#thanks for the request 💕

[hexxedcore]

18+ MDNI

my head is completely empty thinking of jayce pumping you full of his seed.

gripping you by the hips, bending you over his workbench in a position so lewd sky would probably resign should she have the misfortunate of witnessing you both. thrusts sloppy and shuddering because there is one goal in his mind and that is giving you the family you want.

you want a baby? he’s on it. you want your pussy stuffed with his cock? well, consider it done.

this is a man who is willing to go to any lengths for you.

this is a man who is drunk in the grace of your sprawled out form on his desk, which is currently taking priority over any hextech invention that is due in the presence of the council in hours to come. each shuddering breath and lift of your hips to meet his girthy cock halfway.

and he will never let you doubt that.

[emry-stars-art]

Can I be cheeky and ask for some more tiny jellyfish Neil? I love him so much. In my pocket.

In your pocket!

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

hey google, show me kim seokjin (pink ver.)

for @kimtaegis ✿ cr. 0613data, namuspromised, google template by dayslily

[uhohdad]

Would you ever write anything with a plus size reader? Maybe she’s (or they, can be gn idc!) really insecure but they hide it behind jokes and Konig sees right through it because he does the same

Cut to him always giving them compliments and making sure they stay fed and throwing them over his shoulder like they weigh nothing (usually in front of people cause he likes to embarrass and humiliate reader cause he is still kinda a jerk /affectionate/)

Can be nsfw or whatever you want, I’m not good at plot lol so Idk I just need him to treat me like I’m a teeny lil thing (cause let’s be real he really is a mountain lol)

König x PlusSized!Reader

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He’s getting tired of this nasty habit, liebling.

Everyday before your shower, you’ll stand in the mirror, honing in on that gorgeous, perfect body, digging for any little thing to critique.

“You better be thinking nice thoughts in there, little one.”

You just let out a groan, too far sunk into the spiral of self-hatred to claw yourself back out.

König rises from his spot on the bed a greets you with disapproving, half-lidded eyes in the mirror.

“What is it this time?”

“Tummy. Thighs. Chest.”

“Ach, you mean the best parts?”

You answer with an annoyed hum.

Konig will place his big, sturdy hands on your bare hips from behind, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on your shoulder.

The gentle peck distracts you from the strong arms scooping you up, a squeak leaving you as he sweeps you off your feet in one swift motion, ripping away your view of yourself in the mirror.

“König!”

“What?” He draws, carrying you from the bathroom to the bedroom.

“Put me down!” You say through a giggle, kicking your feet in his restraint.

“Hold on, I just have to get my curls in.”

He holds you horizontally across those strong arms, muscles tensing as he lifts and lowers you while you giggle all the way.

“I’m too heavy for this!”

“Barely a warm-up, liebling.”

He effortlessly tosses you onto the bed with a bounce, crawling over top you before you can even finish your squeal.

He showers kisses all over your bare tummy, his stubble sanding against plush, soft skin. Trailing his slobbering kisses up to your chest, giving your perfect breasts plenty of love. Your thighs would be last, showering you with pecks and even licking slow stripes across the flesh.

“König!”

“What?”

He’ll feign innocence, but that cocky smirk on his face betrays him.

“It’s too bad you can’t see what I see.”

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[vilochkaaa]

Hiiiiiiiii thank you for the boops that one time! :3

I hope you're doing alright!!

Could I maybe request a silly lil drawing of Mr Qi >////<

hiiiii :33

ofc!! luv that silly mystery man, so I wouldn't mind drawing him🐱💙

smoll

[brotherconstant]

BLACK SAILS ➤ Timestamp Roulette 3x10 | XXVIII. 🧡 @idontwikeit 🧡

[bignostalgias]

7A & fistfight with god with astrid pls? 🥺

expression requests

[itsallaboutbl]

LomNuea wedding ceremony ❤❤ (for @negrowhat 💕)

+ bonus

[oya-oya-okay]

requests for EXPRESSION! @midnightmah07

I SEEM TO GET TOO CARRIED AWAY, I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED😭💖💕💞 HE'S SO CUTE❤️

[heartbreak-sandwich]

Hear me out on this one! A cute secret date turn relationship with Billy x fem reader. He doesn’t want people like his dad or Tommy getting in the way with his time with his girlfriend. You can write it however you pls!

Hope you like that idea, thank you 😊

Hiiiii!!! I’m sorry this sat in my inbox for so long!! I’m finally catching up on all of my requests, and this one is so cute! I really appreciate your patience, and I hope you like it! We're feeling fluffy with this one today 💕 | Master List 📖

You weren’t sure what a date with Billy Hargrove would entail. You had heard the rumors about the new King of Hawkins High – how he took a different girl home every week, and his sleek, blue Camaro was permanently parked out at Lover’s Lake. You were shocked that Friday when you were alone in the auditorium running through light cues, and Billy approached you.

“Tommy’s not here,” you called to him as he walked down one of the aisles. Tommy Hagan had been charged with sweeping up the auditorium during the lunch hour for two weeks after playing what he thought was a harmless prank on a freshman on the basketball team, and you were sure Billy had come looking for him.

“Is it just you in here?” His question caught you off guard, but you tried not to let it distract you from your work.

“Yeah. Did you need something?” Billy sat down in the chair next to you, and you finally looked up from your stack of cue sheets to see his signature smirk and cerulean eyes, deep like the ocean. You could smell his spiced aftershave, a hint of cigarette smoke, and the cool aroma of winterfresh gum as he leaned in closer to you.

“I just came to see if you’re free tonight.” Billy smacked his gum as he rested an arm over the back of your chair, awaiting your answer. You froze, unsure if this was a mistake or some kind of cruel joke.

“What for?” You searched his expression for any clues as to what he might be thinking, but it was unchanging.

“To go out,” he answered nonchalantly. Your breath caught in your chest, and crimson heat crept up to your cheeks.

“Like…on a date?” He had to have noticed your blushing and the perplexing look on your face, but he kept his cool completely.

“Of course.” He beamed, his blinding smile causing your stomach to erupt into butterflies.

“With you?!” Billy’s exterior cracked slightly with that question. He looked offended, almost irritated, and he started to fidget with something in his pocket.

“Look, if you don’t want to –”

“No!” You cut him off in a hurry. “No, it’s not that at all. It’s just –” He looked intently into your eyes as you tried to find the right words to explain your bewilderment. “I guess I didn’t think I was really your type.”

Billy chuckled and looked down at his shoes before meeting your eyes once more. “Well, I guess there’s a lot you don’t know about me. I’ll pick you up at, say, 8 o’clock?” The voice in your head was screaming don’t do it; you know better, but everything else in your body reacted in the complete opposite fashion.

“Sure,” you agreed softly. Billy smiled once more before standing up from his chair, taking smooth strides toward the auditorium’s exit.

“See you tonight,” he called over his shoulder, never looking back. You heard the door close after him, and all you could do was stare wide-eyed at the wall while you tried to process what had just happened.

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Of course he brought you to some random clearing in the woods. You were sure he was either about to murder you or try to get laid, and you couldn’t decide which one was worse. You assumed a date would occur somewhere conventional, like the movies, a restaurant, or the mall – not here at…an overlook? You tried not to let your apprehension show as Billy shifted his car into park.

“Well, here we are,” he declared, opening the driver’s side door and climbing out of the car into the chill of the starry night. You were surprised again when you heard the passenger door opening just a few seconds later, and he helped you out of your seat, steadying you on the uneven ground.

“Where is here, exactly?”

“I’ll show you; come here. And be careful. There’s a lot to trip over out here in the dark,” he warned. That didn’t make you feel any better about the possibility of being murdered, but you didn’t have much choice but to hold onto his arm as he led you to a guard rail at the top of the overlook.

“Wow,” you murmured. Every single light throughout the town of Hawkins was visible from where the two of you stood, and it was absolutely breathtaking. You had never seen so many shooting stars, and the deep navy sky was littered with sparkling clusters which were usually totally camouflaged under the umbrella of downtown’s streetlamps.

“You like it?” Billy sounded hopeful, like he actually cared whether his choice pleased you, and you nodded. He let out a small sigh of relief, and he slowly took your hand from his arm, interlacing your fingers together. The setting was more romantic than you had expected, and you couldn’t shake the nagging thoughts in the back of your mind that something was still amiss.

What if he had taken you here just so no one would see you together?

What if he was ashamed to be with you?

“Billy?” The anxiety in your voice must have been obvious because you felt him tense up beside you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Nothing at all,” you half lied. “This is amazing. It’s just – are you embarrassed to be seen with me?”

“What?” The hurt in his tone tugged on your heartstrings. “No…no, why would you think that?” His other hand covered the top of yours, and he turned to face you. You could hardly make out his features in the dim glow of the city lights below you, but you could feel his concern tainting the atmosphere.

“I guess I expected a date to be somewhere more public. And when you took me to a hideout in the mountains, I was worried it was because you didn’t want anyone to know we were together,” you admitted, avoiding his eye contact. His warm hands squeezed yours just a little tighter.

“Hey, look at me,” he soothed. “That’s not what this is. I didn’t want anyone to interrupt us. I wanted to be alone, just the two of us, so we could talk. You know, have real conversations. I’m so tired of my dad, my coaches, Tommy, Troy, and everyone else breathing down my neck, criticizing every decision I make.” Billy cupped the side of your face, grazing your cheek with his thumb. “I don’t want anyone getting in the way of something that could be really, really good for me.”

Your scarlet flush returned at his reassurance. You never would have dreamed Billy could be so gentle, so emotional. But he wanted to be here with you, marveling at this beauty, and it was the start of something wonderful.

“I believe you. I’m sorry for assuming. I’m just not used to things like this,” you whispered. He closed the distance between you so that your noses were touching, and you could feel his breath against your lips – a cool, winterfresh breeze.

“Do you want to be together? Like, as a couple?” Billy almost seemed nervous to ask you, but you were elated, answering him without wasting another second.

“Yes. Of course, yes.” You couldn’t stifle your grin. You felt sunshine in your chest, and you didn’t know what else to say in that moment, but everything felt perfect.

Billy leaned in slowly, his lips connecting with yours in the sweetest of first kisses. Time slowed as the two of you connected, and nothing else mattered while you basked in his warmth, stars showering overhead as the town of Hawkins slipped into a slumber below you.

[rosedere]

Hi!! Can i request yan azul forcing you to have relationship with him. And the darling is yuu in twisted wonderland world while she's already can't leave to her world. She's sad that she can't go to her world anymore. But still trying to survive there, but she's just not want to be in the relationship with someone.

Anyway, thank you so much if you read and make this request. I really really love your works on ao3 and really happy you active on tumblr too. Have a nice day and keep healthy 🫶

👀👀👀 ooh that’s a juicy request anon! (esp since I just finished book 3 on my main acct im rolling on the floor the yan potential Azol has <3)

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Azul was tending to the monstro lounge reports when he felt something... off.

Dropping the intricate fishbone pen, he listened to the normally bustling hallway full of chatter and dishes clanking.

"(Name) darling," he called, still looking down at the current equation for calculating how much inventory he'd need for the upcoming month.

Silence.

He peeked up to see no one in the VIP room.

You left.

You left him.

He quickly strided out of the lounge towards the kitchen.

The servers and cooks, enslaved by golden contracts, were still diligently working, stressed out, trying to fulfill the orders as they should.

But you weren't there.

His mind was racing as he began his journey to the lounge, where the loud sounds of customers chatting were heard.

The dim, soft, deep violet lights shone down on him as he scanned the restaurant.

But searching amongst the different dorm uniforms and students, you weren't there. His pearl.

But his red herring was seen when he saw the ramshackle prefects annoying talking beast sitting at the bar across from Floyd, who had an extremely annoyed expression as the small gluttonous vermit shoveled desert after desert into his small mouth.

That thing never came to the lounge.

A few seconds later, he saw your other annoying friend with his red hair bouncing up and down as he shook hands with Floyd, having an unheard discussion away from Earshot.

His competition.

He scowled, but he did notice your friend seemed extremely nervous, fidgeting, looking around the packed lounge.

Azul's eyes met your red-haired friend's, causing him to freeze in place.

He only shifted before looking uncomfortablely towards a corner of the room.

Azul followed where he was looking but could only see your hair swaying as you ran on shaky legs towards the exit to the lounge.

Your friend, realizing what he had done, only looked in worry as he ran towards the exit after you, grabbing your direbeast by the neck to its annoyance.

Azul only ran like his life depended on it as he tried to dodge the busy lounge goers in the way.

A few looked up in confusion as Azul passed by.

He suddenly ran into the chest of your tall beastman friend.

"Watch where you're going," Azul spat before trying to bypass him.

He only felt the rough hands of the beastman grab the back of his neck, slightly lifting him up.

"You watch where you're going," he growled before tossing him back towards the floor.

"Get out of my way, or I'll have you escorted out of my establishment," Azul pointed with his cane at the beastman. "I don't allow dogs in this establishment anyway," he sneered.

"Eh might as well; she should be in the mirror by now." Jack smiled down at Azul.

With anger, Azul only pushed past the beastman, causing him to growl as Azul ran down to the hallway of Octavinelle.

It felt like the hallways took forever as he finally reached the exit to Octavinelle.

You weren't anywhere near the exit, causing Azul's heart to sink. You had somehow gotten further than the last time you ran, he recalls, when he caught you late at night trying to use the exit mirror in the hall of mirrors.

He remembered grabbing your seaweed binds and taking you back to the empty dorm room you were being held in.

You were heartbroken as he led you back to your room. He knew it wasn't ideal, but he knew if he left you in his room every day, you'd be found immediately by the nosy friends you had.

It was already hard trying to get you to sign the contract to bind yourself to him; he didn't need anymore problems.

Stepping out of the mirror, he was still met with no sign of you or your annoying friends waiting outside the mirror.

"O-ow"

Azul's ears perked up at the sound of your wounded voice.

"Ah, just as I suspected, someone's been lying."

Jade approached from the heartslabyul mirror a few meters away. You dangled defeated in his arms with torn and tattered clothes, your knees, hands, and wrists with small cerated cuts on you.

Your head dangled down in defeat as Jade held your body in his arms.

"What the hell happened to her?" Azul scolded Jade.

"She's not mute; she can tell you herself what she did." Jade smiled, holding you up to present to Azul.

You only quivered, shaking in Jade's grasp, looking down pathetically.

"Where were you (name)?" Azul snarled, hitting you in the ribs with his cane.

You whimpered, only curling yourself into a ball.

"Let me guess you were going to run away with your friends away from me?" He sarcastically joked, "I thought you cried about hating them and wanting to go home."

Still looking down, you only stayed silent as he decided to harshly poke into your sides.

"Answer me (name)"

"I DONT WANT TO BE STUCK WITH YOU" you shouted, pointing at Azul.

"Im sick of being your toy; you just take me out whenever you remember I exist," you sobbed. "Just let me go; I won't tell anyone about what you did to me or be around Octavinelle anymore."

Azul only looked in disbelief, as if you had grown three heads.

"Im serious, you can have Ramshackle; I'll go live in another dorm if I have to," you cried loudly in the echoing hall.

Azul was quiet for a moment; it seemed that he was thinking of your offer.

Even Jade seemed alarmed at your sudden outburst as you cried with tears running down your scratched-up face and the scent of roses coming from your matted hair.

But Azul was only thinking of how sorry he was for not hiding you better.

"Jade, I can take her back." Azul sighed in defeat. "It seems I might need to use my other plan."

You thrashed in Azul's hold as he held you to his chest in a bridal style.

"I'll take you a warm bath and give you some of this," he cooed as he pulled a vial from his breast pocket.

Your eyes widen in horror when you realize what he was threatening you with.

"I just can't have those pesky friends of yours finding you once more, my pearl," he combed his fingers in your hair as he began to walk towards the octavinelle mirror.

"I know you'd be a beautiful attraction to the Monstro Lounge Aquarium."

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[miusato]

Omg guysss look at this shinjiham sketch I requested bestie @dawnszu to draw 🥺🥺🥺🥺💕💕💕

[bloody-cupcakes]

Hello, can I request something with JD with a reader who is visibly too crazy? As well as being too noticeable hahaha. Thank you so much

I made the reader to be the "yandere" one of the two but just to be clear this in no way means that I made JD healthy and/or well adjusted lmao, it's just that the reader is more unhinged than he is

Tw: yandere/dark content, gender neutral reader, the reader is visibly crazier than JD and not very good at hiding it, mentions of shooting someone (with blanks), mentions of threatening someone with a switchblade, swearing, light stalking, allusions to violence/murder

There was talk of the new boy who'd shot two of the biggest assholes at school in the middle of the lunch room without so much as flinching. They were blanks that he used, but still.

Because of this, a lot of people thought he was crazy, but when you looked at him all you could think about was the gorgeous depths of his watercolor eyes. You had to have him, you decided, no matter what anybody else said.

You tried to follow him around so you could see what his deal was, but you weren't very good at being subtle. Not to mention how you stuck out like a sore thumb, owing it to not having a lot of friends. You were certain it was through no fault of your own and that most people just couldn't handle your eccentric nature.

Really it was because you were bat shit crazy, to put it lightly. No one could seem to forget the one time you pulled a switchblade on Heather Duke in study hall because she kept chewing her gum too loud. I mean, you make one mistake and that's all anyone remembers you for. Honestly, the nerve of some people.

So yeah, JD definitely noticed you. Maybe not the same way you noticed him (new kids were usually only on display for a couple of weeks before falling under the radar, so your fixation on him was a lot more abnormal than most) but it was still something.

He seemed to genuinely be interested in you, unlike your fellow students who always seemed to have you in the back of their minds only out of wariness over what kind of stunt you might pull next. Maybe it was because of your crazy, over-the-top nature that he became so interested in you, but it wasn't in the same way you were interested in him.

See, he could go for a few hours without seeing you, but you? No, you had to know where he was at all times. Even if you two weren't really a couple, you thought of yourselves as one. JD would probably agree with that sentiment, he just thought it was funny to see how worked up you would get whenever he referred to you as just a friend.

Of course he was aware that you were always following him around, not wanting him to be out of your sight for even a second. He thought your commitment was cute, even if your skills in the art of subtlety needed some work.

Out of the two for you, he was much better at appearing "normal" and hiding whatever sort of dark tendencies he had beneath the surface; you couldn't do that. He realized that much when you showed up to his house in the middle of the night (in the pouring rain, I might add) covered in blood.

Before he could ask what happened, you threw something down at his feet and announced, "this is for you". It was the spiral bound notebook belonging to some random kid who's homework he asked to copy the day before. He raised an eyebrow as he picked it up, noticing how the front cover had some blood spatter on it.

"Now you won't need to ask to copy their notes anymore." You seemed so proud of yourself, happy even, a stark contrast to your grouchy attitude from earlier that day. He knew you were a little upset with him for giving someone else attention other than you, he just didn't know you'd go so far as to move that person from the equation entirely.

Still, he couldn't find it in himself to be mad. In all honesty, he'd talked to (and even flirted with) them on purpose just to see how far you would go for him, to figure out where your loyalty would lie. He was a bit worried that you only seemed obsessive on the surface and were actually normal underneath it all, so this was a pleasant surprise.

The grin on your face caused him to let out a slight chuckle, tossing the notebook to the side as he approached you. "You're amazing, did you know that?" He took note of the way you beamed with pride and joy, still looking as cute as ever even with someone else's blood all over you. You were a keeper for sure.

As he leaned in to give you a kiss, he smirked at the desperate and eager manner in which you kissed him back, the blood of your victim getting on his face and clothes when you pulled him closer to you. Nothing about this situation seemed at all out of the ordinary to either one of you, despite the somewhat morbid circumstances.

JD had finally found someone who seemed to be just as devoted to him as he was them, which begged the one question he never once thought he'd ever get to ask himself: is this what love felt like?

[sonlc]

YOOOOO HOLY SHIT

[uhohdad]

Knife play Titan save me

Knife play Titan 😩🫡

Save me knife play Titan!!!!

Someone call the authorities, I'm having thoughts and I'll exhibit behaviours 😁

WARNING: 18+, NSFW, DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSENSUAL SEX AND PHYSICAL ABUSE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION AND TAKE CARE <3

“I think it’s only fair we let Lover Boy pick, hm?”

Titan punctuates his question by tweaking your nipple, the handle of his knife scratching your skin with each of his harsh touches. He pauses around a thick, arrogant grin, as if he actually expected you to give valuable input instead of the sobs and pleads you’ve been offering thus far.

Titan doesn’t let up on his depraved groping as he turns to Konig with a head tilted in curiosity. He gives your nipple a punishing flick that forces your breath in through grit teeth.

“So what’ll it be first, Lover Boy? Want me to ruin your toy right away? Or should I play nice with it first?”

Konig doesn’t dare blink.

Titan gives a giddy laugh, his hold on your chest and wrists suddenly painful.

“Oh, come on now, you don’t want to leave it up to me, do you? Because if you do, I might just skip the fun all together and go straight to carving my name into her.”

Konig chokes at the threat, his eyes fully blown as he flicks between Titan’s wicked smile and your tear-streaked face.

“What’ll it be Lover Boy?”

Titan reengages his grip on the blade and places the tip into your bare stomach - not with enough pressure to draw blood - but enough to indent your flesh and more than enough to get his point across.

Konig panics when your sobs triple in volume, and his hands flail in the air.

“Feel good! Feel good!” He blurts out.

Titan laughs maniacally, throwing his head back. His entire body shakes, the knife threatening to pierce you with each jolt.

He knows he’s got you both wrapped around his finger, and he’s intoxicated off the power. Pride puffs out his chest as he savors watching his fiercest competitor surrender to his whim with such little effort.

“You want me to make your girl feel good, Lover Boy?”

Konig chokes again, freezing in his spot.

Titan’s knife jerks up in a threat to stab you, clearly only to make Konig flinch, and its more than effective, both of you pulling your shoulders up to brace yourselves.

“Yes! Yes!” Konig’s voice is strained and broken, his words coming out as hiccups through clench teeth.

Titan laughs again, and when he speaks, his voice is practically a growl.

“Good choice.”

A squeak leaves you when Titan’s predator stare locks onto you, those menacing canines the star of his sickening, greedy appetite. He places the handle of his knife between his teeth before grabbing the entirety of a plush breast.

You whine, arching away from his demeaning, brute touch, but Titan seems only entranced by the way your bare torso dances as you try and escape his powerful restraint. His smile thickens around the handle of the knife’s blade, and a muffled hum leaves him with a lull of his eyes. He runs his thumb over your perky nipple, drawing a chilling shudder from you.

Titan lets go of his harsh grip on your chest and retrieves the knife from his mouth, and with little warning, the flat of the blade presses firmly against your jaw.

The corner of Titan’s lip perks up, either at your squeak, or the choked noise that comes from Konig’s direction, but he doesn’t his break stare, his hollow, dangerous eyes lingering inches from your face. He looks displeased at he studies you, watching a few tears crest your eye line in between your trembling body and pathetic whimpers.

His voice is both threatening and playful all at once.

“If I let go of your hands-”

The flat of the steel digs further into your jaw.

“- Are you going to fight me, Funny Girl?”

You don’t dare shake your head to gesture, but you can’t help the twitch you make when your answer catches on a breathy sob.

“No.”

“No?” Titan repeats, with a tilt of his head and a bit more pressure on your jaw.

“No!” The word snags in your throat, ripping from your lungs as you push through your panic.

Titan hums approval, leering at your tear-stained, helpless face.

He must have cut you, because when he pulls the blade away, he smiles, the hand restraining your wrists finding a new home on your jaw. With a tight grip, he forces your face to the side and licks a wet, generous swipe across your cheek, lapping up both your tears and the blood the knife beaded from your flesh.

He gives another hum as he finishes out his swipe with a flick, leaving you stained with his spit.

“You know what?” Titan asks you both with a drone.

Never in your life have you not known more.

The rhetorical question and the truly sadistic smile on his face makes your insides bunch.

“I bet I don’t even have to try.”

Titan presses the blade back to your throat, forcing a swallow from you.

You watch with wide eyes as Titan scoffs at you before turning to Konig. He holds his stare, challenging him with that determined, dangerous smile.

“I bet she’s already wet.”

You suck in a breath, already clinging to Titan’s arms to pry him from you before he even makes his move.

Without warning, Titan’s body jerks viciously and his knife barrels in the direction of your head. Konig shouts, and all you have time to do is pinch your eyes closed. A shallow breath leaves you at the sound of impact, and after a taut pause you carefully open your eyes.

Titan’s forearm digs into your shoulder, massive frame looming over you with heaving breaths. He’s lodged the blade in the dirt what must be less than an inch from your head.

“What did I say, Nine?!”

You flinch at Titan’s words, seared in hissed flame.

“I said don’t fight it!”

With pleading eyes and sputtered breaths you give a nod, indiscernible promises spilling from your lips.

“If your arms leave the ground one more time, I’ll use this knife to skewer your wrists to the dirt.”

Titan pulls the knife from the dirt and presses it to your abused neck, splotched with the ghost of his teeth, and his voice drops to a dangerous snarl.

“Got it?”

You obediently rest your shaking arms in the dirt by your head, muscles bracing as you force yourself to fight every instinct.

“A girl like you, Nine-”

He scoffs.

“I bet you’re one to need it rough to get your rocks off, aren’t you?”

He snickers when you freeze.

“Uh oh,” Titan teases, his purr thickening through an arrogant, deadly grin.

“I think someone’s about to get in big trouble with Lover Boy.”

He erupts into laughter, and while it takes everything in you to keep your arms on the dirt, you can’t help but kick and plea underneath him as he scoots back to sit on your thighs, keeping your upper half pinned with the threat of his knife.

A large, calloused palm conforms to your stomach before fingertips slink over soft flesh and to your waistband. He’s taking his time, reveling in your begging, the objections pouring so quickly from your lips they might as well be nervous laughter.

Titan’s fingertips wedge the gap behind your panties, his eyes lulling as his roughened hand cups your front in a brutal grip.

He squeezes you with a hum before his hand trails lower, until the flat of his hand engulfs the entirety of your little cunt. When his fingers spread to peel your lips apart, both you and Titan suck in a breath through your teeth simultaneously.

He laughs, low and sinful and truly gut-wrenching.

His wicked canines are the last thing you see before your eyes pinch closed and a truly pitiful whine leaves you, your face seared with the hot sting of humiliation.

Titan’s laugh picks up fervor as he sticks two fingers in the air for Konig to see, the sunlight slipping through the leaves of the fall forest and catching on an unmistakable, generous sheen of arousal dripping down his knuckles.

“Well, I guess this means we can skip the ‘feel good’ part, huh Lover Boy?”

MORE TITAN DRABBLES YOU KNOW YOU WANT, FUNNY GIRL

KONIG X READER HUNGER GAMES AU

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Hear me out… Astarion x angel! Tav 😋

I just love the idea of polar opposites attract 😭

Love this idea!!😇 I know next to nothing about dnd angel lore + dnd in general outside of BG3 so apologies for any inaccuracies (and thank god for dnd wiki lol)

Astarion x Angel!Reader

Warnings: just some fluff 💖

WC: 500+

You sit beside the campfire, its gentle crackling providing a soothing backdrop to the quiet night in the Forgotten Realms as you watch the stars, your heart yearning for the Upper Planes for a fleeting moment. Astarion lounges nearby, and you find yourself unable to stop admiring the way his crimson eyes reflect the flickering flames as you let the sounds of nature and the occasional soft snores of your companions wash over you.

You realise that this is one of the rare occasions in which you and Astarion can bathe in each others company without the rest of the groups often boisterous personalities mingling in. As if detecting your thoughts, he turns to you, voice as silky as the starlight above you, "You know, you and I have spent so little time together on this journey I don’t think I’ve ever asked you about your heavenly affliction" his tone tinged with intrigue.

With your almost iridescent wings tucked neatly behind you, you offer a serene smile. "Well I suppose to put it simply, being an angel is a calling, a purpose to protect and guide. Our existence revolves around maintaining the balance of good and order. We dwell in celestial realms, bathed in eternal light. Does that help clear things up?"

Astarion arches an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "Eternal light, you say? Quite the contrast from my life shrouded in shadows."

You nod, your angelic presence radiating warmth. "Our worlds are quite the opposites. While you were always navigating the night as a vampire, I am a guardian of the day, a beacon of light. Although I suppose we both share the burden of living with circumstances not of our choosing."

Astarion's gaze drifts back to the campfire, his expression pensive. "Hmm, I certainly never asked for this curse," he admits, "But it's become a part of me, just as your celestial nature is a part of you I suppose."

Your hand gently reaches out to touch his arm, a simple gesture that sends a shiver through his undead form. "Sometimes, our paths are determined by forces beyond our control. It's not about the darkness or the light, but how we navigate the choices we're given."

Astarion meets your gaze, his sharp eyes softening but a slight smirk still present. It would be easy to dismiss the comfort he feels in your presence as a side effect of your angelic nature, but he knows somewhere deep that this is something more. “Wise little thing aren’t you, darling? After 200 years of darkness, I never thought I’d find myself so drawn to the light,” he confesses.

You smile, eyes filled with a gentle understanding. “And I never thought I’d find such good company in the shadows.”

He lets out a melodic laugh as his cool hand covers your own, and as the night breeze flows pleasantly over you both you feel your eyes grow heavy, and as if an invisible force wills it so, you nestle into Astarion’s side, his eyes never leaving the soft curves of your face. It’s clear to you both that in this moment you don’t feel defined by your origins, no longer bound as celestial being and vampire but simply two weary souls finding solace under the stars.