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amirasainz · 8 months ago

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Hi literally get so excited when you update! Can you write one where charles x alexandra x reader where charles and alex are away for an event and forget that it's the reader birthday ans only remember when someone tells them birthday it and they try and make it up to her.

Hi loves. I hope you enjoy this little piece. Let me know what you think. Comments are always apreciated!I'm sorry,but the Sydney Sweeny picture was perfect, so I had to include it😉

Also, question (and please answer me that in the comments), does anyone read what I write before the story? Like the little message here? I'm just curious❤️

Enjoy reading and send me requests!!❤️

-XoXo

The Birthday disaster

You couldn’t believe it. They weren’t here. They didn’t call, text, or even send you a freaking letter. Your own boyfriend and girlfriend forgot your birthday. And not just any birthday, it was your 21 birthday. Instead of celebrating with Alex, Charles, and all of your friends in a vibrant club, you were sitting on the balcony of your apartment. Despite the cold wind hitting your bare skin mercilessly, thanks to the cute short dress you wore today, you couldn’t bring yourself to walk back inside.

Of course, your friends tried to get you to come out with them to celebrate your birthday properly. But it just hurt too much, and to be honest, your mind was too tired and sad for any kind of festivity.

When Charles and Alex first informed you about the event hosted by one of Alex’s friends, they eagerly asked you to join them. Unfortunately, your job didn’t allow you to tag along, which both of them understood. However, they promised you that they would return today at around 5 o’clock. To be honest, you thought they had something special planned for your birthday. But last night, at around 11 pm, you received a text from Alex, informing you that they would be staying longer in Venice, where the event was held.

At first, you thought this was some kind of joke. Maybe they wanted you to think that they weren’t able to celebrate with you, only to surprise you with a birthday party. But sadly, when you woke up this morning, nothing happened. Throughout the day, there was complete silence between you and them.

Your group of friends, who had been with you a few hours ago to at least celebrate your birthday a little bit, tried to convince you to go out and party with them. Before you could agree, you got a notification from Instagram. You were tagged quite often in a post showing Alex and Charles at the event. They looked so happy and carefree, making you feel even more numb.

Despite their best efforts, your friends left after half an hour, after you reassured them with phrases like “Yes, I will take care of myself,” “Yes, I will call you if I need anything,” and “No, you don’t have to worry about me. I’m completely fine.” They knew you were anything but fine; however, they also knew that you needed to be alone right now.

So here you are, sitting alone in the cold with your only companions being the vodka bottle you brought with you and the relentless wind hitting your skin. “Happy fucking 21st birthday to me, I guess,” you muttered to yourself, staring out at the sea.

“Oh my god, Lisa. You truly outdid yourself,” complimented Alex, her friend. And it was true. The event was filled with beautiful flowers and lights, giving the room a fairy-like appearance. The soft glow of the lights reflected off the petals, creating a magical ambiance that made everyone feel like they had stepped into an enchanted garden. Charles, who stood next to his girlfriend, only brought her closer to him and said, “Yeah, I have to agree. I’m 100% sure YN would have loved it.” “You are so right, love. I wish she was here with us,” agreed Alex, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness.

“Wait, I’m confused. So there is nothing wrong between you guys and YN?” asked Lisa, her brow furrowed in confusion. Alex and Charles shared a look with each other, both of them equally puzzled. “No, why would there be anything wrong with us?” Alex replied, her tone defensive. “Oh, I just thought you had a fight and this is the reason why you are here and not with YN today. But I must have been wrong…” Linda’s voice trailed off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She shared a look with her partner Mary, both of them realizing the gravity of the situation.

“Wait, stop. Pause. Why would we be with YN tonight? You invited us to your event and we are here. I don’t get what’s going on right now,” said Alex, her frustration mounting. It felt like Mary and Lisa knew something she and Charles didn’t. Mary, who was now also becoming more annoyed with how the two of them acted before them, didn’t take any nonsense from Alex.

Without hesitation, she looked straight into Alex’s eyes and told her with an ice-cold voice, “Well, we weren’t expecting you to show up today because we thought that you would be busy celebrating YN’s 21 birthday today. But from the looks of it, it seems like you forgot your own girlfriend’s birthday. So don’t talk to us with that rude tone of yours. At least we remember each other’s birthdays.” With that, Mary took Lisa by the hand and left, leaving Alex and Charles standing there in stunned silence.

Alex and Charles were left behind, both staring at the space where the couple used to be a few seconds ago. Both of them felt a wave of guilt and shame wash over them. How could they forget their own girlfriend’s birthday? Turning on their phones, they saw the flood of messages they had received from not only their fans but also their friends, YN’s friends, and their families. Each message was a painful reminder of their oversight.

“We messed up so badly,” muttered Charles, looking at Alex with a pained expression. The woman could only nod, still speechless. Charles took her arm and gently but firmly led her out of the room. “We have to go to her. ASAP,” Alex told Charles, who was already a step ahead of her and had their jackets in hand. With that, the couple left the event, both feeling a deep sense of remorse. How could they forget their girl’s birthday?

As they hurried to their car, Alex’s mind raced with thoughts of how to make it up to YN. She knew it would take more than just an apology to mend the hurt they had caused. Charles, too, was lost in his thoughts, thinking of ways to show YN how much she meant to them. They both knew that they had a lot of making up to do, but they were determined to do whatever it took to make things right.

At around 1 am, the couple finally arrived home. The ride back had been silent, the air in the car feeling oppressively thick, making it hard to breathe. They parked their car in the garage and, without hesitation, jumped out of the vehicle, racing towards the elevator. The few minutes it took to reach their front door felt like an eternity, each second stretching painfully.

When they entered the apartment, everything was shrouded in darkness. A figure sat on the balcony, barely visible in the dim light. Charles immediately sat next to YN, while Alex kneeled in front of her. YN didn’t even look at them before taking a gulp from the nearly empty bottle of vodka. “Hey love, I think you’ve had enough for tonight,” whispered Charles, gently trying to take the bottle away from the now 21-year-old girl.

YN shook her head, her voice trembling as she reminded them, “No. NO, you do not get to tell me what I can and cannot do. Not after you forgot about me.” “Baby, we didn’t forget about you,” Alex tried, her eyes already filling with tears. YN only laughed, her own tears streaming down her face. “No, Alexandra. You do not get to tell me that after you forgot my birthday, and you certainly don’t get to cry.” “Ok, let’s all calm down,” Charles attempted again, his voice soothing but firm.

“No Charles! I don’t want to calm down. You both forgot about me. You two promised me that something like this would never happen to us. You promised me that you would always love me. You promised me that the age gap didn’t bother you when we started dating when I was 19. But look at us. You already broke one of your promises. How can I be sure that you won’t break another one?” With that, YN broke down in tears. Her whole body shook with the force of her sobs, her head held in her hands.

Charles and Alex immediately moved to comfort her. “YN, breath. We are so freaking sorry. I guarantee you, we didn’t mean for something like this to happen. We were all so busy with our jobs and social lives that we didn’t mean to forget something so important,” Charles began, his voice filled with regret.

Alex took YN’s head into her hands, gently wiping away her tears. “We love you more than anything in this world. You are our air and our heart. And we will apologize for the rest of our lives if we have to,” she said, her voice breaking with emotion. YN only whispered, “I love you guys too.” Alex didn't hesitate before kissing her girlfriend. after a moment the they pulled apart.

Charles turned her face towards him, speaking softly, “And we didn’t lie when we told you the age gap didn’t bother us. And we certainly didn’t lie when we promised you that we would always love you, ok?” After YN nodded, Letting Charles also kiss her. This kiss was filled with as much love as Alex, just a bit more urgently but still gentle. After their kiss, the three of them cuddled close to each other, finding solace in their shared warmth.

It would take some time before everything was alright between the three of them again. But for now, sitting together and watching the city lights flicker in the distance was the perfect way to start healing.

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macabr3-barbi3 · 2 months ago

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My wonderful Barbie,

My sister from another mister. How did I live life without your funny, witty, lovely presence in it? Our friendship is something I will treasure until I go to hell myself, and if I'm the first of us to go I'll get a dinky lil apartment and will wait for you to join me so we can rock eternal damnation together!

This donation is in your honor.

It's with no strings attached, just one of the ways I can try to show you how much I love you. If you wish though - You know that I would love to see you write a Vox or Alastor piece that makes the toes curl and the heart flutter.

❤️

first, please know that I have been sitting on this fic for literally MONTHS trying to get it done for a special occasion for you and never finding the fight inspiration to finish it. FINALLY I found the rest of the story and I am so happy to be sharing it in response to this beautiful ask, for a beautiful cause, from a beautiful friend ❤️

This is one of two fics that I am posting in your honor today to count notes for the final bits of the International Women's Day event and I hope everyone enjoys!

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Without any further ado, a casual not-quite-request from my darling from like July of 2024: promiscuous!reader x Alastor who thinks they have 0 attraction to him despite flirting/sleeping with literally ANYONE else

Tags: promiscuous fem reader; non sex-repulsed Alastor; possessive Alastor; fingering; handjob; 'It's just biology' logic lol

It shouldn’t bother him the way that it does.

Oh, it does.

Alastor watches you from the shadows of the hotel from the moment that you arrive- another deer, he supposes it’s mere instinct to keep an eye on you, some herd mentality that makes his eyes trail your form as you pass from one room to another, makes his ears twitch in tandem when yours flatten or stiffen in response to something. (He’s never reacted similarly to any other cervine Sinner in Hell, but it’s a comforting logic to cling to.) He sends his shadow to monitor you one time only when he catches a scent of distress coming from your bedroom, only for the blasted thing to tell him you were engaged in ‘personal matters’ that made his mind race and his normally dormant lower half twitch with interest. He throws up wards around your room to keep your scent and sounds contained, and assumes that will be the end of it.

It’s only the beginning- as soon as you acclimate to the Hotel, to Hell as a whole, the string of lovers begins. You would bring them to the hotel late in the day and send them off early the next morning; an assortment of men and women, sinners and succubi and Hellhounds, he’s even sure he may have seen an Overlord make an appearance, though no one of any real importance. Charlie and Vaggie finally catch wind of it, and politely ask that you stop bringing your parade of paramours to the doors of the Hotel; you agree to it, Alastor listening from the shadows around the corner, silently pleased that your brazen flaunting of your sexuality will be forced to come to an end.

Except… it doesn’t. You come home some nights smelling of cheap perfume and rancid cologne and what Alastor can only assume is bodily fluids before excusing yourself to your bedroom and emerging later smelling like yourself again- he can smell it on you, see the signs of your amorous hobbies, and no one else seems to notice or care, besides Angel Dust asking on occasion, “You look well taken care of, toots; who’s the lucky individual?”

Laughing when you respond, “who isn’t?” Like you were sharing your body with simply anyone.

It would be one thing if that was all he was subject to. But aside from your more promiscuous activities, you also rivaled the spider demon in terms of flirting and innuendo! At breakfast or lunch with the rest of the Hotel occupants, you would let suggestive comments fly across the table or lobby to everyone- winking at Angel as you swirled your tongue around an ice cream cone; dropping your voice to a lower register when leaning across the bar to ask Husk for a drink; ‘jokingly’ asking the Princess and Vaggie if they were looking for another participant when they mentioned going to bed one night. You weren’t as persistent or forward as the spider used to be- when Vaggie had growled in response to your question you had immediately backed off and apologized profusely- but you were very generous with your compliments and comments with everyone in the Hotel, even Niffty, going so far as to make a pass at Lucifer himself one night that he joined the group.

That, at least, had been entertaining- watching the King seem to choke on his own tongue as he flushed and tried to stammer out a response to your invitation to your bedroom, away from the ears of his daughter.

But your attention was never turned to him.

You never turned shy or demure like one would expect, but you made no pass at Alastor. No innuendos or offers like you made to the others, like you clearly made to the seemingly never ending stream of creatures and sinners that you warmed the sheets of. You chatted with him and laughed and spoke about music and literature but you never complimented him or invited him to your room as he had seen you do with countless others. And normally he wouldn’t care in the slightest- normally he would prefer it this way. When he thinks of the comments he got from the porn star that were always dismissed, the fumbled passes that Vox had made at him during their partnership that had never interested him in the slightest, the various offers and invitations that he had received over the years since arriving in Hell, he feels nothing.

You, though…

Perhaps it's the nature of his sinner form; the buck in him distraught at the idea that such a pretty, fertile doe didn’t think he was acceptable as a sexual partner when you would take on anyone else, and do so blatantly, right in front of him. But the thought of it keeps him up at night, his trousers tight and his antlers large and itchy, scratching at the bark of the trees in his bayou when he risks dropping his wards around your bedroom one night and smells that same scent from before, what he had thought was distress and could now recognize as being arousal. He refuses to lower himself as far as touching his straining erection, but the fact of you not wanting him eats him alive.

To his credit, he resists for a decent amount of time. Alastor lets the thoughts stew and thinks of you- what you’re doing with others, the ways they might be touching you, the sounds you might be making during it. He doesn’t allow himself to follow you when you step out in the evenings, keeps his shadow close to his side when you leave and come back smelling of sex.

A man can only have so much self control.

He’s down in the kitchen late in the evening when the light switches on, and your soft gasp of surprise graces his ears. When he looks over at you he wishes you had kept the lights off- you stand there in a mere slip of a nightgown, black and silky and clinging to the lines of your body like a second skin. Indecent. Alluring. Far, far too tempting, and he keeps his distance across the room, willing his antlers to stay as they are and not branch out to crowd the space at the close proximity to a potential mate.

He feels an eyebrow quirk up at that- mate was new, the word dangerous as it curls through his brain while he watches you, ears dropped low against your head and a blush tinting your face.

“Good evening, dear,” he says cordially, and resumes his earlier actions of making an evening cup of tea- like everything is normal, like the mere presence of you isn’t sending blood rushing through his body.

You seem to breathe a sigh of relief before fully coming into the room, wrapping your arms around yourself, the motion pushing the mounds of your breasts up ever so slightly. He forces himself to look away, to stay busy as you approach and stand next to him. “Hi, Alastor. Think I could get one of those?” You gesture to the mug he holds in his hands.

“Why, of course! Allow me to-”

When your arm drops back down he catches the scent on the air that you displace- Frustration. Arousal. There’s a second of silence before the glass he holds drops to the floor as he abandons all notion of tea in favor of reaching for you, tugging you closer so that you’re fitted against his body, tucked under his chin as he drops it down to sniff at your hair, one hand clasped around your bicep and the other coming around the back to hold you to him.

You make an alarmed squeak but don’t pull away, tilting your head up to try and look at him. The noise you make is inquisitive but not scared as he turns the pair of you, pins you between his chest and the counter and just breathes in the intoxicating cocktail of scent that you give off. He recognizes that he’s overstepping his boundaries- his mother would skin his hide if she was anywhere near Hell and knew he was behaving in such a manner- but he’s held out admirably long, and the need to know why, why, why was beating insistently at his thoughts. And after this, who knew if you would ever let him so close to you again? If you would even stay in the Hotel? The mere idea of you being anywhere else, away from his watchful eye and protection, makes his antlers ache.

“Forgive me,” he murmurs into your scalp, as eager to explain his actions away as he was to get answers from you even if he can’t bring himself to release you yet. “It’s a… biological impulse, I presume, because of our-”

“Because we’re deer?” You ask softly, the whisper of your breath tickling the skin of his chest where it pokes out of his shirt, and his erection aches where it suddenly strains against his trousers. He angles his hips back subtly, resists the urge to shove forward instead.

“Right. I’m afraid I- I was not thinking, and not myself.” He feels a flush take over his face, glad that you can’t see it where you’re held against him. “I believe if I can just- take in your scent for a moment, that should appease the instinct.” He doesn’t know what he’s saying, but you hum into his shirt and stay put, so he assumes it’s a passable excuse.

You stand there quietly with him for a moment before the traitorous words bubble out of his throat against his will, the curiosity overriding his logic. “Why do you show no interest in me like you do the others?”

You stiffen in his hold- and even at this sign of alarm he can’t bring himself to release you. “I don’t- I’m not sure what you mean, Alastor,” you stammer, but he can smell it on you, the nerves, the anxiety in the phrase.

“It’s not my intention to scare you- nor corner you like this,” he adds, nodding down at his arms that cage you against the counter. “Merely a curiosity, and unfortunate coincidence. You offer your compliments freely, you make advances, you have an endless stream of lovers, and yet you have never directed such attention my way. Even Niffty has been at the receiving end of your flirting, albeit in a joking manner.” You’re silent in his arms, muscles tense and face turned away from him, and he keeps his hands where they are instead of doing something stupid like brushing his fingers against your cheek and turning you to face him. “Have I offended you in some manner? Do you simply not find me to be appealing?”

“No!” Your eyes are wide when you meet his again, a sweet blush to your face as you deny. “No, I mean, you’re fine, you haven’t done anything wrong- and you’re hot, so that’s not- fuck. Fuck. It’s really nothing, Alastor-”

And there it was again- that scent that you carried with you, pheromones that broadcasted to him as clearly as a radio that you were aroused, a tinge of embarrassment tinting it now instead of the frustration from earlier and it’s simply not enough. He drops his face to your shoulder, ignoring your soft squeak of alarm in favor of inhaling deeply at the curve of your neck where it’s the strongest that he can reach. It’s heady and thick, almost feeling like it’s coating his airways as it travels through his body, cock leaking inside his trousers now. “Doesn’t smell like nothing,” he murmurs absently, and your hands come up from where they’ve been gripping the counter to fist into his shirt. An explanation, he tells himself as he meets your eyes again, dilated and wide. That’s all I need. That will sate this feeling. That will return me to normal. That will-

He’s taken off guard by your dragging him down to meet your lips, more a clash of teeth than anything else before you get the angle right, surprising him with your tongue against his teeth as you try to lick into his mouth. His noise of surprise is muffled into the kiss, and it gives you the opportunity you need to get your tongue in his mouth, stroke with the slick muscle along his own. The action makes his hips jolt forward, erection finally pressed against the warmth of your body for a blissful moment before he remembers himself and angles away again.

He tries to, anyway. Your hands leave his shirt to tug at his belt loops, bringing his hips back into alignment with yours and causing a moan to vibrate from your mouth and into his as you clumsily try to grind into him.

Alastor releases you- only for a moment, only to reposition his hands so he can hold you even closer, shift you up onto the counter to press harder against you so he can finally satisfy the instinctive craving that had been plaguing him for months- and before he can do anything further you tear away with a gasp, letting go of his hips to push at his chest and try to put distance between the two of you.

“Oh my God,” you whisper, and were it not for the note of panic that now taints your delicious scent he would tease you for the calling of a being so far removed from Hell when he manages to settle his hands on your body again. “Fuck, I didn’t mean- I’m so sorry, Alastor, I wasn’t thinking,” and through your stammering your face is darkening, ears laid flat against your head.

One can only guess what sort of foolish things you’re telling yourself- that he didn’t want this, that you shouldn’t have kissed him, that this would surely result in some kind of disaster. What he was more focused on was the huff of your breath against his chest, the thrum of your heartbeat under his fingertips, the twitch of your ears. The heat of your body pressed against his as you had attempted to grind down, such an obvious display of your attraction to him that he knows he needs to cease your rampant overthinking before you do something terrible, like flee from him.

“My dear,” he says softly, and your eyes dart up, wide, trembling like your fingers against his chest. Much more like a frightened bird than the doe you were. “If you explain your hesitation, we can sort out any confusion that might linger between us, and get back to the more important matters at hand.” He brings a hand up from your hip to trace along the curve of your jaw, and the exhale that escapes you is hot against his wrist when he pulls you back against him. “Tell me your concerns.”

“You don’t actually want this,” you stutter out, your tongue darting out to wet your dry lips, and it’s all he can do not to reclaim your mouth. “It’s- you’re only reacting like this because we’re both deer, you wouldn’t normally-”

“Do you think,” he interrupts with a roll of his hips into you, “that you are the first deer demon I’ve ever come across in all my years in Hell?”

Your eyes widen. “You- but you just said-”

“Yes, in an effort to spare myself the embarrassment of clinging to a young lady that I thought had no interest in me.” He places his hands on your waist and lifts you with little effort to rest on the edge of the counter so he can step fully between your legs. “It seems that may not be the case.”

You whimper, low and broken as his thumb brushes the skin of your thighs. “It’s not,” you confess. “I’ve… it wasn’t the whole time. I mean, I like sex with other people but lately its been- killing me, wanting you. I didn’t think you would want anything.”

“You thought wrong.” He slides his hands under your nightgown, the feeling of your bare skin under his hands igniting the heat within him anew. “I want everything from you.” He clasps you to his body and grinds, his erection dragging deliciously against the soaked warmth between your legs. “You were touching yourself just moments before you entered the kitchen, weren’t you? You couldn’t reach satisfaction; that’s why you smell of frustration, or arousal. Your scent has been driving me mad, these… lovers you’ve been with have been intolerable.”

He can feel the swollen nub of your clit through your panties, wet with slick from your time spent pleasuring yourself and unable to find release. He can almost feel the folds of you molding to his shape, parting with ease to invite him in if he so wished.

He wouldn’t take you here. Alastor had craved you for too long to be satisfied with a fumbling romp in the kitchen in the dead of night- he was a gentleman, and would take you to bed and whisper the words of praise that you were so deserving of as he entered you for the first time. He would ensure that the evening was beautiful and worthy of how long you both had waited, unknowing of how easy it all could have been.

For now, though, you were both vibrating with the tension of months of pent up frustration, and he wouldn’t make you wait any longer, his own release be damned. He would show you that none of the others you had bedded were any sort of viable substitution for him.

He asks, “may I?” As he teases his fingers along the waist of your panties, and your breathy agreement is music to his ears as he simply vanishes them away and slips his fingers into your core. You’re wet for him, the smell of your arousal overwhelming now that you’re bare before him, open for his touch, and while he has little experience in this area he’s able to read the tremble of your body in his arms well enough, the whimpers and gasps that you let out into his ears. He searches, fingers gentle in their exploration as he aches in his slacks, grinding against the counter with what little leverage he has and watching your face for any sign of discomfort. He finds the answer to his questioning touch in a pliable spot of flesh that he crooks his fingers against, and your body trembles in his arms. He hardly needs your frantic whisper of “yes, there, please,” but the feedback is encouraging anyway as he presses hard, withdrawing and adding another finger at the encouraging thrust of your hips.

He wishes he could taste you, knows that you would be just as sweet on his tongue as you felt clenched around his digits. You’re both too wound for that now, as he would want to take his time in savoring you, and so he settles for letting you come undone around his fingers. He finds a promising angle by pushing up on the tips of his hooves, and that gives him the angle he needs to rut into your thigh, hot as the rest of your body and deliciously firm against his cock. Your cunt weeps with arousal, and he swipes his thumb through it for an effortless glide against your clit as he rocks his fingers in a steady rhythm.

“Please,” you whisper, and there’s a hand shoved against his belt buckle, clawing at the clasp in the little space that exists between your bodies. “I want to touch you- please, can I?” Your eyes are wet with pleasure, every inch of your visible skin flushed and your request sweet as honey in the air as you wait for his approval. He nods, and his head drops to your shoulder with a defeated groan at the first touch of your hands to his bare erection.

Your grip is firm, hot- experienced, he thinks with a distant throb of jealousy knowing how many others you had been with to have gained such knowledge. How many others had held you against a counter or wall like this with some part of their body inside of you, your delicate hand touching them in return? What was the exact number of Sinners he would have to hunt down that became familiar with the flavor of your moans before he had been given the chance to sample you?

“Fuck, Alastor,” you cry out, and he grins sharp and dangerous into the crook of your neck at the realization that none of your previous lovers mattered now- all that existed to you in this moment was him, his fingers buried in the tight clench of your body, his cock leaking in your hand, his name on your soft lips. You were pliant and warm and perfect, and he would ensure that you never needed anyone else to satisfy you for the rest of your afterlife.

His orgasm catches him nearly by surprise, hips jerking as he spills hard and messy over your fingers. His voice catches on a desperate moan of your name, and somehow this- staticky and rough and broken- is what takes you over the edge as well, your inner walls fluttering hard around his fingers and even more slick gushing from you to coat him in the evidence of your satisfaction.

You take a moment to simply breathe, bringing a hand up to rest on his shoulder before you start laughing.

Alastor is almost offended, but when he pulls back from your shoulder your smile is fond and pleased. “To think we could have been doing this all along,” you tease, and run your thumb through the mess of his orgasm and lightly against his tip before withdrawing from his pants. You roll your hips against his fingers as he pulls them from you, and the small action is enough to have his spent cock twitching once again.

“Not all along,” he says, bringing his fingers up to inspect, delighting in your renewed blush when he pops one into his mouth for a taste and is rewarded with it being every bit as delicious as he had hoped. “I’m sure with your expertise we would have graduated to more adventurous endeavors by now.”

“My expertise?” You feign offense, your tone exaggerated and your smile genuine as you look up at him. “Why, Alastor, are you implying I’m some sort of tart?”

His eyes are dark as he growls, “not anymore, you aren’t,” and scoops you into his arms to retreat to his bedroom with the ghost of your laughter echoing in the kitchen when you’re gone.

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penkura · 9 months ago

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Hello! I really like your writing! I've been on an angst kick (with a happy ending, I'm too soft) if it's alright can I request female reader getting annoyed at how flirty Sanji is with other women, because she likes him, he hears her calling herself ugly and when he compliments her, she just says "You literally say that to every woman, I'm not special to you." Or something along those lines? Thank you<3

Mmm I love angst with Sanji, he fits it so very well.

I've chosen to make this a two-parter with a happy ending, so keep an eye out for that once it's done and posted! 👀

Special [1/2]

You understand how Sanji is and you’ve accepted it for the years you’ve known him now. He flirts and fawns over and dotes on every woman he sees, he’s chivalrous to a fault, is willing to forgive the lies other women tell him, and always wants to take care of others through food especially. You’ve become so endeared to Sanji over time, having developed a crush on him that you can finally admit to yourself is real, after swearing to Nami up and down that it wasn’t a crush, just admiration for your crewmate.

You never thought it was more than that despite the envy you felt when you’d see him flirting with another woman, whether they reciprocated or not. If they did you had to excuse yourself from the scene, but if they didn’t you felt relief yet disappointment for Sanji. You wish he’d see you that way, like someone he could like and flirt with, even if it was never real. Just knowing he sees you in a positive light, outside of being a crewmate, would be enough.

So why doesn’t he? Does he view you too much like a family member now to do that? Is it your looks? Robin says you’re prettier than any of the girls Sanji seems to gravitate towards, but maybe she’s just being nice to make you feel better. You had to leave the bar your crew was at when you got too annoyed seeing Sanji trying to woo another woman, it got to be too much for you after you thought you were making progress with him the other day. It led you to the bathroom on board where you’re picking yourself apart out of annoyance and maybe some hurt.

“Is it my hair…?” You stare at yourself in the mirror, pulling a piece of hair and letting go back into place, “Maybe my face is just ugly to him…or I’m too short…”

Staring for so long you lose track of time and hear everyone coming back, sighing to yourself before you make another comment that you must just be ugly then, leaving the bathroom. You only notice Sanji is there when you bump into him, he grabs your arms to keep you from falling just in case.

“Oh, Sanji, hey, sorry about that, I—”

“Who said you’re ugly?”

“…huh?” You tilt your head seeing the look on Sanji’s face, his brows furrowed and looking like he wants to kill someone, “Oh…oh! No, no one said that to me! I…just…think I realized something is all.”

He's so confused, how could you ever think you’re ugly? He thought he’d made it clear that he thought you were lovely, both looks and personality. Has he not shown or stated it enough?

“You’re not ugly at all, [Y/N]! You’re so beautiful, I can’t help but be blinded by you! I feel so lucky I get to see you every day and—”

“Enough, Sanji,” you pull his hands off your arms and push him away which surprises Sanji, you normally don’t mind when he’s so close to you, “You don’t mean that.”

“Of courseI—”

“No, you don’t. You say that to every woman you meet,” Sanji shuts his mouth as you sigh and smile sadly before you start to walk back to the women’s bunks, “I’m not special to you, I get it. I won’t bother anymore.”

Sanji knows when not to chase after people, so he lets you go off to bed on your own. Maybe he should’ve stopped you, explained himself and how he’s been flirting with other women simply due to his belief you have no feelings for him. He was convinced you didn’t like him back, never mind the few times he’s caught you giving him shy smiles or laughing at him while you help him cook. Sanji only thought you were like that because you’re friends and you liked hanging out with him, not that there might be some romantic feelings involved.

He feels terrible, how could he let you think it’s because you’re not attractive? It’s not true at all, he’s always thought you were the prettiest girl he’s ever met, but he was drawn to you for the fact you’d stay up and help him in the kitchen, you’ve stayed around when he's had his nightmares and fears of his past come to surface, helping him through them even if it kept you both up all hours of the night.

You’re honestly the most special person to him right now, and he’s made you feel so terrible about yourself.

I’m sorry, [Y/N]. I’m going to fix this.

#one piece x reader #reader insert #fem!reader #sanji x reader #black leg sanji x reader #request

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wrioreid · 3 months ago

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| Valentine's Day | spencer reid x reader

You and Spencer have plans to celebrate your first Valentine's Day together.

Warnings: fluff, slight angst?, indefinite season, some references to the series, without a definite pronoun I think?, lots of rambling.

Author's note: Hello, happy Valentine's Day! The day is literally over, but I only managed to post now :c I really wanted to write something involving my pookie and rewatching some episodes I had some ideas to put in the fanfic. Sorry if any part was confusing or doesn't make sense, I swear I tried!! Anyway, I hope it's fun to read!

The simple drops of icy water that fell calmly from the tree branches contrasted completely with the warm feeling emanating from the couples walking around there. Couples, lovers, families, friends. The street was full of people who were overflowing with love for each other, and you watched them solemnly while leaning your back against the icy wall of some random store. Not even a morning of persistent rain and unpleasantly below-par temperatures could spoil the romantic atmosphere and prevent people from loving each other.

It was February 14th, Valentine's Day. Or rather, your first Valentine's Day with someone. It was late afternoon and the rain had stopped, leaving only small drops of water as a reminder. The temperature continued, but nothing that good layers of clothing and a warm love couldn't solve.

You were waiting for Spencer. You had started dating the previous year, after February, so this was the first time you would celebrate this day together. In fact, neither of them cared about the date. You could even hear his skeptical voice again, talking about how this celebration made no sense and that it stopped being a proof of unconditional love a long time ago. On the other hand, you had never cared about the date because you had never had someone special enough to show that you were still made of love. Now that you had someone, you wanted to make the date unique.

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a smile, remembering how Spencer looked when you answered him saying that you had the desire to experience the magic of the day at least once. Not shocked, not surprised, but hopeful. The “Me too” that he whispered uncertainly like a secret being eternally kept in your mind. After that day, you started planning how you would spend the celebration, the millions of colored papers full of ideas - and dreams - scattered on the floor of his house being a warm memory in your mind.

But even though the plans were set a few good weeks ago, you - and neither he - could control your nervousness when today finally arrived. Even when you were walking together a few hours ago - him accompanying you to your house as he always did at least once a week - you couldn't hold a decent conversation. There was barely a goodbye, just you running inside the house to get ready and him running to his house to do the same. Now there you were, playing with a small puddle of water in front of you with the boot you had specially chosen while you waited for Spencer to arrive.

It wasn't like him to be late at all, and it was starting to get difficult to control your anxiety. Maybe he gave up. Maybe he realized it was something silly and irrational to celebrate. There were millions of thoughts battling against the small memory of the genuine smile he let out every time he read the post-its with the ideas for the long-awaited day.

Despite his confession when the subject came up, you had never actually talked about Valentine's Day before, much less if he had ever celebrated it. You knew that Spencer had already been in relationships with a few other people before, but you deduced that he had never celebrated the day, probably because he let reason take over, as always. However, deep down, you couldn't help but think that it was because he never allowed himself to celebrate, the idea that he was incapable of being loved rooted in his mind.

You felt pain in your heart, almost like a heart attack, when your relationship grew deeper and you would notice with each encounter these small - big - scratches that he had on his soul. Someone who would like to be seen as normal, to be perceived as someone capable of loving and being loved.

So, you take a deep breath and let the bad thoughts go away. Deep down, this is also his wish, and you accept this fact. You push yourself away from the wall, determined to find a better and more visible spot to make it easier for him. However, you didn't count on finding him standing in front of you when you stopped looking at the floor. And damn, he looked stunning.

His soft and tidy hair, his untidy white t-shirt, the wine-colored cardigan on top showing off his crooked black tie, his slightly wrinkled dress pants quickly revealing the pair of mismatched socks. All of this being soaked up by the dark gray overcoat and the purple scarf. There was literally nothing different about his style, but at the same time there was everything. Maybe it wasn't anything different physically, but whatever it was, was enough to make the thoughts that tormented you before seem like nothing more than a small fraction of an unknown nightmare now.

Spencer clears his throat, trying to bring your attention back to the real world. You can't tell if he's blushing because of the cold or because he's been stared at so intensely, but either way, it's cute. "Sorry I'm late," he says quietly, even though no one else can hear.

"It's okay, we'll still be a few minutes early." You smile playfully and awkwardly stand next to him, ready to go to the first attraction of the day. After millions of desires were buried by a job that took up too much of your time, the final decision was a traditional Valentine's Day schedule so that you could enjoy all the romantic experiences that couples usually have - as much as possible. The first stop would be at a small local theater to watch Romeo and Juliet. Afterwards, you would enjoy a beautiful romantic dinner at a special place, and by that you mean that you would have dinner at Spencer's house. And then, he would walk you home. It sounds simple, but it was more than perfect.

Despite your movement, Reid doesn't move. He looks at you with a tight-lipped smile as he unrolls a black and white fabric from his messenger bag. You hadn't realized it was there and before you know it, he's lovingly wrapping the scarf around your neck.

"I knew you'd forget," he whispers, smiling like a child who's been naughty. You use the scarf as a shield to hide your flushed cheeks, starting to walk quickly after whispering a thank you. The smell of freshly washed clothes with a hint of fresh vanilla is the only thing you can smell now, intoxicating you like a drink.

However, it's not enough to make you not notice the awkward silence between you. You've known each other for a long time and talk a lot, but the idea of something new, a unique - and secret, in a way - celebration between the two of you was too much for both. You snuggle even closer into the scarf and slide your hand closer to his, your pinkies touching. You notice him looking at you from the corner of his eye, a look full of secrets for the others, but not for you. Calmly, he intertwines his fingers with yours, you now walking hand in hand and both of you smiling foolishly behind the scarf.

The play's performance was interesting, but it was hard to concentrate on it while Spencer made several dissatisfied expressions beside you. "It's almost revolting how a play about young love, family rivalry and lack of communication turned into a mere sad story about love at first sight. And I haven't even talked about the imaginary balcony yet!" It was the last thing he said after you left the theater and started walking towards his apartment, distractedly engaging in other matters.

“You can’t deny it, Spence,” you laugh out loud, smiling at his pouting face. “Love moves worlds!”

“It changes realities, that’s what it does,” he mutters, looking irritated, but a playful smile plays on his lips. “A tribute to a bishop who went against an emperor turned into a celebration of love with an exchange of gifts and declarations just because they decided to combine love and romance! And it makes much more sense for the celebration to exist because this is the first day of mating for birds. It’s the order of life!”

“Of course, it makes much more sense for men to leave love messages on their loved ones’ doors because the birds are procreating,” you giggle. “I think I’m talking to the reincarnation of Claudius II and I didn’t know it.” You joke, having even more fun when you notice Spencer pondering his words for a few moments, a furrow forming between his eyebrows.

“Technically, men who have nothing to lose are better at war than those who have love,” he pauses, now speaking again with a mischievous smile, “For example, I worked much better before I met you.”

You stop walking, shock written all over your face as you stare at him in disbelief. Spencer laughs, stretching one of his hands to intertwine them. He gently kisses the top of your hand. “Contrary to statistics and facts, I have been working better since we met and you know that very well,” he whispers, still with your hand close to his mouth, his lips brushing against your skin with each movement. You turn your face away, still angry, but taking the opportunity to control the immense urge to kiss him.

However, the whole act ends when you feel something different in your hand - the same one he was holding until just now. You turn your head quickly only to notice the beautiful red rose that magically rested in your hand, its scent so present that even from that distance you could smell it. Paralyzed, you stare at Spencer, mouth open, not knowing what to do. He stares back at you with a smile from ear to ear, his nose red from the cold.

“As someone told me the other day,” he says calmly and amusedly, “It’s worth ignoring the hype, the advertising and the high prices for someone special.”

You can barely react. Twirling the rose between your thumb and index finger, the only thing you can do is control the tears that are welling up in your eyes. It’s the first time you’ve received a flower so full of feelings from someone. A single, simple flower, but it was worth more than an entire field. Spencer calmly waits for you to recover, tenderness sparkling in his eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” you manage to whisper, hugging the flower gently so as not to ruin it or hurt yourself, despite your clothes. “H-How? Since when?”

He shrugs, reaching for your hand again and intertwining it with his, putting both in the pocket of his overcoat as he walks on again. “A magician doesn’t reveal his secrets… and he always has tricks up his sleeve.” He lets a sentence hang in the air, more mysterious than it should be. You stare at him, waiting for him to continue, but you only get a pat on the hand.

The rest of the way was calm and quiet, but comfortable enough for you to process everything, your eyes never leaving the delicate flower resting on your chest. When you arrive at the apartment, you can't help but notice how much - more than ever - this place made you feel like home.

A small smile escapes your lips as Spencer offers to help you remove and put away your coat and scarf. He removes his own scarf and coat as well and offers to put your rose in a container of water so it doesn't die. You hand it to him and as he disappears into the kitchen, you wander through the rows and rows of books, stopping when you notice that the chess pieces were not on the usual table, the moonlight coming through the window and illuminating only the chess board.

"I couldn't think of a better place," you hear Spencer say before looking in your direction, noticing the beautiful vase with several roses that he held in one hand and the tablecloth that he held in the other. He lovingly hands you the jar, smiling softly “I tried to put them all in my bag, but it was a bad idea, so they were waiting for you” he laughs embarrassedly as he arranges the tablecloth on the table.

You smile from ear to ear, enchanted by the beauty of the flowers, and place the vase in the center of the table so you can help him set up the rest of the romantic dinner. When everything was finished, you stop for a few moments to appreciate it and can't help but smile when your gaze lingers between the two chairs. As your relationship with Spencer deepened, a second chair began to appear frequently at the chess table, a sweet reminder of all the times you played there - and that, now, was even part of the scenery in his apartment -.

You sit there, smiling amusedly when Spencer reappears with a lit candle in his hand. "Waiter, please" you joke. He looks at you with arched eyebrows, carefully placing the candle next to the flowers. "On average, more than 7,000 candle fires happen here in the country each year".

You laugh nasally, fascinated by the moment "Thank you, Spence… I don't even know what to say. Everything is so… right, so romantic".

“It’s the least I could do and… I actually wish I had cooked, but time…” he scratches the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“It’s perfect, seriously. Next time we’ll cook together and you’ll see my culinary skills,” you say, making a silly smile appear on his face as he nods positively.

You eat and talk calmly for a long time, enjoying each other’s company. When darkness already dominates the streets, you realize it’s time to end the night. After helping Spencer put things back in their proper places, you pause in the middle of the room on your way out, pondering what to do. It was still Valentine’s Day and you hadn’t kissed.

However, in these last moments, Spencer seemed more spaced out and lost in his own thoughts, probably overwhelmed by the emotions of the day. You feel bad for a moment, wondering if you hadn’t forced it too much with him. So, you choose to quickly grab your flowers and your coat, your little goodbye speech already on the tip of your tongue.

“Wait,” Spencer, who was standing there watching you get ready, spoke hurriedly and, after making sure you weren’t leaving yet, disappeared into his room, returning moments later hugging an object to his chest. He walked until he was close to you, but never stopped looking at what he had in his arms. Looking closely now, you noticed that it was a somewhat old book, with some obvious marks on the cover and spine.

Spencer opened and closed his mouth several times, but unable to say anything, he just handed the book to you. Parlement of Foules was printed in large letters.

“T-This is considered the first Valentine’s Day poem,” he said uncertainly, his tone lower than normal, as if he wasn’t talking to you. “For this was on St. Valentine’s Day, when every fowl comes there his mate to take… is a 700-line poem that follows the tradition of dream vision poetry, a medieval literary style, and Chaucer uses it to discuss romantic love and freedom of choice… my mother read it to me when I was a child” he finishes in a whisper so low that you doubt if you heard it right. You press the book against your fingers, understanding the weight that it implied.

Spencer bites his lip, but resumes speaking, now with a more confident tone “It was a poem that stuck in my memory, more than any other and… given today’s date I would like it… to become important to you too. It’s the second copy my mother had in case something happened to the first one… but nothing ever happened and well… one copy is enough for me” he smiles embarrassedly, scratching the back of his neck “I-I left some notes throughout the book, too, so you would always feel accompanied while reading and… well, know my opinions about it”

“Couldn’t you read it to me too?” The question escapes your lips, your eyes glazed over the book as you caress the cover with interest.

Spencer is taken aback by the question, but a small smile plays on his lips. “I could too, of course” he paused again, now looking at you expectantly “There’s one more thing in there…”

You press your lips together and stare at him. Passion, surprise, affection… you felt so many things in that moment that not even the cold wind outside could cool the warmth that permeates your heart. You delicately open the book, noticing a writing on the title page. It was in pencil, and the marks from previous attempts were still there as if they were telling you a secret, but they didn’t get in the way of reading the large, hurried letters.

You can only teach a child to love by loving them. Johann Goethe, From your Spencer

A small drop falls onto the page, briefly staining the paper. You then realize that tears are streaming down your face, even though a tender smile has not left your lips. Spencer comes even closer, taking the book from your hand so he can hold it in his. With his other hand, he slowly passes it over your face, wiping away the small drops that insisted on running down.

“The whole discussion of the poem revolves around love… whether people are destined to be together or whether they have the right to choose, whether by passion, affinity or social conventions.” He speaks delicately, never taking his eyes off you. “Love is everyone’s final destiny, but it is a complex, free and uncertain process that, honestly, is still the action of hormones and neurotransmitters…” He bites his lips, quickly looking away to look at you again, determined. “But even so, even though it is not destiny… I firmly believe and I am more than happy to know that I made all the correct choices that led us to meeting.”

Honestly, fuck it. You put your hands around his face, cradling him, and bring him closer to you. Your lips touch gently, and you can't focus on anything else. Spencer timidly holds your waist, pulling you closer to deepen the kiss. Delicately, he starts to run his hands over your body as if he were appreciating a work of art until he reaches your face, where he caresses the side of your cheek with one hand and pulls you even closer with the other - if that's possible -. You separate from the kiss panting, but remain close, your foreheads touching. Spencer calmly places a tender kiss on your nose, then your forehead and, finally, on the top of your head, enjoying every second.

When you look at each other again, the only thing you can whisper are several "Thank yous". He smiles lovingly, still caressing your face.

“I don’t even know how to thank you, Spence,” you whisper. “You gave me so much today, with so much love, so much dedication… and I only gave you a meager little letter with messages that you surely already knew… I really don’t know how to repay you.”

His smile widens and when he answers, you feel like you’ve finally found your place. “Nothing could surpass the happiness your letter brought me, love, there’s nothing you can repay. However, it would make me even happier if you slept here…”

Author's note 2: Hello there! If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading! I'm also on c.ai with the same user @/wrioreid, but the process of making the bots is going veryyy slowly.

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guywithn0name · 1 year ago

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-Alphabet headcanons-

;Miles Morales

Miles Morales x any gender reader

🎸 | Masterlist | 🎸

This post’s style is edited to my current one lol

Warnings: none

-‘A’ is for AFFECTION (how affectionate are they?)

Miles is a pretty affectionate guy, even if he doesn’t show it as much through physical affection. He expresses his affection through quality time and words of affirmation, he also makes drawings for you as a way to show how much he cares for you.

-‘B’ is for BESTFRIEND (what are they like as a bestfriend?)

Miles is definitely someone who sends a lot of TikTok’s or some random memes he finds funny. If you two have the same clothing size, he’ll borrow some of your clothes from time to time. He also likes to hang out often in either silence or you two talking nonstop about something random together. Y’all definitely have game nights together.

-‘C’ is for CUDDLES (how and do they like to cuddle?)

He likes to cuddle when you two are alone, but he won’t outright beg for it. He doesn’t need cuddles, but he likes them. Miles can be the little spoon or big spoon, he won’t care. Just as long as you to spend time together.

-‘D’ is for DOMESTIC (if they settle down, how will they help?)

Miles’ a messy boy, have you seen his room? He’d throw his clothes all over but he can definitely cook well. Rio is a fantastic cook and Miles definitely got his great cooking skill from her. Miles will clean the house with you if a special event like a birthday or Christmas happens (if you celebrate Christmas).

-‘E’ is for ENDING (how would the break up go?)

Tears. A lot of tears. He’d definitely cry if you broke up with him, and even probably if he broke up with you. Miles would probably distance himself from y’all’s mutual friends if you have any. Miles would probably ends up drawing you in his sketchbooks in a way to cope with the breakup. Y’all would still probably be in good terms, but that depends on the breakup.

-‘F’ is for FIANCÉ (how do they feel about marriage)

He wants to get married, but in his 20’s. But if you don’t want to get married, he’ll respect that. But y’all would definitely get matching rings or promise rings. He’ll probably would wear his ring on a necklace so he wouldn’t loose it during his Spider-man fights and all.

-‘G’ is for GENTLE (how gentle are they?)

Miles is a literal angle, honestly. He’s always so sweet and nice to you. He loves that slow and sweet kind of love. He’s the type of guy who’ll bring you flowers when he’s sorry.

-‘H’ is for HUGS (do they like hugs?)

He really likes hugs. They’re not mandatory but Miles will absolutely love them if you two haven’t seen each other for some time. He also will hug you when you’re sad (only if you’re comfortable with it, of course). Miles also enjoys getting hugs when he’s upset.

-‘I’ is for I LOVE YOU (when do they say I love you for the first time?)

Miles probably said “I love you” in the first month of you two being together. He probably said it during a date you two had.

-‘J’ is for JEALOUSY (do they get easily jealous? And if they do, what will they do?)

Miles doesn’t get jealous easily, but when he does. He actually doesn’t express it very much. The only time he’ll get jealous is if someone touches you inappropriately or if you’re telling about some guy in a way that kinda sounds like you two are closer than friends.

-‘K’ is for KISSES (how often do they like to get or give kisses, and where?)

He loved giving and getting kisses. Miles’ definitely a guy who loved giving and receiving cheek kisses. He gives about 5 kisses a day, or around that number. But he gives a lot more kisses if it’s been a while since you two last saw each other.

-‘L’ is for LITTLE ONES (how are they with kids?)

Miles is definitely good with kids and they really like him too. Being spider-man also plays a part on this since he has to save people from all age groups, plus. He finds kids fun to be around.

-‘M’ is for MORNINGS (how are mornings with them?

Miles need like 10 extra minutes in the morning just to get up. He’s super groggy every morning. He takes forever to get out of bed. He’s also super cuddly in the mornings, just refusing to get up and get ready for the day. This man does not have a skin routine, I have no idea how his face is so clear, but he got nothing.

-‘N’ is for NIGHTS (how are nights with them?)

Just like in the mornings, no skin routine. He washes his face with water from time to time. He loves taking showers before going to sleep. If you two are sleeping in the same bed, he’ll have a hand on your stomach or something tiny like that. Definitely kisses you goodnight.

-‘O’ is for OPEN (how open are they about themselves?)

Miles was pretty awkward at first, but as you two spent time together. He warmed up to you. He told you about him being spider-man at the month and a half mark of your relationship.

-‘P’ is for PATIENCE (how patient are they with you?)

Miles is super patient with you. If you don’t feel comfortable with something he’ll understand. He will try to get you out of your comfort zone sometimes but not in a overly pushy way.

-‘Q’ is for QUIZZES (how much do they remember about you?)

He doesn’t have the perfect memory since he always has a lot of things going with being spider-man and all. He does try to remember as much as he can, Miles will even write some things about you in his sketchbook next to drawings of you.

-‘R’ is for REMEMBER (what’s their favourite moment in the relationship?)

Miles’ favourite moment in your relationship is either when you were patching him up after a fight against a villain while he was spider-man. Or when the two of you were dancing in the rain as music played.

-‘S’ is for SECURITY (how protective are they?)

He isn’t super protective, but if you’re in danger he’ll be there as soon as he can. He’ll always be there for you and he’s definitely ready to fight anyone rude or stupid for you when he’s spider-man (even as just Miles if the person being rude and dumb is extra)

-‘T’ is for TRY (how much effort are they putting into the relationship, dates and ect?)

He always tries to be a good boyfriend and be there, but his Spider-man work gets in the way from time to time. As for dates. He likes to have chill dates that are you two just cuddling while watching a movie or you in the subway spray painting together. As for more special events like Valentine’s Day and an anniversary, he’s gonna try to do something special for you.

-‘U’ is for UGLY (what’s a bad habit of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of showing up late, but normally it’s because of his Spider-man things. He also has a habit of biting his nails or the inside of his mouth/lips.

-‘V’ is for VANITY (how insecure are they?)

He isn’t super insecure but he’ll get kinda insecure if you two haven’t been able to spend time together or talked for a while. But appearance wise, he isn’t that insecure.

-‘W’ is for WHOLE (do they feel whole without you?)

If you two were separated for a while, he’d definitely miss you like hell. And if you die at any point. He would visit your grave at least once a week. So, he wouldn’t feel whole without you.

-‘X’ is for XTRA (extra headcanon about them)

Miles 100% has a sketchbook dedicated to you. It’s full of drawings of you in different poses, styles and backgrounds. I think he’d also have some light lighting scars on his body from his venom blast. (Especially on his arms). He definitely has spray painted your face somewhere where other people can’t find it, it also had spray paintings of other people who are important to him. Miles has definitely made a playlist that reminded him of you, and you also have a shared playlist.

-‘Y’ is for YUCK (what can they not stand?)

He can’t stand when someone has their shoes in bed. And he finds it super annoying when someone touches his collectables or sketchbooks.

-‘Z’ is for ZLEEP (how is to sleep with them?)

Miles’ a cuddle bug while sleeping, he doesn’t even know it. He also snores lightly in his sleep, it’s super quiet tho. He’ll wrap himself fully around you while sleeping. Sometimes Miles will even drool, it’s not a big amount tho.

#miles morales x male reader #miles morales 1610 #miles morales x reader #miles morales #spidervese #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman #Miles morales x gender neutral reader #miles morales x gn reader #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman into the spiderverse #itsv #atsv #Alphabet #alphabet headcanons #headcanon

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gojooooo · 2 months ago

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list of some little specific sukuita things that make me go bonkers:

– bottom sukuna. maybe i should be ashamed that this is the first one that came to mind? oh well

– sukuna only having eyes for yuuji, especially in aus where they’re students together. there could be a million dollars on the ground next to sukuna or someone down on one knee asking him to marry them but nope, yuuji sitting there doing absolutely nothing will always be more interesting. priorities priorities

– them being lost in their own little world in any way, like constantly bickering and having meaningless little things going on between them that nobody else cares about. like them arriving at school at the same time and as soon as they make eye contact they know that they’re racing to see who will reach their classroom first. megumi just sighs as he watches yuuji sprint away from him, thinking ah here we go again

– the fact that no closeness will ever be enough for them. sukuna will literally be inhabiting yuuji’s body and they still would be like no dude you need to come CLOSER

– sukuna being enamored by bloody, feral yuuji

– yuuji being enamored by grumpy, easy-to-provoke-when-you-tell-him-he-isn’t-good-at-something sukuna

– yuuji using that technique often and sukuna lowkey knowing what he’s doing but purposely falling for it because he actually enjoys it and does want to show yuuji his skills

– sukuna saying yuuji’s name over and over

– yuuji occasionally doing everything in his power to be a little shit >:) they both do that but brat yuuji is special for obvious reasons

– their “you’re mine” slowly turning into “i’m yours”

– jealous sukuna who would do anything but express how he feels. cue yuuji on a date with someone and he’s in the domain stress eating fries and exploding the skulls

– them being over dramatic when paired up together. like gojo assigning the two of them a mission and them being like ughhhhhhhhh this is horrible but inside they secretly go yayyy i get to see his stupid face all day

– them being so used to each other that they compare everything else to what they had

– sukuna learning from yuuji, like simply genuinely observing yuuji all the time. silent pensive sukuna i love you

– also sukuna calmly saying yes to anything yuuji says no matter how beyond his realm it might be. like him showing a picture of hello kitty and pochacco saying hey look it’s us and sukuna is like mhm sure

– them having a painful goodbye and only admitting that they actually like each other then

– (sorry about that one) (isn’t that basically what happened haha.. ha… . yeah.)

– them being protective/defending each other on instinct even if (especially if!!!) they hate each other

– them never meaning what they say about the other ever. “i want him dead” sure you do yuuji

– maybe yuuji occasionally gets up early but i like to think about them both being sleepy guys. so nobody clings to the other who’s trying to get up. yuuji falls into the domain every night and they just go zzzzz

– yuuji dreaming about random shit like being in a superhero movie with jennifer lawrence while sukuna always dreams about yuuji

– yuuji cooking for kuna <333

– this list is just a random assortment of things at this point sorry

– i’m posting this anyway because this blog is like a diary to me

– them taking turns at who’s mad at the other while the other goes ooo you wanna kiss me so bad lol

– literature nerd sukuna

– sukuna is either at absolute peace with the world or extra insufferable when he has yuuji sitting on his lap. he’s either spacing out just holding him and cherishing the moment or doing everything in his power to annoy him like tickling him or licking his ear or some shit of that kind

– them going “stay out of my way” and always ending up next to each other eventually

– them matching each other’s energy like yuuji going under sukuna’s window at night opening his arms and telling him to jump and sukuna thinks weirdo and then ACTUALLY JUMPING DOWN

– sukuna being a yapper only when he’s with yuuji. this one is very important to me

– you know that tradition of giving the second button of your uniform to your crush on graduation day well they’d both have the same idea but then go i was about to give YOU mine you idiot you always ruin everything and completely miss the point aka that they basically both just confessed

– them crossing each other on the street in the next life and immediately turning around AAAAAAAAA ok that’s all bye.

#i love them so much i fall to my knees everytime i come across the color pink #my post

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depravitycentral · 2 years ago

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Hii I think I've read all your hxh stuff but the Tumblr blog search is kinda scuffed so if you've already answered something like this just ignore me

Anyway I was curious to know how/if you think the phantom troupe members would share a partner. Like maybe not all of them sharing one partner (that's the dream fr tho lol) but maybe 2 or 3 members sharing one if any of them are into that

Then that leads me to my next two questions, Kurapika and Leorio, would they share a partner or are they just not into that

Then lastly (and if you don't write for them or have any ideas that's fine ignore this) do you think Silva and Kikyo would keep a little "pet" around?

Anyway sorry for the long ask, I guess I could have split this up but I didn't want to spam your box 😅 have a lovely day! ❤️

Please ignore how late this answer is... Also the answer to the Silva/Kikyo question will be posted separately!

Tw: kidnapping, mentions of physical violence, manipulation, mentioned non-con

I was wondering how long it would take before poly yanderes would be discussed on this blog!!

My personal philosophy on poly yandere relationships is that they only work in very, very specific circumstances. The whole concept of a yandere is someone who feels such blinding and overwhelming love and desire for another person that they literally throw their morals out the window just for the chance to bask in a bit of affection or love from their special someone, and adding another person into the equation doesn't exactly fit this vision.

Most yanderes don't want to share you - you're theirs, simple and plain, and often only a very specific person could be the one exception to this rule. Even then, the relationship is often still strained, because unless feelings develop between the two yanderes themselves, jealousy will always be an issue and you as the darling will have to be very careful about making sure you give equal amounts of love and time to each yandere.

But instead of focusing on the logistics of it, let's discuss the actual pairs/their dynamics!!

Machi and Pakunoda are the least resistant to sharing. They respect each other, and while it may be a stretch to call them friends, this respect and trust has led to a solid foundation for them to build off of. Neither are especially forceful with their darlings, instead preferring to hover and take care of them with minimal physical force, and this helps keep both of them placated. Machi is sort of the bad cop while Pakunoda is the good cop, but the reason this pairing works so well is that they help bring out qualities in each other that would normally be their weak points. Pakunoda helps Machi relax and warm up to physical affection with her, because her own natural touchiness is easier to convince Machi that touching you won't be the disaster she's so sure of. And Machi helps Pakunoda attend to every facet of your wellbeing - Machi properly feeds you, tends to any wounds of yours, makes sure that you're getting enough sunlight, that you're still moving and not becoming lethargic, all things that Pakunoda knows she should do but sometimes skips in favor of kissing you or spoiling you. These two are definitely the best pair to get stuck with - still overbearing about your safety and hard to handle always watching you, but certainly better than others.

Shalnark and Chrollo are, admittedly, not equal players in this partnership. Most likely, Shalnark initially became interested in you, and upon Chrollo's eventually learning of your existance, he found himself charmed as well. Shalnark wasn't the happiest at the notion of sharing, but he sees the partnership as an opportunity to help keep you in line and make himself look good. He and Chrollo are both very, very talented manipulators, and by playing off of each other, they're able to present themselves as simply loving partners, managing to gaslight you into thinking that you're overreacting about them being 'horrible' and 'evil' for kidnapping you and forcing you to be their partner. And frankly, it works - they're convincing, and because you get no reprieve or time away from them both at once, eventually you will begin seeing things their way. This isn't a particularly desirable relationship, if only because while you'll eventually be happy (your mind too mixed up to even realize you're unhappy, that is), you'll lose a piece of yourself in a way that you wouldn't with other pairings. You'll be somewhat of a shell of your former self - still you, but with the parts that they like emphasized, and the more problematic parts of your personality (like your desire to leave them) being repressed.

Uvogin and Nobunaga is possible, but it's unlikely that things would last long. This is because Nobunaga is particularly delusional, and Uvogin is particularly lucid. And this combo - Nobuanga's infantilization of you and Uvogin's leniency in your independence - spells out disaster. Things would be tense; arguments would sprout often, with you left to awkwardly stand in the middle, desperately hoping that Uvogin will win the argument. (You don't like him either, but at least his ideas are less dehumanizing than Nobunaga's.) I think it could work, if they worked hard enough to establish how to treat you, but you'd be constantly walking on eggshells around them. (Plus, if you think your poor pussy is getting a little too much action with just one of them as your yandere, then get ready - they fuck you every night, nearly, one taking your cunt while the other shoves himself down your throat. Occasionally they'll even try for your ass, though Uvogin has the sense to force Nobunaga to get you properly prepped before he fucks what he thinks is 'her best hole - it's so tight'. They're just gross, and you'll very obviously favor Uvogin - which once again sparks problems of jealousy. So it's possible, but unlikely to work out.

Phinks and Feitan is another unlikely combo - their types are very different, firstly, but if they did manage to develop feelings for you, things will become very violent very fast. Neither wants to hurt you (at least, not deep down), but they don't exactly agree on how to punish you or respond to your misbehaviors. Feitan is more strict, deciding that you must be punished when you act out because it's the only way to get you to behave how they want. Phinks doesn't share this mindset - he's more of a sucker than Feitan, more inclined to just make you promise not to do it again and then naively believe that you meant it. And this leads to problems - their treatment of you is so radically different, both in the way that they speak to you and how they touch you, that they'll be fighting over nearly everything. And while you won't ever be physically harmed, you'll be subject to watch them physically fight when they're arguing, swinging fists and lightning fast moves making you curl up into a ball because god, they're monsters. Again, it's possible if they can figure out a system that's a compromise for both of them, but it's unlikely.

This probably isn't the answer you're looking for, but it's my opinion! There are probably some more pairings that could potentially work, but these are the ones I see being most likely.

Unrelated to the Phantom Troupe, some other pairs I could see being potentially successful are: Leorio and Kurapika (they're into that!! more protection, as far as Kurapika is concerned, and Leorio is more clingy than possessive, so he wouldn't mind sharing with his best friend whom he is already displaying borderline homoerotic tendencies towards), Knuckle and Morel, Misturi and Obanai, Uzui + wives, Douma and Akaza though it would be very, very rocky and is significantly more unstable than these other matchups, Aizawa and Hizashi, Overhaul and Chrono, Tendou and Ushijima, Bokuto and Akaashi, Hinata and Kenma, don't ask me why but Goshiki and Kindaichi, Kita and Aran, Suna and Osamu

#_lee discusses #yandere hxh #_hxh #yandere kny #yandere bnha #yandere haikyuu #_bnha #_haikyuu #_kny #_all fandoms

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scrapsovereign · 1 year ago

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Obedience Brings Blessings: Ascended Astarion x Female Tav x Gale Part 1 of 2

Trigger warnings: Not beta read. Extremely NSFW, bondage, dubcon, tentacles, unhealthy relationship dynamics, being really bad at boundaries and feelings, probably dead dove do not eat

Summary: Astarion, still bitter about Tav being elected to the seat of Grand Duchess decides he’s going to teach her a lesson about what embarrassing him in public gets her…with Special Guest Star Headmaster Gale Dekarios of Blackstaff Academy!

Post-Canon, set after the events of the end of Baldur’s Gate 3.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55683643/

As always, I’m sorry.

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“Sweet Mother of Magic!” Gale drops the drinks he’s holding, Astarion catching them deftly beneath his hands.

“When you said Tav was tied up for the rest of the day, my assumption was that it was not going to be so literal,” Gale says, flushed with arousal at the sight of Tav tied and bound by scarlet red silken cords to the 4-post bed she shares with Astarion.

“My lady wife wouldn’t have to be if she had been a good girl earlier, isn’t that right pet?” Astarion clips, still angry from her very vocal disagreement with him at the Lord’s Council over the matter of refugee settlement.

It’s humiliating enough that Ulder Ravengard passed him up for one of the empty seats on the council of four, choosing Tav over Astarion.

It was intolerable to be made the fool like he was earlier. If her transgressions were committed in public with an audience present, it’s only fair that the favor be returned in kind.

While she had won the battle this day, she was most certainly going to lose the war. Sex was one of the many tools he had at his disposal for reminding her who was master. Gale in particular was a very effective way to deliver his punishment- it was an open secret how he lusted after the Grand Duchess and her gorgeous husband.

For Gale to remain fully complicit, however, he had to be kept ignorant of the truth behind his involvement.

At least, for now.

“I-I don’t think it’s right for me to be here. This…ah, seems to be a private matter between the two of you and it would be remiss of me to participate any further,” the wizard stammers out.

He tries to step forward and leave but is blocked by a single step of Astarion’s, enraptured suddenly by the dark lidded, predatory stare of the vampire lord.

He takes a sip of the wine, observing the wizard’s body language. There were so many things he could name that would add up to the arousal building at the sight of Tav tied up and wanting in the bed.

The easiest to spot, of course, was the tenting beginning to show in his trousers.

Tav watches her husband in anticipation of what his next words are, anxious to hear where he is leading them when she sees his wicked grin over the lip of the glass.

“Now…Gale,” he drawls out, watching the mage shiver at how he takes care to caress the name with his mouth.

“You’re a man of discerning taste. You see, I’ve been having trouble with finding a befitting punishment for her Grace. I thought, perhaps…you would have something in mind?” Astarion directs his pointed gaze at Tav while he speaks, tracing a finger up and down the line of the erection contained by the dark color of Gale’s clothing.

“Fuck, Astarion…” Gale coughs, almost choking on the wine he had been in the middle of drinking.

“Oh, not yet. Not until she’s endured enough suffering to deserve it. There’s got to be something in that brilliant head of yours,” Astarion’s statement is punctuated by his caressing of the tip of Gale’s clothed penis, fully erect and threatening to peek up through the waistband of his trousers. The mage’s eyes roll to the back of his head, shuddering with his touch, hips twitching forward against Astarion’s hand for purchase.

Tav licks her lips and begins to feel her mouth water. She hates how much this turns her on, even more so now that Gale’s involved. She watches closely for two reasons- the first that it makes her burn with arousal and jealousy, seeing Gale succumb to her husband’s familiar seductions.

The second? She could always use another excuse for a tax write-off for the replacement glassware, and what a better way than to have them destroyed at the mage’s undoing?

Astarion’s eyes are still on her when he pulls his hand away and stashes away the wine glasses to rest on an accent table.

“It’s a stretch, but do you remember that spell we found a month after we were cleaning this tomb? The Evard’s modification?” Gale rasps out, now fully recruited by the vampire ascendant’s seduction.

Tav’s eyes go wide with surprise. He wouldn’t.

“Can’t say I do,” Astarion pouts, tugging Gale closer to him with his fingers curled under his waistband. “Would you be so kind as to give us a demonstration?”

“Don’t even think about it, Gale Dekarios! A gentleman such as yourself would never!” Tav calls out in warning to the Wizard at the foot of the bed.

“One can’t…always be a gentleman,” he sighs out in bliss while Astarion resumes palming his erection.

Tav looks on in horror as Gale effortlessly casts the spell.

She cannot free herself fast enough to avoid the milky tentacles that sprout up around her and begin to wrap themselves around her appendages. One tentacle immediately takes to rubbing her swollen clit while it slides along the slippery expanse of her slit.

“Now remember darling- whatever happens, you can’t cum,” Astarion calls out over the squelching noises and strangled moans only a mere few feet away.

Another voice is panting out small noises of pleasure, softer, closer to him. The wizard’s head is tilted towards the ceiling, eyes closed as Astarion allows him to chase his pleasure against his hand.

“Eyes on her, Gale…don’t you want to admire your marvelous spellwork?” Astarion snatches his jaw turning it in the direction of Tav, the wizard’s eyes flying open in surprise at the aggressive show of dominance.

Gale stops breathing for a moment.

Oh hells, what has he done.

Tav’s struggling has earned her the following: two tentacles wrapped around her legs that thrust languidly in and out of her tight holes, another tentacle that has encircled her hip and has its suckers placed over her clit, and two smaller tentacles that wrap around her breasts that wriggle around the pert and erect buds of her nipples. Her eyes flutter open and shut, fighting to muster the willpower to obey Astarion’s command.

This has to be the most depraved thing he’s ever seen… and heard. The sounds that Tav and Astarion used to wake the whole damn camp with are nothing compared to the obscene noises made only a few feet away from him.

She’s panting out hard through her nose, trying to swallow the moans that rip themselves from her dry vocal cords. The conjuration’s greedy limbs are covered in Tav’s sweat and its own viscous slick- the combination making a squelching and squishing noise from the writhing over her skin and plundering of her entrances.

Good thing Astarion has stopped touching him, another well-placed stroke would have very well ruined his trousers. He thinks he’s in the clear from making a mess of himself until he feels the lips of the other man brushing against the hot, flushed curve of his earlobes.

“She is gorgeous like that, isn’t she? You always do nothing short of extraordinary work. Aren’t you the least bit envious of those tentacles? Wouldn’t you rather be the one defiling her instead of your conjuration?” Astarion purrs, gripping Gale’s face tighter. The mage breathes out with a shudder at the increased pressure, wishing that hand was gripped around his cock.

“I wouldn’t dare to consider the possibility, even in my wildest dreams, especially when she had never been mine to speak of. Not when her heart belonged to another,” Gale’s lovesick mourning earns him a disapproving eye roll from Astarion.

“Oh please. You’ve wanted her hands on the wand in your pants ever since the day she pulled your arm out of that bloody portal. Anyone with eyes could see as such. It’s a simple question, darling. Do you want her, yes or no?” The vampire’s terse reply is the push the mage needed to confess his forbidden desires. Gale is about to speak when the voice of Tav rings out above the unearthly noises of his spell.

“It’s a trap, Gale! He’s planning to use you in more ways than one! Cast Hold Monster and get your magical ass back to Waterdeep!” Tav gasps out, her voice cracking from the overstimulation of the tentacle’s thrusting.

“Such impudence from that pretty little mouth,” Astarion tsks in annoyance. “I don’t suppose you have some way to occupy it?”

Gale’s desire to earn Astarion’s approval has intoxicated him beyond rational thought. What if…he wants to be used? He craves- no, needs it, the hunger for the vampire’s praise rivaling that of the Netherese orb he has recently rid himself of.

“It would be my pleasure.”

The wizard makes a motion of his hands, Tav’s noises of protest are silenced by the sudden intrusion of another appendage that forces its way past her lips. She sobs out in muffled cries, eyes rolled to the back of her head as the elongated, slick length slides back and forth in her mouth.

“Well? What’ll it be, Gale Dekarios?”

Gale pauses, considering the vampire’s offer. He had fantasized about similar scenarios before, his hidden desires placated in the moment by the stroking of his hands. There’s no doubt the dynamic between them will drastically change, and that Astarion certainly would use their tryst to compel them in to doing his bidding in the future.

There’s also a warm bloom of hope in his chest at the chance that he’ll be invited back to their bed if his performance is satisfactory- and maybe the possibility of more between them than just the pleasures of the flesh. He’s worn out and exhausted from resisting temptation for so long, surely giving in to it now won’t ultimately be the ruin of him, will it?

Gale is alight with excitement before he replies, his chocolate eyes tracing the paths of the slick, undulating tentacles that slither over, under, and inside of Tav. She’s going to be terribly angry with him for what he’s about to say to the vampire…

…And it’s going to be worth every last bit of enduring her wrath.

“Yes.”

“Hells, took you long enough. Now that’s out of the way, you are to obey the following rules,” Astarion huffs out a laugh and drags Gale by the waistband until they are standing parallel to the edge of the bed.

“One- she is mine. You are not allowed to touch her, put your lips upon her, or do anything else to her person without my explicit permission,” the vampire’s possessive growl that makes up the first of his commands startles Gale. He knew Astarion didn’t like to share, but he was still surprised at the intensity behind the man’s words.

“Two- you must follow my instructions,” the mage tilts his the side as Astarion continues, squinting in consideration. “…to the letter. I require nothing short of total submission from you, wizard.”

“Three- If you stay, understand that this moment is the point of no return. You have no choice other than to comply. Should you leave, we shall forget all about this. No awkwardness, no ill will. Things will remain the same between us. You have my solemn word,” Astarion waves his hand with a flourish towards the door, offering Gale one last chance at walking away.

“Do I have your consent?”

The vampire watches as Gale looks from him, to Tav, to the bedroom door, and then back to him.

Astarion smiles wickedly at the sound of the bedroom door being locked shut by Gale’s Mage Hand.

“Sounds like a recipe for disaster. But you know what? I'm learning to enjoy the taste of chaos. Count me in. ”

“Splendid! I knew you’d make the right choice,” Astarion grasps on to the fine silks of Gale’s clothing, leaning forward to claim his lips. He slants his mouth against him, feeling the prickles of his impeccably kept beard against his own smooth skin.

Astarion presses closer to him, hearing Gale moan with relief as he plunges his tongue in the wizard’s pliant, willing mouth. It’s nothing short of vulgar, almost like he was trying to lick the very last drops of blood from the bottom of a champagne flute. He twitches his hips ever so slightly, their aching erections barely rubbing against one another.

He gives Gale a little shove away from him when the wizard returns the swipe of his tongue, their combined saliva tricking at the corner of his mouth.

“Remove your clothing and place it at the foot of the bed,” Astarion intones coldly.

The transition from passionate kiss to frigid instruction is jarring to the wizard. He is about to open his mouth to object when Astarion puts his index finger against his plush, soft lips to shush him.

“Remember…you agreed to follow my instructions…to the letter. Strip. Now. I won’t ask again,” the edge beginning to creep in the vampire’s voice makes Gale’s throat dry- he did agree to being on his very best behavior.

Gale removes his clothing, all of it, as instructed.

A cruel, toothy smile that Gale hasn’t seen since the goblin camp when the priest of Loviatar flogged Tav spreads across Astarion’s face.

The vampire’s lustful eyes leave no surface of his skin unobserved. Gale shudders in anticipation when he sees him swipe his tongue across his upper teeth, eyebrow raised in appreciation for every inch of his figure. It’s a confidence boost for Gale to see Astarion’s reaction, he’s been rather self conscious lately about the softness that has replaced the lean and starved man he once was.

“On your knees.”

Gale willingly sinks down without a single thought. He is reflecting how at peace he feels, focused on Astarion when the vampire grabs him by the face. A manicured, painted thumb presses against his flush lips and Gale parts them for entry. The vampire that looms above him chuckles darkly while he holds down his tongue.

Astarion looks to Tav, meeting his eyes with hers. Oh, she is furious. She’s cursing him with the foulest phrases she knows in between gagging on the tentacle that fucks her throat. How ironic it is that he has such power over her. The Grand Duchess of Baldur’s Gate, the great hero of the city continuing to endure this debauchery at his behest.

He laughs, the bright and beautiful sound floating above her muffled voice.

“See how good he is for me, my love? No smart mouth, no fighting...look at how beautifully he submits to me. Obedience brings blessings- what would you like as your reward, dear mage? Would you like to taste her?” His question earns an enthusiastic nod, but it’s not the response he wanted.

“I want nothing more,” the wizard affirms, having intended that to be his reply.

Astarion knows he’s holding back. He clears his throat, prompting the wizard to speak up while he looks down at him expectantly.

“Use your words. Tell me what you desire, don’t spare any of the details,” Astarion’s eyes twinkle with malicious intent. Yes, it’s obvious he’s trying to humiliate the wizard, but he’s also assessing the extent of his depravity…which he suspects runs deeper than even Gale himself knows.

“To answer your inquiry- my desire is to be with you, both of you, in any sense of the definition you find acceptable and agreeable. There is no act too depraved for me if it brings you both pleasure, it matters not if I can be by your side.”

Gale bows his head then, taking in a shaky breath to keep the tears that sting his eyes at bay.

“May you both forgive me, but I…I’ve had feelings for you both, for quite awhile. I’m terrified of them and what it could possibly mean. I'm only beginning to forget the pain that I bore for so long in the wake of my complicated relations with Mystra. In fact, that’s the first time in months I’ve mentioned her name outside of an academy lecture. I fear the pain in my chest I suffered at the hands of the orb has been replaced by a bittersweet ache that is only relieved in your company,” he pauses for a moment to think after his confession. Astarion is clearly offering something to him he’s long desired. The wizard would do well to be as specific as possible.

“At present, I do find myself quite curious on the subject of if Tav could endure a little more pleasure from the ministrations of my talented tongue,” The end of Gales’s monologue is punctuated by Tav’s muffled groaning.

If he listens closely, he might be able to make out a ‘Gale, no, please’ despite her currently occupied mouth.

“I suspected as much, and I may permit you the indulgences you seek. But first, we'll need to see if that ‘talented tongue’ of yours is worth pleasuring her with,” Astarion takes two fingers and runs them along the overstimulated sex of Tav, coating them in a mixture of tentacle slime and the clear slick of her juices.

“Open up,” Astarion instructs, shoving the slick digits in to Gale’s inviting mouth.

Gale emits a noise of surprise from the flavor. It’s unexpected but not unwelcome- a delicious combination of something tangy, salty, and a little sweet. Gale wraps his tongue around Astarion’s fingers, eagerly lapping with his tongue and sucking until he has consumed every last drop.

He whimpers in disappointment when Astarion withdraws his fingers, looking on in confusion when the other man begins unlacing his trousers.

“Oh, my sweet wizard,” Astarion chuckles, “That wasn’t the trial itself- it was only to see if you were worthy of the opportunity. If your mouth is as good to my cock and I find it satisfactory, you’ll have your reward as promised,” he says reassuringly, amused by the wizard’s adorable response to his teasing.

Taking his erection in hand, Astarion can see that he is already salivating for a taste. He languidly strokes himself, watching Gale’s eyes trace the length of him with his movements.

“Put your hands behind your back,” he instructs as he peers down, admiring the pretty flush that blooms on the other man’s cheeks. Gale is so, so beautiful like this, flushed and hanging on to his every command. Astarion hums, drunk on power, musing it’s almost as if he was made to serve him.

Holding himself out in front of Gale’s face, he watches on as the human leans forward to take a timid lick at where the head meets the shaft. Astarion’s cock twitches in response, and Gale replies with another lick on the underside with the flat of his tongue from base to tip. He stops just underneath the head, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot and flicks his tongue across it.

Astarion throws his head back and gasps in delight, his hips stuttering against the slow circles of the wizard’s ministrations.

“Hells, Gale…stop your wretched teasing and take me in your mouth.”

The corners of Gale’s mouth quirk upwards while he looks up at him innocently, mouth open, tongue pressed up at the base of his tip. Astarion gasps softly when his lips close around him, beginning a pattern of moving slightly down the shaft, tracing the underside with the tip of his tongue, and swirling around the head.

“That’s it, that’s my good boy,” the vampire purrs, moving his hips in time with the rhythm Gale sets.

His nimble fingers release the fine clasps and buttons of his jacket and waistcoat, exposing the lean, sculpted muscles underneath. He’s glad he chose not to bother with a shirt that day, the current trappings of his embroidered and jeweled silks suddenly too warm with Gale taking him in so well.

Gale begins moving deeper, increasing the pace, hollowing his cheeks ever so slightly as he bobs his head back and forth. Astarion groans in bliss, his hands gently raking through the hair of the man working his length with a lewd slurp. They wander to cradle the sides of Gale’s face, looking down at the mage’s glassy brown eyes that stare up at him in adoration.

“Tav, my love, it would be…unfair to keep him all to myself,” Astarion barely breathes out, never breaking eye contact with Gale.

Tav sobs out in frustration around the flesh of the conjuration in reply, now having been pushed well beyond her breaking point. The fight in her has been completely drained by the strain of resisting her peak the tentacles threatened her with over and over again. She’d give anything to feel the immense relief of her release at this point.

If Gale licking her to completion is what it’s going to take, she’s more than willing to participate.

Astarion cards his hands again through Gale’s windswept, sweaty locks before he grabs and pulls. The sensation elicits a low moan from Gale that vibrates deliciously around him. He greedily considers how good it would feel to have him moaning wantonly around him, absolutely certain that he can wrest more from the wizard.

Extending his leg forward, the vampire puts the bottom of his shoe to rest against Gale’s painfully hard length. He swipes at it with the flat of his leather soles, gasping out in delight from the deeper, louder vibrations that make up Gale keening around his cock. The sensation is incredible, he needs more, deeper…

“Relax your throat, darling. Prepare yourself- I’m not going to be gentle,” Astarion croons softly to Gale, stroking the back of his other hand against his cheek.

Taking a fistful of hair in his grasp again, he begins thrusting his hips with force, watching as Gale closes his watering eyes in concentration. Oh no, that won’t do at all.

“Eyes on me, yes, that’s good…oh Gale, oh hells you’re so, so good for me,” Astarion rasps out, brutally pounding the wizard’s quivering mouth that dribbles with spit, looking down at his pleading, watery eyes.

Gale loses focus at hearing Tav’s sobbing over his spell that had continued to ravage her. He momentarily forgets he has Astarion’s rock hard length between his lips and involuntarily gags. The vampire cries out in ecstasy with the muscular contractions of the wizard’s throat that threatens to eject him, continuing the unrelenting pace he had set.

He notices the rutting he had felt against the bottom of his shoe stills as Gale obediently struggles to keep from heaving the contents of his stomach from the assault he endures. He’s trying so very hard to be such a good boy, continuing to take Astarion in despite the protesting of his body.

Gale’s submission alone could have made him spill his warm seed down the wizard’s throat, but he has a better idea.

He pulls out of his abused mouth with a sickening pop, wrenching free the hand that had been pulling on his hair. Astarion gives the wizard a moment to cough, catch his breath, and quell his roiling nausea before issuing his next command.

“Dispel the tentacles.”

Gale does as he is told, barely able to rasp out the incantation while he tries to steady his breathing. Tav takes a deep gasping breath herself, followed by a sputtering cough.

Leaving the wizard where he is, Astarion strides over to the other side of the bed, removing the rest of his finery as he reaches the opposite post where Tav is restrained.

She’s a mess. A beautiful one, but still a mess. Her skin glistens with sweat and tentacle slick, breasts bobbing and jiggling with the heaving of her chest, tears leaking out the sides of her lovely, flushed face. Her expression is tensed with eyes squeezed shut, softening as he leans over and gently kisses her forehead.

“Tav, darling, you didn’t cum with all that excitement did you?” He runs his fingers through hair damp with sweat, moving any errant strands that had plastered themselves to her forehead away from her face.

Tav whispers out a barely audible no, her head shaking as she speaks.

“Marvelous. You did splendidly following my directions, my sweet,” he kisses her gently on her bruised lips as a reward, breaking the tender kiss to untie the restraint closest to him that holds her to the bed.

Her muscles relax for a moment in anticipation that she’s finally free, tensing again when he scoops her up and sits her on the edge of the bed facing Gale. She furrows her brow in suspicion when he secures her to the other post with a sideways glance.

Before Tav has the time to think of the question she wants to ask, he is sitting on the edge of the bed beneath her, holding her by the waist, her slick entrance lined up with his tip.

“Only a little bit more, treasure,” he murmurs, pressing tender kisses against her shoulder blade to relax her. He sinks her down slowly with a huff, relishing the perfect arch of her back against his chest as he penetrates deeper into her throbbing warmth. Hooking his legs underneath hers, he pries her knees apart carefully, feeling her sink only a bit further down with the change in the angle.

He points and snaps his fingers, a direction for Gale to move in between them. The mage settles in between her legs, fixated on where Astarion fills her slick, heated center.

“Do you want this, Tav?” His question is gentle, speaking to her as if she was a frightened stray cat he was coaxing with a bit of food. She feels the warm, reassuring hands of the wizard rest on top of her thigh.

The lusty, dewy brown eyes that look up to her hide a tempest of emotions. There’s mostly desire, but also sadness, longing- and something else that Tav knows has remained unspoken since the day they met.

Being honest with herself, she has her own storm of mixed feelings she is finally able to recognize now that her every thought isn’t commanding her body not to climax. While she brushes off her arousal as an unavoidable side effect of the events that have played out, she finds she’s actually fairly angry with the two men.

Astarion’s brand of bullshit she was used to. While she’s unhappy about his corruption of Gale in whatever game he’s playing at, she knows she can usually work with him by patiently enduring things like this or giving him space until he’s ready to talk.

But Gale? He says all the right things and might even believe them, but when he gets pushed by that stupid, sexy vampire he goes willingly without a fight.

Gale isn’t fooling her with this shy and sweet act, staring up at her like a sad puppy dog. How dare he ask for her consent now, well after his magic violated her, working her up into a shaking, wanton, furious mess?

Astarion and Gale are to entirely to blame for the state she’s in, and they’re going to fix it.

“Listen to me, Gale Dekarios of Waterdeep, and listen well. If neither of you doesn’t finish what you’ve started, you’ll wish I was still bound by these ropes,” Tav bites out, her fury aimed to pierce like an arrow through the wizard’s bleeding heart.

“Can you believe what I have to deal with? It seems you have your answer, Gale,” Astarion laughs out in amusement. He licks a stripe up the salty skin of her neck and flicks his hips upwards, a lewd cry escaping her.

“Shh, little love. Let him take care of you,” Astarion gives a nod to Gale, granting him permission. The wizard hesitates for a moment when he hears Tav whimpering above him, feeling the warm puff of his exhale against her sensitive sex.

If she’s already this worked up, Gale’s going to have to go slow and be gentle so she can really enjoy all he has to offer. He wipes a broad stripe up with his tongue to tease her with the lightest amount of pressure, catching the base of Astarion’s length that slowly rocks inside of her.

He smiles to himself when he hears both of them cry out for him. Experiencing the real thing is so much better than the major illusion of this exact same situation he had cast months ago.

He cycles through a series of different types of licking patterns to figure out what Tav likes, settling at a rhythm that involves broad, sloppy circles around her folds, across Astarion, and then suckling at her engorged clit white he teases it with the softest swipes of his tongue.

He looks up at them again.

Tav’s breasts are bouncing in circles as Astarion fucks up into her. Her head bends back to rest against his shoulder as the vampire cuts a shallow laceration with his teeth on her neck. They both groan sinfully when he fastens his mouth to her, sucking a bruise that begins to bloom on her skin.

“Isn’t he gorgeous like this, darling? Worshipping us with his tongue? Needy and wanting? He’s devouring you- almost like it’s not enough,” Astarion murmurs, breathless against the next set of purple marks he makes.

“You want more, don’t you, Gale? If only you could feel this delightful cunt of hers clamping down around my cock,” Astarion gasps out, his voice strained as he increases the pace of his thrusting.

Gale coughs while his mouth is fastened over Tav’s clit, choking from the filthiness of Astarion’s words.

“To say that I haven't imagined it would be a lie,” he rumbles in between lapping at her folds and the underside of Astarion’s penis. The added sensation with his speech makes her arch her back and whine against the vampire.

Speaking of Astarion- to Gale’s ears, he sounds like he might be closer to climax than Tav is. The indecent moans and gasps of the vampire and his consort is the sweetest music he’s ever heard. Gale focuses his attention on him, sucking and flicking the base of the length drenched in Tav’s slick.

That’s all it takes for Astarion to climax with a shout, the noise muffled by the curtain of Tav’s sweaty hair that he has his face pressed against.

Astarion’s chest heaves while he rides out the aftershocks of the orgasm that shook him, kissing up and down Tav’s temples, her neck, and her shoulders like a man possessed. The wizard wastes no time lapping up the salty, tangy, slightly sweet fluids that begin to leak out of Tav’s throbbing sex.

Watching them with his face coated in their slick, the wizard is enthralled at the sight of how thoroughly she is ravished. He finds it interesting that Tav hasn’t climaxed yet, but Astarion has- if he was in her place (and he wishes he was) he probably wouldn’t been able to stop from cumming.

Gale quirks up an inquisitive eyebrow when she continues to try and ride the front of his face, and teases her in return with an agonizingly slow swipe of his tongue.

“Insatiable, isn’t she? What do you say, my little love? Do you want to feel him inside you?” Astarion’s question goads the wizard on to resume his feast on her folds, but it sends the alarm bells ringing again inside Tav’s head.

She silences them. She knows this is a trick question meant to trap her. Honestly, she doesn’t care who it is- she just needs someone to fill her and give her the release she desperately craves.

“Don’t make me beg, please Astarion,” she whimpers, thrusting her hips greedily at Gale’s mouth.

“You already are, my love…,” he murmurs against the shell of her ears, nipping at the cartilage while he withdraws from her.

Gale is just barely able to stand up on his shaky, tingling legs.

The vampire looks up at him with a dangerous, half-lidded gaze, issuing an unspoken invitation as he wraps his arms around her, thighs held open wide with his own and drenched with the evidence of their coupling.

“You may take your pleasure from her, but you are forbidden from emptying yourself in her- that is for me alone.”

He is hyper-aware of how Astarion watches him like prey, following the bob of his adam’s apple as he gulps nervously. Gale thinks he might spill on to the carpet at that moment with the other man’s demands.

Taking his aching, drooling cock in hand he steadies himself above them, pressing against Tav’s slippery entrance. Gale’s breath hitches as he presses the head of his length in slowly, her hot, throbbing core pulling him deeper until he meets resistance.

He is about to ask if Tav’s okay and if she really wants this when Astarion surges forward to kiss him, grabbing his throat to hold him in place while he hungrily claims his lips.

The hand around his throat releases him, Astarion breaking the kiss when he begins to pump his hips cautiously back and forth.

“I think she can take more than that, can’t you, pet?”

She nods in wordless agreement. He’s bigger than she’s used to, the foreign stretch of him inside her giving way to a fullness that she finds she needs more of, harder, and faster. She ruts against him desperately to encourage him to pick up his pace and pull him deeper inside her.

“Gods, Gale…don’t you dare hold back, not now, not after all this,” she cries out, struggling weakly against the vampires’s chest. Gale casts mage hand again, this time to work the swollen bud in between Tav’s legs in circles.

Gale works up to a frantic pace, and the next thing he knows his hands are on her knees, spreading them apart. Her tense muscles relax and give way, rubbing against and past the euphoric smoothness of what he can only assume is her cervix. She very nearly screams when he does so, begging him not to stop.

He thrusts with all the heartbreak, all the bittersweet missed moments where he could have told her but every time he tried he couldn’t speak. Her thighs shake underneath his hands and she clenches tighter around him as he continues to batter the spot deep within her.

Gale is lost, unsure of where he ends and she begins.

He is starting to fall over the edge when he finds the strength to speak his unrequited truth to her, a feeling that’s tortured him ever since he laid eyes on her.

“Tav, I love you- I love you so, so much...”

Astarion’s eyes flash red for a moment, an animalistic, possessive growl rumbling at the back of his throat.

“Mine.”

He shoves Gale away from her.

Astarion watches with a sneer as the wizard spills his ruined orgasm over his abdomen. Gale covers his red-hot face in shame with his forearm, poorly disguising the tears that stream from his eyes. He lays back on the imported rug that broke his fall, gasping for air, throat dry and breathless.

Their attention falls on Tav, who had come so close again, only to be denied her release once more.

“Astarion, Gale…I don’t care how you work it out between the two of you, just…please, I need more, damn you…” Tav begins to weep, her anger giving way to desperate sobs. Astarion strokes her hair, kissing her tears away, caressing the side of her face.

“My sweet, were you still following my instructions? Were you not able to finish because of what I said earlier?”

“I held back for you, because I thought that’s what you wanted…you hadn’t given me permission…” Tav curls up in Astarion’s arms, burying her tear streaked face in his chest.

Astarion sighs contentedly at her confession. It’s truly a decadent feeling to ruin a Grand Duchess and a former Archmage at the same time, training and breaking them so they are willing and eager to please him. With these two wrapped around his finger, he could easily become the most powerful person on the continent of Faerun. No bloody titles needed.

Holding her to him firmly, he presses a kiss to the sweaty locks of his most precious thing.

“Shh now, little love. Let’s get you out of these restraints, I think we’ve had enough of these for one day…”

#astarion #bg3 astarion #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 smut #astarion fanfic #astarion fanfiction #ascended astarion #really darling tentacles again?#astarion x gale x tav

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swanimagines · 2 months ago

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GRISHAVERSE WEEK STARTS TOMORROW

Ok the GV special week starts tomorrow at this time, and I just want to put out a reminder because this has been a repeated question I have gotten during these past weeks:

Everything published within the next 7 days was written in January. This event is not running off requests I get during this. Requests I receive now are treated as they usually are, meaning I will make initial notes of their plot to my wip folder, draft them and finally add them to my to-do list after I come back from London.

More below because this got long and I know some of you may want to know why.

This is just nice little something because I want to celebrate meeting the cast one last time. So again, if you request, it will NOT be published this upcoming week. The decision to not take requests that are specifically for this event was partly because I just knew people would spam me mainly with Kaz and Jesper and then not understand when I'd try to explain that every character only gets one fic, first come first serve, and I'd risk being thrust in yet another drama after being free of drama for so long.

+ I also ditched the idea of taking requests for it because I literally got this idea during Christmas week and I didn't have time to arrange anything like that at that point anymore + I will be unable to write any fics from this upcoming Wednesday (5th of March) to next week's Tuesday (11th of March) because my laptop is literally about 2000km away from me during that time, so that's why the simplest way was just pick some old requests from my drafts and fill them instead. Again, everything that will publish has been written and is queued since January, I finished writing the last piece coming up on 19th of January.

Also another reminder that neither David nor Alina will get anything despite Jessie and Luke attending the con, because I have never received requests for David and the only request for Alina I have was too large to be filled in time for next week. YES, I know I said one character per date, but I'm not able to magically summon requests for those when there is none. But I'm sorry if you were excited for pieces for either of those.

Again, I do not take requests for this and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have time to fulfill them anymore as I only have 2 full days to go before I'm offline for a week. I know I'm repeating this over and over again, but I just really don't want to come back home to see dozens of "please do a fic like this for tomorrow!" followed by "I sent so many requests for this week but none got chosen, I'm so sad 😭" and I want to do my everything so people would know what's the deal.

There are lots of people in my followers (judging by the amount of asks and messages I get about it) who still think that if you send in a request, it will be the next in line and there's no one before your request and that's... not the case. I've gotten a lot of requests that are like "I'm sick right now and I'd like to read about character taking care of me" and when I tell them that I can't write it that fast, I get a "but everyone else I read from write my requests within a few hours from me requesting, how come you don't, you post so little so it means you get no requests anyway so you'd be free to write mine?" and even if other blogs you read from are like that, my blog is not because I can't keep up such a pace, my motivation/inspiration to write doesn't come up by snapping my fingers.

I need to have the right headspace and mood for writing, which sometimes lasts for weeks in a row and I'm able to write every single day with only minor issues, but sometimes it takes me several weeks or even months to get into that, me sitting here with just a sentence or two written and wanting to bang my head into the keyboard because I can't think of ANYTHING, or I know what to write but I can't make up how to write it. So I don't want to force myself to write to avoid this starting to feel like an obligation rather than fun, and to do that, I need to do this at my own pace and the best way is to post slowly, let the queue build up, have some backup for times when I absolutely can't get myself to write.

So me usually posting only once a week (for now) doesn't mean I don't have requests to post, I post slowly to maintain some schedule because otherwise it could be 5 fics in a week and right after that there would be 3 months of total silence. I do hope that I get to pick the pace up, but I will never again post daily permanently, it's way too stressful to keep up on a long run. But my goal is posting twice or thrice a week if I'm ever ready for that, and I hope I will be.

I hope that one day people would get that, it's tiring to explain over and over again why the request I published now wasn't your request and that I didn't skip over you and that there are still requests before you and why I can't skip everyone else just for you and this all reads all over my blog...

So yeah, just want to explain and make a wish that please don't send GV requests if you think I'll be publishing them during this week. They will go at the end of the line, just like everyone else's fics do.

#jentalks

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berryhobii · 2 years ago

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Hey there :)

I came across you content some days ago and I fell in love with how you write. I have literally read everything you have posted and let me tell you, you don´t disappoint. Thank you for portraying us black girls in the fandom world and allowing us to feel involved in a world where it sometimes feels like we don´t have a voice, it really means the world and reading your work has genuinely made my weekend.

My favourite couple are Y/N and Jungkook from the Late for Work story, and if it´s not too much of a request, could you please write a drabble about them? I don´t have a specific subject in mind, I just like how you write about their dynamic and their personalities.

By the way, sorry if my english is not great, it isn´t my first language. Anyways, thank you so much and keep doing you, you are amazing <33333.

🤧🤧wow thank you so much for your incredibly kind words. And your English is amazing. Don’t ever apologize for that. You could have written it in your native language and I’d find a way to understand it and the words would still be just as special to me❤️I’m so glad you like my work and I’ll continue to do my best for you and every other underrepresented black/brown/dark skinned person out there!

Here’s the Drabble. It’s a Jealous!JK with some suggestive content and loads of compliments about reader/OC! Hope you enjoy!💜

Jungkook wasn’t a jealous person by heart.

He was always grateful for what he had so he never found reason to be envious of what others had. His parents raised him well and taught him the importance of humility and compassion. He never felt the need to be jealous.

Even when he met you. You were already spunky and free, expressing yourself how you saw fit. You didn’t let anyone tell what to do or how to feel and especially how to dress.

Jungkook loved your sense of style; you could be girly and colorful, posh and elegant, alternative and dark, and so many more. You weren’t limited to one thing. You tried different styles and if you liked it, you wore it and that was that.

Everyone stopped to stare at you whenever you walked, your natural charisma and glow too powerful for people to just pass you.

And Jungkook felt so much pride being able to hold your hand. You were all his and he was yours, the sparkling diamond on your hand speaking volumes.

So why the hell wasn’t it speaking to this store attendant who kept staring at your breasts as you tried to pick out a bracelet for your best friend’s baby shower. You had already purchased gifts for the baby but you also wanted to choose something special for your friend.

You were focused on staring at the choices in front of you, trying to decide which one would match her skin tone the best. Jungkook was only halfway listening, his eyes staring daggers at the attendant who was assisting you. Jungkook didn’t notice the guy ogling you at first, all of his attention on you and trying to help the best he could.

It wasn’t until he just so happened to look up and realize the man seemed a little unfocused that he noticed. Following the man’s eyesight, Jungkook found him to be staring at your cleavage that was pushing against your arm as you leaned over on the display case. Knowing you, you probably didn’t even realize you were doing it, too deep in thought over which one she’d like.

You could be a bit unaware at times, especially when you were with Jungkook. He always made you feel safe so you never felt the need to be too aware. He would protect you no matter what and you settled into that.

And you were so in love and obsessed with him that you never even noticed when someone else was flirting with you or ogling you. Jungkook was the only pair of eyes you felt and/or cared about. You were also used to people staring at you so you’ve learned to drown out the stares. It was easy enough to do.

Good thing you had Jungkook.

“I think pink gold is cute but white gold is more classy. What do you think, baby?” You glanced over to your husband who seemed to be staring off into space. He did that sometimes. You called it his Jungkookie sense like Spider-Man. You thought it was adorable.

He hummed, blinking before looking down at you and smiling. “I think white gold is perfect, princess.” He directed his focus to the attendant whose eyes were still admiring your bosom.

Ugh.

You smiled brightly at your husband before nodding and turning back to the attendant. “I’d like to see this one in white gold, please.”

“Of course, miss.” He smiled politely and moved to retrieve the bracelet from a cabinet away from both of you.

Jungkook relaxed for a moment. He hated that gross feeling that was building in his stomach. He was very secure in your relationship; never worrying about you cheating or flirting with other people. Not when you’d come home and suck his cock just because you missed him. You were obsessed with him and you made sure he knew it.

He did. He truly did. He just hated how this guy was staring at you when it was obvious you were taken. It just felt disrespectful. Couldn’t he try to be more subtle or just not look at taken women like you were some piece of meat?

He couldn’t relax long since the man came back with the jewelry.

“I love it! Don’t you think it’s so wonderful, baby?” You bounced on your toes, clapping cutely. The motion caused your breasts to bounce, Jungkook’s eyes cutting to the man who was smiling sleazily at you.

Jungkook could feel his anger bubbling up but he swallowed it down. He didn’t want to make a scene even though he really wanted to punch this guy in the face.

He gritted a smile. “I do. It’s beautiful. Your friend will love it.” He directed his attention back to the guy, reaching into his pocket to take out his card. “We’ll take it.” He ordered, slapping his black card on the counter. The man flinched, finally locking eyes with Jungkook’s menacing ones. He gulped, sweat slicking up his palms.

You made a noise of surprise. “Baby, what?“

“Do you want something too, princess? I’ll get you whatever you want.” He never broke eye contact with the man who was starting to turn pink under the heat of Jungkook’s gaze.

You blinked a few times before a knowing look formed on your face. You hid a smile behind your hand. Adorable.

Leaning over the display case again, you pointed at a ring. “That one. It’ll compliment my wedding ring nicely, don’t you think?”

“I do. Could you wrap them please? With a nice bow?” The devilish smile he sent towards the man was enough to send a shiver down his spine. While the smile looked polite on the outside, the attendant could feel the intensity that radiated off of the hunk of man.

The attendant ducked his head, meekly whimpering out a, “right away” before scampering off to retrieve the boxes and wrapping.

After paying, Jungkook led you out of the store, making sure to deliver a slap to your ass that he’s sure the attendant saw.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, baby.” You teased once you two had gotten back in the car. Jungkook started the engine, pulling off with one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh.

He scoffed. “I wasn’t jealous. I just don’t like when people stare at you too hard.” His grip tightened on your thigh making you bite your lip. Gosh, your husband was so sexy. And him jealous took his sexy meter from a 10,000 to a 10 Million.

“They can look all they want. You’re the only one who can touch.” Grasping his hand on your thigh, you moved it between your legs, his fingers coming in contact with a wet spot on your panties.

He almost swerved the car, groaning as he tried to stay focused on the road. “How long have you been wet?”

“Since you slammed that card down on the counter.” You unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning over the console to come closer to him. Your tongue darted out to lick a broad stripe up the side of his neck, teeth biting at a fading hickey. “Now why don’t you pull over so you can take what’s yours?”

A wolffish grin spread across his face. Reaching a hand down, he rubbed over the bulge in his pants.

“I’ll start with your mouth. Get over here and show me.”

And you did. The entire ride home.

#bts #bts smut #jungkook drabble #askberryhobii

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tia-amorosa · 6 months ago

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Hi…

I thought for a long time about whether I should write a personal post again or not. But they usually get lost, literally. That's probably because hardly anyone here knows me well. But I'm writing this post to let off some steam and talk about the situation that's really bothering me at the moment. (sorry in advance for the long text)

I'm in pain. Every day, 24/7. Why? About 4 years ago I had dental treatment with a somewhat unfriendly, older dentist. The treatment was carried out under anesthesia. One of my wisdom teeth and another were pulled. And it may not have been done correctly, which is why I've been suffering from nerve pain on the left side of my face ever since. The pain is so extreme on some days that you just want to throw yourself in front of a car... or jump off a bridge. I've already visited neurologists in recent years, but unfortunately they couldn't help me. After the treatment at this dentist, I had another problem with a canine tooth (top left), which was then pulled. This is also a so-called eye tooth because it is exactly in line with the eye. This time it was a different doctor who had found that there was a small cyst on this tooth. So it wasn't wrong to pull it out. But since then the pain has only gotten worse. I have pain when I look (when I make a lot of eye movements), and the pain goes all the way up to my head.

The sad thing about the whole thing is that the pain is made worse by the fact that I work a lot with my mouth. Because I am severely disabled, I cannot move my hands and work with a special computer mouse that I operate with my mouth. My mouth is therefore an important tool that I use to write, write my stories and operate the computer in general. And it makes me... sad and angry that I am currently going through a phase where I am not making as much progress with my work as I would like because this pain is tormenting me every day. I've tried all kinds of painkillers, but none of them have helped at all. And I don't want to drug myself with any heavy stuff.

I'm currently trying to find a dentist who will continue the treatment. A lot of things need to be done, restoration, etc. I've already found a practice and asked them about it. A video consultation was supposed to take place last week. I waited half an hour in front of the screen and the loading bar until someone answered. After that I disconnected the connection. I then wrote an email to this practice. There was no response... I called them today and they said they hadn't noticed my email. OK, that can happen... Then they gave me a new appointment for a telephone consultation, also today. That was supposed to take place at around 2:20 p.m. Do you think someone called me? NO!

They seem to have forgotten about me. I was so angry... I'll call them again tomorrow and ask what's wrong with them. Above all, it is a practice that is well suited to people with severe disabilities. And I actually rely on sensible advice and treatment. They haven't even seen me yet. And I'm having real problems with my teeth at the moment. One of them is open and I have to be careful not to chew on the wrong side because otherwise more of it will break off. This will only put more strain on my nerves, I'm really fed up!

I wish we could turn back time, then I wouldn't have gone to that horrible doctor who started this pain. I wish I had found a better doctor, but it's difficult to find the right doctors in my situation. I'm also suffering from a urinary tract infection at the moment. It really hurts. I suffer from it often, but the pain in my face is just much worse. I can only do something on the computer on days when the pain is bearable for me. Before the whole thing with the first dental operation, I was incredibly productive and got a lot done. Now I can't even manage half of it. As I said, it makes me sad and angry. That's why my story is progressing very slowly at the moment. Sorry about that.

I hope I haven't annoyed anyone with the long text, but I just had to get it off my chest so that people might understand me a little. I would also like to write more, but my concentration is exhausted for now. I'm passing the time with Netflix, so I don't have to do much or think about it.

Now I wish you a nice evening/day. Greetings and hugs from me to you.🥰

#text post #non sims related #personal post

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danyvhell-writes · 2 years ago

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Hi hi hi !! Idk if ur TS headcanons asks are still open (I am, so so sorry if not) but if they are I was wondering if you could do some Pirate Ais Au? >:3 I saw that idea in one of ur other posts and i think the idea is just MUAH MUAH

It could just be general Ais headcanons or X Mc :0 anything with him just being a pirate because bro I just love pirates so much 😭 they are SO COOL and Ais as a pirate captain is just ??? Even better ???

Anyway, I hope you have the best rlly good day 🫶

Pirate Ais AU 🏴‍☠️ Touchstarved

GN reader - no warnings | Yes my asks are still open !!! So happy you liked my idea :') OMG OMG OMG WHERE DO I EVEN START ?!!!!? The brainrot is real and fueling eachother with ideas like that is making it even better (or worse u choose uefgzifguz). As a kid who was obsessed with pirates and a current One Piece fan, your ask is exactly what I needed, thank you so much ♥ This AU is more joyful than what's seen of his canon life so yeah, hope you'll like it ! Okay, ready to sail ? Let's go !

• First : the ✨fashion✨. Ais could be at sea for weeks but would still make sure to look good, real good. I mean look at him ! He even has a pretty hat he wears on special occasions ✧.

• In this AU, Ais has his crew but is still affiliated to Ocudeus. Instead of being the spirit of the Seaspring, Ocudeus is literally the incarnation of the sea depths, a whole big Kraken ! Its energy, force and magic are linked to the abyss.

↑ Ais powers manifest differently here. Instead of seeing through the eyes of others, Ocudeus gave him some sort of marine omniscience. He can use the kraken's senses to a certain limit, a real advantage for navigation. Bro can literally listen through the sea itself if he wills enough :') He must have seen a lot...

• Ocudeus isn't the only spirit of his kind but is genuinely intrigued by mortals. It's not his first time forming a pact with 'lower beings' but Ais is actually one of his favourite holders/vessels so far lmaoezoihf. He kinda cares about the pirate, who's the closest thing he has to a friend.

• His ship is his second home, he takes absolute care of it. If his whole crew has to stay up all night to tidy & wash everything from top to bottom, they will ! And of course, the ship has a japanese name ! Ais named it "Hayai" [速] cause she's the fastest boat you'll ever see (his words not mine). First time you hear him talk about her you're like "...Wait who's Hayai ?" "This big girl over here >:)" and he shows you his amazing ship with a proud smile, which you really weren't expecting !

• Loves, loves, loves to travel ! Any new destination in his adventures is a reason to explore more, search for information and mysteries. He's just so curious about everything :')

• He picks up expressions, phrases and languages from his previous trips ! If he can remember as much as possible, he'll note everything in his log.

→ After every daily island/town tour, he makes sure to write a little about what happened so far. How much they traveled, how much they visited, how much they learned from passengers and citizens.

• Ais originally comes from a village on a small island, lots of yokais live in there as a community.

• He moves a lot but always comes back to his hometown when he can ! He's someone who gets attached and I just know he'd never abandon his little village.

• As a captain, his main role is to make sure everyone's fine. He checks up on his mates whenever he feels something might be wrong. He's got a sort of sixth sense for that... wonder how he got it hm 👀

→ Being the big softie he is, he actually really likes sleeping in the same room as his whole crew instead of his own cabin, he knows they're safe with him so he feels way less stressed. (Would 100% read bedtime stories to the youngest members.)

• His goal isn't even to find treasures or anything, he simply enjoys the freedom of being a pirate, the message behind it and especially the sailor fights !

• Knows how to sword fight and is pretty talented at it ! If you want to learn one or two tricks, he'll teach you >:)

• That man already had the smell of blood, smoke and metal well... in this AU it's even worse ! His smell is so distinctive and strong, anyone could recognize it from miles away.

• Our boy enjoys a good drink, we know that. Almost every night all his gang gather around and share some booze together in a comforting atmosphere, around a small fire. They enjoy the night together while chatting, playing games and much more !

→ Of course they also share tea in daytime when they're not busy navigating or whatsoever.

• Could also fit in general hcs but, his tattoos move or/and glow at specific moments. Sometimes it's like he's bioluminescent, when he goes in water at night, completely in the dark, his skin starts to glow under the moonlight. First time it happened he was so confused zegbkzuhf.

• After his pact with Ocudeus, he started to feel even more at peace when closer to the ocean. If he stays away from shores or marine areas for too long, little oni starts feeling homesick.

• He really appreciates collecting small objects from his travels. His room is full of souvenirs, strange artefacts found in the sand, small treasures, sea shells, cards from around the lands, old books in foreign languages, cultural jewelries offered by locals etc...

• Never really sets up a specific destination, except if he needs to. He loves the adrenaline of finding new places by complete hazard.

• Ais being a pirate who doesn't like seafood, the most accessible food at seas, is well... ironic.

• The sound of seagull chants and waves soothes him. He usually falls asleep on the deck, sunshine on his skin with the sea rocking him gently.

• First time you come to see him, it's one of his crewmate that tells you about him but you don't even know he's a captain ! You see him for the first time and you're just "Helloooo sailor ! How can I join your pirate gang handsome?"🥴

• Every single member is attractive. That's it. It's not the biggest crew really (around 20 people) but the diversity is here. Young ones, old ones, skinny ones, fat ones, pale skin, dark skin, humans, monsters, all the types really. And yes, some tried to woo you (how could they not, MC is 10/10).

• Kids on the ship view you as the cool unty (is that the gn term ?). Ais thinks it's cute except when you start spending more time with them when he originally invited you over…

• And yes, Princess & all his other soulless are here !!! Now they're more some sorta semi marine creatures. They really like to swim and it's the cutest thing :') Like, Ais and his pets swimming in the sea while some are playing in the sand ??? Too cute for me I-

• Talking about our favourite girl, she's the mascot of the crew ! Everyone is so in love with her, she's everyone's precious lil baby (even tho she can and will bite). They'll sometimes try to dress her up to fit their aesthetic and surprisingly she doesn't seem to mind. Also, the sounds she makes are…a mystery !

• Okay but just picture it : Ais hair flowing into the wind while he's watching the horizon, hues of the sea reflecting on his skin looking so peaceful.

• Thinking about his jolly roger, it would be a oni skull surrounded by red eyes with two teal sabers behind (I did a lil sketch hehe) :

• His favourite thing to find are old maps ! Especially if they lead to ancient locations with unchanged names. He has a lot of them and it also might be why he gets into a lot of fights (maps are a treasure themselves so of course people are gonna take risks).

• Even if he's young, he has a big reputation among other pirates. Rule number one : Don't mess with him or his crew. Number two : If you want information there's always a price to pay ! He's nice and generous but hey you know : don't except mercy.

→ Known for his loyalty tho ! If you show that you're worthy of his trust, he'll be your best ally for the rest of your life. He's intimidating but full of qualities.

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