the band ghost#ghost band#ghost ghouls#rain ghoul#ao3#nameless ghouls#water ghoul#syren rain#syren rain ghoul#siren rain#siren rain ghoul#murder ghouls#syren#siren#they/them rain ghoul#gender neutral rain ghoul#cautionary tale vibes#fall for me by sleep token#one shot#the band ghost fanfiction#ghost band fanfiction#fanfic#fanfiction
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Siren Pt.2-Modern! Aemond Targaryen x Fem Reader
Pairing: Aemond Targaryen(Bass Player) x Fem Reader (Lead Singer)
Word Count: 2.3k
Content/Warning: !!🔞PLUS!!, Smut, P in V penetration, Spanking, Ass-play Virginity loss, Ass-Licking, Choking, Balcony, Grinding, Exhibitionism, Degredation and Fluff/Aftercare.
Author’s Notes: Now I know I’ve used “The Summoning” by Sleep Token for inspiration for another fan-fiction of mine (Taste of the Divine). But since I’ve heard this song and recently rewatched HOTD I cannot let go of the fact that this song fits Aemond so well. So I’m using it again for this, in my mind it definitely fits better in this scenario so I hope you enjoy reading it just as much as I enjoyed writing it. Oh he has a bit of an ass fetish…
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HOTD characters nor the song being used. They are used only for creative purposes.
After the bands opening night and the events that transpired later on Y/N was conflicted. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t attracted to him or that she didn’t like him. But one thing about band romances is they hardly ever end well and nothing but drama replaces what once was love. They were now touring in Europe; London, England to be exact. Y/N and the crew were riding on their tour bus to their destination. Aegon, Tommy(electric guitar player), their back up singers and Y/N were up front either sleep, on their phones, or singing. Aemond was in his room, he had isolated himself from the group when he did what he did and hadn’t spoken to Y/N since. He was ashamed of himself, he’d never done something so irrational, but she…she did something to him and brought something almost primal out of him.
He figured she’d never want to speak to him again and awaited the worst to come when or if she decided to tell the rest of their bandmates what happened. He decided to finish a song him and the band had record without Y/N. It was actually written for her, but he’d never admit it. Without warning a knock was heard at his door. “Come in..” And in she came slowly finding a place to stand as awkward as it was. “So I wanted to talk about what happened the other night. Why have you been avoiding me? You don’t just come into my room do… those things to me and then pretend I don’t exist.” She was frustrated for several reasons one of them being that she had been try to get that high feeling again and failed miserably every time. The other because she thought he used her for his own pleasure and basically threw her away like some old toy.
She got slightly distracted hearing the song playing and it sounded really good. “Wait who is that singing?” She wondered he sounded familiar and then it finally came to her. “Aemond…that’s you..” he sighed softly closing his laptop and turning to face her completely. “Yeah…me and Aegon were just fucking around. It’s nothing serious…and to answer your question I’ve been avoiding you because I took things too far with you. I should’ve never touched you in that way and you were intoxicated it was shitty of me and I’m sorry. You didn’t speak to me after that night and I just assumed I had gotten the wrong idea.” She huffed and sat at the corner of his bed trying to find the words to say. “I…I wasn’t mad at you…I just…you..you made me feel something I’ve never experienced before and I didn’t know how to say I want more or tell you I like you back.”
“Wait you like me back? So why the fuck did you tell Aegon the kiss between us on stage meant nothing?” She rolled her eyes and sighed laying back on his bed. “Because I didn’t think you liked me and because I know how band relationships end. They are never a good idea to get into…it just makes everything else difficult.” He listened attentively placing a calloused hand on her thigh squeezing softly before he climbed on top of her to give her a kiss.
“Band or no band you’re stuck with me you know that right? And you had Instagram and Twitter going crazy with that kiss. They’ve been what’s the word stanning over us ever since.”She pulled him in making his lips crash into her, but they were quickly interrupted, when Aegon came crashing through the door, eavesdropping obviously. She ducked and rolled off the bed running back to the front of the bus with everyone else. “Hey Bro, Y/N? What the fuck were y’all doing in here?” He mocked them with kissing and moaning sounds laughing at their obvious embarrassment.
It seemed like the bus ride dragged on for hours and finally they were here at the venue and Y/N was super excited for tonight she had something very special planned for tonight’s performance. As usual the concert goers can rushing in, the place was sold out and every seat was filled. This was going to be perfect she thought. She walked out on stage as usual relishing the chants and cheers as her band played behind her. She raised her hand signaling them to stop and she looked to Aemond with a grin on her face. “So everyone I’m sure you all know Aemond. The best damn bass player in King’s Landing!!!”
They all cheered and she laughed calming them to let her speak. “Well, I’ve got a surprise for you and him too. I just learned on my way here that he is multitalented and him and the band recorded a song. And I’ve only heard a few seconds of it so this will be a first for me and you all. So..without further ado, I welcome to the stage Aemond Targaryen!!!!” The crowd went wild chanting his name and he looked to her in horror she walked to him and placed her hands in his ear whispering. “Your going to do great babe.” She kissed his cheek moving in his spot so that he may take hers.
He stood in the spotlight the light was blinding, but he put on a brave face for her and flashed a smile to the crowd. Aegon signaled the group with the clicks of his drumsticks and they began to play and a voice almost angelic left his lips. Leaving Y/N in awe.
I've got a river running right into you
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue
Something you say or something you do
A taste of the divine
You've got my body, flesh and bone, yeah
The sky above, the Earth below
Raise me up again
Take me past the edge
I want to see the other side
See the other side
The crowd loved every second and still he left Y/N speechless. She had heard him messing around before, but she never thought such a beautiful sound could come from him until now. She felt herself being taken away with the music. Is this what love felt like she thought. He looked back to her and she sang background vocal improvising and he winked at her looking back to the crowd as he continued. His mind filled with thoughts of nothing but her as he sang. Calling to her the way his heart did so silently. The songs tone switched and there was a breakdown she had not expected. He walked toward her with his mic in hand and Vhagar on the side of his waist gripping at her hips and pulling her close.
Oh, and my love
Did I mistake you for a sign from God?
Or are you really here to cut me off?
Or maybe just to turn me on
'Cause these days
I would be lying if I told you that
I didn't wish that I could be your man
Or maybe make a good girl bad
I've got a river running right into you
I've got a blood trail, red in the blue
Something you say or something you do
The taste of the divine
You've got my body, flesh and bone
The sky above, the Earth below
Nothing to say and nowhere to go
A taste of the divine
She shuttered feeling his fingers trailing up and down her spine. He pressed his forehead to hers, chest to chest. Her heart skipped, his lips hovering over hers. He pulled away leaving her wanting. She was unbelievably turned on and it was easy to tell. Her pale cheeks were a rich red and her legs rubbed together trying to find some form of friction. He passed the mic to her kissing her forehead before scooting her back into the limelight where she belonged.
Tonight was another successful performance their were already headlines about the two of them from TMZ to MTV. They were sleeping at a hotel tonight due to their fans stalking the tour bus. Y/N gave him her room key and she went up to take a well needed shower. He let himself in and heard the shower running. He found himself looking around the large room. Checking out the large terrace that was attached to her room. A rather tantalizing idea popped into his head. Shortly after she returned from the shower wearing a crop top and black shorts that stop right above the cuff of her cheeks.
He moved in his seat pulling at his pants trying to remain calm, but she made it oh so hard to. He stood to his feet, seeming to levitate toward her. His hands found their place into the dips of her waist. Pulling her into him. “I should have my way with you for that little stunt you pulled, my little siren.” She blushed biting into her rosy bottom lip. She needed to stop before he devoured her very being. “You tease me and your not even trying. Can you feel what you do to me?” He groaned pressing his sweat pants covered hard on against her hip.
His hands slid into the back of her shorts gripping on her round flesh growling at how well it filled his hands. “Perfect..” He spoke in a hushed tone pulling away to look into her eyes. Her eyes low and filled with lust. His lips crashed into hers and she moaned into his mouth, practically melting into his arms. He picked her up by her ass cheeks and carried her out to the terrace where a table and two chair sat. He sat down with her straddling his lap. “I want you to rub your pussy against my dick.” She looked at him with embarrassed expression. “Out here?” He hummed. “Mhmm…” He positioned her perfectly pulling the back of her shorts down to cuff under her cheek. His hungry hands kneeling them like dough. Pushing and pulling them apart the cool air hitting her skin.
Soon she began bucking her hips against him his cock rubbing against her sensitive clit. His left arm wrapping around her to pull her against him and his right laying harsh smacks against her plump ass. She whimpered and moaned, the red tint flushing to her welting skin. He moaned at the sight and bit into her neck; pumping up into her hips. He spanked her until she was sore and sat her on the table pulling her shorts off the rest of the way. The cool feel of the table caused her to shiver.
He looked to her sweetly before flipping her so she stood on all fours and he stayed in his seat. He smiled at the view spreading her cheeks apart seeing the delicate pink flesh of her pussy glistening from the light hitting her slick. He licked his lips like he was starving. But that tight hole of hers was what he really wanted. He buried his face between her ass and his tongue lapped over the tight flesh of her ass her back arched involuntarily. His eyes rolled at the taste of her. She gasped and moaned holding onto the edges of the table his tongue greedily lapping at her ass and dipping into pussy every now and then.
“Gods…you taste so good..” he cooed as she mewled from the sudden suction of her clit. He smacked her ass again letting his thumb rub against the rim around her asshole. While he looked back at the mess she was already making. “Your such a dirty little slut aren’t you? You’re making quite a mess on this table I wonder if anyone can hear you.” He smiled wickedly and turned her to face him. He stood in between her legs pulling his cock from his pants letting the thick head rub between the slit of her gorgeous cunny.
She writhed in pleasure seeing her like this drove him insane he couldn’t take much more. “Are you ready, my love?” She nodded sweetly. “Please, Aemond…I need it…” she whined and he smiled kissing her to dull the pain as he prodded at her entrance slowly letting it give way around him. He buried his head into her neck and gasped. “You feel amazing, little siren.” He stayed still letting her adjust to his length and girth which was above average. She felt like she was going to break, she need him deeper. “M..More…” he looked into her eyes..”More? Well aren’t you greedy are sure you can handle more?” He laced his fingers around her throat giving her the right amount of pressure before he filled her completely.
She winced but moaned her eyes rolling back. “Good girl you take me so well..” He began his assault pumping into her mercilessly her pussy gripping him like a vice with each pull. “Oh fuck..Aemond…” She called out his name like he always imagined. Was this dream? It couldn’t be it felt too real; too good. “That’s it baby let me make you feel good, baby girl. Let the world hear how good I make you feel.”
She grunted like an animal nails digging into his back the knot in her stomach tightening. She was so close to her release, but he popped her thigh denying her of it. “Please, I can’t hold on anymore..” He hushed her “Just a little longer I want us to cum together.” He continued hitting that spongy spot the drove her crazy, feeling her legs trembling uncontrollably. “Come baby cum on my dick, give it to me.” She screamed creaming all over his dick smearing it with her arousal his seed spilled instantly inside her.
The rode out their orgasms and he carried her inside. He showered with her a got her dressed in a large t shirt leaving soft kisses along her lips and neck. He carried her to bed and they spooned for the remainder of the night until they fell asleep.
To be continued…
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misc IWATEX drabbles
Hi, so I've been writing a certain fic and have amassed quite a bit of different random scenes which I may or may not use... and I thought,,, it might be fun to share some. N if people like them I'd certainly love to do/share more uwu
1. In which Sol suffers a bad case of burn-out after facilitating peace with the gardeners and decides to take a sabbatical.
Anemone hears it from Tangent, who says it as matter-of-factly as anything: Sol has disappeared. To be fair to them, it was a planned, voluntary disappearance. Anemone hasn't seen Sol in 3 years, and yet the pang of hurt she feels is as fresh as the dew on her boots. Already impossibly far, they have moved into some new to her unreachable realm, drifting ever farther and farther away.
Sym never quite learns to lie outright, so he cannot tell them honestly if Sol is happy or not. Only that they are getting better. They are trying. They are trying to get back to everyone and themself. Even if to all of them it looks like doing the opposite.
Once, Sol uploads a 20 minute long soundscape to the holonet. It is entirely taken up by the sound of crashing waves. Something about it makes her realize its not an old recording of Earth- its Vertumna. Sol is at the ocean. Their voice hums underneath the nature sounds, going in and out at various intervals as it follows one pattern, then loses it only to start trailing another, lulling one into a sense of calm and just the lightest sting of loss. Reminds one, gently but insistently, of the vast distance between her and Sol.
Their voice is salt-cracked and hoarse. Now a stranger to language, their tongue bends only for the small, simple sounds. Are they eating well? Their mouth cannot answer. It must be inferred from the thinness of their breath.
Does salt crust the corners of their eyes? There is no way of telling. Are they cold? Do they sleep? Are they shivering? Do they think of her? Are their pets well-fed? Do they miss their mother? Are there holes in their shirt that need mending? Does the scar still itch? Have they shelter? A home? Does it get lonely? Is she at fault? Will they ever talk to her? Did they catch Echinacea's first steps? Do they watch the videos and follow along life at the colony? Is their knife still sharp? Are they drinking enough? Do they sleep better now than they had before, at home? Is it enough to keep them from the nightmares?
2. Dys & Sol
Where Dys was fearless, emotional, Sol was calm, always measured. Their conflicting natures again grinding against each other until they finally ground each others edges smooth. Eroded enough to stand beside one another. Shoulder to shoulder. A protrusion laid into the groove, spike fitted against spike closing into a gapless vice, puzzle piece in puzzle piece. Still not smooth enough to play well with the others.
Sol always wondered about that. How these two unlike objects could come so close and find what was lacking and what could be given in turn.
Belief the chiefest among those necessities. Belief was hard to come by from anyone else who was not the playground seer or the cryptid of stratospheric. They traded it between each other like tokens, like currency which once their ancestors had sought just to be able to survive. The stakes here were just as dire.
Belief was a powerful thing- it could make or break you. It could make you whole or leave you forever unfulfilled, left to feel around blindly for every shadow of its shape as it eludes you time and time again, as it is buried down deeper by the disappointment and the falsities.
"Fine, don't believe in the colony. Believe in me."
"I do, Sol. But you're just one person."
3. ...and another one why not.
He finds Sol balancing on the edge of a wall near their lookout tower. They grin at him, they're in a good mood. This might be bad. They waggle their eyebrows in challenge, then extend one leg over the edge of the wall.
“Dare ya,”
They start and don't even finish the sentence. There’s no need. They already have Dys’ undivided attention.
He smirks and scoffs. “As if I’ve never jumped off the wall, please Sol. That’s baby stuff.”
For a moment he watches them pause and look out across the Vertumnan wilds, tensing imperceptibly. Or, no, not quite. It looks more like they’re frozen in place, like none of their limbs were ever designed with movement in mind. Their pupils don't even twitch, they don't blink. The action is both painfully familiar and alien, as if they’re one of…
Then all at once, they’re alive again, interfacing with the physical world. Their body careens forward and their grin goes down, down, down…
He rushes forward. He’s just in time to jump off the ledge as the toes of Sol’s shoe leave solid ground. There's no way he can be outdone by Sol. Sol who by all accounts should be capable of experiencing fear but does not only on account of that they're totally and irreversibly insane. There’s nobody he’d want to be with more in this moment.
Sol, of course, knows they will be fine. They were careful, they checked. No bad feelings, no premonitions. Just tuck and roll.
4.[COULD YOU HELP ME RELAX?] (Sol x Sym)
"I'm just so tired Sym. I feel so old; barely like a person at all."
He pulls them down as he habitually does, using his arm as their headrest.
"No matter what, you'll always be the one I love," he says soothing.
"No, I know- its just-" they groan rubbing their face in frustration and exhaustion.
"Oh, should I be offended? Am I not enough for you, sugarbug?" Sym teases.
Sol grins in a kind of half-defeat, half-relief that he won't make them actually get into the meat of it. They're far too worn for that now.
"You know what I mean." This, they say with the smile still in their voice.
"I think I do. I'm sorry I cannot do more at this moment. But, when the time comes, you will make the right choice, I know it. I believe in you, my love."
Sym finds himself not for the first time feeling guilt over the clarity of purpose he has as opposed to his chaotic human friends.
Though maybe that's not the issue with Sol at all, maybe it's the opposite. Because they do have a purpose coded into them. It's simply too much for one person to bare. He knows he is part of that issue as much as he'd wish to remain a truly neutral party.
He can't do anything more than kiss their temple as he smooths back their hair, his helplessness expressed in this gesture oddly human. For all his vast knowledge, the soothing motions of a social pack animal is the best he can offer.
"That was just what I needed," they say too soon, tension pulling them up like a whip, as if the words themselves were some sort of trigger. They kept going regardless. Before he could have ever even administered his Gardener magic to them. Does this mean they don't feel its effects at all anymore? Could they not tell the difference between a comforting word and supercharged chemical reaction?
#iwatex#my writins#I guess#uhh#sol exocolonist#dys exocolonist#sym exocolonist#theres 4 hopefully theyre entertaining to other folks as well#I love the mess that is sol and dys' friendship <3 he is always in direct opposition of the vast majority of sols core missions.#sol is always trying to save the colony in all but like 3 endings... dys never believes in it lasting...#dys is a weirdo but so is sol! and yet everybody celebrates them n they always manage to weasel into everybodys hearts#n I think Sol would notice that and feel bad about it 2 but at the same time be unable to really stop it.#it must suck when ur hanging out w the only 2 ppl in the world who get you n it turns out they both share the same superpower. and you dont#rip dys
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